#find yourself a man who gives you a foot massage

[musicalfilm]

gene kelly & judy garland in summer stock (1950)

[baronessvonglitter]

Bad Santa

sleazy mall Santa!Joel Miller x fem!Reader

Word count: 2.3K

Summary: Frantically seeking relief during the Christmas rush, the Santa at your local mall is the last person you'd expect to help.. and the only one who can.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Reader is a hot and horny mess and wears a short skirt. Mall Santa is a perv, but he's your perv. Semi-public masturbation (f). Squirting. Cockwarming. Semi-public sex. Infidelity. Unprotected piv. Oral (m & f receiving). Analingus (f receiving). Possibly illegal use of a candy cane. Creampie. Come swallowing. Santa Joel is a menace and a sleaze but that's what we all need, right?

Author's Note: one of the first things I learned about @strang3lov3 is that we share a deep love for Bad Santa (and Billy Bob in general) so this is written in her honor. Bug, I hope you enjoy Santa Joel, and don't forget to leave out some cigs and whiskey for him on Xmas Eve. (And the latest edition of Hustler. He's an old-school magazine man.)

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You're home on Christmas break from college and all you want to do is fuck the boyfriend you left behind and have been faithful to for four long, painful months. But the only thing on Derek's mind is doing last minute Christmas shopping.

The mall on Christmas Eve is the last circle of hell.

Derek guides you through the crowd. "Sleigh Ride" plays over the speakers, tinny, bright and cheery. You hate it. You're impatient. You're horny. You need to find a way to get him alone, even just a fingerbang would suffice. For now.

You pass by the huge Christmas tree in the center where the mall Santa waits with bored-looking elves. There's no line, which is surprising given it's the last day for photo ops.

Santa watches as you pass, cheap plastic beard hanging off, revealing gray scruff, his red suit wrinkled and stained. You track his gaze roving over your figure, fully concentrating on the jiggle of your ass under the short skirt you'd picked out in the hopes of getting a quickie.

"God damn," you hear him mutter. "Merry Christmas, babygirl." he calls out.

You glance back and see him pull the beard down, wiggling his tongue at you in a lewd manner.

Fucking sleaze. But your pussy is wet and throbbing, and this is the first bit of attention you've had all day. You respond by stuffing your tongue in your cheek and making a blow job motion. Santa licks his lips and subtly palms his cock over his fluffy red pants.

Derek, oblivious, is walking you towards a department store.

"Mommy said she'd like a new bathrobe for Christmas," he says, bringing you past the awful perfume and makeup counters. You heard right.. Mommy. What the fuck?

"Didn't you already buy her a foot massager?" you ask, barely hiding your disinterest, looking around for a corner where you can blow him.

"She said she wants the robe instead," he says, diligently checking each one on the rack. Pink, green, blue, they're all in ugly prints and you wonder how little he must think of his mom to actually buy her a bathrobe instead of something nice.

But the bigger problem is your aching cunt.

"Derek, come on, just pick one out," you beg him, whispering in his ear, giving his lobe a little bite.

"Calm down, we're in public," he chides you over nervous laughter.

"So? That makes it more exciting." Closer to him as the clothing rack hides you, you cup his crotch, disappointed to find he isn't even remotely hard. Not a problem. You know exactly how to get him started.

"Let's go to the dressing room," you tell him before he can remove your hand. "I'll let you do whatever you want, please, I just need you now.."

"Get a hold of yourself," he whispers harshly, finally pulling your hand from him.

"Derek, what the fuck?" you whisper back. "Your horny girlfriend wants you to fuck her in a semi-public place and you're limp as a fucking noodle. Don't you want to at least watch me get off?"

You're not even allowing him time to think about it, leading him to the men's dressing room, where you're less likely to set off an alarm than the women's. You step into the first stall and push him against the wall, caging him in with your arms.

"Sweetheart, what the hell?"

"Fuck me," you tell him. "Jesus, Derek, I'm pussy on a plate right now." You lift your leg, rubbing against him, but only the fly of his jeans provides any feeling. "And you can't even get hard??"

"You're coming on a little strong," he says faintly, as if he's being cornered by a feral animal. And in a way he is.

You lean back on the little dressing room seat, hiking up your skirt. "At least eat me out, for Christ's sake," you whine, fingers dipping into your dripping-over cunt.

"Darling! You're acting like a crazy person," he says, shielding his eyes as you desperately finger yourself.

"You're such a pussy," you grunt out, breath hitching as you fuck yourself on two, then three fingers.

"You're not wearing any panties??" he says too loud, but you're past caring who hears, or if anyone even walks in. You'll gratefully fuck the store manager and the security guard who'll probably come to haul you away.

Derek keeps his gaze averted as you continue shamelessly fucking your hand, reaching inside your dress to twist your nipple. "Derek.. fuck.. you just gonna stand there and be useless?" You shove a fourth finger in your snatch, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your boyfriend is deeply afraid as he risks a peek from between his hands covering his face. "You look possessed! You have to stop or someone's going to hear you!"

"Baby, please, put your cock in my mouth," you beg, still working yourself into a frenzy. "Jizz on my face, anything, please!" You're on the floor now, riding your own fingers, your other hand madly strumming at your clit like a perverted version of air guitar.

There's a knock at the dressing room door, to which you answer "Go away, we're fucking" Then you come, squirting all over the bathrobe Derek was going to gift his dear mommy.

"You're lucky that guy didn't turn us into the police," Derek says, tight-lipped as he leads you back towards the center of the mall. "Got it all out of your system?" He's leaving the store embarrassed and minus any gifts.

"Yes," you sigh in exasperation, though it's a bald-faced lie. The need is growing again and you're just a slave to it. Your hands itch to go up your skirt again, to relieve the tension before it becomes unbearable.

And there he is, right where you left him before. Fucking Santa Claus. Like he's been waiting for you this whole time.

"Let's take a picture," you pull on Derek's hand. "Please? End the day on a good note?" You do your best to look contrite but all you're thinking about is sitting on that sleazy man's lap, maybe getting felt up. It'd be fucking amazing to have someone touch you besides your own fingers.

Before he can even protest you're practically skipping past the velvet rope and traipsing up the candy-cane lined walk to the big green chair where Santa sits. His eyes already on you, he pats his lap, tongue peeking out between his lips.

Derek follows after, but is stopped by one of the elves, who tells him he has to pay in advance for a photo.

"And what's your name?" Santa murmurs, discreetly adjusting himself as you seat yourself on his lap. "Does it matter?" you ask, subtly lifting the back of your skirt as he pulls his thick hard cock. "Guess not," he chuckles low and deep, then hisses as your slick tight cunt envelops him.

"My fucking god," he says lowly, doing all he can to keep from thrusting up into you as your boyfriend comes up, all smiles as he watches you get cozy with Santa. He makes as if to sit on Santa's other thigh. "Not you," Santa grunts, his hands on your waist as you clench and throb around him. Derek holds a smile and stands to the side opposite you.

This, this is what you needed. His cock isn't even all the way in, the way you pulse around him pushes him out a little until his hands grab your waist, as if to pose you for the camera, and pushes you down, bottoming out within your sopping wet cunt.

"Gonna leave a mess on me," he murmurs. "Already got my lap soaked. And the suit's a fuckin' rental."

His breath smells like cigarettes and cheap booze and it's only making you want him more. "Fuck, I needed this.."

"You been a good girl this year?"

"Not at all."

He leans in and whispers: "Good girls get presents. Bad girls like you get to sit on Santa's fat cock." He shifts his lap up a little, jutting up into you and you bite your lip to barely suppress a moan.

Your picture is being taken with Santa but you could give a shit. Cockwarming him while he's whispering filth in your ear is the most fun you've ever had.

"Does baby girl want a candy cane?" he asks when it's time for you to go. Derek goes to pay, leaving you alone with Santa again. "We have some more in the elf cottage, You gonna come get one? Gotta earn it first.." His gloved finger traces your arm. "C'mon, ditch the wanker."

The elf cottage is a sparse room for the Santa's Wonderland employees to take their breaks, and right now it's filled with the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh, your moans muffled by the fluffy red hat he put there to quiet you as he bends you over the folding table and rams his holly jolly dick into your stretched needy cunt.

"That's it, baby, fuckin' take it. Let Santa stuff your tight lil' stocking," he grunts.

You moan around the red fluff of his hastily discarded hat, throat burning with all your pent-up screams. Christ, you've never had anyone so disgusting, so eager, so perfect to satisfy this itch that you've been unable to scratch yourself.

And lord, his cock is the most filling thing you'll ever have. You already know he's going to leave you gaping for the next few days.

He watches the ripples of your ass as you throw it back on him, taking his entire fucking shaft so that with each thrust his balls thwack against your inner thighs. "Tight and wet.. lil' bitch in heat, ain't ya?" he teases, circling his hips so you feel him against every square inch of your aching snatch. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, finally spitting out the stupid hat.

"Fuck me Santa, fuck me Santa, fuck me Santa," you chant in broken moans, pushing your hips back, demanding it hard and fast, which he gives even as you come, clamping down all around him in a vise grip.

"Jesus," he growls, pulling out and kneeling behind you. He purses his lips to your dripping cunt, wiggling his tongue against your folds before licking a wide stripe upwards, teasing your asshole with his tongue. You practically shove your ass against his face, his gloved hands spreading your cheeks to get better access.

Grabbing a candy cane from a basket on the table you unwrap it with your teeth and hand it to him. It's thick and hard, and Santa knows just what to do with it. Feasting on both your holes, he takes the candy cane and watches it disappear into your glistening pussy. Hearing your gasp encourages him to keep going, fucking you as his tongue keeps rimming your ass, delving into tease you.

There's a knocking at the makeshift cottage door, then a moment of silence and a "God damn it, Joel, not again!" from the other side. "Fucker's always doing something," the person, most likely one of the elves at the cash register, mumbles and walks off.

He's back inside you, sliding the candy cane between your lips, moving it in and out just as he moves in and out, keeping you spread open so he fill you with every inch. "Babygirl likes havin' somethin' to suck on, don't she?" he mutters, pumping steadily into you. "Gotta be a good girl and tell me where ya want it."

"Inside me," you beg, and he moves double time, hands on your shoulders as he ruts up against you, slamming every inch until you cry out again, knees buckling as you come hard and Santa Joel follows soon after, his jizz painting your insides in warm sticky ropes.

"Lick me clean, baby," he murmurs, and you immediately go to your knees, taking him deep into your mouth, your jaw aching as the tip of him hits the back of your throat. When you gag he keeps you there, your mouth filling with saliva until it spills out from your lips, mixed with his cum. You bob your head on his length, eyes watering as you look up at him, your cunt still throbbing as you start to leak him on the floor.

"Fuuuuck yes," he growls, hand on your head, teeth sinking into his lower lip as you suck him off, and it's a Christmas miracle he's hard again, and he's about to come. He holds your head still and facefucks you, your hands cupping his ass to stop him from going too shallow-- you need to be deepthroated for once in your life.

Santa Joel lets out another curse as he uses you to come, spurting his Christmas magic down your throat. "There's a good girl. Babygirl's thirsty for what Santa's got, huh?" he teases as you greedily swallow every bitter, salty drop.

Clothes are straightened before you leave the little elf cottage, but the look of satisfaction is plain on your face as you suck on the candy cane that you'd been fucked with only moments before. Santa Joel puts his hat back on his head and shuffles over to the helper elves. "I'm goin' out for another smoke break," he tells them.

The head elf puts her hands on her hips. "Joel, you're not allowed to take ten smoke breaks an hour!" But by then he's already on the way out, both middle fingers in the air to salute her.

Derek joins you, looking puzzled as he studies the holiday photo -- there's something off about the face you're making in it. "Did Santa give you that candy cane?"

Grinning, you slurp up the sweet peppermint that still has traces of your own flavor on it. "And then some."

dividers by @saradika 👑

Tagging those who showed interest: @clawdee @itwasntimethatdidit40 @milla-frenchy @myownwholewildworld

@penascigarette @hoelaris

[writingsbytee]

IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU

WARNINGS: 18+; Minors do not interact!!; SMUT; porn with very little plot; Unprotected Sex, dirty talk, spanking; size kink?; switch

SUMMARY: You and Aaron finally confessed how you feel about each other, now it’s time to get it in!

PAIRING:  Aaron x Lauren “Lo” (reader)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The part 2 you guys have been asking for I hope it’s everything y’all wanted! As always constructive criticism is appreciated but be nice please because I’m sensitive. 

WORD COUNT: 4,176

*Please don’t plagiarize, repost, or steal my work. This doesn’t count for re-blogs. Happy Reading!!* 

I feel like a fucking idiot. I’m lying on Aaron’s bed trying to figure out if this position makes me look sexy or like I’m trying too hard. I adjust my boobs for the thirtieth time hoping they look perky enough. Fuck it, I’m hot as fuck. Curves and all, so what my stomach isn’t flat or I’m not a size 4? My body allows me to do amazing things every day I’m grateful for her and I need to lift her up not find a new thing to over-analyze. 

Moving some of Aaron’s pillows I start to make myself comfortable. I lean up against the head of the bed when Aaron enters the room shirtless. His eyes scan the room before they land on my stocking-clad feet and slowly make their way up my body, stopping briefly to stare at my hips and boobs. Something about having Aaron look at me like he’s never seen a woman before makes me feel like an absolute minx. 

I bring one leg up and cross it over the other, “See something you like big guy?” Aaron smirks as he makes his way to the foot of the bed.

He raises his hands above his head, resting them on the top of his canopy bed. His eyes low and lust-ridden, lord forgive me but I’m going to climb this man like a tree.

