#coming to see me for christmas and then leaving on my fucking birthday

[sk3l3t0n444]

abandonment issues go brrrrrrr

[archangeldyke-all]

Size queen Sevika has a chokehold on my mind right now so I was wondering what it would be like using the ejaculating strap on her AAA

Maybe some breeding kink thrown in there too jsksjsjsjsksk

heheheheheheheh i'm gonna make this ceo sev because i miss her!!

men and minors dni

before you were married, sevika made an effort to keep your love lives and your work lives separate-- not wanting it to seem like you had any kind of unfair advantage because of your relationship status to the ceo. your little desk was tucked in the corner of sevika's office back then, where you could eavesdrop on her meetings and make appointments and calls with her without interrupting or interfering with her work.

but now that you've tied the knot, sevika's given up on trying to pretend like you aren't her favorite employee. she's rearranged her office completely, so there's enough room for two matching desks, pushed right up against one another. it leaves no room for sevika to have visitors in her office, you guys play footsie all day, and when she looks up from her work the first thing she sees is you. she loves it.

you love it too.

but it has its drawbacks, because it means you can't hide anything from your wife. like the package you're opening right now with your name on it-- a package you'd completely forgotten about ordering-- a package containing what was supposed to be sevika's birthday present this year.

when you realize what it is-- it's too late. sevika's already seen the way you gasped and heard the little giggle you let out before quickly closing the box again.

"whatcha got, baby?" she asks, her foot reaching out to hook around your ankle.

you clear your throat and shove the package into a drawer, shaking your head. "nothing." you say. dammit. that sounds suspicious as hell.

sevika tilts her head, her gaze sharpening a bit, a smile growing on her lips. "nothing?" she asks. you huff.

"fine. it's something but i can't tell you what it is for a number of reasons."

"reasons being?"

"reasons being you have a birthday coming up and i want to surprise you and you have a meeting in half an hour that you cannot be late to."

and goddamn your wife for being so fucking smart. and so fucking pretty.

sevika's brow furrows for a moment, her eyes darting to the side as her mind races with the possibilities of what could be in the package, and you swear you can actually hear a bell go off inside her head when she perks up in her seat and looks back at you with a sparkle in her eye and a smile.

"baby..." she starts. you huff.

"sevika if you ruin your birthday present i'm not getting you ano--"

"did you get me a dildo for my birthday?" she asks fondly. you groan and kick your wife's shin, and she cackles. "you're incredible!" she laughs.

"it was supposed to be a surprise sevika, you're such an asshole." you pout.

"well lemme see!" she demands, making grabby hands across her desk.

you giggle and give up on trying to surprise your wife. it's never worked before. you pass the package across your desks, and sevika tears into it like a kid on christmas morning.

you check behind your shoulder to make sure none of your coworkers are looking through the glass walls as sevika gasps with shock. "you got me a fuckin' breeding strap?"

when you turn back around in your seat, sevika's holding the dildo box to her chest like it's a teddy bear, and there are stars in her eyes. you cackle.

"would you put that away before somebody sees you?!" you ask. sevika giggles and puts the box back inside the cardboard packaging it came in. "and to answer your question... no. i didn't." you say.

sevika blinks up at you, caught off guard. "y-you didn't?" she asks. you smirk and stand, reaching across your desk to tug your wife across hers by her tie until your lips are only a few inches apart.

"i got me a breeding strap. all you're getting is the synthetic cum i'm gonna fill you with tonight." sevika gulps and you smirk, leaning forward to kiss her parted lips. "now, i gotta go set up the conference room for your meeting, so be a good girl for me and put that away for me and look over your notes." you demand as you turn around to leave your office.

the last thing you hear before the glass door closes behind you is your wife's sweet groan.

sevika glares at you the entire meeting. she's also rock hard the entire meeting.

of course, you're the only one who notices this last part--with your hand casually palming her cock under the solid wood table the entire time; so the looks she's giving you must be incredibly confusing for your coworkers. seamus even asks you after the meeting if everything's been alright at home. you have to hold back a cackle as you assure him that things have literally never been better.

and it's true. every day you fall deeper and deeper in love with your wife. you know the same is true for her, it's proven in how fucking fast she drives home.

in the very beginning of your relationship, sevika never bottomed. but as she grew more secure in your connection, she allowed herself to be more vulnerable with you... and now, three years married, your wife's a loud and proud size queen.

she's jittery with excitement on the elevator ride up to your apartment. when you get home, she kicks her shoes off, tears off her tie, and smacks your ass as she sprints to the bathroom. "you put your dick on, i'll go get ready!!" she giggles.

you snort, your heart swelling with fondness as you wander to the bedroom and begin getting ready.

the dildo's a little tricky to figure out, and you have to research if your synthetic cum is microwave safe, and how long to microwave it to make it warm enough to feel like real cum-- but by the time you're all ready, sevika's running out of the bathroom butt-naked and grinning.

she launches herself onto the bed, spreading out like a starfish on her belly as you giggle. "come on!" she says, shaking her ass a bit at you. you snort.

"you're fuckin' ridiculous." you giggle as you crawl on top of your wife. "hips up." you whisper, shoving a pillow under her hips to give her a better angle and something to grind against. she starts grinding immediately. you smack her ass and she yelps. "don't get too worked up baby. you're not allowed to cum until you milk my load outta me."

sevika shivers and claws the blankets beneath her. "f-fuck." she stutters. you giggle and reach your hand forward, shoving two fingers in her mouth.

"get 'em wet for me, love." you demand. sevika's lips and tongue wrap around your fingers immedietly, soft moans and squelches starting to fill the room as sevika bobs her head on your hand like it's a cock. it's hot as fuck, and you can't help yourself from reaching down and sucking a hickey into her shoulder as she gets you ready for her. "god, you're perfect."

sevika shivers again, a little whine escaping her and tickling your fingers with the vibrations. with your free hand, you start groping her ass, teasing her hole without penetrating, getting her worked up and arching into your touch.

when she's just panting around your fingers-- sucking completely forgotten-- you decide that she's ready for you.

she takes your spit soaked fingers with ease, muffling her whimper into her folded arms. you let her get away with hiding her sounds for now-- in a few minutes you'll have her screaming, anyways.

when two fingers become three you know she's ready.

"you hear how wet your hole is for me? haven't even put my cock in you yet-- you're such a slut, baby."

"i'd be more of a slut if i had your dick in me." she mumbles.

you cackle and smack her ass again. sevika huffs a little laugh at her own joke, and you pick that moment to slide your cock in her.

she sputters, squeaks, and then groans so loud you're pretty sure the walls shake. "good?" you ask.

sevika's too busy gasping and trying to smack her hips back on yours to answer, so she shoots you a thumbs up over her shoulder. you laugh again, sink your nails into her hips, and start fucking her like she deserves.

for a while, it's just grunts and gasps and moans and kissing sounds. you re-adjust a few times, trying to find a good position and rhythm, until you're basically mounting her, buried balls deep in her and pounding her into the mattress.

you can always tell when you're fucking sevika right because her whole left leg starts to spasm, from thigh to toes. it's cute as hell-- she has no control over it-- and it makes you want to fucking ruin her. you growl when her calf starts quivering, reaching forward and grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head out of her arms.

"fuck!" sevika cries. "f-fuck you fuck me so good, what the fuck?" she babbles.

she looks delicious beneath you, her strong back writhing as she squirms on the bed.

"i'm gonna knock you up." you grunt, smacking her ass. sevika whines. "you're so fuckin' good sevika, gonna fill you with my cum 'n fuck you til it takes-- give you my fuckin' kids."

"fuck, stop talkin' like that or you'll make me cum!" she whines. you snort. she's trying so hard to be good and wait for you to cum like you told her to, but she's so easy when you start talking about breeding her.

"thought you were gonna be good?" you ask, clawing at sevika's ass.

"i'm trying but you're-- fuck! there!-- fucking me too good!" she cries.

you giggle. "well, then, you better hurry up 'n make me cum before you do, baby."

sevika flails around for a few seconds, reaching out to try and reach your body from where you've mounted her, but she's basically pinned beneath you. she groans in frustration, lets out a tiny moan, and then takes a big breath.

"p-please cum in me." she whines. it's your turn to shiver. her voice is just so pathetic and sweet, and you can feel the tension in her body from the way she's trying to keep herself from cumming-- like a rubber band ready to snap. "please, please cum in me-- you're so fuckin' big, you're so deep, i know it'll work-- you'll knock me up this time, i know it-- i want your cum-- i want your kids-- baby ple--" sevika cuts herself off with a gasp as you start to cum, grinding against her ass as you squeeze the little pump you'd hooked in your harness.

"f-fuck, take it baby--" you pull out just for a moment, just to see the way your cum leaks out of her ass, just to spurt a few drops on her lower back-- and that's all it takes for sevika to fall apart.

you laugh as she cries and cums into the blankets, sinking yourself back inside her hole and giving her the rest of the cum loaded in your dick.

"it's warm." she whimpers.

you heave a breath and then burst into giggles. "microwaved it for you."

this makes sevika giggle too. "that was way more cum than any healthy human should be producing." she cackles. you giggle.

sevika's thighs are drenched in the sticky substance, and you're sure when you pull out the mess will only get worse. still though. "that was hot as fuck." you mumble.

sevika grins. "best birthday gift ever." she agrees. you snort and smack her ass one more time-- just for good measure.

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[opiopal]

random mc stuff that I dont want to be their own post so HERE WE GO.(a lot if not most of theses are cracked out lmao)

imagine an Mc who noticed certain dirty things in the HOL and REALLY wanted to something about it but couldn't cause they were still a stranger. so once all the pacts are made Mc immediately goes around the HOL and attacks all the spots that bug them.. and isn't afraid to vocalize their complaints. "lucifer, when was the last time you guys washed these curtains?? you know what, don't answer that, I can already tell that the last time these were washed I hadn't even been born yet." "who is in charge of sweeping?? there is so much dirt under these rugs!! common guys, seriously???" "Mammon, Levi, twins.. I love you guys SO much.. this is commmon knowledge at this point... but cleaning your pillow cases is NOT enough you NEED to also wash the pillow itself. you guys are gross. gather up your pillows we're doing a soak." "beel. come here and lift me up. I'm dusting the chandelier." "Lucifer, I do not CARE if you're working right now your shelves are littered with dust. either ignore me or go take a break because I'm not leaving."

once during breakfast the brothers could hear cerberus growling and grumbling in the basement, it was annoying but they were trying to ignore it until they realized Mc wasn't at the table.... which of course once it was pointed out they all rushed to the basement.. only to find cerberus laying on its back and Mc sitting above it and quickly rubbing and scratching under each heads chins while going "good boys!!!! good puppy!!!!" and cerberus very happily whining and grumbling with their tail thumping on the ground. when they manage to get Mc away from the silly, the only explanation mc gives it "there is a massive three headed dog that lives in the basement and is feared by 6 out of the 7 men who live here, how could I NOT pet them??? clearly no one but lucifer does!!"

imagine an Mc who is a selective mute, and normally communicates through ASL and notes. the first time they talk is after knowing the brothers for a GOOD amount of time, and its not a sweet wholesome moment no no. Mc comes home with Lucifer after they finished running errands, and the HOL had been: flooded by levi summoning lotan, the living room had been torn up by satan, the kitchen was in pieces because beel got hangry, asmo had joined in on the chaos after his bedroom got damaged as well, mammon was struggling to keep everyone together, and belphie was sleeping on a chandelier. of couse it dies down the moment they all see lucifer and mc got home, and before lucifer could say anything Mc threw their ars up and went "guys what the FUCK we've hardly been gone for an hour!!" of course all the chaos is forgotten for a second and replaced by multiple "YOUCANTALK?!"s, which then shock and amazement turned to shame as they realize the first time they were graced by Mc's voice was because they were being idiots and Mc was upset at them.

imagine an Mc who isn't really used to people caring all that much about them, and finds it very odd that the brothers+other characters care so much. so once their birthday comes around its turned into a birthday WEEK because Mc is being gifted things and being taken out everyday until their actual birthday, which BAFFLES them, so when their birthday comes its a huge event, Dia hosts the party at his castle, there are so many presents you'd think it would be for a family of 18 on christmas day. and when Mc is sat infront of their cake they can't help but suddenly start crying, while everyone is panicking the only thing Mc can say is "I-*hic*- love you guys so much!!" once they realized it was happy tears there was much less panic, and it was forgotten about for the rest of the evening.

You guys remember my post about pacts marks and Mc feeling a demons sin really strongly after making a pact with them??? well this relates to that. imagine if mc feels something strongly that sin kind of takes over for a while until mc is satisfied (asmo enjoyers do what you want with that info), so imagine: theres just a day were Mc doesn't get the chance to eat, first they slept in and just had to rush to RAD, then they had to skip lunch because they agreed to help a few clubs with advertising and projects, then they had to stay after for a student council meeting, then, just as they think they can maybe grab a snack they get held up again, by the time everyone is going home all the brothers can sense Mc's aggression, half way to the HOL lucifer says that they should just go eat at hells kitchen. so they're all seated, and the second Mc's food gets out they dont even bother with utensils, they just grab their food with their bare hands and eat like they're a starved dog. of course the brothers are concerned as to why they're acting like this, and mammon reaches to put a hand on Mc's shoulder as he says "hey- are you ok-" but he cant even finish talking before Mc jerks their head and nearly takes a few of his fingers off, though they dont bite him cause he moves away fast enough with a "EEP" and Mc's teeth loudly click together. so from then on the brothers make sure that Mc is able to eat something throughout the day if their schedule is packed to reduce the risk of losing fingers. honorable mention is Mc getting praised to much one day that the amount of pride they feel almost puts lucifer into a coma.(satan and belphie sometimes praise Mc a bunch to distract lucifer while he's working, another cheeky win for the anti lucifer league)

imagine an Mc who gets so over protective of the brothers, like CRAZY protective. there is a point were they hear someone talking SHIT about their found family trope, so ofc the reasonable reaction is to tackle the demon down to the ground and almost bite their ear off like some sort of rabid raccoon. another time Mc squares up with some sort of magical mythical beast in protection of the brothers, almost won and would have if the brothers didn't stop them.

imagine an Mc who is very introverted and is secretly a fanfic writer, so one day levi and Mc are hanging out, he's just rambling about whatever, until he eventually mentions that a fic he was reading hasn't gotten updated in a while and ist just so frustrating to him. when Mc asks which fic he was reading, he pull it up and shows them... which Mc realizes thats THEIR fic... and outloud without thinking they mumble "oohh I forgot about that one..." and levi freaks out and immediately is questioning what they mean by that. which they eventually have to admit it.

