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Daisuke [MW] — Honeymoon

(nsfw! minors dni!!!)

Daisuke x AFAB!Reader

Ok so uhm this is for a friend heheh~ I'm still working on reqs don't worry! rn i just did this for her bday <3

CW: smut, Daisuke is kind of a bottom?, he CRIES when he cums and that's the whole appeal of this, no pronound usd but reader does wear a dress and have a 🐱

Summary: Your boyfriend arrived from his internship in outerspace with all the intention to settle down with you. Now, you're making up for lost time.

— 🩷

It had been months since you last saw Daisuke. That fucking internship in space was something you’d never forgive his mom for. Why’d she come up with that? Seriously? She couldn’t have just get him a job as a secretary or something?

That was in the past, anyway. What mattered was that as soon as those eternal months passed and the Tulpar landed back on Earth, you could see your beloved boyfriend again. After picking him up from the station, you two went to share a nice meal at a fancy restaurant, had a good time, and Daisuke took you off-guard with a marriage proposal. Of course you were surprised, and of course you said yes.

It all happened a little fast after that, maybe because of the excitement for the wedding. A few months after the proposal, you were already exchanging votes at the altar, both dressed in all white, Daisuke’s hair slicked back with gel that made him look more handsome than usual. It was like a dream, one you never knew you had, but you sure as hell were enjoying.

But the best part? The best part was the honeymoon.

After Daisuke came back, you two were still too busy to spend nights together. Whenever you did stay at each other’s place, all you did was cuddle and sleep because of how exhausted you were. You hadn’t touched him in months, and it was taking a toll on you. You hadn’t noticed how much you missed him until you two were alone in the hotel room his mom had booked for you, in Tokyo, as a honeymoon present. It was fancy and there was a thermal pool and everything, but you couldn’t care less about that right now, when you were full-on devouring your husband’s mouth like you never had before.

You were slowly heating things up, your kisses and movements more eager, and this obviously didn’t go unnoticed by Daisuke, who was already panting. Once you gave his lips a break, going down to kiss his neck, he catches his breath and a few moans and whimpers escaped here and there.

“Haah… someone’s needy, aren’t you..?” Daisuke tried to sound smug and tease you, but your assault on his neck was making it hard for him to talk without a moan or two.

You giggled, giving a hickey you left one last teasing nip, making his back arch. "Haven't had you in a while, baby... can't blame me..." you pant against his skin, and he shudders under you.

At this point you're straddling him on the bed, both knees on either side of his body, sitting on his thighs. He's shaking a little bit with anticipation and arousal, you do that to him. You always have that way to get him so horny he's shaking, and even if he doesn't admit it out loud, he's missed you an awful lot too.

His hands give him away, eagerly finding the hem of your dress to slowly drag it up your thighs, his fingers carefully tracing the skin until his hands get to your butt and give a slow, tempting squeeze, coaxing a soft moan out of you. Your little noises always motivate him to go on, and that look you give him when he looks down at you just screams "please continue." And as the good boy he is, he obeys. His hands trail your waist under the dress, caressing you gently a few times, slow and earnest.

You loved his gentlemanliness, but today you were fucking starving for him. So you leave his neck unattented, marked by pretty hickies and lovemarks, but unattended, to sit up on his thighs and pull your dress off yourself. All that covers your body now is matching underwear you obviously are wearing for Daisuke. When his mind was just clear enough to take in the sight before his eyes, his face blushes but his eyes darken, eyeing you up and down before biting his lip with a teasing smirk.

"Aw, for me, babe? You shouldn't have..." he obviously loved it, did he think you didn't feel his cock throb under his pants? So you giggle in response, leaning in for an open-mouthed kiss again, and this time he had no shame in bucking his hips up to get some friction against yours, making you feel the heat that was concentrating on his lower belly. You smirked into the kiss, knowing damn well what you were doing to him, and it just got him more eager. One of your hands wandered down to his crotch, immediatly earning a groan from him. You loved how vocal he was for a guy, never shy to groan or whimper for you. Slowly you unbuckled his belt, only parting from your kiss to concentrate on fully undoing his pants.

Daisuke was breathless, his cheeks blushed a pretty shade of carmine, and all his attention was on you. Fuck, was he a sight. So pretty and so fucked up already, just for you. It was making your mouth water, but what made you gulp with eagerness was the sight of the wet spot on his boxers, evidence that he was just as eager, if not more than you, for what was to come. You hurriedly took his shirt off, ripping it in some places, but none of you could care less. Trailing kisses down his chest and abdomen was quick too, but that doesn't mean you didn't leave some more marks in the way. He'd be proudly flaunting those in the beach tomorrow, you were sure. You spent more time kissing and marking his navel, knowing this was a sensitive spot, which made your husband whine and arch his back under you, his hand shakily tangling in your hair to encourage you to keep going.

Of course you teased him over his underwear, licking along the outline of his cock. He downright moaned at that, hips bucking up eagerly, and his eyes were already watering because of all your teasing.

"Babe... please... too much... need you..." Daisuke panted, making you smirk, but you obviously complied, eventually pulling his boxers down to let his member out.

It was leaking already, much hotter than the rest of his body, and absolutely throbbing for you. As you had many times before, you started by taking the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and sucking slightly now and then. All your husband could do was whine and arch his back, tears already overflowing his eyes, causing him to cover his face with his free hand. His whines only encouraged you, slowly taking more of him in your mouth. By the time you started gently bobbing your head up and down his length, he had recovered his breath just enough to speak in ragged breaths and whimpers.

"I... I missed you so much, love... couldn't stop thinking 'bout you when I was up there... I missed your... your warmth so much... f-fuck..." he trailed off, but what you heard was enough for you to understand what he was saying. You couldn't be patient anymore, and you knew Daisuke couldn't either. Your mouth was only a temporary relief, but he needed to be in you.

"I missed you too, baby... so much..." you answered after llifting your head, now straddling his hips again, sliding your panties to the side. You were too eager, and Daisuke liked to keep your lingerie on whenever you wore it, he said it looked hotter that way. You were dripping wet, so you didn't need much more prep, and with his pre already leaking out his cock it was also much smoother. You slowly lowered yourself on his cock, sighing with relief once he bottomed out. So did he, the feeling of your warm cunt swallowing him and your walls fitting him tightly was never any less good than the first time. You were even tighter today, since it had been a while without the stretch.

"f-fuck... baby... s'tight..." he managed to hiss, hands instinctively moving to hold your hips in an encouraging grip for you to ride him. And yes, you were desperate to feel him ravaging your insides, but you missed the closeness too, so you lay closer to his body, only moving your hips back and forth slowly to start the motion. You two are so close your breaths intertwine, looking lovingly at each other's eyes, reveling in the way your bodies connected again after so long. You pick up the pace slowly once Daisuke starts thrusting up into you, a sign he wants to go faster.

Not even ten minutes pass before you're fully riding his cock, bouncing on him while he desperately meets your hips midway, thrusting into you with whines and moans that sometimes get even louder than yours. He notices how one of your hands goes down your body to stimulate your clit and the way your insides clamp onto his cock greedily, signaling you're close to your climax without even having to tell him. He's your husband, after all. One of his hands quickly pushes yours away, his thumb expertly drawing circles on your clit the way he knows makes you crazy. Slow circles, quick circles, then he spells his name. And right when he finishes doing so, you let out a nice cry of his name he's missed, he hasn't heard you moan like that since before that Tulpar internship. Daisuke let's you slowly come down of your high, holding your hips tenderly. Once you're lucid enough, you look up to his face, and just the sigh of him is enough to make you want to keep going.

He was about to ask how you felt, if you needed any aftercare or a moment before continuing, but you caught him by surprise when you resumed your previous pace, just this time your pussy was much tighter and sensitive after your orgasm. It felt so good, way too good, that it made Daisuke yelp at first--surprised by the unepected action and the unexpected overwhelming pleasure. He was starting to get overstimulated, he was way too close to coming for you to keep bouncing on him like that.

"B-babe! S-Slow down..!" Daisuke whined, yet his hips contradicted his words and betrayed his mind, sloppily thrusting up into you. "I... Imma come inside if... if you keep going like th-that..." his voice cracked, giving away the overstimulation tears that were starting to flow down his face.

"S'okay, love..." you panted, mind way too fucked out and horny to care for how your words were delivered. Needy and desperate. "Why don't you... why don't you fill me up, huh..?" you only slowed down for a moment to get closer to his ear, still grinding your hips down. "Want you to knock me up..." you nipped at his earlobe for good measure, and if you were thinking a little better, you would've sworn that broke something in him.

Daisuke shuddered at your words before letting out one more pathetic whimper, and his hands gripped your thighs so tight you knew there would be bruises. He started a sloppy but fast pace, a desperate and hungry one. Was he getting off at the idea of getting you pregnant? You couldn't possibly think of an answer to that with your brains being fucked out, eyes rolling back as Daisuke's cock hit the deepest part of your cunt over and over. If it could get bruised in there, it definitel was now. You reveled in the way you could feel your whole lower body being slammed by his cock, over and over and over, until you reached your climax unexpectedly again. This time it was weaker, all you could do was choke out a moan, while the way you tightened impossibly more made Daisuke cry. Literally cry. His back arched off the mattress and he full on cried your name out loud as he came.

You'd never heard him do that before. And it didn't get out of your head.

Not when he pulled you off him and laid you down next to him. Not when he put your knees to your chest and told you to keep them there so you'd have better chances at getting knocked up, because you'd reassured him that's what you wanted, after all. Not when you two drifted off to sleep cuddled up against each other, his tear stained face so peaceful and handsome under the dim lightning of the moonlight.

Maybe you'd make him cry again one of these days.

[pedropascallme]

Teach Me Something

Pairing: König x f!Reader

Summary: “But the thermal wear was tight, hugging your body and intensifying your silhouette. Maybe it could be considered sexy; maybe part of you hoped that König would think so.”

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) p in v sex, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), face fucking, forced proximity, size kink, mentions of overstimulation, use of honorifics (“Colonel”) in a sexual scenario, dom/sub dynamics, dom!König but he's pathetically needy, rough sex, dirty talk (a lot of it is in German), creampie, implication of cumplay, if I missed anything please let me know!!

AN: One bed trope CAUSE I CAN. Also I don't speak German, so if you do speak German and this sounds like absolute gibberish to you, I'm sorry in advance <3

What had seemed like a promising respite from such a drawn-out mission had swiftly proven to be less than liberating and more of a tease.

On the outside, the safehouse looked like a cabin out of a Christmas movie—something cheesy and re-watchable that you might put on around the holidays as background noise. Sturdy, light wood, powdered with snow.

It didn't look out of place in the forested locale, and anybody passing through would likely think it was a fixture of the area; a quaint vacation home to a little nuclear family.

But on the inside, it was absolutely barebones, and that was putting it lightly.

A raw sort of cold crept in through cracks, and the breeze inched over the thick layers of dust on every surface. It looked like you and König would be the first people to use it in months, if not years.

The chill was uncomfortable, and while the fireplace would've been a delightful way to quell the chatter of your teeth, you knew you couldn't use it—smoke from the chimney could alert anybody of your whereabouts, and the last thing you wanted right now was more practice in self-defense.

There was a small armchair pushed into one corner, and the green velvet faded on the back to reveal frayed weaving. One single bed was pushed to the far side of the tiny room, seemingly frozen in time, and you wondered if the blankets would even peel back from the mattress.

The only source of light was a standing lamp, and when you yanked the cord, it flickered piteously.

Instructions had been clear, and you knew you'd only be here for a night before you had to keep moving, but you couldn't help but huff at the state of the cabin when you had spent all day on the move.

König walked in behind you with a huff; he hated snow, and he abhorred waiting in a safehouse like a sitting duck all the more.

“Mein Gott…” He shook his head, shivering dramatically.

“It’s just a little snow, Colonel.”

You could’ve laughed at the display. You knew he was overreacting; he tended to, and a man of his size couldn’t get cold very easily.

“We will freeze before evacuation, maus.” He grumbled, closing the door with a grunt.

“You’ll live.” You cooed, smiling.

You wouldn't go as far as calling him your friend, but König was certainly a welcome presence despite his intimidating demeanor. He was clever, and an effective soldier; a generally amiable person when he was in the right mood.

And it helped that he was nice to look at.

You appreciated that he actually spoke during operations. Some people—especially superior officers, you'd found—preferred to stay stoic and silent, even at the best of times. But König was chatty, in his own right.

It was clear that he liked the sound of his own voice, but you didn't mind; he could be funny, a refreshing source of entertainment on and off the field. His thick accent and less than stellar pronunciations often led to even more amusement in conversations with him.

He never spoke about himself—you didn't even think König was his real name; you knew it probably wasn’t. But it was the name he responded to, and it was the one you mumbled when thoughts of him forced their way to the front of your mind as you pressed down just right on your clit.

You made your way to the derelict bed, unhooking your chest rig and tossing it onto the mattress. You half expected the frame to collapse, but it was a pleasant surprise when all you got was a quiet squeak from the bedsprings.

“What are you doing?” König watched intently as you lay your belongings out.

“Putting my stuff down.” You looked at him over your shoulder, quirking a brow.

“On the bed.” He was just voicing what he saw, but you knew he had ulterior motives.

“Didn’t see your name on it,” you turned to face him properly, eying him where he leaned against the door. “Take the chair.” You nodded at the armchair in the opposite corner of the room.

König scoffed softly.

“You are joking?”

“Or you could take the floor,” you couldn’t help but smile; you enjoyed riling him up. “Plenty of room for you to stretch out.”

He shook his head, and you watched his eyes narrow behind the mask.

“No. You are smaller than me. You sleep in the chair; I have the bed.” He said it with a sense of finality, reminding you that he was, in fact, in charge.

“That’s not fair.” You argued, crossing your arms.

“You wanted me to sleep on the floor,” he pushed himself off the wall and took a step closer to you, “I am being kind.”

“You’re not,” you scowled, “Not at all gentlemanly, either.”

He chuckled, tilting his head to the side.

“If you will make such a fuss, we will sleep in the bed together, Kleine.”

“Seriously?” You balked at his words, caught off guard.

“Is it a bad idea?” It was almost as if he was goading you; toeing the line to see if you’d agree or if you’d back down.

It wasn’t uncharacteristic of him; he enjoyed teasing you as much as you enjoyed teasing him. He liked to see how hard he could push you when you were deployed together. It brought him a sort of contentment to see you squirm.

It was innocent, as far as you were concerned, and he knew he had the power to do it.

“No…” you decided not to bow to his prodding. “I just—are we allowed to…I mean, I’m fine with it, if you’re fine with it.”

You practically scoffed, uncrossing your arms and gesturing vaguely.

“I just…yeah. No—yeah, that’s a—…let’s just share,” you nodded, trying to reason aloud as you made your decision. “Better for…body heat.”

He nodded, and you were certain he was smiling beneath his mask.

You grabbed your chest rig from the bed and tossed it onto the armchair. Slowly, you began peeling off your kit. The thermal under layer of your uniform was perfect for sleep, and you weren’t about to crawl into bed with the military-grade fabric still on.

But the thermal wear was tight, hugging your body and intensifying your silhouette. Maybe it could be considered sexy; maybe part of you hoped that König would think so.

You shoved your clothes onto the chair with your chest rig, turning back to face the bed.

König had already prepared himself for bed, and you were nearly startled when you looked up to see his mask gone.

It was a rarity; he wore it 90% of the time, probably more as an intimidation tactic, but you also assumed it was a comfort thing.

The more shocking revelation was that he’d stripped down completely, forgoing even the thermals, as he sat on the edge of the bed in just his boxers.

“Not gonna get cold?” You quirked a brow, not at all unsatisfied by the unobstructed view of his form, but still a bit taken aback.

“It is nice in here,” he sighed, rolling his shoulders before rubbing a hand over his chest. “And your body will be warm.”

His phrasing made you roll your eyes, but you smiled just a little.

“Alright, Colonel,” you shook your head, “Sure.”

You ambled over to the bed, pulling the blanket back and frowning when you realized how thin the material was. But you situated yourself beneath it all the same, lying on your side and eager to curl up and allow yourself to get some rest.

When König maneuvered himself beneath the blanket next to you, you threw a look over your shoulder at him.

“No funny shit,” you glared, though it was playful, “Hands to yourself, or I’ll cut them off.”

König laughed lightly, folding his arms over his chest.

“I will not touch you, Kleine.” He was amused by your threat, but humored you.

“Good answer.” You settled back onto your side.

You found yourself unable to relax.

The room hadn’t warmed up in the short time you’d been inside, and you couldn’t seem to garner the warmth to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. The thermal clothing wasn’t doing much, and the wind howling against the wood of the cabin put you on edge.  

If you were less proud, you might have pushed yourself up against König in search of warmth and comfort. Instead, you let yourself continue to shiver, huffing softly.

But your exasperated sigh turned into more of a stunned gasp when you felt König reach out for you, tugging you into him until your back pressed against his chest.

“Said hands to yourself.” You mumbled, though the relief was immediate. The warmth of his body permeated the thermal shirt you donned and sept into your skin.

“Sh,” he splayed his hand against your stomach. “Dir ist kalt.”

“I’m not cold. I’m…” You tried to think of a valid argument, “I’m not cold.”

He grunted, a wordless response of disbelief.

The room fell quiet again, and you stayed pressed against his body. Part of you was tempted to grab his hand, lace your fingers with his and lean into the situation. But you stayed still and just appreciated the position you’d been pulled into.

“You understand me often now,” König’s voice broke through the silence. “You did not know German like this before.”

“Hard not to pick up on bits and pieces,” you were whispering, but you weren’t sure why. “Most of what you say over comms is German.”

“You are learning, maus,” he seemed pleased, his thumb brushing over your stomach. “Tell me.”

“I know that maus means mouse,” your voice picked up a bit, eager to share the small amount of German you had learned. “Was war das means what was that. Schnell is quickly, ich weiß is I know.”

You paused, thinking for a moment before you continued.

“Verdammt is damn it, and geh zum Teufel means go to hell. I think.”

He let out a small laugh behind you, and you felt his chest move against your back.

“Gut.” Though you couldn’t see it, you could hear the motion of his head against the pillow as he nodded.

You found the confidence to turn over, adjusting yourself enough to face him while staying pressed to his chest.

“Will you teach me more?” You asked, sincerely curious about the other phrases you'd heard him use.

He smiled. “What do you want to know, maus?”

“Will you…” you smirked, thinking, “Will you teach me more curses?”

“Girl after my heart,” he chuckled, running his hand over your back in an oddly docile gesture. “Ja, I will show you.”

He thought for a moment, squinting into the dark of the room as he considered where to begin.

“Em…to call someone’s mother a whore: huresohn.”

“Starting strong.” You laughed, chancing a glance at him.

“There are no weak curses in German.” He smiled down at you. “Scheiße is shit.”

“I know that one.” You yawned, placing an open palm on his chest.

“Fine, then, you are so proud of your skill; Weißt du was Schlampe ist?” He quirked a brow at you, smug.

“You’re going too fast—” you complained, pushing against his chest. “Do I know what what is?”

“Keep up, Kleine.”

“Kleine means small.”

“No—” He furrowed his brow, “Ja, it does, but also ‘little one.’”

You paused, looking up at him again.

“Little one?” You asked, echoing his words.

“Ja.” He nodded, sighing softly.

“Colonel, when you say things like that, I’m almost convinced you have a soft spot for me.” You smiled, putting your other hand on his chest and playfully pushing against him a bit harder.

“Vielleicht,” he moved to place his free hand over one of yours as you pushed him. “Ja.”

There was a pause, both of you taking a moment to stew in the silence and the feeling of each other.

“König…” You were whispering again, staring at how his hand dwarfed your own.

He looked down at you expectantly.

“I have—…I want to know one more thing.” You shuffled up the bed slightly, trying to position yourself to match his eyeline.

“Ok,” he nodded, now moving his hand to toy with a loose strand of your hair. “What?”

“How do you say…”

You could feel yourself shiver, but it had nothing to do with the cold, which you had long forgotten. You worried about overstepping, about saying the wrong thing and making the situation awkward and uncomfortable.

“How do you ask someone to—to kiss you?” You asked anyway.

You saw a flash of something in his eyes.

He paused, tucking your hair behind your ear and letting his fingers trace down your jawline until he could hook a finger under your chin.

“Küss mich.” He scanned your features, watching for a response.

“Küss mich…” You stared back at him, your lips parted.

You felt dazed, but it wasn’t unwelcome; there was a heat in your lower stomach, and it grew with every twitch of his fingers against your skin and with every word he spoke.

“Braves Mädchen.” His words were muttered as he leaned into you, capturing your lips with his and kissing you.

You squeaked, clawing at his chest before slowly reaching around him to pull him closer by the nape of his neck. You could feel his pulse, the quick thrum of his heart pushing against his skin almost as intensely as your own.

The kiss was covetous. He wasted no time pushing his tongue into your mouth, eager to taste every part of you; and you were eager to let him. You cupped the back of his head, pulling him into you, and he perched his hands on your waist, manipulating your body slowly until you were on top of him.

The position was awkward, but you could hardly notice when you were so focused on him. His touch was so warm, and you felt yourself melting beneath his palms; your skin was on fire, but it was a happily received blaze.

The chill of the room that had crept into your bones was long gone, replaced by the heat of his grip on your body.

You trailed your hands over him, taking in the feel of his skin beneath your fingertips. He was so large, muscular in a comforting way, and you whimpered softly against his lips when he gave your hip a squeeze.

“So long,” König mumbled against your jaw, “Have waited so long.”

“For this?” You breathed, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the way his hands trailed over you.

“For you.” He growled, pressing kisses to your throat.

You giggled at the feeling, his lips tickling your pulse point, but he didn’t stop—if anything, it just spurred him on.

“Liebling,” he spoke against the sensitive skin of your neck, “Meine Kleine. Do you know how you tease?”

“I d—I don’t tease, Colonel.” You moaned when he sucked a bruise into your neck.

“You are doing it now,” he tsked, “Telling me no hands—if that is what you want, shall I stop, ja?”

“No...” You whined; the thought of him removing himself from you now was deeply upsetting.

König huffed a laugh against your throat, straightening back up to meet your gaze again.

“Always teasing,” he reiterated as he brought his hand to your face, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. “In these silly clothes when I invite you to bed with me.”

“Off—” Your plea came out rushed and unfinished, “Take them off, then.”

He laughed louder now, pleased by your zeal.

“Greedy maus,” he ran his thumb over your cheek, “Move, then—I will help.”

You scrambled to push yourself off of him, sitting up and waiting to see what he’d do—whether you’d be faced with further instructions, or if he’d simply take the opportunity to strip you as you’d asked him to.

He sat up with you, studying you as you clamored to kneel next to him on the mattress.

“Come.” He beckoned you, and you shuffled forward until your face was mere inches from his.

He caressed your sides, and despite the gentle, chaste nature of the touch, you whimpered softly. König curled his fingers beneath the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head slowly—almost teasingly, as he exposed your top half.

It wasn’t out of any urge to taunt you, he was just so thrilled to be able to see you bare yourself to him; to scan every inch of your flesh.

He tossed the shirt to the side, and you made a mental note to grab it later so you didn’t leave without it.

“Back,” he instructed, pressing on your shoulder to encourage you to lie down, and you obliged happily. “Raise your hips, Kleine.”

You pushed yourself off the mattress awkwardly, trying to give him the space he needed to strip you of the final bits of fabric.

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your thermals, huffing impatiently when he realized that you had underwear on beneath the thermal layer. But he chuckled as he peeled both articles of clothing down your legs, and you let out a quiet gasp as the cool air of the room hit your core.

“So eager,” he tutted, tossing your bottoms in the same direction he’d thrown your top. “Just a touch. You are so easy to please.”

“Shut up…” You muttered, turning your head to the side to hide your satisfaction.

He grunted, bringing his hand to your face and squeezing your cheeks as he moved your head to look up at him again.

“Cruel girl—this is no way to talk to your Colonel.” The cold blue of his eyes somehow seemed to turn red hot; demanding and predatory.

“König—” you stuttered, “Colonel. Please.”

“What would you like, Kleine?” He kept his hand on your face, enjoying the way his palm swallowed you. “Be honest.”

“Fuck me,” you breathed, “Want you to fuck me.”

Upon hearing your words, he laughed, removing his hand from your face and trailing it over your exposed breasts.

“Fuck you? Already?” He kneaded the plush flesh of your chest. “We will be here all night, meine Liebe—I want to enjoy you.”

“Now you’re teasing.” You whined, arching your body into his touch.

“No,” he shook his head with a smirk, his eyes never leaving your chest as he groped you. “I will make you feel nice.”

With that, he leaned over you. His tongue followed a messy trail over your tits; circling your nipples before pressing his lips against the pillowy skin to suck deep marks into you. He treated it like a game—a meal, even, as he nipped at you, learning and memorizing what would make you squirm beneath him.

