#i'm comfy and surrounded by things i love

[hexaddict]

THANK YOU CY!!!!

Commission for @hexaddict Wonder where this tiny mousie's ended up... looks squishy :3c

[sarahsartistportfolio]

when we talk about knights like I completely agree with the whole "yes yes the protection, devotion, unwavering loyalty the immense bond and sexiness of I am your weapon use me as you see fit" is hot and good and all

but also consider in addition to that the unbelievable connection & love that is,

your knight always being there. He's always there around you, somewhere in your space. He has learned every little detail about you, weather that be intentionally or just from habit from being around you from sun up to sun down. He knows more about you than you do yourself sometimes. Its a love language. Like! Like!

Your knight is one of the first faces you see when you wake. Excluding your maids or ladies. He is the first man you see in the morning. He knows what you look like in your wrinkled chemise, hair a mess, fresh eye bags and cranky mood because you do not want to leave your comfy bed to entertain the snooty neighboring diplomats. He is one of the very rare people who see you without your heavy gowns and bare face. He sees you like this at the crack of dawn, and he still loves you, as he looks at you with adoration in his eyes and asks what your schedule looks like for the day.

and still, he is absolutely the last person you see before you sleep.(He makes sure of it) Even after your ladies have dressed you down and made you comfortable. He still finds you, checks up on you. Asks if your alright. As he cheekily kisses your hand and tells you to sleep soundly as "I'm right next door so get some rest my grace"

Your knight learns what time you wake up and how long it takes for you to fall asleep.

What wines and teas you prefer, as he watches you at a grand dinner ask the servants for your favorite.

He quickly learns to distinguish your handwriting(because what if someone tries to forage a letter to him saying its from his queen)

He learns how to touch you and much you like to be touched. He learns that it really makes you blush when you link arms with him so the teasing bastard keeps offering his arm to you just to see you flustered. He learns where to grab you and how much pressure to apply when he must pull you out of harms way. He must learn this. You're the crown. The one thing he's sworn his life to. If you flinch away from him, or don't trust him? If you don't feel safe around him? Then he is failing his job.

He learns what secretive, secluded spot you go to in the castle, to hide away from everyone when you want to be left alone. He knows where to find you when no one else can. But he never bothers you. When he sees the lonely distant look in your eyes, as you gaze out the window to your busying court below. He stands back, keeping himself unknown, watching you at a safe distance. He knows you need this time alone.

He learns how absolutely beautiful you look when genuinely happy and laughing. He watches you play another round of cards with your most trusted ladies, outside on a warm summer's day, surrounded by the wealth that the palace can afford, colorful blooming flowers and luxurious furniture. He tries to hold back a smile but fails, seeing you relaxed around your friends, no pressure of keeping up a facade for the court. Just hearing you freely laugh. He's thankful he's here to protect that.

He's also so so thankful that he's learned to pick up when your many suitors make you uncomfortable. The way your hand hesitates as another prince offers to dance with you. How you lean and press your body away from a distinguished war general bragging to you. How your polite and formal "No thank you" to the elderly king proposing you meet him at his chambers tonight, how your polite rejection hides the disgust and distain for this dance you must do. Your knight learns you must greet and entertain the proposals of these men. Or else you risk displeasing your family or coming off as inhospitably to a foreign nation.

But this means your poor knight also knows when you're completely at ease. So this means one day, when his majesty the queen, is having lunch with another prince, and your knight is standing a few feet away enough to give you privacy but still close enough to peer into your conversation. When he sees that your shoulders relax, and you giggle at one of the prince's little quips, and this time you keep all your focus on the other royal, instead of occasionally glancing over to your knight. Its then your precious knight feels anxiety building up in his chest. This time, he learns he just might lose you.

holy shit I got so side tracked with this one, it meant to just be a short blurb but I ended up fantasizing about my own princessXknight characters from Audrey The Bride of Prosperity.

[thetxtdevil]

Hybrid TXT Thoughts

content: nsfw/smut, hybrid, human fem.reader, very vague smut, p in v, no wrap, cuddlefuck, mention of somnophilia, biting/nibbling, pool sex, outdoor sex, kai's scenario mentions mental health, let me know if I'm forgetting anything

average word count: 380 (each member)

the devil's note: thank @fairyofshampgyu for inspiring me :) I did use different animals for the boys because I wanted to be different 😎 I hope you enjoy!!!

Panda!Yeonjun 🐼

Yeonjun is a unique hybrid. It often leaves people guessing what he is as he seems docile but his body is big and broad body makes them think otherwise. It's not until they stop and admire Yeonjun’s smokey eyes, small round black ears hidden in his dark hair, and his cheeks lifting in a happy grin is when they can identify that Yeonjun is a panda hybrid. Panda!Yeonjun is a chill addition to your home most of the time laying around snacking on various foods. He’s so cute when lounging on the sofa you just want to snuggle your big bear, and he will never stop you from doing so. Panda!Yeonjun may be lazy at times but he does put in the effort to show his appreciation towards you. Yeonjun cooks for you and keeps you company. Panda’s are vocal so he wants to hear about your day and talk about everything and anything. Panda!Yeonjun doesn’t like confrontation though, so when he hears you masturbating in your room he doesn’t say anything. He’s too lazy to move and give you privacy, it's not like he would, he actually likes just listening to you, the wet sounds, pathetic whines, and your smell are nice.

However, one day something washes over Panda!Yeonjun and his tired eyes feel more alert. His body is fully awake and he’s not in the mood to just hear you. Continuously walking back and forth in front of your door, it wasn’t until you walked up to him and asked what was wrong is when he lunged at you. Big hands pawing at your body, knocking you into your comfy bed, and just like how Yeonjun is vocal in a normal setting he’s blabbering during sex. Telling you all the dirty things he wants to do to you, “Do you not realize that I can sense that you touch yourself, and how you’d be happier if you asked for my help?” His long dick pushes into your cunt hitting where your fingers couldn’t touch, and he made sure you always had relief when doing it with him. Pandas love to eat so it’s natural that Yeonjun loves to eat you out. He loves making love in the laziest ways, he was so grateful when you taught him that he didn’t have to do the most elaborate things in bed and instead, he can easily spoon you into heaven. Also, somnophilia… preferably him receiving it.

Raccoon!Soobin 🦝

Such a cute not-so-little thing. Raccoon!Soobin stands awkwardly with his ringlet tail swishing behind him as he waits for you to finish your food. You had to convince him to stop feeling like he has to eat your scraps and that he can eat freshly made food. Your heart gushes when you see Soobin’s dark circles surrounding his thankful glimmering eyes. Raccoon!Soobin is very active at night, dark eye bags worsen when he stares at the bright screen of your TV as he plays video games. You had to start inviting your friends over during late afternoons just so they could see your hybrid. You’d giggle every time your friends would gush over Raccoon!Soobin, his little ears standing up and his striped tail standing tail liking the attention of your friends. He's usually sweet and kind however, one game night with your friends he was looking for someone to demolish. Getting into arguments and winning every round simply from his annoying behavior. 

When your friends leave, you turn to your heels wanting to punish Raccoon!Soobin for his behavior, to your surprise he was sweet and cuddly again. Rubbing his head all over you, if you turned your head to somewhere else other than him, he’ll whine. Pouty lips grazing your neck, “Weren’t you impressed by my gaming skills tonight? Did I do good?” His words and the bulge poking at your leg made you realize that his behavior tonight was that he wanted to show off how good of a mate he is. You may be weak for Raccoon!Soobin but you let him have his way eating you out and making sure he has seconds and leftovers. Then showing off his length to stuff into his pretty little owner’s cunt. Little nibbles here and there but scratches a lot. Groans when your leave red trails on his back. Raccoon!Soobin is very curious about your presence in bed so he’ll be at it until dawn and then you’re trapped under his sleeping body.

Otter!Beomgyu 🦦

Such a gentle little creature, so soft so cuddly, content with life. Otter!Beomgyu’s long brown hair permanently has wet tips and the same goes for his sleek tail. If he’s not in your bathtub he’s in the apartment’s community pool. You’re happy when he’s calm and sleepy, Otter!Beomgyu gives the best hugs when sleeping. Always spooning each other, he thrives when he has arms wrapped around him. But of course, he needs to use all of his energy before he can settle. Hand in hand walking to the community pool you arrive to find it mostly empty except for one guy doing laps. Beomgyu is bummed, otters a territorial and this is his territory, the word “community” is not a thing when he’s in there. What really sets him off is when he notices your lingering eyes on the muscular man in the pool. Imagine his big dark eyes full of distraught, pink lips in a big pout, and his little otter ears bending down. Otter!Beomgyu rushes to the edge of the water and dives in begging you to watch him do tricks. He glides through the water practically racing the other guy, you feel yourself getting dizzy watching the hybrid swirl through the pool.

Eventually, Otter!Gyu’s hectic playing made the other guy run for his money, or so Gyu thought. Floating on his back, giggling to himself as he watches the man leave, his attention is right back to you. “Come on, y/n, want you to play with me!” You shake your head, and you tell him he’s been in there for too long but when you get close to the edge the otter’s paw grabs onto you pulling into the pool. You gasp at the sudden sensation, not only by the cold water but by the exploring hands of Beomgyu. Before you know it you’re pushed against the cement wall as Otter!Beomgyu sucks hickeys onto your neck letting everyone know that you’re his. And his cum in the pool will also let everyone know that the place is his… Shower and bathtub sex believer, imagine Gyu lighting candles and surrounding the tub *sigh* so romantic. Otters rub their faces and hair for reasons but Beomgyu’s reason is to turn him on. Carding your fingers through his hair will make him cum so hard.

Squirrel!Taehyun 🐿️

Such a cute hybrid but don’t tell that to his face, Squirrel!Taehyun is a feisty little thing. He might be tiny but he works out to the point that it makes you a little afraid. Watching him at the gym go from one machine to the next in a flash, jumping everywhere wanting to try something new is the most entertaining thing. When Squirrel!Taehyun is not active he likes to follow you around helping you with the most mundane things all the while making cute little noises as a sign of admiration. He is playful in a way that he likes to tickle you with his tail. The first time you got the hybrid you hugged him close and couldn’t stop yourself from giggling from the fluff of his tail. Squirrel!Taehyun doesn’t talk about his feelings much so you use his tail to translate what's on his mind. He also uses the fluff of his tail to his advantage, after an argument he’ll tickle you until you smile, when you’re cold he’ll wrap his tail around you and this gets him closer to you.

