#decided to make a little something for Jack since he's been on my mind

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CYBERPUNK 2077 OC: Jack Shepard (He/Him)

So, pack up your car, put a hand on your heart Say whatever you feel, be wherever you are We ain't angry at you, love You're the greatest thing we've lost The birds will still sing Your folks will still fight The boards will still creak The leaves will still die We ain't angry at you, love We'll be waiting for you, love

You're Gonna Go Far by Noah Kahan

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[captain-huggy-bear]

The Sleeves

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Short Fem!Reader

Warnings: Quinn thinking you're hot af, so slightly mature in that sense but nothing extreme.

Summary: Jersey sleeves are just a little too long for you.

Notes: Reader is described as short but not a specific height. I, a short person, could be wrong here, but I assume the taller you are the longer your arms are hense the height focus in this fic. Also it's a 43 Hughes jersey not Quinn's own one because we're all different sizes and I don't want anyone to be unable to imagine it, y'know????

Had this idea cause my Jack Jersey has super long sleeves and it makes me feel safe and silly (I'm getting a Quinn jersey for X-mas from my brother and i'm very excited)

It's baffling actually, when you really think about it, that you'd been dating a pro-Hockey player for nearly 8 months and hadn't owned a single jersey until now. Sure, Quinn had tried to convince you to just borrow one of his, his desire to see you in his jersey practically an obsession, but half the time they were sweat stained and stinky and you kind of just wanted one designed for you and your body. So you'd gone to his games in just your normal clothes, sometimes you wore the stupid t-shirt Jack and Luke got you with Quinn's face on it for your birthday, but you'd never worn a hockey jersey.

This had seemed a shame and you'd decided enough was enough. You went to all Quinn's home games and tried to go to as many away games as possible, you thought that surely you should, as a dutiful girlfriend wear a #43 jersey. It felt wrong, somehow, not to have at least one, to wear one at least once.

So you'd bought one, taken your time considering which version to get, which size you preferred. You hadn't told Quinn because any time you wanted to buy something for yourself he always did it for you, claiming he had more money than he knew what to do with. As sweet as it was, sometimes you wanted to spend your own hard earned money. Plus, you'd wanted it to be a surprise. It was practically on his bucket list at this point, it felt like something...big.

So you'd kept it quiet, bought a #43 Hughes black skate jersey in a size just this side of too big, oversized for the comfort factor. What you hadn't anticipated was how you felt wearing it...or Quinn's reaction.

It was just fabric, just a jersey but the moment you slipped it on you felt...safe. The fabric was soft against your skin, not tight or claustrophobic and the sleeves...oh the sleeves were your favourite part. You were short, that was a fact of life, you hadn't grown upwards since you were 14 and you'd made your peace with it. Didn't really have a choice, given that you spent all your time around hockey players. Some of whom were absolute giants, Meyers came straight to mind. Quinn was considered a smaller player in the business and even he made you feel short. Being short, had the effect though of making the sleeves of your jersey gigantic.

You couldn't really describe the sheer joy you felt when the sleeves went past your fingertips absolutely swallowing your hands. You felt like a little kid again, you felt comfy, and safe. Maybe it was scratching some sort of anxiety itch in your brain or maybe it was that you'd missed this feeling from when you were a kid, the feeling of being so so small that everything else felt giant, but you loved it either way.

Your plan was to hide the jersey until Quinn's next game, ready to surprise him when he looked for you during warmups, ready for him to realise you were finally wearing his name and number. Something he'd been not so subtly pushing for months every single time he conveniently left a jersey out next to your game day clothes before he left for the rink.

The moment he left for the game after a goodbye kiss and some I love yous, you'd put the jersey he'd left on the bed away (no matter how many times he washed it it still had the lingering smell of hockey...) and reached into the back of the wardrobe, underneath a series of boxes and miscellaneous items, for your own. You'd hidden it well, so far back, it was actually a struggling to get to.

You'd slipped it on over your jumper and layers, letting the sleeves fall over your fingertips. That familiar safe, giddy feeling filling you as you twirled in a circle in front of the mirror before dropping your shoulders, closing your eyes and just enjoying it. There was something about the physical sensation that was enjoyable, the way it felt, the sense of comfort it brought, but it went past that. It felt good to look in the mirror and see Quinn's number on your arms, across your back, his surname plastered in the large font. It felt good to wear a reminder of him.

You opened your eyes after a few moments of flapping the long sleeves about, a childish joy in the flap of fabric. Your sight snagging in the mirror on the doorframe behind you, Quinn leaning a shoulder against it, kit bag at his feet. He had softest smile on his face, the sort of smile that made his eyes crinkle gently and had his teeth poking out just so.

You spin around to face him startled, not expecting him to be back. Your fingers meeting and twisting together, hidden beneath the lengths of sleeve fabric.

"Did you...did you forget something?"

It's obvious to him that you're trying to avoid the elephant in the room, the surprise he's clearly ruined. It's not his jersey, but it is and it's all he's wanted to see you in for months now...Fuck, you look good in his jersey. You've brought it in a size that's just the right sort of oversized, swallowing familiar curves under layers of black, yellow and red fabric. How you make something that hides every part of you look so good he doesn't really understand, but he thinks that maybe that just says more about how he feels about you than anything else.

Your hands are invisible, swallowed by fabric and his name and number across your back were practically searerd into his retina. A memory pressed into the pages of his mind. It's stupid, possessive, ridiculous, caveman-ish but, fuck, he likes that you're saying you're his, likes that everyone can see it. That it's his name across your back.

"My number looks good on you..." Quinn bites down on his bottom lip, tilts his head to the side as his eyes trail over you. The way he's looking at you, you'd think you were stood there naked, not swallowed in fabric. It makes your cheeks warm.

"Quinn..." You let out and embarrassed whine, hands coming up to cover your face as he trails his way closer, feet padding softly across the carpet. His gear forgotten in the doorway, the sense of urgency to get the last piece he forgot and get to the rink, gone. Game? What game?

You feel his presence first, feet stopping close to your own, his form towering over you as he wraps his hands gently around your wrists and tugs them free from your face. He's practically grinning at you, that one strand of brunet hair falling across his brow as he leans down towards you.

"The sleeves too, you look cute in it, fuck..." He tugs on the ends of the sleeves, examining the way your hands are swallowed by the fabric. The cute wiggle of them from underneath before being swallowed whole.

"This for me, pretty girl?"

You nod, feeling oddly shy in front of him as his eyes keep following your form like he can't quiet get enough. It's surreal, you've had boyfriends who didn't even look at you like that when you were dolled to the nines, you're just in a jersey, some ordinary clothes, everything covered, nothing special, "...It was supposed to be a surprise...for tonight."

"Ah," he fills in the blanks. He's ruined it by coming back unexpectedly, because he forgot his stupid mouthguard of all things. He imagines it though, being on the ice, looking for you like he always does, his eyes gravitating towards you like he's stuck in your orbit. He can see the way you'd look in the lights of the rink, his number proudly displayed. Could see the way he'd probably stop dead on the ice, probably get a bunch of shit from the guys, can see Petey shoving him with a laugh, but he'd not care at all because you're finally wearing his jersey and he's been waiting for this for months.

"Can you, uh, never take it off?" he laughs, tugging you closer, arms wrapping around you as his fingers trail across the letters making up his name on the back. Memorising the feel of it, his name on you, finally.

"Quinn..."

"What? You look...fuck, you look so good in my jersey, baby, like...unreal..." He means it and you know he means it because he's got that sparkle in his eyes that screams his feelings out loud without a single word.

"...you have a game to get to.." you mumble, face pressing into his chest, trying to hide from him because only Quinn can make you quite this bashful after this length of time together. Only Quinn can seemingly disarm you completely.

He presses a kiss to the top of your hair, cheek pushing against the crown of your head as he rocks you side to side.

"Mmm, you're not gonna take this off, right? You're still going to wear it to the game for me, baby?" There's a little slither of fear that he might have embarrassed you, that you'll hide the jersey away somewhere and he'll never see you in it again.

"...Yeah, i'll still wear it for you..."

He thinks this might just be what he wants for the rest of his life. You in his jersey, you with his name across your back, you...with the name you might one day share proudly taking up space for everyone to see.

In that moment, he realises, he's a complete fucking goner for you. He's well and truly fucked in the best sort of way.

[miley1442111]

fix it together- a.hotchner

a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :) thank you guys for all the love on the first part of this!!!!

please don't read if you have emetophobia!!!!

summary: aaron said some horrible things. He's trying to fix it, right?

pairing: husband! aaron hotchner x wife! reader

warnings: mad angst, aaron is so mean, reader believes she is a bad mother, heartbreak, feelings of disappointment, reader is pregnant, talks of pregnancy, talks of vomiting and morning sickness, happy ending :)

part 1- fix it.

Aaron

The last few weeks had been… tense. Going back to work was fine and we still acted like a couple, don’t get me wrong. Yet, everything felt disgustingly different. The gifts hadn’t been working. The dates hadn’t been working. Every second of my days were spent thinking over what I’d said on that horrible night. Did I ask for an annulment? What was I thinking? I love you more than anything, I want you forever. Since the first date I’d known you were my girl, my forever girl. Every night I’ve been trying to make it clear to you that I want you. That I think you’re a good mother. Even the nights you'd stayed at Penelope's.

After Jack's birthday, you'd gone to Penelope's for 3 nights, I only saw you during the day at work, and even then you didn't look at me, let alone speak to me. You came home because you missed Jack.

Since then, you’ve been distant, focusing on work, or Jack more often than not. So I decided something. 

I made all the distractions go away. Jack went off to his cousin's house, and I pulled us out of work for a full week, much to Strauss’s annoyance. Only thing is that I hadn’t told you. 

Well, this better work. 

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“Honey?” I cleared my throat, still groggy from waking up a few minutes prior. You weren’t in bed, you’d recently stopped our regular 5 minutes of hazy cuddling as we both wake up. My third favourite part of the day. My second favourite being when you come to me at 2:07pm everyday at work and give me a kiss, my first favourite being the kiss and hug you give me at the end of the day, just after tucking Jack in. All three had stopped in recent weeks.  

“Yeah?” You called from the bathroom, doing your regular morning routine. 

“I called us out of work,” I yawned and heard your quickened footsteps, then you appeared in front of me. You looked so beautiful, as always. A random and oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts that left little to the imagination. I started to sweat just thinking about it. 

“What? Why?! We have people who need our help, we have cases-” You started rambling as I got up and cupped your face, kissing you. 

“Because I need you. I need you to be you again,” I whispered against your lips, hoping this would work. “So we’re going to have a nice few days, yeah? Today we have your appointment and we’ll have another talk. Then we can just relax for the rest of the week.”

“The week?” you stressed and I rolled my eyes, kissing you again. Your lips were so perfect. You’d brushed your teeth, not that I mind your morning breath. Not that I mind anything about you. 

“Please,” I was begging and I wasn’t even ashamed. “Please honey,” I wrapped my hands around your waist, trying to persuade you. 

“Aaron-”

“Don’t call me Aaron,” You’d stopped calling me the usual ‘baby’ or ‘darling’, or my favourite ‘love’. “Please. I want to be normal again. I don’t want this distance, I adore you more than anything.”

I could tell you felt conflicted. I hurt you. I know I did. 

“Aaron,” another stab to my heart. “Fine, we’ll take this week off, and we can… talk.”

“Thank you my love,” I smile, pressing kisses along your exposed collarbone. You chuckled. I’d missed your laughter. I’d missed you.

“Ok baby, come on, I need to shower,” you giggled against me and I could feel my heart mending. Baby. I couldn’t stop the grin on my lips. I let go of you, but not before kissing you again. My perfect wife. 

“Can I join?” I smirked, and you scoffed. 

“Don’t push your luck Hotchner,” You chuckled. This was it. This is what it used to be. Flirty, loving, and fun. Before I ruined everything. 

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You

Forgiving Aaron was the easy part. Worrying if every parenting decision was the right one, was pure agony. 

Is it wrong to say that like that? Should I have done this a different way? Was that right?

And your brain’s personal favourite: 

What would Haley have done? 

You were beating yourself up about it all for the past few weeks. You felt you had ruined Jack’s birthday with your own insecurities, since he’d asked if you were alright the day after.

Telling Jack you were pregnant was a highlight from the past few weeks. He was ecstatic to find out he’d be getting a little sibling. He already wanted to meet them and he understood that there would be times where either of you wouldn’t be able to play with him when his sibling arrived. 

Aaron had been grovelling to the highest degree. Flowers once a week, date nights, house chores, taking paperwork from you so you don’t need to do it, getting any and all pregnancy cravings, and helping you deal with all your morning sickness and migraines. 

It was maddening. You were going to go insane if you weren’t careful. 

Yet, you felt like every second of every day was spent thinking about your parenting choices and just wondering if having another baby was even a good idea. Would your new child even like you? Would this ruin your relationship with Jack? What was going to happen when they grow up? Did Aaron really think your parenting is terrible? 

Ok, so maybe you haven’t forgiven him just yet. Or at all. 

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You lay back in bed, a book in hand as Aaron pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. You stared at the words on the page, trying to make sense of them when your brain was so clouded. Your levels of anxiety had risen greatly, which you both knew was not good for your baby. Aaron had been trying to lift some of the stress off your shoulders with his constant doting, but you knew that the stress was Aaron. From the moment you woke up to the minute you fell asleep, you felt like you were putting up a show. Being the perfect wife, perfect (probably shitty, you thought anyway) mother, perfect agent. It was exhausting. You wanted to go back to before, back to when you didn’t have to pretend everything was alright. 

You pushed him off you and lay on your side, a regular occurrence. Aaron felt dejected. He’d hurt you so badly, and he didn’t know what to do to fix it. 

“Baby?” he spoke into the room. 

“Yes Aaron?” You answered. 

“Do you still love me?” He asked in a small voice. He felt raw and full of emotion. Honestly, he was terrified of the answer. 

“Do I still love you?” You scoffed. “I think I should be the one asking that. You were the one mentioning getting an annulment.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that… I was just-” He tried but you shot out of bed, staring at him with an anger in your eyes he could only describe as animalistic. 

“ 'You just' what Aaron? What?!” You squealed, all the emotions that you’d let build up, coming out at once. “I’ve been trying to be a good wife, to be a good mother for the past 4 fucking years Aaron. I have been that for you, I have been that for you and Jack, and I’m so happy to do it because I love the both of you more than anything! And all I ask in return is that you love and respect me! That is what you promised me on your wedding day! You didn’t fucking do that. You threw our marriage under the bus and compared me to your ex wife, the second you got slightly stressed. I’m sure Haley did a much better job than me Aaron, I’m sure she did! But I’m here Aaron. I love you. I love Jack. I have dedicated my life to the two of you, to our family! And now I feel like I’ve made a mistake in doing that, because the second you get overwhelmed, I’m in the first person that gets thrown under the bus?! To get reduced to nothing by you?! That’s not fucking fair Aaron, It’s not fair! And the worst part is that I fucking forgave you weeks ago, but I can’t forgive myself! I feel like such a shit mother every single day! I feel like I’m failing everyday, and that our baby will fucking hate me because it’ll somehow know that I’m the second choice! That it’ll know you’d rather be with someone who’s dead! So don’t come to me asking stupid fucking questions like that when you know the fucking answer Aaron. You don’t need to humiliate me more than you already have.”

You walked out of your shared bathroom, down the stairs into the living room, and sobbed your eyes out. 

Aaron sat up in the bed, thankful that Jack wasn’t home today, but devastated by your words, and his actions. Why had he even brought up an annulment? 

He couldn’t even begin to dissect the feelings he had when the bile in his throat suddenly came on and he had to run to the bathroom, and spill it into the toilet. Your words hit him like a knife, throwing his own words back in his face in the most disgusting way to do it, directed at you. You were an amazing mother, an amazing wife. And yet, you thought you were worthless. He had made you feel worthless. He felt terrible. He didn’t want Haley. Yes, he’d loved her for a long time, yes their divorce was heartbreaking. But he loved you now, and he didn’t ever want to take that for granted. He’d gotten two people who loved him unconditionally, two people who loved him enough to have a child with him, two people that would put themselves in harm’s way for him. 

And he fucked it up. Twice. 

He followed you downstairs, standing in the doorway as you sobbed into the couch cushions, then walked over and put a hand on your back. You didn’t push him off, that must be a good sign, right? He moved you to sit on his lap, your head in his shoulder as he calmed you down.