When he grazed his teeth over your nipple, you let out a sharp moan, reaching down to press his face further into your chest.

“No hands.” He mumbled into your skin, and you sighed dreamily.

“Think we’re past that…” You let your other hand wander over his shoulder blade.

“We are not,” he pushed himself off of you, forcing your hands away as he rose. He found enough balance to grab both your wrists, pressing them into the pillow on either side of your head. “You must listen when I say these things, Kleine.”

You whimpered, nodding an affirmative.

“Do you understand?” He looked down at you, “You will tell me. Speak.”

“Yes,” you nodded again, swallowing. “I understand, Colonel.”

He let go of your wrists, and his chest heaved; with lust or pride, you couldn’t tell, but it was likely a combination of both.

As he pushed himself down the bed, he couldn’t seem to separate himself from your body; pressing his face, his lips, into your skin; murmuring against you as if he wanted your bones to hear the filth that fell from his mouth.

“Such a pretty girl,” he mouthed just beneath your navel, “Finally behaved.” 

You bucked your hips, trying to encourage him to bring his mouth down to where you needed it most. But he bypassed your cunt completely, situating himself between your legs and biting at your thighs, only eyeing your core.

“Maus…” He sighed the petname, pressing kisses to your inner thigh before finally releasing his grasp on your leg. “So wet from kisses?”

He leaned forward, as if to drown his senses in you; your scent and your image, he wanted to appreciate it fully.

“Pathetic, a bit, mm?” He swiped a finger through your folds, collecting your slick, and you whimpered. “So desperate, to drip like this…”

“König,” you were whispering, afraid to warp the charged atmosphere. “You can do anything; just do something.”

He laughed at that, basking in the pleas you directed towards him as he removed his hand from your cunt and pressed a kiss to your clit.

“Schlampe.”

He buried his face against you, pushing his tongue into your entrance and lapping up the slick that dripped from your core.

You moaned, raising your hips off the mattress in an effort to find even more friction. König pressed down on your hips, effectively pinning you to the bed; holding you captive with his grasp and the movement of his mouth.

“Sweet engel,” he moaned against your cunt, “You taste like heaven, Kleine.”

“Fuck—” His actions were one thing, but his words hit you hard; it felt like forever since you’d been with someone who showed so much enthusiasm.

His gruff moans as he lapped you up only served to push you further towards the precipice of total pleasure, and you could feel yourself teetering over the edge already.

“You are so excited, Liebling,” König groaned bringing a hand up to press two thick fingers against your entrance. “Wetting my face this way, but still too tight for my hand.”

He began to nudge your hole, letting his fingers circle your entrance before sinking into you. He went as far as the first knuckle before stopping.

“Scheiße,” he cursed as he watched your cunt struggle around his fingers, “How will you take my cock, Kleine?”

You whimpered at the way his fingers stretched you; penetrating you shallowly, but enough to make you feel so full.

“You can—I’ll—I can take it,” you stammered, “Please, Colonel, make me take it.”

“Bitte…” König’s moan neared a whimper, pushing his fingers deeper into you. He bucked his hips against the mattress in response to your words and the filthy squelch of your cunt around his hand. “Whatever it is you want, maus, I will do for you.”

“More,” you begged softly, “Want more.”

He smirked, more to himself than to you, and continued his ministrations.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, flicking his tongue over you as he fucked you with his fingers. Whenever he heard you let out a soft gasp, he increased his pace.

“Probably one more can fit,” he spoke against your pubic mound, his lips finding purchase on your body again and exploring more of you with his tongue as he threatened your entrance with another finger. “Ja, Kleine?”

“Yes—another one.” You were so hot, maybe even sweating as he worked you open, but the flush of your skin did nothing to discourage you from whimpering for his hand. 

He pushed a third finger into you, and the stretch made your body contort; your back arched and your legs tensed. The pads of his fingers danced over your most delicate spot as he thrust them in and out of you.

The pressure in your abdomen was immense, but damn, if it didn’t feel amazing.

And he was thrilled by you. Every sound you made and every clench of your walls around him made König feel lightheaded, grinding himself down against the bed just for a moment of relief; imagining the pure bliss that would be getting to bury himself inside of you.

He could feel his boxers growing damp, the tip of his cock crying for you, just as you cried out for him.

“Little thing, so tight,” he was moaning, his sounds almost as eager as your own as he lay his head on your thigh to watch his fingers work you open. “Verdammt, Schatz—bitte, bitte, cum on my hand like this.”

He dipped his head down to lick the slick that coated his fingers, gradually moving his tongue so that it dragged over his fingers and up to your clit. He sucked the bud between his lips, and you white-knuckled the pillow beneath your head with both hands, the pleasure overwhelming to the point that it was almost too much.

You came with a cry of his name, just as you always did; but this time he was there with you to hear it; this time he was the one manipulating you to feel the rush of ecstasy.

“Hübsche Hure…” König continued to push his fingers in and out of you, determined to push you to the brink and see just how much you could take as your legs trembled from the overstimulation. “So good for your Colonel. So good to let me prepare you.”

You keened under his praise, your eyelids heavy. When he removed his fingers from you, you regained your senses as the pleasure that had wound itself so tightly around your muscles began to dissipate, leaving you in a hazy state of fucked-out bliss and feeling empty.

You reached down to brush your knuckles over his cheek, and he closed his eyes when your hand made contact with him, still resting on your thigh.

“You will look so pretty wrapped around me, Liebling.” He murmured, turning his face and kissing your hand.

He’d seemed to have forgotten about his previous request that you keep your hands to yourself—that, or he was too drunk off of you to care, content with the domestic gesture of your fingers trailing over his skin.

“Show me,” you whispered, the dull ache his fingers had left in your core swelled at his words, and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. “I want more.”

“Eine Schlampe tut es immer,” he muttered. He moved to lick up your thigh, savoring the slick that had gathered there to make your skin shiny and syrupy. “You will stay like that.”

You nodded, watching him perch himself on the edge of the bed before he stood.

You almost felt like you should avert your gaze; he fiddled with the waistband of his boxers, and you noticed the slick spot on the fabric that highlighted his need for you. It flooded you with a new wave of arousal—to want and to be wanted was such a tremendous thing.

But it was when he removed his boxers that you felt your breath hitch, eyes widening slightly in an almost comic way before you turned your head to stare up at the ceiling.

You had figured his mentions of readying you were just rooted in König being typically boastful. But the image of his cock, hard and weeping and big, as it sprung free from the confines of his boxers made you recognize that his preparatory measures were warranted.

Your mouth watered, but you maintained your gaze on the ceiling.

“Look,” König approached the edge of the bed, “Look at me, Kleine.”

You didn’t really need to be told twice, shifting onto your side to admire him; big might’ve been an understatement, and your lips parted as you lay still, just staring.

“Touch.” The harshness in his voice as he delivered the command was undercut by the tender way he reached for your hand and guided it to his cock.

You wrapped your fingers around the base, and König let out a short sound of approval. It made you feel powerful, to have a man like him by the cock, to be forcing such sweet noises up from his chest.

But mostly it just made you want even more.

“Bitte,” he bucked his hips leisurely into your hand, your dry palm creating the friction he’d been chasing, “Your mouth, engel. Taste.”

You hummed at his request, leaning forward to lick circles over the head of his cock. The sound that came from his throat was choked, stifled as best he could manage when you took the tip beyond your lips and hollowed your cheeks.

“Oh—Gott,” he tilted his head back, eyes closing as he relished the way you wrapped your lips around him. “Perfekter kleiner mund.”

You couldn’t tell exactly what he was saying, but you knew enough to know that he liked what you were doing, and it spurred you on.

You leaned further into him, trying your best to take more of him into your mouth and down your throat. A bit less than halfway down his shaft, you found yourself gagging; spluttering around him as you jerked the rest of his length in your hand. He grunted out a curse, bringing a hand to your hair and tugging gently at your roots.

“Very nice, maus,” he groaned when you glanced up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock, choking on him. “Take it deeper.”

You lifted yourself off of him, drooling.

“Too much…” You croaked out, “Too—too big. I can’t.”

It felt so conformist to say; expected, like an actress in a porno, faking it for the camera. And despite the fact that the words that left your mouth seemed almost cringeworthy, what you said was true: there was no way you'd be able to manage taking all of him.

But you loved a challenge.

“I was not asking,” he tsked, tightening his grip on your hair and earning a moan that traveled from your mouth in a breathy puff. “Put your mouth back. I will help.”

You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together as you lowered yourself back onto his cock and wrapped your lips around him. His authoritative nature on the field was always more attractive than it should’ve been, but this took the cake.

König fucked into your mouth like it was a toy, guiding you up and down over his cock, using your hair like a handle as he pulled you over his length.

You choked, spit and tears mingling on your face and dripping down his length, and he seemed to enjoy the sight as much as you enjoyed the feeling; his moans grew louder, the image of you helpless under his grasp getting him off in equal measure as the feeling of your mouth on his stiff cock.

He pulled you off abruptly, removing his grip from your hair and trailing his hand from behind your head to perch on your cheek. He wiped stray tears from your face with his thumb.

“I will cum if we keep playing this way, Kleine,” he panted, “And I would rather fill your cunt.”

You moaned wantonly at his words alone; he spoke so plainly, clear about his intentions, and you whimpered at the notion of having him spill inside of you.

“Fuck me, then,” you sighed, using the back of your hand to wipe your mouth. You took on a playful cadence, “Don’t keep me waiting, König.”

“Not waiting,” he shook his head, grabbing you by the chin and forcing your eyes on him. “Preparing.”

“Show me what you were preparing me for, Colonel.” You smirked, watching his face contort in arousal and a smug sense of assuredness.

He didn’t hesitate to climb onto the bed and hover over you, pressing a kiss to your chest just above your breasts before settling between your legs.

“You are impatient,” he muttered, “I only wanted to make you comfortable, Liebling.”

He held your hip in a vice grip, tugging you down the bed a bit to line himself up with you.

“No complaints when you are given what you have begged for.” He looked down at you, under obvious strain from his desire; his eyes had grown shadowy to the point of turning gray in the dim light of the room.

He ran his cockhead through your folds, grunting at the feeling of your slick mingling with the spit you had left coating his cock. He pushed his hips further, breaching your entrance with a groan.

Your hips moved on their own accord, rising to meet him, as you mewled.

“Ja, gut,” he moaned, “You need more—you need it all.” König kept his eyes glued on your cunt, watching his cock disappear into you.

He was growing impatient, sinking into you slowly had him gritting his teeth and breathing hard. You, too, felt restless at the pace; you could feel the stretch so viscerally, the pressure of his cock against your walls, the pain that faded into pleasure, and you craved more—you craved everything he had to give you. All of it.

“König,” you whined beneath him, squirming slightly, “Give it to me—I won’t break.”

“And if I want you to?” He queried, his voice low and wolfish.

You whimpered. It wasn’t often you felt vulnerable; guns strapped to your hip and a legion of other soldiers behind you. But now you felt exposed, prey waiting for the final act, and you relished in it.

“Do it.” You begged, waiting to see what he would do with the permission you gave him.

You didn’t have to wait long; König thrust his hips forward until they pressed against your own. He bottomed out with a whine, knocking the air from your lungs.

You cried out, full and stretched in such a foreign way. But you wrapped your legs around his hips as you writhed beneath him, locked in a battle with your pleasure.

“So tight,” he was panting, whimpering; six-foot-ten and easily 200 pounds heavier than you, and all it took for König to completely lose his edge was the feeling of your cunt wrapped so deliciously around him. “You—Scheiße, you are swollen with me.”

He traced a hand over your stomach, pressing against the bulge his cock produced, and you moaned at the sinful gesture.

He was just as overcome with lust, entranced by the image of your body squeezing around him, opening for him like a toy. He seemed so content to simply look and feel for a moment, but you grew impatient.

“König…” You pressed your heel against his back, trying to express your urgent need for him to move, to speak—to do anything that would let the pleasure spring free from the coil that had begun to tighten itself so harshly in your abdomen.

He swallowed, nodding in a manner that made it seem as though your words had brought him back down to earth. He pulled out of you slowly, hesitant to leave the warmth of your cunt, and you whimpered; you could feel every vein, and the round head of his cock dragged against your walls to further overstimulate your core. You bucked your hips, chasing the feeling.

“Oh, meine Liebling,” he shuddered, “Du willst es verdammt nochmal, eh?” He rumbled, drawing his hips back until the tip of his cock just barely penetrated you. “I will give it to you, Kleine.”

He pushed himself back into you just as harshly as he had the first time, and again you screamed for him, grabbing at his forearms and clawing at his skin in an attempt to ground yourself before the bliss became too much for you to handle.

“You want to break?” He muttered in your ear, his labored breaths fanning the side of your face, “Then you will break.”

“It—oh my god, König, please—” You pushed your head back against the pillows, angling your body closer to his to allow him free reign over you. “Fuck, it’s so much—so fucking—please.”

“Was willst du, Kleine?” He cooed, licking over of your collar bone, “You would like more?”

“M—more,” you managed, “Yes. More.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning at your stammered pleas, and he was more than willing to deliver.

He straightened up, grabbing you by the hips and practically hauling your bottom half up like you were a ragdoll; you whined, loosening your legs around his waist as he was clearly able to support you on his own.

He fucked into you like a toy, like your body was for him and him alone to use in whatever manner pleased him, and you relished in the control he exhibited over you.

“Tiefer,” he grit his teeth as he forced himself into you roughly, “You are easy to use this way, schlampe—so beautiful. Take all of my cock, engel, be good for your Colonel.”

You couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone a verbal reply. You stared up at him with lust-blown eyes, expressing your feelings through heady moans as he pushed the air from you.

You couldn’t help the way your hand meandered from its spot beside your head, leaving its home in the fabric of the pillow to trail down your body so that you could brush your fingers over your clit while König ravished you. You just needed that little push, the outer stimulation to match what he offered you, so that you could free-fall into satisfaction.

And perhaps he’d changed his mind about disallowing you to touch—he hadn’t disputed the way you’d grabbed at his arms when he’d sunk into you. Besides, he seemed too focused on your cunt to worry about any previous demands. Either way, there was only one sure-fire method to find out.

But König wasn’t pleased by the initiative you took. He dropped you, pressing one hand roughly against your hip bone to keep you still as his other hand flew to your wrist.

You yelped at the suddenness, but you’d be lying if you said it hadn’t been the reaction you’d wanted.

He stared, almost in shock, at your hand, your fingers still grazing your clit, before practically throwing your arm back to your side and leaning over you, looming.

“No hands,” he pressed his body against yours, engulfing you, “You have not listened, Kleine.” He thrust shallowly into you, not able to stop himself from appreciating the way you felt on his cock despite his urgency in chastising you.

“I thought—” you searched for an excuse, “Thought you wouldn’t mind.”

He chuckled lowly, glaring in a manner that seemed to border on tender.

“I think you are lying,” he accused, “I think you enjoy being treated like this. You are testing me, schlampe.”

You let out a shaky, needy breath in response to his assertion.

“I’m sorry, Colonel.” You mewled, moving to clasp your hands behind your head in an attempt to show him you had seen the error of your ways.

“I do not want your apology,” he grunted, his thrusts increasing in pace suddenly as he planted his hands on either side of you. “I want your pleasure.” He smiled down at you, leering at the way your face contorted in tandem with the way your body contorted to allow the intrusion of his cock. “I would like to feel it.”

He moved to rest on one forearm above you, his free arm snaking between your bodies to replace your hand with his own on your clit.

His fingers were so much bigger than yours, and he was somewhat clumsy as he rubbed circles over you. But the pressure was exquisite all the same, and he pulled new sounds from you that rose from your chest in appreciation of the friction he was granting you.

“Bitte,” he had once again begun speaking through whines, “Bitte, meine Liebe, let me feel how your cunt squeezes. Wet me with your cum—bitte.”

His broken requests, intercut with guttural grunts and whimpered groans, flooded you with heat. He pressed down on your clit right as he pushed his cock deep into you, lifting his hips upward to create an angle that allowed him to press against your most delicate spot.

You tried to stifle the sound that flew from your throat, and found yourself screaming silently into the room as you came.

“O—oh, bitte,” König’s hips stuttered against you, his head falling back as he reeled from the impact your orgasm had on him. “Ja, I—oh, bitte, bitte—”

He let himself fall forward, crushing you under his frame—though the weight of his body was comforting as you trembled through the aftershocks of your high. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, moaning wantonly as he approached his own release.

“Engel, meine Kleine—perfektes Mädchen,” he was only partially coherent as he licked a stripe up your throat. “I—I will fill you, ja? Bitte, would you let me fill you this way?”

“Please, König,” you breathed, overjoyed by the promise of being able to feel his cum leak from your spent cunt. “Cum in me, I want it—I want it, Colonel, please.”

He growled, reaching his tipping point upon hearing your words, beautiful sounds of approval falling from your lips as you expressed your eagerness at the prospect of him finishing inside your perfect cunt.

He came with a loud moan, guttural and sourced from his chest; his hips stuttered erratically against you as he let your cunt milk him.

You whimpered beneath him, accepting the warmth of his spend as it painted your walls.

He stayed on top of you, both of you taking a moment to recalibrate and catch your breath. When your pulse settled, you took the chance and wrapped an arm around him, trailing your fingers in vague patterns over his shoulder blade.

“König,” you whispered, voice hoarse, “You’re a great Colonel, but you’re a fantastic lay.”

 He rested his chin on your chest, staring up at you. He seemed to translate your words at a much slower speed than he normally would.

He shot you a smug look when it finally clicked.

“I am glad I meet your standards,” he sighed, pressing his cheek into your skin and letting the sweat that beaded over you cool his face. “Are you tired, maus?”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t have lied even if you wanted to; your muscles felt loose, and your body sunk into the suddenly cozy mattress.

“Sleep.” He shuffled down your body, maneuvering one of your legs over his shoulders and slotting his face between your thighs.

“What are you doing?” You smiled down at him, and he looked back at you with bright, eager eyes.

“I would like to clean the mess I made.” He replied in a tone that made it seem as though his plan should have been obvious to you.

You hummed, squeezing his head lightly with your thighs.

“Mm...so the mask is really just a muzzle, hm?” You mused.

“We will be here all night,” König smiled, nipping at your thigh as he reiterated his earlier words. “I want to enjoy you.”

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

What to wear in the arctic

I got this ask some time ago and wrote the answer down in a document, but couldn't find the ask anymore. So here it is, for anyone who is interested in it. In general, you can find really good posts like this from travel agencies that tell you what to pack for each weather.

With fast changing weather and cold winds the best option is always: layering.

waterproof outer layer, because of close proximity to water through ice and snow

windproof parka - the wind is together with the water the main issue

insulated clothing for the other layers - like polar fleece and thermal ski underwear

base layers should not be too tight, but also not too loose

they should hug the body closely, while still leaving a bit room for air to circulate

be aware of sweating - this cools down your body

so you should look for base layers that helps to regulate your body temperature, like merino wool

waterproof boots with rubber soles

two pairs of socks - one thin thermal pair, one thicker wool pair

two pairs of gloves - one thin glove at the base that you don't need to remove to use your hands and one thick pair as the outer layer

cover all areas of your body - do not forget about your ankles and wrists, so socks and gloves need to be long enough

use a scarf if the neck is not protected by the parka already

a tight hat to cover the head and especially the ears

the hood of the parka as the outer layer

high quality sunglasses or protective ski goggles - the white of the ice and snow reflects the sun and can cause damage to your eyes

you should also use sunscreen to protect your skin

and chapstick to protect your lips

More: What to wear in a desert

I hope this helps!

- Jana

[ssahotchnerr]

how about girl!dad hotch taking the family to the pumpkin patch??

sweater weather

AW cw; fem!reader, protective girl dad!aaron, playful banter, and a wholeee lot of domestic fluff <3 (and i mean a lot) wc; 1.1k

"Sweetheart, do you know where Ellie's hat is?"

"Hat?" You finally managed to get Jack's boot on his foot, he definitely needed to size up before winter officially commenced. "It should be in her bag, if it was packed to begin with."

It was Saturday morning; instead of sleeping in, starting off the day slow, Aaron had insisted on getting to the pumpkin farm the literal second it opened, in order to beat the October crowds.

And the earlier it was, the chillier it was outside too.

The temperature had just started dropping consistently; you've had a mild September, as well as a warm beginning to the month. But now, it was just past ten, and it was bordering within the mid to high 40s.

And so, before any fun was had, Aaron took it upon himself to bundle up Ellie in her warmest coat - along with a fuzzy hat, a pair of gloves. She looked rather uneasy as each layer grew, but simply allowed her father to indulge in bundling her up with zero protests.

She was an easy baby, now almost-toddler; never too fussy, just happy to be there, and more than thrilled to simply be in the presence of her dad (who notably was also wearing thermal, autumn attire.)

You, on the other hand, would never miss an opportunity to poke fun at your husband.

"Aaron." You laughed gently, your eyebrows crinkling as you took Jack's hand, helping him out of the car.

He peered across the middle at you, his hands halting as he secured Ellie's hat onto her head. A quizzical yet amused expression appeared on his face as he saw you were entertained. "What?"

"It's not that cold." You teased, before diverting your attention elsewhere for a moment - offering the instructions to stay close to Jack, other families beginning to pull into the parking lot - before back to Aaron. "A coat is really all she needs."

He rolled his eyes as you laughed again, pulling Ellie's hat down a bit more gently to ensure her ears were covered. "It's cold enough. And the wind isn't helping either, huh Ellie?"

"Cold." She repeated, shivering gently.

"See." He tossed you a playful smirk, before gazing fondly at his daughter. "That's right."

Once satisfied she was thoroughly warm, Aaron hoisted Ellie on his side to allow him a free hand to close the door. He then walked around the front of the car, meeting you, and poking your side jokingly.

You swatted his hand away with a giggle, your face lighting up. "You ready to pick out a pumpkin Jackers? You're going to need to help out your sister too, she doesn't quite know how this works."

"Yeah!" Jack nodded enthusiastically, eyes pleading. "Can we carve it when we get home?"

"Sure." Aaron agreed, although feigning a timid expression. "Not too scary of a face though, right?"

Jack shook his head, grinning. "The scariest."

As the four of you entered the farm, Ellie's brown eyes grew, as there were numerous festivities to look at and absorb. Instantly, she began attempting to wiggle her way out of Aaron's hold, pointing forward and whining in impatience.

He put her down softly and her little legs carried her over to her brother, babbling his name as she attempted to catch up.

"Jack," You alerted gently, your own pace picking up a tad until she was at his side.

"I know, I got her." He took a hold of his sister's hand, clutching onto it tightly. "I can show her where the little pumpkins are. Those are more Ellie-sized."

"Who's the protective one now?" Aaron teased, a playful smirk adorned on his face as he looked at you.

"You hush."

Ellie inevitably slowed Jack down - not new to walking as she was nearly two, but definitely new when it came to navigating in boots.

It was entertaining nonetheless, adorable as she waddled slightly in imbalance.

And Jack, the best brother there ever was, was patient; sticking to her speed, even pointing at different things for her to take notice of: the maze with cornstalks towering over, farm animals, the pumpkins.

Aaron and yourself fell a few feet behind, allowing them to lead the way. However, you couldn't help but let your gaze switch and linger on Aaron.

Your heart warmed from the happiness radiating off his face; his eyes doing that sparkling thing you adored, or his lips pulling into a smile as he watched the kids. It was subtle, in complete Aaron Hotchner fashion, but the most exceedingly obvious thing to you.

Aaron felt your stare, meeting it, "Can't keep your eyes off me today, can you?"

"Can you blame me? Just look at you." You quipped in return, grabbing ahold of his forearm and nestling into his side. All joking aside, "I love seeing you happy, is all."

"Yeah well," A full smile escaped him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you more against him if possible, smushing you into his side. "I have a lot to be happy for."

You beamed up at him, laying your head into him in a makeshift embrace. "I'm glad."

Aaron pressed a long kiss into your temple. It would've been more lasting, but Ellie tripped forward, causing him to quickly move forward to help her back to her feet.

"Hey you're okay." He consoled quickly to prevent any meltdowns, her bottom lip protruding and eyes watering. He swiftly wiped the traces of dirt that smeared onto her jacket. "You're alright."

Pumpkin picking was a little chaotic - Jack busied himself with the task of selecting the biggest pumpkin he could possibly find, and periodically would advance a bit too far - you'd have to remind him to stay near.

Meanwhile, Ellie attempted to pick up nearly every pumpkin she found. She would pick one, hand it to Aaron. Pick another, and repeat, all while squealing in delight. If it were up to her, she would bring the entire patch home.

You of course, took a multitude of pictures to share with the BAU family, as well as collecting memories of your own: Aaron cheesing with the two of them, Jack and his prized large pumpkin, Ellie with her own little pile, and the two of them sitting on a hay bale.