Imagine a little kid Mc, I mean like, LITTLE, as in like 7-8 yr. and they are just such a sweeite, and they work so hard. but I can also imagine that when they're first sent there and the introductions are happening, when lucifer introduces himself Mc immediately interupts and goes "lucifer?? like the cat from Cinderella?:0" and then ofc when mammon is assigned to take care of the child he is a lot nicer at first, I wouldn't be surprised if having Mc around reminded him of his younger siblings when they were that small,(yes I am a believer of the brothers being at least little kids at some point in their angel lives) but then eventually gets Mc to go along with a few schemes, which they both have fun cause really it just turns into bonding. then ofc asmo adores this little creature and has little dress up parties and helps Mc get ready for school in the morning so they always look their best!! lucifer gave him permission for this since he agrees that Mc should look put together despite being a child. I still think it takes a while for the brothers to warm up fully to Mc, but it goes by a lot faster since mc quickly becomes their new little sibling. I think it would be cute if what won over lucifer is Mc coming into his office at some point, saying that they have something for him, and gives him a drawing, lucifer ends up scooping them up to sit with him and they explain what they drew, and its mc and all the brothers:( that drawing is almost immediately framed and put up where everyone can see it.

thats all for now, but I have a LOT of Mc what if's and imagines, my fingers hurt from typing now lol.

[emlovessid]

@into-the-jeggyverse for the bingo prompt hide and seek, 665 words bingo masterpost

Dating your best friend's brother is great. Until you break up.

Because unlike other break ups, where you never have to see them again, there's no escaping them when they're – you guessed it – your best friend's brother. You see them at birthdays and pub trivia and Christmas.

And dinner on a random Thursday evening in October.

Dinner itself had been fine, James sitting next to Remus and Regulus sitting next to Sirius, Teddy a delightful and welcome buffer between them all.

"Alright, Teddy. Count to ten and then you come find us, okay?" Sirius says, ruffling his hair.

Covering his eyes with his small hands, Teddy begins to count, "One, two, three…" and they all scatter.

James makes a beeline straight for the hallway closet where Sirius and Remus keep their coats and umbrellas. He's just gotten settled, sitting down cross-legged in the space, when the closet door opens and Jesus Christ—

"Oh, shit. Sorry," Regulus says, eyes looking everywhere but at James.

He steps back and is seemingly about the close the door again when they hear Teddy shout from the kitchen, "Ready or not, here I come!"

Their eyes are both wide as they meet, before Regulus makes a split second decision and steps into the closet beside James and closing the door on them both.

James isn't sure whether he wants to laugh or cry. Maybe both.

It's one thing to be amicable with your ex from a distance, when there's other people around and you don't actually have to interact with them beyond a polite hello and goodbye. But it's a completely different scenario to be sitting in an enclosed space with your ex, your side pressing up against a body you still know like the back of your hand, even though you have no right to.

"Sorry," Regulus says eventually, his voice quiet. "I heard Ted and I panicked."

Chuckling, he says, "Can you imagine the horror? Losing hide and seek to a four year old."

"Oh, piss off," he laughs.

And just like that the tension between them breaks, the air around them feeling less heavy. It almost feels like they're them again.

"This feels like old times, eh? You and me, both in the closet," James says and immediately regrets it, cringeing at his own joke.

"Wow, that was bad, even for you."

"I know. Please forget I said anything," he groans.

"Gladly."

They're quiet again for a moment, Teddy's voice distant as it travels from the other end of the house.

"It does kind of feel like old times though, you cooking tonight. God, I've missed your carbonara," James says with a wistful sigh.

He's not expecting Regulus to respond with, "I miss you folding my laundry. I've never been able to get the t-shirts right."

He should leave it at that, but his mouth is already moving and the words are tumbling out, "I miss your shampoo, it always smelled better than mine." This is where he should really, really stop talking, but the words just won't stop, rolling off his tongue before his brain has even registered what he's about to say. "I miss how you'd bite my lip when we made out. The noises you'd make while I was fucking y—"

He's cut off by lips on his, a warm weight in his lap as Regulus throws a leg over him to straddle his waist. James doesn't waste any time reciprocating, hands settling on Regulus' hips as he licks into his mouth. The moan he lets out as Regulus bites down on his bottom lip is obscene, all thoughts of the game of hide and seek they're actively playing wiped from his mind as his hands slide down to grip Regulus' arse through his jeans.

And then the closet door opens.

Teddy is giggling as he shouts, "Found you!"

But Teddy's excitement is overshadowed by his dads standing behind him; Remus laughing and Sirius shaking his head as he mutters, "I fucking knew it!"

[purplephantomwolf]

Tethered Time

Logan Sargeant Soulmate AU

Chapter Two

Synopsis: Everyone has a timer on their wrist. It counts down the time until you hear your soulmates voice for the first time. After you hear their voice, it changes to the time until you meet them for the first time.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Warnings for this chapter: None

Previous Chapters: Chapter One

Masterlist

I AM REWRITING THIS FROM AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER SO IF I MISSED ANYTHING I AM SORRY AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW. This is the last chapter as an OC rewrite.

December 25, 2022

10 months 4 days

     “We have one last gift for you, Y/n,” your mom says, handing you an envelope. You grab it from her, tearing it open. You look inside and drop it in shock. Multiple paddock passes fall out of it. 

     “Oh my god! You didn’t!!” You shout, picking them up. You see passes for multiple races. 

     “Since Logan is in Formula 1 now, we got you two passes for every race in North America but Las Vegas. We figured this would be a Christmas, birthday, and college graduation present all wrapped into one,” my dad says.

     “Thank you so much! This, this is amazing,” you grin. You launch yourself at your parents in a hug. They laugh and hug you back. You do a little happy dance, before grabbing the passes. You inspect them, grinning. 

     “We figured you’d take Tucker to at least one race,” your mom says. 

     “I will probably take him to every race, considering you guys don’t like watching it,” you shrug. Your parents nod. You set your passes down, grabbing your phone to call Tucker. 

     “Merry Christmas!” He greets you. 

     “How would you like to go to four Formula 1 races this year?” You ask, not bothering to greet him. The line goes silent. “Tucker?” You prompt him. 

     “Are you serious?” He shrieks in your ear. You pull your phone away from your ear, wincing. 

     “Yes, I’m serious. My parents got me two passes to almost every race in North America this year,” you tell him, grinning. 

     “Yes! YES! I would love to go!” He yells, causing you to pull your phone away from your ear again. “Where do we sit at each of them?!” He asks, excited. 

     “They’re paddock passes,” you explain. You pull your phone away again, knowing he’s about to yell again. 

     “HOLY SHIT, Y/N! TELL YOUR PARENTS I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH!” He screams. You turn to your parents, and they’re covering their laughter. 

     “We love you too, Tucker,” your mom calls out to him. 

     “I’ve got to go now, Y/n, but we will be discussing details of this later,” Tucker says. 

     “Sounds good. Merry Christmas, Tucker,” you say. He wishes you a merry Christmas before hanging up. You grab the passes to go put them somewhere safe. 

     You sprint down the stairs to thank your parents again. “Thank you again!” You hug them again. 

     “Of course, we want you to get every chance you can to meet Logan, so we thought this would be good,” your mom says. Your dad nods in agreement. 

     You smile at them before starting to mess around with the new camera lens they got you. 

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May 5, 2022

5 months 24 days

     “I can’t believe we’re actually in Miami to watch a Formula 1 race,” Tucker says, his head going every which way as we enter the paddock. Your head is also turning every which way, trying to see everything you can.

��    “I can’t believe it, too. Come on! Let’s go look at the hospitalities!” You grab his arm, dragging him towards where you can see the hospitalities. We spend the next 10 minutes looking into as many hospitality windows as possible. “This is so cool!” You laugh happily. 

     Tucker sees something and takes off. “Come on, Y/n!” He shouts over his shoulder. We’re in front of the Williams hospitality. You linger, not wanting to leave. You know that there’s still basically 6 months until you meet Logan, but you’re hopeful that you’ll still get a glimpse of him in person before then. “Y/n, let’s go! I want to get some Ferrari merch before it sells out!” Tucker calls out to me. 

     “I’m coming, I’m coming!” You say, turning to follow him. You take off after him, not looking back at Williams hospitality. You catch up with him and head towards the area selling merch. “I want to grab some Williams merch,” You say, when you arrive. You split up in the store to go to the different team sections. You grab a Logan hat and a Williams jacket and head towards the check out. Tucker appears behind you, and you laugh when you see his arms loaded with Ferrari merch. “Got enough merch?” You snicker. 

     “No, I need you to hold these for me,” he says, a serious look on his face. Your jaw drops in shock, before he breaks out in laughter. “I’m kidding, this is everything,” he says. You nod and you check out. 

     After checking out, you head up to the paddock club. You take a seat just as FP1 starts. 

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Logan’s POV

1 minutes 12 seconds

     I glance at my wrist and then around the hospitality. My timer says there’s only a minute left until I hear my soulmate's voice, but everyone around me are people I’ve talked to before. The door at the entrance opens, and I look up hopeful. I sigh in disappointment when James Vowels walks through the door. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hear a female’s voice say as the door closes. In an instant, I’m out of my seat, pushing past a confused James. My wrist is burning, but I ignore it. I slam the door open and sprint out. My head is whipping in every direction, trying to find the source of the voice. My face falls when I can’t pinpoint who the owner of the voice is. I glance down at my wrist and my face falls even more when I see 5 months and 24 days. 

     I head back inside the hospitality. I spot James and Alex standing at the door, watching me. “What’s the matter?” James asks me. 

     “I heard my soulmate’s voice, but I won't meet her for another 5 months, 24 days, and some hours and minutes,” I sigh. I get looks of pity from both Alex and James. I just shake my head and head downstairs to the garage. 

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Your POV

5 months 22 days

     “Man, what a disappointing race for Logan. To finish last at your home race must hurt,” Tucker sighs, as you walk out of the paddock. 

     “Yeah, I hope he has a good support system of friends to cheer him up,” you nod in agreement. 

     “If only you two had met before, you’re really good at cheering people up,” Tucker says, bumping shoulders with you. You grin, thanking him. 

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June 18, 2023

Canadian GP

4 months 11 days

     “No!” You shout when you see Logan’s car pull over to the side of the track. You groan, my head dropping into my hands. 

     “His car was giving off a critical error, so it’s good that he stopped,” Tucker shouts over the crowd of the noise and cars. You nod, letting him know you heard him. 

     “Still sucks though,” you grumble, arms crossed. You sigh and turn your attention back to the race. 

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October 22, 2023

COTA

7 days

     “How do you feel knowing you’ve got one week until you meet Logan?” Tucker asks as you lay in your beds at the hotel. 

     “Nervous, but excited. What if he doesn’t like me?” You turn to look at him. 

     “He’ll like you, it’s hard not to,” Tucker scoffs. His phone vibrates and he grabs it. 

    You turn away from him to stare at the ceiling. “Thanks, but can we talk about how amazing he did today?! He finished P12!” You exclaim. 

     “P10,” Tucker says. 

     Your head whips toward him, with a confused look on your face. “No, he finished P12.”

     “He may have finished P12, but he’s now P10 because Hamilton and Leclerc were just disqualified,” Tucker tells you, staring at his phone. He turns it towards you, and you read the article from Formula 1. 

     “OH MY GOD LOGAN JUST GOT HIS FIRST POINTS IN FORMULA 1!!!” You screech, flying out of bed. You do a little happy dance around the room. Tucker watches you, laughing. He holds his phone up, recording you. You stick your tongue out at him. “Yeah yeah, you can laugh. You’re just the same way when your boyfriend does something you’re proud of,” you wave your hand. 

     “I know,” Tucker grins, “This video is going to Carter.” 

     “Tell him hi for me,” you say, falling onto the bed. 

     “I will,” Tucker responds, typing away on his phone. 

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Logan’s POV

7 days

     “How do you feel about getting your first points?” Alex sits down across from me on the plane. 

     “Happy, excited,” I respond, grinning. I post the picture I took when learning that I earned points on Instagram. I subconsciously rub my fingers over the timer on my wrist. I notice Alex glancing at it. 

     “How much time is left?” He asks, leaning forward. 

     “7 days,” I breathe out. 

     His eyes widen, “Getting close then. Are you excited?”

     “Very, I’ve been waiting for this for years. But I’m also extremely nervous. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she doesn’t like what I do?” I rhetorically ask. 

     “Well, considering you heard her voice while at the Miami GP, and you meet her during the Mexico GP, I’m going to go with she likes what you do,” he points out. 

     “Yeah, you’re right. But that still doesn’t mean she’ll like me,” I groan, burying my face in my hands. 

     “I doubt she’ll dislike you, you’re a likable guy,” Alex says, putting his hand on my shoulder. “You’ve got this. It’ll be okay.”

     “Thanks, Alex,” I sigh, looking up at him. 

     “Of course,” he nods, getting up to go sit with his girlfriend, Lily. 

     I close my eyes to sleep on the flight to Mexico.

[7ndipity]

Long Distance Relationship HCs

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: How Yoongi would be in a long distance relationship. In connection to this blurb.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Writing these really brought my mood up(can I pls have a Yoongi? For my health?) I hope you like them!

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You’re 100% on point about him making those little ‘joking-but-dead-serious’ comments constantly, like “There’s a flight leaving in like two hours, I could be there by the time you wake up tomorrow morning… Why are you laughing? I’ll even bring breakfast!”

He would use any excuse to fly you to Seoul.

“It’s done nothing but rain here all week.” “Damn, that sucks. Although, you know, that wouldn’t be a problem if you were here.”

“I’m not flying to Korea just to buy potato chips.” “Why not?! I’ll pay for your ticket!”

He does make sure you don’t go more than about a month without seeing each other in person, whether that’s him coming to you or vice versa, even if it’s just one day.

You tend to video call each other while you’re doing whatever and just leave the call open, not even really talking outside of the occasional comment or question, just keeping each other company.

Y’all send little care packages to each other full of things like favorite snacks, random little gifts you’ve found, hoodies, etc.