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I was awful to you. I don’t want an annulment, I never want an annulment. I know it sounds bad but I was just so used to Haley hanging a divorce over my head for so long, it just came out. You are who I want, who I would choose, every single time. You are a good mother. You’re going to be a good mother. I’m so sorry I ever made you doubt yourself. That I ever made you doubt me. I never want to hurt you like this again. This is the worst thing I’ve ever done, I’m so sorry,” he whispered against your skin. “I’m so sorry.”

You let out a half chuckle- half sob and pulled away. “Aaron, I need you to swear to me that you will never fucking bring up us breaking up again, unless you actually mean it.”

“I swear.”

“And I need you to promise me that you’ll work on stopping all the reactive bullshit we’ve been doing,” You sighed.

“I promise.” 

“Then, I think we’ll be ok,” You smiled softly and kissed his cheek, settling your head back against his neck. 

“So we’re ok again?” He asked hopefully. 

“Not yet, no,” You stated and his hope vanished. 

“Honey-”

“We will be, soon.” 

He smiled again. You were his, always. Just as he was yours, always. Anything, you could get through. 

Together.

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[rumplereids]

Stop bc I’ve had a little brainworm lately. Hotch’s really young ex wife bringing the kid(s) to Aaron bc he was late for a drop off or something and Spencer absolutely falling for her ⁉️⁉️ it’s been eating me alive (love your work mwah mwah)

part two tags: spencer reid x fem!reader. not really infidelity. p in v smut. a/n: anon, you are crazy. i love that for us. (thank u for reading my work ilysm) i hope u like this, even if it's just short :) requests are open!

He feels like he’s going insane. Scratch that. He’s actually insane.

He’s sequestered himself in the men’s restroom, tugging on his cock, biting the sleeves of his sweater so that he won’t make a noise, all because you smiled at him.

His boss’ wife. His boss’ young ex-wife.

Distinction is important in his line of business.

Spencer would love to blame you for putting him into this predicament, but that would be pointless.

It’s been a week since he last saw you. Since you last dropped Jack off at the BAU. Ever since your divorce with Aaron (the team didn’t even know he was married), you would show up to the office on their slower days to drop Jack off for the weekend.

Spencer doesn’t know much about you, only that you were once Jack’s nanny. You’ve been working for Aaron since Haley, Aaron’s ex-fiancee and Jack’s birth mom, decided that she wasn’t ready to be a mother yet.

Aaron once confided in him. You married Hotch when Jack was barely 3. You’ve always been ‘mom’ to the little boy. Aaron regrets marrying you so hastily.

You were around Spencer’s age. The fights leading up to your divorce started and ended with Aaron’s guilt for holding you back. Spencer couldn’t bring himself to care about your marital disputes since it led to him knowing you.

“Fuck,” he whimpers. White cum making his fingers sticky. Tucking himself back into his pants, he unlocks the bathroom stall with a cough, as if to hide the depravity that just took place. He quickly washes his hands, thrice. And then he leaves the men’s room, nearly running into a body in his haste.

Strong hands steady exposed shoulders. The skin under his warm hands, soft and smooth. It was you. He had just finished touching himself to the thought of you, and here you are now. Served to him on a golden platter.

“Hi, Spencer. I was just on my way out.”

“Did you talk to Hotch?”

You look up at him with a quizzical brow. He gulps down the thoughts looking into your eyes brought to his brain.

“Not really, no. I’m just here to drop Jack off for the weekend.”

He nods, and then you start to leave. He hesitates for a while, begging for the words to leave his tongue on their own. You beat him to the punch.

“Spencer?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you free this weekend?”

You fill his hands so perfectly. Your hips, your thighs, your breasts. Everywhere he cups and squeezes, as his hips smack thunderously against the flesh of your arse. You have your cheek pressed onto the mattress, taking everything that Spencer gave you. His cum, his sighs, his praise. The way he moans and mumbles your name like a prayer.

He’s your ex-husband’s co-worker. You swear you’ve read a cheesy erotica of this plot somewhere.

But that didn’t stop you from pulling him into your bedroom. Practiced hands undoing his dark blue tie. His longer fingers lifting the skirt of your sundress.

“You’re so good. You fuck me so good,” you can’t help but moan.

Spencer’s hand runs up and down your back, taking your hair and tightening a fist against your nape.

“You take me so well,” his following praise gets cut off by your phone ringing. Spencer slows his thrusts, hips moving until you’ve taken him to the base, and he continues his ministrations in tiny grinds of his pelvic bone against your clit. Your mind goes hazy at each tantalizing grind of his hips.

Your phone continues to ring. You blindly stretch out an arm to grab for it. Without looking at the caller ID, you answer the call. “Hello?”

Spencer watches from above you, watches you move your cheek and tilt your head so that you can make eye contact.

“Aaron?” you say with an almost whimper.

Spencer continues the grind of his hips against your wet and throbbing clit.

“Yeah, I can get Jack. Twenty minutes?”

Spencer almost hisses at the thought of the inevitable.

“Okay, see you in a bit.”

You hang up the call. Before the phone lands on your pillow, Spencer grabs you by the hips and maneuvers you to lay on your back, all while keeping his cock firmly inside you.

“We have to stop,” you say. “I think you have a new case.”

And then, his phone rings.

He puts two fingers into your mouth while he picks up the call with his other hand.

“This is Reid.”

“Reid? We have a case. A string of homicides in Atlanta.”

He hums, watching you slobber over his fingers.

“Reid?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Y/N with you?”

Spencer feels the way your pussy clenches around him.

“Yeah,” he admits.

Hotch is quiet on the other side of the line.

“Don’t be late. We leave in an hour.”

[mell0wjello]

OK, i reeeeally like your writing style, so i'm going to make my first request 🫶

savanaclaw with a reader who, when they get nervous, do they end up cooking? as if it were a uncontrollable habit, yk? and what would happen if, one day, they got so nervous that they ended up having a big feast?

TYYY ANONN <333 Im loving the creativity of these requests so ofc !! I'm kind of scared of writing for Savanaclaw (some parts might be ooc) but I’ll do it just for you

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𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻

Since Leona learned about your little habit, he’s been accepting what he can from you. He’s very picky. He won’t eat anything that’s been out for 2 days, and absolutely no veggies. Much to his dismay though, you keep bringing them to him, and you’ve joined in on Ruggie’s nagging to eat the dreaded items. He had to admit though, the way you prepared them made it much easier for him to keep down.

He takes what he can, and the leftovers go to Ruggie, who's always happy to get food on his plate. Savanaclaw was well-fed during exam seasons, and you also seemed much more relaxed when you brought over a few snacks. Leona enjoyed eating something other than cafeteria food, and the food you prepared was much tastier by a landslide.

Finals week rolled around, and Leona knew what this implied for you. As the only magic-less student on campus, there was pressure on you to uphold a decent grade. You'd stay all day holed up at Ramshackle, presumably studying, so Leona didn't care to interrupt you. As much as he avoided studying, he understood the stakes for you and let you be, although he advised you to take breaks in between.

That's why he didn't mind your text saying you'd be bringing dinner later. You'd finally decided to tear yourself away from the books and give yourself a break, so Leona left you on read as his way of giving you permission. A while later, there was a knock on his door. You were at his door, asking for him to come down. The smell of your cooking wafted into his dorm room and the sound of students chattering rang out from outside.

"What's that racket outside?" Leona stepped out and looked over at the lounge below, seeing half the dorm crowded around a table filled with a variety of different dishes, all still hot and fresh. He had to take a second to admire the incredible amount of food, threatening to rival the one at the royal palace.

"Oh," you said from behind him,

"I brought over dinner. Didn't I text you about it?"

Leona turned his eyes to you in subtle annoyance. You had joined his side and looked down at the lounge as well, a hint of pride glimmering in your eyes.

"Yes, you did but..." Leona groaned, pinching the space in between his furrowed brows. When you said you'd be bringing dinner, he didn't imagine it to blow to this proportion. Although part of him wanted to admonish you, he recognized no ill intent in your actions and besides, your tired demeanor had been wiped off your face when you knocked on his door. If this is what it took for you to finally return to your usual bubbly self, he decided he didn't mind.

"You really are a handful, you know that?" Leona sighed, making his way to join the rest of his dorm. You followed close behind him, jokingly urging him to quicken his step, or his dormmates would finish everything before he got there. Plenty of food and plenty of drinks were passed around that night, and lots of laughter and conversations were shared. There was enough food for everyone to eat their fill, and Leona ate quite a lot too. You were talking with Jack and Ruggie when you noticed the abnormal absence of a snarky comment.

You turned to look at Leona, but he wasn't in his seat. Instead, he was laying down on a nearby couch, arms thrown under his head, slowly falling asleep. The three of you had to hold back your laughter. Who would've thought that even Leona would get sleepy after a big meal? You sneaked in closer to him, looking how his chest began to rise and lower with his breath, and the small wrinkling of his nose. It was at times like these that you wished you still had your cellphone with you. The other two joined in. Ruggie sneaked his phone from his pocket, cautiously opening the camera to take a picture. As if sensing imminent danger, you and Jack stepped away. Ruggie was framing Leona’s sleeping expression, but his ears perked up and his eyes shot open.

All 3 of your hearts dropped simultaneously, feeling like prey cornered by your predatory upperclassman. In a moment of fight or flight, the three of you darted away, knowing deep down that you wouldn’t be able to outrun him, but still trying nonetheless to escape from peril.

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

Ruggie, for one, adored this little habit of yours. He loved having you around. Especially during big tests or events on campus, if you were there it meant that there was food on his plate. Such a good cook you were too! He’d get to try so many new things, and so much tastier and filling than dandelions.

Ruggie never minded at all when there was a knock at his door and he found you handing him a basket full of sweets and pastries. If it let you blow off steam and it kept his stomach full, he saw no reason for concern. Hell, he’d even come over to Ramshackle to ask for the food himself, even during seasons when your cooking habit was more or less controlled.

However, as much as he loved your cooking, even he was shocked when he came to Ramshackle today. He knew that lately you’d been feeling very nervous about the upcoming exams, and there was a constant flux of baskets coming to his dorm step. The outside of Ramshackle smelled like heaven on earth for Ruggie. He cheerfully knocked on your door as he always did, expecting the usual basket full of baked goods.

Instead, he was greeted by a grim figure resembling your usual image with a mixing bowl in hand. Dark circles rimmed your eyes and your normally lively skin was now ghastly pale, yet somehow you still stirred the bowl steadily. Ruggie choked on seemingly nothing and took a step back, thinking your habit had finally done you in and turned you into one of your roommates. The figure spoke in a bizarrely clear voice.

"Ruggie! Uh, you're here for your basket, right? Umm..." You laughed awkwardly, trying to come up with something to say.

The sound of your usual voice broke Ruggie out of his baffled state, allowing concern to set in.

"Prefect?! I barely recognized you! Did you sleep at all?" He spouted anxiously, but you seemed to hardly be fazed.

"Oh yeah... I couldn't really sleep," You said nervously.

"My hands kind of started moving on their own, and before I realized," you laughed a little more to alleviate the distress leaking into your voice. With a sigh, you gave in.

"Well, I think you'd better look at it yourself"

You opened the door and invited him in to reveal the lounge of Ramshackle, the sole table crowded with plate upon plate of mouth-watering dishes. Ruggie's eyes widened at the sight, his ears perked up and his tail began to wag side to side.

"It's a lot, and I still have some more in the kitchen. I don't really know what to do with it," you said admittedly.

"surely not even you could take all this?" You referred to Ruggie, who was still staring. There was so much. Too much. Not even he could handle all that. But…

“I’ll take it no problem” Ruggie claimed despite the doubt in your voice.

"What? Ruggie, this is way too much! You can't eat all this before half of it goes to waste."

"Who says it's for me? I can bring it back home. It'll keep granny and the other folks fed for days!" He countered, already heading to grab some of the plates from the table.

"Ohhh! You're right! We should probably get several baskets for this..." You said as you went into the kitchen, taking out a few baskets that you were planning on giving Ruggie later.

The both of you stuffed and wrapped as much food as you could and placed it into the baskets, overflowing each one. With a little help from magic, the both of you arrived at Savanaclaw carrying mountains of baskets, warranting the stares of some of the other dorm members. Ruggie didn’t mind though, he could only think about bringing all these goods back home as soon as possible.

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓵

Jack was a little anxious when he found out. At first, he thought that cooking might get in the way and such a task could potentially disturb your daily routine, although you seemed to manage it relatively fine and you were undeniably good at it. The Savanaclaw kitchen was a deserted place, so after talking with Leona, Jack would invite you over to use it instead since it was bound to be way nicer than Ramshackle's. He's doing it EXCLUSIVELY because he thinks it'll be putting their kitchen to better use. He'll never tell you it was out of concern.

Lending you his dorm kitchen also meant that he was allowed special access to all the baked goods you made. This was one of the reasons he decided to take that initiative too, although he would never admit it directly either. His tail was a different story though. The way it energetically wagged from side to side as you handed him a plate gave away everything you needed to know. At the end of the day, you were relieving your stress and he got to taste your cooking, so what was there not to like?

You came often to Savanaclaw, always busying away in the kitchen, but nowadays, you would spend the majority of your time in there. Jack took notice of this, and he also observed how you were more on edge and nervous lately. On a particularly stressful day for you, he peeked inside the kitchen to check up on you. There was an unfamiliar scent in the air. You were cutting up something on the counter, something you hadn't made yet. Jack curiously comes up to you.

“What’s that?” He asks, looking at the unknown dish you were preparing. It looked sort of odd, but it did smell good.

You smile at him lightly, a crease of melancholy tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“You wouldn’t know it,” you cut the last piece and add it to the plate, finishing the dish.

“It’s a little something I used to make back home. Rather, I tried my best to replicate it with what I have.” You say, pulling out 2 utensils from one of the drawers.

“Would you like to try some?” You ask Jack, who has unapologetically been following the plate with his eyes. He nods, and you hand him the other utensil. He quickly takes a bite, his face first showing subtle confusion, quickly followed by an expression of satisfaction.

You giggle, relieving some of the sadness you felt. You hand the boy the plate, happy at your successful attempt of imitating such a comforting dish. Your hands move on their own as you talk to him again,

“Lately I’ve been feeling real homesick. I suppose I just wanted something to alleviate that feeling.” Your hands reach for some fruits and you place them on the cutting board.

Jack listens to you, looking back at the plate and at your working hands. He sets the now empty plate on the sink, washing it along with his hands, and comes over to you.

“What can I do to help?”

You turn to the beastman by your side, giving him a confused look.

“Help me with what?” You ask, resting the knife on the board.

“Well, you’re feeling down right now,” Jack replied honestly. He continues,

“And you’re always cooking stuff for us so…” Jack averted his gaze and crossed his arms, but you could see some pink rise to his cheeks as he spoke.

“I figured the least I could do is help you with it.”

Your face softened into a smile, although Jack's was flustered. Suppose that if he knew how to use a knife and stir, he could be of use in the kitchen.

"Sure! Here's what you can do." You hand him a couple of ingredients and you take out measuring cups. You run Jack through the basic steps of making a traditional dish from your country as he listens intently. You glance back from your own duties every now and to give pointers and see that Jack, although clumsy at times, is doing a fine job. Soon enough, you give him instructions for another task, then another, and another. Before any of you realize it, you're surrounded by pots and plates full of food. You're stirring one of the pans sitting on the stove when you feel Jack tap you on the shoulder.

"You done?" You ask, thinking that he's done with boiling the veggies, but instead, he gives you a concerned response.

"Prefect... I think we've been at it for too long" He motions for you to look at the rest of the kitchen. You follow his nod with a gasp to see the entire space filled with way too much food for just the two of you.

"Oh, shit" you muttered under your breath. What were you going to do with all of this?

"Leona's going to be mad if he finds this" Your mind raced at the thought of how pissed Leona would be if a herbivore like you was making a mess in his kitchen.

Jack proposed, "Do you think we could give this out without him finding out?". It wasn't a bad idea.

"Hmm. Do you think your dormmates will eat this?" You looked at the food. It was nothing regional, that's for sure. You wondered if they'll like recipes from another world.

"Yeah! They'll eat anything really, especially Ruggie." Jack grinned at you, showing off his canines.

The both of you got to work, sectioning off everything into trays that would be easy to hand out and leaving a little bit of food for the both of you as well. You set out to knock on rooms to deliver the food. Once that task was done, you could go back to the kitchen to enjoy what was left. Everything tastes so much better when you're proud of what you've cooked.

[themore12]

The First-years sleepover!

Now that the Onboro dorm had been renovated and cleaned and everything, Ace decided to take advantage of that and have a sleepover there with the other 1st years!

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"Yo, Prefect!"

You sighed as you heard the ever-so-familiar voice behind you.