Squirrel!Taehyun loves the outdoors, the fresh green grass, the warmth of the sun, and how beautiful you look sitting next to him on the picnic blanket. Reaching your hand for the last strawberry you then run into Tyun’s hand reaching for the same thing. He’s quick to grab fruit holding it up away from you. Whining, “you had more than enough give it to me.” You climb on top of the hybrid reaching for the strawberry but in a blink, you’re on the ground with the squirrel on top of you. A little smirk creeps on his face watching you squirm, biting the strawberry then kissing you sharing the fruit. He was quite thankful that you were in a dress and in the backyard so it was easy access to fuck you right there. Since then Squirrel!Taehyun begs you to have a treehouse in the backyard so that he can have a special place to read and do other things… Don’t be surprised when he pulls you into the ultimate fuck sessions in the treehouse. Something about the outdoors just gets his instincts going. The cool breeze makes your nipples harden and the scent of wood results in Taehyun fucking you in all positions. Just imagine shelves full of books and toys.

Service Dog!Huening Kai 🐕‍🦺

The first time meeting each other was a breeze, instantly clicking, making jokes, and being comfortable with each other’s presence. Puppy!Kai is playful and cuddly, always up for adventure with you even if it's going from the living room to your bedroom. However, He gets a little too comfortable when you have an episode with him for the first time Service Dog!Kai freezes. He sensed something in the air, he knew that you seemed off, it wasn’t until you called out for him he was stunned but instantly went into work mode. Service Dog!Kai is there sitting next to you, nosing you to sense any change to your current state. Poor Puppy!Kai will never forgive himself after that moment, you try again and again to tell him that it’s okay, mistakes happen, but he’s stubborn. Service Dog!Kai is also stubborn about your health, he will not let you up until your heart rate is appropriate. He is ready for anything, pills? He has a bag full of them. Sweet treat? Has the mobile app ready. Your big, sweet puppy links arms with you everywhere you go and makes sure that he’ll never falter when you have an episode.

After a day full of stressors and being overstimulated, Service Dog!Kai leads you to your bed where you two nap until dusk. Kai can sense your resolved mood, your scent is calmer, and your heart rate is settled, you also start to cling to him more. Your gentle hands scratching Puppy!Kai’s black-folded ears causing small whimpers to escape his lips. Crawling up to you, he focuses on your body language reading that you’re comfortable. You sandwich the hybrid’s handsome face with your hands making Kai’s fluffy black tail wag wildly. You then pull him to kiss you. His whole body covers you like a warm blanket, kissing you softly, repeatedly asking “Is this ok?” “Are you comfortable?” Your kisses get more passionate and hungry, it makes it hard for Kai to hold back. Puppy!Kai quickly learns how sex reduces anxiety, he loves sensing your arousal state while sucking on your tit as his fingers play with your clit. Puppy!Kai now always asks for sex as a remedy, wanting your mind to just think of him if not fucked dumb. 

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil 🐾

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[puddinpuppi]

Things that help me feel small:

Having things in another language! This especially helps because I'm trying to relearn korean! I love like.. struggling(?) to read cuz it makes me feel very very small >.< and !! now i'm getting better at reading and (slightly) understanding korean !! :3

Using my non-dominant hand! Using my non-dominant hand to do things makes me feel extra tiny! Things like writing, brushing my teeth, or even eating can all be tasks with the "wrong" hand! It makes me feel like i'm learning how to do things ^o^ !!

Watching kids shows while cuddling stuffies! We love to have movie nights together! Hugging stuffies close to my chest makes me feel nice and comfy! And I know that they'll be there to protect me if anything goes bad just lets me really be small.

Babbling! Especially with my paci >.< ! This one makes me feel really really small. I babble to my stuffies or my porcelain dolls and bam... i am baby...

Coloring! I love coloring and drawing when i'm small! Coloring especially makes me feel tiny cuz i don't have to think about much except what color I want things to be! And who doesn't like pretty colors ! I loveeee looking at colors and certain color combos (especially primary) make me feel so small!

Talking to my CG/Babysitter! Especially when they comfort me when i'm scared! I don't have to be scared alone and my mama can make alll my fears go away!

Playing games! Games like Roblox, Stardew Valley, Minecraft, and now, Cookie Run Kingdom! Even MLP games or Toca Boca! Just depends on how small I'm feeling in the end :3 !

Being all bundled up! Being nestled up in blankets and surrounded by stuffed animals makes me feel all warm on the inside and outside! Only in the winter tho >.<

Playing outside! We have this inflatable slide + pool and a slip and slide! And sometimes I go to the park :3 going on swings and sliding on slides and my brain goes alllll fuzzy. I love nature so going on walks on trails is soooo nice :3

Snacks and Juice! Eating things like baby puffs, chips, and small sandwiches paired with juice is perfect for tiny me :) Sometimes i even water down my juice and that not only saves me money, it help me feel even smaller!

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Everyone's regression looks different! please remember that! Your regression does not have to look like this! This is what positively affects my regression !

[almond-tofuuu]

Wanna sit on Zayne’s lap (innocently) facing him with my face buried in his chest while he works 😊 and then maybe after a while grind on him a lil, just enough to rile him up, and then keep doing it until he snaps and pounds me into the nearest surface 😊

anon you are not the only one who wants to do this!!! If I've said it once, I'll say it again: ZAYNE WANTS US TO GRIND DOWN IN HIM!! why else would he keep letting us sit in his lap 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also sorry it took so long for me to write this, work has been brutal 😭😭😭 hope you enjoy!!

Dangerous Game

Zayne x reader

Warnings: nsfw minors dni, grinding, orgasm denial, Zayne's big dick (it needs it's own warning), pet names (Angel)

Zayne was busy, always busy. Even when he came home after a long shift at the hospital, he still had more work that needed to be completed. And you understood, you really did, his job was very important and his meticulous nature was just one of the many things you loved about him. But right now you were cursing the seemingly neverending amount of paperwork stacked on the desk next to him. Hearing that he had actually gotten off work on time for once, you were looking forward to spending an evening curled up on the sofa with your loving boyfriend. But your plans were cut short the moment he picked up a pen and started filling out documents. Watching him from the doorway you let out a small sigh, resigning yourself to spending another evening entertaining yourself, when an idea formed in your mind. Hiding the mischievous smirk growing on your face, you tiptoed your way over to Zayne, stopping beside his chair, gently poking his shoulder. Zayne's eyes flickered over to you, pen halting mid stroke as he gave you his full attention.

"Is there something I can help you with, Angel?" His smooth voice never failed to make your heart flutter, honeyed tone soft and tender, a sound reserved solely for you. Your fingers play with the cuff of his sleeve, a small pout on your lips, one you know he loves. "Can I sit with you? I missed you so much and I just want to be close to you for a while." The corners of Zayne's lips curl up into a soft smile, and you knew he'd give you whatever you wanted, after all Zayne could never say no to you. You were his weakness.

An amused chuckle left Zayne's lips as he swivelled his chair to face you, one hand holding yours whilst the other tapped his thigh, inviting you into his lap. "How can I refuse when you asked so nicely. Come on then, take a seat, Angel." He gently pulled you closer, helping you to straddle his lap, another deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he watches you bury your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. "Now be good for me, I'm almost finished with these reports. Then we can go watch a movie together." He gives a light squeeze to the plush of your hips before his hands leave you, picking up his pen and resuming his work.

You want to be good for him, you really do try, but your mind begins to wander. There's something about being surrounded by him, his scent overwhelming your senses, the steady rhythm of his heart, his muscular thighs below you, it ignites a fire deep within you, and with every passing second you can feel the growing ache in your core.

You start small at first, squirming slightly in his lap, little wiggles that you play off as "just trying to get comfy". And for a while it's enough, but soon the throbbing in your cunt gets stronger, your clit begging for more friction, something to relieve the pressure building up in your lower stomach. You give an experimental rock of your hips, freezing to wait for Zayne's reaction. When he doesn't respond you do it again, setting a steady rhythm as you grind down on his lap. The zipper on the front of his slacks rubs perfectly against your sensitive clit, the pleasure increasing with every roll of your hips, head burying further into the crook of Zayne's neck, his masculine scent filling your nose, pushing you even closer to your orgasm that is building steadily. Your pussy is dripping now, soaking your panties, your empty hole flutters and pulses as you continue grinding in Zayne's lap, too lost in pleasure to register the tiny whimpers leaving your mouth, forgetting all about subtly as your minds only focus is on your orgasm that is fast approaching. Speeding up your movement, hips pressing down harder into his, a breathy moan of his name falls from your lips as you're about to reach your peak. Just as you feel yourself tumbling over the edge, two strong, cold hands firmly grab your hips, halting your movement completely. You whine desperately at the loss of your orgasm, hips frantically chasing more of that delicious friction that would have your cunt gushing into your panties, but it's useless. Zayne's vice-like grip prevents any of your movements, cold fingers bruising as they dig into the soft flesh of your hips.

"Did you really think I would let you finish like that, Angel?" Zayne whispered lowly in your ear, dark tone sending a shiver down your spine. "I thought I told you to be good, but it seems my girl was just too desperate to wait." You let out a pathetic mewl as Zayne presses you further into his lap, only now noticing the large bulge that has formed in his pants, his cock hard and begging for relief as it grinds against your clothed pussy. "You wanted my attention, Angel? Well you've got it. And I'm going to spend the rest of tonight teaching you what happens to bad girls who don't do as their told." He chuckles darkly, hips rutting up into yours, mercilessly guiding your sensitive cunt along the length of his confined cock. "And I'm not going to stop until you're a begging, whimpering mess."

[pillow-priestess]

It's been so long since you've been held, hasn't it? You put on a tough front every single day, but it's not enough to stop the longing. The yearning. Your body aches for a safe and gentle touch, but it's so hard to find the right time, the right person, something to trust.