But finally - with the crowd heightening, and nap time approaching - Aaron kneeled in front of Ellie, a small pumpkin in each hand. "Which one you wanna take home, pumpkin?"

You snorted a soft laugh at his pun, Aaron peered up at you knowingly.

Ellie studied the two of them, before her tiny hands clasped onto the one on his right, pausing with almost hesitant happiness; wanting her dad's approval she made the right decision.

And of course, Aaron's grin widened. "Great job, honey. It's the perfect choice."

You smiled to yourself.

Aaron was right - there was a lot to be happy for.

[ncis-nerd]

Christmas Cheer

new au alert

Ship: Wife WandaNat x Reader // Platonic Kate & Reader // Brief mention of Kate x Yelena

Warnings: Mentions of Christmas, working in retail, the festive season, winter, alluding to reader being anemic.

About: Christmas time is the best time of the year for most, you love the generosity of people during this season. The Christmas movies, the hot chocolate, gift giving and most of all, spending time with the people you love. 

You hummed softly to the Christmas jingle playing in the background. You loved your job, you loved your elderly boss who would show you pictures of her grandchildren, your friend/co-worker Kate who you would spend your lunch break with. Going with you to your favorite Chinese Takeout place.

You loved your job but sometimes you regretted working retail at a toy shop during the Christmas season. Not to get you wrong, you loved seeing the joy on the kids faces, the sparkle in their eye when they got their heart set on a toy they really wanted. And you loved the magic of the festive season but it could be overwhelming sometimes. 

Stressed parents running on low energy and little sleep, desperate to find the popular toy their kid wants, searching endless stores just for the toy to be sold out. You couldn't blame them.

You didn't realize you were staring at these two women looking at the window's display of toys. They smiled softly, one woman had on this red and white knitted hat with reindeer on it. The other had a long coat on. You saw her whisper to the woman with the hat. The woman with the hat had a hot chocolate in her hand.

“Hello? Earth to Y/n?” Kate waved her hand in front of your face. “Huh?” You returned your attention to the raven haired girl.

“I said, do you want to go on lunch right now?” Kate asked as a low growl sounded from her stomach. You chuckled softly at the warning from your friend’s stomach that she was hungry.

“Sure! Let me just grab my coat and we can go.” You nodded, heading to the back room where your locker was. 

As you zipped up your red puffy jacket, Kate appeared in the doorway. “Ready?” She asked. You nodded as the two of you made your way to the Chinese restaurant. 

“It's so cold I can see my breath!” Kate exclaimed, exhaling only to be greeted with a small trail of fog exiting her mouth. You shivered in your layers which consisted of your hat, gloves, scarf, sweater, shirt, second shirt, pants and thermal pants. You got cold easily and instead of complaining all the time (which you still do by the way), you learnt that layering up helps you stay warm. Your mom had told you many times “I don't know how you can do it, I could never wear that many layers” but you shrugged her off. 

“We're here! I can smell the food!” Kate smiled as she opened the door to Tony's. Tony's is the name of the Chinese Takeout restaurant you and Kate go to. You've been going there ever since the first day you were hired. You can still remember it vividly. You were sitting in the backroom eating your pb&j sandwich when Kate came in and introduced herself. The two of you were around the same age, the rest of your co-workers were way older than you guys so Kate made the decision to talk to you and become friends. From that day on, you guys have been going to Tony's for lunch. 

Now that it's December, Tony's is more crowded. Especially since they came out with their Christmas themed menu, families and teenagers lined up to get something. 

Thankfully, there was no one when you and Kate went. If there was, you feared Kate's stomach might explode. 

“Hi there ladies, table for 2?” Steve smiled, as he picked up two menus. “Yup!” You nodded. “Is that Kate and Y/N?” You heard Clint's voice from the kitchen.

Clint was a chef who worked at Tony's, he had cooked if not all the meals you and Kate shared there, than most. In your time going to Tony's, you had gotten to know Clint well, you know he has a wife and two young daughters who sometimes come to visit him during his break.

“Yeah!” Steve responded. “Hello Kate, hello Y/N. How's the shift going?” Clint had a warm smile on his face. “Work's going well, how are things here?” You spoke. “Same old, same old. I assume you two want your regular?” Clint nodded. “Yeah, better make it quick. Kate here is starving.” You smirked. “Hey! I'm not starving!” Kate whined. You looked at her with a chuckle as she proved her own point with the whining. 

Clint led you two to your table. “Food should be out shortly” Clint nodded as he left. Your eyes scanned the room. You noticed a family sitting at one of the circular booth tables. The little girl had on a pink tutu and an orange shirt. The mom was on the phone and the dad was holding the brother. The little girl made eye contact with you and waved. You smiled softly and waved back.

Clint returned with your water and Kate’'s coffee and placed it down on the table. There was a soft red tint on Kate's face, you could tell she was texting her girlfriend, Yelena.

That's when you noticed the couple from the toy store had entered the restaurant. The blonde was taking off her hat as the woman in the long coat took her friend's hand and rubbed her hands together, to warm it up. You smiled softly at this gesture, you loved seeing how the holiday spirit brought people together.

Clint led the two ladies to the 2 seater tables right by you and Kate. “Thank you” the woman with the hat spoke, with a thick Sokovian accent. “Of course. Can I get you started on drinks?” Clint spoke. “I would like the bloody mary” the other woman spoke, her voice laced in a thick Russian accent.

“And for you ma'am?” Clint looked at the blonde. “Hot chocolate is fine. Thanks.” She nodded. Clint left once again, to make their drinks this time.

“This place is nice” the blonde spoke. “Да, освещение красивое, и меню выглядит хорошо.” the Russian responded. 

The Russian's eyes fell on you, you quickly looked away. Hoping that she didn't notice your staring. 

“Симпатичная девушка из магазина игрушек здесь.” the Russian's attention focused back on the woman sitting across from her. 

You wondered what she was saying. Right on cue, Clint comes out with your chicken lo mein and Kate's fried rice.

“That looks so good, my mouth is literally watering right now” Kate moaned. You giggled at her reaction. 

“I wish you a Merry Christmas” filled the silence in the restaurant as your phone went off. In that moment you regretted your ringtone. “Hello?” You answered. “Hi Y/N, I'm so sorry to disturb you from your lunch break but it’s so busy in here right now and we could sure use you and Kate back here at the store” You felt bad you guys were understaffed today and it probably didn't help that you and Kate took your lunch break at the same time. “Of course, I’ll let Kate know. We should be back shortly.” You hung up. 

Kate groaned, “Nooo.. I’m so hungry.” You frowned apologetically, “Sorry Kate, Elaine needs us back. She said there’s a big crowd in there right now.” You signaled for Clunt to return. “Hey, can you make this a to-go. Kate and I have to return to work unfortunately.” You said as Clint took the food away.

You zipped back up your coat and collected your belongings as you and Kate walked up to the register.

“Have a good one and stay warm, alright?” Clint spoke.

Google Translate:

Да, освещение красивое, и меню выглядит хорошо. - Yes, the lighting is beautiful and the menu looks good.

Симпатичная девушка из магазина игрушек здесь. - The cute girl from the toy store is here.

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Lost in Argentina | Chapter 1

Pairing: Paige Buecker | Azzi Fudd WC: 12K Synopsis: The UConn women’s basketball team lands in Argentina for a training camp, but the real adventure? Paige’s last-minute packing disaster, Azzi’s snack obsession, and the endless chaos that follows. Between running from a rogue dog, getting locked in elevators, and arguing over coconut water, their Argentina trip becomes a mess—but in the best way. As the heat rises, so does the tension between Paige and Azzi, who are already more than just teammates. With every teasing remark and stolen moment, their bond deepens. It’s less about the training and more about finding love, laughter, and a little bit of chaos under the Argentine sun. Frankie's note: Appreciate the blurb idea! I definitely switched things up a bit, but still, big thanks. Credits to this blurb for the inspo. I love you anon. Let me know your thoughts loves, and yes, I'm aware that my masterlist is messy. i'll rework it this weekend.

The UConn women’s basketball team had been buzzing about this Argentina trip for weeks. It wasn’t just another overseas training camp—it was a chance to experience a new culture, eat amazing food, and bond as a team. Geno had called it a "learning opportunity," CD had called it a "chance to grow," and the players? They mostly saw it as an escape from Storrs' freezing winter.

Packing had been an adventure in itself. Paige, ever the last-minute packer, had thrown a chaotic mix of hoodies, basketball shorts, and an unnecessary amount of socks into her suitcase the night before. Azzi, on the other hand, had meticulously packed a separate bag just for snacks, because "you never know when you'll need fuel." Nika had insisted on bringing her own pillow, claiming it was the key to good sleep, and Caroline had made sure to bring an extra pair of sneakers in case of emergencies.

Now, stepping off the plane and into the scorching heat of Argentina, the contrast to Connecticut’s icy winds hit them like a wave. The sun bore down on them, a dry warmth wrapping around their skin like a thick blanket. Sweat began to bead at their temples almost instantly.

"Holy—it's like an oven out here!" Caroline groaned, fanning herself with her boarding pass.

"Bro we just escaped winter'' Aubrey exclaimed, adjusting her sunglasses.

"Welcome to my life," Nika said smugly, stretching her arms above her head. "This is nothing. Croatia in the summer? So muchh worse."

Aaliyah wiped her forehead. "How do you even function in this?"

"You adapt," Nika shrugged. "Or you melt. Your choice."

As they waited for the van, Paige pulled at the collar of her white thermal shirt, regretting her outfit choice. It clung to her lightly toned frame, her usual confident stance faltering as beads of sweat slid down her temple.

"Bro, why did I wear long sleeves?" she muttered.

Azzi, standing beside her, her mahogany-colored bodycon dress hugging every line of her figure, looked up from her coconut water with a small smirk. "Because you're bad at planning?"

Paige’s gaze flickered over Azzi, her jewelry glinting under the sun, her soft curls shifting with the warm breeze. "That’s bold coming from someone who packed an entire bag just for snacks," Paige shot back, eyeing Azzi’s tote full of protein bars and neatly stacked fruit containers.

"It’s called being prepared. Unlike you," Azzi replied smoothly, taking a slow, deliberate sip of her drink, her lips glistening slightly.

"Get a room," Nika chimed in, grinning. Paige shot her a glare, but her cheeks tinged slightly pink.

A commotion near the curb caught their attention. A small dog had somehow wriggled out of its owner’s grasp and was now zipping between people’s legs. Caroline took a startled step back, nearly knocking over Aaliyah. Aubrey, laughing, reached down to try and help the frantic owner, only for the dog to dart between her legs and send her stumbling forward. The entire team burst into laughter as Aubrey caught herself just in time.

"Yo, we’ve been here for five minutes, and we're already causing problems," Paige said, shaking her head.

"We? It's all you, P" Aaliyah corrected with a smirk.

Finally, their van pulled up, and they gathered their things. The inside was blissfully air-conditioned, the seats plush and comfortable. Geno slid into his spot near the front with a tired sigh.

"Alright, listen up," he started. "Don’t act like idiots, don’t get lost, and for the love of God, don’t make this harder than it needs to be."

"So basically, don’t be Paige?" Nika quipped.

"Exactly," Geno deadpanned.

The team erupted in laughter as Paige held a hand to her chest, feigning offense.

"Damn, y’all turning on me already? We haven’t even checked in yet!" Paige pouted.

"Oh, we’ve been turned," Aubrey teased, elbowing her.

The van ride was filled with chatter, jokes, and a couple of loud gasps when the driver nearly grazed a motorcyclist in traffic. By the time they arrived at the hotel, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The building itself was sleek and modern, its towering glass windows reflecting the city lights.

Inside, the air-conditioning was heavenly. The lobby was decorated with polished marble floors, plush chairs, and a massive chandelier that hung like a centerpiece, scattering light in delicate patterns across the ceiling.

A staff member approached with welcome drinks, small fruit-infused waters. Paige took a sip and immediately frowned. "Why does this taste… healthy?"

Azzi took hers without complaint, giving Paige a pointed look. "Because it is."

The team flopped onto the lobby couches, exhausted but still buzzing with energy. Paige took the opportunity to poke at Azzi’s arm. "Hey. You happy now that you got your coconut water?"

Azzi side-eyed her but nodded. "Very."

"Tragic. No Shirley Temples," Paige lamented dramatically. "And no Gatorade. What kind of establishment is this?"

"One that has coconut water," Azzi teased, taking another sip just to taunt her.

At the elevator, Paige dramatically insisted on being the one to press the button. She kept missing, hitting every floor except the one they needed. "Okay, okay, I got it now," she muttered before accidentally hitting the emergency stop.

The elevator jolted, and everyone screamed.

"PAIGE!" Nika yelled.

"SHIT, MY BAD" Paige yelped, frantically pressing more buttons. "This is why I don’t do responsibility!"

The doors finally opened, and the team stumbled out, some laughing, some shaking their heads. In their distraction, Paige and Azzi nearly entered the wrong room—536 instead of 535.

"Uh, I don’t think this is our room," Azzi mumbled, eyeing the door.

Just as Paige was about to argue, the door to 536 cracked open, revealing a confused businessman in a robe. "Can I help you?"

Paige threw up her hands. "Shit, wrong place"

Azzi tugged her away, barely holding back a laugh. "You're a natural, really"

Inside their actual suite, the view of the city stretched before them, lights twinkling in the distance. The suite was stunning—big windows, a sleek kitchen, a minibar stocked with weirdly expensive snacks, a large bathroom with a walk-in shower, and a balcony perfect for lounging.

Aubrey turned on the TV and was immediately met with an overly dramatic Spanish soap opera. The entire team stared at the screen as a woman slapped a man across the face, screaming something in rapid Spanish.

"This is already the best thing I’ve seen all trip," Nika declared, grabbing a seat.

"Yo, why are they all so stressed" Aaliyah added, squinting at the screen.

Aubrey rolled her eyes and reached for her phone. "I’d rather watch IG reels than watch someone dramatically fall down a staircase for five minutes."

"You have no culture," Paige sighed, shaking her head.

Azzi left for the bathroom as the team continued to bicker about whether or not the soap opera was a masterpiece. Paige stretched out on the bed, watching Azzi disappear with an amused smirk.

"That’s what I thought," she whispered to herself, her lips curving into a satisfied grin as she watched Azzi walk away, hips swaying just enough to make Paige rethink her definition of self-control.

The room had quieted after the flurry of activity, now just a soft hum of energy lingering in the air. Aubs, Lili and Nika had already finished getting ready and left the suite, leaving Azzi and Paige alone to finish their ''preparations''.

Azzi was still in front of the mirror, brushing through her tangled curls, the soft brush gliding through her hair as she pulled it into a messy bun. Her fingers worked carefully, but her mind wandered. She could feel Paige’s eyes on her even though she wasn’t looking. That feeling—warmth spreading over her skin—made her hands tremble slightly. Focus, Azzi, she told herself, but it was hard to ignore the way Paige’s presence made her pulse race.

The sound of the shower running stopped, and Paige finally emerged, the familiar scent of her body wash trailing in her wake. Her hair was still damp, a towel wrapped around her waist. Azzi caught herself staring for a moment, her eyes flicking quickly to the floor. Get it together, she thought, but her heart was already beating faster.

As Paige crossed the room, Azzi didn’t even notice she’d gotten so close until she felt warm breath on her neck.

Paige’s lips brushed her skin in a slow, lingering kiss. “You look too damn good right now,” she whispered, voice low and teasing. Azzi gasped, a soft tremor running through her body. She froze, brushing the thoughts of the outfit aside.

“Paige,” she whispered sharply, but there was no heat in her voice—just the familiar mix of teasing and slight panic. “Stop, we don’t have much time.”

Paige only smirked, her lips barely grazing the side of Azzi’s neck before she leaned in further. “I know, but you make it hard not to want to do…this.” She took her time, as though savoring every moment, letting Azzi feel every inch of her teasing touch.

Azzi let out a small laugh, but it was breathy, uncertain. Why does she always do this to me? she thought, pushing herself to turn around, her eyes locking with Paige’s.

Before she could react, Paige swept her into her arms with surprising ease, lifting her by the ass and dropping her onto the bed with a light thud. Azzi’s breath hitched, an involuntary laugh escaping her lips as she landed in Paige’s lap.

“See? Told you. You make this whole getting ready thing impossible,” Paige teased, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear as she whispered something so cheesy it made Azzi roll her eyes.

“I swear, Paige,” Azzi said, but the heat in her cheeks betrayed her. “We need to wait until after dinner, we can't do this right now” she added with a playful tone, though her voice faltered slightly.

Paige grinned, but reluctantly pulled away. “Okay beautiful, I'll be patient.” she said, but the mischief in her eyes told Azzi it wouldn’t last long.

As Azzi stood up, Paige’s hand landed on her ass with a playful smack that made Azzi jump slightly. She turned back to face Paige, feigning shock. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” Paige answered with a shrug, her smirk only growing. “What? You like it.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, turning back to pick her outfit for the evening. She chose a silk, creamy white skirt that fell elegantly to her ankles. The fabric shimmered in the light, giving off a luxurious feel. She paired it with a corset-style crop top that showcased just the right amount of skin. The back of the top revealed her smooth, athletic back, making her feel bold and confident as she slipped into the black sandals.

But Paige—being, well, Paige—wasn’t going to let it slide that easily. She crossed the room to Azzi, unable to resist. Before Azzi even realized what was happening, Paige kissed her deeply, pulling her in with the force of a storm. Azzi melted into the kiss, a sigh escaping her lips as she felt herself become weak under the heat of it.

Azzi pulled back, breathless but smirking. “You need to get dressed too,” she said, though her voice was softer, filled with something Azzi didn’t quite know how to name.

Paige pouted dramatically. “Can’t I just wear my bathrobe?” she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, trying to mask the sudden flurry of emotions. “Hurry up, Paige,” she said, voice just a little breathy, but not enough to give herself away.

Paige sighed, but eventually grabbed her clothes. She slipped on a soft, creamy white knitted button-up and matching shorts that looked effortless but still cute. Her white sneakers completed the look, and Azzi couldn’t help but stare, her gaze lingering just a second longer than necessary. Focus, Azzi, she reminded herself, but it didn’t seem to work.

“Do you like?” Paige asked, noticing the way Azzi’s eyes had gone soft.

Azzi didn’t answer immediately. Her heart beat harder in her chest, and she bit her lip, trying to hide the way her body was betraying her. “Yeah,” she said, though her voice was barely above a whisper. She turned away to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks, but it didn’t work.

Paige grinned, but then she did something Azzi wasn’t expecting. She picked up the infinity necklace she’d given Azzi and placed it gently in her hands. “Put this on,” Paige said quietly.

Azzi hesitated, but then she nodded, feeling the warmth of Paige’s hands still on the necklace before she moved to sit on the stool. She could feel Paige’s eyes on her, and her skin tingled. As she put the necklace on, Paige spritzed some cologne into the air, the scent filling the room as she headed to the bathroom.

When Paige returned, she caught sight of Azzi wearing the necklace, her eyes softening. “You look beautiful,” she whispered, her voice low and sincere.

Azzi smiled shyly, her heart fluttering at the words. But then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she teased, “Now, put on some rings.”

Paige groaned dramatically but indulged her, slipping the silver rings onto her fingers. Azzi, without saying a word, took her hand and started playing with Paige’s fingers. The soft touch sent shivers up Paige’s spine, and she found herself struggling to keep her cool. Focus. Just a few more minutes.

Azzi stopped playing with Paige’s fingers and eyed them for a moment. “You’ve been biting your nails again, haven’t you?” she asked knowingly, her tone light but playful.

Paige froze, not expecting Azzi to notice. “Uh, stress,” she muttered quickly, but Azzi was having none of it.

After a moment of quiet, Azzi’s lips curled into a smile. She kissed Paige’s cheek lightly, her touch almost making Paige forget what they were doing. “We need to hurry,” Azzi said, the softness of her voice sending a shiver through Paige’s body.

As they finally got ready to leave, the playful tension between them felt like it was about to boil over. Azzi was already heading toward the door when Paige reached out and grabbed her arm, halting her in place.

“Wait,” Paige said, her tone mischievous. Azzi raised an eyebrow, confused.

Paige glanced over her shoulder at a group of teenage boys standing just behind them. “You’re not going in yet,” she said, almost too seriously for how playful she was trying to sound. “Let them go first.”

Azzi blinked, still not fully understanding. “What’s wrong?” she asked, turning back to the boys who were oblivious to the conversation.

Paige leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Trust me,” she said. “I don’t want them looking at you like that.”

Azzi’s heart skipped, and she could feel the warmth spread across her face. She tried to laugh it off. “You’re such a dork,” she said affectionately, though the flutter in her stomach gave her away.

Paige puffed out her chest like a dramatic superhero. “What? I got my spidey senses”

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, Spiderman, I’ll let you do your thing,” she said, stepping back to let the boys take the elevator first.

As the elevator doors opened and the boys filed in, Paige turned to Azzi, her grin wide and devilish. “Besides,” she said, her voice teasing, “it’s just a good excuse to be this close to you.”

Azzi’s heart skipped a beat. She loved how Paige could always turn any situation into something playful. “You’re so cheesy,” Azzi said, but her smile said everything Paige needed to hear.

As Azzi stepped inside, she felt the weight of Paige’s eyes on her, burning through every exposed inch of skin like a slow, deliberate caress. A blush crept across her cheeks, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she lifted her chin, a slow smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched Paige—who was, quite literally, devouring her with her gaze.

Paige let out a low whistle, dragging her eyes over Azzi’s outfit, lingering shamelessly on the sloping curve of her back, the delicate dip of her waist, the way her silk skirt clung just enough before flowing down. She bit her lip, tilting her head as if she were truly contemplating something profound.

“You're sweet,” Paige said, grinning wide, but her voice had that low, rough edge that made Azzi’s stomach tighten.

Azzi hummed, stepping into Paige’s space, close enough that their noses brushed, her smile widening when she felt Paige suck in a quiet breath. Their eye contact was molten—charged, teasing, but something softer lingered underneath it, something that made Azzi feel like she was being seen in a way no one else had ever managed before.

Paige’s fingers found their way to Azzi’s sides, rubbing small, slow circles, her touch feather-light but sending a ripple of heat up Azzi’s spine. She leaned in further, breath warm against Azzi’s cheek, her voice turning into something that dripped sin.

"And so sexy."

Her hands slipped lower, barely grazing the soft fabric of Azzi’s skirt.

"Completely hot for me."

Azzi bit her lip, eyes half-lidded as she tilted her head just slightly, watching the way Paige’s gaze flickered from her lips to her throat and back up again.

"Oh, and did I forget to mention that you're sexy?" Paige murmured, her grin sharp, predatory.

Azzi, already feeling the warmth bloom over her skin, turned around just to glare at her—but the playful smile tugging at her lips gave her away. "You're so self-assured, it's almost too cute."

Paige smirked, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “Oh, I know. I get that a lot.” She winked, sauntering after Azzi into the elevator like she hadn’t just made the temperature in the room rise ten degrees.

Azzi shook her head, trying to compose herself, but it was impossible—not when Paige followed her inside and casually leaned against the elevator wall like she hadn’t just spent the past two minutes lighting her on fire. The doors slid shut, and suddenly, it was just the two of them, the soft hum of the elevator the only thing breaking the thick silence between them.

Paige sidled closer, their shoulders brushing. Her fingers found their way to Azzi’s waist again, this time pressing with just a little more intention. “Seriously though,” she murmured, her voice still teasing but tinged with something deeper, “how do you manage to make a simple silk skirt look like it belongs on a runway?”

Azzi let out a soft laugh, rolling her eyes. “It’s called having good taste.” She tried to sound unaffected, but her pulse betrayed her, hammering against her ribs.

Paige raised an eyebrow, feigning shock. “Oh, so it’s not because you’re a goddess in disguise?” She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Guess I’ll have to start calling you ‘Divine.’”

Azzi snorted, covering her mouth in a failed attempt to hide her laughter. “Did KK tell you to say that one?”

Paige grinned. “Maybe”

And then Paige did something—something that shattered the teasing, the pretense, the space between them. She lifted a hand, brushing a loose curl away from Azzi’s face, her touch slow, deliberate. Her fingers lingered just beneath Azzi’s ear, tilting her chin up slightly. The moment stretched, the air in the elevator crackling, until Paige finally leaned in and kissed her.

It was soft at first—just a press of lips, the kind that whispered a thousand unsaid things. But then Azzi made a small, breathless sound, and Paige deepened it instantly, her hand slipping to cup the back of Azzi’s neck, fingers tangling in her hair. Azzi melted into her, her hands fisting the fabric of Paige’s shirt, pulling her in. Paige tasted like warmth and something faintly sweet, and Azzi swore she could feel her smirk against her lips when Paige bit down, just enough to make her shiver.