You turned to the nearest person beside you who so happened to be Dorm leader Vil Schoenheit, and tried to hide from the troublemakers behind you.

With a hint of exhaustion, you asked for a small favor from the worldwide model. "Hide me Vil...please I just want a moment of peace."

With a raised brow and an amused smile on his lips, he glanced at the one-brain cell trio, who were arguing as they made their way towards you. "I'm afraid they are already making their way here Prefect."

You can only sigh as you catch sight of the familiar red and blue-haired duo in the corner of your eye.

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You already knew Ace would suggest troublesome with how he smiled at you.

"Prefect, we should sleep over at your dorm." (Ace) (events after book 7)

"Don't we do that every now and then already?" (Deuce)

With an annoyed smile, he continued, "Now that it's been renovated and all!" (Ace)

Before you could even begin to say anything, Grim said what you had in mind.

"Why would me and my henchman want you two in our dorm, each time you guys stay there our dorm gets wrecked!" (Grim)

"It only happened a few times!" (Ace)

"It shouldn't have happened in the first place?!" (Yuu)

In the end, you could only watch helplessly as they barged into the Onboro dorm with snacks at hand, a Happy Epel, and a Jack.

You sighed, "You didn't drag Epel and Jack here without their dorm leaders not knowing, right?" With that, the red and blue-haired troublemakers stopped in their tracks.

"..."

You can only sigh yet again, as words can't seem to convey the migraines that are starting to form in your head.

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"I'm sorry Yuu..."

"It isn't your fault Deuce, I know Ace is the mastermind behind all of this."

"Hey! I'm right here!"

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Without noticing it, the sun has begun to slowly disappear from the horizon and the moon from earlier seemingly becomes brighter as time passes by.

"Ace, Deuce, Grim, stop trying to kill each other."

"Epel and Jack can you help me set the table up?"

After a look at your annoyed expression, the three troublemakers raised their arms in defeat and (with a bit of guilt -Deuce) silently walked towards the dining table and sat quietly as they waited for the food.

Knowing that they might cause more trouble if they tried to help.

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"Jack, could you please pass the salt?"

"THAT'S MINE!"

"I SAW IT FIRST!"

"Here Yuu."

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

"Thanks."

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After deciding who washes the dishes with Rock paper scissors, after an intense match between Epel and Ace, the loser (Ace) begrudgingly lurched to the kitchen.

Feeling bad, you decided to stay in the kitchen while he watched the dishes.

You might feel bad, but you're not that kind to take do his task for him.

The others, seeing you stay in the kitchen to provide moral support to their dishwasher, decided to join your little pity party.

"Since when have you guys been this nice..." (Ace)

"If Yuu wasn't here we wouldn't have stayed here." (Deuce)

*Nods along* (Grim, Epel, and Jack)

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Grim the ever-competitive raccoon suggested playing something in the Wonder Link, sponsored by Idia.

"I bet I could score higher than you guys in Star Rouge!"

"Oh you're on, you talking raccoon!" (Ace)

"I'm not a raccoon!" (Grim)

Grim lost 2 times in a row.

"Fngha, Henchman! Win for me!"

You won those 2 losses back.

"Stop acting as if you won." (Jack)

"We count as one student, so I can say I won!" (Grim)

"That's not how that works..." (Epel)

"I can't hear losers!" (Grim)

"...YA WANNA GO, YOU EGG-SUCKIN' RACCOON?!" (Epel)

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"From what I heard you have 10 steps to do before you sleep in Pomifiore?"

"Yeah..." With a seemingly heavy heart, he sighed after he answered. "Don't get me started in our morning routine..."

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As you were gossiping with the others, until sudden loud knocks and a familiarly loud voice yelled out. "Human!" Catching the other's attention with his ever-so-loud voice.

"Isn't that Sebek?"

"HUMAN!"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's Sebek."

With a sigh, you decided to drag your tired body to the front door. "yow, what do you need Sebek?"

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Long story short, he was tricked by Lilia to be part of the pajama party.

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"Ace you cheating!-" (Epel)

"BAHAHHAHAHHAHA" (Ace)

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"What is Wonder Link?" (Sebek)

"I honestly don't know too, man." (Yuu)

"I think it's something you can play games in?" (Jack)

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(Literally in front of them)

"It's like our parents watching us, trying to understand what we're doing." (Ace)

(Glances behind them) "Yeah lol." (Epel)

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"Epel, calm down!" (Deuce)

"GRAHHHHH!" (Epel)

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After everyone joined Epel with his skincare routine(bonding), everybody seemed to have lost all their adrenaline from gaming earlier.

With the moon high up in the sky, almost all the first years seemed to have tired themselves out, since some of them had even passed out in the living room with their bodies littering the floor. Seemingly not caring how they are literally on the floor.

"Jack, can you help me carry them to their beds?" You asked as you pointed to the two passed-out idiots on the floor as you hoisted Grim up, making him grumble a little but after readjusting himself in your arms he continued to sleep like a log.

Jack nodded as he tried to keep his eyes open, seemingly a bit sleepy after all the trouble his friends made him go through.

"If you're tired, just let them lay on the couches." You said as you chuckled at him shaking his head and following you to their rooms.

"Thank you, Jack."

You covered Grim's ears as you shouted for the other two who were barely awake at this point. "Epel! Sebek!"

You hear a very weak "Yeah?" from Epel as he lies on the couch with no energy left in his body,

"Come on, you guys have rooms."

"Coming..."

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After what felt like an eternity (for them) all of them have finally gone to their respective rooms in the Onboro dorm.

"Thank you, Prefect..." You hear Epel mumble before he crashes onto his bed.

"Goodnight Prefect..." You hear Ace mumble as he subtly tries to drag you down onto his bed with him.

"Thanks, Prefect" You hear Deuce weakly mumble as he buries his head onto the pillow.

"Thank you and goodnight, Prefect." Jack said before he nodded and closed his door.

"I appreciate you for letting me in...Prefect." Sebek said although you could barely make out what he said at the end before he closed the door on you.

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"I can't believe I hang out with these losers."

"But at least they're your losers!"

You glanced at the mirror in your room as you set Grim down who grumbled and reached out for you.

"You're right, they're the best losers I never asked for."

"Goodnight Mickey."

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The dorm leaders honest reaction to the sleepover:

Authors note: Its been weeks when will i ever post this?

AUTHORS NOTE 2: not proofread at all.

AUTHORS NOTE 3: ITS A BIT RUSHED BECAUSE ITS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG NOW LMAO, ITS MY COMEBACK I THINK.

Authors note 4: reblogs and comments are appreciated ehe

[toasttt11]

wrapping paper fiascos

summary: finding out your boyfriend can’t wrap presents as well as he has been pretending he can.

luke hughes x reader

hhh masterlist

She put the keys into the lock of their front door and walked into their apartment, she slipped her shoes off by the door and hung up her coat and scarf on the hooks and tossed her keys on the entrance way table.

She smiled softly seeing Luke sitting on the couch and he had his headphones on so she knew he didn’t hear her come home, she decided to head to their bedroom first and get changed out of her clothes.

She slipped on a pair of Luke’s huge pair of grey Devils sweatpants and one of his USA hoodies and a pair of his socks because they are the warmest and most comfortable.

She walked out do their room and down the hallway leaning on the wall looking at the living room and realizing what Luke was doing, he was wrapping presents for the holidays.

She let out a small fond quiet laugh seeing the presents not looking the absolute best but they looked adorable which was a little confusing because Luke always has really nice wrapping since she has known him for the last few years.

When she first saw his presents she was genuinely very surprised at how well he wrapped all of the presents, it wasn’t something she expected him to be good at.

She walked over leaning over the couch and leaning her chin on Luke’s shoulder making him flinch and turn around shocked and let out a sigh of relief seeing his girlfriend.

Luke took the headphones off tossing them on the table as she walked around the couch to him, Luke smiled at her fondly patting his thigh making her sit down on his thigh and one of his arms wrapping around her waist and the other tucking hair behind her, “Hi Baby.” Luke lovingly mumbled with a soft smile.

“Hi pretty boy.” She softly smiled tracing the bridge of his nose softly with her finger making him scrunch his nose at her and she leaned closer pressing a kiss to his nose.

“What are you doing?” She asked softly as she pulled away smiling at Luke’s pout.

She looked back at the table seeing a pair of Nike air force ones that are customized with a few Devils and Umich logos and a few other painted things that is all things that Jack loves, “Oo are these the shoes for J?” She asked curiously knowing Luke had been working with a small business to make a pair of shoes for Jack.

She furrowed her brows not getting an answer from Luke and turned her head seeing Luke having a shy look on his face, “What is it?” She softly asked him.

Luke pursed his lips shaking his head slightly making his curls move, “You weren’t supposed to see me doing this.” Luke sheepishly told her.

“What? Wrap presents?” She titled her head not understanding why Luke is being a little shy.

“Yeah.” Luke fiddled with her waist band, “I can’t wrap presents. You can probably tell.” Luke scoffed gesturing to the one present he finally wrapped and it doesn’t look good.

“But what about the last few years?” She softly questioned brushing back some of Luke’s curls.

Luke made a sheepish smile, “I took them to a store and got them wrapped.”

She made a realization face and nodded, “Okay so why couldn’t you use this year?” She honestly was not that surprised hearing he paid someone to wrap presents.

Luke blinked as she didn’t even mind he didn’t wrap the presents, “I couldn’t get time the last few weeks to go and now it’s really busy and a few of the stores near are closed and it was too much.” Luke sheepishly rambled, He tried to go to the store today but the line was out the door and was hours long.

She softly nodded listening to all of Luke’s words, “Okay do you now how to wrap at all?” She asked gently not being mean or teasing him but genuinely wanting to know what he knew what to do.

“Mom tried to teach me but i didn’t get it.” Luke explained with his cheeks burning.

“Well come on my love i’ll teach you.” She softly told him as she got up and sat on the floor patting the spot next to him.

Luke lips quirked up in a fond smile and slide off the couch sitting down next to her, she draped a fluffy blanket over both of their laps and grabbed a box from Luke’s pile of presents knowing it will be the easiest for him to learn.

She grabbed the wrapping paper and opening it across the coffee table and set it they box down, “Okay first of all you want to make sure you have enough paper for the gift before you cut, you can always have to much but you don’t want to little.” She softly explained to Luke.

Luke slowly nodded watching as she made sure there was enough paper before cutting it.

“Okay so i tape it here first on the bottom so it makes it easier to do the sides.” She slowly taped the wrapping paper letting Luke see everything.

“Okay?” She checked making sure not to go too fast and confuse Luke.

Luke nodded still understanding what she is saying.

“Next you want to do the sides, so fold it here and you can tape it now so it’s easy and then fold this side the same way and tape it and than flip the last piece over and tape it.” She explained as simple as possible as she slowly wrapped the one side.

“Okay you want to try this side?” She softly encouraged pushing the present closer to her making Luke let out a breath and softly nod.

Luke slowly started folding one side just like she said and took the piece of tape she had for him and started doing the other corner.

She watched with a fond smile as Luke focused intently on the present and his tongue was sticking out slightly as she focused.

Luke taped the last piece and made a surprised noise when he realized he did and it did not look half bad.

“It looks great Luke!” She proudly smiled at how well Luke did, “See you can wrap great.” She ran a gentle hand across his curls making him eagerly lean into her touch.

“All because of you.” Luke softly responded back catching her hand and pressing a kiss to her wrist.

“We’re a team.” She playfully reminded him, “We better get started on the rest.”

Luke smiled lovingly shaking his and leaned to he rucking her face and pressing his lips to her lips softly making her hum and press her self to him closer.

“I love you.” Luke mumbled against her lips, He shouldn’t even be surprised with how easily she took what he told her and how easily she taught him something he has been trying to learn for years.

“I love you.” She mumbled back pressing one more kiss to his kiss before they pulled back from each other and faced back to the coffee table starting to wrap the next present together.

“I’m just impressed you managed to hideit for so long.” She teasingly told him as she watched him finish wrapping another present.

Luke whipped his head to her playfully glaring as she giggled at him, Luke let out a small chuckle pressing a kiss to her cheek.

It was the perfect way to spend the night together, wrapping presents together by the warm fire with the christmas tree lights shining through out the living room.

Wrapping presents together felt like their future was starting for when in a few years they are wrapping their kids presents.

[letsgetrowdy43]

A room of our own—

Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader

Request: Hi! I’m not sure if we can combine the prompts but if so could I please request 🐞with the prompts, “Okay, we need to decide whose bedroom it is that's going to be ours from now on. I feel like I'm back in high school, sneaking from one to the other every second night!" (Roommates to lovers), and hearing them snore a little for the first time, maybe the snoring is small, quiet and you can't help but giggle since it's kind of cute, or maybe it's quite loud and you realize you plan to spend the rest of your life with this. With Jacky, love your writing!!

Warnings/notes: Thank you so much love <3 This is a little suggestive, but sos so sweet so please enjoy!!

End of summer celebration!!

Jack stirred awake, the early morning sunlight filtered through his linen curtains. A yawn erupted from his mouth as he turned on his side to be face to face with his girlfriend, eyes still fighting off sleep as he noticed that she was already awake. His girlfriend lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, watching him with a soft smile as he reached out her hand to fix his messy curls, grinning at his bedhead as he caught her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her wrist.

She had grown used to waking up and seeing him first thing in the morning, but today felt a little different— waking up under the same covers as him, limbs tangled with his felt like the start of something more permanent.

“Morning,” she whispered, brushing a few strands of hair away from his forehead. He smiled sleepily, reaching out to pull her closer, his face buried in her neck as he soaked up the intimacy of waking up with her by his side. “Morning,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep as she smiled into the crown of his head.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking, her tone light but with a hint of seriousness as she thought back to the night before—the whispered conversations, the laughter, the warmth of their bodies pressed together under the covers. “Okay,” she began, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back, grinning at the feeling of his gentle grasp on her hips as he pulled her hips to his, “we need to decide whose bedroom it is that’s going to be ours from now on. I feel like I’m back in high school, sneaking from one to the other every second night!”

Jack lifted his head slightly, blinking away the last remnants of sleep as he processed her words. A slow smile spread across his face, and he chuckled softly. “Yeah, it’s about time we figure that out, huh? Feels like we’ve been playing house without actually picking the house.” She giggled, the sound vibrating through him as he held her close. “Exactly! I mean, it’s fun sneaking around, but I think it’s time we make it official. No more sneaking.”

He grinned, his fingers brushing along her side. “Agreed. Let’s pick our spot. Maybe we should just flip a coin.” She laughed, shaking her head at the simplicity of his suggestion. “Or we could, you know, think about it logically? Your room is closer to the bathroom, but mine has better light and decor…”

Jack smirked, leaning in to kiss her lips, a slow, mind-melting kiss that had her brain foggy the second he pulled away to smirk as he continued their conversation “Or we could just alternate, keep things interesting.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re impossible, you know that?” Jack shook his head as he flipped himself on top of her and began pressing kisses to her exposed skin, "I. Am. Not," he said in between the sloppy kisses.

She laughed at his lack of seriousness before her hands cupped his cheeks and pulled his face up to look at her, "if you want to think logistically, my room is cuter and it is the furthest away from Luke," her eyes telling of what she was implying as the kisses stopped and he grinned at her genius. "You're so smart," he kissed her collarbone, "I don't know how I got so lucky," he pressed a second kiss to her sternum as she laughed at his lust-blown pupils.

She laughed, her hands still cradling his face as she looked down at him. “Well, you’re not too bad yourself,” she teased, her tone playful as she ran her fingers through his messy hair. “But seriously, if we’re going to be sharing a room, there’s something else we need to address.”

Jack paused, lifting his head to look at her with a curious expression, a grinning pulling at his lips, expecting a cheeky joke, “Oh? What’s that?” She hesitated for a moment, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheekbone, “You snore. Loudly.”

His eyes widened in mock horror, and he immediately rolled off her, sitting up on the bed, “I do not!” She couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, sitting up beside him and poking his side as she grinned at his dramatics, “Oh, but you do! It’s like a little rumble, but you know what? It’s actually kind of cute.”

Jack groaned, burying his face in his hands for a moment before peeking at her through his fingers, as she dipped down once again and kissed the scar on his shoulder, “You think my snoring is cute?”

She nodded, her smile softening as she reached out to take his hand, their fingers intertwined as she scooted closer to his side. “Yeah, I do. It’s just… you. And if I’m being honest, I don’t really mind it. It’s part of what makes this whole thing—” she gestured between them, “—feel real. Like we’re really doing this, you know?” Jack’s expression softened, and he squeezed her hand, pulling her even closer until their foreheads touched. “Well, if you can put up with my snoring, then I guess I can handle your room being ‘cuter’ than mine,” he said with a grin.