For some reason, I think y’all would have some little plushie that you send back and forth, sending pics of what they're up to while they’re with you(hanging out in his studio, binge watching youtube with you).

Because he’s so busy all the time, it doesn’t actually feel all that different sometimes from when you’re in the same city, but that almost makes the moments when you do feel the distance all the worse. Not being able to physically be there for each other when you’re really down or having a tough time is absolute agony.

“Did you know that the international space station is only 250 miles up? It’s closer than we are right now.” “Babe...”🥺

Literally the first time you cried over the phone with him, he lived up to his ‘jokes’ and had his plane ticket booked before you’d hung up.

You wake up the next morning to him calling you like “Open your fucking door, I brought coffee.” and you’re like wtf?! But you open the door and sure enough, there he is.

And when you ask “What are you doing here?!” He’s just like “You were crying. I couldn’t leave you here on your own.”😭

The first time you surprised him like this(probably for his birthday or Christmas), he cried and refused to let you go for over an hour.

The day you tell him you’re moving to Seoul is probably one of the happiest days of his life. (He won’t hear of you getting your own place tho. “I’ve had more than my fill of distance, Love. I need you here, with me.”)

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[darkpuppysuit]

Happiness

HybridAU- BTS- OT7- poly!ot7, Hybrid!bts (minus Seokjin) x Hybrid!reader

6.5k Words

Fluff and crack pretty much.

WARNINGS: Hybrid abuse, mentions of s*xual content, slightly bloody, one mention of "the devils lettuce" oh and cursing duh.

Uh nothing else I don't think?

Lmk if I missed something.

Run, run faster, don't stop fucking running.

Those are the only words that ring like a broken mantra inside my head as I sprint down the empty sidewalk in the dead of night, for what reason is a hybrid running alone at this time of night?

I'll tell you.

I was once a present for a little girl of a wealthy businessman about five years ago, everything was going great for me at first, the girl and I were friends she loved me with her whole heart, my adoption certificate was even in her name, she was my whole world after I had just turned twenty and the adoption was set in stone.

Her father let her adopt a hybrid strictly because most of them were good with kids and he thought of me as some glorified babysitter but not even a year later my little girl was diagnosed with brain cancer and she passed away on her birthday the following year.

Her mother couldn't even look at me without crying remembering all the fun times the three of us had together, like the summer picnic we had at a local park for my adoption day or the movie night we had after Christmas had come and gone, laughing and throwing popcorn at each other when a food fight started on screen.

The father on the other hand is a nasty man, back door dealing drugs, guns and ammo, you name it he gave it to you for a high price whether that be information on his competitors or cold hard cash, while the face of his business was a hybrid rights center, bunch of bullshit if you ask me.

He started coming into my room a month after his daughter passed away, a drunken fool but who was I to tell him no or get away from me? I couldn't do jack shit I had to sit there and take the punches and the slaps of the whip he brought into my room the same night.

He would yell at me for killing his daughter at the beginning then he started blaming me for everything that was wrong in the world using racial slurs and hybrid slurs in a means to get under my skin so I would lash out at him, giving him another reason to punish me.

He would starve me half to death because I was too big for a hybrid that was meant to be small and frail, unable to provide or protect herself, most of the time I wasn't even allowed to leave my room but tonight was the final straw.

I couldn't take the years of abuse anymore so once he was passed out in the bed next to me I used it as my chance to escape, putting my clothes back on as quickly and quietly as I could before silently running downstairs and out the door.

The cool spring air sent a chill down my spine, I closed the door gently and started walking out of the rich neighborhood I once called home and down the first alleyway I could find which was my first mistake.

I rub my hands up and down my arms hoping to keep myself somewhat warm cautiously walking forward and looking over my shoulder every now and again to see if someone was following me when I hit a brick wall, no, brick walls don't growl like that.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" The mystery man roughly grabs me by the shoulders and yanks me in front of him with a disgusting smirk on his face his scent reeks of shitty cigars and marijuana with a hint of wood rot. "She looks like one of those rich bastard's hybrids look at what she's wearing, not to mention that diamond studded collar she's got on." Another hybrid stands in front of my shaking form flicking my sensitive ears causing me to squeak.

"Awe would you listen to her? Do it again Max she seems to like it." He chuckles darkly before the other man flicks my ear again causing me to hum due to how sensitive my ears were. "Please s-stop I don't-" A fist meets my already starving stomach causing me to fall into the grime and garbage below me.

The hybrid that was previously holding my arm kneels next to me, his horrid scent filling my nose and I clamp my hand over my mouth but it was so pungent I could taste it in the back of my throat, I damn near threw up.

"Give us your collar bitch and we'll call it a night." He demands, I couldn't bring myself to let it go not now, it was the first present my little girl gave me when she adopted me, it's become the last physical memory I have of her.

The thin hybrid grabs a fist full of my hair and yanks my head back exposing my throat and only now do I notice that their both bear hybrids, shit. "You heard him squirrel hand it over and we'll let you get away with your life."

I have no idea what to do so I take a short glance around me and find an old pipe and lunge for it, swinging it at them connecting with one of their heads. "You're gonna regret that rat!" I don't give either of them enough time to scramble after me as I'm already out of the alleyway.

Those events are what have led me to a suburban area filled with houses with two very pissed bear hybrids running after me, tears filling my vision but that doesn't stop me from running, my legs however are about to give out from under me at any given moment and I don't feel like becoming their next meal.

I dip into a strangely large, random backyard and hide in the bushes at the back of the house in an attempt to catch my breath. My body shivers and shakes with every breath of air I take. A short minute later the bears catch up to me and my body goes into overdrive and I pass out.

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The morning sunlight shines through the sheer curtains into the large bedroom when an alarm clock starts screaming and the blanket on the bed starts to shift slowly with a few grunts and groans to accompany the body that moved to turn the alarm off and slink out of the tangle of other bodies in the bed.

"Why so early hyung? Come back to bed." In reality it wasn't early at all not to Seokjin at least. "It's only eight in the morning bun, not even as early as it should have been, let go of my leg."  He quips trying to shake the bunny hybrid off of him without waking the others.

He successfully manages to escape his grasp almost falling before he saunters the length of the floor into their shared master bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work. Another person starts to move out from underneath the pile of warm bodies, actually face planting onto the floor with a loud thud followed by groan.

"Fuck, that hurt." The coyote hybrid groggily drags himself off the ground to his feet, looking around for his boxers and a shirt to wear downstairs to make some coffee and maybe a quick breakfast for his mates. 

He jogs downstairs pulling an oversized old tee over his head towards the kitchen and turning the stove light next to the coffee machine on, getting it started as he pulls three mugs out of the cabinet above his head. "Good morning my love." The coyote hybrid sleepily preens at the nickname as he hands the panther hybrid his mug, taking a sip of his own. "Morning Yoons, did you sleep good?" The hybrid grunts as he slowly shuffles towards the breakfast nook, sitting in the corner facing the window. 

"Honestly Hobi, I could've slept better if someone's foot wasn't wedged in my fucking ribcage all night." He grunts when the sound of heavy footsteps causes his ears to perk up and swivel around to listen to his younger mate trudge down the stairs.

"It's not my fault you always end up at the foot of the bed after sex, kitty cat." The wolf hybrid greets him with a peck on his forehead before moving over to the bar located at the large island in the middle of the open kitchen giving Hoseok a morning kiss on the lips. 

"It is so your fault, you have the longest legs I've ever seen on a hybrid, big oaf." Yoongi quips glaring at the walking oak tree of a hybrid. Before any of them could get another word out Seokjin comes down the stairs in his snazzy navy blue suit.

"Morning my boys." He says happily completely unaware of the small fight that could've happened had he not walked down the stairs when he did. "Coffee on the porch? It's nice out this morning." Seokjin greets each of his mates with a quick kiss before grabbing his mug out of Hoseok's hands and starts towards the sliding glass door located at the edge of the living room.

They sit out on the nicely decorated porch for a few minutes, sipping their coffee in near silence. It was peaceful birds were chirping away, the warm rays of the sun shining down on them. Yoongi finished his coffee a few minutes ago so now he's resting his head on his older mates lap with his eyes closed soaking in the morning sun rays.

Hoseok sits on the opposite side scrolling through his phone while Namjoon sits across from the three of them reading a book set in medieval times complete with a damsel in distress and a brave hero come to save the day, you know that classic cliche.

The wind blows gently across the patio, causing Hoseok to sniff the air for a moment before pinching his nose shut and opening his mouth disturbing the quiet morning. "Do you smell that?" He continues to sniff the air around him, taking a whiff of Seokjin and Yoongi as he stands up from his perch, his ears flicking in every direction trying to locate any sound and the awful smell of burning pine, wilting lavender and cigars? 

"Yeah I smell it too it's killing my fucking nose." Yoongi complains making no effort to get up from his spot on the outdoor couch nuzzling his face into Seokjin's stomach to hopefully mask the odor with his sweet scent of bubble gum and vanilla. "Whatever it is we have to find it and get rid of it before the other three wake up, you know how sensitive Jungkook's nose is." Seokjin quickly finishes his coffee nudging a half asleep panther until he moves off his lap to help look for the source. Even though he didn't have a sense of smell like his mates, that didn't stop him from helping them look. 

All four of them look around the open yard first, checking the nearby tree line and flower patch just on the other side of the house before Seokjin takes it upon himself to sift through the flower bushes located next to the porch, pricking his fingers on the thorns a couple times before he spots something small twitching deep within his pink rose bush.

"Hey I think I found something! Namjoon I need your long arms!" Seokjin yells for the wolf that comes running to his mates side, he points down into the rose bush with his nose holding the branches and flowers out of the way so he didn't accidently crush any of his precious roses. 

Namjoon gently puts his hand down to reach for the small creature pulling it out and looking it over. "What the fuck is it? A chipmunk?" Yoongi and Hoseok stand next to the others when Taehyung, the tiger hybrid, walks out of the house letting out a loud sneeze as the sun hits his face causing the four of them to flinch at the sudden intrusion and Namjoon to almost drop the tiny animal.

"Why are you guys yelling? It's so ear- what is that?" He points to the small lump of fur in Namjoon's large hands. "We don't know but it's still breathing, granted the breathing is shallow but it's breathing nonetheless." Yoongi responds almost flatly, taking the tiny animal out of the wolf hybrids grasp before he could accidently crush it, bringing it up the porch steps and inside the house. 

The bunny hybrid practically leaps into Seokjin's arms with his bright bunny smile and messy bed head, rubbing against his neck. "Good morning to you too love bun, watch out I need to get to the medicine cabinet."

Seokjin pats the muscular bunny hybrid on the back before gently pushing him out of the way, laying down a clean dish towel so Yoongi could put the weak animal on it. "What's going on?" Jimin, the red panda hybrid, asks rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"It looks like a sugar glider- is it a hybrid?" Taehyung levels his eyes with the towel the panther hybrid set the animal down on. "Safe to say so, I mean, sugar gliders aren't exactly common around here and it looks pretty beat up too. But don't touch it, could have rabies or something." Yoongi mumbles his warning and the room falls silent when Seokjin comes back with a first aid kit, opening it up to clean a few cuts he could see and wiping the blood off of its fur. 

The animal squeals when the small alcohol soaked cotton bud meets the first cut but that's the only sound it makes as Seokjin backs up for a moment only to come back and finish cleaning it up. "It's so cute." Jimin coos at it gently stroking it's back with his index finger when it's eyes shoot open and it bolts forward fumbling off the marble countertop and towards the upstairs.

"Fuck! Someone grab it!" Yoongi yells as it slips through his fingers for a second time.

All seven of them scramble around the living room lurching forward to grab the slippery creature before it bolts upstairs and out of sight. "Way to go panda! What did I say? Don't. Fucking. Touch. It." Yoongi growls at the hybrid pronunciating his last sentence with authority causing Jimin's ears the flatten against the top of his head. "How was I supposed to know it would freak out like that hyung?" The panther rolls his eyes as he stalks upstairs with Namjoon and Seokjin in tow.

The three of them spend half the morning looking for the hybrid and Seokjin has to call into work for the day. Even Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook start looking for it after being berated by the panther hybrid.

Yoongi glares at the red panda hybrid every time he crosses his path, Jimin keeps his head down his cheeks a light shade of pink, the only time Yoongi has ever looked at him like that was when he was being a little brat in bed and even then it was a little scary. "Hey guys? I think I found it."

Everyone bolts towards their shared bedroom to meet the wolf hybrid standing at the end of their bed pointing upwards to the canopy above it, they can see a small round shadow sitting in the middle. Seokjin is the last to arrive as he just got off the phone with the law firm he works at.

Looking upwards he swats the wolf hybrid away from the edge of the bed quietly calling out to the sugar glider. "Hey it's okay honey, we won't hurt you we just want to help, please come down baby." He coos in hopes his soft words will convince the animal to come down, the others gather around the bed as the small shadow shifts over to a bedpost looking over the edge for a solid minute.

"That's it sweetheart be care-" Seokjin doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before it jumps off and lands in Jungkook's soft curly black hair between his floppy bunny ears with a thump that's barely audible. "Oh my god! Jesus fucking Christ on a stick! Warn me next time, squeak or something." Seokjin grasps his chest crumpling his dress shirt in his hand like he just had a heart attack leaning against Namjoons chest and the wolf scents the top of his head wrapping his older mate in his arms trying to calm his frayed nerves. 

"I think it likes me hyung, it's so cute! Can we keep it?" Jungkook beams with a bright smile as Taehyung attempts to lift the petrified sugar glider from his head but it grips onto Jungkook's curls tighter causing the tiger hybrid to pull his hair by association.

The bunny doesn't seem to mind probably because he's used to his long curls being pulled on. "I don't know Kookie, we have to see if it has an owner first but, for the time being I guess it's staying on your head because it doesn't seem to want to move." 

Seokjin ends up making it to work albeit few hours late but he gets there nonetheless leaving his six mates to deal with the new hybrid in the house until he can find out if it has an owner or not.

Meanwhile, at the house everything proceeds as normal well, minus the sleeping hybrid that has moved from Jungkooks curls to the hood of his jacket. "I hope Jin is able to keep the glider, it's cute and seems to like cuddling just like bun does." 