The elevator dinged, snapping them out of their daze, but neither of them moved for a second. Paige’s lips hovered over Azzi’s, her breath a little uneven, her pupils blown wide.

“Well, damn,” Paige finally murmured, looking dazed and way too pleased with herself. “That was… something.”

Azzi swallowed, trying to collect herself. “Shut up,” she muttered, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her.

The doors slid open, and before they could step out, a familiar voice cut through the moment.

“Look who’s finally here,” Aubrey called, arms crossed, her signature smirk firmly in place. “Took you long enough.”

Azzi groaned, covering her face with one hand. “We were just waiting for the elevator to clear out.”

Paige, still high off the moment, turned to Aubrey with a cocky grin. “Yeah, we were just being… considerate.” She waggled her eyebrows, crossing her arms like a proud little peacock. “Didn’t want to make a scene.”

Aubrey arched a brow, unimpressed. “Uh-huh, sure.”

Paige took Azzi’s hand, lacing their fingers together before tugging her toward the waiting Uber. As they climbed into the car, Paige greeted the driver with an over-exaggerated Spanish accent that made Azzi close her eyes and let out a deep, suffering sigh.

“Por favor, Paige,” Azzi muttered under her breath, covering her face.

Paige just laughed, reaching over to squeeze Azzi’s thigh. “What? I’m trying, okay?”

Azzi huffed but couldn’t hide her smile. “Better not talk the rest of the ride.”

Paige leaned in, voice dropping into a lower, silkier tone. “Oh, I’ll be quiet.” Her fingers trailed absently over Azzi’s knee, up her thigh. “But just so you know, I’ll be thinking very loud things.”

Azzi exhaled slowly, turning to look at her, meeting her gaze with something equally unreadable and heated. “Be patient,” she murmured, her voice smooth and full of promise.

Paige’s eyes darkened, her grip tightening just slightly.

As the Uber pulled away, the air between them remained thick with anticipation, every small touch and glance charged with what was to come.

--

As the Uber ride came to a close, the atmosphere inside the car felt strangely calm, but also electric, as if both Paige and Azzi knew something was brewing. Paige fidgeted in her seat, trying to come up with something clever to say. Her failed attempt to thank the driver in Spanish was met with an awkward chuckle from Azzi, who was doing her best to hide her grin.

“Uh, gracias mucho?” Paige said, her accent more like a bad impersonation than anything else.

Azzi couldn’t help but laugh, her voice dripping with amusement. "You are so bad at this."

The driver smiled kindly, barely suppressing his own laughter. "De nada."

Azzi grabbed Paige’s hand, tugging her out of the car. The touch was casual, but the way her fingers lingered against Paige’s palm sent a slow burn through her veins. "Come on, let’s get inside before you offend anyone else," she muttered under her breath, still laughing at Paige's Spanish mishap.

As they approached the entrance of the restaurant, Aubrey was already waiting outside, her black jacket gleaming under the streetlights. She turned, giving them a once-over with a smirk plastered on her face. “Took you two long enough. What were you doing? Making out in the backseat?”

Paige rolled her eyes, but Azzi just shook her head, a soft blush creeping up her neck. She squeezed Paige’s hand again, tighter this time, almost like a warning. "We were just…talking," Azzi said, her voice soft but amused.

Talking. Sure.

They turned toward the restaurant, a fancy Argentinian place with grand windows that let the soft glow of golden light spill out onto the sidewalk. The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of sizzling meat and spices, the rhythm of tango music humming faintly in the background. It was romantic, charged, the kind of place where secrets slipped out between sips of red wine and stolen glances.

Inside, the restaurant felt like something out of a film. The dark wood of the furniture contrasted with the warm, amber lighting, creating a cozy yet sophisticated ambiance. Chandeliers dripped from the ceiling, their crystals reflecting the soft light and casting delicate patterns on the polished floors. The low murmur of conversation filled the space, punctuated by laughter, by the clinking of silverware against fine china.

Azzi adjusted the hem of her skirt, the smooth fabric hugging her hips in a way that made Paige's breath hitch. The movement was subtle, but deliberate, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. Her toned legs caught the light with every step, the bold brown lip color enhancing the sharp cut of her cheekbones. Paige wanted to look away, should have looked away, but she couldn’t. Especially not when Azzi turned, her eyes meeting Paige’s with that quiet, knowing smile that always managed to unravel her from the inside out.

Paige, in contrast, had a more laid-back look, but she still exuded an effortless sexiness. The cream-colored button-up she wore was unbuttoned just enough to hint at the toned muscle beneath, the knitted white shorts showing off her powerful thighs. There was something unfair about how easily she carried herself—relaxed, confident, like she had nothing to prove, even when she was actively unraveling Azzi with just her presence.

As they walked up to the long table where the rest of the team sat, Caroline glanced up from her phone, her expression unreadable before she smirked. A knowing smirk. Ayanna and Ice were caught up in conversation, but Aubrey? Aubrey was watching them like a hawk, one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

At the end of the table sat Geno and CD. Geno, always impatient, already had a menu in his hand, looking mildly annoyed, while CD casually flipped through the wine list. As soon as they approached, Geno couldn’t resist commenting.

“Nice of you two to join us,” he said dryly, his voice laced with sarcasm. “I was starting to think you got lost on the way.”

Paige, still feeling the heat of Azzi’s lingering touches, just rolled her eyes. "Paige did. Her Spanish skills almost started an international crisis,” Azzi quipped, settling into her seat with a smirk.

CD snorted, clearly not surprised. “I believe that.”

Dinner was a blur of teasing and laughter, but underneath it all, there was something else. Something simmering just beneath the surface. Paige felt it every time Azzi brushed her fingers against her wrist, every time her leg pressed a little too firmly against hers under the table. And then there was the way Azzi watched her—like she knew Paige was squirming, like she was enjoying it.

Paige shot Azzi a playful glare but couldn’t help laughing. "Hey! I was trying," she protested.

“And yet, the effort is still embarrassing,” Aubrey chimed in, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

The team settled into their seats, and the ordering chaos began. Aaliyah, being vegetarian, carefully asked the waiter about meat-free options, which led to a bit of confusion. Ice stared at the menu with the focus of someone trying to decode an ancient manuscript, squinting at the options. Nika had an unintentional disaster with her attempt at Spanish, accidentally ordering a completely different dish than intended, much to her embarrassment. Paige’s attempt was so bad the waiter just blinked at her in confusion, causing everyone at the table to erupt into laughter.

Azzi sighed, her voice dripping with affection. “She’ll have what I’m having. And two Shirley Temples.”

Paige grinned, nudging Azzi’s leg under the table, her touch lingering. “That’s my girl,” she murmured, voice low, teasing.

Azzi rolled her eyes but didn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. "I don’t know why I bother with you sometimes."

Paige smirked, shifting slightly so her knee pressed firmly against Azzi’s. "Because you love me," she whispered, her lips barely moving, but the words sent a slow burn straight to Azzi’s stomach.

As they waited for their food, the conversation continued flowing with ease. Nika teased Paige relentlessly about her failed Spanish, Caroline gossiped about a recent WNBA trade rumor, and Ice shared a ridiculous story about someone (probably Paige) tripping over their own feet during practice. Aubrey chimed in with a dramatic reenactment, complete with exaggerated gestures, making everyone laugh.

Then, unexpectedly, a small boy approached Azzi shyly, holding out his phone. "Excuse me, are you Azzi Fudd? Can I get a picture?"

Azzi smiled warmly, her eyes softening as she crouched down to meet the boy’s gaze. “Of course!” she said, her voice gentle, her presence radiating kindness.

Before she could stand back up, Paige slid into the frame, grinning. "Can I be in it too?" she asked, her voice playful.

The boy nodded, and a quick photo was snapped. As soon as it was over, the boy ran off without a word. Paige couldn’t help but pout. "Wow. Guess I’m just a background character now."

Azzi laughed, her fingers trailing up Paige’s thigh under the table, her touch slow, deliberate. Paige’s breath hitched, her grin faltering just slightly. "Don’t worry," Azzi murmured, her voice velvety smooth, "You’re still my main character."

When the food arrived, the table quieted for a moment as everyone dug in. The team made a half-hearted attempt to thank the waiters in Spanish, though Paige’s attempt this time was miraculously correct, earning a proud nod from Azzi.

But Paige barely tasted her food, too focused on the way Azzi kept touching her—her fingers brushing against Paige’s wrist, her nails dragging lazily along the seam of Paige’s shorts, the way her lips curved into a smirk every time Paige shifted in her seat. It was intoxicating, the heat building between them with every glance, every accidental brush of skin.

Azzi leaned in, her lips just a breath away from Paige’s ear. “You’re squirming.”

Paige exhaled sharply, trying to act unaffected, but her voice came out just a little too breathless. “You’re playing dirty.”

Azzi tilted her head slightly, her cheek brushing against Paige’s, her voice nothing but a whisper. “And you love it.”

Paige swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her fork. She did love it. And Azzi knew it. She always did.

Paige leaned in close, her breath warm against Azzi’s ear, voice low and dripping with intent. “Meet me in the bathroom. Now.”

Azzi didn’t respond right away. She didn’t have to. The look in Paige’s eyes was enough to make her stomach flip, her skin prickle with anticipation. She took a slow sip of her drink, waiting for the perfect moment before casually pushing back her chair. She didn’t need to look to know Paige was already walking ahead, the confident sway of her hips an unspoken command.

Inside the dimly lit restroom, Paige leaned against the counter, fingers tapping idly against the cool marble. The mirror reflected the flicker of mischief in her darkened gaze as she watched Azzi step in and quietly shut the door behind her.

“Took you long enough,” Paige murmured, voice thick with something deeper, something dangerous.

Azzi barely had a second to react before Paige grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into the nearest stall, locking the door with a sharp click. Their mouths collided, all heat and urgency, lips parting instantly as Paige backed Azzi up against the stall door. Azzi gasped into the kiss, fingers digging into Paige’s biceps as she felt the solid strength beneath her shirt. Paige’s hands were everywhere—gripping her hips, sliding up the curve of her waist, teasing just under the hem of her top before skimming over bare skin.

Azzi’s curls tumbled free as Paige yanked her hair tie loose, fingers threading through the soft, unruly strands. “God,” Paige murmured against her lips, voice breathless, reverent. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Azzi smirked, despite the racing of her heart. “Oh, I think I have some idea.”

Paige groaned, her teeth catching Azzi’s bottom lip as she trailed open-mouthed kisses down her jaw. She pressed in closer, her knee slipping between Azzi’s thighs, the heat of her body sending a shiver down Azzi’s spine.

“You wore this just to torture me, didn’t you?” Paige whispered, lips brushing over the pulse thrumming wildly in Azzi’s throat.

Azzi exhaled sharply, nails dragging down Paige’s back as she grinned. “And what if I did?”

Paige’s grip tightened, hands sliding lower, fingers ghosting over the waistband of Azzi’s skirt. The teasing was excruciating, deliberate, every touch designed to make Azzi squirm. Her breathing hitched as Paige’s hands inched further, knuckles grazing her bare skin.

Azzi’s voice was low, commanding. “Take your rings off.”

Paige hesitated for a fraction of a second, then obeyed. She turned to the tiny metal table beside them, her fingers gliding over the cool surface as she slid the rings off one by one. The absence of them made her touch softer, more intimate as she returned her hands to Azzi’s hips, pressing her firmly against the door.

Each kiss was deep, slow, lingering, sending a coil of heat twisting tighter in Azzi’s stomach. Paige was thorough, mapping out every sensitive spot with lips, tongue, and teeth until Azzi was barely holding onto the railing for support. Paige’s hands were bold now, fingertips dragging up the inside of Azzi’s thighs, teasing just at the edge of where she wanted her most. Azzi let out a quiet, desperate whimper, hips canting forward as Paige smirked against her skin.

“You’re already this worked up?” Paige teased, voice thick with satisfaction. She nipped at Azzi’s collarbone, tongue following the mark she left behind.

Azzi let out a shuddering breath, grabbing Paige’s wrist and guiding her exactly where she needed her. “Shut up and do something about it.”

Paige chuckled, a dark, wicked sound, before obliging, her fingers slipping beneath fabric, touch deliberate and slow. Azzi’s grip tightened on Paige’s shoulders, nails biting into skin as she struggled to stay quiet, her breath coming in short, needy gasps.

Then, just as Paige’s fingers pressed deeper, the bathroom door creaked open.

“You two in here?” Ice’s voice rang out, teasing, entirely unimpressed.

Paige stilled. Azzi squeezed her eyes shut, biting back a groan.

Paige was the first to recover, clearing her throat as she called out, “Yeah, just—uh, fixing Azzi’s skirt!”

A pause. Then Ice scoffed. “Right. Try not to traumatize anyone, please.”

Silence settled between them as they listened to the door swing shut.

Slowly, Azzi let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Paige leaned back, a wicked grin tugging at her lips. “We’re really bad at this.”

Azzi smoothed down her skirt, cheeks flushed. “Yeah, no kidding.”

Paige reached for her rings, sliding them back onto her fingers—except one was missing.

Azzi twirled it between her fingers, slipping it onto her own hand before Paige could take it back.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “You stole one.”

Azzi’s lips curled into a smirk, holding up her hand. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

Paige exhaled a laugh, shaking her head as she traced a finger over the ring now snug on Azzi’s hand. “It’s cute, though,” she murmured, voice softer now.

Azzi looked up at her, something unspoken passing between them. She didn’t say anything—she didn’t have to. Instead, she took Paige’s hand and intertwined their fingers, the stolen ring cool against her own skin.

They took a moment to adjust their clothes, trying to smooth out any signs of what had just transpired, but the energy between them was undeniable. Paige washed her hands, glancing at Azzi in the mirror. Their eyes met, and the connection between them felt even stronger than before. Their touches were softer now, but no less intimate.

They exited the bathroom, moving back to the table with a newfound sense of confidence, but there was an undeniable buzz in the air between them. CD immediately gave Azzi a once-over, a skeptical look in her eyes. “You okay? You look out of breath.”

Azzi, her cheeks flushed but her voice steady, cleared her throat. “I—uh—got caught up… with the toilet?” she said, trying to cover up the obvious.

Caroline snorted, eyeing the ring on Azzi’s finger. “Did you go shopping in there?”

Azzi tried to explain, but no one bought it. The teasing began, and the night carried on with more laughter and banter.

As dinner wound down, Paige took out her phone, pretending to be serious. “I need to do my Duolingo lesson,” she announced with mock-urgency.

Azzi rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. “That’s really what’s on your mind right now?”

Paige nodded with a grin. “Gotta keep my streak alive.”

Before they left, Paige casually turned to Aubrey. “Oh, by the way, don’t go into our room tonight,” she said, her voice light, but there was an unspoken promise behind the words.

Azzi couldn’t help but smile at the hidden meaning, the night ending with a perfect blend of teasing and desire.

With a gentle thud, the door to their hotel room closed, and the air was heavy with a tension that neither of them was yet brave enough to confront but that they could both feel in their veins. Everything felt a bit too close, a bit too right, because of the heat that twisted beneath the skin.

Paige tossed the key card onto the nightstand with a lazy flick of her wrist, stretching her arms over her head just a bit too dramatically, her shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of her toned stomach. She knew exactly what she was doing—knew how to work the room, knew how to make Azzi’s mind race without even trying. Azzi stood by the door, biting her lip, eyes glued to Paige’s movement. It was almost unfair how easy it was for Paige to command attention, even when she wasn’t trying. Her shirt was wrinkled from dinner, unbuttoned just enough to make Azzi want to reach over and pull it off, fingers itching for the excuse. Her baggy shorts clung to her hips, the way she wore them not out of sloppiness but out of knowing exactly how good it looked. The sight made Azzi’s breath hitch—Paige had the ability to look casual and sexy all at once.

Azzi couldn't stop staring. She felt exposed, despite being fully clothed in her tight skirt that fit her like a second skin. She was acutely aware of every single inch of her body, the way the fabric hugged her curves, the way the strap of her top had slipped off her shoulder, just enough to hint at what was underneath. She hated how much it made her want to crawl into Paige’s space, kiss her senseless, and let the tension boil over.

Paige caught the glance, that flicker of something raw in Azzi’s eyes. She smirked, a predatory glint in her gaze. "You look like you have something on your mind." Her voice was teasing, but there was something deeper in it, something that sent a rush of heat straight to Azzi’s core.

Azzi’s response was a scoff, but it came out breathy, almost like a sigh. "You’re annoying."

Paige took a step closer, the distance between them shrinking, and for a moment, Azzi was frozen in place. “Yeah?” Paige’s voice dropped low, teasing. She reached out, fingers grazing the exposed skin of Azzi’s shoulder, deliberately slow, a soft caress that made Azzi’s heart skip. Her touch lingered, trailing down the curve of Azzi’s collarbone, and Azzi felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Then why are you staring at me like that?”

Azzi bit her lip, fighting the urge to respond to Paige’s challenge. The problem was that Paige was so damn good at getting under her skin, and Azzi had never been able to resist her. "I—" Azzi’s throat went dry, and she cursed herself for not being able to form a coherent sentence. It was as if Paige was a magnet and Azzi was the iron, and there was nothing she could do but pull closer.

Before Azzi could recover, Paige leaned in just a bit more, close enough that Azzi could feel the heat of her breath on her skin. The faint scent of Paige’s cologne, sweet and warm, filled her senses. It was intoxicating. And the worst part? It made Azzi want more.

“Cat got your tongue?” Paige murmured, lips barely grazing the shell of Azzi’s ear, her fingers now tracing the strap of Azzi’s top, teasing her with that soft, barely-there touch. Azzi's pulse quickened, her skin tightening under the contact. It was torture. Pure, delicious torture.

Azzi’s voice was barely a whisper when she managed to speak. “Shut up.”

Suddenly, Azzi was unable to handle it any longer. She grabbed Paige's shirt collar and pulled her closer, planting a forceful kiss on her lips that was anything but tender. It was frantic and ravenous, and although neither of them was yet ready to acknowledge their desires, they both knew exactly what they wanted.

Paige's breath quickened, her hands pulling Azzi closer, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. The heat between them was undeniable, each kiss igniting something deeper, something that felt like it could consume them whole.

Azzi’s hands gripped Paige's shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she pressed her body against hers, eager, desperate for more. Every kiss was a new rush, a wave they couldn't stop riding.

Paige broke away, her lips brushing Azzi’s ear, her voice low, filled with raw sincerity. "I want to make you feel everything," she whispered, the words soft but charged, a promise that both thrilled and calmed her. "Let me show you how much you mean to me."

Azzi’s breath hitched, her eyes closing at the sound of Paige’s voice, so tender and unwavering. It was the trust, the way Paige made her feel seen, like she could let go and still be safe. Her heart beat faster, not just from the fire between them, but from the depth of what they were sharing.

With a quiet gasp, Azzi tugged Paige back into another kiss, her hands finding the back of Paige’s neck, pulling her closer as if she couldn't get enough. Paige’s touch was gentle yet insistent, moving with purpose as she let her hands roam, each touch sending a spark through Azzi’s veins.

With her fingers pushing into the waistband, Paige pulled back just enough to rip her skirt off before Azzi was able to argue, throwing it away as like it were nothing. Paige's voice was raw and full of yearning as she exclaimed, "God, you're so fucking hot." Before her lips touched the delicate flesh of Azzi's inner thigh, she spent no time in sitting between her legs and sending scorching, open-mouthed kisses down Azzi's body.

Azzi's body shook with anticipation as her breath caught. She would have gone crazy just from the sensation of Paige's kisses on her skin. She whimpered, her hands clutching the covers underneath her as her body pleaded for more. "Paige…please."

With a sly smile, Paige drew back just enough to meet Azzi's gaze. "You know what you want, don’t you?" Her eyes, black with hunger, deceived her, even though her voice was playful. The unexpected, wonderful pressure caused Azzi's back to arch off the bed as she moaned and flicked her tongue against her clit.

Azzi moaned, her voice shaking, "Fuck, don't stop." Paige didn't need any more encouragement. She sucked her clit into her mouth, her tongue working in a rhythm that made Azzi see stars. The pleasure was so great that Azzi had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.

As Azzi gasped, her body clenched around her as Paige inserted a finger inside her, just as she was about to lose control. Azzi begged, "I need… all of you" Azzi pleaded, her passion haze preventing her from speaking clearly.

Paige, as always, was too slow for Azzi’s liking, taking her time, teasing her, savoring every inch of Azzi. She pushed her finger in and out, her mouth never leaving Azzi’s clit, and Azzi’s hands shot out, gripping Paige’s hair, pushing her closer, desperate for more.

The pressure was building, her body trembling with need. Paige’s fingers worked in perfect time with her mouth, sending Azzi’s mind spiraling into a frenzy of sensation. '' Fuck, you’re gonna make me—” Azzi cut herself off, her voice a strained moan as she felt the pressure building in her stomach, like a tightening coil just about to snap.

Paige pulled back just enough to look up at Azzi, eyes dark and lust-filled. “C'mon, tell me what you want'' she demanded, her voice husky.

Azzi couldn’t speak, her chest heaving, her body already on the edge. Instead, she just nodded, her fingers tightening in Paige’s hair, pulling her back down. Paige grinned, knowing exactly what Azzi needed, and dove right back in.

And just when it felt like Azzi was going to lose herself completely, there was a sharp knock on the door.

Both of them froze, hearts pounding in their chests, breath ragged.

Another knock, louder this time.

“Hotel service,” a muffled voice called from the other side.

Azzi groaned, her head falling back against the door as she stared at Paige in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me”

Paige, despite the situation, let out a breathless laugh, clearly amused by the timing. "Is it breakfast already?"

Azzi, desperate to get her bearings, shoved Paige off her, both of them scrambling to compose themselves. Paige straightened out Azzi’s top with a wink. “Guess we’re gonna have to pick this up later.”

Azzi shot her a look, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “You’re impossible.”

Paige just grinned, unbothered. “And yet, you’re still here.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the flush on her face betrayed her. With a dramatic sigh, she walked over to the door, pulling it open.

The hotel worker, a middle-aged woman with a knowing smile, glanced between them, eyebrows raised in amusement. “¿Interrumpo algo?” she asked, her Argentinian accent thick, but the playful tone was unmistakable.

Azzi, still reeling from the moment, tried to shake her head. “No, uh, just—”

The worker raised an eyebrow, stepping in with a tray. “Ah, bueno. But you two, much tension. Like telenovela. Hehe.” She winked. “Cuidado, the walls thin.”

Paige, catching onto the joke, grinned like a cat that just ate the canary. “Oh, I like her.”

Azzi, mortified, covered her face with a pillow as the worker left with a chuckle. Paige, of course, couldn’t help but smirk. "Looks like we have an audience,"

Azzi shot her a glare, but it was hard to stay mad when her heart was still racing, her body still craving more.

“Shut up,” she muttered, throwing a pillow at her.

The bathroom door clicked shut, the sound lost in the heavy humidity that clung to the air, thick and warm like the quiet between them. Azzi stood in front of the mirror, her hands hesitating at the waistband of her skirt. She could feel Paige’s gaze behind her, that knowing stare that felt like it was pulling her skin taut, like she was being seen in a way she couldn’t quite escape.

When Azzi let the skirt slip from her body, it fell with a soft rustle, brushing against her legs before it hit the floor with a light thud. The air felt different now—charged, like a spark waiting to catch fire. Paige didn’t move right away, but Azzi could feel her presence, could sense how her breath had shifted, how the rhythm of it became heavier, deeper. Azzi wondered if Paige was counting down the seconds until she crossed that line they both had been dancing around for too long.

But then, without warning, Paige’s laughter broke through the silence. It was warm, easy, that signature laugh of hers that always managed to make Azzi’s heart flutter. “Really?” she teased, her voice low and playful, but Azzi heard the edge beneath it. She heard the way Paige was fighting back something more, something deeper.

Azzi smirked, her lips curling with that tiny bit of satisfaction she always felt when she managed to get under Paige’s skin. “Yeah, really,” she replied, the words softer than she intended, carrying a weight she wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

Before she could think too much about it, Paige was there, her hands settling on Azzi’s hips, grounding her in a way that made her knees weak. Azzi’s breath caught in her chest, the heat of Paige’s touch seeping through her thin shirt, searing her skin. Her body was suddenly aware of everything—every brush of Paige’s fingers, every second that stretched between them.

Azzi reached for the collar of Paige’s shirt, pulling her forward with a quiet force. Her breath was uneven, her chest rising and falling with each shallow inhale. She wanted to speak, wanted to say something to break the tension that was wrapping tighter around them with every passing second, but all she could do was let her fingers trace the outline of Paige’s jaw, the same jaw she had spent countless moments staring at, memorizing.