She laughed, leaning in to press a sloppy, teeth clashing, smile wide kiss to his lips, the playfulness of the moment blending with the deeper emotion they both felt. “Deal,” she whispered against his mouth.

As they lay back down, tangled in each other once more, the thought of Jack’s snoring no longer seemed like an issue. It was just one of the many little things that made their relationship theirs—imperfect, but perfect in its own way.

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Jamil Viper - Nightmare Suit Vignette

”From all the children to the witches flying through the sky”

[Halloween Town – Dr. Finkelstein's Lab]

Jamil: Sally-san, I've made a dish sample. Could I ask you to taste test it?

Sally: Of course, I don't mind at all. In fact, I was waiting for you to say something, since it had been smelling good for some time now…

Jamil: Is that so. Well, I do hope it suits your taste… Try it with this sauce here.

Sally: There are a lot of finely chopped ingredients in this sauce. I wonder how it will taste.

Sally: …Oh, this is delicious! You really brought forth the flavor of the herbs.

Jamil: That's right. Do you think the others in Halloween Town will like it?

Sally: I know I like it. But hm… I think the folks in this town would prefer it to be a little more acidic.

Jamil: A little more acidic, I see. Should I add more vinegar, or add fruit to the sauce…?

Sally: There was that one plant with the huge leaves, remember? What if you were to chop up the stem and cook it together?

Jamil: Huge leaves…? I think I know which ones you're talking about, but just in case, can you point out…

???: Sally, help me out here. At this rate, I'll lose my head.

Sally: Jack…! You look so troubled. What's going on?

Jack Skellington: No matter how much I think about it, I can't figure it out, so I feel like I'm going crazy. I need your advice.

Jamil: …Looks as though this is a serious matter. I'll leave you two be.

Jamil: Now that I have received Sally's thoughts, I'll proceed with fixing the dishes. The two of you should have a good talk together…

Sally/Jack Skellington: WAIT!!

Jamil: Eh?

Jack Skellington: I'd like you to listen to what I have to say too, Jamil-kun. I need to figure out a way out of this funk.

Sally: I'd like to ask your help as well. There's no way we can leave Jack like this. Please, help him.

Jamil: …O-Okay, then. If both of you are going to insist like that, I'll join in.

Jamil: So, what's the issue you need help with?

Jack Skellington: It's about the Halloween preparations. I heard that in your world, you guys do some sort of "illumination" event.

Jack Skellington: So I had this thought… What if the Jack-o'-Lanterns light up right as I appear?

Jack Skellington: Wouldn’t it be grand if the lanterns lit up one by one as I walk forward!?

Jack Skellington: …Only, I just can't figure out how to get the timing of everything being lit up right.

Jamil: Wait, so you've already decided to do it!? Shouldn't you determine whether it's actually feasible, first…?

Sally: This is how Jack always works. Once he comes up with something, he won't back down.

Jack Skellington: Sally, Jamil-kun. Please, give me some good ideas!

Sally/Jamil: …...

Jamil: Well… An illumination would definitely liven things up.

Jamil: Back in our world, we have certain programming…

Jamil: We generally have people with specialized knowledge use specific tech to control that sort of illumination.

Jack Skellington: Well, that's wonderfully useful to know. Is that something we would be able to do, as well?

Jamil: I wouldn't really know how to do it. Even in our world, there are only a handful of people who would be able to pull it off.

Jack Skellington: Hmm… I wonder if there's any way we can make it happen.

Jamil: Right… What if you were to ask Dr. Finkelstein?

Jamil: I hear he's an excellent scientist. He may come up with a good answer.

Jack Skellington: I see, you're right! I wonder if he's at home right now.

Sally: No, he's out, helping with preparations. I think he should be in the town center…

Jack Skellington: Alright. Well then, I'll head off to find him!

Jamil: I do hope you find a solution. And with that, I'll go back to finishing my work.

Jack Skellington: What are you talking about, Jamil-kun! You're coming with me!

Jack Skellington: I have no knowledge of how things work in your world. I need you to explain things to the Doctor for me!

Jamil: No, wait, I need to finish preparing the food… Sally-san, can't you back me up here?!

Sally: Once Jack starts saying something, he doesn't listen to anything else.

Sally: I'll let Trey-kun and the others know, so… Please take care of Jack for me.

Jack Skellington: Thanks, Sally. Okay, now that that's settled, let's go right now!

Jack Skellington: COME, COME, HURRY, HURRY!

Jamil: Fine. I understand, I'll join you. …Why am I always resigned to the same sort of role wherever I go?

[Halloween Town – Center]

Jack Skellington: Alright, we made it to the town center. The Doctor should be setting the decorations up around here somewhere.

[nyoom!]

Jamil: !! Jack-san, stand back!

[thud! roll, roll…]

Jamil: Why did half a pumpkin come flying at us!?

Jamil: Oh, it's been sliced so beautifully… Wait, I mean, what just happened?

Halloween Town Resident: Huh? Oh hey, it's Jack and Jamil! You guys just showed up out of the blue, that surprised us!

Jamil: We should be the ones saying that! Was it you who threw that pumpkin at us?

Halloween Town Resident: No, not at all! We didn't do anything! It was all because of this big guy slicing that pumpkin in two.

Jamil: This big guy?

Jamil: Are you talking about this thing with the huge cutter? It just looks like it's a sharp blade held between two long poles.

Jamil: They're using something this big just to slice pumpkins in half? Or maybe… nah, it can't be.

Jack Skellington: Oh, is this your first time seeing something like this? Then, I bet you don't know about this huge box with all these spikes inside.

Jamil: This big box…? I'm afraid I don't. What is it used for?

Vampire: It's to squeeze the life out of… fresh juice! Heeheehee!

Jamil: Ach! He just popped out of nowhere, said his piece and then left again…

Jamil: But seriously, juice? I feel like this would be pretty difficult to use to squeeze fruits… I think I won't think further about it.

???: Ah, Jack-san. So, you were over here. I've come to collect you.

Jamil: Jade? What do you mean collect him?

Jade: As soon as he heard of the concept of illumination, he said, "This won't be enough!" and ran off so forlornly…

Jade: And so, were you able to concoct some brilliant idea, Jack-san?

Jack Skellington: Well, that's… Not yet. I haven't come across something that just screams "This is it!" yet.

Jade: If you find yourself in a quandary, please don't feel the need to keep it bottled up inside yourself. Both I and Azul would be happy to be of help.

Jamil: Hey, don't try to peddle your business here of all places. Seriously, you Octavinelle folk are always on the lookout for opportunity.

Jamil: We're actually searching for Dr. Finkelstein to ask for his advice. Have you seen him at all?

Jade: I'm afraid I haven't. Vil-san should be helping out nearby, perhaps you could ask him?

Jamil: Vil-senpai…? Oh, that might work! Jack-san, what if we were to ask Vil-san for his thoughts?

Jamil: He's an actor… He has experience in working on projects that garner a lot of attention, so he may be helpful for not only the illumination, but also on various ways to implement it.

Jack Skellington: Is that right? I might be able to really learn something by talking to him. Let's head over to Vil-kun right away!

Jamil: Vil-senpai, thanks for taking the time. We were hoping to get your take on something for Halloween…

Jamil: Jack-san is saying that he'd like to appear before everyone in a very flashy manner, with a resounding illumination.

Vil: The most important scene to prepare in any production is when the main character appears, yes. I support your plan to enhance that moment. However…

Vil: Halloween Town doesn't have any sort of specialized equipment of that sort… I feel as though it would be difficult to set up some elaborate lighting scheme as of right now.

Malleus: There's no need to use any human-made equipment. I can enhance Skellington's appearance with my magic.

Jamil: Right, using this guy was also an option, hm.

Malleus: Would you be wreathed in light? Shall we raise fireworks into the sky? Ah, or perhaps we could make it snow.

Jack Skellington: Oooh…! That's amazing, Malleus-kun! I bet you could even make it rain bugs to frighten every…

Vil/Jamil: ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vil: You want to rain down bugs? Absurd! That idea is the worst thing I've ever heard.

Jamil: YEAH! …Ahem. Pardon my outburst.

Jamil: Jack-san, you're the Pumpkin King. Should you not rely on your own strengths to give your townsfolk a scare, instead of using bugs?

Jamil: Even if we were to secure Malleus-senpai's cooperation… This is the only time we'll be able to help you with this, Jack-san.

Jamil: Next time, you'll have to bring about Halloween by yourselves, just like your previous years.

Jamil: If we were to implement a method that can even be executed by the others in this town, then it can be utilized for future years down the road.

Jack Skellington: Jamil-kun… You're an inspiration! You were not only thinking of this Halloween, but for the next ones, too.

Jack Skellington: I get it. I won't rely on magic or bugs. Let's think of something that all of us Halloween Town residents can do.

Malleus: Hm… It seems I am unneeded. Call me if you change your mind.

[Malleus leaves]

Jade: Oh, my… Is he sulking, now?

Vil: He isn't that much of a child… I'm sure. Come now, let's get this discussion started.

Jamil: So, we need to come up with a method to give him a grand appearance without any specialized equipment, or using magic, huh…

Vil: Yes… This may be a cliché, but what about an entrance while riding something?

Vil: The higher up one is, the easier it would be to garner the attention of others as opposed to simply walking. We can even make sure the spotlight is on one focal point.

Jade: That's a good idea. Just like how the tales of the mermaid princess even tell of how her father, the king, would appear before everyone on a chariot pulled by dolphins.

Jamil: I actually was reminded of the legend of the princess of the oasis that's prevalent in the Scalding Sands.

Jamil: With golden camels, peacocks, and various other animals and dancers in tow…

Jamil: A young man presented himself before her in an extravagant parade.

Jamil: Hmm, a parade…

Jamil: Jack-san, I've thought of something good.

[Halloween Town – Center]

Jamil: Jack-san, I've thought of something good.

Jack Skellington: I see that gleam in your eye… You look pretty proud of yourself. What kind of plan do you have up your sleeve?

Jamil: We should throw a parade.

Jade: A parade?

Jade: Back at Night Raven College… At our school, we tend to have one as a finale on Halloween.

Jamil: That's right. We tend to have one at the start of our feasts in Scarabia, as well. …More often than not.

Vil: A parade would definitely be grand and lively. It's not a bad idea to keep the audience's attention.

Vil: However, wouldn't we require a large number of people to put on a parade?

Vil: Do you intend on having the townsfolk learn how to parade march?

Jamil: Not at all. The only one who will be in the parade will be Jack-san.

Jack Skellington: Just me?

Jamil: Ah, well, of course, we'll still need all hands on deck to help…

Jamil: All the townsfolk are looking forward to seeing how you'll arrive on Halloween day.

Jamil: We couldn't possibly ask them to march behind you in the parade!

Jamil: Instead, we need to make sure your gallant appearance is firmly burned into their mind.

Jack Skellington: You're right. It's just like you say, Jamil-kun! I want all my fellow residents to see me clearly.

Jamil: And so, that's where Vil-senpai's earlier idea comes into play.

Jack Skellington: His earlier idea…? Oh, you mean where I arrive while riding something.

Jack Skellington: Jade-kun mentioned the story with the dolphin pulling the chariot. And what was it Jamil-kun said again…?

Jamil: Ah, I hadn't actually mentioned what he rode, right. That young man presented himself riding in on the back of an elephant…

Jack Skellington: An "elephant"? We don't have such a creature in Halloween Town.

Jamil: An elephant is an extremely large animal with a long nose, magnificent tusks, and large ears.

Jack Skellington: I can just imagine something utterly frightful just from that description. I'm getting chills.

Jade: Well, we can't have that. I suppose we should hurry and find an elephant and bring it here to Halloween Town as soon as possible, then!

Jamil: Hey, don't just throw that out there!

Jade: What do you mean? I am simply attempting to accommodate Jack-san's request.

Vil: Jamil's doing all he can to wrap this up quickly, don't cause any unnecessary issues.

Jade: But it would be no fun if the plan were to go off so smoothly without a hitch.

Jamil: It's not like someone like you from Octavinelle would do something without taking a fee, anyway. So, shut up and just let me deal with this!

Jack Skellington: Hey, what are the three of you whispering about over there?

Jamil: We were simply discussing his idea on bringing an elephant into town.

Jamil: As a concept, I don't think it's terrible. However…

Jack Skellington: Oh, is there something problematic about it?

Jamil: Jack-san, you said that you'd want everyone to be able to see you clearly.

Jamil: But if you were to ride on the back of a large elephant…

Jamil: Wouldn't there be people who wouldn't be able to see your expressions, let alone your silhouette?

Jamil: And we want everyone from those brats― I mean from all the children to the witches flying through the sky to see you!

Jack Skellington: Oh no. So if I do that, not everyone will be able to enjoy themselves…

Jack Skellington: I would have loved to have seen an elephant, myself… But I suppose we should leave that for another time.

Jack Skellington: Ahhh, we've come full circle… Urgh… What should I do?

Jamil: THUS!! What if you were to ride a horse?

Jamil: There are many scenes in movies and fairy tales in which a king would appear before his people while riding a horse. Right, Vil-senpai?

Vil: That's true, it does tend to give them a heroic aura. For this production, it doesn't have to be a real one. We only need to make it look just as striking.

Jack Skellington: A horse… A horse, huh! Yeah, that sounds perfect. Now it feels like the last piece of the puzzle just clicked into place!

Jack Skellington: Oh, what if we were to gather up some straw to make a horse? I want to make it look terrifying to perfectly suit the King of Halloween.

Jamil: You want to make a straw horse? That's definitely not something I've ever seen back in my world. What a brilliant idea, Jack-san.

Jamil: Ah, lovely, I'm glad that we've assuaged your worries. I'm looking forward to Halloween day!

Jade: It seems as though everything has wrapped up without any further issues. Although, I can't help but feel a little disappointed…

Jade: You were able to bring some almost impossible request back into the realm of feasibility without rejecting it outright…

Jade: Heh, if anyone could have done it, it would've been you, Jamil-san. I guess it's to be expected… since you're so experienced in dealing with unreasonable behavior.

Vil: Indeed. On top of that, he even found a way to utilize my strengths… Looks like everything was settled thanks to your careful thinking.

???: Jack, Jamil-kun!

Jamil: Sally-san, what are you doing here?

Sally: You didn't come back, so I started to get worried. Have you all decided how Halloween will be kicked off yet?

Jack Skellington: Yeah! Jamil-kun gave us a spectacular idea.

Sally: Well, now...! I'm so happy to see a huge smile on your face, Jack. It's all thanks to Jamil, I'm sure.

Sally: I don't know if me or the other townsfolk would've been able to clear up his worries.

Sally: I only wish Jamil-kun could stay in this town forever…

Jack Skellington: That's a great idea! You should stay here in Halloween Town and help us prepare for Halloween forever.

Jamil: I am beyond honored to have such high praise from the both of you.

Sally/Jack Skellington: So, then…!

Jamil: I appreciate your invitation, but I'll have to respectfully decline.

Jamil: Back home, there are many things that would fall apart without my assistance… I worry for the people I left behind.

Jack Skellington: I see… Well, that's a shame. You truly are a prudent guy. I totally understand why so many rely on you.

Jamil: Thank you.

Jamil: While I'm here… No, while we're here we'll make sure this Halloween will go smoothly.

Jamil: Let's make this Halloween the most enjoyable and scariest one yet.

Requested by @farfalla049.

[chukys-mouthguard]

14. “That was but a moment of weakness. Think nothing of it.”

jack has been pinning after quinn’s grumpy best friend and she won’t admit how fond she is off him and they finally kiss and she tries to play it off but jacks knows :)

Prompt: “That was but a moment of weakness. Think nothing of it.”

Note: I’m literally was brainstorming ideas for these prompt requests while driving to work today and literally making voice notes of my ideas 😂 this one ended up a little on the longer side i feel, but hopefully it’s still good :)

“Well I know who you’re most excited to see.”

Glancing at your friend you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, knowing exactly who she was talking about.

“More like who I’m going to avoid at all costs.”

Your friend just shaking her head, she along with everyone in your friend group knew how you secretly felt about Jack. But you’d never admit it. Not even to Quinn, his own brother and your best friend for years.

You and Quinn met first, then he slowly introduced you to his brothers, knowing they could be a lot to handle when all together. Luke you didn’t mind, but something about Jack just got under your skin. His confident cocky attitude, the way he was literally good at everything he did, his adorable smile and the way his laugh lit up a room. No, y/n, shut up. Nothing about Jack Hughes was anything to blush over.