Hoseok rests his head in the palm of his hand as he watches their youngest mate play video games with Taehyung in the living room from the island in the open kitchen. "I hope it does have an owner, one less mouth to feed." Yoongi groans crossing his arms against his chest he's not exactly angry with the mysterious hybrid that just appeared in his mates rose bushes last night he's more along the lines of apprehensive for lack of a better word.

"Careful Yoons, jealousy is so not your color." Jimin chuckles patting the older hybrids leg he's been laying on in the breakfast nook for the past hour. "I'm not jealous of the damn thing, just annoyed." He growls pushing the panda off his lap and onto the hard floor.

"Hey, that hurt!" Jimin pouts crossing his own arms looking up at the panther from the cold tile floor. "Then don't say stupid shit." He quips back a small smirk forming on his lips as Jimin picks himself up off the floor and onto one of the barstools at the end of the island in the kitchen with a huff.

"Would it be so bad though? I mean granted we don't know if the hybrid is male or female but does it really matter at the end of the day? There has to be a reason you guys found it shifted into its animal form this morning." 

While that was true, hybrids didn't normally shift into their animal counterparts unless it's willingly or by copious amounts of stress on their bodies, the reason this helpless little sugar glider made it into their mates bushes either last night or early this morning was something the hybrid would have to tell them when it felt safe enough to do so and that could take anywhere from hours to weeks, maybe even months.

"We just have to show the glider it's safe here with us that's it." Namjoon chimes in shrugging his broad shoulders and making his way to the fridge for a fresh glass of orange juice pausing for a moment when Jimin tells him what Yoongi did to him just a minute ago asking the wolf kiss his elbow to make it feel better only for him to blow on it.

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A few hours have gone by and the glider has been on full alert the entire time running around out of pure survival instincts and the once calm household turns chaotic as all hell breaks loose when the damn thing makes it to the ceiling fan a good foot or so farther off the ground than the bedpost from it's prior freak out.

"What the hell did you guys do this time?" Yoongi shouts at nobody in particular because they were all just sitting in the living room quietly watching a random youtube video when the poor thing ran out of Jungkooks hood scratching the back of his neck in the process. 

"What do you mean? We didn't do anything! It just started wigging the fuck out!" Hoseok yells back as they all stare up at the fan hoping, praying even, that the heavy breathing sugar glider doesn't fall off of the fan blade as it slowly spins around.

"Did we get too loud? Maybe that's the problem, it doesn't like loud noises." Jimin proposes as he cautiously watches the scene above him with a towel at the ready to catch the hybrid if it does end up falling.

A few more minutes go by with all six of them keeping a close eye locked onto the fan above them, even talking in hushed tones to be extra safe. Even Yoongi is internally freaking out for the safety of the glider that's practically knocking on death's door, with one slip of it's tiny paw it's a goner for sure.  

Seokjin walks through the door of his home toeing off his shoes next to the messy pile by the door, with a deep sigh he starts putting the shoes back on the rack, after he was done he barely puts his keys into the bowl on the table in front of him before he hears Namjoon yell.

"Fuck! No don't-" His sentence cut short followed by a hard thud and muffled groan which causes Seokjin to mentally say to hell with it  dropping his briefcase and coat onto the floor sprinting into the open living room to find his mates looking a little worse for wear and Jimin laying face first on the carpet with a towel stretched out in his arms, located within said towel is the ever troublesome sugar glider. 

"I thought it was going to sleep all day, what the hell happened while I was at work?" He scans the room, looking between his six mates before Yoongi angrily snaps at him, something he hasn't done since Seokjin found him in an alleyway beaten half to death all those years ago. "Your little chaos squirrel happened! It won't stop going haywire at every single loud noise! It just jumped from the ceiling fan for fuck sake Jin!" 

Yoongi yells pointing from the fan to the panda hybrid who is now sitting up curling the towel around the trembling glider. "Well I guess you'll be happy to know that she has owners who are very worried and want her home as soon as possible! No more chaos! Are you fucking happy Min Yoongi?"

Seokjin snaps using Yoongi's full government name as his eyes start to gloss over. The fact that he thought screaming at him would get anything done hurt his heart but what hurt him the most was knowing exactly who her owner is, a disgusting old man with a nasty habit of using hybrids for his own gain or worse his own perverted desires.

The house goes quiet, so quiet in fact you could hear a pin drop and it would still be too loud, the seven of them almost forgetting about the small creature tucked away in Jimin's arms. "Jin baby, I'm sor-" Seokjin raises his hand and Yoongi stops talking before he even begins, walking over to Jimin whose ears lay flat against his head with his tail wrapped tightly around his waist from all the yelling, holding onto the towel for dear life. 

"Chimmy, hand her over, she needs to go home." Seokjin holds his hands out waiting for the panda hybrid to hand the glider over to him but he refuses to release her. "Can't she stay one night? Her scent is rancid Jinnie, she's terrified and started squirming in my arms the second you mentioned her owners. Please, just one night?" Jimin all but begs at Seokjin's feet to let her stay, he didn't even know her name or her story yet the pink haired hybrid clearly wasn't ready to let her go just yet. Seokjin puts his hands on his hips with a long sigh pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Just for tonight then she goes back to her own home." He says through gritted teeth, the panda hybrids eyes light up and he opens the towel unable to hide his excitement. "Did you hear that glider? You get to stay even if it is just for tonight!" He exclaims his tone somewhat sad, though the glider hardly moves until she catches a glimpse of the bunny hybrid and his soft off white floppy ears quickly jumping from the towel and running straight up his muscular body, into his long curly hair nuzzling into the base of his ears causing him to thump his foot repeatedly on the ground, laughing happily with his big bunny smile gracing his handsome face.

Later that night after they had eaten take out from a local pizzeria and fed the glider some fruit which she happily scarfed down so fast Seokjin thought she was going to choke. They're all laying in bed quietly huddled against each other for warmth, the sugar glider is happily tucked away within Jungkooks hood once again, letting out the softest of purrs.

"Jin?" Yoongi whispers into Seokjins ear as he nuzzles his nose onto the nape of his neck, his mate doesn't reply right away and keeps his back turned to him. 

"Baby please, I said I was sorry." The panther wraps his arms around his mates middle giving him a light squeeze causing the older man to chuckle. "I know honey, it's just- I happen to know her owner-" Seokjin pauses to roll over and face Yoongi tracing shapes onto his bare chest as Yoongi's jet black tail curls around his leg.

"Her owner is a no good backstabbing motherfucker, gets what he wants how he wants jackass, overweight perverted bastard that the firm just can't seem to pin down."

Yoongi stares at him for a moment, never has he heard such colorful words to describe a human leave his gentle mates mouth in rapid succession like this, it was actually kinda hot, though he wouldn't say that out loud not at the moment anyway.

"You out of all of us should know what her home life is like with scum like him." Which of course he did know, Yoongi came from a home similar to hers, some rich fuck wanted an exotic hybrid only to use and abuse him for years until one night when he finally let his animalistic instincts take over, almost killing the man and his wife in the process which caused him to be beaten bloody by his thugs and thrown onto the streets to die. 

"I wish you would've told me that earlier." He says calmly pulling his mate closer laying his head onto his toned chest. "You didn't let me get a word in before you started yelling at me." Seokjin whispers and sheepishly looks up at the panther who is already staring down at him.

"I said I was sorry baby, please don't tell me you're still mad at me because I don't think I can take it much longer." Feigning pain rather dramatically like the tiger or coyote hybrid would have, he receives a light slap on his shoulder. "You're too serious to be this dramatic Yoons. Leave the theatrics to Hobi and Tae will you?" Yoongi flashes his gummy smile before giving his mate a rather long apologetic kiss before turning the light out behind him.

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Early the next day Seokjin wakes up to the sound of snoring rather than his shrill alarm, it was Saturday and the sun was shining right into his eyes as it rose up into the warm colored sky.

He untangles himself from both the panther and wolf hybrid who had wiggled his way against his back sometime in the night, standing to his full height and rolling out his broad shoulders he makes his way into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and his doing his skin care routine.

Once finished he walks back to the bed to take one last look at his lovers, his mates, all curled onto the bed before he leaves the room only something was different, a tuft of hair to be exact, a bright color he's not used to seeing laying in his bed cuddled into Jungkooks chest with his arms curled tightly and protectively around her shoulders under the covers.

He steps over to the opposite side of the bed and pulls the blankets back a little causing her to shiver and the soft, slightly pointed ears on top of her head to twitch at the unwelcomed cold air that hits her hot skin.

Seokjin freezes hoping he didn't just wake her up but he relaxes once more when her head turns a little giving him full view of her face. He could tell she was young no older than twenty-three maybe, her sun kissed skin held a few tiny constellations on her cheekbones, her pouty lips were dry and cracking in the corners from dehydration and her obviously once chubby cheeks were sunken in like she hadn't been able to eat anything for days, weeks maybe.

What he didn't particularly like was the flashy collar weighing heavily on her neck not only that but the marks and bruises left on what he could see of her body by who, god only knew at this point. 

Seokjin lays the blanket back over her giving the glider a forehead kiss as Jungkook absentmindedly pulls her back against his body, his snoring slowly getting louder and louder the more his subconscious pulls him back into the dreaming world. 

Ever so leisurely, as is the norm on the weekends for the seven mates, one by one they wake up after Seokjin has had his cup of coffee and is making a savory smelling breakfast in the kitchen, walking around him to make sure they didn't bump into him because the last time, Namjoon was in the kitchen he had bumped Seokjin's elbow and what was supposed to be the gravy for the biscuits he was baking in the oven turned into a new paint job for the stove and the wall behind it. 

"Is Kookie going to come down or do I need to pry him off of her?" Seokjin teases the bunny hybrid who isn't here to defend himself as Jimin is the last one besides the two still in bed to arrive at the table for breakfast.

"Probably, I mean he's stuck to her like bees on honey, I tried to wake him up but he refuses to budge an inch." Jimin replies sitting down in his respective seat between Yoongi and Taehyung. 

Seokjin places the last bowl of food onto the table taking the apron Namjoon bought for him on valentine's day last year off, hooking it next to the other five before sauntering off to the bedroom.

Seokjin quietly makes his way to the closet taking out a plain shirt, a roll of unused boxers and some sweat pants for the sugar glider hybrid to put on, only now realizing he doesn't even know her name. "How could I not think to ask that bastard her name yesterday? Stupid." 

Upon closing the closet door his gaze is met with a very skittish wide awake hybrid and to make things more awkward she was naked, clutching the duvet against her chest. The bunny hybrid nowhere within his line of sight.

Taking a deep breath he approaches her with caution because if her human form is anything like her sugar glider counterpart she will run and she will climb anything to get away from whatever or whoever came towards her. 

Her actions surprise him further when she just stares at him with wide pale blue eyes keeping track of his every move. Her eyes darting everywhere at once pausing briefly on the closed bathroom door only to land back on Seokjin.

"Hey darling, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, here." He sets his clean clothes onto her lap giving it a light tap. "These are for you, I'm assuming Kookie is in the bathroom?" He asks her quizzically, she opens her mouth only to close it again hesitantly nodding just as the bunny hybrid comes out of the bathroom tying his basketball shorts to fit his narrow waist.

"Morning Y/n, I'm sorry if I woke you up. Oh, good morning hyung." Jungkook smiles his big bunny-like grin before walking towards the pair on the bed giving Seokjin a kiss on the lips and Y/n a peck on the forehead a pink blush creeping onto her cheeks. "I'll see you downstairs?" Seokjin smiles at his youngest mates show of affection towards her before quickly nodding his gentle features adorning his own unique grin. 

Downstairs in the breakfast nook the rest of the hybrids are making small talk while stuffing their faces with the breakfast their mate had cooked before the bunny hybrid hopped down the stairs with a pep in his step. "What's got your tail wagging this morning Kook?"

Although his tail was nothing but a soft cotton ball on his lower back it was indeed swinging back and forth at the speed of light it seemed. "She's so beautiful hyung, she's got these beautiful pale blue eyes and her hair, oh my god."

He stops to take his seat between Hoseok and Namjoon before he starts up again as Yoongi fixes him a plate. "Not to mention her heavenly scent, she smells like a lavender field and a pine tree forest with a hint of sweet coconut."

Jungkook practically swoons over the girl leaning onto Hoseok's shoulder as he covers his chest with a wistful gleam in his eyes. "Easy there lover boy, don't go getting yourself attached just yet, she's supposed to be going back to her owners today." The panther hybrid reminds him setting his full plate down in front of him and Jungkook digs in with a slight pout.

"Not if I have anything to say about it, did you see the bruises on her? Just the solid ring around her throat alone is enough to make me hunt the bastard down myself." Taehyung interjects pointing nowhere in particular with his fork, his deep voice laced with venom when he mentions her visible abuse.

Anyone with a pair of eyeballs could see she wasn't living in a happy home like they were. "Tae come on man, you're supposed to back me up here. We all knew what was going to happen once we woke up this morning." 

Yoongi's voice, always calm and serious, waivered as those last few words fell from his lips. "I don't care, I refuse to let her go back there only to be beaten and sexually abused by that poor excuse for a human. Someone should string him up by his toes and let all the blood rush to his head until he passes out or better yet, dies."

Though his out of pocket comment was oddly dark for the otherwise cheery hybrid, his feelings were mostly shared by the other five sitting at the table.

Seokjin arrives at the table finally able to put his ass in a chair for the first time this morning, shifting it forward to make himself a plate. "So? What's the verdict?" Yoongi deadpans not letting his only older mate take a bite of his food quite yet.

"I can't- I mean- just looking at her skin ruined by those dark purple bruises and cuts- not to mention that gaudy choker around her neck." He scoffs remembering how only moments ago exactly how difficult it was to convince her to take the son of a bitch off just to take a shower. 

"It's been so long since she's taken it off that it's caused an angry rash to form around her throat for fuck sake." He angrily throws the spoon back into the bowl and sits back in his chair with a thud, his mates catching his scent of stale bubblegum and burning vanilla sticks coming off of him in waves.

"I am not letting her go back to that place." He pauses briefly to take a bite of his lukewarm potatoes. "No chance in hell am I going to hand her over to her abuser when I can just as easily take him down in the courtroom if he so much as blinks in my general direction."

Seokjin can't growl like his mates but if they had to guess, it would sound like someone revving a diesel engine continuously, low and guttural if he could. 