Paige didn’t say anything. Instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing just below Azzi’s ear, sending a wave of shivers down her spine. “You’re always making me clean up your messes,” Paige whispered, the words so casual, so teasing, but Azzi could hear the tension simmering beneath them. She could feel it in the way Paige’s fingers tightened at her waist, how she was barely holding herself back.

Azzi’s heart thumped louder, and she didn’t know whether it was the proximity or the pull of desire that had made it so hard to think. She leaned into Paige’s touch, their bodies aligning, feeling the soft press of Paige’s chest against her back, the warmth that wrapped around them both. She wanted to say something, but words felt like they would shatter the moment, so she kept quiet, her mouth curving into a half-smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Maybe you like it messy,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with unspoken meaning.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing, the space between them charged with something Azzi couldn’t name. She felt Paige’s gaze burning into her, felt the way it held her, a weight that made her feel both exposed and more herself than she’d ever been.

Paige’s hands slid from Azzi’s hips to her back, strong and certain, and before Azzi could say anything, she found herself being lifted effortlessly, her feet leaving the ground in one smooth motion. Paige’s touch was sure, and yet Azzi could feel the smallest hesitation in her, like she was waiting for Azzi to pull away, to stop her.

But Azzi didn’t pull away. She let herself be carried, letting Paige place her gently on the bathroom counter, the cold surface beneath her a sharp contrast to the heat that still lingered between them. Azzi felt a flush crawl up her neck, and when she looked up at Paige, there was something vulnerable in her expression, something that made her stomach tighten with an unfamiliar emotion.

Paige bent down slightly, her forehead grazing Azzi’s, and in that moment, Azzi could feel the unspoken words hanging between them. Paige was so close, close enough that Azzi could taste the faintest hint of her perfume, could feel the warm breath on her lips. “Careful, you’re going to break something,” Azzi whispered, teasing to break the tension, but even in her words, there was something deeper, something she couldn’t hide.

Paige’s lips twitched with a smile, and Azzi knew she was trying to hide the way her heart was racing, too. “Well, you should’ve picked somewhere taller,” Paige shot back, the laughter in her voice thick with affection, her fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Azzi’s face. It was tender, deliberate, like she was touching something fragile and precious.

Azzi closed her eyes for a second, letting the softness of Paige’s touch sink into her skin, feeling the slow burn of desire and affection roll through her all at once. She wasn’t sure what it was about Paige that always made her feel both more alive and more vulnerable, but she wasn’t sure she cared anymore.

Her fingers traced the edge of Paige’s shirt, the fabric soft under her touch. It felt like a promise—like something she couldn’t quite keep her hands off of. "I don’t mind being close to you,” Azzi said quietly, her voice steady but her heart beating louder than ever.

Paige leaned in, brushing a kiss across Azzi’s lips—gentle at first, a sweet connection that deepened as the seconds ticked by. There was nothing rushed about it.

Azzi’s hands moved quickly, pulling Paige’s shirt off in a single motion, her fingers working with ease, revealing the skin she had grown to adore. She took in the sight of Paige’s toned body, her gaze lingering on her abs with something like admiration, but also hunger—something deep and unspoken.

Paige’s breath hitched, her eyes flicking up to meet Azzi’s. “Eyes up, pretty'' she said, her voice a little breathier than usual.

Azzi smirked but nodded, her gaze meeting Paige’s. “I can’t help it,” she said quietly, voice full of softness but teasing too.

Paige’s heart thudded in her chest at the sound of Azzi’s voice. There was something so easy about being with her, but at the same time, it was more complex than any simple connection. It was deep, a pull that Paige couldn’t quite explain, and maybe didn’t want to.

They kissed again, slower this time, the heat between them growing with each passing second. Azzi shifted slightly, her ass resting on the counter, and Paige noticed how her panties were almost slipping off, a small detail that sent a wave of awareness through her. She couldn’t help but reach down, her hand brushing over Azzi’s hips with a gentleness that belied the storm building between them.

Azzi’s breath quickened, and a soft moan escaped her lips as she tilted her head back slightly, giving herself to Paige completely. The connection between them was undeniable, electric.

Paige couldn’t help but grin, her voice soft but deliberate. “You know, we came in here to shower, right?”

Azzi’s eyes fluttered open, and her face softened, almost frustrated. “I don’t want to. I need you, all of you. I need to feel you, Paige,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, but the emotion in it was raw and real.

Paige didn’t say anything. She simply lifted Azzi again, cradling her in her arms as she moved toward the shower. She could feel Azzi’s hands on her neck, gripping tightly, and her lips against her skin, but all she could think about was getting Azzi to relax, getting her to feel taken care of.

Once inside the shower, Paige lowered Azzi onto the stool, brushing her hands over her arms in a gentle, reassuring motion. “Want the stool?” Paige teased, her voice light. “Your knees must be sore from all that princess treatment.”

Azzi laughed softly, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “I’m not complaining,” she said, her voice a mix of playful and vulnerable. “But yes, I’ll take it.”

Paige turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature carefully. Azzi moved to press the button herself, but the water shot out too hot, causing her to yelp and pull back.

“Ow,” Azzi muttered, but before Paige could react, she was already there, hands gentle but firm on Azzi’s shoulders. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you burn yourself,” Paige murmured, her voice full of concern.

“I’m fine, just a little… surprised,” Azzi laughed, trying to wave it off, but Paige could see the way her body tensed. She smiled, brushing Azzi’s damp hair away from her face.

“I’ll take care of you, okay?” Paige said softly, her hands running over Azzi’s back in soothing motions.

Azzi nodded, her eyes closing as she leaned into the touch. “I know.”

After grabbing the upscale shampoo with a vanilla aroma and warming it in her palms, Paige started rubbing it into Azzi's scalp. She moved slowly and deliberately, as though she had endless time to take care of her.

Azzi sighed deeply, her tension slowly melting away under Paige’s touch. “I love you” Azzi whispered, her voice soft and filled with gratitude.

Paige smiled, her lips brushing against the back of Azzi’s neck as she worked. “I’ll always take care of you, Azzi,” she murmured, her words quiet but firm.

Azzi’s fingers slowly ran through Paige’s hair, soft and slow, her hands tracing the curve of Paige’s face, feeling the warmth of her skin. They shared a smile, small but full of meaning, the silence between them comfortable and full of trust.

Paige moved to Azzi’s legs, her hands working in gentle motions as she massaged more shampoo into her skin. Azzi’s legs stretched out, her body slightly arching to give Paige more access, and Paige took a moment to admire how beautiful Azzi was, the way her body responded so naturally to her touch.

“Is this okay?” Paige asked softly, her voice careful as she moved closer to Azzi’s knees.

Azzi nodded, her lips curling into a small smile. “More than okay” she whispered.

Paige kissed her legs slowly, each motion filled with reverence and care, and when she reached Azzi’s knees, she worked with extra caution. Azzi’s eyes fluttered closed, and she kissed Paige’s knuckles in silent appreciation.

The moment was sweet, but also electric, filled with the quiet understanding between them. Paige was lost in the rhythm of it all, in the beauty of taking care of Azzi, and in the trust Azzi had placed in her.

Azzi pulled Paige in closer, a small bubble of laughter escaping as Paige blew some foam into her face, and they kissed again, soft and slow, letting the warmth of the shower and the connection between them take over.

The steam from the shower lingered in the air as Azzi stepped out, her skin glowing, droplets of water tracing down her shoulders, the curls of her damp hair framing her face in soft waves. She shivered slightly, stepping onto the bath mat, her bare feet pressing into the plush fabric as she glanced over at Paige. Azzi’s eyes, soft and full of warmth, met Paige’s gaze with a mischievous gleam.

“Should I shower you too?” Azzi asked, her voice light and teasing, but there was something deeper in her tone—an unspoken affection hidden beneath the playful words.

Paige, just finishing up rinsing herself, shot Azzi a grin over her shoulder. “It’s okay. Your knees are begging for a break,” she replied, her voice a soft tease as she stepped out from under the showerhead. She grabbed a towel, patting it across her face, then tossed it over her shoulder.

Azzi tilted her head, smiling warmly. “I could still do it,” she countered, her voice light but insistent. There was something about taking care of Paige that she just couldn’t shake.

Paige shook her head affectionately, wiping the water from her neck. “You’re always trying to take care of me,” she said, walking over to Azzi, wrapping her arms around her waist. “ I’ve always got you in first place. Even before Shirleys, and you know I don't play about those”

Azzi’s eyes softened at the mention of Shirley Temples, a drink they always shared during their late-night hangouts. “You really put me before Shirleys? I'm flattered” Azzi teased, her smile both playful and touched by the sentiment.

Paige chuckled, her lips brushing against Azzi’s hair as she lifted her effortlessly. “ Yeah. And if you don’t stop with the teasing, I might just prove it again,” she whispered, lifting Azzi into her arms, her muscles flexing as she did. Azzi’s laughter filled the air, soft and full of affection as she wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck.

“Paige, you’re way too strong for your own good,” Azzi said between soft giggles, resting her head on Paige’s shoulder as she was carried.

Paige flashed a grin, her heart thumping at the simple touch. “I’ve got all the strength for you, you know that,” she whispered back, carrying Azzi to the bathroom door. “Just give me a minute, okay?”

Azzi nodded, her hands lightly gripping the back of Paige’s neck as she was gently set on the bathroom counter. Paige then walked off, disappearing into the bedroom before returning with a fluffy towel in hand, the one that had Olaf’s face on it. It was a soft, plush white towel, the edges trimmed with a light blue that matched Paige's eyes, and the image of Olaf smiling widely at the corner of the towel made Azzi’s heart skip.

“Your Olaf towel again?” Azzi said teasingly, arching an eyebrow.

Paige gave her a look, rolling her eyes but with a smile. “Not mine, that's yours” she replied. “It’s cute.”

Azzi couldn’t help but smile, her affection for Paige making her chest tighten. She loved the silly little things about Paige—the way she never cared about how others might judge her, the way she loved without a care. It was these details that made Azzi’s heart feel so full. Paige carefully wrapped the towel around Azzi’s shoulders, her fingers lingering on Azzi’s skin, soft and deliberate, as if she was savoring every second of the touch.

Paige then began drying Azzi’s skin, her hands gentle as she moved the towel over Azzi’s arms, chest, and legs. She was so careful, her touch deliberate but affectionate. The warmth from the towel was comforting against Azzi’s cool, damp skin, and Paige made sure each movement was slow, almost reverent.

As her hands moved down Azzi’s arms, Paige paused for a second, leaning in to place a soft, lingering kiss on Azzi’s bare chest. Her lips were warm against the soft skin, and Azzi’s breath caught in her throat. Paige’s touch was always like this—careful, attentive, as if she was trying to memorize every curve, every line. The soft sound of the towel against Azzi’s skin was the only noise in the room, and Paige’s gaze was fixed, her eyes filled with admiration.

“You’re beautiful,” Paige whispered, not even realizing she said it aloud. But the words felt natural, like they were meant to be spoken, like they were true in every sense.

Azzi smiled at her, the blush that had crept onto her cheeks now feeling more like a warmth from within, rather than embarrassment. She could feel Paige’s hands as they continued drying her off, each move making her feel more at ease, more cared for. When Paige wrapped the towel tightly around her, ensuring she wouldn’t be cold, Azzi let out a small sigh of relief, feeling a bit lighter from the care she was receiving.

Paige then moved to get a stool for Azzi, placing it by the sink. “Here, this should help,” she said, gesturing to the small wooden stool that was just tall enough for Azzi to sit comfortably and dry her own hair. Azzi nodded, giving Paige a grateful smile before sitting on the stool.

“I’ve got my routine,” Azzi said with a wink, her voice soft but teasing, as she ran her fingers through her hair, untangling the curls.

Paige stepped away from her, heading toward the shower. She turned the water on, feeling the heat rush over her body, washing away the last remnants of the day. The water cascaded over her, steam rising around her as she let herself relax. Paige took her time, her fingers running through her own wet hair, shampooing and conditioning it slowly.

After a few minutes, she stepped out, grabbing her boxers from the drawer. They were a soft, faded navy blue, and they were a bit worn in the waistband. She tugged them on quickly, feeling the familiar, cozy fit against her skin before slipping into her plush, white robe. The robe had a soft, velvety texture, almost like the towel, and the sleeves were long and cozy, brushing over her hands as she adjusted it around her waist.

Paige walked back into the bathroom, noticing Azzi was still sitting on the stool, her damp hair now tangled in soft curls, her towel still loosely hanging around her shoulders.

“You’re killing me, Azzi,” Paige said with a grin, her eyes softening when she saw Azzi’s relaxed expression. “You know that?”

Azzi smirked but kept her gaze gentle. “I know, Paige,” she said softly, almost as if the teasing had taken a backseat to something more meaningful in the air between them.

Paige leaned down to kiss Azzi’s temple, the softest brush of lips against warm skin, and Azzi let out a small, content sigh. It was moments like this—soft, quiet moments—that made her heart swell.

Azzi then reached for her toothbrush, her eyes bright. “Can you put some toothpaste on for me?”

Paige smiled, her hands moving quickly to grab the tube of toothpaste. “Of course,” she said, squeezing the perfect amount onto Azzi’s brush. Azzi’s smile was soft, thankful, as she took the brush and began brushing her teeth. Paige did the same beside her, the two of them standing together, side by side, brushing their teeth in comfortable silence. The sound of the bristles against their teeth filled the air, but there was a peaceful stillness between them.

When they were finished, Azzi, ever the thoughtful one, looked over at Paige. “Can you put some lotion on me?”

Paige nodded, moving to grab the lavender-scented lotion from the counter. The creamy lotion smelled faintly of flowers and calm, and Paige warmed it in her hands before applying it slowly to Azzi’s skin. Azzi stood before her, her towel now dropping to the floor, the soft sound of the fabric brushing the tiles making Paige’s heart skip.

Paige’s hands moved carefully over Azzi’s body, starting from her lower legs, the soft pressure of her touch lingering as she worked the lotion into Azzi’s skin. She moved up slowly, her hands rubbing the lotion into her thighs with tender strokes, the scent of lavender filling the air as she kissed Azzi’s legs, each kiss soft and lingering, a quiet act of affection.

As Paige moved higher, she kissed Azzi’s stomach, placing a sloppy kiss over her belly button piercing. Azzi smiled at her, the playful teasing from before melting away in the heat of the moment. Paige chuckled softly. “You know, that piercing’s kind of cocky,” she teased, the words playful yet affectionate.

Azzi smirked. “It suits me,” she replied softly, her smile wide and full of warmth.

Paige finished applying the lotion, and Azzi stood before her, her body fully revealed, glowing in the soft bathroom light. Paige’s gaze lingered for a moment longer before she wrapped Azzi in a soft towel again, making sure she was warm. The moment hung between them, peaceful and full of affection.

The warm, dimly lit hotel room buzzed with the soft hum of the air conditioning, cooling off the heat of their hectic day. Paige and Azzi had finally settled into the cozy bed, the blankets tangled around them from the chaotic moments they’d shared. The air smelled faintly of lavender and fresh sheets, a calm contrast to the wild adventures they’d experienced together in the past few hours.

Azzi was propped up against the headboard, her dark curls tumbling over her shoulders, the light from the bedside lamp casting a soft glow on her skin. Her robe, the fluffy white one with tiny pastel pink flowers that Paige had gifted her, was draped around her like it always was when she was trying to relax. Azzi’s fingers absentmindedly played with the delicate tie of the robe, twirling it between her fingertips as her eyes focused on the balcony beyond the open window.

Paige, lying beside her, stretched out lazily, her fingers brushing against Azzi’s knee. The faintest smile played on her lips as she studied her. "You know," Paige started, her voice low and teasing, the mischievous glint in her eyes making it clear she was about to say something bold, "I could fuck you on that balcony."

Azzi rolled her eyes, clearly tired but with that sarcastic edge she always had. She let out a sigh, her voice a mix of exhaustion and amusement. "Sure, Paige, right after I finish climbing Mount Everest." She glanced at Paige, her lips curling into a half-smile. "Really thinking you can convince me after all this?"

Paige chuckled, the sound deep and rich, and flopped back onto the bed beside Azzi. She didn’t even wait for a response before sliding under the covers, dragging Azzi down with her. Azzi huffed but let herself be pulled, her body curling into Paige’s, resting her head on her chest. She reached up, tugging at the lapel of Paige’s robe, clearly needing something to distract her from the exhaustion that was slowly creeping in.

Paige, not one to ever miss an opportunity for affection, already had her hand slipping between Azzi’s legs, the soft touch of her fingers trailing dangerously close to where Azzi’s body had already started to warm up.

Azzi tensed instantly, swatting Paige’s hand away with a sigh. "Seriously, Paige?" she muttered under her breath, though her voice held no real anger—only the slight irritation that comes from being teased too much when you just wanted to rest.

Paige smiled to herself, slightly annoyed at the rejection, but still, the playful spark in her eyes didn’t fade. She gave up for now, lifting her hand to check her phone when it buzzed against the nightstand. Azzi, ever the curious one, reached for it before Paige could even react, grabbing the phone and handing it over with a soft chuckle.

Paige took it from her with a raised brow. “Ice,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I wonder what she wants now."

She opened the text from Ice, rolling her eyes as she read aloud, "The waiter found a ring on the bathroom floor. Figured it was yours."

Azzi snorted. "Of course it was. A ring? Really? That’s what they’re bothering you with?"

Paige, still amused, fired back a quick response. "Yeah, those are mine. Tell them to give them to Aubrey, please. I don’t need any more reminders of my less-than-classy behavior."

Azzi laughed at that, but Paige’s voice turned serious for a moment. "Seriously, though, they’re yours, Azzi. But let’s never talk about this again."

Before Azzi could say anything, Paige’s phone buzzed again. "Ugh, Ice again," Paige groaned, rolling her eyes. She opened the new message to find a teasing remark from Ice.

"Well, if you didn’t just leave your rings on the bathroom floor… honestly, I'm still mentally recovering from whatever happened in there. Sleep well, though."

Paige’s lips twitched into a smile, her fingers typing a reply with a smirk. "Go to sleep, Ice. You’re starting to sound like Kamorah"

Azzi, her head still resting on Paige’s chest, could barely contain her laughter at that, her eyes lighting up at the back-and-forth banter between Paige and her friend. But before she could comment, another buzz interrupted them. Paige glanced at the new message, her expression shifting to one of slight annoyance before softening into understanding.

"It’s Aubrey," she murmured, quickly reading the message aloud. "Aubrey wants to come in to grab her charger."

Azzi, still nestled on Paige’s chest, mumbled something unintelligible, clearly too tired to care about Aubrey’s arrival. Paige glanced down at her, brushing a strand of hair away from Azzi’s face as she typed her response to Aubrey. “Yeah, she can come in. We’re not doing anything.”

After a moment of silence, Azzi finally fell asleep, her breathing soft and steady. Paige watched her, her chest swelling with a mixture of pride and love as she gazed at the woman she’d spent so much time with. Her body was still, her chest rising and falling with every gentle breath. Paige smiled softly, taking her hand and kissing each knuckle lightly, the tenderness of the gesture almost making her heart ache.

Azzi shifted slightly in her sleep, her legs instinctively finding their way over Paige’s waist, making her body settle deeper into the bed. Paige shifted uncomfortably under the weight, but she didn’t mind. If Azzi was comfortable, so was she. She couldn’t help but admire the peaceful expression on Azzi’s face as she rested.

For a moment, Paige forgot about everything else, just letting herself enjoy this moment of quiet with Azzi. The world outside was distant—nothing mattered except the soft warmth of Azzi’s body pressed close to hers.

That’s when Paige remembered. Her Duolingo streak. She groaned inwardly. Azzi’s even breathing was almost lulling her to sleep, but Paige didn’t want to lose her streak. She grabbed her phone, trying not to disturb Azzi’s peaceful rest, and opened the Duolingo app.

Just as she started to focus on her lesson, Aubrey quietly entered the room, her soft footsteps barely making a sound on the carpet. She paused by the bed, glancing at Azzi, then at Paige. With a knowing smirk, Aubrey gave Paige a quick dap, clearly aware of what had transpired.

"I don’t wanna know what happened in the bathroom," Aubrey muttered, almost to herself. She handed Paige the ring that had been found earlier. "But here’s your ring. The waiter was pretty traumatized, by the way. Poor guy probably won’t ever look at another bathroom the same way again."

Paige could only laugh softly at Aubrey’s words, grateful that her friend was never one to judge. Aubrey grabbed her charger from the table, then turned to leave. As she headed for the door, she stopped short when she noticed something on the floor by the bed.

Aubrey’s eyes widened a little. "Uh, Paige… your girl’s bra is on the floor. Do you, uh… need to handle that?" she asked, her voice tinged with both amusement and confusion.

Paige, still half-laughing and half-dazed from everything, didn’t even move. Azzi’s body was sprawled over her, and she couldn’t shift without disturbing her. “Just leave it. I’ll get it later,” Paige said, grinning sheepishly.

Aubrey gave her a quick, knowing look, then turned to leave. "You two are lucky. Goodnight.'' She paused at the door and added, "By the way, don’t forget to take care of that ring situation."

When the door clicked shut behind her, Paige let out a deep breath, looking down at Azzi again. Her heart swelled, and she couldn’t help but think to herself how lucky she was. How blessed she felt to have Azzi in her life, someone she could grow with, love with, and share her life with.

After a moment, Paige reached for her devotional book from the nightstand. She flipped it open, finding a page titled Growing Together in Love. She read the scripture aloud quietly to herself, her voice soft and reflective.

“My goal is that they may be encouraged in heart and united in love, so that they may have the full riches of complete understanding, in order that they may know the mystery of God, namely, Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.”

Paige closed the book with a sigh, her heart full as she prayed silently, asking for strength in her relationship with Azzi, for guidance and growth as a couple. When she finished, she gently brushed another curl away from Azzi’s face, letting her fingers linger for just a moment longer than usual.

With one last look at Azzi, now softly curled into her, Paige turned off the light and closed her eyes, drifting into a peaceful sleep herself.

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ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ my roommate or girlfriend?

Summary: After living with your boyfriend for 5 months, the spark started to fade.

Word count: 2k

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When you thought of moving into Bradley's house never have you ever envisioned leaving it. If somebody told you 5 months ago you would be moving out of your boyfriend's place you would have laughed in their face. That's how blinded by love you were.

It was a very spontaneous move, very unlike you. The lease of your apartment was up. You were not a fan of your apartment, since your roommate always had people over. While you were apartment hunting, you had briefly mentioned this predicament to the guy you had just started dating.

"You can move into my place." Bradley suggested like he was casually inviting you to ice cream.

You stopped chewing on your burger the moment he said that. "What?"

Bradley shrugged his shoulders casually. "Yeah it could be like you and me having a sleepover every night"

It was such a stupid thing to agree to. Especially since you had only been dating for a month but the way Bradley had worded it made it sound...fun? Sleeping next to his warm body that could have been mistaken for thermal. Being tangled up in the sheets, and having somebody to share a routine with.

Fun it was indeed. The next few month consisted of late night talking with Bradley. Learning how to cook together since you were both terrible in the kitchen. Bradley brought you paper back books since you adored reading. Wearing his Hawaiian shirts around the house, and having a reserved spot on the couch that was yours. Calling him handsome to catch him off guard, and biting every single muscle of his that was out on display.

Bradley was an amazing boyfriend and roommate.

But then you started working twice the amount then usual. You really wanted a promotion and determined to get one. That solid month of you coming home late was when the relationship started to get bumpy.

When you were heading into the house, Bradley was heading out of the house. The flame between you both started to dim slowly. To Bradley you were staring to feel more like a roommate then a partner. It felt like you actually only saw him that way too because you had stopped putting effort in the relationship. You never initiated the dates, when he invited you to go out you rejected him every time, and Bradley couldn't even make love to you because you were so tired.

At first he was very patience about it. He understood what you were going through, and knew you needed your sleep. But that patience's was soon lost when you started to get short with him. All of a sudden you had this attitude that followed your ever response. Each time you spoke it was with aggression.

Bradley thought you were getting grumpy, since you had zero life outside of work. He let you get away with it, but then one day he just had enough. Then it was like every other day you had something to fight over. Not trusting one another, having different future plans, and feeling like neither one of you is supporting each other. Bradley knew the relationship was rotten the moment you started whining about his living habits. It was such a rough month Bradley couldn't even remember all the good times you shared together. He was convinced that you two weren't compatible after.

It was a really messy fight. You don't remember how it started but it's like you were both bottling up emotions ready to explode. Bradley said something about you being too bland. It was true, now and days you felt like a robot around him but the comment had offended you.

"If I'm so bland, why don't you go find a new girlfriend like your best friend Natasha." You angrily spat out. You had nothing against that woman, but you did get a little jealous that he was spending more time with her than with you.

"You know what?" Bradley asked followed by a beat of silence. You could already predict what he was gonna say. Bradley had a skill, of choosing the right words to cut you deep. You raised your eyebrows waiting for him to drop the bomb. Challenging him to do it- and Bradley never backs down from you testing his limits.