Towering over me, “Princess, you have no idea. I’m going to do unspeakable things to you.”

“Up, on your knees,” Aaron commands.

My mind is at war, I want to please him but, I’m also not used to being submissive. I slowly position myself on my knees, my heart pounding with anticipation. 

“Crawl to me, pretty girl,” Aaron says unbuckling his belt. If anyone could see us now, they’d say I set feminism back about twenty years. Any woman who tells me they wouldn’t crawl to Aaron in this state is lying. I’d skip if he asked. I reach him at the foot of the bed, and he looks down at me. 

“Mm, look at you. So pretty and obedient, too bad I have to punish you.”

“P- Punish me? Why?” I ask leaning back on my calves. 

“Talking down on yourself. Lo, you’re beautiful. Every part of you from your dimples to your double-jointed big toe you don’t think I know about,” Aaron says with a laugh. 

“Shut up!” I gasp out a shocked laugh. Aaron lets out another laugh before straightening up. 

“In this house, I don’t want to hear you say anything bad about yourself from this point on. Do you understand?”

I laugh again rolling my eyes, “You can’t be serious.”

Aaron’s eyes darken, he rolls his shoulders back, and clears his throat, “Turn over and leave your legs hanging off the bed. Now.”

I cock my head to the side, processing what he just said. On one hand, part of me wants just to shut my brain off and let him take control. On the other hand, I’m a boss-ass bitch who doesn’t bow down to any man. But, it looks like the man standing above me will have me do just that. 

“Lauren give in. Don’t you want me to take care of you? You won’t have to lift a finger with me, baby. You spend all day putting out fires for everyone else. Let me take care of you, give in to me sweet girl. Your pleasure is mine. Let me show you what you’ve been missing,” Aaron snaked his hand up to the nape of my neck and began massaging my scalp. 

I reach my hands out, craving to touch him. My hands land on his abs, and I let out a deep sigh when they make contact.

“I’ve dreamed about doing this for years,” I said sliding my hands up his body. 

“You should’ve done it. Would’ve saved us both a lot of time,” Aaron chuckled pulling me closer by the waist. 

I slide my hands up his arms, tracing the veins that live there eventually interlocking my hands behind his head. 

“We’re here now, and I wouldn’t trade our journey for anything. Plus it was really hot seeing you all jealous like that,” I smirked up at him. 

“Hot huh?” Aaron’s lips curled into a smile. I rolled my eyes huffing out a small laugh. 

“Aaron c’mon you know you’re fucking hot. I didn’t know if you felt the same way I did but, you wouldn’t act like that unprovoked. I had my suspicions but that solidified everything for me.”

“So you’re telling me all I had to do was go all caveman to have you like this?”, Aaron said leaning down to kiss up and down my neck.  I nod, moaning softly in his ear. 

“Fuck, I love when you make that sound. Keep using your voice baby, let me hear you.” He slides his hands further down gripping both my asscheeks in his hands and he grips them. Aaron’s hands are everywhere except where I need him most. I’m whimpering and fidgeting hoping he can take the hint.

“What did I just say? Do you want something? Use your voice, or it’ll be a long night for you,” Aaron says smacking my right asscheek. 

“I want you to touch me, please,” I whine.

“Good girl but, I am touching you. You’re going to have to be a little more specific,” Aaron smirks. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Fuck, just touch my pussy or something, please! Or do I need to start without you?” I say getting impatient. 

Aaron makes a tsk sound before saying, “And you were doing so well.” He flips me over on my stomach, positioning me with my legs hanging off the bed. 

“You’re never going to fuck me, are you?” I ask with attitude. 

Aaron scoffs from behind me but doesn’t reply. I move to sit up but Aaron presses down the center of my back forcing me back down on the bed. 

“Don’t move, you’re really pushing it, baby girl. You still have time to turn it around, to get a reward from Daddy. Now be a good girl and give me your wrists”

My mind blanks, “My wrists?”

Aaron walks around the bed and squats down in front of me, “Lauren you trust me don’t you?” I nodded. 

“Then baby you have to let me in a little. I know this is new for you but I promise you’re safe with me. Let go and see how fun this is. I promise if you don’t like anything tell me and we’ll stop, ok?” Aaron’s hand is stroking up and down my back. I can feel the tension leaving my body, my eyes softening. 

As a black woman, I always have to be on defense. I never get to submit to something/someone because I always have to be dominant.

“I’m trying I’ve just never been with anyone like you. This is new to me,” I say leaning up on my elbows.

“I promise we’ll go at your pace. Lauren I want to do this for you, you don’t have to be ‘on’ all the time. You can surrender and give me the reigns baby I got you,” Aaron gives me a small smile and leans down to kiss me. I respond immediately, desperate for his attention, his affection. I wrap my arms back around his neck pulling him closer to me.  a muffled ‘unh unh’  leaves his lips before he reaches for my arms, placing them back at my side.

“You’ve been a real brat tonight. what do you have to say for yourself?” Aaron asked standing over me.

I look up at him with a small smile on my lips, “Sorry, Daddy”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” Aaron asks flipping me back over. He takes both my wrists in his hands, waiting for my reply. 

I nod, “Yes Daddy, I’ll be good.”

A satisfied hum leaves Aaron as he steps back, “Stay put, I’ll be right back.” Then he wanders into his closet and comes out with a tie in his hand. My pussy clenches at the thought of him tying me up and using me for his pleasure. New kink unlocked. Aaron positions my hand behind my back at the base of my spine. 

He ties my hands together, “Now try to break free.” I do as he says, my wrists have a little wiggle room but not enough to get me out of these bindings. 

“If there’s anything you don’t want, or if you want to stop at any point just say ‘red’ and we’ll stop. Okay?” Aaron asks rubbing a hand up my back.

“Ok Daddy, I understand,” I say interlocking my hands together. I feel a rush of cool air as he pulls my panties down.

“Fuuuck, look at this fucking pussy. She’s glistening and so pretty,” Aaron says from behind me. 

I scoff and say, “She better be, all the foreplay I had.”

“Is that attitude I hear?” I feel the warmth of Aaron’s body shifts as he changes his position to stand. Before I can reply, I hear the crack of his hand on my ass before the stinging warmth envelopes my left cheek. 

An involuntary moan leaves my lips and I feel my pussy clench around nothing. I don’t expect being spanked would have this effect on me. There’s no turning back now, so I just let go and enjoy everything Aaron offers.

“Oh, you like that? You’ve ever been spanked before princess?” Aaron asked grabbing my left cheek.

I’m scrambling to find the words, “Yes I.. I like it. No, you’re the first to ever do it,” I say wiggling my hips from side to side.

Aaron groans, his fingers starting to play in my slick, making me moan. 

“You don’t know how happy that makes me princess. To be the first one to corrupt you and make this ass as red as a stop sign,” Aaron said landing another slap on my ass. 

“You going to talk about it or do something?” I asked wiggling my ass back and forth to try and get some kind of reaction from him. 

Aaron lands another slap only ass and I yelp, “Open your fucking mouth. Now.” I turn around sending him a small smirk before I open my mouth, my tongue hanging out slightly. 

“Tired of hearing you run your mouth, so how about I stuff it closed for you?” Aaron mocks. My excitement spikes as I nod eagerly. Finally, I’ll get to have that dick down my throat, my mouth waters at the thought. A deviously sexy expression takes over Aaron’s face as he reaches for something by his feet.  A surprised shout leaves my mouth as Aaron shoves my panties between my lips. 

“Aww, you thought you were getting Daddy’s dick huh? Now why would I reward a mouthy little brat like you? You need to learn a lesson, back on your stomach,” Aaron commands. 

I didn’t think I could be more turned on, but my bedsheets will prove otherwise. I’d never thought something like this could make me so hot. Being under his thumb, letting him take complete control it’s cathartic. A muffled whimper leaves my lips as Aaron grips both my asscheeks hard, jiggling them. 

“Look at this juicy fucking ass baby girl, one day I’ll take this ass,” His hands are like heaven and he kneads and rubs the globes of my ass. I’m squirming on the bed, begging him to do something, anything. 

“Pwease,” I moan around the panties.

A slap landed on my ass with a loud ‘thwack’ and if I get any wetter this bed will turn into a slip and slide. Aaron kneads the tender flesh before he lands more punishing hits. I’m a mess of moans, whimpers, and drool by the time Aaron finishes with me. 

He circles his bed, kneeling in front of me, “Now do you think you can be a good girl for Daddy?” I nod mumbling out a ‘yes’. Aaron pulls the panties out of my mouth before attaching his lips to mine. 

“Untie me, please. I need to touch you, baby,” I moan into Aaron’s mouth. Aaron leans back to look down at me and I’m sure I look crazy. Drool on my chin, tear tracks on my cheeks, and I can’t quit squirming due to the ache between my legs. 

Aaron brings his hand up to my cheek, “Tell Daddy you’ll be good. Say, ‘I’ll be a good girl for you Daddy’ and you can get whatever you want.”

This is it, there’s no turning back and I don’t want to, “I’ll be such a good girl for you Daddy. Please, fuck me. I’ve been waiting so long Aaron, I need you.” 

Feminism be damned, I’ll submit to this man any time, any place. I love him, but will I tell him that tonight? Probably not. 

“See, there’s my sweet girl. Just had to spank the brat out of you. I’m going to make you feel so good, Lauren,” Aaron’s nimble fingers undo the knot that kept my wrists in place. Once he finished that he placed two kisses on the inside of each wrist. He moves me up to the center of the bed while he stands and takes off the rest of his clothes.

“Being that fine should be illegal. You’re so handsome, baby,” I’m pretty sure my eyes are sparkling. I look down at the monster between his legs and a shock of excitement runs up my spine. He’s got girth and length, oh he’s going to destroy me.

“I’m going to need a wheelchair,” I said dragging my eyes up to meet his.

Aaron chuckles as he crawls his way up the bed, “You’ve got a great way of boosting a man’s ego baby. Now spread those legs and let me se fat ma’,” Aaron positioned himself between my legs and spread them. I could hear how wet I was as Aaron pried my legs apart. 

“God, I wanna eat that fucking pussy,” Aaron’s eyes glaze over as he swipes two fingers through my folds. A small gasp leaves my lips when Aaron takes those fingers and sticks them in his mouth. 

“Mmm, damn that’s good,” Aaron moans as he releases his fingers from his mouth with a pop. 

“Round two I promise, but I need to be inside you now Lauren,” Aaron leans back on his calves and reaches toward his bedside drawer.

“What are you doing?” I ask reaching for him. 

“Umm, getting a condom,” Aaron said reaching into his bedside drawer.

“Oh, well I haven’t been with anyone since before we moved in together and I’m clean. No pressure or anything but I’m down if you are,” I said wringing my hands together. 

Aaron pauses, “I haven’t been with anyone in 8 months and I got tested 3 weeks ago. I’m clean.”

A small smile makes its way onto my lips, “Me too.”

 “You’re ok with this though?” Aaron asks bending down.

“Yes, I trust you, Aaron. Now please can you fuck me? Haven’t I been a good girl Daddy?” I ask peering up at him. He tilts his head toward the ceiling groaning out a ‘fuck’. I sit up reaching my hand around his neck and tugging him down so I can kiss him. Our lips meet again and I’m so far gone he won’t have to do much to make me cum.

We lay there just making out, taking our time reveling in this moment. I lean slightly and nip at Aarons's bottom lip soothing the sting with a flick of my tongue. 

“Fuck, do that again,” Aaron groans in my mouth. 

I laugh in his mouth before I snake my tongue back over in his mouth and play with his. Nipping, sucking, and pulling, I treat his tongue like a dick. I move so I’m sitting on his lap, his dick trapped in between us leaking pre-cum. 

“Fuck Daddy, you have the prettiest dick,” I say looking down at where I wish we were connected. 

Aaron chuckles, “Haven’t heard anyone call him pretty before.”

I scoot closer, trying to bury myself under his skin. Mouthing at his neck, “It’s the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen. Now when are you going to put it in me, baby? Can’t you feel me? How wet I am for you?”

A groan comes from deep in Aaron’s chest, then he crashes into me and I’m flat on my back. 

“You little minx, let’s see how much shit you can talk when I’m nine inches deep,” Aaron said positioning himself at my entrance.

“Nine?” I asked placing my hand on his abs to slow him down.

Aaron smirks, “And you’ll feel every inch.” He leans down to kiss me before I can respond. Aaron slowly inches inside of me. When he said I would feel every inch, he wasn’t lying.

“Oh my god!” I moan my head tilting toward the ceiling. I look back toward Aaron to find him smirking at me. “C’mon baby you can take it. I know you can… fuck. This pussy is too good baby and I haven’t even started moving yet.” I could barely tell where I ended and Aaron began, and he wasn’t even fully inside me yet. 

Aaron slowly inches out before sliding back in, a small hiss leaves my lips at the stretch. “Talk to me baby, how’re you feeling?” Aaron asked as he peppered my face with kisses.

“Mmm, I want more of you,” I say shifting my hips so I could take more of his dick. “Well, I better give baby what she wants then huh?” he bottoms out in one thrust, stealing the breath from my lungs. 

“Damn Lo, you’ve been sitting on sunshine baby,” Aaron says his face scrunched in that adorable scowl. I raise my hand to his brow bone smoothing out the harsh expression painting his face. I can see his mind is elsewhere.

“Come back to me, baby,” I sit up slightly placing a kiss at the corner of his mouth.  Aaron’s eyes meet mine as he starts to thrust. This is by far the best sex I’ve ever had. Aaron’s the perfect size for me, big enough to hurt a little. I can’t contain my moans as he picks up his pace. 