“Gonna be kind of hard when we all are stuck on a boat together. And when Jack looks like that.” Your friend pulling down her sunglasses to get a look at Jack, in just his swim trunks as he helped Quinn load up the boat.

Since Jack’s shoulder surgery you’d heard that he’d been hitting the gym pretty hard. And it was sure paying off, sure you admit that he looked good. But you didn’t dare tell him, not needing to boost his ego any further.

“Oh lord…just another thing for him to brag about.”

Rolling your eyes you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the adventure this day would be. Trying your best to not be a total jerk all day and have some fun.

Quinn waved at the two of you as you approached the boat, Luke taking your bags and setting them on the deck.

“Okay, so Jack and I got pretty much everything ready to go. The only thing left to pack is the cooler, y/n do you mind going to pack that? You’re the go to bartender around here.”

Flashing a smile to Quinn you accepted the task and headed into the garage of the lake house. Eyeing up all the alcohol in the fridge and trying to decide what to bring.

After getting an initial idea, you scanned the room for the cooler, only to find it on the top shelf completely out of reach.

“How the fuck do the Hughes boys reach that? No way one of them got that thing up there.”

Rolling your eyes you tried to find anything that could help you reach, opting to try and stand on a few cases of beer. Only to still be a few inches short.

“Can I help?”

The playful tone of Jack’s voice echoing through the garage and making you cringe. Of course he shows up, loving the fact that you needed him when he knew the feeling was killing you inside.

“Nope, I can do it myself.” Trying to stand on your tippy toes, you swiped for the cooler, only to miss and stumble off the piled of beer boxes. Bracing yourself to fall face first, you shut your eyes tight, only to be caught by the arms of Jack.

His arms that were now much bigger than you’d remembered, his skin sun kissed from being out on the boat all morning, your heart racing from the fall, but also the closeness of the two of you.

“Are you okay?”

He slightly chuckled as he helped you back to your feet, his arms still wrapped around you as he smiled down at you. Sensing how nervous you’d become. Your heart racing as you looked back up at him, not noticing his face moving closer to yours.

Before you could react, he’d placed a kiss on your lips, nothing crazy, testing the waters more so to gauge your reaction. And when you didn’t pull away, Jack knew he’d gotten through your cold act you kept up with him.

“I’ll take that as a yes, and dare I say, I think I make you nervous y/n.”

Scoffing you quickly threw drinks into the cooler, flustered as you just wanted to get onto the boat as quickly as possible.

“That was but a moment of weakness. Think nothing of it Jack Hughes.”

Reaching for the cooler, your arm practically popping out of place at the weight of all the drinks. Jack laughing as he came over to help.

“If I help with the cooler do I get a kiss for that too?”

“You wish Hughes.”

Rolling your eyes you took your hand from the cooler, leaving him to carry it all by himself.

“Hey! What gives?”

“Well you’re loving showing off your new muscles, so I thought you could put them to work.”

[felinecyan]

Wonders of the Skies

[Keigo Takami x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When he finds himself bored, stressed, or tired… he seeks comfort in not only the stars, but his favorite spot to relax, right on your balcony.

WC: 3634

Category: Fluff, Pre-Rise of Villains arc

Since my other fics are filled with angsty drama (and my birthday is officially four days away 🗣️), I decided to be nice and drop one that’s full-on fluff. Enjoy ☺️

『••✎••』

The stars being out should've been his first sign. The clouds were thin, the night sky clear of any smog, and the wind was still. A beautiful night. The perfect night for such a tiring day.

He was all over the place with his schedule. Between patrolling his section of Musutafu, taking reports from his informants, and training his little fledgling, he could barely catch a breath. Not to mention, he had to deal with the paperwork that came from the Hero Commission.

So he was exhausted. He needed a breather—something to make his body relax after being worked so hard. So, wishful thinking and a bit of insomnia were the perfect excuse for him not to enter the warmth of his apartment.

And there you were. Standing on your balcony, leaning against the railing as the soft breeze of the night blew. The moon's soft glow reflected against your skin and hair. The way the light framed your face and illuminated your skin was nothing short of beautiful.

You had no idea he was there, standing on the rooftop just above your apartment building. He always did this. On nights when he felt the weight of his responsibilities too much, he would come to you.

Your apartment was one of the tallest buildings in his area. It gave him a bird's eye view of everything below, the perfect vantage point for him to keep a watchful eye out for anything suspicious.

It was just an added bonus that you were here.

The first time he came here, he only stayed for a couple of minutes before returning home. He was just checking the place out and getting familiar with the area. Then, he found you.

He saw how you leaned on the railing of the balcony, gazing at the night sky and humming along to a tune only you knew. It was something he was familiar with, something that soothed his mind, but he couldn't figure out where he had heard it before.

So, he asked you in the most subtle way possible.

"What are you humming?"

And the reaction you had was enough to make his forced smile genuine.

Thinking back on it, he probably shouldn't have popped up like a damn jack-in-the-box. You were peacefully enjoying the night sky until you looked up into his upside-down face and nearly had a heart attack.

His first meeting with you was definitely memorable.

He remembered the look of absolute shock and fear as you stared into his face. And then he remembered the moment your expression shifted into one of irritation as you scolded him for scaring the hell out of you.

You, scolding the number three hero for scaring you. You had some serious guts to do something like that.

That's what intrigued him about you in the first place. It was a nice refresher when comparing you to his... "fanbase."

But he was getting off-topic.

As he gazed at you from the rooftop, he felt his eyes soften. It was odd how you had this effect on him.

Just looking at you made him feel relaxed. Not to mention your voice, how sweet and comforting it sounded. Even if you were just humming, you still held his attention.

He could listen to your voice all day.

He let out a quiet sigh as he leaned on the railing of the roof. From up here, you seemed so small, almost insignificant compared to the size of his city. But, in his mind, you were much bigger than the city itself.

He couldn't quite explain why, but there was something about you that made him feel comfortable. Your presence alone was enough to make him feel at peace.

With one final sigh, he hopped down from the rooftop. He wasn't properly wearing his headpiece, but it was fine. He didn't mind the whistle of the wind in his ears. It was only for a few seconds, anyway.

In no time at all, right before he hit the ground, he snapped open his wings and caught the wind. He watched as you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of his boots thudding against your metal railing. You spun around, looking like a deer caught in headlights, only to glare at him when you realized who was the cause of your heart stopping.

"Jeez, Hawks," You placed a hand over your chest. "A warning would be nice."

He chuckled as he landed in front of you. His wings were open wide, the tips of his feathers brushing against the edges of the railing. "But then I wouldn't get to see that adorable look on your face."

You huffed and crossed your arms, your glare still in place. It didn't seem like you were really mad, though. There was a twitch in your lips that made him smirk.

There were some things he could really struggle with, but deciphering all the emotions and expressions on people's faces? That was easy. It was something he needed to learn when he was younger, and while he might not use the skill often, he was still happy to have it.

It helped him get a read on people, and more importantly, it helped him know villains and criminals.

And, occasionally, it helped him figure out what the hell you were thinking.

"How was work today?" You asked, already forgiving him for scaring the shit out of you. "Busy?"

"Eh, the usual," he waved off. "Patrol was a breeze. A couple of muggers were caught stealing purses, but that's about it."

He watched as you tilted your head, your brow raised. "You're not telling me the whole story."

"Well, what can I say?" He shrugged, finally hopping down from the railing. He stretched out his wings and folded them against his back. "I'm a man of many talents. Gotta keep some of the fun parts to myself, right?"

You scoffed, opting to stare at the city below rather than give him a response. He didn't mind, though. He liked looking at you, whether it was your face or the scenery.

"What about you?" He asked, stepping beside you. "How was your day?"

"Good." You sighed. "I'm happy it's Friday. I needed this break."

He chuckled. "Don't we all?"

Though, he never really took breaks. Well, not proper ones, at least. The closest he got to a vacation was going undercover for an extended period of time. But that was far from relaxing.

"I had to set up a surprise party for one of my friends," you said, a tired smile on your face. "Well, technically, I didn't have to, but I wanted to. He's been through a lot recently, so I thought it would help lift his spirits a bit."

"Sounds like a fun time," Keigo mused, a smile on his face. "What's the occasion?"

"Oh, his birthday," you answered, your gaze shifting back to the city. "I've never celebrated his birthday, so this is the first time I've ever thrown a party for him. I'm honestly a bit worried that it won't be good."

Keigo hummed and turned to face the city. "I'm sure he'll love it. It's the thought that counts, right?"

"Yeah." You laughed quietly, looking at the sky. "I just hope he'll enjoy it."

For a few moments, silence enveloped the two of you. A comfortable one, but still silence. It gave him the time to appreciate the view in front of him.

Sure, the city lights were bright, and the air was a little stuffy, but the moon's light and the stars' glittering made it worth it, especially when they were reflected in your eyes.

You looked ethereal.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to fly," you said softly as if the sound of your voice would disturb the stars. "What it would feel like to soar through the sky. Just imagine the view."

He looked at you, watching your expression carefully. You didn't notice his eyes on you. Instead, your attention was on the sky, your gaze full of wonder.

He hummed, a mischievous smirk on his face. "Want a demonstration?"

You snapped your head towards him, your eyes wide. "What?"

Without saying a word, he removed the headset against his neck and slid it back where it belonged. He turned his body towards yours and spread his wings, stretching them out. He then reached his hands out to you, his smile growing wider.

"What are you doing?" You asked, eyeing his hands cautiously.

"What do you think?" He retorted. "Come on, take my hands. I won't drop you."

Your expression didn't change. If anything, your wariness grew.

"What?" He teased. "Scared? You don't trust me?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You know, it's times like these that make me question our friendship."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, his smile remaining. "Just take my hands. It'll be fun."

For a second, you continued to stare at him. And then you let out a sigh.

"Okay, fine," you muttered, grabbing onto his hands. He figured you probably thought you'd have time to relax and prep yourself, but no. He couldn't be here for too long, and this bird never liked being cooped up.

He only waited long enough to ensure you wouldn't fly out of his arms. Then, with a mighty flap of his wings, he pushed the two of you into the air.

The look on your face was priceless.

He'd seen fear before. Hell, he'd experienced it plenty of times. But seeing it on you? It was hilarious.

Your grip on his arms tightened, and your legs flailed around in a desperate attempt to find something to hold onto. And even though he couldn't hear you, the way your mouth opened was enough to tell him that you were screaming.

His stomach hurt from how hard he was laughing. He wanted to look at your face again, but he didn't want to kill the two of you. So, he opted to keep his focus on the sky above and the city below.

He made sure to avoid the clouds and kept his wings steady. You wanted a demonstration, right? Well, a demonstration you'd get.

He glided through the sky, letting his feathers do the hard work. And while he had been in the air countless times, this felt different.

Usually, when he was flying, it was because he had to save someone. He didn't have time to appreciate the view or take in the fresh air. And even when he had some spare time, he would spend it napping or taking reports from his informants.

But now, he could relax. No emergencies, no patrols, no paperwork, and no informants. It was just him, the stars, and you.

And for once, he felt like a regular guy.

He wasn't Hawks, the number two hero, or the kid with too many feathers and not enough time. He was just a regular guy—someone who could fly and who could show the wonders of the skies.

"You can open your eyes now," he called out, making sure his voice was loud enough to be heard. Of course, he wasn't completely sure they were even closed in the first place, but you were clutching his arms pretty tightly, so he figured it was safe to assume they were.

Slowly, he felt your grip loosen. Your legs stopped moving, and your head turned away from him. Your eyes were closed, and he watched as you hesitantly cracked them open.

He didn't say anything as you stared at the sky, your eyes wide. The look on your face was one he would treasure forever.

Your mouth was parted slightly, your gaze was full of wonder and amazement, and your expression was a mixture of surprise and joy.

It was like a child seeing a new toy.

"Woah," you breathed out, your grip loosening more. "This is... wow."

"Right?" He laughed. "Oh, here, let me lend you some help."

Before you could ask what he meant, the pair of visors against his head detached themselves and flew in front of you. As quickly as they were removed, they were replaced, and he smiled at the gasp that left your lips.

"The wind gets annoying," he explained, a smirk on his face. "This makes it easier to enjoy the view."

"Don't you need them? To see, I mean."

Aw, concerned for his safety. How cute.

"Nah," he waved off, "I've done this plenty of times. My eyes are used to the wind."

You hummed, and then your arms moved up and rested on his shoulders. Your legs stopped flailing around, and your body leaned closer to his. He was glad you did. You were starting to slip.

"Is this better?" He teased, a grin on his face. "No more screaming, I hope?"

You glared at him, though there was no heat behind it. "You know what? Yes, it is. Now, can we please focus on the view?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. We can."

After a few minutes, your gaze finally left him and settled on the view. He took the chance to look at you, to memorize your features, and to burn the image of you in his mind.

He didn't need the view you needed; he's seen it plenty of times. Instead, he wanted the view he'd never get a chance to see—the one where you were enjoying yourself.

He wished the moment would last longer so that he would have more time to put a smile on your face, but the time flew by. Plus, he needed at least two hours of rest, and it was already close to midnight.

So, he slowly descended back onto the balcony, landing softly and gently. Disappointment was clear on your face as you gave him back his visors and looked at the sky longingly.

He understood. It was the same feeling he had whenever he landed. It was nice being in the sky. It was nice not having a care in the world.

It was nice being free.

"Thanks for that," you said, turning to him with a small smile. "That was amazing."

"You're welcome," he smiled, taking off his headset and resting it against his neck once again. "Hate to ruin the mood, but unfortunately, duty calls."

"Already?" You frowned, "At least stay for some tea."

He would love to, but he really shouldn't. He was already pushing his limit as it was.

"Sorry, doll," he sighed. "Another time, okay?"

You let out a quiet hum and looked at the city. He followed your gaze, and for a second, the two of you stood in silence.

He couldn't believe it's been three months.

It felt like yesterday that he found you on the balcony. Now, you were standing in front of him, offering him a drink, and he was about to reject it.

But he couldn't, not today. Today, he needed to leave.

With a sigh, he turned towards the railing and stretched his wings. His boots scraped against the metal bars as he climbed up, his feet finding purchase on the railing. He looked back at you, his wings twitching as he prepared to take flight.

"Wait!"

He froze, his body turning towards you. He cocked his head to the side and watched as you walked towards him.

"Before you go," you said, a hand reaching into your pocket. You pulled out a key, its surface shining brightly from the moon's light. "I wanted to give you this."

He felt his heart drop as he took the key. He looked down at it, his fingers grazing over the metal.

"That... surprise party I mentioned earlier? I'm going to change it to a dinner," you said, giving him a gentle smile. "I feel it aligns with your schedule better; more of a chance for you to drop by, you know?"

He felt his eyes soften, and a small smile formed on his face.

"Why change the entire birthday party because of me?" He asked, raising a brow. "Shouldn't it be what your friend wants? Since it's his special day and all that?"

"Well, yeah, but—" You hesitated. "I mean... don't you look at dates? You know what date it's going to be in... I don't know, five minutes?"

He raised a brow, the smile on his face widening.

"It's going to be the 28th of December."

"Yes, and...?"

You blinked.

"What do you mean, and?"

"Do you want the exact time and minute, too?"

Your lips were parted, and your eyes were wide. He couldn't help but laugh at the look on your face. You looked so shocked, so surprised.

"I can't believe it," you mumbled, your mouth finally closing. "So, you're telling me that it is so insignificant that you can't even remember the date of your own birthday?"

That smile of his... faltered.

His heart dropped.

His stomach twisted.

His blood turned cold.

What did you just say?

"My birthday?" He croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. Oh, how his voice shook.

"Yes, your birthday," you replied. "When's the last time you celebrated it?"

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His mind was blank. He couldn't remember. Of course, he knew what tomorrow was; he always made himself aware of the date, but what about the day itself? He didn't have a clue.

He'd never celebrated his birthday, not since the Commission took him. There wasn't a reason to, and there wasn't a need for it. You had asked him when it was three weeks ago, and he remembered every conversation and figured it was plain curiosity.

He thought you'd forgotten.

"Are you okay?"

His eyes snapped towards yours, and the concern in them almost made him fall. Almost.

"I... got it right, didn't I?" You whispered, taking a step towards him. "I didn't just mess up your date, did I?"

"No, no, you didn't." He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "It's just that... well, I haven't celebrated my birthday in a long time. I... honestly didn't think I was missing out on much."

You hummed and nodded to the key in his hand. "Well, how about we start now?"

He looked down at the object in his hands. His fingers brushed over the smooth surface. It felt warm against his skin, almost as if it were inviting him.