"You don't even get the privilege of calling yourself that, when you're rarely even here." Bradley jaw clenched in irritation. Obviously you knew Bradley wasn't a fan of your schedule, however he was always reassuring you that it was alright. So seeing him switch up about it made your temper spike. "But hey, you're right like always, I should get a new girlfriend.

"Oh don't you worry baby boy, I'll be out by tomorrow so you can make space for her." You blurted out. All you saw was red, and the words didn't register in your brain before you had spoken them.

"Good." Bradley shot back.

"Good." You stormed out the small living room, retreating back to your room.

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You placed your box on the coffee table, and started to gather all the candles in the living room. A flash back of memories snapped through your brain, remembering how Bradley called you a hoard for collecting so many candles. Yet he was also the first one to light every candle the moment, the mood turned romantic or you watched a movie.

You seriously didn't need this many candles but you didn't want to give him a single one. Bradley was an asshole and didn't deserve to enjoy the relaxing flame of a candle.

The worst part was that you didn't have a place to go. Your friends would let you crash on their couch for a few days, but after that you literally were homeless. You wondered if Bradley had taken your words seriously. You'd rather not wait and find out. Especially after he said he would be just fine picking a new girlfriend for himself.

Keys rattled at the front door, by the time Bradley came back home you had planned on already being gone. You had mentally cursed yourself out for being slow on time. Bradley's heavy boots thumped on the hard wood floors as he moved into the foyer. Immediately your gaze went back to the box you were packing, too embarrassed to face him.

You kneeled down to the floor to retrieve your travel size books under the TV cabinet.

"You know how much of a bitch you could be?" Bradley asked. No hi, no how are you, but calling you a bitch. Bradley had never called you such a nasty word. He's said that you bitched at him, not once directly called you a bitch to your face before.

It's like he had an appetite for destruction right now. However you wouldn't give him the satisfaction to see you angry. You stopped touching the spins of the books and turned to look at him. Hovering right over you, using all 6'2 height to his advantage. Of course he still had to be wearing his navy green flight suit.

"Don't worry that's why, I'm moving out hubby."

You batted your lashes at him, mocking him. Bradley said he wanted to marry you and have kids, you were shoving his wants and desires right in his face now. Showing him that his silly fantasies weren't gonna happen any time soon.

You put your focus back into the book shelf pulling back some of your favorite romance novels. Steam was coming out of Bradley's ears above you. Your lack of reaction was setting him off.

"That's it?" Bradley questioned. It reminded you of the way he said that every time he didn't like the ending if a movie or story. Wanting to rewrite his own ending.

You sighed. You couldn't keep fighting any longer, there was no point in a relationship if that's all you were gonna do. "Yeah that's it. I don't really care."

"See that's your problem. You don't care." Bradley stated like he had been writing this script last night. All rehearsed and ready for you to hear. "You haven't cared. Instead of fixing your problems, your ignore them and runaway from them like always huh?"

"Yeah." You plainly agreed. Bradley was huffing and puffing, you weren't giving him much room to listen or talk, it was all very frustrating. This is not how it went in his head. In his head the possibility of your stuff still being in your shared room was at 70% before he got home. This was the reality and you were ready to walk out of his life.

He watched you grab a few more books before out of pettiness he said: "Those aren't yours."

You snapped your head up at him. Now this got your attention. "You gave them to me."

"Well I want them back." You stared at Bradley like you could kill him. Like you knew he wasn't gonna touch any of those books if you weren't the one reading it out loud to him.

"Fine." You stood up grabbing your cardboard box. Panic started to settle in Bradley. There's was only a few things left for you to grab. The clock was ticking and you still weren't happy with him.

Bradley followed behind you like he was a lost puppy. Watching you grab the playing card you gifted him. These cards were well loved, doubled as index cards or notepads at times, but it was one of the enjoyable past times he had shared with you. Seeing the way you would boast the rare times you would beat him. His heart fell to his stomach.

He grabbed your wrist stopping you from putting the cards in your cardboard box.

"Those are mine." He demand like a child. It felt like everything was falling apart. This house would not longer be a home if you weren't in it.

"Guess what? I don't care." You threw his earlier accusations back into his face. Tossing the deck of cards into the box. Momentarily Bradley caught sight of the plants in the living room, wondering if they would die since you would no longer be around to water them.

You balanced the box on your hips moving to the bedroom. Bradley was right on your tail. To his surprise your side of the closet was already packed up in a suitcase. Bradley felt light headed, and felt his breathing increase. This little moving remark was starting to feel too serious.

The bunny he won you at the fair was no longer on the bed. The framed photo of both of you that rested on your night stand was gone and your ugly slippers that lingered under the bed weren't there either. It's like you didn't even exist in here any longer.

"My side of the bed is already for Natasha."

"Your not actually gonna leave are you?" The usual confidence in Bradley voice slipped to insecurity.

You didn't answer grabbing at the strap on your suitcase but Bradley reached for your wrist again.

"Don't you dare leave me." Bradley's voice cracked. Staring at you with his whiskey colored eyes, that drowned in remorse. He was waving the white flag. His grip tightened around your wrist like he was afraid you'd slip away.

"You want me out, I'm out." You gritted through your teeth trying to move past him but he wasn't having it. Bradley wasn't standing tall anymore, hunched over to your height. Holding your face in his rough calloused hands.

"Don't go, don't go, don't go." Bradley quickly repeated. "I love you baby you know that?" Your hands were on his abdomen trying to push away from him but he wouldn't budge. "Yell at me. Yell at me all you want. I rather fight with you than have you walk out of our house."

Bradley desperate eyes begged you to say anything. You couldn't find the words. You didn't want to give him up either. Both of you could work through this, no way would you be able to sleep in a bed that had no Bradley under the sheets. How could you move to a new apartment and not overhear Bradley singing in the shower?

How could you live without him?

Your lips were desperately on his. Passionate and love filled. Trying to pour all your apology and emotions into this kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut when you feel Bradley kiss you back, savoring the moment.

You could work through this.

"You're staying?" Bradley asked breathlessly, pressing his forehead to yours. Needing the double conformation.

"As long as you want me here."

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My dear lgbt+ kids, 

When it comes to cold weather, the main rule (regardless of gender or presentation) is: when in doubt, choose warmth and safety over style. 

Some basics: 

Layering is your best friend: Start with moisture-wicking base layers to keep sweat off your skin. Follow with insulating layers (like fleece or wool), and finish with a weather-resistant outer layer (like a puffer jacket or waterproof coat) to protect against wind, snow or rain.

Keep your sensitive areas warm: Make sure your hands, feet, and head are covered! Gloves, warm socks and a beanie can prevent cold-related discomfort or injuries. 

Waterproof: If you're facing snow or rain, make sure your clothes are waterproof. Wet clothes lose their insulating ability, so staying dry is a big part of staying warm! 

Reflective Gear: If you’re out in the dark or in poor visibility conditions, consider adding reflective elements to your outfit for safety.

People can react differently to temperatures. A temperature that feels super cold to you could feel comfortable to someone else, depending on what you’re used to (and some other factors). As a very basic rule, we can say: Gloves, beanies, and other cold-weather accessories typically become necessary when temperatures drop below 40°F (4°C). In more severe cold (below 32°F (0°C)), it’s even more important to wear them to protect yourself from frostbite and maintain body warmth. But it goes even in milder weather: if you feel uncomfortable or if it’s windy or damp, it’s a good idea to add these items for extra comfort.

With all that being said: Clothes are not just for safety and temperature control, they also help you express yourself - and that doesn’t suddenly change in winter. 

Dressing for cold weather doesn’t have to mean sacrificing your personal look. Whether you want to present more feminine, more masculine, or more androgynous, here are some tips to help you layer up and feel like yourself: 

(Note that these are suggestions, not hard rules. Style is highly subjective as everyone has different tastes, preferences, body types, fashion inspirations, budgets, cultural influences etc. I could suggest something here that you’d feel super uncomfortable in - if so, that’s not a sign you’re “doing it wrong”! Cherry-pick what feels right and ignore the rest) 

If You Want to Present More Feminine

Base Layers: If you want to wear skirts or dresses in winter, start with thermal leggings or tights! These can be nicely paired with cozy, long-sleeved tops or lightweight thermal shirts. (But also keep in mind that plenty of women, cis or trans, do not wear dresses all the time! Nothing wrong with choosing jeans!) 

Outer Layers: There are plenty of styles to choose from that have a feminine touch, such as a belted trench coat, a pea coat, or a long wool coat. Shawls are also excellent for adding a touch of style while keeping you warm! 

Footwear: Knee-high or thigh-high boots lined with faux fur or fleece can keep your legs warm and add a polished look to your outfit. Ankle boots with thicker socks are also a good alternative.

Accessories: Scarves, gloves, and beanies can be both practical and stylish. Knit hats or earmuffs can add a soft, cozy vibe to your look.

Style Tip: Go for a mix of fabrics like wool, faux fur, and knitwear to create texture and warmth.

If You Want to Present More Masculine: 

- Base Layers: Start with thermal undershirts or moisture-wicking base layers. Consider long underwear for added insulation beneath your pants.

- Outer Layers: There’s plenty of outerwear to choose from, like a puffer jacket, parka, or wool overcoat! (Faux) Leather or bomber jackets layered over sweaters can also add a masculine edge while keeping you warm.

- Footwear: You might want to opt for sturdy boots, such as work boots, Chelsea boots, or combat boots. Thicker socks can keep your feet warm.

- Accessories: Don’t skip out on scarves, beanies, or gloves for being “too feminine”. They can actually be great for adding a more rugged feel to your outfit! You just gotta find a color and style that fits you well. 

Style Tip: Focus on layering in a way that adds structure. Sweaters, button-ups, and jackets work great together for a sharp, put-together look. Play with dark, neutral tones and thick fabrics like wool or denim for extra warmth and style.

If You Want to Present Androgynous

- Base Layers: Neutral-colored thermal tops or turtlenecks can serve as great foundational pieces. You may want to pair these with straight-leg or loose-fitting pants that allow room for layering underneath.

- Outer Layers: Oversized coats, puffer jackets, or long trench coats can work well for an androgynous look. Try layering with oversized sweaters or fleece pullovers for extra warmth.

- Footwear: You could go for sneakers, lace-up boots, or loafers paired with warm, thick socks. But really, any pair of shoes can work for an unisex outfit. 

- Accessories: Neutral-colored scarves, simple beanies, and fingerless gloves can add to an androgynous look. Minimalist accessories like oversized scarves or gender-neutral caps are both practical and stylish.

Style Tip: Aim for a balanced mix of structured and relaxed pieces. Try loose layers on top with more fitted pants, or vice versa, to create an effortless, warm, and non-gendered appearance.

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

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[inkdrinkerworld]

Hi doll congrats on 6k! What about "oh don't be such a scrooge" "i knew you were going to say that." With Sirius???

A little suggestive: Sirius leaves some hickeys, and reader is semi nude

“Oh don’t be such a Scrooge!” Sirius moans when you shut down his idea.

There’s a holiday party one of his friends from work is throwing and Sirius wants you to go as a sexy Mrs. Clause to his Santa- or Martha May Whovier, depends on how you look at it.

You’re not opposed to the idea, you just don’t want Sirius to wear the white beard he’s insisting on.

“I knew you were going to say that.” You flip back onto the bed and kick the white beard from his hands. “I’m not kissing you if you wear that thing.”

“Where’s your Christmas spirit, poppet?”

You squint, Sirius has the best puppy eyes you’ve ever seen, but you know how to placate your boyfriend.

“It’s all here,” you gesture to your white thermal tights that’s covered with stockings that have snowflakes on them. “The beard is a big no, Siri.” You’re not above using seduction tactics, so your ankle drapes near his hip and you pout just so. “Especially if you want kisses.”

Sirius groans and tosses it to the side, your please giggle making him bury his face in your chest.

“You’re such a vixen,” his breath is warm against the exposed skin of your boobs, goosebumps erupting across your chest. “You just get whatever you want, such a spoilt brat.”

He says that like he’s not the reason you’re spoilt rotten and as though he doesn’t enjoy spoiling you.

You squeal when you feel Sirius’ teeth bite near your nipple through your bra. You feel a kiss cover it shortly after.

“Siri!” You roll out from under him. You tug his hair and he raises his head, faux glare in full effect.

“Help me zip up my dress and I’ll make you a love stricken Santa with red lipstick.”

He’s never moved faster in his life, although when you go to apply your makeup you don’t miss the hickeys he’s sucked right at the swell of your breasts- you hardly mind.

[miiboo]

fair warning: i have a rat brain and dc stands for disregard canon <3

as far as the public knows, there are four robins: family robin, crime alley robin, the female robin, and the assassin robin. only steph, bruce, and dick know about the forgotten robin, tim drake.

tim drake was the robin before steph, the one who pulled bruce out of his depressive pit and saving criminals a trip to the icu, but to steph, he is her best friend and the one she confided in. he found her as spoiler and convinced babs to take her under her wing. he helped her get the title of batgirl. her best friend.

until the joker kidnapped tim and he went missing. everyone scrambled to find him, but during those weeks, steph and bruce argued for hours on end.

one night, via thermal imaging, babs found the jokers dead body in the arkham ruins that they find tim, or what's left of him anyways. steph and bruce go together to check it out and are immediately horrified to see what they find: shock therapy equipment and plenty of serums. hair dye, bleach, and surgical tools are haphazardly discarded on a table near by. a gun was discarded several feet away from the jokers dead body, a bullet wound between his eyebrows.

steph tries to hold herself together as bruce rummages around the ruins to find tim, but eventually breaks when she sees remnants of the robin costume neatly folded on a table with restraints and the robin symbol on top. a post-it note was next to it.

to batgirl, i'm sorry. i am alive. joker junior --tim

she holds the costume close when she cries.

eventually, she takes up the robin mantel and using the journals tim left in drake manor, creates her own costume with alfred. she carefully stitched tim's robin symbol on the left side of her chest, over her heart.

the relationship between her and bruce is strained, but he falls into that depression pit once more, and using tim's methods, she dragged him out of it. they don't talk about tim, dick and babs keep quiet about it too.

five years later, she took up the spoiler mask again, and in charge of a series of murders involving electricity. after the fifth body is found in the arkham ruins and the signature "jj'", realization dawns on the four. everyone else is confused, and soon, steph and bruce are harshly exchanging words.

one night, tim makes contact, and the family begins to argue about what needs to happen. steph told damian she was borrowing robin and changed into the old uniform.

"we can't just send you out there steph," dick argued.

"you can and you will. i was robin when we first encountered junior," a half-lie. "i know him better than any of you, and bruce will just set him off."

"steph," bruce warned.

"you're not changing my mind bruce. i'm going to see hi m whether you like it or not."

"steph."

"no. you let him slip through the cracks last time, so it's my turn now. this isn't about you. this is about me. about jason. about babs. about robin." bruce's eyebrow twitched, his way of flinching. no other words are said when she uses the robin bike to zoom into the streets of gotham and to the meet up spot.

she sees tim on the rooftop with his hair grown out and slightly dyed blue. there were scars on his mouth line and he wore a tshirt with jeans. the reunion was bittersweet, a ton of crying and steph slapping him. she was just happy that he was safe ((after their crying sess, tim realizes she was wearing his design, and began crying again)).

[punkshort]

Cuts Deep

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Summary: Dave shows up at your apartment in the middle of the night again, but for a different reason.

Warnings: language, descriptions of wounds/injuries/blood, smut (18+ MDNI), oral (m!receiving), little glimpse of soft!dave

WC: 2.6K

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You lost count how many times he had come to you in the middle of the night, but after the fourth or fifth time you began to recognize a pattern. It was always after he did... whatever it was that he did under the cover of night. There was a week where you thought he might be a vigilante crime fighter, then you realized you were watching too many movies and shut the television off.

You didn't dare ask him what he did. He wouldn't tell you, anyway, but you were afraid if you even questioned it, he might stop coming to see you.

And when he did come see you, it was always the same. It was always middle of the night. He always wore all black. And he always broke in and sat at the foot of your bed until you awoke. Or sensed his presence. Whatever you wanted to call it.

But that night was different.

You woke with a start when you heard a loud pounding on your front door. A closed fist slamming against the weak wood, rattling the chain on the other side that was left dangling, as always.

Stumbling out of bed, you rubbed your eyes while you made your way to your front door.

"Who the fuck is it?" you seethed, then your eyes widened when you peered through the peephole to find Dave on the other side. His hoodie was tossed over one shoulder and his arm was braced against your doorframe as he clutched his side with a gloved hand.

"Oh, my god," you breathed as you fumbled with the lock. You swung the door open and hurried him inside, glancing quickly down the hallway to make sure nobody saw, then locked the door behind him.

"What happened?" you exclaimed, hands beginning to shake when you saw his blood seeping through the thermal shirt he was wearing.

"You got a first aid kit?" he growled, cheeks puffing as he tried his best to stifle his pain.

"Y-yeah, uh," you swiveled around and grabbed a kitchen towel. You shooed his hand away from his side and pressed the towel there instead. "Bathroom," you instructed him. He nodded and followed you down the hall, then collapsed with a groan on the closed toilet seat.

He held the towel while you scrambled in your tiny linen closet for your first aid kit. It had all the essentials, but you had a feeling it wouldn't be enough for whatever was hiding under his shirt, so you tucked a few extra towels under your arm along with some large pieces of gauze and medical tape from the time you used to ride your bike to work and you flew over the handlebars, effectively ending that means of transportation for you permenantly.

Popping open the kit, you rummaged around for scissors, antiseptic, and whatever else you thought you might need within arms reach.

"Okay, are you ready? I'll need to take off your shirt."

He scowled at you and you rolled your eyes. Dave had a habit of keeping your sexual encounters as transactional and impersonal as possible, and that included him remaining fully clothed.

"I can cut it off, if you like," you offered, but he shook his head. Gingerly, he took off his gloves and raised his arm, hiding his pain while he struggled to remove the wrecked fabric. You immediately stepped forward to help, pulling at the wrist of his sleeve, then the other, and then carefully tugging it over his head. You balled it up and threw it in your tub to deal with later before turning back to him.

Even covered in blood and grime, he was beautiful. Your eyes briefly roamed over the sharp planes of his chest, strong and toned, then down his thick arms all the way to his softer belly. You had to turn away so you could hide your smile, tickled by the fact that he was actually mortal and didn't have a six pack.

After you washed your hands, you collected some gauze doused in antiseptic and knelt down in front of him so you could get a better look.

"I'm not a doctor," you said when you saw the deep gash along his ribs.

"I'm aware."

"No, what I'm saying is maybe you need to see one. This looks pretty nasty."

He grunted and shook his head. "Just clean it up and I got some glue you can squeeze on when you're done, it'll seal right up."

He leaned to his side and pulled out a tiny disposable plastic bottle filled with a clear liquid, then handed it to you. "Tear off the top and just squeeze," he explained. You stared at it in your palm, your brain still struggling to catch up with what was happening before putting it down on the counter next to you.

"Alright," you said hesitantly, then nudged his elbow so he would lift his arm. You did your best to be gentle as you dabbed at the cut but you heard his breath hitch each time you pressed down on the wound. Your eyes flicked up to his but he was staring at the wall behind you, his jaw flexing and his nostrils flaring. "Are you okay?"

"Fine, just hurry up," he snapped. You rolled your eyes again and tossed the pink gauze into your wastebasket before picking up the glue and twisting off the top.

"Is this going to hurt?" you asked him. He swallowed and nodded.

"Once it dries."

"When does it start to dry?"

"About twenty seconds after you put it on."

You bit your lip, looking back and forth between the glue and his seeping wound, then shifted your weight before leaning forward. You left one hand on his thigh for support while you hovered the glue over his cut.

"Just be quick," he said softly, almost pleading. You nodded and focused as hard as you could on your task, squeezing the tube and smearing the glue around with the tip of the bottle to make sure the entire cut was covered. And sure enough, right when you sat back on your heels to throw out the bottle, he groaned loudly and grabbed frantically at your towel bar.

"Fuck!" he seethed, his eyes squeezing shut as he struggled to breathe evenly through the pain.

"Shit! What do I do?" you asked, your hands hovering in the air around him. He shook his head and exhaled sharp little bursts of air through his pursed lips until his eyes finally reopened and he dragged in a deep breath through his nose.

"Fuck," he said again when he sagged against the back of the toilet, chest heaving. You grabbed his arm just as it fell from the towel bar and fanned some air along the gash, trying to help it dry so his skin wouldn't stick. You didn't realize it, but he was watching you carefully with a small smirk, eyes scanning up and down your body. He felt his cock spring to life when he finally realized you were on your knees, seated between his wide spread legs in just a thin sleep shirt. He recognized it. In fact, he had fucked you in the shirt before. The memory just sent more blood rushing between his legs.

"Okay, I think it's dry. I should probably put a bandage over it, right?" you asked, completely unaware of his erection pressed against his leg for maybe the first time since you started your little tryst.

"Yeah," he said, voice coming out a little more gravelly than he intended. He cleared his throat. "Put some gauze over it with some medical tape. It'll keep it clean til I can get home."

You nodded and began to rip into your package of gauze, picking out a few pieces to layer on top of one another before gently laying it over his cut. Your eyes, which no longer looked filled with fear, found his and he felt his stomach flip.

"Can you hold it here so I can get the tape?"

He nodded, his arm automatically dropping to hold the gauze against him with two fingers while you began to cut pieces of medical tape. After you had secured the bandage, he let his hand fall to his thighs, just inches away from where his cock was straining against his black jeans.

With a heavy sigh, you glanced over your shoulder at his mangled shirt. "I could put it in the wash for you. I don't think I have anything that'll fit you."

Dave shook his head. "I'll just wear my sweatshirt."

You turned back to face him, your gaze scanning him for any further injury before you braced yourself on his knees so you could stand.

"I have some ibuprofen-"

His hands shot out to grab your wrists and you paused, your body arched awkwardly halfway between kneeling and standing.

"I like the way you look down there."

You blinked rapidly for a moment and then he saw that familiar flash of desire in your eyes before you slowly eased back down.

"Are you saying you have something else you need my help with, Mr. York?"

His eyes lit up, pain temporarily forgotten as you slid your hand up his thigh.

"Don't tease me, I've had a shit fuckin' day," he scolded while fighting back the smile that threatened to spill across his face. He was growing very fond of this little game with you.

You chuckled, fingers pinching around his zipper and pulling down. "Really? Couldn't tell."

A mission that almost went sideways was a rarity for Dave York, but when it happened he had a tendency to dwell on it for far too long. He simply couldn't let it go until he figured out exactly where he went wrong and how he could avoid it in the future. Sometimes it took days or even weeks to get his mind off a mistake, but the moment you took him inside your warm mouth, all the stress melted away and his mind went blank.

"Shit, that's it," he whispered, watching in a daze as your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock. "Look so pretty like that. Yeah, keep going, little more," he urged, the compliment causing a gush of arousal at your center as you took him further into your mouth.

Before Dave, you didn't really enjoy giving oral sex. Your past partners were either too quiet or didn't reciprocate or, in one case, asked for it way too much. But not Dave. Much to your surprise, he always expressed his appreciation and was far more vocal than you expected, two things that turned you on and made you want to do it even more.

His fingers weaved through your hair and he hissed when he nudged the back of your throat. His hips lifted almost involuntarily, causing you to gag and tears to fill your eyes, but you quickly recovered.

Dave's breathing grew ragged and he fought like hell to ignore the pain in his side with every deep breath he took. He watched, transfixed, as you worked him up and down. Slowly at first, then with more speed. Your fist gripped him at the base, moving in rhythm with your mouth while you moaned around his cock, like you were enjoying it more than he was.

"Christ," he groaned, your tongue swirling around his length every time he sunk back inside your mouth. "Feels so good, baby," he rasped, letting his eyes slide shut and his head tip back, knocking lightly against the wall. Baby. God, you loved hearing that. It only made you work even harder.

You relaxed your jaw and took him as deep as you could without gagging. His grip on your hair tightened and relaxed with each pulse of his cock on your tongue. You dared to glance up at him and the sight took your breath away. He was still shirtless with his chest heaving and covered in a thin sheen of sweat and blood, chin tilted towards the ceiling in ecstasy, and it had you squeezing your thighs together to quell the ache between your legs. You noticed some bright blue bruises beginning to form across his torso and you had to fight the urge to kiss each one.

You released him with a gasp, dragging air deep into your lungs while your fist continued to glide up and down his shaft. You were just giving your jaw a little break but then his head tilted forward and he gazed down at you, lips parted for air and eyes wild.

And then he said something that had you melting.

"Please, I'm so close," he whispered, hand pressing gently against the back of your head. "Please, baby, please."

Please. Please, please, please. You weren't sure you'd ever heard him sound so soft and you certainly never heard him say that word.