“How’s that feel baby girl? This pussy taking my dick so well. Does it feel as good for you as it does for me?” How he’s able to ask all these questions while fucking the shit out of me is beyond me. I can barely put two words together and he wants me to answer questions.

“Eungh! Fuck Daddy you - you’re so deep. Feel you in my stomach!” I moan out my voice tilting up a bit, I was getting close.  Aaron's eyebrows shot up as he looked down at me, “Dick got you feeling good princess?” I can’t think of anything other than the way his fat dick is filling me up. Jabbing that spongy spot repeatedly makes me stars.

“Aaron! Aaron! Oh god!” I yell leaning up to kiss him. It’s sloppy, passionate, and punishing. I can’t help the little squeals my mouth releases. Aaron leans up on one elbow so he’s slightly hovering over my upper body. His eyes cast downward towards my boobs, his hand snaking up to take one his grasp. Pinching and tugging at my nipple, Aaron leans down taking my breast in his mouth.

“Oouuu Daddy shit!” I squeal. I feel like I’m being set on fire, blood boiling under my skin making everything sensitive. I wasn’t going to last too much longer.

“You want Daddy to make you cum?” Aaron asks with his mouth around my tit. 

“Please! Please! Please! I need to cum!” I’m delirious, moaning wantonly. Aaron brought the hand that was on my breast up to my throat and squeezed. He applied the perfect amount of pressure, depriving me of just enough oxygen to bring my sensitivity up another notch. I don’t even think I’m saying words anymore. Cock-drunk babbles flowing my lips.

“Look at me when you come Lauren,” Aaron taps four fingers against my cheek three times bringing me back to him. I focus my brown eyes on his the color of moss. He’s so fucking pretty like this. Eyes soft and determined, his plump lips set in a slight pout. I bring my hand up to his face, grabbing the back of his neck.

“Baby I’m going to cum. You’re going to make me cum!” I squeal when I feel him place his thumb on my clit rubbing with the perfect precision. 

“Then cum, give it all to Daddy. Give me that shit Lauren, now!” Aaron shouts as his thumb and forefinger pinch my clit. A scream claws its way out of my throat as my orgasm hits me like a truck. It feels so good, like everything and nothing all at once. I heard the squelch and swish of fluid as I squirted all over Aaron. 

“That’s what I’m fucking talking about! Good girl, let Daddy have it,” Aaron brings his fingers back up to my clit, rubbing more out of me. It catapults me right into another orgasm, I’d never had another one so soon after! 

My eyes start to roll in the back of my head, but Aaron reaches up giving me three more taps. 

“Come back princess, watch Daddy come for you,” god did Aaron know how to talk you through it.

I sit up, aiming for Aaron’s ear, “Come in your pussy Daddy. I need you to fill me up.” Aaron releases a low groan, I tilt my head back to watch his face as he comes for me. 

“You’re so pretty while you’re cumming for me, Aaron. Yeah, that’s it. Good boy,” I moan placing a small kiss on his lips. Aaron’s hips stutter, he lets out a breathy grunt, and then I feel the warmth of his cum bathe my insides.

“Mmm, thank you, Daddy,” I moan as Aaron’s thrusts slow to a stop. Aaron’s shoulders relax as he fixes his eyes on mine. 

“Oh my god! That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Aaron says pulling me to him. 

“I know, it’s never felt like that before. Aaron, I’m already falling for you,” I say looking away, scared to see his reaction. His finger hooks under my chin, tilting my head up so our eyes can meet.

“Lauren, I fell for you the minute I saw you,” a small grin takes place on his face. I return his grin with one of my own. 

“I’m going to pull out, okay?” Aaron said leaning us back down on the bed. He slid out of me a sigh of disappointment leaving my lips. Aaron flops on his side, he reaches over to pull me in for a kiss and I meet him halfway. A content hum leaves his lips as he pulls back. 

“I love you,” Aaron says with pure adoration glowing in his eyes. I feel my eyes widen in disbelief. Aaron seems to come out of his post-orgasm fog as he starts to look a little nervous. Before he has a chance to try and take it back I blurt out, “I love you too”. My eyes started to sting with unshed tears.  Aaron leans in to kiss me again, and we stay that way until we have to get in the shower the chill of the sheets setting in. 

“Come on baby let’s get you cleaned up and put some fresh sheets on the bed,” Aaron threads his finger through mine to his bathroom. He cuts on the shower and then goes to take care of the bedding situation before joining me. Where we spend more time exploring each other. It’s not until I’ve had three more orgasms and the water runs cold, then we got out.

THE END

OMG !! I hope I did this spicy scene justice. I worked hard on it, I hope you guys enjoy this piece. As always constructive criticism is appreciated but be gentle with baby, she’s sensitive. I hope you guys have a great week! Until next time!!!

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No second chances • 3

Spencer watched from his desk as little Owen laughed loudly as Morgan and Garcia played around with him. Morgan threw him up into the air as Owen screamed and burst into a fit of giggles. Garcia shoving more than enough candy into Owen’s little hand.

He then turned his attention to you and James as Emily spoke to you both. Spencer watched as you tapped your foot on the floor, he knew you did that when you were nervous. He used to hold your hand when that happened to ground you and bring you back into reality. However he saw James look down at you, James grabbed your hand and started massaging it pulling your fingers and running circles on your palm. Spencer felt like gagging at the way your foot stopped tapping and a small grateful smile spread across you beautiful plump lips as you looked up at James.

“You’re gonna break that pen pretty boy.” Derek said behind Spencer, snapping Spencer out of his trance. Spencer turned his head to look up at Derek who now sat on top of his desk looking down at him. “Look pretty boy, you got to let it go.” Derek sighed keeping his voice hushed.

Spencer fidgeted with his fingers before looking back up at Derek. “I regret what I did every day Morgan… God everyday I wake up without her is punishment.” Spencer says feeling his throat sting.

Morgan sighs. “Spencer if you really love her the way you say you do…let her go. Don’t punish her all over again.” Morgan says turning to look at you and James as you hold a sleeping Owen in your hands as you yourself are asleep on James shoulder as he rubs circles on your arm.

“She’s happy, I know it hard but she deserves this. James is a great guy, be happy for her.” Morgan says getting up and and patting Spencer’s shoulder as he walked away.

Leaving Spencer meditating about what he had just told him.

Spencer walked to the break room to make himself a coffee, trying to find the apprentice that was after y’all was getting a little difficult.

He tensed when he saw James making himself a coffee. Spencer kept walking keeping his eyes away from James, feeling a bit uncomfortable that it was just them two alone. “Spencer right?” James said his voice deep the sound of an exhausted man. Spencer grabbed a cup. “Yeah, James?” Spencer said acting as if he didn’t know the name of the man who had what he wanted. “Yeah… the reason my family is in this situation.” James sighed swirling his coffee in his cup. “I’m sure Y/N doesn’t blame you.” Spencer said dryly turning on the coffee machine.

“She doesn’t, she’s so…” James said smiling slightly

“Amazing.” Spencer said before he could stop himself. James looked up at Spencer. “She’s more than that, why’d you think I married her.” James said laughing slightly dark tired circles under his eyes.

Spencer felt a tinge of guilt hit him as he felt his chest tighten. “You’re a lucky man.” Spencer said a little annoyed. He knew James didn’t know about you and him, but right now he was doubting it…did James know?

“Look, I don’t know what they’re used to be between you and Y/N but clearly there isn’t anything there anymore, on her part.” James said his face becoming Stoney and cold toward Spencer.

“Who are you to talk for her?” Spencer said he himself turning cold. Spencer knew he was wrong but his ego felt hurt and he didn’t want to seem small compared to James.

James smiled mockingly “Her husband if you forgot. The man she chose to marry, to carry my last name, and create a family with.” James said smile still on his face as he got closer to Spencer practically whispering in his ear.

“Y/N’s her own person…she makes her own decisions, and yet she didn’t choose you. Hell she didn’t even give you a second chance.” James chuckled in Spencer’s ear.

Spencer hadn’t felt a rage so strong before in his life, Spencer fisted his hands tightly anger in his eyes. James walked towards the door, opening it he turned back to look at Spencer. “Don’t get near my wife again.” Was all James said before walking out. Leaving Spencer in a state of fury. Spencer threw his coffee in the sink, he felt his body hot he felt like the veins on his forehead were going to pop at any second.

Worst of all he knew James was right, everyone was right.

You felt two arms wrap around you as you stand over Hotch’s couch that he let you use to put Owen asleep for the night as they went to go track the apprentice.

You recognized the arms around you and smiled. “James.” You giggled softly as he pressed a kiss on your neck. “Mmm” was all he said as he buried his head into your neck.

“Hotch’s blinds are open, Morgan and Spencer will see us.” You said smiling at his demeanor.

“Does it look like I care? You’re my wife I can love on you all I want.” James said spinning you around to face him as you wrap your arms around his neck, laughing as you look up at him.

“What do you say that once all this is over, we add a new member to our family?” James says leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips.

“Owen is 3 years old already…” you whisper as you look up at James smiling.

“And he can use a play buddy.” James continues after you smirking.

“We have the empty guest room.” You say thinking about the empty room in your house nobody uses.

“And you look absolutely stunning pregnant.” James chuckles as he lets his hand slide onto your stomach.

You laugh and kiss him.

“Okay but once all this is over, you can’t be seducing me in Hotch’s office.” You say pulling back smiling as you place your hands on your hips, causing James to laugh and walk towards you, picking you up and shaking you around as you both laugh.

Unbeknownst to you both, Spencer watched the whole thing happen from his desk. Of course not knowing what was said in words between you and James but your body language and actions were enough.

Spencer accepted it was over, there was no point anymore. He loved you and he didn’t think he ever would stop. Grabbing his bag he walked out heading home, it was over.

Thank you guys so much for the love, I really appreciate it and now I kind of want to open request now to for one-shots that y’all would like.

[mustangbby]

i need some wriothesley pregnancy drabbles there's seriously not enough of those yet...

-> pregnancy

synopsis -> a rundown of your pregnancy with wriothesleys baby, and how supportive he is.

warnings -> pregnancy, mentions of crying and screaming, mentions of labor

w/c -> 968

wriothesley didn’t really remember the day you constantly started asking for hugs and cuddles. and the day he realized that cuddling you in the ways easiest to him are no longer an option. and, the day he knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle yourself without his help. 

yes, you’re pregnant, but sometimes he wonders if you even understand that he’s the one working here! and because he’s working, he can’t give you what you want 24/7. you do understand that though, but you just can’t help it! your hormones have changed so much over the past few months that now you feel like a needy wreck who constantly needs her husband to be touching her in some way. 

and on the other end, you feel like wriothesley doesn’t understand why you’re so needy. obviously, you can tell him why, but he won’t be able to relate. he’s a man, he can’t carry a child. and sometimes, you get mad at him for that, and so on.

but on the frequent occasions that he puts his work down for even just a few minutes to focus his attention onto you, you’re content. and he’s happy if you are. 

whether it’s a long hug, snuggling into his side and resting your eyes on the couch, or cuddling him in bed, he’ll be up for it if he’s not necessarily doing anything. he doesn’t mind putting his work down for you, but it’s not possible to leave rather important matters alone just so he can satisfy his pregnant wife. 

he knows you’re no longer able to get good sleep at night- he’s up with you through the majority of it. so, he just tries to cuddle you to at least make you feel a little better, considering he knows how much you want to just lay down, forget about the world around you, and breathe in his refreshing scent. it’s one of the only smells you can stand at this point. 

and, he mostly welcomes you when you come over to his side of the desk, and try your hardest to sit yourself on the edge of it. to say you normally get whatever you want whenever you want it is an understatement. 

when it was earlier on in your pregnancy, your clinginess seemed a lot easier to manage, he thinks. he’d just sit you down on his lap and rub your back. but later on, he can’t do that, making your neediness a little more challenging to relieve. he knows he’s going to have to take that work leave soon. 

but, don’t fret, he’s fantastic at massages. whether it’s in the bathtub, before bed, or even in the middle of the night, where you wake him up with a pool of tears in your eyes. his back and neck massages are great, but his calf and foot massages are to die for.

once, you woke him up at around 2 in the morning. at that point, you could be considered heavily pregnant, nearing that 40 week mark, and in obvious discomfort on the daily. you woke up with a charley horse, and had no way of ridding the pain by yourself. 

he’s used to you waking him up like this, so without opening his eyes, he rolled over and started massaging the soreness out of your leg. it felt absolutely heavenly, and lulled you into a shallow sleep. for now, at least, until you need to get up and use the restroom for the 80th time that night. 

poor guy will be so nervous when he comes home from work and finds you bent over the counter, breathing in and out while swaying your hips back and forth. he knew it was labor, he knew he’d have to bring you to sigewinne so she can either send you up to the overworld or deliver your baby herself, and he knew that you two were going to be parents in the next few days.

he prays your labor is the most peaceful it can be, but he soon found that there is no such thing as an epidural in the medicinal part of the fortress. it was the closest place he could take you, and relatively one of the nicest. the whole medical wing besides the simple cots sigewinne has in her room was likely the nicest part of the fortress (besides your living quarters), with a nice, clean look and the pearly white floors and walls, and could be compared to a regular hospital. 

and get this, the maternity wing was the nicest wing of the whole entire building. most people didn’t know about this secret hospital in the deepest parts of the fortress, where its mainly used for prisoners who came in pregnant and their sentence will end after their due date and surgical procedures by nurses hired on by sigewinne with the approval of wriothesley.

you were so glad that you two were immediately given the nicest room and the best nurses, who helped you as best as possible while you went through unmedicated labor. it was a grueling process, tears leaving even wriothesleys eyes every single time you screeched in pain while a particularly bad contraction hit your body like a semi truck. and considering how long it went on, your husband thought he’d pass out.

after a horrifying 34 hour labor, you were with your baby at last. at this point your legs were numb and you felt exhausted, taking a nice nap while your wriothesley held your newborn.

that day was one of the only times you’ve seen him cry in your whole life, and you wonder if he’s ready for your upcoming pregnancy announcement, nearly 3 years after the last one.