No longer. I'm here.

It's okay, sweetheart. You know I couldn't hurt you if I tried. Don't tell yourself you don't need this, you don't have to pretend anymore. I can see the way your shoulders sag, the way you can barely clench your fists, the way you're swaying gently closer.

It's alright. You're safe. Come to me.

That's right… just a few more steps. I won't force you. I don't have to.

You need this. You deserve this. A soft touch, a gentle embrace, words of care and love filling your exhausted little head. You don't need to fight anymore. I won't let anything hurt you ever again. Nice and close now… enough for me to just…

… take you in.

Isn't this nice? Isn't this so much better? You're not even within my plush yet, and this is still the softest embrace you've ever felt. So tight and warm, all around you, keeping you close and comfy and safe, protected from the world that's ground you down.

It's going to be better now. I promise.

You want to go deeper, love? Awh, good… thank you for trusting me. This will be even better.

Just let me press you in, guide you in. Let the stuffing slowly surround you. It's so warm, isn't it? All of that fluff hugging every inch of you, nice and cozy. Easy does it… just sink into me.

All the way in, now… held and hugged from every angle. Floating within me, letting me take care of you, it's all that you need. All you'll ever need. I'll keep you safe, darling.

…awh. You're welcome, love. Helping little things like you is what I exist for.

Just close your eyes, now… You know you're safe here. It's time to rest, to relax, to let all that tension from all those years finally slip away. Sleep in my loving embrace. When you wake, perhaps we can talk about what comes next. I'll happily keep you here always, dearest. But if it appeals, I'd love to give you some of my stuffing, let it fill you for good as a new plushie of my own making, ready for a forever of loving and being loved. It's a dream for so many, and I'm so thankful I can make it a reality.

But that comes later. Right now, you can rest… sleep soft and safe and sound in my perfect embrace… warmth filling you, love surrounding you…

This is exactly what you deserve. Goodnight, little one. 💙

[zepskies]

Welp, I think tumblr ate my earlier ask so happy Friday! You've survived the week! For your random question, because a lot of our fellas have had...displaced lives, what do you think the boys' ideal homes would be? Big, small, grand, cozy, city, country? 🤔

Oh yeah I didn't get an ask before now, but Happy Friday my beautiful friend! Yes thank God we survived lmao. You already know work has been doing my head in. 🙃

Ooooh what an interesting question! I'm thinking by "boys" you mean our favorite Jackles characters...

HEADCANON: What Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw's ideal homes would be.

Dean Winchester

Dean's not one for big cities. Too many people, too much for him, honestly.

So if he ever left the bunker, say with you by his side, I think he'd be happy with a cozy cabin somewhere. It would have to be big enough for Miracle - Dean could do little hikes with him in the woods. Oh, and one or two extra rooms. Just in case you really want to take advantage of breaking away from hunting, and in his words:

"Maybe...you know...start on Phase 2 of this whole retirement gig. Start a family."

There would also be a nice fireplace and a comfy couch for you to hook him into some late night cuddling (and probably some slow, hot sex by the fire).

Beau Arlen

I see a lovely ranch-style house for Beau. 🥰 Moderately sized, but still spacious and open, with a nice big living room and a couple of guest rooms, plus Emily's room, of course. If you and Beau get surprised with more kids in the future, you guys are prepared to fill those rooms with more joy and chaos.

And if Friday movie night is going to continue, he needs a nice big TV in the living room (or an old school projector).

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Oh, this guy. 😅

We all know he wants the biggest, gaudiest house he can afford. If just because that's what he's used to. He's been surrounded by opulence and the comforts wealth can provide since he was born, and that didn't stop when he got to Vought.

However, provided he went through some character growth through a meaningful relationship with you, he could be hooked into a nice brownstone apartment in NYC. But he would probably insist on having a vacation house somewhere -- like a colonial style house or a nice beach house to escape the city when it gets too much.

(He'd insist on "christening" every room.)

Russell Shaw

Hmm, this guy I could see not being fussed about the size of the place or the location, as long as it's comfortable and homey with you. Because the thing is, he hasn't really had a home since he left his family when he was a teenager.

He's spent decades in the service, and years more on the road, bouncing from motel to motel between contract jobs. He would probably say what the other guys inherently feel -- that you're his home. You're his peace.

AN: What do you think @luci-in-trenchcoats? Did you imagine any of these guys differently? 😘💜

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[gumisleftbuttcheek]

Megumi X femreader soft sex pretty pls? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (Like pls make it loooooong)

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐓𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐲

𝙈𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙁𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Note + Warnings :

A VEERRRYYYY long fic

Confessions.

smut

Not proofread..

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐓𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐲 - 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲

The golden rays of the current evening shone through the pristine windows of the cafeteria of Jujutsu High while it also outlined your pleasing features while you play with the small slice of matcha cake sitting on the plate in between you and your best friend, Megumi.

"Don't play with your food." He grumbled as he didn't even spare a glance at you, his body faced towards the large open windows overlooking the sparring oval, surrounded by tiered benches where other jujutsu sorcerers would be sparring or be sitting by the benches to chat.

"How do you even know what im doing? You're not even looking at me." You reply back which makes him scowl and turn his head to you. His brows were furrowed while he also had a pout on his thin lips which made you burst out into laughter which blended into the buzzing chatter of the cafeteria.

"Will you stop that!" He scolded, while hiding his flustered face in his collar. He would never admit it but he absolutely loved seeing you laugh, especially if it was because of him. He loved the way your eyes would glisten under the golden lighting, making your whole face beam while you big smile would literally lightup the whole room. Your laughter died down as you continued to eat your cake, his eyes glued on you.

"Can you hurry up and finish your food.. i wanna go back to my dorm." He complained.

"You can just go back if you want. Ill come later."

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm not letting you go to my dorm alone."

And with that, you decided to say no more and continued to eat your cake.

Soon, you both were in his dorm. You had taken a shower there now and you were currently laid on his couch, in his hoodie and your shorts while you scrolled on your phone as he was sat on the floor, playing on his PS5.

"Gumi theres a party at Yuujis place this sunday." You tell him, while shuffling around on his couch.

"I'm not going" He says sternly which makes you instantly roll your eyes.

"Why? Can you just pleaase come for this one? Everyones invited and I really want to go." You begged but it was no used.

"No." "Please?" "No." "Pleaseeee"

"Fine. I'll think about it" He says, letting out a dramatic and very annoyed sigh while his slender hands toyed with the controller, his face stuck to his tv while you were clearly distracted by his side profile. "What?" He grumbled.

"How did you know i was looking at you?" You question.

"I can see it from the corner of my eye, idiot" He'd say and huff which makes you from and kick him in the head with your bare foot.

"Don't call me that!" You whine as he dodged your attack. He just sighed and continue to play his game while you stayed content and scrolled on your phone.

At night, you were snuggled next to Megumi in his comfy and soft bed. Both of you would usually have a sleepover at his place every friday since it was clear you both enjoyed spending time together. His back was leaned against the headboard, reading a book about history while you were snuggled by his side, scrolling on your phone. Eventually, you fell asleep. He saw that and put his book on his bedside table as he took your phone out of your hands, turning it off and setting it ontop of his book whilst he pulled the blankets up higher, making sure you were warm. He then turned off the lights off and laid down with you, falling into a very deep sleep.

In the morning, you woke-up to Megumi in the kitchen cooking breakfast for the both of you. You took some time to adjust but when you were fully aware of your surroundings, you reached out to grab your phone from his bedside table just for a a hand of slender arms taking your phone away.

"Hey!" You whine, looking up at him.

"It's not good for your brain if you go on it first thing in the morning." He says, letting out a sigh. "Anyways I made us breakfast."

"Okay!" You said excitedly, sitting down at the small table. You looked down to see two slices of toast with a sunny side up, very thinly sliced bacon and some melted cheese on it while there was another small bowl of blueberries, sliced kiwi and sliced banana. "This all looks so good" You tell him as you sipped on the glass of water and started eating hungrily while he took frequent bites from his food. "So what should we do today?" You ask, averting your gaze to look at his emerald irises.

"You suggested the restaurant 15 minutes away from the dorms.." He mumbled.

"WHAT! You still remember that?" You exclaim, in complete shock which made him roll his eyes and nod. You then smile. "Oookaay! I wanna go." You tell him, cheekily stealing a slice of kiwi from him which he turned a blind eye on.

In the evening, you were both walking to the cafe in peaceful silence. The sound of the trees, distant chatter and wildife filled the silence.

"Y/N." He said, trying to start a serious conversation but it seemed like you weren't paying attention at all.

"Gumi look at this!" You call out to him, holding a butterfly. He quickly swatted a hand over it to make it fly away which made you pout.

"What?" He asked, annoyed.

"Why would you do that?"

"They're dirty.." He mumbled, or maybe he just wanted to talk to you about..

"Hurry up! The cafe is right there." You say, grabbing his large hand with your smaller one and pulling him towards the restaurant. It was just a large restaurant which was lively and had lots of different Japanese dishes. He let out a deep sigh, sitting down infront of you in the enclosed area of the restaurant.

After you had both finished your meal, you both headed back towards your dorms.

"Y/N" He says sternly which makes you look up at him. Finally. "I need to talk to you. About something" He continues to walk next to you.

"About?" You asked in a curious tone. He took in a deep breath and stopped in his tracks.

"Do you ever see us being.. more than friends?" He asked quietly. You stood beneath him and pondered the question.

"Maybe. Why?" You've honestly never thought about such questions.

"I.. just can't imagine my future as you staying as my friend." He said in a calm tone while looking down at you, towering over you.

"What?"

"I'm saying I like you, gosh!" He said, clearly annoyed. Your whole body froze. You knew you liked him too but never in your whole life had you thought you'd share feelings for eachother. There was a looong pause of silence until he spoke-up. "Y/N?" He took a step closer, whilst you wrapped your arms around him as he gently hugged you back.

"I.. like you too" You mumbled into his chest which makes him let out the smallest tiniest smile ever which you didn't endup catching a glimpse of.

"Yeah?"

You nod. He looked down as you, you looked up at him. You let out a giggle.