The loud laughter rings throughout the house, floating through the air and quite infectious if Y/n had anything to say about it. "Funny bunny." Her voice is rough and hoarse but that doesn't stop her from giggling at the hybrid who had his chopsticks stuck in his mouth like a walrus making ungodly noises.

The seven of them turn their heads with wide eyes to face her completely bewildered by her small gravelly voice and smiling at her short frame standing with her little feet turned inwards, she was wearing the pair of boxers Seokjin had given her, they squeeze the top of her thick thighs with the shirt she was given hanging just below her chubby little stomach but it was all covered by Jungkooks hoodie that she had spent the night in. 

Her hair was long, bright and beautiful, her pale blue almost silver eyes shone brightly compared to her black glider eyes. "Morning sugar, we saved you a plate. Here take my seat and eat something, please?"

Y/n's head snaps in the direction of the coyote hybrid who is now standing behind his chair with his empty plate replaced by hers, she tries to hide away from the predator hybrid by running behind the kitchen island and sitting on the floor.

Jungkook stands from his seat, taking the chopsticks out of his mouth and rounding the kitchen island, kneeling beside her. "Hey baby it's okay, they're not going to hurt you. They just want to take care of you and I promise you they do a good job too, I mean look at me."

The bunny points to himself puffing his chest out with pride. "I couldn't be more than well taken care of now, do you want to sit next to me?" Jungkook flashes his bunny smile offering the skittish hybrid his hand in hopes she'll come out of her little hiding spot behind the counter. Y/n timidly looks between him and his tattooed hand a few times before she takes it and stands up waddling her way behind Jungkook over to the table where his six mates were waiting.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

”Who’s this then?” she asks, as if she doesn’t know, and only to hear the excitement in Jamie’s voice as he tells her all about Roy Kent.

She’s a City girl through and through and it is a little jarring to see different colours up on her wall, but that’s what being a parent is all about, isn’t it? Loving someone enough to love what they love, even if it turns out to be the captain of bloody Chelsea. 

--- 

Posters come and go, there are girls and footballers and other girls and other footballers and then others still, but Roy Kent stays where he is, slap bang in the middle and staring right at her with those weirdly intense eyes whenever she gets in the room to hoover.

Needs to relax a bit, that one, she thinks, more than once. For all the pictures and clips Jamie has shown her, she’s never seen Kent smile. Plays like a god, though, one of those vengeful ones, so she guesses she can see the attraction.

---

It’s obvious that Jamie’s not happy, and she’s not either, what with having him move down all the way to London to play for AFC Richmond of all teams. Still, she supposed a loan make sense, get him more minutes and bit of experience.

“Didn’t Roy Kent move there after he quit Chelsea?” she asks, and is pleased with the way Jamie’s eyes light up a little at that. “You’ll get to play together now.”

---

“He’s a nasty bastard. Right fucking bitter about not being as good as he was, yeah?”

She doesn’t hear much more about Roy Kent after that, not for another year or so. Doesn’t hear much from Jamie at all, really, not even after he returns to Manchester. When he does stop by – for Christmas, for her birthday – he talks about just about anything but football. Doesn’t mention fighting Kent on the pitch, doesn’t say a word about calling him a knob on national television.

Doesn’t take the poster down either, though, she notices when he’s gone.

---

“Jamie Tartt is a muppet and I hope he dies of the incurable condition of being a little bitch,” Roy Kent says and she’s already halfway out the sofa when Simon’s hand on her arm holds her back.

“If Jamie wants it down he’ll take it down,” her husband tells her.

---

She sees her son crouching, defeated, on Wembley grass, and her heart breaks for him. Two days later he’s outside her door and in her arms and he’s talking like he hasn’t talked to her since he was loaned to Richmond and her heart breaks for him all over again.

She can’t wish she had never gotten with his wanker of a father, for how can she, when she got Jamie out if? Still, there’s no stopping her from wishing James falls down a sewer and drowns in shit, gagging on it as he goes.

“And I’m just standing there, like I couldn’t move or something, right, but then Roy walks over and I though he was going to fucking punch me, but he just hugged me, like really tight, and I fucking bawled my eyes out. Dead embarrassing, it was, but… made me feel safe, too. Made me think of you.”

She stops flipping the poster off, after that

---

“So Roy offered to train me, special,” Jamie says, and she thinks it sounds a bit like torture personally, the things Kent is apparently having him do in the middle of the bloody night, but Jamie’s nothing but enthusiasm and barely contained pride so she’s happy for him.

---

She knows that other parents might have been surprised to see their son befriend and then bring home people whose pictures he still has on his wall, but their sons are not Jamie, are they?

Roy Kent proves far less domineering than she might have suspected. Doesn’t shout once, is polite about Simon’s baking, and tells her he loves her before he leaves. Definitively has some issues, but seems a nice enough lad for all of that.

--- 

Simon drives them down to London for Jamie’s 26:th birtday and it’s only the third time she’s ever been to his Richmond home. As she exits the car, Roy Kent exits Jamie’s front door and pauses at the sight of her.

“Hey,” he says, and it’s a bit endearing, the way he sounds unsure, like he doesn’t know what to make of her or how to act around her.

No need for any of that, though.

“There he is,” she exclaims, adding, “I’m going to hug you now,” before doing just that.

His body is solid and hard and held so fucking stiff, but after just a moment – surprisingly quickly, really – he relaxes into the embrace, like maybe it’s one he’s been wanting for a very long time. He holds her tight and she lets him and she can see what Jamie means about him being a great hugger.  

Eventually, she gently pulls back a little, so she can smile up at him as she says, “Thank you.”

Off his furrowed brow, she continues, “For what you’ve done for our Jamie. I know it’s meant a lot to him, you training him and being his friend and everything.” 

“Oh. Jamie’s told you about that, has he?”

And she must raise her eyebrows at that, kindly but incredulously. “Of course he has, love. Never shuts up about you, does he?”

As it turns out, Roy Kent does know how to smile after all.

[rrking]

Some General BG HCs

Me and my wifey often discuss Astarion things in real life, and there are a few that I thought I would share.

Spoiler warning⚠

Astarion

Random knowledge bank. Meeting your parents for the first time and your dad wants to talk about history? Ask Astarion, if he doesn't just know, he remembers.

Enjoys going to the library. Does not enjoy the rabble who also enjoy the library. You have to explain to him over and over about library cards and infrared scanners so he doesn't just nope out and steal the book. Also gets annoyed when books from his time are revised.

Don't want to touch the raw meat packaging? No worries, Astarion will lick it up for you. Imagine him leant against the kitchen counter sucking up the blood from that piece of paper at the bottom of the mince. (A wifey thought)

On the subject of blood, if you cut your finger in the house he will be licking that up for you with a leering grin. Dragging it out so he can watch how you roll your eyes at him.

Comes in late, as usual, but this time after taking out every fucking goose or pigeon in the local area. The council are unhappy. Astarion is ecstatic. Word of a bird plague is sweeping through the borough. You are not happy with Astarion. Astarion doesn't care about the council until they put your council tax up.

Glares out of the window at kids playing but won't admit they're kind of cute. Especially glarey when kids come to the door trick or treating. Bonus points if they're dressed as vampires... Maybe he'll compliment them. "Darlings, look at your adorable little capes! Does your mother know you lot are prancing around dressed like monsters?" Will absolutely deny any niceties when you look at him knowingly, a smirk appearing on your lips as you notice the bucket of sweets he's holding, still excited after giving the children far more than they needed. or asked for.

Moans and groans when you watch vampire films. "Darling, turn that nonsense off, would you? Were you curious about vampires, you have one right here."

Groans even more when you watch law and order style programs, particularly court ones. Bad memories. "And why did he not get the death sentence?!"

Serial social media meme stealer.

Always creeps up behind you when you are looking in the mirror, ready to scare you. Or shag you, you be the judge.

Gale

Want chippy but don't want to get up or wait for an order? Blink. Gale will blink there and back. What's faster than Uber Eats? Going via the Astral Plane.

100000% will make you a brew if you ask :) He turns up with your favourite mug and your drink exactly the way you like it.

The type of man to run you a hot bath ready when you get in from work or if you've had a hard day just because.

Definitely discovers Nivea for Men.

Remembers things like birthdays and anniversaries.

Sees shiny things and wonders if they're infused with the weave. Gazing through the jewellery shop window.

Suffers through Harry Potter at Christmas wondering where all the elegant wizards are.

Started a thing where you leave post it notes for one another with sweet nothings on. Today as you're walking past the calendar pinned to the kitchen wall, you spot a new post it note. This one is pink and bares Gale's graceful handwriting. It reads: "My most special one, everyday I wake up next to you I feel luckier than the last. Have a great day x" Such devoted notes leave you feeling warm inside.

Halsin

Prefers to buy 'living herbs' than ground jar ones because NATURE.

Is that person who goes past an adult shop and says loudly "let's go inside!"

Definitely gets stuck in garden chairs and the like due to being so massive. Don't get this man in a smart car.

Stands up at barbecues if the chair is too small. It probably is.

Literally has to be told to avoid the bear story to others because they will not understand but tells it anyway if he gets too drunk.

Actually finds it quite difficult to adapt to modern society almost more than Lae'zel.

If you live in the countryside, Halsin definitely finds it a little easier, but if you live in the city he is constantly asking questions. The thing that catches his eye today is a statue above the bank door - a lion with a key in his mouth. "Does that petrified displacer beast not wish to return to the wilderness?" "Halsin, that is a statue of a lion with a key in it's mouth." "...Oh. Why does it guard a key?" You look at him curiously, unsure of how to answer such an innocent question. "It's just HSBC's thing... I don't actually know."

Struggles to find clothes that actually fit.

Will share you a meme you tagged him in and never truly understand the new technology.

Totally enjoys long walks and feeding ducks. Eats all of the bread.

Tries to speak to the animals at the zoo. (Wifey)

Incosolably weeps at nature programs. Very confused when you try to explain that nature has to take it's course for them to film.

First thought upon seeing CGI animals dancing and talking : "IT'S A DRUID!"

Votes Green Party.

Lae'zel

Lae'zel struggles the most to integrate into modern society.

She takes up some form of fighting WWE and does not understand why the fighters don't actually hurt each other.

She complains about this after making absolute bank of course. "Ch'k! These istik talk about fighting for glory - Yet they simply roughhouse for pitiful coin." "Yeah, but look at how famous you are, Lae'zel..." Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'.

Hates ood in Doctor Who for obvious reasons. "Tsk'va, ghaik!"

Wifey came up with 'Bae'zel'.

Karlach

Believes stupid spam emails you have to send onto others. (Wifey thought of this)

Shares that post of the missing dog on the other side of the world who was found 3 years ago.

Discovers TikTok, only shares animal videos and smashes TikTok dances.

Discovers aircon. 🥺

Discovers hot wing challenges... Excels at said hot wing challenges. and collects all the t shirts for winning food challenges.

Shadowheart

Posts things on Facebook like 'Shar/Selune keeps me in check. Like, share and comment 'Praise be to Shar/Selune' if she keeps you in check." Definitely gets flamed by the others.

Ends up with cute hobbies like paper quilling and crafts. Makes things for you. "You've really improved your crochet, Shadowheart! What is this one called?" Gives him a simple name like Bob or Clyde and puts him with the rest, cramming the mantle with them.

[prettyboysun]

just another love song (about you)

•°. *࿐ choi beomgyu x reader

༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ bf headcanons

// fluff, cursing, a tad bit angst, suggestive/some nsfw parts 🫢 beomgyu is just so lovable it hurts // 600~ words

💌🧃🪨🪽

• beomgyu who calls u the most random nicknames just to piss u off “hey my fluffy pink poodle” “what about me is even pink” “okay cheesy fried chicken”

• loves to come up from behind you and just hold you. puts his hands under your shirt for warmth and lazily peppers kisses around your nape. when he’s feeling a bit silly he’ll draw shapes on your waist and let out weird moans in ur ear just to rile you up.

• loves to go out for dates in the rain w you. INSISTS on holding the umbrella. you have this thing together where you sprint home in the rain just for the fun of it. when you’re finally under shelter he’ll grab your face and kiss the life out of you like it’s a movie

• loves it when you play with his hair and do little braids and ponytails “makes me feel like a princess :>” as he does a twirl

• you call him babygirl and he pouts and tells u not to call him that but u know he secretly loves it

• Has a habit of putting his own food on your plate and when you tell him he needs to stop it and eat more he goes “but seeing my baby eat so well makes me happy ☹️”

• sleepily sing songs w you in bed, humming to the quiet lyrics while you both drift off to sleep

• always calls/facetimes u after dropping you off from a date, he’s just so happy to have spent time w you and already misses u

• he can’t help but cry into ur arms when u hold him and reassure him of how perfect he’s doing and that he shouldnt have to carry so much of a burden on his shoulders

• u guys randomly bite each other. sometimes it turns into all out zombie wars.

• ofc he teaches u how to play his guitar ☹️☹️ wears the pretty guitar pick you got for him as a birthday present as a necklace

• loves leaving marks on you. and vice versa. it’s like a competition to wake up in the morning and see who’s left more hickeys on the other (makes out w u in the morning just so he can leave more)

• he buys fruit flavored lip balms for you guys to share (ofc so he can kiss it off you) bought a pack of weird flavors like pickle juice or hot sauce for you on Christmas. u threw it at him when you unwrapped it.

• he quickly gave you the pretty necklace he saved up many paychecks for 😔💔

• pokes your waist or butt whenever he walks past you

• the necklaces do something to you guys. it’s so hot when the guitar pick necklace hangs over you when he’s hovering on top of you 😳 he loves to see the dainty little necklace rest on your bare torso, tugs at it to get your attention (wants to look u in the eyes but u have them shut from the pleasure he’s giving u ☠️☠️)

• likes to think to himself that he loves u more than u love him and he doesn’t mind that at all because he’s sure he’ll love you forever, even if u stop loving him 😭😭😭😭😭 (GYU STOP BEINF A SIMP DONT THINK LIKE THAT)

• he makes you so happy and pisses u off so much and he just makes you so sad but only because you love him sooooo so fucking much

// in my 3am gyu hours rn 💔💔💔

[mikaleialt]

Coming Back to You | Minah Lee

Minah Lee x Reader

Cw: angst, smut, fluff. MDNI. MERRY CHRISTMAS @taruusmoon. <3, also I was waiting for Minah to poat the perfect picture for this pic and she finally did, look at how fucking hot she is!!!! And happy birthday to my girl Minah Lee.