[ssplague]

Benighted Beloved

Prologue

Dragon King Bakugou x Reader

Haven’t decided on the title yet, didn’t want to take even more time to get this out.

Warnings ⚠️ BRIEF Mentions of attempted assault, sex trafficking, & murder.

As the last of the moon’s ethereal, silver light disappears from the skies, a harsh wind begins to blow. This kingdom’s inhabitants are hidden away within the confines of their homes. The silence is daunting as the wind begins to howl through the previously bustling capital streets.

Within the dimly lit castle a woman stares through the her window before shutting the drapes tight.

The atmosphere within the fortress is riddled with tension; Murmurings of prayers can be heard from various servants pausing their duties as they move about. Her bosom heaves rapidly from panting breaths, she fights in vain. Stubborn to prevent the vision attempting to shine through, ignoring the now blurry edges of her eye sight. Ebony hair is sticking to her sweaty face, she’s only standing on shaky legs from leaning against the edge of her vanity table.The door of her bedroom swings open and immediately slams shut. A man has come to see her, he’s briskly crossing the room, before coming to a stop at her side.

“What ails you?” The tired man asks, helping the woman stand upright by allowing her to hold his arm. Continuing to assist, despite her uncoordinated shuffling to sit on her bed. “If you are to be given a prophetic message, why fight it? Her majesty wishes to know what you have seen”. The woman wraps her arms around her middle, sharp nails nicking at her flesh as she draws in a shaking breath, “This night is tainted by darkness, the goddess is unable to grant us her full protection while her light is repressed…if my body will hold out until the darkness recedes, perhaps tragedy will be prevented from falling upon our kingdom once again”. Light from the single lit candle casted half of her face in shadow. The oracle was ashen faced, her black bangs plastered against her forehead, droplets of sweat leaked down her face onto the floor as she rested her elbows on her knees, shaking hands massage her temples.

“You cannot alter fate Midnight, you are destroying yourself all for the sake of delaying a message you were chosen to deliver” Aizawa says with a heavy sigh, rubbing at his eyes “I know you continue to blame yourself for the death of King Masaru but even the queen herself told you that you were not at fault, you relayed the message, and it was something that simply couldnt be remedied..”.

A shuddering breath racks the oracle’s body and she begins falling forward, only for the exhausted man to catch her,

“Stop this! You are going to die!”.

Midnight knew she was on deaths door, her body would give out soon, unless she relents…

Once again the bedroom door opens silently, the snap of it shutting alerts the two occupants of a new comer entering the room.

“Do it for the sake of the child, if you wish to atone for the death of its father then guide it as it grows, inform the future leader on how to avoid whatever negativity may come beforehand, so that it can be properly dealt with” the stern but soft voice of Jeanist seems to have been able to break through the oracle’s stubbornness.

“Normally only one of you would need to be the scribe for this session…but I would prefer it if there were two perspectives on whatever I report, considering the situation…” requests Midnight as Aizawa allows Jeanist to help the frail woman sit up. Making one more request as the blonde man fluffs and rearranges the pillows behind her:

“Please light the ceremonial pouperie and hand me both selenite and tourmaline towers”.

At the beginning of her life Midnight had been gifted with the ability to predict small things such as who would win a foot race or what she would receive for her birthday. As a teen her visions changed into predicting who would find love and eventually how relationships would end. Life was not always kind to her, and once she reached her late teens she had been enslaved and forced into prostitution.

Luck had been on her side as an adult; One night as the ebony haired beauty made her way through town. She had come across a drunken man attempting to asssault a young woman. Her amethyst eyes catch the glint of an intact bottle neck laying discarded on the alleyway’s grime crusted cobblestones. Those muffled cries of the female being violated brought her back to when she herself had first been enslaved. Slinking up through the shadows in silence, the angry woman would later on be compared to a panther as she came flying out of the darkness. The brute didnt have a chance to fight back as loose shards of glass were shoved into his eyes, the jagged spikes of the bottle were repeatedly slashed and thrusted into his neck, face, and chest until the pig was unrecognizable.

The woman she had saved turned out to be the daughter of a duke, visiting from a completely different kingdom. “Please accompany me for my journey home, your bravery will bring you great favor with my family, im offering you a new life, a fresh start”. Once the dutches and duke had learned about the gift of sight their daughter’s savior possessed, it was only a matter of time before Midnight was called to advise the current king and queen of her new home.

The darker haired man uses the candle to light to light the bundle of herbs, the scents of sage, lavender, and jasmine fill the room quickly.

Both polished stone towers are pressed into her shaking hands, Each man stood at the oracle’s bed side with quills poised and ready. Only then does the ritual begin;

She always hated lowering the walls of protection that had been built around her psyche. It made her feel as though she were stripped naked, vunerable, about to have her dignity snatched away, and soul crushed. Of course those feeling were always what prelude a tainted and unfortunate vision. Her eyes buldge in their sockets as they widen, her plump lips fall open and an amplified emotionless version of her voice spews out the sacred information from her gaping maw.

In this realm,

a blessing descends,

a child of fate,

Whose power immense,

destined to determine

earth’s fate

Born beneath the moon's shadow,

a tale quite bizarre,

A beast hides within,

a spirit touched by mar.

Not at the outset,

but time's relentless flow,

Unveils a name in

history's annals to grow.

Victories numerous,

A heart encased in sin

With a chance encounter,

love's dance shall begin.

Strings of fate weave

a love, pure and oh so divine,

The dragon king seeking

a mate with whom his

Soul shall intertwine.

This love is true,

by impurity shunned,

Great Darkness out shone

by Celestial radiance

Who’s light could

Outshine the sun

Blessings abound

if the moon's grace prevails,

However her failure

unveils hate

as darkness assails.

The Earth shall quake in fright

silence descends in despair,

The dragon king ruthless,

his mate to ensnare.

Land soaked in blood,

tainted with gore

at that moment

T’will be decided

peace within this kingdom

will become a distant lore

Decay befalls living souls,

cursed evermore.

Oh how can one’s feelings

spin a tale so profound?

For only true love shall

Determine whether darkness

Or light shall abound?

In a wing located on the complete opposite side of the castle, a feminine shriek is permeated by the sharp wails of an infant.

“It’s a boy your majesty!” Exclaims a mid-wife who held the freshly delivered baby.

She is quick to clean off the continuously shrieking child, immediately swaddling him in a soft blanket. Queen Mitsuki held out her trembling hands to receive the bundle of joy. “He’s beautiful my lady, I’m sure the king is looking down from heaven with pride” stated one of the other servants as she took away the soiled linens. “Yes he is…my beautiful little boy…my precious Katsuki” the queen whispered, kissing the boy’s head. His tiny whisps of blonde hair tickled her face as she holds him close. A little fist slips out from the blankets, waving about as his wails grow louder. Another servant enters the room, her arms laden with fresh blankets and sheets, “The moonlight has returned!” She happily reports, setting down the bedding and drawing back the curtains some.

Soon as those first rays of the shining silver light landed on the baby, his shrieks cease instantly. Finally opening his small crimson eyes to stare up at his mother, a goofy smile appearing and soft cooing replaced his cries. Everyone in the castle seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as the dreaded eclipse had come to an end.

“My Katsuki, you’re going to grow into a strong, dependable man, eventually you’ll become the greatest king the world has ever seen…isn’t that right Masaru?” Mitsuki snuggled the baby, tears rolling down her cheeks. She wasn’t able to see the man standing beside the two of them, but Katsuki could. The spirit of his father placed its hand on his little head, and the baby began to giggle happily. “I cant do much in this form, but I’ll do whatever I can to help you make the right choice when the time comes…take care of your mother for me…I love you both so much”.

A/N: We’re starting a NEW series!

What did you think? Pay attention to that prophecy, any ideas on what it’s talking about?

[appleblueberry-pie]

Refusing worshipper yandere Levi because he’s kinda pathetic :( (love Levi as a character 🫶)

He’s just…. Not what we want in a man… in height at least.

you loved every single individual worshipper you had in your gigantic plot of land. your worshippers are beautiful, unique, smart and driven in ways you couldn't imagine. they were a simple small town when you first became ruler. yet, they proved themselves more than worthy when they continuously gifted you the best of their crops and constantly bathed you with care and love during every possible holiday that they celebrated.

they rebuilt their own town and even found a way to elevate your own living chambers, somehow finding a way to remodel your throne and entire palace. and you reminded them constantly how much you loved them. how they will thrive with more goods and crops when the seasons call for it and you will also provide them with whatever they need.

every day, your personal servants clean your estate, top to bottom. Occasionally dusting and washing with soap and water places you haven't touched in more than a week. All your steps are retraced with cleaners at the end of the day and you are always cleaned and well fed by the hands of your big-hearted servants. the men take care of big bulk-sized bags of crops being brought in from the fields as well as construction happening in town. men and women keep you company around the palace and feed, bathe, and entertain you.

there isn't a day that isn't as fulfilling as the last. you are thankful for them as much as they are for you. but recently, there has been a new man from town that got himself promoted to being you personal servant not too long ago. the only reason he was allowed in is your close-friend and servant recently died building construction, he fell off of a building. this man, Levi, says he will do all he can and more for you. you doubted him, considering the townsmen weren't ever going to be as devoted and loving your close servants were.

but he challenged the thought. you saw it as disrespect to those who put in the most effort for you, but allowed yourself to be open minded about his words.

Levi never let a single inch of the castle go uncleaned. you found it scary, unnerving, even. but he tells you it's one of his hobbies, so you let him be. when it's time to bring in the bags of crops for the season, you wordlessly watch as he walks twice the speed as the other men surrounding him, two bags on his shoulders instead of one.

you don't mention anything when he lectures the women on what to put into your bathwater when you're ready to settle for the night or get ready for the day. not when your skin feels this soft.

you don't mention anything when he gives you certain fruits when you bleed, hand feeding you quite sensually. but it can't be sensual, right? his thumb will brush your bottom lip occasionally, eyes sharp and staring directly you. but he's just a servant. a completely devoted, body mind and soul, ambitious servant for you.

you didn't plan to mention anything when you two were alone in your warm and shallow pool in the garden behind the palace. and he was in front of you while you rested in the water naked. you didn't plan to mention anything when he had the loose robe all of the men wore, hanging low on his hips and completely drenched as your foot rested on his muscular thigh, his hands working slowly into your foot with patience, care and love. a foot massage.

but your lips still separated to speak your question you've been wondering for a while. "what are you doing?"

he looks up from your relaxed foot, not stopping his hands once, staring up at you calmly. silence lingers between the both of you before he answers. "my job, my queen." your lip twitches slightly at his words, sighing lightly. "yes.....but why must you push yourself so hard?"

he grabs your foot by the ankle with both hands, lowering it slowly back into the water before grabbing the other one to set on his leg, starting the same way he did with the other one. smoothly and distracting. "to keep your eyes on me, my lord." he says no more than that, his face stone as he looks back down at your foot to focus on making you relax as much as possible.

you close your eyes, resting your head on the bed of grass behind you.

Levi looks back up to take in the image he's been blessed with. "you're not what i'd have in mind for who i'd want to be king of my land." you look back at him, to see him still staring at you. his hands still work diligently on every toe, every curve and muscle in your foot with obvious love pouring into his craft. like you didn't even say anything.

"i don't want to be king. i want to be yours. i want you to use me the way you choose and i'll still give you whatever you deserve in return." you roll your eyes and he softly stops massaging your foot, running his hand up your calf a little.

you're a little speechless. you've met a handful of obsessive devotees. but for some reason, he makes you reconsider a lot of things. he's special. and you don't know what to think of it. you don't want him, but it's hard to imagine the castle without him even though he's only been here for so long.

"Levi." he mutters your title in return. "please go tend to my chambers. im sure the others would appreciate your effort."

he was already on one knee in the shallow water halfway through your words. head bowed, he treats you with a goodbye before taking his leave. you're left to your own thoughts.

idk yall i like this one.

[the-kr8tor]

Hi! I love your TTN series so much.

I was wondering if you could write a bit more about them, like, reader meets Gwen or Miles (because Hobie already knows them) and maybe reader helps them with their suits or helps them by making something for them. It's okay if you decline this, I didn't know if this counted as a normal request or fluffy friday request, sorry. I really admire your writing, you're really talented.

Take care, you're amazing 🤍

Thank you, lovely! You're too kind 💛 hope u like this one!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparingly, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mention. TTN! Hobie, TTN! Reader. FLUFF

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“Oh those are so based, dude!” Gwen exclaims from the floor, her sentence a bit muffled by the chips she's currently munching.

You look up from Miles’ suit that you're currently mending, the spandex slippery to touch. Sitting on the settee with Hobie sitting in-between your legs, you lock eyes with him who's equally confused as you. His head on your lap, eyebrow cocked up in question.