You decided to stay over the night, to talk about both your feelings for eachother and both your boundaries when it comes to a relationship. Eventually, you fell asleep snuggling him like usual but tonight was different. Tonight you were able to sleep because he was gently stroking your hair which instantly led you to fall into a heavy sleep.

In the morning, you felt a large thumb gently rubbing your cheek. You opened your eyes to stare up at Megumi as he looked down at you, sharing a silent moment together while he continued to gently rub your cheek.

"Party today" You remind him which makes him groan. You giggle and roll around to reach for your phone just for him to grab you by the waist gently and put you down. "Hey!" You say.

"You already know the rules. No phones right when you wakeup." He says with his deep raspy voice.

"You sound like my mum." You tell him, he gives you an eye roll.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, receiving a nod from you. He quickly gets up to make breakfast for the both of you. You follow him into the kitchen to spectate and eventually, you both were munching away. He had his eyes locked on you while you talked about whatever.

At night, Megumi let you shower at his place again so you both could get ready for the party together. When you had finished and blow dried your hair completely, you realised something was missing. Your dress for the party! You quickly wrapped yourself in your towel as you walked out to look for your dress.

"Gumi have you seem my dress? The one for the party." You looked up at him.

"This one?" He held up your black dress. You nodded to try and grab it but he held it out of your reach which made you frown. "Who said i let you wear this?" He asked annoyedly.

"What? I can wear what I want." You said. He huffed and put your dress aside.

"Come here." He gestured you to come closer. You walked up to him and he wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm not letting other people see you.. like that." He mumbles while taking off the towel you were wrapped in which made you flustered. He gently picks you up and places you on his soft and clean bed. "Are you okay with this?" He asks gently, looking down at you.

"Yeah but.. what about the party?" You asked.

"We're not going." He'd say as he took off his hoodie, revealing his toned abs and large biceps.

He leaned down and tucked your hair behind your ears as he kissed your forehead.

"You're so beautiful" He whispers while a large hand run up your thigh then rested on your waist, gently rubbing it while he looked down at your smooth body. He looked at your face to see you at peace. You weren't showing any signs of being uncomfortable so he decided to take a step further. His hand moved higher up, a part of his thumb gently brushing against the side of your breast, feeling how soft it is. His hands gently cupped your breasts and very slowly massaged them.

"You're so soft baby." He mumbled. You nodded in response as you felt his thumb gently circle around your nipples. He then rub his thumb over your nipple which instantly hardened it. "Sensitive?" He teased which made you blush. His thumbs pressed down on your nipples teasingly as if they were buttons. You felt tingles trail through your body. You then felt his tongue suck on your left breast which made you gasp and instinctively bring your hand to his hair to grip onto it whilst he continued to suck. He eventually started to circle his tongue around your nipple, and teasingly flick it with his tongue until he lifted his head, releasing your breast with a small 'Pop!' sound. He looked down at you, then gently kissed you, exploring your mouth. You suddenly felt a hand go dangerously near your core until it rested on your inner thigh, gently massaging it while he kissed you lovingly. You were so into the kiss you didn't even realise his hand was starting to gently trace along your core until.. his thumb pressed against your clit which made you gasp. You quickly broke the kiss to look down and saw his thumb gently letting go of your clit, just to press down on it.

"Whats wrong?" He asked, tucking your stray hair behind your ears. Your hand clenched onto the blankets when you felt him flick your clit as you let out a soft moan. He smirked, deciding to massage your breast slowly while his other hand gently traced your core.

"You're already so wet." He says, leaning down to look at your core. With two fingers he spread the puffy folds apart, as he inspected it and then let go, closing the shut. He then opened them again, just to let go teasingly.

"Guumiii.." You whined as he chucked deeply.

"Needy?" He asked as he gently slipped a finger in.

"Ah~!" You moan, spreading your legs open. He kept his finger still, not moving it as your hips started bucking, trying to feel something but his other hand gripped onto your hips.

"No. Stay still." He says, while he slowly takes his hands out which makes you whine but he quickly dug them back into your cunt again. The grip on the blankets tighten as you giggle. He eventually started moving his hand, gently slipping his finger in and out slowly. Enough to please you but not enough to bring you to a release. Eventually, he added another finger in, gently moving his fingers in and out. After some time, he took his hands out, licking his fingers clean while looking at you, then at your cunt. He lowered himself as he started sucking on your core, slowly circling his tongue around you clit while your hands gripped his spiky messy hair all while you'd let out soft moans.

"Are you okay?" He'd say softly, while pausing to look up at you. You'd nod so he'd continue his ministrations. After a while, you heard him takeoff his pants.. then boxers until you saw his long veiny cock in an angry red dripping with pre cum.

"Can i put it in..?" He asked quietly. You nodded. He gently aligned the mushroom of his tip against your cunt, then slowly went in. You quickly squeezed your eyes shut, gripping onto the blankets tightly as you could feel tears pricking the back of your eyes.

"Shit, you're tight.. Is this your first time?" He spoke up. You nodded and his gaze softened. He tried to be more gentle, massaging the sides of your thigh until he was half-way in. "Almost there" He reassured, trying his best to slow down. You opened your eyes to find your vision blurry, your cheeks flowing with tears. He saw this and gasped, quickly pulling out.

"Hey.. are you okay..?" He quickly cupped your cheeks. You nodded while he wiped your tears away.

"Y-You can keep going.." You mumble.

"Are you sure?"

You nod. He nodded too, then slipping himself in slowly as his hand held your smaller one, his thumb rubbing your palm. Over time, he was completely inside you. He didn't move, wanting you to get used to it until your hands let go of the blankets and your body wasn't so stiff. He slowly started moving against your tight gummy walls while groaning. He gently went in and out softly while he watched you squirm under him. He moved his finger to gently run his thumb over your clit, gently flicking it, making you moan. Slowly, he picked up his pace, knowing he had hit your g spot since your moans were more frequent and louder.

Eventually, you hit your climax. He watched you come undone beneath him, while he came in you. He let out a whimper, then pulling out, needing to rest for a bit.

He then got up and went to the bathroom, coming back with a small damp towel, gently patting your core and cleaning you up.

"Do you want to take a bath?" He'd ask gently. You shook your head and he nodded. He went to the bathroom to give himself a rinse then came out to see you wrapped in his blankets like a sushi. He chuckled to himself, walking over to you.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, earning a nod from you. He quickly got up to make something for you. He came back with a glass of chocolate milk and a wrap, with lettuce, corn and fried chicken. You unwrapped yourself to eat. Megumi sat beside you, eating a wrap himself.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Alright.. a bit tired." You responded. He nodded.

When the both of you had finished eating, he quickly washed the dishes then snuggled in bed with you, cuddling you.

"Gumi?" You look up at him. He looked down and hummed in response. "Can i get a kiss?" You asked. His face instantly turned red as he avoided eye contact. "What! Just kiss me. It's not that hard" You say, teasingly.

"Easy for you to say.. you're so bold.." He responds which makes you giggle. Eventually, you fell asleep in his arms. He looked down at your face, the moonlight outlining your features. He gently kissed you forehead and whispered.

"Goodnight, idiot"

[captain-huggy-bear]

michael in his gf’s tiny dorm bed?

Trying to fit this man in a normal sized twin bed? Practically impossible, but i'm sure we're all willing to try <3 Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

"Michael...this is ridiculous, you're not going to fit." You're watching him stand next to your stupidly small dorm bed. Twin sized, barely 6ft long in length and stupidly small compared to your boyfriend. 6ft 5, 217lbs and definitely not what your dorm room bed was designed for.

"I'll make it work, baby." He's sizing up the bed like he can find a way to make it bigger, a way to make it work for him when it clearly doesn't. It has you crossing your arms and shaking your head with a sigh because the last thing you want tonight is for Michael to try to shove himself into that bed, to be uncomfortable just because of you.

"Just...we can just go to your place instead, you're not going to be comfortable." Your already moving to grab your shoes, ready to just go to his place in your pjs because quite frankly it's ridiculous to expect Michael to cram himself into a bed that's 5 inches too short.

But, Michael won't have it. He's already clambering into your bed, head as far back onto the pillow as he can get, side pressed into the wall...and his legs...his feet and then some are hanging off the edge of the bed, toes exposed to the elements...to the demons.

"My place is across campus, it's like midnight and you have an exam in the morning. It'll be fine. See," The grin he sends you is light-hearted, unbothered by the possibility of monsters nibbling on his toes in the night.

"Your legs are literally hanging off the edge..."

"Baby, I'm fine, or I will be when you get over here." It's the grin combined with the grabby hands, mixed with your own exhaustion and desire to just curl up with Michael that has you accepting defeat.

Squeezing yourself in next to him, you accidentally elbow him as the two of you try to make it work. Michael turning onto his side to spoon you, tugging you back flush against his front. His toes come up onto the bed, only because his legs bend around yours, trapping you into his embrace.

But you love it. The feeling of safety, security, as he curls around you. As his breaths puff out against your neck and his cologne swirls around you. The way his hands press against your stomach to hold you near and his hair tickles your cheek.

The only reason he's over is because you've been stressed about your exams and this? God, you needed this. Michael always makes your brain quiet when he holds you, it's like he's pressed a mute button and all those worries, all those concerns just fade away until all that's left is Michael, just Michael and this moment.

"You comfy, baby?" He's softened his voice until it's sweet and low, the sort that's designed not to disturb the peace and quiet that surrounds the two of you.

"Mm, very, you?"

"Yeah, got all I need right here in my arms." Michael squeezes you tight against him, a kiss pressed to your shoulder.

"Sap."

"For you? Yeah."

[12amintoronto]

𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 ... pedri gonzález x reader 🌧️🤍

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wc: 0.8k

synopsis: it is a rainy sunday morning and pedri is in a cuddling mood, just wanting to enjoy the slow morning with you

contents: absolute fluff, sfw, female reader, established boyfriend/girlfriend, physical touch & quality time, spanish pet names and phrases

notes: request fulfilled for @paucubarsisimp 🩵🩵 i hope u like it bae!!