"I'm just saying that I wish you could make time for me, even for just 10 minutes!"

Here you are again, you've been arguing with your girlfriend, Minah for the nth time this week. You two were supposed to be on a date today, but she ditched you last second because she "forgot" that her team had a scheduled meeting earlier on the same time of your dinner reservation at this restaurant.

Now you're both here in your apartment, 4 am in the morning, fighting like a wedded couple once again. Minah just got back from their "meeting" which you found out that is actually a party from the fact that your girlfriend reeks of alcohol.

"Babe, you know that we've been busy with the show right? We all need to be better, do you hear what people call us? We weren't even acknowledged by the other contestants, they were just calling us 'Bada and her students'." You scoff at your girlfriend's alibi, seriously you can't even comprehend how she could say that while slurring over her words, completely obvious that she is drunk.

"You don't have time? YOU DON'T TIME?" You couldn't contain your anger anymore, "YOU DON'T HAVE FUCKING TIME, BUT YOU HAVE TIME TO GO DRINKING AND PARTYING WHILE I WAS WAITING AT THE RESTAURANT FOR 2 FUCKING HOURS?!" Tears are streaming down your cheeks, when Minah sees this, something inside her snaps almost like her system sobers up immediately.

"Baby I—" you cut her off "Let’s break up" You said it, you finally said it.

You didn't let Minah say anything else as you already walked out off your apartment, leaving her behind.

That was 4 months ago, you moved back to your parents in Busan after your break up, you didn't even bother going back to your apartment for your things, knowing that you're just going to see Minah once again.

2

But fate has a different plan for you. You've blocked Minah on every single social media you have, and even her phone number, but you're still somehow in touch with her leader, Bada as she is also your dance mentor. So when you received a text from her, inviting you to attend the On the Stage: Busan concert of SWF 2, your mind is split in two.

You balanced out the pros and cons of your options: You want to go to show your support to your dance teacher, but you'll see your ex again; but you can go there and show that you hold no ill will towards her, but you are also not ready to talk to her again.

You sighed in frustration as you picked up your phone and typed in your response, you just hope that you won't regret this later on.

Now here you are, sitting amongst the crowd as the teams of Street Women Fighter 2 performs on stage. You are thankful because you get to watch the performance live and you didn't get to see Minah for the most part, trying to focus on other dancers like the international crew, Jam Republic and Tsubakill, and a some dancers you're close with like Harimu from 1Million and JJ from Deep 'N Dap.

You were screaming, cheering on everyone's performance, but that is until one of the audiences' most awaited performance: Bebe's Global Artist Performance.

Cockiness (I like it) by Rihanna started playing as the stage lights illuminated the 7 girls on the center of the stage, they were all wearing a burlesque inspired outfit which really suited each one of them. You looked at the big screen and the camera immediately focuses on the person you've been wanting to avoid the most

Minah did her iconic intro once the music start and everyone around screams. You wanted to divert your focus on the other members but after seeing your hot ex girlfriend dance in that outfit, you felt your heart flutter for the first time again, almost forgetting the fact that you guys broke up a few months ago.

Not too long, the concert then concluded, all the SWF 2 teams says their goodbye to the audience and finally made their way to each to their changing rooms.

As you are on your way out of the arena, your phone buzzes from your pocket, indicating you received a text message. You fished out your phone and seeing the notification was from Bada

"There's an after party tonight, wanna come?"

You are in the same situation again as when you are invited by Bada to attend the concert. You balanced out your options once again. With the concert only you can see Minah, but you can't interact with each other which you are grateful for, but going to the after party would mean that you will be seeing and interacting with your ex-girlfriend, and that is too much for you.

You were about to type in your answer, when a familiar voice calls out to your name.

"Y/N~!" You looked at the direction where you heard the voice and saw the tall woman running towards you.

"Unnie I—" before you could even say anything she immediately pulled you to the van where the rest of team Bebe is already at, making you seat next to Lusher who is sitting next to Minah. Guess you don't really have a choice.

Just great. You thought to yourself, the rest of the Bebe girls are all talking to each other with you occasionally joining in but you couldn't really say anything else, not when you literally feel the presence of Minah near you. You are thankful enough that Lusher is seated between the two of you.

Or so you thought...

"Y/n-ie can we switch seats, I don't like seating in the middle" You looked at the poor Lusher, she's getting pale due to the uncomfortable situation. Reluctantly you let her switch seats with you, but as soon as you sat down once again, your body tenses up as soon as you brushed your arm against Minah.

She looks at you and offered a bittersweet smile before looking outside the window, minding her own business. The light from the streetlights outside cascades on Minah features, you can't help but stare at her, her now black hair that used to be dyed orange suits her better, and you can see that she wears a subtle dark eye makeup, similar to the make up she wore on their performance.

You were in a trance as you stare at her until you heard snickering behind you, Kyma, Che-Che and Sowoen were right behind you, laughing at how awestruck you are at Minah. Minah heard this also and looks at you before looking at the girls at the back.

The giggling stops as you all arrived at the party venue, the rest of the teams are inside already. Once you got in, you noticed that the members from the other teams also have their own plus one, some are their close friends, while some seems like their partners as you noticed Babysleek’s husband is also here.

The party went on, people drinks and get drunk, some dances and grinds to each other on the dance floor, and soon you too finally let loose and starts partying.

It was way past midnight now and the party is still at its peak, ‘though some are already passed out aka mostly the youngest of each team except for Haechi and Rena who are still partying like wild animals on the dance floor. You however starts to gets dizzy as the song Meddle About by Chase Atlantic blasted on the speakers, the alcohol finally getting through your systems as you now feel quite high from drunkenness. Nevertheless, you still kept dancing on the dance, grinding on the person you now failed to recognize due to the alcohol.

Unbeknownst to you the girl you are shaking your ass on is none other than Minah, her hands are on your waist as she guides your hips to match her rhythm. “Fucking hell, Y/n you’re driving me crazy” she whispers against your ear. Only then do you recognize the voice but instead of flinching away, which what you would probably do if only you were sober, you lean in more to her touch.

Your back against her chest, as you sway your hips against hers, her hands loosely wrapped around your waist while your left hand sat above it, meanwhile your other hand is reaching for her face, trying to keep her head close to yours as she whispers sweet nothings to you.

“You are so fucking beautiful…” She takes in your scent as she presses her lips on your neck before dragging her tongue against your skin. An inappropriate sound escapes from your lips and you can feel your ex-girlfriend smirks against your neck as soon as she heard it.