The four of them are sitting in a circle, snacks and sugary sweet drinks in hand. Miles lounges on the foot of the sofa, wearing an outfit you've designed once upon a time in college. You wouldn't let him wear Hobie's clothes, because, well, he looked like he was being eaten by just his shirt, his pants pooling on the floor. After almost tripping and landing smack on his face, you insisted on giving him a Y/N exclusive outfit. A one of one design.

You mentally take note to design clothes for the three of them that perfectly encapsulates their tastes.

Pavitr— who definitely didn't express how jealous he was of Miles’ new outfit, is sitting beside Hobie who is currently taping an ice pack to Pav's head with duct tape (that will definitely have consequences). He got annoyed that the ice pack kept slipping from his friend’s head, landing on his crisps, smooshing its contents.

“Ah, Gwen? What does ‘based’ even mean?” you ask, closing up the last seam.

All three teenagers look at you, then the other two stares at Gwen, waiting and snickering. Hobie leans against you, hand absentmindedly curled around your ankle.

“I keep forgetting you're from the 90s” Gwen cleans her hands with a napkin. “It means, uh, to carry yourself with swagger, yeah! I think…”

Miles and Pavitr guffaw loudly, Miles' soda spilling over the can. The houseboat shakes a bit on the water. You murmur out a ‘swagger?’ still scratching your head for an answer to your previous question.

“Oi! You're spilling everywhere!” Hobie throws a chip at Miles. It hits him on the forehead, leaving sour cream dust on his skin.

“Ack!” Miles mumbles while wiping his forehead. “You used to be cool, man”

“It's our house. I'd like to see you be cool when somebody spills sticky crap on your hardwood floors”

Our house. Even after all these years, Hobie still finds a way to make your heart sing.

You lean forward, placing a chaste kiss on his temple. Fingers kneading the muscles on his shoulder. “It's alright, Hobs. Miles didn't mean it, right Miles?” Hobie visibly relaxes, body melding close to yours.

The spider kids share a knowing look, triple smirks on their lips. Hobie doesn't notice, too busy getting lost in your eyes. You look at him like he's the stars in the sky.

Pavitr sighs, hand on his chin, mumbling about missing someone.

“Yeah, Hobs, I didn't mean it” Miles chuckles throughout the sentence, almost unintelligible with his laughter. Gwen scrunches her nose at her friend.

Meanwhile, you and Hobie are inside your own little bubble. The bubble bursts when the door to the houseboat bursts open with Ned heaving, clutching a stack of papers.

“Hobie! I figured it out—” he stops in his tracks, everyone looks at him, you stop with your barrage of massages. Pavitr pauses mid bite. Ned stares at the room, eyes swimming with questions.

“Who are these children?”

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Miracles don't exist | 37: Heartbroken and vengeful

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Nothing really [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

You crawl on your hands and feet out of the lake, spluttering and coughing up some of the nasty lake water. You wipe your face in an effort to get rid of the lake bits while you find your footing. 

You cast a drying spell on your clothes as the Golden Trio pulls clean clothes out of Hermione's beaded handbag and discuss the visions Harry saw and what their next step is. 

Suddenly, the trio turns to you and you halt like a deer caught in headlights. Your eyes flicker from Harry to Hermione to Ron and back. "Sorry?"

"The next Horcrux is in Hogwarts."

You shake your head. "Snape's headmaster now. There is no way you can just waltz right in. And my cover is blown so I'm not much help either with sneaking you in."

Harry turns to Ron as he tugs down his shirt. "Uhm... well, we'll go to Hogsmeade, to Honeydukes. Take the secret passage in the cellar."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? The Dark Lord knows you're destroying Horcruxes. He knows which ones you've already managed to get rid of. Don't you think he has sent a horde of Death Eaters to police the streets?"

A chill runs down your spine as your head twitches to the side. Pain flashes through your neck and you bite down a groan, your hand shoots up to massage the sore spot. Hermione frowns as she watches you intently but chooses to stay silent.

By the looks of it, the trio has decided to go to Hogsmeade. You sigh. "I'll... I'll go to Sirius, alert the Order that you're on your way to Hogwarts."

Hermione jumps forward and engulfs you in a hug. You give her a small smile as you don't know if they survive this. With one last nod to the boys, you turn around and disapparate. 

You stumble into the foyer of Grimmault Place, finding your footing as you catch yourself against the stair railing.

"Sirius?", you call out, pocketing your wand.

There's some noise coming from upstairs and when you look up, you see Sirius hanging over the railing. Once he recognises that it is you, he races down the stairs and halts just before you. His eyes rake over your face with a sorrowful look. He lays a hand on your cheek before engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug.

"Never EVER let me think you've died! You gave all of us quite the scare." He cups your face with tears in his eyes.

You sniff with a watery smile on your face. "Sorry, I'll try not to be dragged down the Malfoy cellar the next time." 

The long-haired man before you gives you a look as he drags you into the kitchen. "First of all, you need a good meal. You look as thin as a sheet. Secondly, you gave me quite the scare young lady when Theodore ended up on my doorstep. Alone."

Casting your eyes down guiltily, you tug at the hem of one of your sleeves. "I've... I've heard he's out on a mission for the Order. In Europe."

Sirius' face softens. He takes your hands in his, making you look at him. "What you did was brave. I know how my cousin is and I wouldn't put it past her to murder him if he were there. To hurt you."

You do your best not to cry. You've cried way too much lately and you want to save your tears for when you really need it. 

"How's Teddy?" Your voice sounds small.

"He... he believed You-Know-Who killed you. Begged Shacklebolt for a mission. To keep his mind busy, he said. But everybody knew he was heartbroken and vengeful."

Chewing slowly on your bottom lip, your eyes downcast. Does Teddy really think you are dead? The thought makes you sad. And sick. You lick your lips and take a step away from Sirius. "I need him to know I'm alive."

But Sirius shakes his head. "Shaklebolt has given us a strict no-contact order with Theodore. The Order is crumbling down anyways."

"So Shacklebolt sent Teddy on a suicide mission? You mean to tell me that my husband is out there somewhere and we can't contact him? Fuck that! Harry, Hermione, and Ron are on their way towards Hogwarts and they need every help they can get!"

You grab your wand and conjure your Patronus. "Find Teddy and tell him I'm safe and to come home", you say to the Hippogriff. The slivery creature bows its head before spreading its wings and flying away.

Sirius looks at you with his mouth agape. You raise your brows at him, a silent dare for him to question your actions. 

"We have to collect what is left of the Order and send them to Hogwarts", you pocket your wand and run a hand over your hair, "The war ends today."

You stand next to Sirius as the Order makes its dramatic entrance into the Great Hall. Snape brandishes his wand but the students all dive away once McGonagall stands in front of Harry. She is the first to attack.

But the weird thing... Snape doesn't attack. He only casts defensive spells and lets the spells bounce off to the two Death Eaters behind him, rendering them unconscious. 

A cheer echos through the Great Hall as Snape flees out of a window. But the cheerful mood is soon dampened by screams from every corner of the Great Hall.

"I know that many of you will want to fight", comes the whispering voice of the Dark Lord, and your head twitches involuntarily. "Some of you may even think that to fight is wise. But this is folly."

You make eye contact with Sirius to make sure you're not the only one who's hearing this.

"Give me Harry Potter. Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded. You have one hour."

A student from Slytherin steps forward and points at Harry. Of course, it's Pansy. "What are you waiting for? Someone grab him!"

You pull your wand out of your coat and point it at the girl. "Shut your bitch ass mouth, Parkinson."

Professor McGonagall looks quite shocked at your foul mouth, and so does Pansy. Gaping like a fish on dry land. 

With a deep huff, you march toward the professor. "If I may, Professor. A fight is coming and I don't think it's fair to have to fight one's parents. And it's not safe for the younger ones. Wouldn't it be wise to let the Slytherins and junior years take shelter in the dungeons?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes travel over the student body and she nods. "You are right, Miss...", she trails off, unsure what to call you.

"Nott."

"Right. Mrs Nott is right. Mr Filch, if you would, I would like you to escort the Slytherin's and junior years to the Slytherin common room."

Mr Flitch reluctantly agrees and leads the students towards the dungeons. 

You quickly grab Blaise's sleeve and stop him and Lorenzo. "Please stay stationed at the door. Keep the kids safe." Both boys nod and Blaise gives your shoulder a squeeze. Good luck it says silently.

"I presume you have a reason for returning, Potter", says McGonagall when Harry approaches the two of you. "What is it that you need?"

"Time, Professor. As much as you can get me."

The professor nods. "Do what you have to do. I'll secure the castle."

Harry gives you a look and you follow after him. 

"Potter", McGonagall's words stop the two of you, "It's good to see you."

"Good to see you too, Professor. Hold the fort, Neville." And with that, he's off. 

You pass by Sirius. "I'm going to help Harry. Promise me to keep yourself safe. Please keep an eye out for Teddy."

Sirius nods and gives you a tight hug. "Of course."

The castle is in chaos as students run from here to there. It's mostly last years helping the youngest children find their way to the dungeons and others readying for battle.

"Harry. Hermione and I have been thinking. It doesn't matter if we find a Horcrux."

"What do you mean?", asks Harry confused.

Hermione glances at you. "Unless we can destroy it."

"So, we were thinking..."

"Ron was thinking. It was Ron's idea. It's brilliant."

Oh, dear Salazar... you don't have time for this lovey-dovey stuff. And by the looks of it, neither does Harry.

"You destroyed Tom Riddle's diary with a basilisk fang, right? Me and Hermione know where we might find one."

An imaginary light bulb goes off above Harry. "Okay. Okay, but take this. That way you can find us when you get back." Harry presses some parchment in their hands before giving your arm a slight nudge, motioning you to hurry up the stairs after him.

"Where are you going?", you ask, rushing after him.

"Ravenclaw common room. We have to start somewhere! For the search for the diadem"

"So, the lost diadem of Ravenclaw is the next Horcrux? If I were the Dark Lord I would hide it somewhere in the castle where lost things are. You know, the lost diadem, it's in the name." You raise one eyebrow as you also wave a hand around, stating the obvious.

Harry gives you a surprised look. You cock your head to the side. Hasn't he really not thought about it?

"Okay. So... The Room of Requirement it is."

While climbing to the seventh floor, a sharp pain shoots through your head and you brace yourself against a wall. "They've done it", you whisper, looking at Harry. Harry shares the same look. He felt it too. "We have to hurry."

A loud explosion is heard in the distance before Death Eaters start flying around. You dodge a spell before sending it on to a passing-by smoke cloud. It hits Bullseye and the Death Eater lays petrified on the ground.

Finally, you and Harry reach the empty wall that houses the Room of Requirement. It's early quiet inside. Even the broken record has stopped playing.

"You take left, I take right. When we find something, we call out."

Harry nods in agreement and splits up from you. Your eyes scan frantically around. Between the stacks of old furniture and useless nicknacks, there is no sign of the diadem. But there is a faint high-pitched ringing. Somewhere in the distance. 

You follow after the sound and when whispers prickle the back of your neck, you know you're close. Harry also seemed to pick up the ringing, as both of you end up at the same table.

Harry removes some ropes from the top of a wooden box. You chew on the inside of your cheek as he reaches out and slowly flips open the lid.

"Merlin's saggy balls, we found it", you whisper in amazement.

The blue jewel in the middle shines brightly. Almost too brightly for how dim the room is. Harry touches it, admiringly.

"Well, well. What brings you here, Potter?"

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[brave-and-gentle]

Girl dad!Jean Kirstein - Happy Birthday Edition

In celebration of our man's birthday!

Pairings: Jean x afab! reader

Summary: Modern AU - You find out that you and Jean are unexpectedly going to be parents, and the baby is due on Jean's birthday.

Warnings: None, this is a continuation of super wholesome girl dad Jean

EB's Notes: I wish I could've fully fleshed this out, but alas, I'm working on two fics so a bulleted list is the best I can give rn <3 also I don't know what it's like to be pregnant or give birth so?? I did my best?? Plz enjoy and celebrate our Jean boy!

It's September when you find out that you're pregnant. One missed period isn't a big deal, but two? That plus how your stomach swirls every morning. You can't keep anything down until mid-afternoon. You silently blame the Fourth of July rager Eren threw every year. You and Jean had never been the patriotic type, but you two enjoyed the party (maybe a little too much thanks to Connie handing you drinks all night) and got a little careless after the night's festivities.

One night when Jean comes home from work, you decide to tell him. “Um, Jean?” Lacking words, you hold out the pregnancy test. Your hands shake. You had talked about having kids together, but it was always some distant future, certainly not now. He takes the stick and stares at it for what seems like forever. You wonder if you have to explain to him that it's a pregnancy test – is he really that dense? But then he looks up, hazel eyes glowing in the sunset streaking through the windows, and wraps you in his arms. “It's going to be okay, no matter what we do,” he whispers and kisses the top of your head. “I know it's not great timing and I'm not sure I'll ever really feel ready,” you begin, voice trembling, “but I think I want this. A baby. With you.” Jean leans down to press his forehead to yours. “Then I think we're going to have an adventure,” he grins.

Jean is overjoyed when you two find out that the baby is due in early April. “Do you think they'll be born on my birthday?” He asks, excitement rippling through his six-foot-two frame as he stares at the sonogram. You roll your eyes. “I didn't realize you could tolerate sharing a birthday with anyone.” Jean made a big deal about his birthday every year – mostly because he wanted to see what you would come up with for him. “Anything for our little one,” he affirms and caresses your slight bump.