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mornings of this sort have always been your favourite. pedri's too, because even if he couldn't exactly tell you that right now because he was fast asleep in your arms, the serenity that graced his face did all the talking.

it was 8am, still dark outside for the clouds were of full coverage, near opaque, not letting a ton of light in - but you liked it, rainy mornings brought you peace as much as you absolutely love the sunshine. even pedri - that is something you two have a fondness for, along with one for each other of course, which made the moment special in a way that felt immeasurable.

you had woken up just a few minutes ago and took the time to take it the things you love surrounding you.

you listened to the rain outside pattering against the outside of you guys' bedroom window, the occasional rustle of trees.

pedri's presence was most prominent, though, for you could feel his weight as his head was rested just in the crook of your neck, one of his toned arms rested and reached over to your side where he held you.

you looked down at the boy and smiled to yourself thinking about how lucky you are, but you knew very well if you told such a thing to pedri he would counter you - "no, cariño... i'm the lucky one."

instinctively, you brought one of your hands up, making the effort to be as gentle as possible to not wake him... and you tangled your fingers in his soft black hair.

even asleep, he was so receptive to that touch somehow. it was his absolute favourite kind.

pedri's bare chest rose as he was beginning to adjust to the new day - easily, for it wasn't possible for the sunlight to filter through the clouds into your window, with rain coming down the way it was.

"cariño..." he murmured, his tone still sleepy. pedri looked up at you with the tired brown eyes he had that you love looking at beyond measure in the mornings.

"hola~" you greeted him back, already smiling as was he. oh, he was feeling your touch raking through the hair on his head now.

that was all that it took for you to activate this great clinginess in pedri, as he let out a soft "mmm..." while he slow blinked, another affiliative behaviour of his you found absolutely adorable.

he already felt as if this kind of closeness to you wasn't enough, and squeezed your body closer to his, which felt particularly sweet because he was topless, and you were comfy in your silky slip dress. you roamed your hand up and down his bicep that flexed slightly as he held you by the waist with that same arm.

"qué, pedri? already not wanting to let go of me..." you teased your boyfriend.

"never..."

"is that right, now..."

"sí..." he affirmed for good, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck.

"okay, mi amor... stay...

...because i don't want to get up either." you admitted. pedri laughed softly at that, and it only sounded cuter when coming from his clingy half-asleep self.

moments passed, those of which consisted of you just holding your spanish boy in your arms, allowing the both of you to feel at ease, while you shared the sensory pleasure of listening to the raindrops lightly beating against the window. every time you had taken a breath in you picked up the soothing scent of pedri's cologne.

in intervals pedri would nuzzle against your neck more to also take in your sweet and comforting scent, never forgetting to lazily press a good bunch of kisses onto your neck, jaw, and even your collarbones. his lips really lingered amongst all of those places on your body.

with the hand that you had tangled in his hair, you brought it down just slightly, not retreating from touching pedri. you rested that hand on his cheek, which felt so smooth to the touch for he had shaved his stubble just last night.

he murmured quietly as soon as he felt that sort of touch. "mmh, mi niña..."

"what, you like?"

"keep doing it, cariño... stay..." he agreed.

you had a bit of a chuckle and continued to stroke your thumb on his clean shaven cheek like you had been for the moment. gently, you kissed the top of pedri's head and then smoothed a bit of his hair away from his face so you could kiss his forehead. he hummed.

you knew for sure the both of you were not going to, nor willing to get up from this cosy position.

even breakfast could wait, because as long as your pedri had you and you had him, the love you two shared on a slow weekend morning was all you two needed to run on.

[mattyriddlesbitch]

I just read your domestic Theo headcannon and it’s sooooo cute 🥰 like kick your feet and scream into your pillow cute. I was hoping you’d have one for Matthew but I’m gonna keep an eye out for when your requests open and hit up your inbox again. Thank you for sharing your amazing writing with us!! 💕💕

I actually don't have any headcanons for this week, so, I'll this one.

Unlike Theo, he's a horrible cook. He really tries learning. Eventually, he can do easy meals just fine. Like pretty much anything in a box with little prep. I'm sorry, he's just not good at it.

BUT, he definitely will sit in the kitchen while you cook and will try helping. Like help cut up vegetables or stir or something easy.

Surprisingly, I think he would be really good at little home projects. Like maybe he'll build you a little spice rack, or he'll patch any holes in the walls, small things like that. But like plumbing, electrical, HVAC stuff, he can't do it, he's calling someone.

Like I said in Theo's one, he's one of the ones who will let you decorate the house. He wants to be surrounded by you when he's home. You're his comfort and seeing those little decorative pillows on the couch, or the ugly lamp you picked out makes him so happy since it's you.

Only thing he wants is big family photos on the walls. He wants them every year. Especially if/when you have kids. He'll literally have a whole wall with your family pics, your wedding pics, baby pics of your kids, ultrasounds. He likes it because even when you aren't home, he can see you and the kids when he is.

Has a home gym so he can workout with you, or let you mess around with him. Like sitting on his back while he does pushups, or having you hold his legs while he does sit ups and gives you a kiss each sit he comes up.

Very much loves dates with you. He really couldn't care less if it's just at home in comfy clothes, or dressing up and going somewhere fancy. He just wants to be with you.

Loves play fighting with you. Like full on throwing or tackling you on the bed or couch or even the floor and watching you struggle to get free from his grasp and tickles. This does move over to the kids if/when you have them, though obviously much gentler.

Literally can't sleep without you. He has to be touching you. Doesn't matter how. Doesn't matter if it's just him holding onto your arm or having you warm your cold feet on him. He likes the reassurance that you're there and will make sure you two always sleep together, even if you're fighting.

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[jweekgoji]

Hi can I request for yandere Sentinel Prime x maid femme s/o please

Yandere!Sentinel/Femme!Maid!Reader [TFO/hcs]

tw: yandere themes, jealousy, possessive behavior, power imbalance, master/servant relationships, mentions of objectification of reader (from Sentinel's side), controlling behavior. word count: ~1300 additional tags: cogless!reader (but I didn't state reader's height just so it will fit for everyone ig), cybertronian!reader, femme!reader, maid!reader. a/n: It's funny, but in the ± official Transformers comics, at least Nightbird, Starscream and Windblade had some sort of maid job.

I can imagine Sentinel already having a bunch of maids, running up the tower while he's too 'busy' being a Prime.

Knowing Sentinel, and his obsession with appearing like a real Prime, it's not surprising that as soon as he gets his high title, he surrounds himself with a bunch of servants who humbly work for him.

If he wants to live like a real king, then he definitely needs assistants to provide him with constant comfort.

In fact, it amuses me to think that the original thirteen Primes didn't worry about such things. Sure, they were busy on Cybertron, constantly creating new things for a young, future race, but having maids? Yeah, well, no, thanks.

After Prime takes his position, like I said, he immediately surrounds himself with trusted confidants. Airachnid is also a very good help at this point. She may not be quite the 'social' bot that she seems at first glance, but her perceptiveness can easily crack any potential rascal.

Such a concept as 'maids' hardly existed on Cybertron, so the term came right after the Sentinel → Prime.

↑ Most likely, like miners, no one thought about their need until the newly elected Prime decided to introduce a new class.

↑ Given that, there's a good chance that bots that play the role of maids aren't as high just like miners, so it's a likely that maid bots won't have t-cogs either. Poor things.

I'm not sure if it got that much popularity among the rest of Cybertron's elite, but at first the rest of the Iaconians were surprised.

↑ Like, we definitely need a new class of bots that will be used every day as servants and will suffer from the elites? Really?? But yeah...! Knowing how much they idolize Sentinel, I wouldn't even question such a decision.

Sentinel is pretty careful about who he accepts into his inner circle, so naive, incompetent, but utterly respectful bots are exactly what he needs.

This bastard can watch for hours, sitting in a comfy chair in his office, Airachnid standing silently beside him as he flips through each profile.

'Too bright, too dull, I don't like this type of frame-' even without looking twice, it can go on like this for hours until he accidentally bumps into you. Everything about you seemed to fit his every whim. You were the perfect size, the perfect paint job, and without a single flaw, what else could a bot of his stature want?

↑ Yandere! Sentinel definitely got a sense of “love at first sight” in this scenario, but I'm not quite sure what he feels for you can be called love at all.

He's not going to immediately order your services the minute you do, but you can't say he doesn't want to either. Sentinel is very concerned about how he looks in front of others.

“Should I contact her?” Airachnid decides to speak, leaning a little closer to take in the sight of the bot on the panel.

Too focused on his thoughts, the Prime flinches, but quickly hides it as he tries to compose himself and sit up straight in his seat.

“No-no need to, for now,” he clears his throat. ”I need some time to think.”

And then he can't help but come back every time to look at you. It's no secret he's interested. Each new profile is now more boring to him than the last, and at some point he doesn't have the patience not to call out Airachnid.

↑ But...! It would be too suspicious if he only called you. No, he can't let the others think he has favorites, so grudgingly, he might as well call out a few other assistants, even though he hardly paid attention to who they might be. All his attention was only on you.

From the moment you arrive, it seems that everyone's favorite Prime just can't live a day without you. Every day, you'll be at his beck and call.

He needs to clean up his own office in a hurry? You go straight to him. In the middle of the night, you're called to bring a few cubes of energon directly to his chambers? You forget about your rest for the whole night. And sometimes it gets absurd.

At some point, he even forgets that he also has other maids that run errands for him; at some point, you're promoted to be his personal maid.

Since then, you can say bye-bye to your privacy since Sentinel gets even more greedy about it. Having you helping him and cleaning around is not enough at one point. Of course, like any other hardworking person, you need to rest; he doesn't want you to end up passing out because of low energon in the middle of nowhere. That is why you should always be kept next to him.

During the important meetings, when many members of Iaconian elite group came to the tower, discussing boring, important stuff, you're here to make sure that everyone is satisfied and happy. He wants to keep his high rate of approval after all!

Seeing how other bots look you up makes him practically grind his teeth. Part of him hates it deep to the core of his spark; the other is arrogant about it, knowing how none of them can actually have you. You're his personal favorite, so there is no way someone would dare to take Prime's maid.