"Tomorrow, we'll celebrate your birthday," you continued, your voice soft and comforting. "Whenever you can. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to make it, and I'm okay with that, but if you can, then that's great."

"I—" He looked at you, his eyes shining. "How'd you know I'd visit tonight?"

You snorted, a small smile on your face. "You always visit on Tuesdays. I didn't have high hopes, but I'm glad I did it anyway."

He was stunned. Speechless, even. He didn't even realize every time he visited was on a Tuesday. Hell, he didn't even know he had a schedule.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" You nudged him gently. "Go home. Get some rest. Stop by tomorrow if you can, or just enjoy the day. Either way, happy birthday, Hawks."

His wings twitched, and a warmth filled his chest. His eyes softened, and his lips curved upwards.

"Keigo."

You faltered, your brows furrowed in confusion.

"Huh? You want me to leave?"

"...What?"

"You said 'okay go' so—"

"No, no, that's not what I—" He let out a groan and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm saying, Keigo. Call me Keigo."

"...what?"

He was starting to regret this.

"My name," he clarified, looking at you. "Keigo Takami. That's my name. You don't have to call me Hawks, not if I can call you by your name. Just... uh, don't go around calling me that, you know? Keep it a secret. Between us. Yeah?"

He cringed. God, he sounded so awkward.

But it didn't matter because you evidently didn't hear the stutters and the hesitation in his voice. Or maybe you did and were nice enough not to point it out.

Either way, a wide smile was on your face, and your eyes were bright.

"Happy birthday then, Keigo."

Oh, he wasn't used to this. Hearing his name was a new experience. It's been so long, so, so long since he heard it. Honestly, it's been so long, and his brain was trying so hard to connect his name to him.

He missed hearing his name.

He loved his name.

"Thank you," he smiled, and it was the most genuine smile he's ever made.

And then he jumped. His wings spread, and he took off into the night. But unlike the other times, he didn't go straight home.

Instead, he went higher, higher, higher. Until he couldn't, and then he stopped, his gaze fixed on the sky.

There were so many stars, and the moon was big and bright. The wind was harsh, but he didn't mind. He was used to it, after all.

But what he wasn't used to was the warmth in his chest. It was foreign and strange, but he liked it. He liked the way it made him feel, and he wanted to keep it forever.

And so, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. And, without a doubt in his mind, he said the words that were stuck in his throat for so long.

"Happy birthday to me."

Because not even two minutes after he left, on the 28th of December, 00:01 AM, he received a text from you:

The key wasn't your actual gift, by the way, so make sure you eventually swing by, whether it be tomorrow or next week.

Again, happy birthday!

And then warm feeling in his chest only grew

[coralinnii]

❋Keeping your scrunchie for you❋

Who would keep your scrunchie for you, and would even do your hair feat: Ace ⭑ Sebek ⭑ Azul ⭑ Jack genre: fluff, humor note: reader has hair that uses scrunchies, reader has hair for long hair hairstyles, established relationships, no pronouns used,

I know it's been a while but I have been meaning to write. I just have what I'm calling Silver Syndrome where I fall asleep at any given moment and lose track of time ^_^' whoops

This is sorta self-indulgent since I’m also guilty of always forgetting my hair ties at my friend’s place and when I need one, they would come to me with their arm filled with them xD. Since then, we would always have spares on each other in case any of us need them. 

Getting him to keep it

At first he was gonna tease you. What? Do you feel the need to lay claim on him that you want to leave something of yours on him for all to see? You know there’s more than a hair tie you can leave on him- 

Oh, you’re just forgetful and you want to have a spare on him if you need one? You guys are practically attached to the hip so there’s logic to it, to you anyway. 

He's so gonna fight you on it. It’s one thing to ask him to keep spare some small hair ties on him, heck if you let him use them on occasion he wouldn’t mind at all. But it was those poofy, colorful scrunchies that he can’t even hide underneath his jacket sleeve. 

But he loses this fight with you (he always does when it comes to you) and ends up with a cutesy hair tie that contrasts heavily against his black school jacket. He had to fight the embarrassed flush every time he got teased, especially by his upperclassmen like Cater and Floyd. 

Don’t let his loud complaining fool you, though. Despite all the teases, he still keeps your scrunchie out in the open when he could have easily stuffed it in his pocket. He secretly likes fidgeting with it during class, partly since it’s really soft and partly that it reminds him of you. He thinks a lot about how pretty you look when you have your hair up. 

Would he tie your hair?

Yes, but he wasn't great at it. At first, he can do a simple ponytail but that’s all he really knows about hairstyles. I mean, he only ever ties his bangs back so he’s not the most creative in the hair department. 

Have some patience with him as he sometimes messes up and gets your hair tangled. He’s a fast learner so he’ll get the hang of it. 

Once he’s used to it, he’ll start experimenting with your hair by giving you goofy hairdos like a unicorn horn on your head. He once tried to make round cartoon-like “ears” with your hair for giggles. But he always offers to brush your hair back to normal each and every time. 

Actually, Ace likes to mess with your hair a lot more often now because this gives him a chance to brush your hair. He enjoys the intimacy of the activity, like you two are in your own little world with no one to disturb you. He can spend hours just running his fingers through your hair while you chat about anything and everything. 

“Hey, stop moving around so much! Don’t go complaining to me if this new hairdo turns out bad”

Getting him to keep it

Definitely gonna fight you on this. He argued that you should be responsible enough to remember to keep spares on you at all times. It’s your own fault for being so forgetful about your own things. Plus, it goes against his dress code and he can’t bear to ruin Malleus’ reputation just because his loyal knight has a bright puffy scrunchie on his wrist.

You decided it’s fine if he can’t do it but it did bum you out a bit. Imagining the serious Sebek with your bright scrunchie on his wrist would be the cutest thing to see but you didn’t want to push it if it caused this much arguing. 

But Sebek noticed your declining mood and started to have conflicted thoughts because of it. Would it really make you that happy to see him with that tacky thing on his arm? 

The next day, Sebek came up to you and wordlessly raised his arm towards you. Confused, you asked the green-haired freshman what’s wrong. 

“...I shall allow it” 

“What?”

Apparently, Sebek couldn’t get your sad face out of his head all day yesterday, ruining his mood and causing him to stress out with worry. Lost as to what to do, he did what he tends to do in these situations, and asked Lilia for advice. The older fae chuckled at poor Sebek and assured him that a trivial piece of fabric would hardly ruin Malleus’ image so he is free to decide what he wants to do. 

And Sebek wants to make you happy. 

“Give me your cursed scrunchie, human”

Would he tie your hair?

Again, he’s going to fight you on this. He claims he has better things to do but really he’s just terrible with styling hair and was scared if you didn’t like his work. Unless you want your hair gelled up like his, he doesn’t know what else he can really do with hair in general. 

Still, you encouraged him to try and with you boosting his courage, he started trying simple hairstyles like braids and ponytails. He was a little clumsy but always up to improve himself. He soon became more confident and would even offer to tie your hair up during P.E classes or club activities. 

He especially likes trying out hairstyles that are trendy with his fae kind, like braiding flowers into your hair. The people of Briar Valley are more traditional with their appearance and more extravagant hairstyles are typically reserved for special occasions like parties…or weddings. 

The way Sebek’s cheeks burned when he couldn’t stop thinking how beautiful your hair might look for your wedding…with him as your husband-to-be. Your hair would be absolutely ethereal no matter the style, considering that it’s you-what was he thinking?! 

Best not to bring up his bright face or he’ll start yelling out of sheer embarrassment. 

“...Well, is this to your liking? It is?...I see… What?! I was not worried, don’t be absurd!” 

Getting him to keep it

For the right price, sure. 

I’m joking (kinda) but honestly Azul wouldn’t mind it since it wasn’t that big of a request. I firmly believe that he has more than enough pockets with his dorm uniform. 

Anyone who would even try to tease him about it would just be asking for humiliation as Azul would respond swiftly with some backhanded comments. 

“Embarrassing, you say? Well, I suppose having a lover that relies on me so would seem tiresome to some people. However, I'm afraid I'm just so smitten with my adorable lover who just trust me so. Sighhh, woe is me” 

This octoman would play the “no b*tches?” card. Such poor, unfortunate souls

But one day you needed a hair tie and you asked Azul if he still had your spare. The merman then pulled out a scrunchie you didn't recognize from his pocket

“Azul Ashengrotto…whose scrunchie is this?!” 

Before you start to panic, Azul quickly explained that he came across this scrunchie at a store in the town near the campus. 

“I thought this would look good on you, so I bought it in hopes it suits your taste” 

Even though Azul tried to sound casual, there was a cute flush coloring his cheeks that he was trying to hide behind his gloved hand. He knew you had enough hair ties and you could always buy more yourself. But, he just couldn't stop himself.

That scrunchie was now your new favorite accessory.

Would he tie your hair?

Contrary to the previous boys, Azul has a better sense of style due to his entrepreneurial nature and his dedicated interest to keep up with the most marketable trends. 

I also believe that since Azul is a mommy’s boy, he paid close attention to his mother’s hair styling routine. However, he realizes that it won’t exactly be the same considering you both are not in the ocean and he himself is adjusting to life with dry hair. 

But he won’t be stopped by his inexperience. He would research the best hairstyles for your hair type and what would amplify your natural features. Every chance to do your hair was a chance to improve his skills. Get real comfortable because you’ll be his guinea pig for hours. At least you’ll be a beautiful guinea pig by the end of it. 

At first Azul had some insecurities about keeping you for so long, surely you would be bored being with him for so long and having him practice with your hair, especially when you wouldn't really gain much from it other than a mess on your head most of the time. 

Please reassure him that you love these intimate moments with him and you trust him wholeheartedly with your hair. 

“I’ve heard stories that speak of mermaids that used to lure humans with their beautiful hair. I thought it foolish to be so easily charmed…but seeing yours, I suppose there’s some truth to that.”

Getting him to keep it

Grumbled about it at first but will keep it for you. Any exasperation was mostly just you asking him because of your tendency to forget them than anything else. Despite his grumpy look, Jack wasn’t going to fight you on something as trivial as holding some hair ties for you. Would question you what’s so great about scrunchies, though (they’re adorable, ok?!)

All he asked was that it’s a scrunchie that doesn’t get in the way of his daily routine, and if you could pick one that would be a bit water resistant or dark in color since he’s worried that he would get it dirty during his work-out routine or spelldrive practice at Savanaclaw. 

He honestly doesn’t understand why anyone would make fun of him for holding a scrunchie for you. He's whipped because you trust him with your stuff? This man just can’t relate to loser behavior. 

Even if he's not a fan of scrunchies, he’s still incredibly careful with your hair tie, making sure that it’s either tucked safely under his sleeve or mindful to avoid accidentally snagging the fabric on something. 

If he just recently got the scrunchie from you, he can still smell the scent of your shampoo on it as it starts mixing with his own scent. Don’t tell him but some of his dormmates can see his tail slightly wagging when he glimpses down to his wrist every now and again where your hair tie is.

Would he tie your hair?

He’ll fight more on this. You guys are in an academy, you should be able to tie your own hair. Don’t be lazy, he stated. 

But watch him later try to excuse his actions when he suddenly pulls your hair back with your scrunchie during lunch, just so your hair doesn’t get in your face as you ate. You honestly forgot he still had your scrunchie and Jack was getting frustrated watching your hair constantly falling forward every time you tried to reach your food. 

Since Jack has younger siblings, he has some experience with tying someone’s hair despite having fairly short hair himself. It’s nothing too fancy but he’s pretty good with some basic hairstyles

He’s really gentle with your hair, occasionally pausing to gauge your expression to ensure you’re not in pain. Sometimes you have to be careful or you might just fall asleep with how Jack’s large hands softly handle your hair like it was silk.

“This should keep your hair out of your face. Huh, how do you look? Don’t ask stupid questions…you already know you always look good…No, forget I said anything!”

[sc0tters]

Brat | Nico Hischier

summary: when nico sees you with another guy there is only so much he can take before he steps in.

kinkmas: day six (edging)

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (fem receiving!), swearing.

word count: 2.76k

authors note: okay so toxic Nico may or may not be my new favourite Nico. Luke was collateral in this but we love him for that! If you want to read more from kinkmas you can find the playlist here!

Nico didn’t consider himself to be a jealous person.

Truly most people described him as caring and kind. But the thoughts that went through his mind as you and Luke ended up in matching Christmas sweaters for the team holiday party, were anything but kind. The way Luke’s hand pressed against your back as you smiled at something he said made Nico sick. You and the captain had been in some game of cat and mouse for months after you joined the team as the nutritionist at the beginning of the year.

The line of professionalism had been crossed at the end of last season when both of you had a little too much to drink. It seemed that night your hands couldn’t leave Nico even has the two of you got into your uber back to his apartment.

Nico smiled as your swollen lips stared back at him “you look so fucking pretty doll.” He mumbled sliding into the seat next to you “like it when you respond so well to me.” Your cheeks turned red as you whimpered leaning forward to kiss him once more.

With some regard for the driver Nico cupped your your cheek as he smiled “can’t wait to fuck you so good.” His mumble into your ear was something he’d make sure to fulfill as you didn’t end up sleeping until the sun came up the next morning.

From that moment on it started the never ending back and fourth that always ended in the same way. Nico at your apartment with both of you in your bed and clothes on the floor. Only to end up with him leaving before the sun came up. It worked for you both or at least it did until Nico decided that you two should be able to see other people.

You knew he was allowed to because you weren’t dating but seeing him bring other girls to games when you were only ever seen in the dead of night made you feel sick. So when the holiday party came along you jumped at the opportunity to try to piss Nico off.

It had been weeks since you and Nico last spent time in your room and you wanted him to remember just how much power you truly held. Having to watch Luke guide you to the kitchen again as you needed a refill it finally made Nico act as he saw a mistletoe in your sights. He was quick to leave the conversation with Jack and John as his fist clenched around the cup he held “how screwed do we think he is?”

Johns voice was soft as it was clear that Luke was going to be dealt some extra laps after practice.

Jack let out a laugh as he nodded “he’s so fucked.” The duo stood there and watched as Nico wrapped his hand around your arm.

It surprised you as you turned to be met with the Swissman “Neeks?” You furrowed your eyebrows taking a gulp as you remained calm.

Luke sensed your apprehension as he placed his hand on your shoulder “look I need to talk to her.” Nico looked over you as he glared at his teammate.

You rolled your eyes at his words but before you could argue Luke was already off back into the crowd “what the hell was that?” You whisper yelled as you frowned at Nico.

The boy pulled you in the direction of the hallway where it was quieter “you want to go fuck with Luke all of a sudden?” Nico laughed as he shook his head “you know you’re mine right?” His thumb pressed against your cheek as his calloused skin grazed against yours.

A whimper left your lips as you stared up at him “you are such a dick.” You scoffed as you huffed stepping away from him “you have a new girl each week but the first time I look at another guy you get mad?” A laugh left your lips as you could tell believe the insanity of it all.

The hockey player smirked “you been watching what I do princess?” His grip on your hand softened as he finally let your hand go “why don’t we go back to mine?” Nico proposed as he pointed his head in the direction of the door.

You sighed “you can’t keep doing this to me Nico.” You mumbled looking to the ground “schatzi.” His voice was soft as he kissed your head “you know you love me deep down.” Of course he was right and you told yourself that it was the reason why you followed him.

No matter how hard you tried to ignore it you were in love with Nico and that was why you blindly followed him into the car as his Uber driver drove you two back to his apartment “you two have a nice night.” The driver smiled watching Nico help you out of the car “you too.” His voice was rough as his hand went to your lower back ushering you into the building.

The moment the elevator door shut behind you both Nico finally let his lips capture yours. They were as rough as you remembered as his fingers dug into your hips “fuck.” He groaned as you were backed into the wall.

It was a mix between needy and horny as your hands tugged in his hair “uh.” A voice came from the door as it opened when you arrived at Nico’s floor.

A girl who looked like she couldn’t have been any older than you stared at Nico before she smiled taking him in. It made you feel jealous as you watching him smirk making you punch at his jaw as you forced him to focus back on you as you let your teeth tug on his lower lips resulting in him grunting “come on baby.” Nico laced his fingers into yours as you two then moved to his door.

The girl gave him a final look making the boy kiss you once more “be a good girl and get my keys.” The hockey players voice was soft as he nipped at your neck “Nico.” You moaned struggling to focus as your hand darted into his pocket of his jacket.

You let out a mental cheer as you pulled them out but as his fingers lowered to the hem of your skirt you it made your panties grow slick with desire “you know what you need to do.” His voice sent shivers down your spine as his fingers drew circles over your panties “fuck.” You whimpered resting your head against his shoulder as your eyes screwed shut making him laugh.