Jean is the perfect partner to have a baby with – almost too perfect. It's almost irritating how much he dotes on you, but you remind yourself that he's doting on the baby too - “Baby K” or “little one,” he calls them interchangeably. He supplies you with all kinds of ginger snacks for morning sickness, researches all the baby stuff you'll need, asks a million questions at every appointment, gives you a massage every night, and takes over the majority of the household chores. Connie and Sasha tease that they never see him anymore because he's “whipped for two.”

You start to feel contractions on the evening of April 6th. Frantic, Jean calls the doctor, who says to wait until they're closer together. Neither of you fall asleep that night – you simply lie in bed, counting the minutes between contractions together. In the wee hours of April 7th, you decide it's time. Jean carries you to the car, packs the hospital bag, and hyperventilates all the way there. “For god's sake Jean, we're not even there yet!”

For all his hyperventilating in the car, Jean manages to calm down once your contractions and labor pains ramp up. It's pain unlike anything you've ever experienced – like someone is twisting all your organs together and rearranging them. All modesty is out the window. With so much sweat sliding down your body, you throw off the hospital gown and are stark naked in front of Jean and the nurses. Jean holds you hand the entire time and rubs your sweat-slicked back as you contort yourself into any position that will get the baby out as fast as possible. “C'mon baby, you're doing great! Almost there, almost there!” He encourages with confidence, but his face is as pale as the hospital bed sheets. You know Jean well enough to know that on the inside, he's border line having a panic attack.

You let out one final scream, one final push, and ear-piercing cries fill the room. “You have a baby girl!” The nurse announces and places your daughter on your chest. She's covered in all kinds of fluid and is screaming so loud your ears ache, but you don't care. You cradle her in awe that she's this little combination of you and Jean that will someday grow into her own. Jean pulls closer and wraps his arm around you and places his hand on your daughter's back. His entire hand is almost bigger than her. “She's so small,” he whispers. His earthy hazel eyes begin misting.

When Jean holds his daughter for the first time, his misty eyes give way to a rainstorm. “I can't believe we have a daughter – we made an entire human,” he blubbers and snuggles her close. “Don't forget who did most of the work,” you groan and roll over on your side to watch the two loves of your life. Jean lowers your daughter from his chest to gaze down at her. His eyes light up. “Hey babe, look, I think she's got my face!” You laugh because sure enough, she does have a longer face than most babies you've seen.

When the nurse takes your daughter to get cleaned up, Jean nibbles your ear. Heat flushes your face. “So when do you think we can -” You bat him away. “Don't even think about, Kirstein.” “C'mon babe, I'm starved!” He pleads. “NO. You don't even want to see my pussy right now, it's wrecked.” Jean crosses his arms. “I'll have you know that I saw everything, probably more than you did, and I still want your pussy. But alright alright, maybe in a month or so. Maybe we could make another one. . .” He trails off and grins. You widen your eyes. “If she's got your attitude? We stop with her,” you counter. “But,” Jean says, “if she's like you? We should have three more.” You groan and throw a pillow at him.

A few hours later, Connie, Sasha, and Marco come parading in with chocolate cupcakes. “When I asked Nicolo to make cupcakes for your birthday, I didn't realize there would be two birthdays,” Sasha laughs and hands a cupcake to Jean, who wolfs it down in one hand while cradling your daughter in the other. “More importantly,” Marco says and hands you a cupcake, “congratulations. I'm glad everything went well.” You grin and take the cupcake. “Thanks Marco.” Jean grabs another cupcake and holds it in the air. “To you,” he says your name, “for giving me the best birthday present I could've ever asked for.” Tears shimmer in his eyes again. Your heart blossoms at the sight of your best friends all here for you. “Who knew Jean boy was such a cry baby,” Connie mutters and munches on his cupcake. “Ouch!” He cries as Sasha hits him on the head. “Happy birthday Jean,” you laugh and roll your eyes because you know for the rest of your life, he's going to be insufferable about how great it is to share a birthday with his daughter. “You're never getting one like this again.”

[aphroditeslover11]

The Flat Next Door

Fun to write and thank you for the ask! i swear to God I feel this gif somewhere deep inside of me!

Warnings: a bit of touchy feely, mentions of divorce, not proofread and fuelled by lingering red wine and exhaustion!

Jim was fresh out of his divorce. He had lost his kids in a custody battle after getting into a fight with their step dad, along with the majority of his savings, his new girlfriend left him as soon as he wanted to get serious and he really was completely alone in the world. Bearing all of this in mind he moved across the Irish Sea and took up a new job in Liverpool. The pay wasn’t the best but he wasn’t responsible for anyone apart from himself now and the city itself made up for it. It did mean though, that aged 42, he was having to live in an absolute dive in a block of apartments he never though he would have to see the likes of again until now. The kinds of people living here were the ones that you didn’t want to bump into on a dark night or had just decided to give up on life and slowly rot into the decaying depths of society. He was pretty sure that the apartment to his left was being used as a weed farm from the smell and the weird times that people were walking in and out. The flat to his right was a bit different though, it belonged to a girl who simply didn’t fit in among this band of junkies and lowlifes. She couldn’t have been much older than 22 and always kept herself to herself. Everyday she would come home at around the same time, make dinner, work for a bit and fall asleep with the tv on in the background. It was hard not to notice these things with how thin the walls were. Who was she though? That was something he was curious to find out.

~

It was three months after you had moved into your apartment that the absolute unthinkable happened. Somebody had broken into your flat, not that you should have been surprised. The door had been kicked clean off the hinges and nobody had even thought anything of it. The place missing a door though meant that it was hardly safe to stay here and fixing it was not a job that you could do yourself. This was how you had come to meet Jim, the helpful man from the apartment next door who had spotted your distress and come over with a toolbox to help you fix it. You had invited him in for coffee and the pair of you had fallen asleep on the sofa, not that it meant anything of course, you were scared so he had stayed incase the burglars had made a return visit.

After that you had started meeting up for coffee periodically. He learnt that you were a student, having ended up here after fleeing from the house you had been sharing after discovering that your boyfriend was cheating on you with one of your housemates. Though you were at very different points in your lives there was some sense of empathy between the two of you. Perhaps a friendship based on a mutual sense of abandonment wasn’t the healthiest thing in the world, but it was certainly what you were both craving around this time. 

The other thing that Jim learnt about you was that you were a very tactile person. Whenever you walked past him in the kitchen whilst making a cup of coffee you would place a hand on his shoulder, as if to move him out of your way. If you were sat together on his shitty little sofa and he made a joke you would always place a hand on his thigh or his forearm, as if to keep you grounded as you laughed.

As of late he was starting to wonder whether there was more to these touches than he had originally thought. It was moments like these, when you watching television together with him sat at one end of the sofa with your feet in his lap, that he questioned what you really wanted out of him. He was caught off guard by you moving your feet in his lap.

“You know Jim, I’ve put them there for a reason. I missed the bus and my feet are killing me and I was hoping I might get a foot massage out of you?” You chuckled.

“You poor thing, I can’t promise I’ll be much good but I can certainly try.”

“You’re an angel, I promise I’ll make it up to you in time.” What the hell is that meant to mean?

 ~

Three weeks later and he still didn’t know what that comment had meant. Rents had been put up and he, remembering the financial struggles of being a student, had starting offering to cook for you more often. He wanted to make sure that you were eating something other than pot-noodles or HP Sauce on toast.  You’d started helping him cook as well, if he was honest the evenings were when he missed his kids the most, so the little arrangement worked out well in his favour. You were coming back from one of the cupboards with a tin of tomatoes, he was expecting your hand to find his shoulder, but it didn’t stay there like it normally did, instead trailing down his back until it came to briefly rest on his ass. Caught unawares he automatically reached for your arm, holding it in a gentle grip.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“You remember how a while ago you gave me that massage?”

“Yes.” 

“And I said I’d make up for it in time?”

“Yes.”

“How would you feel about cashing in on that now…” 

[minhosimthings]

Hold me Without Hurting me

Chapter 9: Nettleseed and Next steps

A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.

Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups

Warnings: angst-fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to fake dating to enemies to lovers, Mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, jay comfort, nothing much but it's a bumpy story.

Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)

A/N: it's really short cause my brain couldn't write anything more but I promise the next one will be longer. And more fluffier hehehe

SERIES MASTERLIST

From Saturn to Mars. A long distance it seems. According to the math, it is made up of some complicated numbers. But when you look at it, when you hear it coming out of Jay's mouth, like a prayer, a carefully memorized poem, it seemed too close to be true.

It wouldn't be a lie if you said that you missed the times you had with Jay, two lost teenagers in the middle of summer, sipping away on cherry cokes and devising plans of the future. Now the future seemed too close, too quick. Too fast coming. It seemed that all those years you've spent yearning for this time, had faded away in the blink of an eye. And it all felt useless, as you saw Jay sleeping on the couch, arms folded and face tranquil as dew.

You quietly slipped out of his room, making sure to take all your belongings and leaving a note for Jay. He usually didn't sleep in, but it seemed that last night's shenanigans had worn him out. Your feet ached as you dragged yourself back to your room, trying to not to fall down in ghe elevator ride.

"Woah Y/N hey." The elevator doors opened on your floor to reveal Sunghoon, dressed elegantly in a purple suit. "Oh hey Hoonie." You smiled at him, taking the grateful hand he had offered and stepping out the elevator. Sunghoon gently guided you back to the door of your room.

"Oh I saw your assistant in the morning." Sunghoon sat down on the couch, as you plopped onto the one opposite him, "He was with Jay's assistant." You held your head in your hands and leaned back, basically sleeping on the couch. "They must have had fun last night, what with me spending the night in that asshole's room." You grumbled, as Sunghoon looked at you with pity.

"Sunoo told me about your agreement." He chuckled, "Somehow he managed to find out that you two aren't actually dating." Your eyes widened at Sunghoon's words. "Park Sunghoon if you even dare tell anyone-" "Oh shush you know I won't tell anyone." Sunghoon cut your words off, pouring himself a glass of water. You rolled your eyes and gently massaged your feet, wincing at the sunlight coming in from the open curtains. Dusty curtains, more like.

"You know in my amazing opinion-" Sunghoon suddenly started, "I think Jay actually likes you."

Sunghoon was thankful that you didn't have a knife in your premises, as you threw a pillow at him with surprising accuracy. "It's just an opinion!" Sunghoon defended himself as you prepared to throw another pillow. "A dumb opinion!" You threw the pillow anyway, this time time missing Sunghoon's head by an inch.

"Give me the evidence for your so called amazing opinion and I'll consider it." You crossed your arms and frowned, tapping your foot on the ground. Sunghoon stuck his tongue out at you and leaned back, crossing his arms in a similar manner.

"Girl come on." He raised a brow at you, "You really think a man who is just dating you for business purposes would defend you like that? Like he did last night? Most people would have just left it for you to solve out the pickle on your own." Your eyes softened at Sunghoon's words as you considered it for a moment. True, he had defended you in a way which most people wouldn't. It reminded you of the way he fought for you in ninth grade. The memory still brings a smile to your face, as you think back to the moment your bully's face was stuffed with mud, and how you and Jay ran all the way home, only to be caught by his mother.

"Still Hoonie. How do I assume he likes me just from that?" You drawled, feeling your stomach slightly grumble. It was already 9 in the morning and your breakfast usually came at 7. Sunghoon smiled at you and pulled out his phone, frantically scrolling through whatever content was open on his phone. "What in the hell are you doing Park Sunghoon." You groaned, lifting yourself up forcefully and dragging your body over to his seat to take a peak at his phone.

"I was going to come over to your seat but alright. Suit yourself then." He grumbled as you nudged closer to him, basically shoving him off of the couch. "Here." Sunghoon shoved the phone into your hands. The screen displayed a text conversation, which you peered to read because of Sunghoon's dangerously low screen light.

"Wait a minute-" you furrowed your brows in concentration as you read the contact name, "Jay Park? As in our Jay Park?" Sunghoon chuckled.

"You really didn't notice? Similar last names, pretty faces. He's my cousin." You widened your eyes as your jaw dropped in awe. You must have stared at Sunghoon for a long time before he snapped his fingers in front of you and directed your eyes back to the conversation.

"This is why I really believe he does like you." Sunghoon stated as your eyes fell upon the messages. Flowers, museums, perfumes, all conversations about your favourite things of which Jay was basically interrogating Sunghoon about.

"You should probably take a look at this one." Sunghoon scrolled down to the last message.

Jay - I think I'll tell her about how I truly feel today.

Your heart almost stopped as you read the message. 'Truly feel'? That sounded straight out of a cheesy 20's rom com.

"Well you should probably get going Y/Nnie." Sunghoon clapped his hands together, "He's planning to take you to the flower shops today."

The sunlight hit your face painfully through the open windows as you changed into new clothes. The idea of opening the curtains to quote unquote 'let some sunlight in', was definetly a bad one.

Jungwon had returned to your room in the morning, with his cheeks the colour of wine and his smile as bright as morning glory. His dimples were on wide display as he bowed to you and basically jumped onto a trampoline when you had asked him what had happened with Kayla.

His words of 'she asked for my number' and 'I am so in love with her Ma'am.' went over your head as your thoughts swivelled around what you saw in Sunghoon's messages. Getting the fact into your mind that your college best friend and the man who broke you into a million shards was a hard one. Getting the fact that Jay said 'about how he truly feels' to Sunghoon? Possibly the hardest thing you've ever had to stuff into your mind.

"Ma'am?" Jungwon peeked his head through the door as you ran through the last steps of your makeup, "Mr Park is here." With a pop of your lips, you got up from your seat and swung your bag around your shoulder, walking out the door to meet Jungwon. "Please tell me we don't have a meeting today." You sighed, taking the file he had handed you. Jungwon meekly shook his head as a blush crept up to his cheeks.