↑ but if someone dares to make a gross, disgusting comment about you, he'd make sure that they learn the lesson. He wouldn't kill them, since he doesn't want to stain his servos in energon, or lose an important member, so he just scares them off in ‘seize them, cut their throat! oh, wait— I changed my mind!’ way.

The more you stay close with Sentinel, the more comfortable he gets. At first, it's all started with keeping your presence nearby. Nothing too suspicious or weird; you may think he's just testing your skills, and that alone makes you put more effort into your work,  even though the reason for his staring is a little different than you might think.

↑ He's not a hardcore yandere even though when he ‘‘falls in love’, it hits him hard. There will be this overly sweet period with him, where he shows that he does actually care about you. Like when you can't reach for something, he will help to get it for you, or if you're too tired, he lets you rest with him together in the privacy of his office. Overall, when he wants to show himself from the good side, Sentinel is such a perfect mech.

↑ He's always polite, and when he's with other bots who are lower in rank than him, he acts all humble; it's hard not to feel at ease around him.

But as much as a bastard Sentinel is in canon, yandere Sentinel still doesn't treat his darling as equal. Like I mentioned in previous headcanons for Sentinel, he sees only himself as ‘a king’, and sharing that title with someone else will only take the part of power he wants to have.

He's still selfish and arrogant, since he believes that his maid lover was created only for him, and him only. There is a part of him that actually sees you as an object that he wants to possess, and it's not really romantic.

↑ Sentinel loves to control everyone and everything, and his pretty darling is not an exception. If he sees you slacking off when you're supposed to work, he's not shy to scold or even punish you. It's nothing too drastic, at least for now, but that will make you remember that you work for a Prime, after all.

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

I'm not sure whether your request box is open or not, but if you do, I want to drop an idea

How about ot8 sleeping habit?

Thankies!

🧠🫶🏻

hehe this was fun... this is all my own personal opinion, not facts or based on anything specific

Bangchan

Sleeps like a Dad- he is ready to wake at any moment, ranging from a faint noise to a kitchen fire. (Most definitely not caused by Felix or Seungmin...)

Usually passes out mid writing session, with his notebook or laptop within arms reach

One of those is most likely being used as a makeshift pillow

Loves to sleep facing outwards on his side, arm tucked under his pillow (or laptop or notebook or other arm because lets be real he probably isn't aslepp in bed)

Likes sleeping outwards because it makes him feel safer, like he could easily spring into action if needed

Rarely moves when he falls asleep from pure exhaustion.

If he falls asleep on normal accord, he moves like a madman

Has a secret stash of hoodies he uses only for sleep

But even then...he likes sleeping naked. Only wears clothes if he's not sleeping at home. (dude literally walks around naked...)

Lee Know

Sleeps like royalty. Perfect posture. Doesn't move.

His cats tend to join him, claiming half the bed, and he does not mind that at all

If his cats don't join him, he'll let out little pspspsp's until at least one comes (and if none of them come he will go to sleep grumpy)

Prefers absolute silence, but if he is tired enough he'll sleep through an earthquake

Tends to sleep talk, but denies vehemently that he does (he knows he does, and he knows its mostly him mumbling about choreography)

Likes to throw his sheets in the dryer to warm them up when he is feeling fancy

Usually takes a while to fall asleep

Wakes up at least once a night

Usually its because he gets a paw up a nostril

Changbin

Likes to be surrounded by plushy comfy stuff

If he is sharing a bed, radiates warmth and tends to be clung to like a teddybear (he is NOT complaining about that)

He snores, but gets embarrassed if someone mentions it

Always has to shower before bed

Lots of thinner blankets (for some reason he gives me the type to love to be warm but hate comforters?)

Overheats easily thus why he loves the thin blankets he can peel back (he just seems like a warm bodied person)

Likes falling asleep to music but will get really upset if he wakes up with it still on

Seems like he's have a nightlight ngl, not because he is scared of the dark, but because he genuinely can't see for shit in the dark

Wakes up to go pee like three times a night because he'll drink a ton of water (and still continues to drink it even though he just went to the bathroom)

Also occasionally loves a midnight snack

Hyunjin

Dramatic sleeper. Dude is sprawled out everywhere yet somehow it looks artistic

Has to put his hair up or else it will be frizzy in the morning

Tosses and turns because he dreams vividly, often about very random things

Needs the room to smell nice- candles or an essential oil diffuser is a must (typically uses a scent that aids in sleep or health, like lavender or mint if his head hurts)

Opposite of Binnie- he gets cold really easily and needs all the extra comforters he can get

Loves doing before bed skincare. Its almost ritualistic for him. (it helps soothe him)

Like how he has a set routine for skincare, he has a set routine for sleep. Goes to bed and wakes up at the same time everyday

Or at least he tries to. He tends to sleep in a lot on the weekends due to staying up late painting throughout the week

Sometimes, he'll paint things he sees in his dreams (usually pretty abstract)

Jisung

Falls asleep wherever and whenever. No questions asked (has been found by numerous staff just snoozing around the jype building)

Occasionally its due to complete burnout, but usually its just because he likes sleeping

He also tends to have really vivid and random fever dreams (once dreamt of Felix being eaten by a Cheerio and wouldn't allow him to eat cereal for a week)

He talks in his sleep. Full on conversations that don't make sense 97% of the time.

When its actually time for him to go to bed, he has a specific set up for his pillow and singular plushie he needs (one pillow on the right side of the bed, then the plushie and then the second pillow on top of his head as he sleeps- don't ask its just what he needs)

Tends to kick off all of his blankets during his slumber, usually waking up with just his plushie on the bed, both pillows and all covers trashed on the floor

But if someone else is in the bed dude is as stiff as a rock

Usually falls asleep to funny videos, since it helps quiet his mind

Unfortunately, that means he laughs a lot in his sleep which is a bit creepy (scares the shit outta people)

Sometimes things are so funny he'll wake up from laughing so hard.

Felix

Sleeps like a literal baby. Quiet and still.

Enjoys soothing sounds like rain or waves to go to sleep.

Rarely snores

Sometimes wakes himself up with soft giggles (usually its because someone cracked a joke in his dream)

People sleeping next to him say he radiates a calming warmth. Like sleeping next to sunshine.

He usually hugs something while he is asleep, a pillow or a plushie (changbin body pillow ?????)

Likes falling asleep to the room being chilly, but needs it to be warm or else he refuses to leave bed

Meaning he needs to get up in the middle of the night to turn off the fan.

He is the type to "accidentally" steal blankets (he does it on purpose 100%)

Seungmin

The most disciplined sleeper; sticks to a consistent bedtime and wake-up routine no matter how busy his schedule is.

Prefers sleeping on his back with perfect posture, almost as if posing for a photoshoot.

Rarely moves in his sleep, waking up in nearly the same position he fell asleep in. (sometimes its a bit creepy)

Needs complete silence and will actively seek out a quieter spot if his surroundings are noisy.

Hates feeling too warm while sleeping; he often cracks a window or adjusts the thermostat.

Keeps his bed tidy with just one pillow and a light blanket. (its gets too stuffy with too much stuff on the bed)

Occasionally hums softly or sings a lullaby under his breath before falling asleep.

Gets annoyed by anyone who wakes him unnecessarily and isn’t shy about showing his irritation. (jisung is usually the one to wake him up with excited screaming- tied with changbin)

Wakes up refreshed and ready for the day, often teasing others about their grogginess.

Jeongin

Sleeps face down with his arms hugging his pillow tightly, often burying his face in it. (dude is literally close to suffocating himself, more often than not chan rolls him over)

Snores loudly but adorably, puffing his cheeks out as he exhales a snore that sounds like a 6.0 magnitude earthquake.

Loves being bundled up in a mountain of blankets, even if he ends up half-buried under them (again with the suffocation, he stresses chan out)

Wakes up with his hair sticking out in every possible direction, but it is heartachingly cute.

Talks in his sleep occasionally, mumbling random things (most of the time one of his Hyung's names comes up followed by an evil giggle, leaving them paranoid about what their precious maknae is plotting)

Kicks off the covers in his sleep but then immediately searches for them when he gets cold.

Prefers sleeping with the lights off but needs his phone nearby to check before bed.

Wakes up easily if startled but can fall right back asleep like nothing happened.

Usually wakes up groggy but his mood instantly changes at the mention of breakfast (which he finishes in about 4 bites max)

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[sofreddie]

Not What You Wanted - Part 1

Summary: Being a fan from Ourverse, Chuck brings Y/N to the Supernatural world, but she's determined not to be a pawn.

Characters: Reader, Chuck, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Warnings: AU, Angst, Fluff

WC: 3,195

A/N: A new series! I love writing the 'fan reader' stories. It's so much fun, and I'm so excited to hear your thoughts. There will be pairings, and the tags will change, but I don't want to give anything away at the start. Enjoy!

Y/N stood in a wooded area with a canvas backpack slung on her right shoulder, her hand wrapping around it tightly, clinging to it for dear life. She couldn’t believe the mess she had landed in. God - or Chuck as he insisted on being called - had snapped his little fingers and poofed her into his presence.

“You just need to be there for the Winchesters,” Chuck shrugged with a smile that attempted to comfort but came across as suspicious. “Easy for a fangirl, right?” 

She growled in irritation, dropped to one knee, and looked at her wooded surroundings again before searching through the bag Chuck had provided her. It contained several survival-type items—matches, a Zippo lighter, a small notepad, and a cheap pen—and a few items of clothing that she recognized as her comfy favorites from her wardrobe back home.

She thought, Back home, realizing it was a different universe away, and she wasn’t sure how she would return. The Winchesters could help, but she had no intention of seeking them out. That’s precisely what Chuck wanted, and she didn’t trust him. She also didn’t want to impose herself on them.

“No, I won’t help you manipulate them,” Y/N seethed at the deity. In the back of her mind, she was screaming at herself to stop antagonizing God of all people. People? But she couldn’t help her anger and protectiveness over her favorite heroes.

“You will,” he insisted, suddenly reaching out a hand and placing it flat against her sternum.

She screamed out in pain, dropping to her knees, but his hand never left her. She thought she was being tortured or possibly killed, but then he removed his hand, and she dropped forward on her hands, trying to catch her breath.