Immediately, you slipped him past your lips, no matter how the muscles in your jaw screamed for relief. He sighed and you felt him relax as he went back to watching you work with renewed gusto.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, noticing right away how the praise affected you. You moaned and your eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the taste of him leaking onto your tongue. "You like this, huh? Like being on your knees for a killer?"

A shock of arousal hit you and you began to work even faster. It was the first shred of truth he shared with you. Even if you already assumed he killed people, it was different hearing the confession coming from him.

You hollowed out your cheeks and twisted your wrist, your neck muscles now aching from the effort but it was worth it when you heard his breath stutter and his soft little groans that filled the air.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, hips lifting again, but this time you were ready for it. Your name on his lips sounded like a song when he came, deep grunts pairing with each burst of his seed across your tongue until he visibly relaxed and sagged backwards, chest and stomach rising and falling so fast that he felt lightheaded. Or maybe it was the blood loss.

You swallowed his salty release and sat back with a sharp gasp. You caught your breath against your tub, your eyes closed for a moment while you both tried to get your bearings.

When you reopened them, a jolt of fear shot through you. Dave was leaning against your vanity, eyes closed and looking pale. You scrambled to your feet and hooked your arms under his to help him stand.

"C'mon, you should lay down."

He nodded weakly and allowed you to lead him to your bed, where he collapsed and closed his eyes again. You stood next to your bed, biting your nail and looking around nervously. Was he okay? Should you call an ambulance? No, he wouldn't want that. A man like him must have some secret doctor he calls who doesn't ask questions. At least, that's what you'd seen on television.

"I'm fine," he mumbled, sensing your worry. "Just gotta... just need a minute."

"Okay," you said softly, then turned on your heel to head to your kitchen. You got him a bottle of water and made sure to tuck it into his side so he could find it, then slid into bed next to him.

You watched him for about an hour, staring at his bare chest steadily rising and falling and listening to his little snores. Once you decided he probably wasn't going to die, you let yourself drift off to sleep.

And in true Dave fashion, when your alarm woke you the next morning, he was already gone, along with the bottle of water.

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[borathae]

"He asked for two things. Your strap and to be treated with care. You can't say no to him. Not when he looks so adorable with his pretty, sparkly doe eyes gazing at you and his dainty, little waist fitting perfectly between your fingers."

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, winter holiday!AU, Smut, BDSM

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Mommy Dom!Reader, he makes her cum against her will (with consent obviously), and she gives him some spanks as "punishment", that's the only rougher part 'cause otherwise this story is very soft, he dresses up for her in a jockstrap & leather harness, he also wears bunny ears & a tail buttplug, emotionally intense love making, Lotus position, pegging, praise, good boy kink, she calls him slut but in an adoring way, loving dirty talk, voice kink, rimjob, face sitting, oral (f.receiving), 69nin, handjob, nipple play & sucking for both, nipple clamps with chains + choker, multiple orgasms (f. & m.receiving), his orgasms are very intense, he's deep in subspace, subby boy tears, the softest aftercare, they're in love and kinky

Wordcount: 8.5k

a/n: i wanna give him the world. he is my babyboy and i wanna coddle him and love him and give him all the attention in the world! my cutie pookie :( enjoy besties, i fucking love him 🤍 ps: these are two ideas from Kinktober 22 which i turned into one ruining smut :(

You and Jungkook were on vacation. It was a cold destination this time around. Canada in the winter. Jungkook rented a cozy wooden lodge with a view of the mountains and lakes. The bedroom was located at the best spot of the house with one wall being entirely made out of glass and a view of the starry sky. You could also close the blinds, so you and Jungkook have been sleeping in on most days. 

Work has been left behind in Seoul. Jungkook didn’t even take his work phone nor laptop with him and you didn’t even think twice about packing your study books. 

You have been neglecting each other lately, not willingly, but because life is stressful and cruel. So you swore to each other to make this holiday about two things. Nourishing your relationship and relaxing. Both things have been going splendidly. 

You sleep in, cuddle and make out, go for breakfast in the resort’s restaurant, either go skiing or use the resort’s thermal spas and then let the evening play out however you feel like. 

Tonight you felt like going to bed with a good horror book and Jungkook felt like using the bathtub. The book is amazing. It’s scary and totally captivates you.

The bedroom door opens, in steps Jungkook.

“I’m back.”

You don’t notice him at first as the book completely engrosses you. 

Jungkook struts to your side of the bed and stops. 

“Hello”, he coos.

No reaction from you. You are completely lost.

He huffs out air and pouts. He really wants your attention.

He tries by calling your name, then your petname. Both don’t work.

“Mommy?” he tries next, tapping your shoulder.

“Yes Bunny?” your attention is on him instantly. You look at him, “oh wow.” 

Jungkook is wearing a skin-tight jock strap in white which truly accentuates the shape of his dick. He paired it with a white leather torso harness and a pair of nipple clamps. Silver chains are tangling from them, connecting with a white leather collar which he seemed to have pulled tight enough that he naturally holds his head high. 

“Bunny…” you choke out, placing the book aside without bothering to use a bookmark. Yes, this is how truly mesmerised your sweet husband has you. 

A pair of floppy bunny ears is tangling from his head. Jungkook turns for your viewing pleasure, revealing his plump buttocks and the fluffy bunny tail between them. Judging from its position, it’s attached to a buttplug.

“Holy shit Bunny, you look so sexy. Bunny”, you gasp and get on your knees, reaching for him greedily. 

Jungkook turns again, allowing you to pull him closer by his waist. 

“Bunny. Oh my god, Bunny.” 

He giggles, pulling a little pose.

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? Of course I like it. I, I fucking love it. Holy shit, you look so sexy. Bunny”, you babble, running your hands all over him. His hips, his waist and stomach, his sides and chest, his arms and shoulders. You can’t get enough of him.

Jungkook tingles from the touches, watching you with half-lidded eyes. This is the kind of attention he wanted from you. All of it and all of it and all of it. He’s so greedy for it.

“You look so handsome. Oh Bunny. Is that what you were up to? Did you even take a bath?”

“No”, Jungkook confesses and snickers, “I lied so I could prepare the surprise.”

“Wow, you’re such a sneaky Bunny. I never would have figured. Gosh look at your ears”, you say, playing with them carefully, "I’m gonna burst, this is the cutest thing ever. You’re my actual Bunny now."

“Mh-hm I am”, Jungkook says, and gets on bed. He does a little bunny jump, making you laugh with it. He laughs himself, doing it again with a cute butt wiggle at the end. 

“You’re too adorable. Oh my goshyoucutieyou”, you lull your words as you press them out through gritted teeth. You squish his cheeks, frowning deeply, “I’m gonna squish you to death”, you growl, acting as if you were squeezing his face even if you apply not an ounce of pressure. The cuteness aggression is hitting you hard. You love this man so abysmally much that you are angry. 

“Mommy, stop it”, Jungkook giggles, stubbing your palm with his nose.

“No, you stop it. You’re so handsome and cute that it’s making me mad.”

“No Mommy, don’t be mad at me”, Jungkook pleads and pouts. 

“You’re so cute. Fuck, I’m done for”, you say, dropping into your pillow with your arm thrown over your eyes, “I need a minute. You’re too much.” 

Jungkook feels so good that it gets difficult to stay still in one place. He wants to bounce around and giggle. It feels so good to be your husband! 

Jungkook loves your attention so much. You give the best reactions to his surprises. Jungkook always imagines how you may react to them, but then you always surpass it. He won’t ever grow tired of being your only center of attention and praise and heart eyes. All of it. Jungkook wants all of it. 

He bounces on the mattress in little movements, closing in on you that way until he can climb on your lap and place his hands on each side of your head. 

You drop your arm from your eyes, looking up at him. The bunny ears tangle, the chains of the nipple clamps do as well. The contrast between his cute headgear and the sexy nipple accessories makes you weak in the knees. And that says a lot because you are currently lying down.

You reach up and twirl the chains. Jungkook shifts, feeling the slight tug. It tingles like crazy.

“What am I supposed to do with you, mhm?” you speak to him in your fond Dom voice. 

Jungkook loves this voice so much, fighting the urge to moan like you trained him to do. Not willingly of course, but Jungkook realised that whenever you talk in this voice and he makes pretty sounds, you praise him even better. 

“You’re looking so cute with your little bunny ears, but then you're dressed like such a slut.”

Jungkook moans softly, arching his back.

“See? That’s what I mean. You’re such a cutie and yet you’re such a slut”, you coo and tug on the chain. 

“Mommy”, Jungkook is arching his back again, sticking out his butt. 

“Mhm, Bunny? What do you want me to do with you?”

“Peg me.”

“Peg you? Is that why you're wearing a pretty tail for me?” 

“Yes, Mommy. I, I cleaned out and then prepared myself for you”, he says and climbs off your lap just to turn around and show off his butt this way. He is resting on his feet, sticking out his butt as best as possible. He wiggles his hips, looking over his shoulder.

“Mhm look at you. The tail fits you so well Bunnybaby.” 

“It’s really deep, but not as deep as your cock could go”, he says and turns back to you. He sits in perfect posture, tilting his head to the side, which forces his bunny ears to flop cutely. He runs his hands up your body until he can rest them on each side of your head. He lowers himself, letting his pretty eyes run over your face, “I want your cock so bad, Mommy.”

You twist the sheets and speak through gritted teeth, “the things I want to do to you, holy shit.”

“Mommy…” Jungkook sighs and chases you. You tilt your head up, meeting him in the middle. The kiss feels so good to both of you. Moans mix with each other, lips know exactly how to move and your fingers dig into his dainty waist instantly. He fits so perfectly between your hands. His skin is soft and warm while the leather straps of the harness are rough. The contrast drives you crazy. He feels so fucking good to hold.

Jungkook mewls into your mouth. He lowers himself to his elbows just so he can be closer to you. His fingers shift from the pillow to the crown of your head, giving you a gentle yet greedy massage. Your touch feels so good. Jungkook became so needy as he prepared himself for you and now his skin is extra sensitive. He hopes that you never stop touching him.

You run your fingers from his waist to his buttocks, feeling them up greedily. The jockstrap pushes them up and makes them feel extra plumb. You need to squeeze them. Once. Twice. The desire is too big. You land a little spank with both hands. Just harsh enough that his butt wiggles.

Jungkook squeaks and flinches, breaking the kiss with a shy giggle.

“Mommy”, he gasps, scrunching his nose.

“My Bunny”, you rasp, gazing up at him as your fingers knead his buttocks, “my pretty, sexy Bunny.”

“Yeah, I’m your Bunny”, he says and cups your cheeks to pull you back into the kiss.

You allow him gladly, giving him a chance to think that he is controlling the kiss. He’s so good in showing you the tempo and level of passion he currently needs. You can busy yourself with feeling him up. That’s so much more fun either way. You intentionally leave out his tail for now, knowing that this will make him impatient in the long run. And when Jungkook gets impatient, he becomes a whiney, squirmy mess and you love that state of his'. You dance your hands to his hips and up his waist. Just to the middle of it, then you run them to his back to feel up the harness there. The straps and metal hooks are so hard in contrast to his soft, perfect body.

You linger especially long on the spot where four straps meet and create a small opening in the middle of them. It exposes Jungkook’s spine and you can’t stop tracing it and scratching his skin on each side of it.

Jungkook breaks the kiss after a few seconds, sighing his words, “this feels so good.”

“You’re so soft there.”

“Oh god”, he shudders, pressing himself closer, “Mommy, I want to be treated gently tonight.”

You smile, running your fingers to his neck just so you can play with his undercut.

“You’re my precious prince, Bunny. You can get whatever you want.”

“Then I want to be fucked and loved and, and get all your attention.”

“You’re already getting loved, Bunny”, you whisper, swirling your fingers to his shoulders, “and you’ve got all my attention”, you add as you feel up his choker until you reach the hook where the nipple chains connect with it.

“Then I want more. More and more”, he says, rolling his hips on your lap, “oh god”, he chokes out, chasing your lips. He is still talking as he is kissing you, resulting in messy, amazing kisses, “I’m imagining that your strap’s already there, Mommy. I want to be filled with you so bad.”

“You’re so greedy”, you chuckle fondly, kissing him back with your heart racing unbearably. Sometimes you wonder if there will ever come a day where it will beat a little less for him. You always come to the conclusion that there won’t ever come such a day. On the contrary, day by day, your heart is racing faster and faster for this man.

You trace the chains until you reach the clamps. You outline them, going slow and careful to make sure you remember the feel of them and get him squirmy in the process. And it works. Oh it works too well. Just moments later and Jungkook arches his back to get closer to your touch. The passionate kiss breaks because he needed to be whiney.

“My nipples are sensitive.”

“I know, Bunny”, you coo, flicking the small hoop which connects the chain to the clamps.

“Please touch them. I, I made the clamps tight for you.”

“For me?” still no touch. Just gentle play with the chains to give him a little stimulation.

“Yes to, ah”, he chases your lips, speaks as he does, “to make my nipples swollen for you.”

“You’re such a good boy, Bunny”, you praise, touching his waist. You give him a little push, forcing him to scoot back on your lap so you could sit up. He is taller than you like this, looking down at you with big, sparkly eyes and his hands on your shoulders.

You give him a fond smile and tug him closer, lowering your lips to his right nipple.

“Oh my god”, Jungkook gasps, throwing his hand over his mouth. Like this, his arm cages in your head, giving you a sense of comfort. He squeezes his eyes shut, moaning into his hand.

The nipple clamps grip most of his dainty nipples, leaving your mouth their very tip to explore. You don’t mind. This part has always been the most sensitive for Jungkook and you can wiggle your tongue between parts of the clamps as well to explore his heated up nipple.

His hips are squirmy on your lap, his back keeps chasing you in small arches.

You abandon his right nipple for the sake of his left. You don’t want it to feel left out. Jungkook wants all your attention and you are hellbent on giving it to him.

“Mommy, oh my god, you feel so good”, Jungkook moans, dropping his hand from his mouth to instead cradle the back of your head. He slings his other arm around you, hugging you gently. He buries his nose in the crown of your head, giving you small kisses between his needy moans. This is better than anything he could have imagined.

His cock is so hard in the jockstrap, his hole keeps clenching around the tail plug and reminding him how needy he is. Your tongue is lapping at his nipple, your lips are kissing it. You change between his left and right, making him wish that he could melt with you. It feels so good.

“Thank you, Mommy. You make me feel so good”, he mewls, trembling blissfully. 

His tail keeps poking your lap. You can’t feel its fluffiness as you are wearing sweats. It’s getting harder and harder to stay clothed. His body is burning up and it is torture not to feel his skin against yours.

“Shit, Bunny”, you lull against his chest, lapping at his nipple greedily, “I wanna feel your skin on mine. It gets so hard not to.”

“I can help you undress.”

“You’re such a good boy”, you croak and kiss his nipple one last time because then you lift your head and arms, “do it quickly.”

Jungkook follows obediently. He takes off your jumper, working carefully in order not to hurt your face. He throws it on the floor, letting his eyes run over the white tank top you are wearing. You are going braless and the top is cut in a way which makes your tits look especially pretty. Your nipples are poking through the material, making Jungkook gulp.

“Yes, the tanktop too”, you say, pulling him back to reality.

“Sorry, your tits look so good in the top”, he mumbles in a raspy voice and begins undressing you. It’s the voice he gets when you affect him deeply in a way other than your touches. When your looks and body mesmerise him and drive him crazy, he talks in this deep, raspy voice. You’re obsessed with it.

He throws the top on the floor and cups your breasts instantly, playing with your nipples gently. His palms feel warm and his skin soft. Jungkook has the most perfect hands, manly yet with the most tender of skin. His touch feels so good.

“Mommy, you’re so pretty”, he is back to whining. How adorable.

“Thank you, Bunny. You’re making me feel so good right now”, you say, arching into him.

“So pretty”, he whispers and leans down to suck on your nipples. He doesn’t stay on one for too long, sucking and licking them eagerly. It feels fantastic. His mouth is so incredibly warm and wet.

“Bunny, my pants”, you are sighing the words, ending it with a breathy chuckle, “focus for me, come on.”

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I love your nipples so much”, he says, kissing your neck as an apology. You roll your head to the side, allowing him better access. He is purring as he kisses you, suckling on your skin every now and then to really make it tingle.

“You’re too greedy, Bunny.”

He giggles shyly, “sorry”, he mumbles, earning himself a little buttocks squeeze and a fond chuckle. He lifts his lips from your neck, crawling off your lap to take off your sweats. You lie down for it to make it easier for him, watching him with fond eyes.

Jungkook throws your sweats on the floor as well, running his eyes over your exposed body.

“Wow”, he whispers, touching your thighs, “Mommy, you are so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Bunnybaby”, you say fondly, wiggling your head into a more comfortable position. Like this, you are resting on two pillows, allowing you to see him better, “get on my lap and turn around for me.”

He follows without hesitation. He is resting on all fours, giving view to his bubble butt and the white fluffy tail between his buttocks.

“Closer.”

He listens, shimmying up your body until his knees are resting on each side of your waist and his toes almost touch your arms.

“There we go, I gotta really bask in you”, you praise, “the tail looks so real”, you say.

“I feel so pretty with it”, he confesses, gasping softly when he feels your fingertips dance up his inner thighs.

“You are so pretty with it, Bunny”, you say, feeling up the jockstrap on the spot where his balls meet his taint. He’s so hot to the touch.

Jungkook twists the sheets, moving his butt closer to you in reaction. The touch is just one small change away from where he needs it most. He is so desperate for more.

You touch the tail, give it a gentle squeeze and a little flick with your fingers. 

“So soft”, you say and laugh softly, “shit, it’s so cute how it’s just sitting there.”

“When you touch it, I feel it move”, he says and moans, “please Mommy, don’t tease me please.”

You wiggle his tail, making him press out another plea for more. He’s so pretty when he begs.

“Such a pretty tail”, you coo and grab it, “can Mommy take it out?”

“Yes Mommy, please”, he allows you, clenching his hole in excitement.

“It’s a shame to take it out though. You look so pretty with it”, you say and tug on it, purring in enjoyment when the plug starts slipping out without resistance. He’s so good for you, “no clenching. You’re seriously the best boy”, you say, rewarding him with a slow fuck. There’s the smallest natural resistance whenever you reach the girthiest part at the bottom, but it’s barely noticeable. Jungkook is stretched out so well for you.

“Oh god”, Jungkook gets out, placing his hands on your shins and arching his back. The plug is big enough that you are fucking it against his prostate and it feels like heaven to him. When he walked, he felt the plug shift inside him and said sensations continued as he sat on your lap and made out with you. It resulted in his prostate slowly getting more sensitive and for the current slow fuck to feel almost unbearable.

“It feels so good”, he moans, dropping his head. His floppy bunny ears tangle weakly, showing just how ruined you’ve got him.

“Come closer for me.”

Jungkook obeys.

“There we go, such a good boy”, you praise and reward him by pulling out the plug. His hole gapes for a second, before fluttering closed. Lube squeezes out and runs down to his balls, soaking the jockstrap in the process.

“Please back”, Jungkook begs, clenching his greedy hole. He spent so long being plugged up, that having nothing inside feels like agony.

“You weren’t lying, Bunny. This plug is huge”, you rasp, eyeing it hungrily. It is the perfect hybrid between plug and dildo. Three inches in length, shaped just like a cock with veins and a bulbous head, it ends in a girthy base and a smaller shaft where his rim sits. The white fluff of the tail is soaked in lube where it was pressed against his hole, “that must have made you so desperate. Mhm, Bunny?”

“Yes”, he mewls, arching his back to get closer to you, “please, Mommy don’t tease me please.”

“You’re cute”, you say and place the toy aside. You grab his buttocks and use your grip to pull him onto your face.

“Ah!” he squeaks, lifting himself quickly, “sorry!”

“You did the right thing. Fucking sit on me again”, you order him, tugging him down.

“Oh go-god”, he falls with a shaky moan, squeezing his thighs around your waist when his hole presses down on your tongue, “Mommy, thank you….”

You are sticking out your tongue, wrapping your arms around his middle to move his hips for him. His hole is grinding on the flat of your tongue, getting cleaned from the lube whilst at the same time burning up in pleasure. He tastes artificially sweet at first until his natural taste begins to linger on your tongue. You love it like nothing else, licking him greedily.

“Mommy”, he moans, falling into pleasure he thought never to experience. Which is quite ironic to say because you made him sit on your face a million times before. He should know how it feels to ride your face and yet he still can’t ever believe that it is happening when it does. It always feels like the first time, leaving him dizzy and short of breath.

“Fuck”, your growl vibrates against his sensitive rim, “you taste so good”, you get out and pull him back down, tightening your arms around him as your tongue begins lapping at his hole. It sounds wet and sloppy, feels like paradise.

Jungkook has to gasp and tremble. His hands slip from your legs against his will, forcing him to catch balance in the sheets. He grabs them and twists them, choking out your name while his nose scrunches up in pleasure. His legs are shaking. It’s embarrassing that they are so quick to shake, but it feels so good.

“I can’t get enough of you”, your voice is like electricity against his hole. It’s moments like this, when Jungkook is reminded that he has the biggest kink for your voice. He clenches his hole rhythmically, feeling you growl into him. His clenching intensifies, forcing you to break away, “relax for me. Come on, be my good boy.”

He obeys instantly. He can’t be a bad boy when you’re talking like this. You slip your arms from his middle and place your hands on each of his buttocks, using the leverage to pull him apart. His hole – once so dainty and small – opens up and exposes itself to you. His rim looked so tiny at first, but reveals its true readiness the farther you part him. Jungkook sighs and trembles, letting you know how good it feels to be so freely exposed. He doesn’t feel embarrassed about being so vulnerably open in front of you. As a matter of fact, it turns him on to be that exposed.

“Shit baby, you’re so fucking pretty”, you lull, inspecting his pretty hole greedily.

It flutters at the praise, his breathy voice whispers a weak “Mommy”. It feels so good to be exposed to you. It feels so, so good.

“Lower yourself for me, pretty boy”, you order and stick your tongue out.

Jungkook obeys, letting out a whimper when it results in his stretched out hole to slip down on your tongue. He tries so, so hard not to clench in reaction even if the rest of his body tenses up. He always tenses up when the pleasure overwhelms him. It’s the only way to remotely control how you make him feel.

“Holy fuck”, he whispers, gasping for air repeatedly while his eyes widen and stare at the ruffled sheets. He is getting fucked by warm, wet tongue. His eyes go out of focus, his head tilts back slightly, “Mommy…holy fuck”, he breathes.

You growl, nodding your head as your praise. He comes into contact with your nose, squishing it slightly. Breathing gets difficult, but it’s so worth it when it means that Jungkook is whimpering and trembling above you. 

You wiggle your tongue, enjoying the tightness of his rim greedily. He stretches so well around you, squeezing you in the best way.

“Mommy, I need to- ah!” he moans loudly, shuddering in ecstasy, “I h-have to be loud, I’m s-sorry. Ah!”

You let him know that this is what you want from him by moaning gutturally and giving his hips a small push to show him that you want him to move. Jungkook obeys without hesitation, fucking his hole on your tongue in small movements up and down.

And as he fucks his soft hole on your tongue, he keeps being loud. His fingers keep twisting the sheets and his head can’t decide whether to roll back or tangle weakly. One second he is throwing it back until it gets too much and he drops it again. It forces his bunny ears to flop all over the place, making him look so adorable.

Not that you can currently see. Your vision is blurred, as are your thoughts. He tastes so good, smells even better. There is nothing better in this world than Jungkook. All of him, every single inch, drives you crazy. You let him fuck himself on your tongue until your lungs protest for air and only then you guide him off of you. Your tongue flops out, his hole clenches desperately. Spit covers your face messily, but you couldn’t give two shits. Not when you need him so fucking bad.

You make up for the loss of contact by sucking and kissing at his rim, flicking your tongue over his sensitive parts as you pant for air.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, Jungkook is chanting. His head keeps tangling. Any other position was too exhausting. His thighs are squeezing you so much that it hurts just a little.

“Bunny, mhm Bunny”, you growl, pulling him closer even if he protests at first. It is instinct. He doesn’t want to squish you.

“P-please I’ll suffocate you”, he stutters, furrowing his brows as a squeaky moan leaves him. You are trying to fuck your tongue back into his hole, going obsessively rough with it. It gets him so wet, both his hole and his pretty little dick. There is a wet stain on his jockstrap by now. Jungkook can feel the cool air of the room turn it colder than the rest of the fabric. He wants to cup his cock and rub it, but he holds back because he has to twist the sheets instead.

“Please I’m too, too heavy.”

“Shut the fuck up mon amour, I ain’t made of glass”, you spit in what you lovingly call your street-days-dialect, “fuckin’ sit on me wit’ yo’ pretty hole. Make Mommy happy.”