"What is it Jungwon? Your ears are bright red." You laughed, pointing at his tomato ears as you put your heels on. "Well I was wondering-" Jungwon began with his speech, "If you could allow me to stay out a little longer with Kayla today Ma'am? I-I really wanna make a good impression for her." You smiled gently at Jungwon's request and nodded your head, clapping your hand to his back in celebration. "Finally going to impress your mother with a girl eh?" You joked to which Jungwon's ears seemed to become less red.

You were dressed casually today, white sundress, draped with a beautiful golden chain with dangled from the crevices of your neck, drawing attention to your hair as well. Less sexier than what you had worn yesterday, you thought, but all for the best incase another 'emergency meeting' popped up.

"Y/N." Jay bowed as soon as you propped the door open. You nearly froze as you laid your eyes on him. Handsome seemed to have been a word unworthy of describing him at the moment as he fixed his watch slowly and adjusted his loose blue polo shirt. The marble white trousers he had on seemed to sharpen his curves even more, making him look like the Jay you yearned for years ago. It was a more casual look, one you'd wear for picking up a basket of bread, or accidentally stepping on the neighbour's cat's tail and apologizing to it frantically as your best friend looked on, laughing at you.

"Jay." You responded, realising that you had been staring at him for too long. If it hadn't been for Jay reaching behind his back, you wouldn't have seen Kayla quietly giggling and stealing glances at Jungwon behind you. You hid your smile in your heart, young love was always so sweet. Pity you never had it.

"Shall we go then?" Jay cleared his throat, as you reached your hand forward to enclose in his, making a clear motion for your little party to start moving downstairs.

An interesting day it would be, you thought, trying not to take in Jay's intoxicating perfume.

[fareehaandspaniards]

15 for Gremia, 6, 17 for Ymir, 2 for Damian

Unhinged prompts

15. This character is sent a scam email by the fae requesting they type in their name for a free prize. Do they fall for it?

for Gremia

Yeah, I'm sure he'll fall for it….

I can't say he's very gullible or too naive. At least the adult Gremia we know in the game has been tested enough by life not to trust anyone. But… He's still capable of believing in miracles and his own luck. And it will hurt him deeply to find out otherwise. I think his self-esteem will drop below zero, and he'll even cry. It's almost like a kid finding out that Santa Claus doesn't exist. I mean, he LET himself to believe it, and it turned out to be scam. Oh no... I already feel sorry for him.

Probably Damian can save him <3

6. How would this character answer the trolley problem? Then how would they actually act if faced with it?

for Ymir

Hm… I think nobody is able to tie Yuri or Jolan to the tracks, so probably Ymir won't be too concerned about this problem… (He would drive this trolley even maybe)

Tho he may come up with the solution - if Jolan restrains the trolley with herself, Ymir will release all the captives and thank the stars for that outcome xd

But if he is faced with the problem of “one or many”? No doubt he will choose one more important to himself, hardly anything will make him hesitate

17. What gives this character the most comfort?

for Ymir

Ymir is probably a man of luxury and comfort. Also a carian, a speaker, a teacher - and generally someone who is Very much in touch with people. (I'm not sure, though, that Manus Metyr has many visitors now, but still)

His comfort is probably solitude, silence, and a spacious robe instead of clothes. I have a headcanon that Ymir has varicosis and often has sore legs. Therefore, he needs pillows, massage, warm water, and foot care. Probably the most comfortable thing for him is to take a hot bath and then spend time completely alone lying in bed and reading or drawing (Although Yuri can't interfere with his comfort. On the contrary, Ymir feels very at ease with children, and thus seeks their company)

2. Favorite hc for this character?

for Damian

I think I've posted most of my Damian headcanons here at least once, and the other part you've read in my works yourself, and me and you also discussed some headcanons xD So I'll chose this one:

Damian is a good liar. And even though he tried to be honest with everyone and straightforward, there are a lot of lies in his life. He lied to his parents a lot. Not just when he was a kid! His poor religious kin found out too late that he was working for the Church, and never found out that Damian had become criminal element and a killer right hand of another criminal Micolash.

Micolash preferred to consult him if he was to have conversations with Laurence or Willem. Because Damian didn't usually put his true point of view at the center of the conversation, he put the goal to be achieved at the center. And he's very persuasive when he says something. His lies are hard to recognize, though Micolash got used to it and has learned to sense it.

Damian is able to accuse you of something and make a hundred arguments, even though you both know it's all untrue. And you know, everyone will believe him xd His reputation works for him

He lied to Gremia, and it was hard on both of them. Because Gremia trusted him unconditionally and believed that they have same view of life. And Damian thought he could always be honest with Gremia, but life and ambitions didn't allow it.

When they met again, both tired of life, I think Damian was too broken to try to lie or withhold anything. And Gremia understood him well enough to keep silent when necessary, or to tell the truth in his place <3

He started lying to Micolash as well, when Damian stopped being sure of what the School of Mensis was doing, and when he put his own faith in Kos above Micolash's ambitions.

By the way, it's worth adding that Micolash lied to him quite often. But for some reason Damian was not offended, and in most cases he knew in advance that he was being deceived. Most of the time it was harmless lie that would not hurt anyone. So they could just exchange understanding glances and continue the dialog.

He's trying to save with lies, keep someone safe and help someone close to him. And sometimes he just feels tempted to lie for his own gain and may do so.

He lied a lot to himself in the first place. And has always had difficulty in life trying to get along with himself. And that's perfectly normal

<3

[twentydaysofdrabbles]

The Concierge Gives A Tasting - Conclude (Part 26)

Though annoyed at the interruption, you know full well that you would have stopped soon anyway. Sans is...stars, given enough time, that man would have seduced his way into your bed.

While Sans digs in his crumpled suit jacket for his phone, you move off him slowly. One foot hits the ground, but before you can slide off his lap, he holds you fast with the hand still on your backside, a cheeky tilt to his eternal grin. 

“hold on, sweetheart, this won’t take long,” he purrs up at you, having found his phone. His mischievous expression fades into one of disgruntlement when he sees who is calling him. “fuck, nevermind.” 

You smile knowingly. Ah, it’s Papyrus. Yes, it might take a while. 

So you slide off his lap without further hinderance, though Sans looks rather mournful now that he is bereft of your weight and warmth. You, too, mourn the loss of his firm cock and his large hands that touched you so desperately. Next time, you promise yourself.

“what?” he answers the call with an unhappy growl, slumping into the chair. 

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” Papyrus’ voice rings out clearly from the phone as if he were on speaker. Which you know he is not. Stars, he’s loud when he wants to be. “YOU NEED TO GET YOUR LAZY COCCYX TO THE CONTINENTAL IMMEDIATELY.”

Sans groans, rubbing his face with a free hand, his eye lights following you around the room as you pick up some clothes and head into the bathroom. “i’m a little busy right now boss, can it wait?”

“NO IT CANNOT, YOU USELESS BAG OF BONES. IF YOU WEREN’T OUT CANOODLING WITH YOUR LATEST FLING, YOU’D KNOW THAT TORIEL’S BEEN FOUND AND ASGORE IS--”

You close the door behind you with a soft click. In doing so, Papyrus’ loud voice is immediately muted to a low drone, muffled by the walls and door to the point where you have trouble making out what he is saying. 

Though you’re curious about what the King is likely to do now that he knows the former Queen is here, you have not lived this long by poking your nose into another’s business quite so obviously. You will find out through other means. 

It doesn’t take you long to shower, to change into a clean set of night clothes - a loose, high necked shirt and some shorts - to come out towelling your hair dry. At last, you no longer smell like blood. Out of habit you tug on fingerless compression gloves, warm and soothing to your aching hands.

Sans is still seated where you left him, though he has finally hung up and looked like he’d rather be shot than leave the room. You smile and come up to him, resting a hand on his forearm. “Duty calls?” you ask quietly, your eyes still holding the barest of sparks. 

He sighs with a nod, taking that gloved hand and lifting it to his teeth. “’fraid so,” he grumbles, nuzzling at your knuckles. His eye lights look over the dark-coloured gloves, at your fingers, your well-manicured nails, and mutters, “gloves even in yer own room...”

“Compression gloves,” you explain, letting him tug and touch it as he pleases. Though when he drags a finger over your covered scar, you shudder a little. It’s an odd sensation, dulled yet sensitive all at once. “It helps to relieve the aches and pains.”

You don’t know why you’re telling him this much - it’s more than anyone has ever gotten. Though to be fair you could count your bedmates, the ones you had after the Injury, one one hand. It’s odd that you feel so relaxed around him. Curious indeed.

Sans hums softly in response. “’s long as ya feel alright, babe.” His phalanges move to massage your hand gently, his other hand reaching out to cradle your free hand to do the same. 

You can only look down in surprise at him. “What are you...” you trail off in confusion. Why is he massaging your hands? When he has somewhere to be?

The skeleton appears to take your question in his stride, shrugging lightly and leering up at you, “what, can’t a fella say thanks for the...uh...sampling?” His thumbs smooth up and over your scars, pushing the tension from your knuckles to your wrists. It’s...it feels quite good. 

“No thanks needed, Sans.” You’re loathe to stop him, but he has somewhere to be and you need to lie down before you pass out from exhaustion. “As much as I enjoy your attention, were you not summoned by Mister Papyrus?”

Crimson eye lights seem to dance with smugness. “so i’m just sans now, eh?” he grins up at you, pressing both your hands to his teeth in a skeleton kiss. “and yeah, but he can wait fer a li’l longer. toriel ain’t goin’ anywhere and no one’s gonna think about breakin’ yer hotel rules. we all know what happened to the shmucks who did.”

Ah. A slip of the tongue, but it is true that behind closed doors, he’s not really Mister Sans. He’s just...Sans. 

There’s no mistaking the bloodlust on Sans’ face as he remembers the events of the night prior, of this morning. You’re certain that if you came back bathed in the blood of his enemies, or yours or the Manager’s, he might not be able to hold himself back. 

Hmm, an intriguing thought.

“As you like, then,” you murmur, shifting so you stand between his legs. “Although I do need to rest. As do you.” It’s been a very long two days for you, as Sans would know. And for Sans himself as well.

The skeleton just grunts into your hands that he’s still nuzzling. Then he sighs, looks at you, squeezes his knees around you to keep you in place. As if you had any intention of stepping away. “’ll be back,” he says softly, his gritty voice even lower than usual. “that sample ain’t gon’ be enough fer me.”

A soft smile spreads over your lips. Leaning down, you kiss his forehead gently. “As I intended.” 

The tent in his pants has long dissipated, the crimson magic in his joints and behind his teeth receding into a low glow. Save for looking more rumpled than he had when he first entered the room, one wouldn’t be able to tell he had almost gotten lucky. 

You, on the other hand, sport a few phalange-sized bruises on your backside and the backs of your thighs, alongside the round bruises over your chest. The latter Sans does not see. 

He casts his eye lights over you briefly, stopping at the column of your neck as though trying to see the tattoo hidden under the fabric of your shirt. 

“Next time,” you promise him, referring to your tattoo. 

“‘ll hold ya to that.” Sans doesn’t look disappointed in the slightest, his eternal grin twitching upwards. “gloves off on th’ third, ya said?”

For someone who looked rather dazed throughout the...sampling, his memory works just fine. “Yes.”

Sans rumbles deep in his chest, a satisfied sound, and presses one last skeleton kiss to your hands before he pushes you away so he can stand. “a’ight, better get going before boss tears this place up lookin’ fer me,” he grumbles, his phalanges lingering on your hands as he lets you go. 

“That would be entirely undesirable,” you say with an amused tinge to your voice. Your feet pad gently on the carpeted floor, taking you further away from the handsome skeleton and towards the door to see him out. 

By the time you turn back around to check on him, Sans is in the middle of shrugging his jacket on, uncaring of how rumpled it is, his tie hanging loose and his top button undone. He rather looks like he’s in need of a cigar, the very picture of a man left frustrated. 

That doesn’t seem to bother Sans very much, since he saunters to you without straightening any of his clothes. He must have noticed how you are looking at him, since he explains himself without any prompting, “boss already knows i’ve been gettin’ some suga’, it’d be more suspicious if i came back lookin’ all put together.”

Oh stars, you hope Papyrus doesn’t think Sans bedded you. 

“nah, he wouldn’t think of ya. too professional, see,” Sans teases you, leaning in with a sly grin. “‘course, that’s the best part. yer professional till ya ain’t.”

That’s...sort of a compliment? You don’t question it though, just tilting your head in silent thanks. 

The skeleton is unperturbed by your silence, ducking in to press a nuzzle to your cheek. One that invites a kiss to his teeth in turn. “see ya ‘round, sweetheart,” he purrs against your lips. “dream o’ me when ye sleep, won’t ya?”

You chuckle quietly, a hand reaching up to cradle his jaw. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Sans.” A soft kiss follows your statement to soften the blow. “Stay safe and I will see you when you return.”

There is...oh, you could have sworn you saw a flicker in his eye lights. Wide dots that shift into something oblong, into another odd shape, before morphing back into their normal shape. Hm, perhaps a trick of the light.

“...you too,” he breathes out. For a brief moment, he indulges in your closeness. As you do his. But he cannot stay for much longer, his phone summoning him with a muted buzzing. “fucken--” Sans swears under his breath, finally pulling himself away with what seems like herculean strength. 

You don’t help though, not with how you stay in place, holding the door for him once he wrenches it open himself. It’s amusing to see him grumble and huff at the caller id as it pops up. And it is less amusing and more...something...when he winks at you and backs away while holding your gaze, his free hand forming the universal sign for ‘call me’ as he answers the call. 