Nico used his free hand to guide yours finally letting you both into his apartment. He was quick to shut the door finally sending you both to his couch “you’re so pretty.” The hockey player cooed as he cupped your cheeks forcing you to look up at him “been missing you for so fucking long.” Nico groaned as he could taste your vanilla lipgloss on his tongue.

You had always been so sweet as he loved the way you tasted and how it danced on his tastebuds especially when he ate you out “Nico.” Your voice was shaky as his hand pressed to your chest softly forcing you onto the couch “I’ve got to taste you.” His beard that started growing again made you whimper as you thought about it pressed between your legs.

The boy didn’t wait for your verbal response as he dropped to his knees pulling you closer to him until his face was merely inches away from your soaked cunt “please.” You begged angling your hips upwards.

Those movements brought the smirk back to his face as he nodded reaching up to fiddle with the fabric of your stockings “you women make this shit too hard.” The boy complained using his fingers to tear a hole in them ripping your white thong in the process “Nico!” You groaned making him laugh.

He pressed a kiss against your thigh as your skirt bunched around your hips “those little panties tell me you knew you were gonna end up here tonight.” Nico smiled as your cheeks went red “and you know I’ll buy you all them in the world if you let me rip them off of you.” He cooed seeing you into this lull until his tongue licked a sharp liken up your slit.

It made you jump as he wasn’t usually this forward with you “fuck!” You gasped reaching your hand forward to tug on his hair as it fell over his face.

Nico had always been skilled with his tongue swirling over your clit as his grip kept your legs open “so good.” You murmured as he all of a sudden stopped to look up at you letting his lips leave your clit with a pop “you think Luke could get you like this?” Nico asked kissing the folds of your cunt watching as your body shook “asked you a question princess.” His finger lazily ran up and down your slit spreading your wetness around.

Your moans struggled to stay in your mouth “no cap only you can.” You nodded shivering as his index finger pressed harder against your clit “what did you just call me?” The coarse tone the man used made you freeze as you blinked.

Jaw went slack as you panicked “I’m sorry Nico-” you apologised as he raised his other hand to stop you “schatzi answer my question before I stop.” Nico warned making you bite your lip.

Embarrassment ran through your views as you shrunk into your seat even as he motioned to you to answer “cap.” The words grasped to the air in the apartment as he smiled “it wasn’t that hard now was it?” The hockey player smiled as he slotted his index finger into your soaked cunt.

You moaned bringing your hands up your sweater as you revealed you weren’t wearing anything but your bra beneath it “such a pretty girl.” Nico cooed seeing the lace of your white bra as your fingers tugged at the cups of your lacey undergarment “all mine aren’t you?” You nodded watching as he lowered his lips to your clit again.

The movements this time were slow and sensual like Nico wanted you to feel every bump of his tongue “all yours N.” You moaned driving your hips against his face as he softly slapped your stomach making you jump “not my name.” His words were muffled against your cunt making your body writhe.

Nicos eyes shut as you whimpered “more cap please.” You begged chewing at the inside of your cheek “need to come.” You felt yourself grow relieved as the coil in your stomach grow tight.

His plans were of course different as he smiled up at you “you’re so fucking good at this.” You moaned feeling your heart pound against your chest “my cap.” His cock grew hard as it grazed against his boxers.

The animalistic sounds that left his lips as you turned into his last meal. Likewise the pants that left your needy lips that painted the walls of the living room edging him on further. Nico thought it was cute the way you desperately rutted your hips against his face as you grew closer to your high.

He always had this power where he could make you come with the mere sound of his voice. But right now Nico could see just how close you were “I’m gonna.” Your hands tugged on his hair just that much harder as your body shivered arching forward when your other hand fondled your breast toying with your nipple as it was between your fingertips.

But as most good things go Nico pulled away loosening his fingers around your thighs too. Your lips formed a pout as you went to argue as Nico got up “you really thought I’d be letting you come after how you acted?” His question came with a kiss as his hands squeezed at your waist “you know I wouldn’t-” you were cut off as his cock stuffed cunt.

You gasped as your hand wrapped around his arm “what was that?” Nico teased as he smiled seeing your eyes flutter “won’t talk to him anymore.” You offered reaching down to remove the sweater from your body as you threw it across the room.

Nico hoisted your legs over his shoulders bringing the angle that he fucked you at tighter. The hockey player didn’t want to hear any of the potential apologises that could have come from your lips. Not when Nico was so focused on the idea of marking you up so everyone could see that you were his.

The idea of you being covered in bruises and hickies as you couldn’t walk acted as encouragement for this thrusts “god.” You bit at your cheek trying to swallow your moans “none of that baby.” Nico nipped at your neck as he arched his back over to let him kiss you.

He drove his cock into you making your mouth form an o “want to hear just how good I make you feel.” He watched how your breasts bounced with each thrust he made into your cunt.

Both of you were staying Jersey for the break so Nico now made it his aim to leave you struggling to walk or better yet not walking at all during that break. Desperation exacerbated his desire to stake his claim in you. Nico wanted to make sure that Luke could never get the chance to see you like this, after all you were Nico’s girl.

Your focus was foggy as you couldn’t make a coherent thought trying to slide your hand down to your clit “p-p-please.” You begged not knowing what it was you were trying to ask for. What once felt painful now turned into pleasure as Nico could have seen how deep his cock was inside of you if he confused hard enough “what you want baby?” Nico smiled as his chain hit your chin making you arch your back.

It made your cunt throb as your core fluttered around him “you.” The word was simple as it made him groan “you have me schatz.” Nico cupped your cheek as he nodded.

The pants that left your lips reminded him of how close he was making Nico draw his dick out until you had just his tip inside your cunt before he would slam his hips against yours. The hockey player repeated the gesture a couple of times until you frowned “r-rude.” You stammered making him laugh “you want to come pretty girl?” Nico offered making you whine as you nodded hoping he wasn’t screwing with you “then fucking beg for it.” It almost turned into a waiting game for him as he began fucking you properly again.

You huffed “I wasn’t even that bad!” You cried growing frustrated as your movements on your clit began to stifle as he didn’t respond “fuck Nico please just let me come.” You groaned only to each the sound of him clicking his tongue in disappointment.

Nico watched your eyes begin to roll back showing that you truly didn’t have that much more in you “that’s not my name tonight.” He shook his head “cap I’m gonna come.” Your words changed bringing a smile to his face “that’s it princess.” His voice was soft as he nodded finally giving you the green light to come.

His pace increased as his hand replaced yours bringing you to your orgasm “please don’t stop.” You cried as tears rolled down your cheeks making Nico kiss you “there you go my pretty girl.” Nico smiled letting his expression change as your cunt tightened bringing his own orgasm on.

The room grew warm and sticky as he kissed you like you were the only girl on this planet until his thrusts finally began to slow as you both went to control your breathing “that was wow.” You blurted out feeling his cock slide out from your cunt.

Nico brought his hand up to play with the come that oozed out of you as he brought it up to your clit swirling it around your sensitive nub “you’re so-” you cut yourself off as your teeth clamped down on your lower lip making him laugh “I know my pretty girl.” Nico nodded pecking your lips one final time before he took in your fucked out state.

Brought on by him, nobody else.

[monzabee]

a not so meet cute – cl16

paper rings, prologue(?)

masterlist || series masterlist ||

Summary: The one where Charles meets his neighbour, who quickly captures his attention.

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none other than charles being charles, also might have some cursing, google translate french

Request: “Hii if you’re taking requests could you please write a fic for Charles where he’s your best friend and he asks you to fake date him because he think he likes another girl so he wants to make her notice him/make her jealous kind of thing and you agree even though you love him and during the fake dating he realises that he loves you too and yeah angst fluff and all but a happy ending .If you decide to write this tysm and incase you don’t feel like writing this that’s cool too thanks either way ❤️”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! although i am still working on the first chapter of this new series, i wanted to write a little something for you guys to introduce you to the world i had in mind! i know it was not on the wip schedule, but the inspiration struck so i decided to go with it. ever since i saw the wedding pictures of margaret qualley and jack antonoff, the only thing i've been thinking of was the song, and i though it was the perfect song for the characters i had in mind. so, welcome to the new series, inspired by the request above, so thank you for the anon who put the idea in my mind to create this whole series, and i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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August, 2017

He met Margaret on our rooftop, she was wearing white And he was like, "I might be in trouble"

Charles loves his country, he really does. He’s always been patriotic of some sorts, he supposes. But the one thing he absolutely loathes about Monaco? The heat, no questions asked. The worst part isn’t even the heat itself, per se, it is the fact that his apartment has no elevator and he has to walk up five stories just to make it to his apartment – in the heat. So yeah, even though he is as patriotic of a Monégasque as they come, he definitely wishes he was somewhere else at the moment. When he does make to his floor, however, he’s met with a rather peculiar view, where his new neighbour is yelling at someone on the phone.

“No, I said I wanted the granite counters,” the person specify, fingers clutching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “No!” The man straight up yells, “Ceux en granit, connard, pas ceux en graphite. I don’t think they even come in graphite!”

Deciding to remain silent as he makes his way towards his own apartment, Charles ignores the man standing in front of the apartment opposite of his. Though, he realises that the apartment’s door is open and there is construction going on inside, which explains the drilling sounds he’s been hearing early in the morning and the smell of fresh paint that never seems to leave the shared floor.

Side-eyeing the whole ordeal, he manages to make it to his apartment without attracting the attention of the man – or so he thinks. Just as he’s about to unlock his front door, he feels a pat on his shoulder. As he turns towards the man, there is a curious look on his face, “Hi?”

“Hello,” the man greets, “do you know how i can contact the superintendent?”

For reasons unknown (extreme hangover), Charles’ brain decides to blank out, “Quoi?”

“Le commissaire,” the man clarifies, “savez-vous comment je peux les contacter?” And Charles realises he would have been impressed with the man’s accent if he wasn’t so hangover from the night before. The superintendent, do you know how I can contact them?

“Ah,” Charles nods in understanding, “sure, let me give you his number.”

After the man saves the number he gives to his phone, he extends his hand in a friendly greeting. “I owe you one, I’m Declan, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Charles,” he responds with, what he hopes to be, a friendly smile. Motioning the apartment behind them, he asks, “Are you my new neighbour?”

“Oh, no, no,” Declan laughs, and it’s a warm, almost infectious laugh. It reminds Charles of– well, it doesn’t matter anymore. Declan’s voice draws him back to the conversation, “My sister is, I’m renovating it for her.”

Charles nods in understanding, “Ah, I see. I’ve never seen her around, I don’t think.”

“Well that’d be because she’s as annoying as little sisters come,” Declan laughs again, and this time it manages to get a smile out of Charles. “You know what? We’re actually having a small party at my place tonight, why don’t you come?”

“You’ve just met me,” Charles points out, voicing his confusion, “you really want to invite me to your house?”

“Pish posh,” Declan waves him off, already starting to walk back to his sister’s apartment “I’ll send you the details, bring alcohol!”

Charles tries to come up with excuses to give Declan when he’s a no show at the party, but all the excused he come up with sounding either shitty, entitled or just a mess in general. So he convinces himself to get ready after a much needed shower, and remembers to pick up a bottle of tequila on his way to the address Declan texted him earlier that day. Considering the amount of cars parked in front of the apartment complex, Charles thinks whether it’s going to be a ‘small’ party as Declan put earlier, but he manages to find a place to park his car, nonetheless. Surprisingly, it’s not hard to find which apartment belongs to his new ‘friend’, as the people he seems to keep literally bumping into give him directions which lead him to the top floor – he thinks, like brother like sister, huh?

“Ah, bienvenu, Charles!” Declan greets him as he enters the apartment, filled with more people than he honestly expected; but hey, they are in Monte Carlo after all.

Because he was raised by his mother, Charles replies, “Merci de me recevoir,” but because he is Charles, he finds himself reverting easily to French. Of course, he soon realises that his new friend has no trouble understanding him.

“Of course, ma maison est ta maison.” With a wide smile that reaches his eyes, he takes the bottle Charles offer him and pats his shoulder in a friendly manner, “Good lad, let me put this in the kitchen and we’ll find my sister together. I suppose she’s here somewhere.”

Giving him a firm nod, Charles is suddenly left alone to gaze around the living area. He quickly realises that he’s not the only one who is particularly patriotic as he comes face to face with the Union Jack on the wall, proudly displayed on the wall, seems to tell a story of cultural connections and a home away from home. He’s also, somehow, met with a very eccentric group of people, who seem to be insistent on having him join their various conversation – which he does his best to partake in.

As he chats with a group of fellow partygoers, he notices Declan making his way through the crowd toward him. “Charles,” he says with an apologetic smile, “sorry for that, let’s go.”

As they move through the apartment, Charles catches glimpses of the décor, which can only be described as eclectic, but what he realises that Declan made sure to fill up his walls with all kinds of memories; from photographs of what Charles thinks is his family to his diplomas, to even famous artwork – he’s not sure whether the Warhol he just passed by is real or not, but he supposes it’s probably the first option. They arrive at a corner of the rooftop terrace where a cozy seating area is arranged. A few guests are engaged in animated discussions, while others lounge comfortably, enjoying the ambiance. However, it doesn’t take either him or Declan to realise that his sister is, in fact, not with the group.

Though, it doesn’t take the latter to spot his sister, mumbling with a wince under his breath, and when Charles follows Declan's gaze to find her engaged in a rather animated discussion with a man who looks both frustrated and slightly bewildered by her. “Poor guy.”

“Seems like she's keeping him entertained.” Charles offer, careful with his words, and also quite confused at the man’s reactions to whatever Declan’s sister seems to be saying.

“Eh, sisters.” Declan shrugs, and motions Charles to follow him.

As they approach their corner of the terrace, her voice becomes clearer, and Charles can overhear snippets of the conversation. “I just don’t understand why we can’t print more money,” she says in an airy voice.

The man she's speaking to rubs his temples, clearly grappling with how to respond. “Well, it's not that simple. Printing more money can lead to inflation and devalue the currency.” He takes a moment to think, then, “Think of it like shoes–”

“Okay,” Declan laughs nervously as he places himself between the two, turning to the other man with a kind smile, “I think we’re done here, mate, she’s playing you. She’s an econ major, sorry for that.” Though Charles can’t see the expression on her face, he imagines there’s some sort of a victorious smile as she waves the man away, “Stop emasculating my friends, please.”

“Well choose better friends, and I won’t,” she shrugs, following his brother’s movements as he makes his way back near Charles, she turns towards him as the white dress she’s wearing sways gently in the evening breeze. There’s a surprised look on her face when she realises and they are not alone, “Um, hi.”

With a playful grin, Declan points to Charles and turns to his sister, “This is Charles, your new neighbour, and Charles, this is my sister–”

Bambi.

It’s the only word that comes to Charles’ mind when he sees your eyes and a friendly smile you give to him, “Nice to meet you, Charles.”

His eyes fall down to your extended hand, and he scrambles to regain his composure, taking your hand and shaking it gently. “Uh, yes, nice to meet you too.”

With an unexpected clap from your brother, which has both you and Charles jumping slightly, you turn to him with a glare, “Well, now that you know each other, I’ll leave you to get acquainted. And you,” he points to you which elicits a raised eyebrow from you, “don’t scare him off, and for God’s sake change this music.”

“What’s wrong with ABBA?” You ask with a small pout already forming on your lips.

“We need a change,” Charles watches with a silent chuckle as Declan starts walking back towards the kitchen, “ergo, change it!”

“Well that was an interesting exit,” you mumble, eyes following your brother until he’s out of both your and Charles’ views. Afterwards, you turn your attention back to the man standing in front of you, “What do you think about The Smiths?”

“Who?” Charles asks you, confusion written on his face.

“Not The Who,” you nudge him slightly, chuckling softly, though your laughter dies down once you realise he’s really confused. “I– The Smiths, Charles! To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die,” you softly sing, but he replies with a small shake of his head, and a shrug. “Oh, I love The Smiths! Come on, you have a lot to learn.”

As you grab him by his wrist to guide him back inside the apartment, I might be in trouble, he thinks to himself. And then, you turn around to give him a full smile, with a glint of mischief in your eyes that he can't quite interpret, and say, “I can already feel that we are going to be very good friends.”

And then he knows, he’s definitely in trouble.