Rising to her feet, she felt strange. She tested herself by stretching her limbs and splaying her fingers. She felt physically and mentally fit in a way she never had. Deciding she would investigate later, she chose a direction, walking to find her way out of these random woods and into some kind of civilization. 

Y/N wasn’t sure what Chuck had planned for her or the Winchesters, but free will, right? She wouldn’t be a pawn for him to use against them or burden them. Honestly, she was more than a little terrified to even see them for real.

Yes, she was a fan, but they didn’t do well with fans.

Or things from other universes.

Or Chuck.

Besides that, this was not some PG-14 TV show anymore; it was reality. And reality had no rating. The truth was that they could just as quickly turn on her as they could help her, and she didn’t want to take the chance. It wasn’t like she thought very highly of herself, so why would they?

After several minutes, she saw a break-off in the distance, a small road ahead. She put a little more pep in her step, eager to try and find a way to earn some money and start getting herself established here.

Maybe Chuck would find her and send her home.

Maybe he’d kill her.

Regardless, she needed to find a way to survive in this world without coming into contact with the Win--

She froze as she broke through the treeline, two pairs of eyes looking over her, catching her breath in her throat. She knew her eyes were wide, their brows furrowing as their gazes swept over her.

It was them.

Sam and Dean Winchester.

They were standing on either side of the Impala, parked in front of the Bunker entrance. Of course, she’d recognized all of it immediately. Of fucking course, she had to have picked the wrong direction to go.

They were immensely bigger and hotter in person. Her breathing and heart rate picked up as her wide eyes roamed them. She felt an intense urge to run to them, confess everything, and simply be in their aura. But she reminded herself why she was avoiding them to begin with. To top it off, she did not want to come across as another Becky.

“You okay, Miss?” Sam spoke, breaking the stare-off.

Sam’s voice was deep but smooth, the rumbling sound of it like thunder rolling through her and vibrating in her chest. He was so very tall and broad, casting an immensely formidable figure. His long, chestnut locks tousled in the breeze, a light stubble adorning his chiseled jaw. She tried to guess when she might be by his hairstyle but was too distracted by his appearance to think clearly. 

“Um-” What the hell was she supposed to say or do?!

“Did something happen?” Sam asked, turning away from the car and approaching her slowly. His hands were raised to show her he meant no harm.

Oh great! I must look like a terrified animal.

She glanced over her shoulder, wondering if she could run back into the woods and if they would just let her be. Instead, she turned around to look at the brothers.

Sam stood with a worried look as he patiently waited for her to respond. Dean, however, looked pensive and ready for a fight as he reached a hand under his shirt to the back of his pants. Her eyes widened with understanding, an idea suddenly occurring to her.

“I was just trying to get to the bus station,” she uttered, shifting her feet and looking at the ground. “My boyfriend-”

She trailed off, allowing the silence to fill with assumption. She never really needed to act, but she felt pretty proud of herself as Dean’s face hardened and his posture stiffened. His eyes swept her head to toe, likely looking for injuries.

“He hurt you?”

Dean was immediately on guard when this random woman emerged from the woods, expecting the worst: maybe a demon or witch? Now, he felt exceptionally protective and a bit aggressive about it. It was a confusing roller coaster on top of everything else churning within.

The deep timbre of Dean's voice only seemed to accentuate the anger radiating from him. She knew Dean had periods of absolute ire, but she didn't know what scenario was the source in this instance. The Bunker existed, so she knew she was within a specific time frame. But she also knew their lives within those walls were chaotic and dangerous.

“I just,” she stuttered, taking a deep breath. She, indeed, was afraid. But it was of the men standing in front of her. She let her fear show and covered it in her lie. “I just need to get away.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded in understanding.

Like his brother, Sam felt wave after wave of strong emotions regarding this mysterious woman. She looked terrified. However, his hunter instincts were on high alert - as always with unfamiliar people - his need to protect was the strongest. He found it quite odd that he practically needed to help her. Like a spark or draw to her that felt almost supernatural.

Reaching into his back pocket, Sam flashed his FBI badge and a reassuring smile. She tried not to smile back, knowing the badge wasn’t real.

“My partner and I are FBI. We can give you a ride to the bus station.”

Well, this is undoubtedly fortuitous: a ride to the bus station. They’ll drop her off, and she’ll be on her way; they’ll never see her again. Okay. She could do this. Just ride in the backseat of Baby with the Winchesters. 

No big deal.

She lowered her gaze to the ground, nodding slightly, “Okay.”

Her voice was so small she wasn't sure they’d heard it. After the two men exchanged whispered words and silent gestures, Sam returned to the passenger side, and Dean opened the back door, gesturing for her to get inside.

She slid into the backseat, giving Dean a small smile, trying not to be completely fucking wrecked over how beautiful he was up close. She muttered a ‘thank you,’ Dean closed the door and climbed behind the steering wheel. She let her nervousness show as she focused out the window, allowing her mind to try and formulate a plan. She didn’t have any money, but maybe there was a shelter in town, or she could hitch a ride to a bigger city with one and go from there.

Caught up in her planning, she didn’t register the whispered and expression-strewn conversation Sam and Dean exchanged on the quiet ride through town. 

“You feel something, too?” Dean whispered to his brother as he glanced in the rearview mirror, wary of eavesdropping.

Sam nodded, swallowing hard and glancing over the seat. Her gaze was glued to the passing scenery through the window, clearly off in her world of thoughts. She hadn’t realized they’d parked the car; her attention broke when Dean opened the back door for her again.

She exited the car and looked over the small local bus station building. Turning back towards the brothers with a genuine smile, she was surprised to see them smiling back at her. 

“Thank you,” she offered before walking toward the building. A hand on her shoulder stopped her, and she turned to see Dean smiling down at her.

“Here,” he offered, handing her a sizable wad of cash. She smirked when he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “It’s all we have on us, but I hope it helps you get wherever you’re going. I’m sorry for what you’re going through.”

Sam reached forward to hand her something but tripped, a bit of his bottled water sloshing over the rim and on her. She jumped in surprise but gave a forgiving smile, wiping the wetness from her arm.

“Sorry about that,” Sam laughed awkwardly, brushing his hands hastily over the wet spots in a vain attempt to wick away the moisture. His borrowed silver ring from Dean brushed over the exposed skin of her hand. They exchanged another look before turning their attention back to her.

“Thanks again,” she pocketed the cash, waving to them both before heading inside.

The brothers hesitated a while, conversing while leaning on the car's roof. From this distance and through the windows, it was almost like watching the show. Her smile faded as she realized it wasn’t just a show anymore but her world now.

Sam and Dean hopped in the car, and she watched the Impala pull away, heading back the way they had come. She let out a long breath, sad to see them go but glad it was over. At least she couldn’t fuck up their lives now.

She went to the public bathroom, holing up in one of the stalls, and just sat on the seat, taking a long breath. She took the money from her pocket and counted what they’d given her, finding over four hundred dollars in her hand. She smiled and wiped a sudden tear that fell from her eye. That’d be more than enough for her to get settled somewhere.

It suddenly occurred to her that they could return looking for her, especially if Chuck caught up with them. She suddenly panicked, wanting to figure out how to hide from the Winchesters, Castiel, and Chuck. Heading out of the bus station, Y/N walked down the street. It didn’t take her long to find what she sought.

-

Dean parked the Impala in front of the Bunker again; he and his brother were silent the whole ride back from the bus station. They both felt like they had to help her and gave her all the cash they had on them. They both felt uncomfortable about just leaving her at the bus station. Now that they were back home, they both felt a heaviness weighing on them.

“Something feels off,” Sam mumbled, Dean grunting in agreement as the two tried to rack their brains for any reason they would feel like this. “Like leaving the stove on or forgetting something important,” Sam continued, Dean grunting his acknowledgment.

Trying to shake it off, they climbed out of the Impala, ready to move on from the unusual day. But the sudden appearance of Castiel in front of the car gave them both the suspicion that their ill feelings weren’t wrong.

“Dean,” Castiel spoke in his gravelly tone. “Sam.”

“Cas,” Dean greeted in turn. “What’s up?”

Castiel looked around their surroundings, focusing on the woods before returning to the brothers, “There was a shockwave of powerful energy that I followed to this area,” the Angel explained. “And a new…presence,” his face pinched with confusion. “Have you noticed anything unusual?”

The brothers looked at each other before glancing back to the woods.

“Nothing,” Sam offered. “There was a woman who came out of the woods,” he said, brow furrowing. “She said she was trying to get to the bus station, so we took her,” he shrugged.

“Did she say anything else? Did you feel or sense anything about her?”

“What’s with all the questions, Cas?” Dean inquired.

“Just…answer the question.”

Sam was taken aback by Cas’ harsh attitude, but after a quiet side-glance to Dean, he responded. “She felt…familiar, somehow. And we felt we had to protect her. That we needed to help her.”

Castiel examined each of the brothers more intently, coming to stand before them and sniffing them, making them flinch away from the awkwardness.

“What the Hell are you doing, Cas?” Dean growled.

“You both have a scent of that power about you,” Cas explained, the brothers' eyes going comically wide. 

“What are you getting on about?” Dean growled again, more than done with Cas’s weirdness but not appreciating the sinking feeling in his gut.

The Angel sighed, glancing around himself once more. “I don’t know,” Cas admitted with a frown. “It must have something to do with the energy surge.” 

Castiel looked to the woods again before walking off into them, the brothers following a few steps behind. Following some invisible trail, he came to a sudden stop. He could feel immense energy crackling in the air, setting his hair to stand on end.

I feel the presence of God, Castiel thought to himself in awe, his hand held out before him, eyes closed as he felt the air. He sniffed and sighed, his eyes falling closed again. It’s the same smell. But why- he pondered -would God bring someone here? She had to have been brought for the Winchesters, considering Cas could tell both brothers had just met their soulmate. It was too coincidental and had to be the same person God had brought. 

"So?" Dean asked, his hands tucked in his jacket pockets as he shrugged, "What did you find?"

Sam stood in almost the same position, the brothers side-by-side. They looked tired and worn, but there was much going on that needed their time and attention, and Castiel needed their help if he was going to defeat Metatron. Deciding he would look into it later, Castiel determined the distraction wasn't another burden the Winchesters needed.