Her hands traveled down to your pants and started touching hour aching pussy through it. You leaned your head back more, you almost forgot that you two are still in the middle of the dance floor, thankfully everyone is drunk enough to simply ignore what you two are doing.

~~~

“Fuck…taste so good”

Here you are now, your pants now draped below your knees as you sat on the bathroom’s sink, becoming a moaning mess as your ex-girlfriend dives in between your soaking wet cunt. Tongue deep inside you accompanied by two of her fingers, simultaneously thrusting in and out of you.

“M-Minah f—uck” You couldn’t contain your moans, the effects of the alcohol finally subsided, you are now more sober than you were earlier, but now you are high on pleasure as you are about to reach your orgasm.

“Taste so fucking good. I miss this pussy of yours” Minah muttered against your folds “did you missed getting eaten out like this baby?” she dives right back in and you replied with only a pornographic moan, which only encourage Minah more.

“Such a slut for me. Tell me did you regret breaking up with me?” Minah said as she thrust her fingers inside you in a fast pace. You are already fucked out of your mind, couldn’t even construct a proper sentence as you nod your head vigorously.

“Use your words, Y/n” she looks directly at you eyes, and you did the same. You saw that behind the lust in her eyes lays a sense of hopefulness, hoping that you are telling the truth.

“Yes—YES FUCK! I miss you so much, I’m sorry I left you—ack” You are cumming, you really are close. Minah thrusted her fingers faster, while she busied her mouth once again on sucking your clit. Soon a wave of pleasure gushes on your nerves. Your breathe staggers as your legs shakes from the orgasm, your juices sprayed on Minah’s face, god she even managed to make you squirt. Minah stood up from her position and went up to kiss you which you willingly accepts.

“Please give me another chance, Y/n… I promise I’ll be better, I’ll never leave you alone again.” You saw the sincerity on her eyes and you answered her by pulling her again for a kiss.

Outside the bathroom is a poor Tatter who has been wanting to go to the bathroom for quite some time now, only to be welcomed by the moans of her best friends.

A/n: there you go @taruusmoon, I figured to just post it on Minah’s birthday instead but this also serves as your late Christmas present hope you liked it <3

[shotgunbunny]

lumberjack ari on his birthday, thinking his little wifey forgot about it just to come home and see that she decorated the whole house, cooked his favourite meals, made him a cake and wore his favourite outfit. i need this man SO bad

༻𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞༺

WC:829 GIF by Cevanscentral

{Warnings: non really!! Mentions of sex!!Very soft dark daddy}

ꨄAfter being with Ari for two years he expected you to remember his birthday, especially because you always went over the top to celebrate it.

ꨄ Last year you had decorated the house in cute little party decorations. You baked him a cake that you frosted and decorated yourself, and then you let Ari fuck you senseless however he liked, whenever he liked all night.

ꨄBut this year he didn't wake up to your kisses. He turned and saw you fast asleep, no doubt exhausted from the numerous amount of orgasms that he bestowed upon you last night.

ꨄHe sighed, it's fine if you forgot. He couldn't be mad because, he had kept you locked up for so long, he was sure that you were starting to loose track of what day it was. So with a grunt and a gentle kiss on your forehead he headed to work.

ꨄHowever the second Ari stepped out of that door you were determined. You were going to make this the best birthday ever.

ꨄ(because little did you both know but next year you'd be too busy on baby duty to even think about his birthday or your own.)

ꨄSo you first got changed into his favourite outfit ever and ofcourse it's lingerie: A babydoll that brought out the colour of your eyes and made you seem like a princess. It drove Ari crazy as he always imagined he was the big bad warrior devouring his cute, innocent little princess.

ꨄNow that you were dressed you knew that you had better get started on the cake. You had watched many videos on how to properly decorate and ice the cake and you were finally putting it to practice. Last years cake was adequate but it wasn't even close to being good in your eyes but this year you would make sure it was.

ꨄAs you were putting the cake in the oven you set a timer for 30 minutes and began to start hanging decorations, they were Christmas decorations since Ari wouldn't let you go into town to buy any new ones. So you made sure to stick to the crystal ones and avoid the green bauble. You'd allow the red because it was one of Ari's favourite colours.

ꨄAfter 30 minutes of wrestling with putting up the fairy lights, you headed back to the oven and pulled your cake out. It was perfect you just needed to leave it to cool for five minutes.

ꨄSo you grabbed the gift you made Ari and began to wrap it up. It wasn't much but you were so proud of it and you hoped Ari would like it.

ꨄWith a huff you wiped the sweat from your forehead and continued on your task.

ꨄWhen you were positive that it was done, you started to make Ari's favourite meal humming happily knowing that he'd be home soon.

ꨄAnd he was, He was home bang on time. He locked the car and headed in.

ꨄOnce he opened the door, his breathe caught in his throat and he felt his heart grow three sizes.

ꨄYou stood in the middle of the walkway with a blush on your cheeks and a smile on your face. "Happy birthday Ari!"

ꨄHe swooped you into his arms covering you in his kisses before finally kissing you properly. He pulled away and swiped some hair from your face. "My little wifey. You are utterly amazing. I love you so much. Look at how beautifully you've decorated! I definitely chose the perfect home maker. You make me so proud baby."

ꨄYou giggled and pulled him into the kitchen where his favourite meal sat. He smiled wider and sat down to eat with you. "You're spoiling me princess, you know that's my job."

ꨄAfter you were done, you looked at him nervously before you quickly got up and disappeared before returning with the gift. You shakily handed it to him feeling so nervous.

ꨄAri opened it and his heart skyrocketed. You had made a photo frame and the photo encased was one from last year when Ari had come home from work and wanted to dance with you. And you had sneakily gotten a picture but it was so worth it.

ꨄ"Oh princess. You take my breath away. You're so fucking perfect."

ꨄYou blushed so hard and then brought the cake in which Ari complimented so much that you were actually so proud.

ꨄAnd then when it was all done, you took his large hand and led him upstairs which he eagerly followed.

ꨄ Although it was his birthday and he wanted you to please him, he couldn't help but feel the need to please you. You had gone above and beyond for him and he wanted to repay you by doubling the amount of orgasms you had yesterday.

ꨄAnd boy, this man did not pull out. He stayed inside until he got hard and then fucked you senseless again, he just needed to hear you and be in you.

I wanna thank everyone for 1k followers!! I never thought I'd get that many ever! I'm glad you all like my writing bc it means the whole world to me!! Smooches -Fera

[medusapelagia]

Christmas 1985

Celebrating another birthday with another little fic! This one is for @lemonhitsu's birthday, inspired by his incredible art! You can find the image HERE!

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve /Billy TW: no one Words: 2273

"I fucking hate Christmas!" Billy sighs, trying to find a free spot in the parking lot. 

Everyone in Hawkins is at the mall, looking for Christmas presents, and now he's there as well. And guess whose fault it is?

Maxine, obviously.

Because she decided that she needed a special present for her stupid boyfriend. Boyfriend. As if a relationship between two fourteen-year-olds meant anything at all. Max will definitely dump him in a few weeks, she's too cool for that little nerd.

But Susan asked Billy to drive her. She even promised to make him his favorite plate for dinner, and Billy, begrudgingly, agreed. That’s why he’s driving around the parking lot looking for a parking place.

"Stop the car! Stop the car!" Max yells, pointing at a car in front of them that just turned the lights on, "They're leaving!" she announces happily and Billy groans, both annoyed at the idea that he'll have to get inside the mall and relieved that he won't have to drive around the stupid parking lot once more.

As the car starts to move, Billy sees another vehicle moving in the direction of his spot, so he quickly speeds up and parks his Camaro in a swift maneuver.

"Fuck! I told you that asshole was going to steal our place!" a kid's voice says, and when Billy Leaves the car, ready to fight, he recognizes a familiar Beemer.

"Harrington?"

"Hey, Billy! I'm surprised to see you at the mall. I thought you hated this place."

"I do, but Max wants to buy a present for…"

"For mom!" she interrupts him, "A present for mom. And Billy was so kind as to offer to come with me."

Steve lifts an eyebrow, unconvinced, but nods.

"Ok, you know what? Why don't you go to the mall with Billy and Max, Dustin? I still have to find a parking space."

"Steve! You promised! You promised to help me find the right present for Suzy!"

"I know, I know. And I will. I swear! But maybe Billy and Max can help you and then I'll give you my opinion?" Dustin crosses his arms in front of his chest, annoyed, "Listen, Dustin, you can stay in the car with me but I don't know how long it will take to find a parking space. The time that you could spend inside the mall actively looking for a present. So. What do you say?"

Dustin muffles something about how unfair the situation is and that the parking space was theirs, but in the end, he leaves the car, slamming the door to piss Steve off.

"Kids." Steve sighs, then he waves at the guys and starts to drive, still looking for a place to park his car.

"Suzy, huh? How come she hasn't dumped you yet?" Billy asks while they get inside the mall.

"She didn't and she won't. Our love is too special!" Dustin replies, glaring offended at Billy.

"Good for you. Ok, Steve isn't here, so go where the hell you want and I'll see you both here at the food area in an hour."

"An hour? But it's not enough!" Max protests, "You promised me..."

"I promised to drive you to the mall and to drive you back. No one said anything about time. Now scram. This place is packed." Billy replies, Walking toward the movie theater.

When he was a kid they had a tradition, after the Christmas lunch, his mom used to drive him to the movie theater to see a Christmas comedy.

Billy’s family traditions weren’t really common, but he loved them nevertheless.

In the last couple of weeks of November, his mom and he used to go to the beach and look for little sticks carried by the waves and some seashells to make their little Christmas tree. It was nothing fancy, just a series of small branches kept together by rope and glue gun and a few seashells, but Billy was always eager to go to the beach with his mom. He couldn't wait to take off his shoes and run on the damp sand, looking for the best seashells for their three.

But after she left there were no more trees in Billy’s house. Neither real nor made of sticks. And no more movies either. Just a boring day with his father and some overcooked, if not burnt, premade food.

Even now, that Neil was finally in prison for domestic violence, there wasn’t a tree in Billy’s house. Susan tried to ask him if he wanted to choose one at the local tree farm with Max, but both of them had expressed their disgust at the idea, so no Christmas Tree for the Harringrove-Mayfield family.

The mall was full of red and green decorations, families, and Children. And reindeers. So many fucking reindeer.

The shop assistants were wearing reindeer antlers headbands, the shops are full of sweaters with reindeer, pillows decorated with reindeer, and even little reindeer earrings.

Billy looks at the earrings, thinking that they are something Susan might like. She was so sad when Max and Billy refused to buy a Christmas Tree and she was so nice to him since Neil finally left the house. She even helped him get the job at the garage, so he grunts and asks one of the shop assistants to make a little package for him. He buries the little box in his back pocket and leaves the shop, finding Max eating an ice cream and waiting for him.

"Did you buy a present for Steve?"

If there's another person who despises Christmas as much as Billy does it's Steve.

"No. He hates Christmas. Why do you ask?"

"I saw you buying some kind of jewel and asking for a package."

"They are earrings. For Susan."

Max stares at him in confusion, "For Mom?"

"Yeah. The woman who cooks for us every day? And that kept me in her house? You know that woman?"

Max nods, licking her ice cream.

"Isn't it too cold for ice cream?"

"It's never too cold for ice cream!" she proudly declares.

"You done?" Billy asks, looking at the bag at her feet.

"I'm done. Now I can help you."

"Help me with what?"

"Searching a present for Steve, shithead!"

"I already told you! He hates…"

"He's going to invite you for Christmas. I know it, the boys know it, Mom knows it. And you can't get there without a present."

"He's… what?"

"Come on!" Max says, grabbing Billy's hand and dragging him toward every single shop in the mall with no success. Steve is so rich that whatever he might need he already has it, apart from…

"I'm not going to buy a fucking reindeer sweater." Billy declares, crossing his arms.

"Come on! It will be fun! I'm sure he doesn't have one and I'm sure Steve will love it! He's such a dork!"

"He's not a dork, he's a jock, and jocks don't wear reindeer sweaters."

"Not even this one?" Max asks with a grin, grabbing a red sweater in the back of the shop.

It takes a moment for Billy to understand what he's looking at, but when he does he bursts out in a loud laugh.

"You could buy matching ones!" Max excitedly declares.

Billy grabs the sweater from her hands, "You're too young for this, shit bird. But it's fun. I'll give you that. But I don't know if I feel comfortable buying a sweater with two reindeer having sex as a present for someone."

"So boooring! Well, you could buy him the green one." she insists, "Red and green are Christmas colors, and red is your color. It makes your eyes pop."

Billy looks at his clock: if really Harrington is going to invite him for Christmas dinner, and if Max says so he has no reason to doubt it, he needs a present, and maybe that sweater isn't that bad.

"Fucking reindeer." Billy snarls, going to pay for the sweater. 

The checkout boy snorts when he sees the red sweater, so Billy pays as fast as he can and gets back to the car, catching a glimpse of Harrington and Dustin in front of a flower shop.

If the boy thinks they can send some plants to Utah, he's not the Genius Billy thought he was.

*** 

The days before Christmas pass in a blur. Everyone in town needs their car checked, so before Billy knows it, it's Christmas Day.

Max is old enough that she doesn't need all the Santa Claus pantomime, and they simply exchange gifts before lunch. Susan gives him an envelope with some money, to buy himself what he wants, while Max takes a crumpled packet from her school bag. Once Billy tears the paper he finds himself staring at the new AC/DC album.

"Thought you might like it. But if not I can change it."

Billy grunts, getting threateningly close to Max who instinctively steps back, but is not quick enough. Billy grabs her and hugs her tight, hiding his face in her red hair, "Thank you shitbird. I'll drive you to that stupid skateboard shop in Indy, ok?"

"Yeah. I'd like that," she replies, hugging him back.

They have a nice lunch, nothing too crazy because it's just the three of them, and in the afternoon Steve, Dustin, and Lucas come to take Max to the Wheelers.

"There's a place for one more if you want," Steve says, giving him a knowing look.

Steve and Billy have been hanging out since the night Max got lost in the woods after being hunted down by a stray dog and their friendship slowly became something more… personal.

"Give me a sec," Billy replies, going to his room to wear the red sweater under his jacket and grab the bag with the green one.

After a little fight with Dustin, who proudly declares he has shotgun privileges for life, Steve manages to convince him to sit in the back with Max and Lucas and drives them to the Wheeler house.

"Dustin's mom will come to get you, ok?" Steve says once they get there.

"Ok. Now go! We want to have fun!" Max answers, pushing the boys out of the car.

"My place?" Steve asks Billy with a wink, and Billy nods, staring out of the window. 

"Someone snitched, huh?" Steve sighs his eyes on the road.

"Max gave me a long lecture if that's what you mean," Billy replies, drawing a little heart on the fogged glass.

"I want you to know something before we get inside," Steve says, parking the car in the garage, and Billy slowly turns toward him.

"What?" 

Billy braces himself, ready to be rejected, holding the passenger seat so hard that his knuckles whiten.

"I bought a Christmas tree. A big one. Dustin insisted and the boy helped me decorate it so… I have a Christmas Tree."

"Ok."

"And... well you'll see it. Are you ok with the Christmas Tree? It's not… well his huge. And it clashes terribly with the furniture but… I like it." Steve admits, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm out of shape but I'm pretty sure I can still beat a Christmas Tree if it tries to attack us."

"God, Max was right. You are a huge grumpy cat." Steve chuckles, getting out of the car and stepping toward the door that connects the garage with the inside of the house.

"Am I what? I'm not! I'm fucking not! Ok? Harrington! Harrington!" Billy yells, and when he gets into the living room Steve is kneeling at the base of a huge Christmas Tree, plugging it in.

A series of shining lights projects colorful shadows on the walls.

"It's beautiful." 

"You're beautiful," Steve replies, yanking some hair behind Billy's ear. "Take off your jacket. It's too hot inside."

Billy stalls for a moment, but then he opens his jacket and Steve starts to guffaw.

"Oh my god! Where did you find it?" He asks.

"No questions, ok? I have one for you too."

"Like yours?"

"No. I was worried it was too much for a present."

"Yeah, fucking reindeer… literally fucking reindeer!" Steve keeps laughing, holding his stomach with one hand, while he wipes away the tears with the other.

He keeps laughing even while he puts on the green sweater that surprisingly fits him very nicely.

"Ok. Ok." Steve says when he can breathe again, “I have something for you too.” He tells Billy, grabbing a little packet with a red bow that’s bigger than the package itself.

“Are you proposing, Harrington?” Billy mocks him, grabbing the package. He tears the cheerful paper, Robin wrapped it, Steve explains, and when he finally opens the package Billy’s speechless. 

Inside the little box, there’s a key. A house key. Steve’s home key.

“There’s also an empty drawer for you in my room, but Rob said that the key was enough.” Steve shrugs.

Billy grabs Steve by his arm, yanking him toward himself, but Steve stops him before their lips collide.

“What? You offer me your house's key only to deny me a kiss?” Billy whines.

“Wait! Something is missing!” Steve says, moving back toward the Christmas Tree, grabbing a Santa Claus hat and something green that looks like, “Mistletoe?” 

“Yeah. Mistletoe." Steve replies, holding it with his hand, "Now… kiss?”

It would make a nice picture, the two of them with their Christmas sweater kissing under the mistletoe. Maybe next year they won’t be alone. Maybe they’ll celebrate with the kids, and Robin, maybe even Susan, but tonight it’s just the two of them and it’s more than enough.

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[hwanchaesong]

Idyllic (Mutual Pining) Preview

pairing: Jake X F!Reader

synopsis: He conceals his presence well and you are a good secret keeper. A combination that ends up in a museum of doubts and hesitance. Then again, a game of hide and seek never hurt anyone, right?

word count: tba

genre & warnings: angst, smut, fluff, warnings tba

a/n: this is a teaser for the upcoming Enhypen: Tropes & Parallels series that i've been working on. i hope y'all look forward to it. please don't hesitate to tell me if you wanted to be added to the taglist. tysm 🩷

You tried to hold your tears back, keen on not showing any signs of weakness, not on a special day like this.

It's your birthday, for fucks sake!

The day you were born, the day you graced the earth with your presence. It's a day where you're supposed to feel like you're the only girl in the world.

So why the fuck are you outside, in the garden of the party hall that your friends went through the trouble of renting? Why the fuck are you sitting on a grass while wearing your prettiest dress, weeping like a child?

"Y/N? Why did you leave the party?"

Ah, there's the reason.

Sim fucking Jaeyun, better known as Jake.

"No reason," you tried to stabilize your voice, key word: tried, "just needed some fresh air."

Jake squinted his eyes at your slumped figure, he'd be lying if he says that he believes that pathetic excuse of a lie that you told him. He'd be kidding himself if he says that he wasn't able to read your body language, clearly, something is bothering you.