How a hardened monster of Sans’ ilk can be so adorable, you don’t know. 

As you close the door behind you, locking it, you consider what you have gotten yourself into. Life is too short, but you can’t afford to make enemies either. You must be careful. Keep things under wraps as best you can. 

Yes. For all your sakes. 

In the silence, your fatigue returns to you like the flow of a wave. Weighing down your body, your mind, until you stagger to your bed with all the grace of a zombie. In the four walls of your quarters, with no eyes on you, safe as you can be, there is no need to cling to your professionalism. So you crawl under the covers and rip off the compression gloves, burrowing into the copious amounts of bedding and pillow and blanket alike.

The lights go out with a clap of your hands, plunging the room into darkness. And with a loud exhale, a deflating of your tense form, you melt into the bed, out like a light. 

Tomorrow’s problems can wait. 

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

wtf is it about my feet?

last night was the best night for singing and I stayed until close

it was euphoric and there was this time where I just sat

at the table with my water and eyes on the stage and screen

singing along with everyone and feeling the connection

music is like water in energy and it creates a sea that is all around

how long do I have to keep swimming until I'm connected with you?

I was the last one on stage and the computer stopped working

so I didn't get to sing Take Me To Church

and it made me sad because I was so ready

man, people really really like to give hugs

I'm getting used to it and it's kind of nice

now when I say no and someone tries to convince me

that my answer is somehow up for negotiation

I just have to look at them for a moment or two

I don't even change my expression or try to

and they flinch and move away and don't ask again

I try to notice what's happening in my body when I do it

that look that I know somehow rises the power of my soul

I feel the heat and energy begin in my heart

who has gotten really sick of being unheard

and knows when she's been heard but they want to be blind

underneath my heart my solar plexus kicks in

I can feel it light up like a gold beam in my strong gazes

inside my core and up through my heart the light aligns

and into and through my eyes I use to send it to them

I suppose that's a conscious use of my power

even though I didn't understand it until now

that's how it looks when I imagine the process in my mind

I always know people by energy and rarely by name

unless they have a name that really suits them

I always remember that names are gifts given to us

and sometimes the givers aren't thinking about us

when they give us the names we are called by in this world

until our hearts release the sweet burdens of our souls

foot massage guy repeated his offer and I said no

maybe I should tell him I'll never want it

seems like it would make the situation more efficient

another dude asked to give me a foot massage too

are my shoes slutty or something?

they're crocs and cute but nothing that screams for attention

plus my feet always are so filthy on the bottom

the Irish have so many folktale stories about foot water

so it's gotta be part of my design with these dirty feet

because if I can be barefoot I always take the opportunity

I don't even paint my toenails or get pedicures

and I often trip over these feet unless I am on my tiptoes

the way I practice attunement seems to affect people differently

some enjoy the way our minds flow and play together

some look at me with a bewildered confusion

I made someone cry in a way last night and I don't know how

now that I've been able to switch my experiencing of life

into more of an observational frame

rather than seeing the world to be always against me

or out to hurt or use me in some way

it does make life less scary and more interesting

last night I went to my car and a crackhead started screaming

he was walking by and saw me and started screaming

and when I drove past him he started doing it again

and though I didn't understand why I could objectively say

there was something about my presence that didn't work for him

I'm just thankful he didn't offer a foot massage

there was this green light across the river I was curious about

once I crossed the bridge to go find it there was a stone angel

and I found the light to be a permanent light fixture

it had a sideways triangle on it and turned red

when my fingertips touched it with a beep

I quickly walked away in case I'd accidently summoned something

I've been looking at that light for weeks wondering about it

so now I'm glad that one mystery for now is solved

Can't Fight The Moonlight had good energy

Blank Space felt a little hard but it was received well

it's nice to be a character that's part of the community

but one that easily disappears and people expect it

it's interesting to see yourself as a character in a world

instead of some collection of stories you think of yourself

that other people who often know less about themselves

repeated and told you until you wrote the pages with their words

but you helped me set fire to those pages, didn't you?

it's nice to see people as experiences that unfold

and not try to anticipate what role they play in my story

and I try to keep that detachment with everything

and it's easy with everyone except you who follows me

in my shadow like my favorite phantom in my thoughts

likely because I have so many unanswered questions

and there's all the ways you keep yourself

from being observed and it's all so intentional

you're the wiser of the both of us in this way

and it triggers my intellectual ego to know it

and it springs a hope in my heart that I let it keep

sometimes I let myself for a few moments think about

all the reasons that I want it to be why and it

makes me feel like I'm melting into something warm

and I like the feeling but I try not to get carried away

because that just makes me feel impatient with longing

and longing is something to use productively

that energy created in the distance between potential and desire

there's nothing else like it for creativity and crafting

like how birdsong comforts and soothes our minds

but like the radio it's a bunch of horny poets

trying to catch the ears and eyes of love sweet love

they all ask me if I have someone and I tell them that I do

[piscispd]

— 𝙎𝙊𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀.

req<3 — Hey! Can you write something for svt ot13 with their reaction you arriving late at home after work and they being worried about you. How would they reaction with this?

warnings/tags: overworked gn!reader, mentions of passing out in dino's, food for mingyu's. overall fluff and a little angst.

Seungcheol is waiting impatiently outside of your house, phone in his hand with your number dialed on display and foot slamming repeatedly against the floor. You said you'd be late tonight, sure, but he's still your boyfriend– a loving worry head who's concerned about you. So when he finally sees you turning the corner of your street, he jogs to you, whining and pouting already about nothing in particular, he just really missed you. It makes you smile, but now that he's next to you he can see from up close just how tired you really are, and he's having none of that. Seungcheol picks you up piggyback style (he's a strong man, don't you dare doubt his strength or he'll get more pouty) and lets you vent on his ear all the way back home, squeezing your thigh from time to time to let you know he's listening.

Jeonghan only takes a look at you to see how tired you are and to know what to do. You can't escape this man, he knows your moods and is actually disappointed in himself as your boyfriend for not noticing earlier. He knows you better than anyone in the world, he takes pride in it too, and he knows what you need now is cuddles and sweet nothings to your ears, so he gives you just that. A long welcoming hug, a few kisses peppered on your face, compliments coming from his heart whispered to your ear. If you want to talk shit about your coworkers, he will too. If you don't blame them, but yourself, he'll listen. It's in those silent conversations where you look at him and he just knows what you're all about. Jeonghan loves you, and the thought of you not taking care of yourself properly hurts him, but he's more than glad to be taking care of you for a change. He's a little selfish like that.

Joshua is starting to get worried, waiting impatiently on your couch. He's biting his nails, threading his fingers through his hair, and texting you non stop. When the clock hits midnight and you finally walk in, looking exhausted and worn out, he releases a long sigh. He puts a soft smile on his face as he teases you about living with Cinderella, getting up and leading you to the bathroom where he sits you in the counter as he prepares a bath for you. He washes your hair, massages your shoulders and kisses your neck– it's your choice to stay quiet or vent to him, he doesn't mind either. He stays sweet during the night and takes care of your skincare before turning the lights off and cuddling you on your bed, he'll save scolding you for scaring him tomorrow.

Jun is fretting, absolutely worried sick. He's so very attentive to you, and he doesn't like it when you're tired or feeling anything other than happy and content. Probably calls you a few times and if you don't answer him, he hurriedly takes his jacket and goes out to pick you up from work– only to open the front door and find you behind it, looking meekly and a bit shocked to see him there. He immediately hugs you close to him and brings you inside, "there you are!", he starts. "I was going insane, why didn’t you–" only to stop after he gets a real look at you and your deflated, slow state. Jun cuddles you against his chest and sways you side to side, "It's tiring, right? But you're home now. C'mon, let's freshen up. I'm not letting you out of my sight."

Hoshi straight up goes to your work building to keep you company. Once your call rings twice he's not wasting anymore time. You're so late you're the only employee on your side of the office, and soon enough, you both are the only people there. He talks with you, jokes, gets clingy with you and keeps himself and you entertained throughout the night. "You're too pretty to be working all night like this." He makes it so much easier for you, and you feel like you can finally breathe when you both step outside. "You work so hard, baby, I'm so proud of you," he kisses your cheeks. "But you have to make sure you rest just as hard, alright? I love you."

Wonwoo just holds you tight against his chest as soon as he sees you, his mind and heart easing at the sight of you. Yes, your hair is all over the place and your makeup is a mess, but your puffy, sleepy eyes are so so cute he kinda feels guilty it makes his heart skip a beat. He stays silent the whole time, letting you recharge yourself in his arms until you let him go to take a shower. Wonwoo orders take out and cuddles you in the couch, caging you in his arms, and listens to you talking about your day and saying you feel safer now that you're with him– it makes him blush. Now he has the overwhelming urge to kiss you and goes to do just that until he realizes– you're fast asleep on his chest.

Woozi is calm and collected right until you come through the door. He has overworked himself in the past, and he's a given workaholic too, so he understands if you feel the need to get better and stay later for work, but as soon as he sees the bags under your eyes and your fake cheerful smile he's shutting that down very quick. He's calling in sick at your job for you the next day, but for tonight, he lets himself be soft for you. You needed this. You're not leaving his arms and his bed until you're fully rested, he'll make sure of that.

Seokmin is filled with guilt. You’re late and not answering the phone and logically, it must have died from low battery, but he's overthinking, coming to the conclusion that he shall never again take you for granted ever again. He reminisces how you brought him cookies when he overworked himself, and how you stayed awake at ungodly hours waiting for him to come home from practice. He wanted to be that person to you too, even if his heart feels too weak for that. When you finally come through that door, you will be faced with him desperately hugging you. "I was worried about you!" and "Please don't do that again. I'll buy you an extra charger." It makes you smile, tiredly resting your weight on him and letting him coddle you a bit. After a while, once you're already in bed, you confess you feel much better now that you're with him, and it makes Seokmin smile brighter than the sun.

Mingyu is cooking when you arrive. It's late, way past midnight and a meal is probably the last thing you want right now– but not everything you want is what you need, and you'll be lying if you said the sight of him in your kitchen didn't do things to your stomach– both from butterflies and hunger. He doesn’t greet you when you come in and even from a distance his shoulders are a little stiff, but you still tell him hi and go to the couch to take off your jacket, only to fall dead asleep as soon as you sit. He watches you with a frown because he's concerned, he was always concerned whenever you came home late but seeing how tired you really are actually makes his throat close tight. He wants to scold you, he wants to tell you to rely on him more and to answer his calls and not worry him like that again, but right now, this isn’t about him. So he bites his tongue and lets you sleep, taking longer than usual to finish the meal. He lets you nap until it's done, and he goes over to the couch where you're laying with a soft sigh. "You’ve always been there for me, haven’t you," he places a warm hand on your forehead, hesitating to wake you up when you look so peaceful. "Now it's my turn."

Minghao has a scolding sitting on his tongue just waiting for you to show up. He's sitting silently on your couch, watching the hours tick by, only raising his anxiety. He grows impatient, just waiting to nag at you right until he sees you walk in. His eyes soften around the corners and his heart aches seeing you tired and groggy, and he lets out a sigh as he resigns to talk the next morning. For now, he guides you to the bathroom to help you get ready for bed, tenderly helping you out of your clothes. Minghao looks at you asleep in your bed the second you lay on it with a fond, yet exasperated look on his face. He waits until you're deep asleep to take your makeup off completely, as you were too tired to do it properly.

Seungkwan knows you're devoted. But you're overworked and he worries about you. Sometimes you're all he thinks about– have you eaten today? Did you take the vitamins he left inside your purse? Did you sleep well? He looks down to his hands as his knees move anxiously up and down where he's sitting, reminiscing your loving touch on his fingers, his soft palm, whispering how much you like his hands. The hands that love you. Once you finally step into your house you feel his arms hugging you tighly and a millions complains dropping from his mouth. "You need to rest, baby, I'm begging you. This isn't healthy", he tells you softly, almost like a whisper, yet sternly– don't try to fight him on this. So you heave out a long sigh, feeling the heaviness of your shoulders melt under his care. "I'll take a break if you hug me to sleep." Say no more, he's ready in five minutes to spend the whole night with you in his arms, recharging you.

“Wow, long day, huh?” is the first thing Vernon says after he walks in later than you that day, and all he gets is three seconds of peace before you hug him tightly, practically squeezing him towards you. He smiles, rubbing his hand comfortably up and down your spine. At some point he sways you both side to side, gently humming a wordless song. "You know I'm here to listen if you need to– even if you don't need to," he says after what feels like forever, kissing the top of your head. "Let's go get some rest, alright?"

Dino is lowkey panicking. Your vision went blurry around the corners as you stepped into your house, your already concerned boyfriend rushing to catch you right before you hit the floor. He's in shock when he realizes just how badly overworked he let you become— he knows it’s not his fault and he's not the center of your universe, but he feels a responsibility as your boyfriend that he thinks he just betrayed, seeing you in such a state. You wake up near noon the next day to him cuddling you against his chest, and while you enjoy the warmth, your mind immediately goes to your work and your boss– because you were definitely late and it's definitely not your day off today and– "I already told them you weren't going to make it today," Chan breaks the silence, almost reading your thoughts. You relax against him, and feel his stomach rise with sigh. "You had me really worried last night, baby," he kisses the back of your head, hugging you impossibly closer to him, and you feel tears prickling at the back of your lids at how comfortable you feel right now, maybe for the first time this week. "How about I make you a warm meal, and then you can talk to me, alright?"