Jungkook feels even the last piece of his sanity crumble. He can handle a lot, but he can’t handle it when you get aggressive with him. He always wants to be a gentleman with you and then you tell him to be quiet and act up. Jungkook gives up, letting you win the fight and therefore pull him down on your face.

You growl into him, making the wettest love to his little hole while your fingers dimple his inner thighs.

Jungkook mewls softly and shudders. His strength forsakes him. He falls to his elbows, resulting in his hole to leave your mouth for just a moment until you pull him back again. You keep lifting your head to meet him, anger fucking his hole with just your tongue. You soothe the punishment with wet kisses and sloppy licks. Jungkook swears that you are currently rewriting his definition of pleasure with just your tongue.

“Mhm”, his voice sound so pretty when he moans, “mhm, mhm, mhm…ah, aha.”

And he can’t stop doing it. He breathes heavily, gasps, moans and hums and you soak up every little sound of him as your starved mouth feasts on his hole.

His jockstrap can barely contain his cock by now. His velvety tip has already slipped out at the side, dripping onto your chest in a constant rhythm. You can feel the wet mess by now. From all the wiggling and squirming you are doing as you eat him out, it has smeared all over your tits by now, covering parts of your nipples as well. You can also feel the warmed up chains of his nipple clamps dance over your tummy as Jungkook keeps shaking above you.

You slide your right hand from his inner thigh and touch his cockhead.

Jungkook squeezes his thighs around you, almost kicking you in the face as his foot twitches in surprise. He drops his head into your thighs, forcing his hot breath to soak your panties.

“I’m close”, he gets out, mouthing at your clothed pussy, “oh god, I can’t hold it for long. Ah!”

“Shit Bunny”, you tilt your head back, giving yourself a chance to speak. Your hand is back on his right thigh, edging him “we gotta stop this or I’ll keep going until I’ve got you cumming.”

“That, that wouldn’t be bad”, he stutters, chasing you while his fingers try to tug your panties to the side, “please, Mommy”, he begs and drags his tongue through your folds. He couldn’t help himself. The scent of your warm, wet pussy was in his nose and it is so close to his mouth, “please”, his voice sends vibrations through you.

“Fine, fuck”, you lick your lips, rolling your hips up as his tongue keeps lapping at you, “I can keep going or I’ll fuck you. You decide.”

Jungkook lets out the first sob of the evening. Even now – when you sound so ruined by all of this – you find strength in yourself to tease him and mess him up. You are so cruel without even doing anything. Jungkook wants to keep sitting on your face so fucking bad, but the thought that he could miss out on orgasming around your strap makes him hesitate.

“I want Mommy’s cock”, he decides in the end, lifting his lips from your pussy, “please.”

“Very well. Do you have the strap here?”

“Yes, your red suitcase”, he answers you and buries his tongue back between your folds. He keens happily, lapping at you with a hot, dripping tongue.

“Okay, Bunny. Good boy”, you are keeping him with you as you run your finger over his rim, “get it for me.”

“I don’t know if I can. My legs are so weak”, he confesses and whimpers, kissing your clit as a weak apology “I’m sorry, Mommy”, he adds, drawing quick circles.

“Fine”, you give in, “get off of me. I’ll get it.”

“Mommy”, he mewls, burying himself deeper between your legs.

“Bunny”, you warn, swallowing down the gasp he almost licks out of you. What he does feels fucking amazing, but you have to stay strong. It’ll be so worth it.

“Mhm mhm”, Jungkook hums, sucking on your clit while his nose is buried between your folds.

“Fuck”, you hiss, arching your back, “Bunny, come…on”, you give his buttocks a soft spank, “don’t be like that. Come on, get up.”

“Mh-hm”, he shakes his head, pushing your thighs apart as his mouth laps at your pussy more vigorously. Your panties dig deep into his fingers as he keeps it pulled away from you, your hips smother him as they thrust up against your will.

“Bunny, listen- ah”, you gasp and moan, dropping your hands from his ass to instead twist the sheets. He makes you feel so good that it’s impossible to function, “Bunny-ah listen to, to ah fuck, listen to me. Fuck, ah.”

Jungkook moans into you, connecting his tongue with your clit as he keeps sucking on it. It results in a mixture of rough sucking sensations broken up by the hottest wetness ever. Mixed with his needy moans and his pretty nose fucking your dripping hole and you are quite frankly, done for.

You roll your eyes back and drop your back.

“You fucking brat”, you choke out, orgasming on his tongue with such intensity that you forget how to moan.

Jungkook whimpers needily, licking you through your orgasm until a sudden harsh spank to his ass forces him to throw his head back.

“Ah!” he lets out, clenching his hole aggressively. A spank on it follows. It stings and forces tears to Jungkook’s eyes.

“You little, disobedient brat”, you spit. Your voice is distorted from the pleasure he made you feel, raspy and deep. Jungkook feels his senses blur. Holy shit, he has such a kink for your voice. You spank his hole again, forcing the fire to burn deeper by pressing the pad of your thumb against it and applying pressure.

He writhes on top of you, struggling to stay on his elbows.

“I told you to listen. Is it so hard to follow a simple order, mhm?” you growl.

“I’m sorry”, he whimpers, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Oh god, Mommy.”

“Good. I fucking hope you are”, you spit and give him one last spank to really get the message across.

Jungkook shudders, leaking onto your tits.

You soothe the burn with a gentle finger, changing your voice as you speak.

“Now get off of me”, you say in a sweet voice, messing with Jungkook’s poor heart.

“Mommy, please”, he begs and rolls off of you. He drops to his back, licking his lips hungrily, “wanted to make you feel good, oh god”, he whines, exhaling shakily as his hands come down to play with his cock. He does it instinctively, writhing on the sheets with one of his legs propped up.

“Don’t you dare make yourself cum”, you warn and stumble out of bed with weak knees. You manage to walk to your red suitcase and squat down even if you are dizzy. He’s got you really good with his mouth. You don’t have to look for long because you keep your toys organized.

“Where is the lube, Bunny?”

“I forgot it in the bathroom. I’m sorry, Mommy oh god. I, I can get it.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll get it”, you say and leave the room.

You decide to slip on the strap in the bathroom, using a grinder on the inside to make it enjoyable for you. You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment. The strap is similar to your skin colour and curves just right to stimulate his deeper pleasure spots. It looks so good on you. And with that thought in mind, you hurry back to Jungkook.

He is kneeling on the floor when you come back, keeping his head lowered. His cock is stuffed back into the jockstrap and his hands are on top his thighs with their palms facing up. His bunny ears, although only fake, look so sad as they tangle from each side of his head.

“What are you doing down there? Gosh, Bunny”, you gasp, hurrying to him.

“I want to apologise. I, I should have gotten the strap and, and the lube. I’m sorry, Mommy”, he says honestly and bows.

���Gosh, you stupid noodle stop that”, you say, pulling him back up with nothing more than two fingers under his chin, “you’re my precious prince and Mommy’s here to treat you, yeah?”

“So you, you won’t punish me?” he asks.

“Of course not, Bunnybaby”, you reassure him.

Jungkook releases a shuddering breath, “Mommy”, he chokes out, gazing up at you with sparkly eyes.

You give him a playful smirk, “unless you want me to punish you, mhm? Didn’t have enough of getting your hole spanked?”

He giggles, lifting his shoulders to his ears, “yeah, that was fun”, he confesses, scrunching his nose up.

“Cutie”, you say, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

Jungkook moves into the kiss with closed eyes, opening them when you pull back. They shift to your cock for a second and linger.

“You like it?” you ask him, gripping it by its base while your other hand still holds his chin.

“Yes”, he gets out, parting his lips, “you look so pretty with cock, Mommy.”

“Thank you, Bunny.”

Jungkook closes the distance between his lips and the tip of your strap, kissing it while his devoted eyes gaze up at you.

Your breath hitches in your throat. He looks so pretty like this.

“I love Mommy’s cock”, he whispers and flicks his tongue over the tip, ending it with a droopy smile.

You feel yourself melt, ruffling his hair gently enough not to rip out the clips from the ears.

“Get back on bed, Bunny and let me fuck you.”

“Can you fuck me in lotus position?”

“Of course I can. Everything my Bunny wants, my Bunny gets.”

“Don’t say that”, Jungkook mumbles and giggles. He is so happy. He feels especially soft tonight and you know exactly how to handle him to keep him in the headspace.

You take a step back and walk to the bed, climbing on top of it. You fluff up the pillows so you can rest back into them. Once you are comfortable, you move your legs into the right position. Jungkook followed you as you did all of that, climbing onto bed after you. He is now waiting for you to get your legs comfortable.

Your eyes meet.

“Come closer”, you order as you spread a generous amount of lube on your strap.

Jungkook follows excitedly, positioning himself on top of you. He places his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you.

You smile up at him, connecting your fingers with his hole to spread the lube. He shivers, sighing softly.

“My pretty Bunny”, you whisper, “I can’t get enough of you in those ears.”

“They’re connected to my hair.”

“I know, I felt the clips”, you say and push a finger into him, watching in delight how his eyes go out of focus and his lips fall open.

You curl your finger as you fuck it in and out of him, gazing into his eyes as deeply as possible. 

“You’re so soft inside”, you praise, poking his walls, “my pretty Bunny’s soft everywhere.”

“It’s hard to concentrate”, he confesses, scrunching his brows.

“Want more?”

He nods his head, “yes please.”

“Shit, you’re such a good boy”, you mumble and slip your middle finger into him as well, “the shit you pulled before wasn’t like you. Mhm, why did you act up Bunnybaby? Mhm?”

“Wanted Mommy to feel good”, he lulls his words, finding it hard to look into your eyes. Your fingers fill him out so well.

“You wanted me to feel good”, you repeat, massaging his prostate.

“A-ah.”

“Shit Bunny, when you say it like that it almost makes me feel bad that I punished you.”

“No, it was so…good, ah holy shit this feels so good, ah”, Jungkook gets out and moans, closing his eyes.

“Mhm, I know”, you purr, slipping your fingers free just to make him mewl desperately. You grip his hips, giving them a gentle tug, “take it at your pace, Bunny.” 

Jungkook grabs your cock and lowers himself. He manages to get as far as the tip and then moves up again.

“More lube”, he says.

“Hurts?”

“Yeah, it’s too dry.”

You lube up your cock more, spreading the access on his hole, “try it again.”

Jungkook lowers himself. Your tip slips past his rim easily.

“How’s that?” you ask him, caressing his tensing buttocks.

“Mh-hm”, he lets out, furrowing his brows. His frown worries you.

“Are you okay? Bunny, take it slow if it hurts”, you tell him.

Jungkook frowns harder, sinking down more.

“Bunny, take it slow for me.”

“Mommy, please be quiet. I need to concentrate”, he whines and pouts with big eyes.

“Oh you-”, you laugh, throwing your head back, “you little brat.”

“I have to concentrate”, he murmurs and sinks down the last inches. Now he is sitting on your lap with you cock all the way up his ass, “ah”, he lets out in a sigh, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. His arms hug you, his legs wrap around you. He begins rocking himself on your lap, moaning into your neck quietly.

“Is that better?” you ask him, caressing his lower back. You can feel his muscles shift and tense under his skin. Just as you can feel his thighs tense as he moves on your strap.

“Yeah”, he mewls, nodding his head, “oh god, you’re so deep.”

“I know, Bunny. You’re taking all of me”, you speak softly, grabbing his pretty butt to help him with the movements, “you’re such a good boy taking me like that.”

“Oh fuck, ah fuck”, he whimpers, hugging you tight against him, “I’m so stuffed with Mommy. Ah! Ah”, he shudders, increasing his movements. He still keeps you deep inside, grinding on your lap as his legs tremble around your waist. He doesn’t need to bounce. As a matter of fact, what he is currently doing feels so much better than any bouncing ever could. Because your cock is so deep and really stays at one area, it can stimulate all those sensitive spots inside and Jungkook has way too many of them. And they are way too fucking sensitive on top of that. Every second with you feels like ecstasy even if he hasn’t orgasmed yet.

“Yeah, you are. So filled with me”, you whisper, squeezing his buttocks, “so filled with me. Such a good boy for me. Such a good boy.”

“Mommy”, Jungkook whimpers, falling into you. It forces your back deeper into the pillows and allows him to grip the edge of the headboard. It hurts his nails, but he barely notices it. Everything feels way too good. He is so far gone. Not only in the pleasure, but also the safe headspace. He is on your lap, he can feel your naked chest against his, smells your warm scent, has you holding him and on top of that, his leaky cock grinds against your stomach while your strap stimulates every single spot inside him. There is not a single thing which isn’t right currently. This is perfect and it’s ruining Jungkook to the point where he genuinely has to sob.

“Breathe Bunny, it’s okay”, you soothe him, closing your arms around his torso whilst burying one of your hands deep in his hair.

The hug soothes him so much and makes him sob again because he is so close to you.

“Can I cum? Please”, he begs squeakily, “make me feel…so good. Everything feels so good. Oh god”, he gets out, ending it with a high-pitched whimper and his body trembling in your lap.

“Whenever you are ready, Bunny. I’m right here”, you allow him, hugging him safely.

“Now”, he gets out, “oh god, Mommy now”, he moans and feels how your strap makes him cum. It starts deep in his ass. Right where the silicon toy kept grinding against his pleasure spots. Describing the orgasm as hot wouldn’t be enough. It is so much more than that. Jungkook feels it everywhere and he feels it so deep that it gets very hard to stay conscious. His body twitches and convulses on top of you and you know that he has no control over it. His cock doesn’t release, but throbs so aggressively that it slips out of his jockstrap again. And his voice sounds so consumed by his orgasm that you feel yourself gasp for air as well. You know exactly how good he feels right now, holding him through his high until those shakes slowly die down.

“Good boy, oh my good boy”, you praise him, hugging his waist with your left arm while you let your right hand slip to his cock. You pick it up to jerk it off.

“Ah”, Jungkook arches his back so he can press his chest closer, his trembling arms close around you as his fingers grab a bundle of your hair, “ah, ahm, ah, o-oh.”

He didn’t cum with his cock. He knows that he didn’t, so getting touched by you right now, forces him straight back to the start.

“Oh god, ah, fuck. A-ah, ahm, ah”, he is struggling with producing moans, resulting in them to sound just a little strained but so fucking honest. Only you can make him moan like this. Only you can get him that ruined so it is even difficult to make sounds. And yet, he still tries to because it’s the only way to handle you.

“Good boy, my good boy”, you praise him as you jerk his cock, rolling your hips up to keep his hole stimulated as well. You don’t want any of that sweet, sweet pleasure to die down. You need him ruined and you are going to do it in the gentlest of ways. This kind of way always hits the deepest.

It’s easy to ruin someone with a rough and fast fuck. You just got to pound them hard enough and they’ll feel destroyed.

The proof of a good fuck is how well you can destroy someone with minimal movements. That’s where the real talent lies. And you? Oh you. You are one talented motherfucker.

“Feels so good”, Jungkook is whimpering even if he can barely produce moans. Your shoulder is wet because he keeps spilling tears. He thinks his eyes might be stuck after you made them cross, he can’t seem to find his focus again. His head is dizzy and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. You are ruining him with nothing but a slow handjob and your hips grinding up into him.

“Yeah, feels amazing”, you agree, “I’ve got you Bunny.”

Jungkook sobs, convulsing on top of you as if you just thrusted into him with all your strength. His cock throbs between your fingers, his fingers grip for your desperately. He doesn’t know where to touch, what to hold of you to make all of this easier to bear.

“Mommy”, he tries to call your name, maybe that will make it easier, but it doesn’t.

“I’m here, Bunny. I’ve got you”, you soothe him, sliding your left arm down his waist until you can press your fingers against his hole. You massage his stretched rim, giving him a reminder that he already orgasmed once and that he is terribly sensitive now.

“I can’t do this”, he sobs and convulses, “oh god please”, he pulls you closer, needing your warmth to survive.

“Break? Or need it closer?”

“Closer ple-please.”

You hug him strongly, tightening your grip around his cock just as you increase the pressure on his hole.

“Closer.”

The hug gains in intensity. You can barely move your hand up and down his cock, deciding on putting your attention on his tip instead. You massage his wet slit, giving it just a little bit of a stretch as you fuck the pad of your thumb into it. Your fingers are around the base of his tip, massaging it in rhythmical squeezes.

He begins panting, releasing loud noises each time he breathes out. He can’t stop. They leave him in sync with his body convulsing on top your lap. He drops each time he exhales, sagging his shoulders with it before his harsh inhale forces them to lift again and with it also Jungkook. Just a little, but it’s so intense for him that he is a little scared.

“Good boy, my good boy. You’re my good boy”, you praise him and kiss the shell of his ear.

Jungkook climaxes. He can’t tell you that he does, he also can’t change his voice before it happens, it just takes over. It starts at his slit this time around. The gentle fuck you gave it was too much. From there, it took over his whole cock until your strap did the rest.

Jungkook thought that the first orgasm was intense, but this is on another level. He claws at you in hopes of making it easier, even buries his teeth in your shoulder as his body shakes uncontrollably. But nothing helps. The fire feels endless. It is as if Jungkook never orgasmed before.

“Yes baby, my good boy”, Jungkook can hear you choke out and judging by the sound of your voice, you are orgasming with him. The thought makes it even more intense for him and by the time it finally starts to get easier, Jungkook has to sob.

“My Bunny, oh my Bunny”, you speak shakily, holding him so tightly while your lips litter him with kisses, “good job, my good boy. You did such a good job. I know Bunny, let it all out. You did so well.”

“It feels so good”, he presses out, “so good, Mommy”, he wails, pressing you closer with his fingers deep in your hair.

“I know Bunny, oh I know. My good boy, you took all of this so well.”

“Oh god”, Jungkook shudders, “oh god.”

“My good boy”, you keep praising him. It makes it so worthwhile to come back to you, “I love you so much, my good Bunnybaby.”

“Oh god, Mommy”, he gets out, trembling uncontrollably one last time before some of his clarity comes back. It’s difficult to come back sometimes. Jungkook loves being in subspace, so sometimes it’s hard for him to accept that he has to get back to reality again. It would make Jungkook feel really awful to be forced out of it entirely the moment the sex ended and you never make him feel this way. You always help him come back in such a nice way. You make him slip out of it far enough that you can do aftercare with him, but also allow him to stay in it deep enough that he can feel fuzzy even long after the main sex act ended.

“My good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise him, rubbing his buttocks gently, “how’s the stretch?”

He shakes his head.

“Doesn’t hurt?”

He nods his head.

“Then we’ll stay like this for a little, yeah?”

He nods his head again, hugging you tightly.

“And once you’re ready, I’ll give you a nice warm bath before we’ll have yummy dinner and lots of snuggles in bed. Yeah?”

He giggles, nodding his head.

“Yeah Bunnybaby, let’s do that”, you say, giving him a gentle squeeze, “fuck, I adore you.”

“I adore you too”, he whispers, “thank you so much for everything.”

“Mhm Bunny”, you sigh, kissing his shoulder as you pull him closer with the harness twisted in your fingers, “mine.”

Jungkook sighs in overwhelming happiness, pressing himself closer as his heart bursts for you. Yeah, you really make it so worthwhile to come back.

[tiredfox64]

Can you write about the reader tagging along with Lin Kuei brothers on a mission and where they are us cold, which the reader hates and gets cold very easily and each opportunity the brothers would find a way to warm the reader themselves?

Ice Can Help

Prior notes: I would complain about the cold but I need to complain about the heat now. Tell me why it’s gonna be 80 tomorrow and almost 90 on Monday 💀

Pairings: Lin Kuei Bros x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: You shall walk with no fear

And you thought home was cold. Forget it, you rather take that than this.

The finest fake fur can’t save you right now. Nor any thermal wear that covers your arms and legs.

Yet the brothers walk in this harsh blizzard with ease. Not a single goosebump rises on their arms from the snow that comes pelting at their skin. That same snow feels like it’s aiming constantly at eyes. You’re lucky it’s not sticking to the couple of inches of snow that is already on the ground. If it raises any higher you’ll be doing a weird march just to move forward.

Your teeth clattered together as you hug your body to keep yourself even the tiniest bit warm. You’re constantly trying to keep your snot in but your nose is so numb you can’t tell if it’s still leaking. Why the hell would Liu Kang send you out to help the boys? You already hate the cold. This just feels like torture or some sort of mental training. See how long you can last before you snap.

“What is taking you so long?” Bi-Han yelled at you from a distance.

You didn’t even realize how far behind you were until you looked up.

“It’s hard walking in this weather. It’s freezing.” You answered back.

“It is not. Why did you come if you cannot handle this mere weather.”

“Because I was freaking told to, Bi-Han! I ain’t have no choice!” If Bi-Han is gonna give you attitude you gonna send it back.

Tomas was kind enough to walk over to you to keep you company as you guys kept moving. His arm wrapped around to to bring you close. It’s incredible that he still can maintain his body temperature at a healthy level. You forget that these guys train to handle intense circumstances and weather counts as an intense circumstance. Now you’re grateful that his body was still very warm cause you started leaning into his more than you meant to. He noticed you actions and he decided to check on your temperature by placing the back of his hand against your cheek.

“Are you okay? You’re freezing. You can’t go on while you’re nearly freezing to death.”Did your mother possess Tomas, what the heck is going on?

He brings you into a hug, your face now shoved in his chest area. It actually helps to warm your face since it prevents the snow from pelting you. It gives you the change to warm your nose up so you could breathe properly. You can’t lie you could get used to this. His hugs are healing.

“What now?!” You heard Bi-Han yell once more.

Tomas started explaining that you were horribly cold. Bi-Han didn’t want to hear that complaint again today. Kuai Liang was the one who took it seriously and before Bi-Han could stop his brother from paying any mind to you he was already in front of you.

“You should have told me they were like this. I could have warmed them easily.”

Of course, Kuai Liang would be the best option here. He used his pyromancy to cause flames to ignite, forming a circle around you three. The heat that emitted from the flames was much more pleasing than the harsh cold the wind produced. For extra measures Kuai Liang decided to hug you as well. Him and Tomas basically sandwiched you to help warm you up. Oh and it was working. A moment ago it felt like your cheeks were about to lose feeling and now they are burn up like you had hot coals shoved inside your mouth. This works in your favor. Thank goodness the fur of your jacket helped hide that satisfied smile that naturally produced from this hug session.

The only one who is not satisfied is Bi-Han. Times being wasted and he wants to get a move on. You three seem to be happy just where you are. Even the snow can’t hide the smiles on Tomas’ and Kuai Liang’s face as they look down at you. You did look pretty adorable snuggling up to them. If only Bi-Han could get in on that action. But now’s not the time! Y’all have a mission to get it.

“Fine, if they need to be warmed up let me in so we can be done with this.” Bi-Han started to make his way towards you before Kuai Liang gestured for him to stop.

“No, brother, you are too cold. You will only reverse all the efforts we have made.” Plus, there’s not enough room for another man to cuddle you.

Oh so Bi-Han is the problem now. He’s just about done with this. So they think he will make things worse? He begs to differ.

You started to hear the cracking and squeaking of ice as it starts to formed around all of you. It formed into a dome and soon you were unable to hear the wind blowing. There is no more snow striking you as if it were blades.

Of course, an igloo. Why didn’t you think of that.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Tomas stared in awe at the icey walls.

“Of course I can, Tomas. Never doubt me again.” He said it like he actually knew he could do this. He just did it out of pure anger.

You were feeling way better than before. You don’t have to worry about hypothermia taking one of your toes. Kuai Liang produced more fire to help warm you up while Tomas used his body heat to deal with the rest of your body. And Bi-Han…ah he’s a little grumpy. Leave him be but thank him for his amazing abilities.

By now you were able to feel every part of your body again. Nothing felt stiff or numb. You were even sweating a little from all the heat that was being trapped in the igloo. Kuai Liang and Tomas were happy to see some color in your face again that didn’t signify you were freezing.

“Thank you guys. I’m feeling much better. Maybe I should have you guys visit in the winter more often to save me some money on the heating bill,” you joked while looking at Kuai Liang and Tomas, “Okay, Bi-Han, I’m ready to move on.”

“Good, great, wonderful, come on!” He yelled the last part at you before kicking open a hole in the igloo.

He was already on the move, ready to get this mission over with. He’s gonna have a nice talk with Liu Kang about sending you out here with them.

You’ll do the same. You’ll let that fire god know that you won’t ever do another mission in the cold weather. You rather stay home with a bunch of blankets wrapped around you than deal with this hell. But you did get a nice cuddle session out of this. This won’t be the last time, you’ll make sure of it.

After notes: The state that I live in has summers that are like hell and winters where you are at the lowest part of hell and the devil is constantly flapping his wings. Maybe cause a sort of devil does live in this state. Whoops. Welp I hope you don’t mind that this was simple and short. Sorry if this isn’t what you want. Now I have to get goin, Adiós!