[444takeomi]

ACCIDENTALLY SEEING YOU NAKED

: ̗̀➛ summary: 1st gen bd walking in on you changing

character(s): shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi, takeomi akashi, keizo arashi

warnings: female reader, nsfw, nudity, second-hand embarrassment (lol)

wc: 0.8k

a/n: i haven’t written anything overly nsfw in a while so have this ig, i'm currently working on a few longer posts but writer’s block has been kicking my ass😭

: ̗̀➛ shinichiro

shin knew that you were in your room and wanted to ask you something, but he made the mistake of forgetting to knock on your door and decided to just walk in without any warning. he stops mid-sentence as soon as he sees you, the sight of your naked body making him lose his ability to both speak and think, and he immediately forgets what he was even going to ask you in the first place. he tries not to stare, he really does, but with you being the first woman he had seen like this, at least in person, he just can't help himself as his eyes begin tracing along every dip and curve of your body. shin can feel his pants getting tighter as he continues to look you up and down, and it isn't until you tell him to get out that he snaps back into reality, realising that he's been staring at you for way too long. he starts apologising profusely before turning around to leave your room, only to hit his head on the doorframe on the way out. shin never really saw you as anything more than a friend before, but he finds himself unable to look at you the same way again, especially after all the dreams he's had about you since.

: ̗̀➛ wakasa

waka doesn't even think about the fact you might be changing, opening your door and casually walking into your room without bothering to knock first. he isn't prepared for the sight in front of him, his eyes instantly landing on your bare figure and he can't help but smirk in amusement as he watches you attempt to cover yourself with your hands. waka might tease you about it a little, suggesting that you did this on purpose and how it was like you wanted him to walk in on you since you didn't even bother to lock the door, and if you weren't in such a vulnerable position you'd honestly want to slap him. of course he’ll leave as soon as you ask him to, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable after all, although he can't help but find himself stealing one last glance at your body before he closes the door. he's had a thing for you for so long now, having imagined what you might look like underneath your clothes countless times before, but none of his fantasies could ever compare to the real thing. waka can't stop picturing your body underneath his, imagining all the things he wants to do to you.

: ̗̀➛ takeomi

omi will roll his eyes and sigh, acting like this entire situation is somehow your fault despite the fact he was the one who walked in on you. he scoffs at you when you tell him to get out, abruptly turning around because he knows he'll be tempted to look at you otherwise, and he doesn't want you figuring out just how much of an effect you have on him. not to mention he can feel his face getting hot and refuses to let you see the blush spreading across his cheeks, knowing that you’ll never let him live it down. omi snidely tells you that there are locks for a reason and you should learn how to use them, before shutting the door behind him just a little too loudly. despite having been around countless naked women before, he's actually super embarrassed by the whole situation and he feels like an idiot for entering your room without knocking. he holds the bridge of his nose between two fingers as thoughts of your body occupy his mind, and he mentally curses at you for making him feel this way. omi can't get that image out of his head for weeks, jacking off to the thought of you more times than he'd like to admit.

: ̗̀➛ keizo

benkei is very respectful of your privacy, so it's unlikely that he would come into your room without knocking or asking for permission to enter first. however, for the sake of this scenario let's just say that this time you didn't hear him, and so he assumed it was okay to come in since he didn't hear you say otherwise. he’s very flustered upon seeing you undressed but manages to keep his composure, refusing to let his eyes wander as he averts his gaze elsewhere, uttering a small sorry and gently shutting the door again. benkei is so quiet about it that you probably wouldn't have even known he'd walked in on you if you weren't paying attention. he’ll apologise to you properly about it later, saying how sorry he is and that what he did was a complete accident. he's so sincere that of course you forgive him, telling him that the both of you can just forget it ever happened, to which he agrees. but what you don't know is that benkei finds himself getting bricked up to the thought of your body later, and he knows seeing you like that just made trying to get over his crush on you a hundred times more difficult.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

I Wanna See it in Motion, In 3D (NSFW)

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Synopsis: Jack can't keep his eyes off you on the set of his new video and the two of you eventually make a video of your own

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Model!Reader

Requested by: an amazing anon 💕

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There you were anxiously and nervously standing to the side on the set of Jung Kook’s and Jack Harlow’s newest video and the butterflies that you felt in your stomach were on one thousand no matter how many times you tried to get yourself to relax and calm down. Truth be told, this was your first video shoot and you were honestly surprised that you had gotten a call back for it.

You were an aspiring model and work had become scarce these days so your manager decided for you to go to a casting call for a music video to get you as much exposure as possible. However, you had no idea that the so-called video would involve your longtime crush Jack Harlow. You had been following his career for a while and ever since you heard Sundown, you had become obsessed with your friends even teasing you about it from time to time. 

 It was still early in the day and you knew that this would be a long one ahead of you since the director had told you beforehand. Seeing as you had no experience whatsoever doing this, you had no idea what to expect, but you were excited nonetheless. You had done plenty of photoshoots before that lasted for a few hours, but nothing like this and were open to having new opportunities placed in front of you. 

You heard one girl that was standing to the left of you gasp and you turned your head to see what she was staring at.

Of course it was Jack who had finally arrived on set. No surprise there.

Your breath immediately hitched in your throat and if you had been nervous and anxious before, you had no idea what you were now and just hoped that you didn’t faint or do anything to make a fool of yourself in front of him.

When Jack first made his way onto set after hitting the hair and make-up trailer, his eyes immediately went to you and he saw that you were somewhat standing off to the side and looked as nervous as can be when he decided to make his way over towards you.

You tried not to have a look of panic across your face as you saw Jack making his way towards you and tried to even your breathing as best as you could. When he opened his mouth to speak, all you could do was smile at him.

“I saw you looking a little nervous over here, so I decided to come over and keep you company. I’m Jack by the way.”

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You held out your hand for him to take, but instead he brought you into a hug catching you off guard, but you quickly accepted it and hugged him back.

He smelled so good and you wish that you could’ve held onto him for longer. 

“Nice to meet you too. So is this your first video shoot? Those are the vibes I get from you.”

“The vibes obviously don’t lie because it is. I have no idea what to expect so of course I’m nervous. Modeling is the lane that I’m usually in and used to so this is an entirely new environment.”

“You’re going to be fine. Besides, I’ll be here all day to keep you company and hopefully ease your mind. We’ll be done before you know it.”

“I appreciate that.” You quietly said while playing with the bracelet that was gracing your left wrist.

Just then you heard them call Jack’s name so the conversation was quickly cut short. 

“We’ll continue this later.” He said while smiling at you and you quickly gave him one in return. Your main goal was accomplished to not make a fool out of yourself in front of him, so hopefully the rest of the day would be a breeze and go well without any incident.

As Jack was walking away from you,  he noticed that you perked up after the little talk that you had with him and one of the other girls had come up to say something to you, making you laugh and getting the biggest smile on your face. 

He then made it his mission to ask you out on a date by the end of the day. 

It was around two in the afternoon, when all of the girls were lining up to do one of Jack’s scenes that had all of you standing next to him in a line. There was no set order and all of you just randomly stood next to each other, until Jack walked over to you and simply tugged at your hand to follow him which you quickly did.

“Jack, Is something wrong?” You asked and Jack quickly shook his head no.

“No, I just wanted you next to me for this scene. No reason to have you in the back when that beautiful face of yours needs to be shown off to the world.”

You instantly felt your cheeks grow hot and tried to look down at your feet, but Jack quickly took his pointer finger under your chin to raise it up in order for you to be able to look at him.

“Just calling it like I see it.”

For the first few takes of the scene, you could tell that Jack was annoyed, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on as to why until he abruptly stopped in the middle of shooting making everyone look at him confused.

“You know what? Y/N, could you do me a favor and hold something for me?” Jack asked while looking over at you and you simply nodded not understanding what was going on. It wasn’t until Jack took off his prized Kentucky chain and slid it around your neck which had your heart beating a mile a minute.

“There, that’s better and I like the way that it looks on you.” He whispered to you while leaning down.

One of the girls named Nina who was standing next to you quickly leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“He has literally been giving you bedroom eyes all day, now if we leave here today and come back tomorrow and you didn’t fuck him I’m going to be extremely disappointed.” The both of you quickly laughed while you looked down at the chain and played with it in your hands. I mean you didn’t think anything of it and just thought Jack was being nice, but Nina had quickly pointed out earlier that Jack would always go out of his way to make sure that you were in every scene that he was in as well as have you as close to him as humanly possible. 

And you weren’t complaining one bit.

The day was winding down and you were trying to head to your hotel to get some sleep so that you would be ready for tomorrow when you realized that you had to return Jack’s chain to him. You looked to your left to see that he was conversing with Jung kook and waited until they were finished to approach him in front of his trailer.

“Here, don’t want you to lose this or forget it.” You said while starting to take off the chain, but he quickly stopped you.

“You have anywhere to be right now?”

“No, just my bed waiting for me in my hotel room.” You quickly answered as Jack swung open the door to the trailer.

“How about we spend a little time together before you leave?”

“Sure, why not?” You quickly answered while going up the steps with Jack following close behind you. 

Once inside, Jack locked the door behind him and turned around to see you scrolling through your phone. He then made his way over to you and softly took it out of your hands to set in on the table that was in the front of both of you.

“You did amazing by the way. Couldn’t tell for a second that this was your first time on a video set.”

“Oh really? I was nervous the entire time thinking that I was going to mess up or do something stupid.”

“I don’t know why you were nervous when I was around you the entire day and told you that I would be.”

“Well it’s easier said than done and I mean you’re you so….”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re like this big global superstar. The both of you are so of course I was nervous.”

“But are you nervous now?” Jack asked as he scooted closer to you and took your hand in his.

“Do you want me to be honest?” You asked as Jack’s fingertips softly grazed the back of the hand that he was holding.

“Of course I do.”

“Then yes.”

“But how about you let me melt some of that nervousness away, pretty girl?” Jack asked and there was an instant lump in your throat as you could feel the river start to make itself known between your thighs. 

“And what do you suggest?” You curiously asked as the bulge in his pants became more pronounced as he started to place kisses along your neck.

“Well, I could think of a few things and…. None of them involve clothes.”

Once Jack looked back up at you, it was hard for him to read your facial expression, but he quickly got his answer when you kissed him and he eagerly kissed you back.

“Been waiting all day to do that.”

You wasted no time with getting Jack’s shirt over his head and still continuing to kiss him after you tossed it to the opposite side of the room and scratched down his abs making him moan into your mouth and you couldn’t help but smirk.

Not wanting anything to happen to his chain, you quickly tried to take it off, but once again he stopped you.

“Leave it on. I wanna fuck you with you only wearing this and record it for safe keeping and my eyes only.”

All you did was nod as you bit your lip and stood up to slide off your shirt making sure to leave the chain on just like he requested. The chain was cold as it touched your skin, but you quickly knew that Jack would warm you right back up. 

Your boobs were now on full display in front of him and he quickly reached up to take one of them in his mouth while playing with the other making you throw your head back in pleasure.

After a few minutes, you softly pushed him away in order for you to stand back up and slide off your pants along with your black thong that you were wearing underneath. You took them both off painfully slow as you had turned away from Jack in order for him to be able to see you from behind as you did it. Once you had reached down to pick up your thong, his erection had almost grown painful and he needed to be in you as soon as possible. 

Not wanting to waste anymore time, Jack undid his pants and lifted up his hips in order for you to be able to slide them off and was slowly stroking himself as the precum leaked out as you looked down at him in awe.

“All this is waiting for you, you ready?” Jack asked and your response was getting on your knees and licking the tip as the precum was then able to drip into your mouth.

You then used your hand where your mouth couldn’t reach as you slowly moved him in and out of your mouth.

“Baby, I’m about to bust if you keep going. Get up here and let me fuck you.”

You did as you were told and stood up to then lay down on the couch with Jack hovering over top of you.

“Oh hold on, I have to document this first.” He said as he pulled out his phone to snap a picture of you underneath him.

Jack then reached over to the small table that was on his left and took out a condom and quickly slid it on.

“Spread those legs, baby. You want to feel all of me, don’t you? Be a good girl for me and do as I say.”

You did as you were told without any hesitation and hit instant pleasure as Jack slid into you making both of you moan in unison.

Your arms quickly went around his neck as he placed kisses along your jaw so that you could adjust to his size before he continued. 

“Fuck you feel so good, just like I knew you would. I’m going fuck this little pretty pussy so good. Will you let me do that?”

You quickly nodded and Jack stopped his movements making you look at him in confusion.

“Use your words. Will you let me do that?”

“Yes, just fuck me already.”

“Patience, baby, patience. Just needed to hear you say it first.” Jack said while chuckling to himself as he began to move in and out of you and slowly but surely increase his pace.

Your nails quickly went to scratch down his back as he had rested his head on your shoulder, but not before placing kisses all over it.

“Oooh shit, that feels so good.” You breathed out and Jack couldn’t help but to smirk since he had you right where he wanted you…. Underneath of him. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing around me.”

“Mmm, Jack go faster.” You breathed out and he quickly acted on your request.

If someone had told you this morning that the day would end with Jack fucking you in his trailer you would have looked at them like they were crazy.

“I love the way my chain looks on you while I’m fucking you.” You heard Jack say and you quickly grabbed his hand to place it around your neck while telling him to squeeze and apply pressure. 

“Hmm, harder, choke me harder.” Jack was a little hesitant since he didn’t want to hurt you, but immediately pursued your request.

“Ooh right there, right fucking there. Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop.” You had wrapped your left leg around Jack in order for him to go deeper and you knew that you were close. 

“I didn’t plan on it. You gonna cum for me? You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

“Yes!”

Jack reached down to play with your clit while still moving in and out of you when your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks making you scream out.

“Fuckkkkk!” Your legs were shaking as Jack allowed you to ride out your high while placing kisses along your neck and then immediately applied pressure to it as you felt him moving inside of you once more.

He was moving in and out of you at a fast pace while tightly holding your neck as you hit your peak for a second time while Jack’s thrusts began to get sloppier letting you know that he was close. 

“Shit, I’m about to cum in this pretty pussy of yours.”

“Then do it.” You confidently said as Jack moaned out your name and a series of curses to go along with it. 

As the both of you came down from your high, Jack slid off the condom to throw it away and you immediately took him in your mouth making him moan knowing that he was still trying to recover while all you did was smirk as you released him from your mouth with a pop.

“I need you to do something for me.” Jack started to say as you were still on your knees in front of him.

“What is it?”

“Play with yourself while I record it on my phone.”

You held eye contact with him as you licked the side of his dick from the base to the tip before smiling.

“Hmm, I guess I could do that for you.” You replied as Jack stood you up and the two of you quickly traded places.

You slid to the left side of the couch all the way up before Jack pulled out his phone and started to record you.

You began by sucking on your fingers and making eye contact with Jack and slowly rubbing small circles along your clit making Jack instantly grow hard once more.

He simply began stroking himself as you inserted two fingers and moved at a slow pace while taking one of your breasts to your mouth and sucking while still not breaking eye contact with him.

He saw how wet you were and his mouth couldn’t help but to water wanting to taste you, but he knew that he had all night to do that as well as tomorrow seeing as there was still one more day left to shoot. 

“Mmm, baby this feels so good.” You said to Jack as you placed your two fingers back into your mouth and sucked on them as Jack looked at you in awe.

“I taste so good and I know you want a taste too.” You said while looking over at Jack and you knew he was doing everything humanly possible in order to not stop recording.

“I’ll taste you when you’re done, pretty girl. Keep going for me.”

“As you wish.” 

You then inserted another finger and increased your pace knowing that you were going to hit your peak at any moment.

Jack was looking at you in awe while he continued to stroke himself, and you wanted nothing more to have him back in your mouth.

“Hmm, you stroking yourself for me baby? You like when I touch myself for you?”

“Only for you, baby. Make yourself cum for me.”

It didn’t take long for Jack’s request to be granted and as soon as you said that you were about to cum, he handed you his phone for you to record him eating you out as you were coming down from your high.

“Ohh, yes baby. Right there, keep going. It feels so good.”

“And tastes so good, just like I knew you would.” 

Jack began to suck on your clit as your hands went to his hair and he held your thighs down in order to keep you in place.

“Cum all over my face, baby.”

In that instant, you did as Jack was still using his tongue on you as you were trying to catch your breath. Once you finally did, Jack reached up to place several kisses on your lips and take his phone that you were handing to him.

“For my eyes only that I can watch for when I’m missing you.”

“But you have me for another day and a half.”

“But Y/N, I’m trying to have you for longer. I only asked you to come to my trailer to ask you on a date, I didn’t plan on fucking your brains out but here we are.”

“Hmm and I’m not upset about it either. We can go for another round before we have to go to sleep, can’t we?” You asked as you batted your eyelashes at him and Jack couldn’t do anything but smirk.

“As you wish, get on all fours for me.”

“Looks like you finally got me in 3D.” You said as the two of you laughed.

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