"Tell me." he declares, walking closer to you and that turned on a switch in you, panicking on what you should say because he can't see you like this.

He's not supposed to see you in such a sorry state, sporting Rudolf's red nose when it's months away from Christmas. Fat, ugly tears pooling in your eyes and your mascara must be ruined by now. He's not supposed to see you being this down bad for him, to the point that you're willing to bawl your eyes out in a place like this.

"Don't come near me! Please, leave me alone." you accidentally yelled at him, wrapping your arms around yourself and totally losing it. You hid your face on your arms, sobbing quietly, not having it in you to continue bearing the pain of having the love of your life be the loss of your life in one night.

It was your fault. Everything was your fault.

You didn't confess to him when you had the chance. You let him meet new girls, you supported him when he said that he wanted to talk with the girl that was recently transferred in your class.

It was your fault for being a mess, for being a coward. It was your fault for settling in the title of being friends.

The times when you shared secret glances across the room, the touches that were far too long to be considered platonic but never really given the meaning that they deserve, the sweet nothings that you whisper to each other after a long, tiring day.

You were the culprit behind the heist, so really, you shouldn't act like the victim. It's unfair for him.

You deserve this, to be left alone, wallowing in self-pity and cursing yourself repeatedly until you couldn't breathe anymore.

As your castle crumbled, you felt warm arms around you, the familiar figure dropping to his knees, pulling you onto his sturdy body, fingers soothing through your tangled strands.

"Jake?" you whispered his name, hoping that it was him. Wishing that he didn't really leave you, that it's him holding you, comforting you through this situation that you've put yourself in.

He hummed, his answer making your heart explode into the most colorful shades of fireworks.

"I'll be the biggest asshole if I leave the girl I have prayed for all my life here, crying during the day that she was given to me by the gods."

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

WRAPPED UP TIGHT (Dom!Levi x Sub!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"Santa left me a little present this year."

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you surprise Levi with a special present under the tree for his birthday and Christmas: you, naked, wrapped up in Christmas lights.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Dom!Levi; sub!Reader; Reader is Fem; Race of Reader Not Specified; Mild BDSM; Role Play; Rope Play/Bondage; Dirty Talk; Ownership; Mutual Oral; Fingering; Edge Play; Face Fucking; Spanking; Doggystyle; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Levi Calling You "Baby" and "Mama"; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: A very unhinged & drunk one shot for Levi’s birthday AND Christmas. Happy birthday, boo! ❤️ -Jazz

*********

Levi is totally into role-play.

You would introduce it to him first and initially, he wasn't sure about the whole thing. Him? Acting as a hard-handed teacher or a Daddy Dom? Though the idea of seeing you play as someone else enticed him, he is usually so cool and collected, so the idea of letting himself become completely immersed in a "role" confused him.

But when you did it for the first time, he fell completely in love with it. Now almost every night, he is demanding you throw on your slutty nurse outfit or your cat ears and tail. He loves it when you're the rebellious student in her mini school skirt that barely covers her ass and the horny housewife cheating on her husband with him.

But the role he adores most when you "play" is when you're his perfect, slutty little sub. In IRL, you're mostly defiant and levelheaded. You always tell him how you feel and tend to argue with him (which is one of the sexiest things about you to him).

But behind closed doors, and within the walls of your confined sanctuary you call your bedroom, you are obedient. You are subservient. You are completely under his control. You do as he says without question; only a "Yes, sir" and "No, sir" (unless he's feeling like he wants to be called "Daddy").

You suck his cock the way he wants you to. You cum when he wants you to. You're ready for multiple rounds if he wants that too.

It is just what he needs after a long day of work and dealing with his dumb ass students...just like tonight. When he comes home at midnight on December 25th, his birthday and Christmas Day, you are waiting for him under the glittering Christmas tree just as he told you to be.

As soon as he sees you, he drops his bag and phone. You sit under the tree on your knees, your ass hiked up and head down against a plush pillow. You're dressed up in red lingerie that includes nylon stockings and a gathered belt, but the panties are crotchless. This means your ass and pussy, currently sobbing wet, are on full display for him. But what gets him more are the Christmas lights tied around your wrists, ankles, and body.

You get him hard almost immediately. His pants become tighter and he doesn't hesitate to unbutton his coat, leaving it on the floor at his feet. When he walks further into the room, he relishes the way you flinch at the sound of his boots thudding across the floor. "Well, well, well," he hums. "Look at what we have here." He dips into his Dom role immediately, kneeling down beside you on one knee. "Santa left me a little present this year."

He takes a hand and gently runs it down your spine, making you shiver. "A very sexy, slutty little present," he softly growls as his hand pauses on one of your naked asscheeks. "Do you know why you're here tonight, baby?"

You shake your head, not saying anything, just as he instructed of you (not without your eager agreement, of course, because you're freaky). Because you're more than just his perfect little sub tonight. You're his doll. You don't speak without his permission. You don't move without his permission. You are controlled by him like a puppet on a string. You are owned by him and him alone.

"Santa told me all about what a naughty girl you've been this year," Levi tuts, giving your ass a squeeze. You softly whimper at the feeling. "He left you here with me because he knew I would teach you a lesson about being a good girl. About being an obedient girl."

Spank! His hand connects with your ass, the sound of his palm coming down against your skin echoing throughout the decorated living room. You gasp at the burning sensation and quickly bite your lip, but that doesn't hide your pussy from gushing at the sensation. "See?" Levi sighs disappointed. "You're getting wet off of one little spank. Guess I'll have to move on to more drastic measures."

So what does he do? He settles himself behind you and licks his fingers, ready to plunge them inside of you. "You gonna be a good girl for me tonight?" he huskily asks. "You gonna cum when I tell you to and gush all over my fingers and cock only when I say?" Again, you nod, but he doesn't want silence right now. "Speak," he demands in a low voice.

You gulp and answer, "Yes, sir, I promise I'll be good. Please don't let Santa put coal in my stocking tonight." Levi resists the urge to break into laughter. "We'll see," he replies, "but at this rate, baby, you'll be gettin' more than just coal in your stocking tonight."

And so he first glides his fingers, thick and long, up against your wet slit and clit, emitting the prettiest sounds from you that you can't keep hidden. "That feel good?" he murmurs and you nod, your body trembling oh-so sweetly from his touch. He then finally sinks his fingers inside of you, only two, and groans at how tight and wet you are. "You've been playin' with yourself, haven't you?" he asks. "That's why you're so fuckin' soaked. Speak."

"Y-Yes," you whimper pitifully, your sounds mingling with your pussy sounding like macaroni and cheese in a pot as his fingers swirl inside it. "I'm sorry, sir! I just couldn't help it. I m-missed you so much!" Levi can't deny the way his cock stirs at the thought of you missing him so much that you've been playing with that pussy all day to the point where you're soaked and pleading for a cock inside you now.

He had the same trouble. He took any chance to be alone––bathroom breaks; lunch breaks after lunch; 15-minute breaks in his office––to fuck his fist at the thought of you at home, waiting for him to surprise him on his birthday. Now that he's here, he is wasting no time wasting time. He's going to enjoy all of you tonight.

So as he plunges his fingers in and out of your wet cunt, he presses his lips to your needy clit and gently sucks on it. You try to stifle your whines and moans, but cannot, earning yourself a spank on the ass or pussy for any noise you make. "Quiet," he growls into your pussy. "Good girls don't make noise when they're not told to." But as his tongue lashes against your pussy, he relishes the fact that it's impossible for you to keep quiet.

'Needy little slut,' he thinks as his tongue swirls around your slit and inside of you, over and over again, as his fingers fuck you slowly. 'Can't even shut up enough to hear me. So desperate to cum for me.' He's desperate for it too. His cock can barely take it as it chubs against his slacks, uncomfortably so.

He continues to work your pussy with his mouth and fingers, fucking you senseless, but faster than before. He works his jaw until it aches and curls his fingers inside of you, causing you to curl your toes and your body to shake uncontrollably. He eats your pussy like he's starved, loving how your juices dripping down his chin and your ass, so soft and plushy, nearly suffocates him as he grips it with one hand and stuffs his face deep in it. He even caresses your asshole, knowing how much that makes you squirm.

And it does. You're unable to stop yourself from winding your hips into his face, earning a hard smack to the backside. "Did I say you could move?" he asks, low and cold, pausing from eating you out to glare daggers at you.

"N-No, sir," you pant. "I'm sorry! But it just feels so good! You're gonna make me cum!" Levi thoughtfully strokes your ass, pretending to give this some thought. "Usually, I'd at least edge you," he sighs, "but I suppose you've waited long enough." He presses his tongue back against your clit and finger-fucks you until you're clenching around him. "Cum," he demands. "Cum and give me that voice. I give you permission. Cum for me, mama."

Like air finally being let out of a bottle, you let your voice out and it bounces off of the walls as your orgasm washes over you. "Fuck, Levi!" you sob. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good! Shit, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna...fuck, fuck, fuck!" A long, loud moan leaves your lips as you finally gush around his mouth, all over his tongue and fingers. You clench and squeeze his digits, emitting groans from him as he eagerly laps at your quivering cunt until every drip of your juices is replaced with his saliva.

Once your moans are replaced with soft sighs of satisfaction, he barely lets you recover any further. He can't. He's too worked up for you. So he strips his clothes off as fast as he can, getting harder with how needy you get when each article of clothing hits the floor. He can tell from the way your back rises and falls in time with your heavy breathing that you need this too.

Once naked, his muscles on full display under the glittering Christmas lights, he kneels behind you and wraps a hand around his thick, hard, veiny cock dripping pre-cum for you. "Take my cock," he orders, "and don't you dare try to run...oh, that's right: you can't." A wicked chuckle leaves his lips as he presses his head against your slit. "You wanna be a good girl?" he teasingly asks. "You wanna be my good little birthday gift, don't you? Speak."

"Yes," you whisper, doing your absolute damnest to not toss your ass back into him to put him inside yourself. "Yes, I wanna be your good girl, sir! I wanna be your birthday gift, your Christmas present, your everything!" You look back at him then, eyes gleaming and makeup slightly askew. "Please," you whisper. "Please fuck me, Daddy."

Levi is damn near feral when he grabs your hips and pushes himself home inside of your pussy, finally. Finally after so long. A desperate groan leaves your lips in unison as he begins to roll his hips, unable to control himself. Your pussy is just too tight. Too wet. Too close to heaven for him to go slow.

He fucks you as fast and as hard as he wants, knowing you can take it. You don't protest or deny his cock bullying your insides, making you take every inch of him. You just moan and whine like a good girl, opening up to him with every thrust. He can't get enough. You're just such a good girl for him! And he makes sure you know it too. "You're such a good girl for me," he growls into your ear. "Such a good little present just for me. No one else can have you like this. Only me, understand?"

He takes a fistful of your hair and yanks it back, emitting a gasp from your mouth. "Yes!" you nearly shout. "I'm only yours, Daddy! Only yours!" Levi nods, becoming fully immersed in his role now. He makes sure you understand what "being his" means by smacking your ass, damn near leaving handprints and nipping at your neck to leave hickeys.

He fucks you into a lewd, wet rhythm that echoes in the room along with the sounds of your moans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure. His heavy balls slap against your clit, bringing you to yet another orgasm very quickly. But Levi slows down and pulls out of you, chuckling at your whine of protest. "What, you thought you'd get to cum again?" he asks. "Uh-uh, mama. Not yet. You've still got some more to do before that."

So while your pussy quivers and shivers in protest, Levi kneels in front of your mouth, his thick cock in your face. He takes a handful of your hair and yanks your face back while your chin rests on the pillow beneath you. "Open your mouth," he demands and you do so despite your position. His cock then sinks inside of your pussy, stretching your jaw and making you gag as he hits the back of your throat. He groans, immediately fucking your mouth like it's your pussy, loving how tight and wet and sloppy your throat is.

"So fuckin' good for me," he grunts, staring down at your body, the curve of your ass, and the pretty lights wrapped tight around your wrists and ankles. "You're the best gift ever, you know that? I'd want nothing else for my birthday or Christmas but you, baby. I wanna give you all my cum, y'know that, right?"

You say nothing, but you don't have to. The eagerness of your moans vibrating against his dick and how you open your throat for his entire length are all the yesses you need. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets his hips do all the work, grinding and thrusting inside of your welcoming mouth as spit drips down your chin.

When he feels himself about to cum is when he stops. Though the idea of cumming deep down your throat entices him, he wants to cum deep inside of your cunt first. So he pulls out of your mouth and gently smacks his cock against your wet lips. "Enough," he growls. "I need that pussy again, and this time, I'm gonna cum deep inside of you." He lifts your chin with his thumb, coaxing your eyes to gaze up at him. "And I want you to cum too. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," you obediently reply. "Please cum inside of me. Make me cum all over that cock."

He has never moved so quick in his life until now, swiftly moving himself behind you and sinking balls deep inside of you again. This time, he doesn't stop. He pummels himself inside of your sobbing, wet cunt, digging his fingers into your ass, hips, and stomach. Sweat gathers onto his skin and his legs ache from how fast he fucks you, but he doesn't care. He wants you to cum. He won't stop until you do.

It doesn't take long. Not for you. With the way he's fucking you so good and turning your pussy into mush, it's impossible for that cunt to not clench around him. "Daddy," you moan in a warning. "I'm gonna cum! I can't hold on!"

"Me too," Levi pants, feeling his first orgasm of the night approaching. It only intensifies the more he sees your ass bounce against his cock and your pretty tits sway below you as he fucks you senselessly, causing the Christmas tree to shake from the force. "Beg," he demands. "Beg me to cum. Beg me to fill you up. Do it now, little girl."

Smack! His hand comes down to slap your ass, drawing a yelp out of you. "Please make me cum!" you whine. "Please, Levi, let me cum all over that dick! I need you so much! Need to be yours!" That's all it takes for Levi. He leans over you and turns your face to look at him. "Kiss me," he demands before your lips are on his, tongues swirling and lips smashing passionately against one another.

When you cum, you do it together. He cums with a muffled groan, filling your pussy to the brim with his cum, while you let out a high-pitched moan of his name against his lips as you gush all around his cock. Your cum mingles with one another, dripping down his balls and on the floor. Tingles run through his body, spreading throughout his fingertips and toes. He grips you against him, making you take every ounce of his cum deep inside of you.

When everything is said and done, the room is silent except for your soft pants and sighs of satisfaction and exhaustion. Outside, all is quiet and white as the snow falls, delivering a perfect night to do this again and again and again.

Levi pulls out of you finally, drawing a soft groan from both of you. Cum drips out of your pussy and down your juicy thighs, a sight most pleasurable to him. But the most beautiful sight is when you look behind to gaze at him, eyes glazed over, hair a mess, and mascara ruined from fucking your pretty face. You look absolutely fucked out of your mind and he wishes you knew just how pretty you are like this.

"Happy birthday, baby," you purr, a soft, loving smile adoring your lips, messy with spit and your ruined lip gloss. "And Merry Christmas. Have I been a good girl this year now?"

Levi chuckles, a gentle hand stroking your ass. "Maybe," he replies. "After a few more rounds. It'll be my birthday until midnight tomorrow, so you may wanna brace yourself, mama." His cock twitches at the sharp, anticipated intake of breath you give him at the idea of taking his cock and his cum all night until dawn.

"But first things first..." He pauses to untie the lights from your wrists and ankles, gently massaging the kinks and aches of them, before moving to get something out of his bag. There, he retrieves a mistletoe and smiles at the way you sweetly giggle as he hangs it over your heads.

"Come here and kiss me."

THE END.

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LIVEBLOG: Wakfu Season 4, Episode 8 [PART 1]

This moment was like Christmas and my birthday and a wedding and 20 other holidays all rolled into one. The way he staggers for a second, before realizing how bad things are...

HUGE for me and nobody else.

Love the serious expression here on Joris here, as Yugo and Qilby are arguing on which one of them is more sus.

This look gives me "Well, I would suspect this guy too, but that's physically impossible for him to achieve as things stand right now. However, saying so would put me against Yugo so all I can do is stand here politely and wait for This Bullshit to run its course so we can actually investigate who the traitor might be. 😶"

I think it's likely that Yugo, Nora, and Amalia were like "nooo you don't have to go with us, haha" and he wastly underestimated the situation at the temple of Eliatrope.

He thought it'd be more of a "standing before a goddess who might help them solve this situation" situation, instead of "being the witness to the world's most catastrophic familial situationship."

What wouldn't I give to be the fly on the wall of his mind, hearing him thinking something like "why did I come... i hope this is going to help us fight these things in some way or I'm going to fucking lose it".

See, this is why I think Joris thought "Yugo accusing this guy is unfounded and illogical, but I can't do anything but suffer in silence" — the second Amalia (Amalia) sides against Yugo, he opens up about disagreeing with Yugo too...

It's not that he thinks Yugo's doubts are unfounded, it's just that there's no proof, y'know? And he immediately tries to soften the blow (because Yugo's opinion of him is very important to Joris. lmaooo)

I'm sorry. My addiction to taking screenshots of Joris's expressions and overanalysing them is truly fatal. Like I said: he's mildly suspicious of Qilby and majorly tired of being here.

No excuse for these screenshots besides thinking he's cute. Sorry, my demons.

(Btw, this is why all the episodes that have him are usually split into parts, and episodes that Don't are liveblogged together.)

The relief of leaving this place must be palpable. Especially for Joris. Because on this blog we overanalysing him.

Of course there's an orphanage in Amakna. Where else would an orphanage could be.... 😭

I really doubt it's related to our favorite orphanage on this blog, though. Just a funny coincidence.