"An energy signal," Cas explained. "But I'm not sure if it's important. I'll look into it later."

"But you said-" Sam began to argue, remembering his comments from earlier.

"We got bigger fish to fry," Dean sided with Cas, grabbing his bag and heading inside the Bunker.

He wasn't ready to handle the possibility of what Castiel had said. He was dealing with enough already and was in no condition to entertain the thought. He focused on finding and killing Metatron, pushing everything else out of his mind. 

Sam and Cas exchanged looks before Sam relented and followed his brother inside the Bunker.

-

As the large metal door of the Bunker clanked closed, several others found their way into the woods, guided by the same energy that had drawn the Angel’s attention. Three men strolled into the clearing where the energy signal had drawn them. Eyes flashing black as coal, they sniffed at the air and searched the ground. Finding nothing outside the energy, one of the men pulled his cell phone from his pocket, dialing and holding the receiver to his ear.

“We searched, but there’s nothing here,” the demon spoke into the phone, his affirming nod unseen by the caller on the other end. “Right, we’ll follow the energy and see what we find.”

“So?” One of the demon companions asked.

“Follow your nose,” the first demon replied, tucking his phone away and following the trail. 

It didn’t take long before they were breaking through the woods, the ever-fading energy guiding them. At the sight of the famed black Chevy Impala parked outside a large, abandoned building, the demons knew they were on to something.

“Winchesters,” he sneered, the other demons shifting uncomfortably. He sniffed the air again, his head turning away from the building and the car.

“We should go before they show up,” the third demon commented, his fear evident. 

“This way,” the first demon stated as he wandered away from the car and building, following the feel and scent of the powerful energy. “Crowley’s more interested in the power surge than the Winchesters. We’ll tell him what we found after we track the source.”

Reluctantly, the other two demons followed their companion, intent on completing their mission and pleasing their King.

-

Y/N winced as she adjusted her clothes against the raw and sore skin. The tattoos hurt but were necessary. She was lucky she paid attention when she watched the show, remembering sigils that would ward her against being found by anyone. Step one in securing her new existence.

Now, on to her next step of the plan.

She knew the Winchesters and their tactics, at least to a degree. She wasn’t sure if they knew who she was or if they would come looking for her, but she didn’t want to take the chance. So she bought a bus ticket. ‘Longest route with the most stops,’ she had asked the lady behind the counter with a warm smile. With many stops, she hoped it would take them quite a while to track each one down. She smirked to herself, remembering the main character in a book she’d read once doing something similar. Her obsession with escaping into fantasy was proving its worth.

After purchasing the ticket, she went around the side of the building where many people were waiting to board their various buses. Amongst the commotion, she slipped through and out the back of the bus lot, making her way down the street. She did not intend to get on the bus but rather create a paper trail for them to follow. She hated wasting money and having so little to work with, but she needed to be safe.

Over the next hour, she walked through town, purchasing a room at a motel, then walking down the street to another and buying a room there, before finally settling on a third on the far end of town. She paid cash at each and registered with a fake name. She knew she’d have to put protections on the room, but for now, she was exhausted and felt safe enough to try and catch some sleep before moving on again.

PART 2

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[chenlezip]

.⊹˖ᯓ★. ݁₊ love at first like | a mark lee smau

004: the soft launch.

꒰ annas note: ꒱ i know this took forever for me to get out but i truly hope you guys enjoy the chapter :( i kept having to rewrite so much of it because I DONT LIKE THE WAY IVE WROTE THIS but it will have to do (i hate disappointing because everyone was super excited and i don’t want to let you guys down T_T).

it was finally (dreadfully) the next day and you almost forgot that you and mark had to go on a fake date until you awoke to your phone buzzing. wondering who it was bothering you, you turn to your side and grab your phone, mark showing up on the screen.

[9:00AM] mark nct: dude are you awake? 🤔

[9:05AM] mark nct: its our fake date today, come on

[9:30AM] mark nct: i'm waiting outside ur dorm, take ur time to get dressed and things. i have something believable planned if ur comfortable? hopefully? just hurry.. please..

you get up out of your comfy bed, ripping the duvet from around your waist with a heavy sigh. "why today?" you groan to yourself as you quickly get dressed into something nice. as soon as you leave your dorm, you see mark dressed in a red jumper, some beige pants and docs.

“you look smart for our ‘date’, don’t you?” you ask with a small laugh as he looked up, his throat drying a little at what you were clad in. wow. you looked great. obviously, he didn’t want to say that out loud so with a small fake cough and an arm moving to his nape, he asked if you were ready to go and you said yes.

as you both start walking, mark seems.. oddly very quiet so you decide to speak up, startling him in the process. “you’re quiet, what’s on your mind?” “huh? oh, just- i don’t know.. i want this to be realistic, you know?” you chuckle and shake your head at his words. why was he panicking trying to make it realistic?

“whatever you’ve picked out, i’m sure it will be good, well i hope anyway because we need to pull it off..”

and.. when you arrive at the destination, you suppose he did a pretty damn good job at it. a beautiful fountain nearby with grass surrounding it. a pink plaid blanket on the grass, wine bottle and two glasses in a picnic basket, delicious snacks placed onto it too. “wow..” you mumble softly as you take in the sight, it was scenic.

you both sat together, getting to know one another more, soft laughs shared between and small whispers as you tried to perfect the photos you were taking of the area and one another.

“ah, can i post this one?” mark asked you and you look up to see a photo of the scenery, your arm just in the corner with your hair, making it definitely look like a soft launch. you smile and nod, “sure. it looks good, you’re good at taking photos. who taught you? i know you learnt from someone.” you joke and he chuckled, shaking his head, “definitely wasn’t the best before but jaemin, i don’t know if you know him, but he’s the best photographer i know and i got some tips from him just for this..”

he got tips from his friend (and fellow member) just to get some photos of you for a fake date? damn, he’s committed alright.

by the end of the day, mark drops you off back at your dorm and blurted out, “for a fake date, that was pretty real, wasn’t it? i hope you enjoyed it.. i- uh, tried my best to make sure you did and that you were comfortable throughout the whole thing.”

“i did mark, and don’t worry. i was comfortable.. hey, let’s try something a little more open next time. if you’re up for it?” you ask and his eyes lit up, “yo, for real? i’ll figure something out and i’ll be in touch. anyway though, i best get going, goodnight yn. be safe.” and that was it, bidding goodbye and then you got comfortable for bed after doing your nightly routine.

you lay under the covers, sighing softly as you scroll through socials, seeing all the talk about you and marks stories today. you let out a soft giggle at some reactions, were people always this dramatic about their favourite idols? you suppose you understood it, you felt that way about your celebrity crush.

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Cootie Catcher

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Notes: I'm going through you know the worst thing ever rn lmao, But getting back into writing has really helped so thank you for the requests! And especially thank you to @bookishbuddie because I can always count on you for a request, lmao.

"On a scale of one to ten...how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

“This is all your fault!” 

You wriggled around in the ropes, and Buck rolled his eyes, not even trying to move with you. 

“You’re just gonna hurt yourself.” 

“You could at least try to help me!” You narrowed your eyes with a huff, and he let his head tilt back against yours 

“I tried to tell you; Eddie was alerted that something was wrong! We just gotta… wait for him to find us.” 

“And what if he doesn’t?!” You snap, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. He listens to you sigh, and he knows you’ve given up, at least for now. 

“I’m sorry…” Buck mumbles; he wishes he could run his hands through his hair. “I’m really sorry.” 

You’re quiet for a second, wriggling a little to get comfy and leaning back against him.

“N-no, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blamed you. It’s both our faults, we really should have been paying attention to our surroundings.” 

“Yeah, but what we were doing was a lot more fun.” He snickers, and you try and flick him with your fingers. 

The night had started hilariously badly. Eddie had taken his shot at matchmaking for Buck, and while the girl was pleasant! There just wasn’t any spark… he didn’t overly want to get to know her, so he was a gentleman and walked her home, thanked her for a lovely evening, and left. 

He was walking away to walk back to the restaurant for his Jeep (He’d walked her home just to see if things might go better) when Eddie called. He’d literally just texted that the date was over, too.

“What’s wrong??” He can practically hear the worry in his tone, and he smiles a little 

“Nothing, she just wasn’t really my type… it was a nice night though, anyway! She was really nice.” 

“I know., I thought maybe someone totally different from who you normally date might be a little refreshing.” 

“And it was,” Buck agrees. He squints a little; there’s a small… something crouched on the ground next to a car. “It just didn’t work out… hey, I gotta go, I think someone needs help. If I don’t call you back in 10 minutes, call for help.” 

“Yeah-yeah, I will.  Call me back,” Eddie chuckles as he hangs up.

Buck looks both ways before he crosses the street, breaking into a light jog. When he gets closer, he realizes there’s a woman crouched down next to her car and a tire next to her. She’s wearing a pink workout set and an oversized cropped pink hoodie that matches. 

“Hey there, my name is Buck. I’m a firefighter with the LAFD. Can I help you out?” 

You look up at him. The flush creeps up your neck, and you clear your throat. 

“Um- no? No, I think I’ve got it. I wouldn’t want you ruining your nice clothes.” 

He looks down at the maroon fitted dress pants he’d worn and the nice white button-down. 

“Eh, I can always buy new clothes. I don’t mind” He crouches down next to you and eases the lug wrench from your hands and you sigh in relief and plop down on your butt. 

“I swear I can do this on my own normally… the mechanic just put them on freaking tight” 

“I believe you.” Buck flashes you a smile, and you blush again; his teeth are just so… perfect. 

It’s the little things, okay? 

“You know you did a pretty good job already, got all your tools set up.” He loosens them enough to lift the car, and you take the jack and set it under the car and start pumping for him. He gestures for you to stop and starts fully removing the lug nuts. 

He rolls his sleeves up, and you bite your lip, staring at the veins in his arms as he works on removing them. he hands them to you one by one, and you put them in a straight little line on the road for him. 

“So uh… w-what’s got you all dressed up?” 

You awkwardly try and make conversation with this gorgeous man, and he eagerly accepts it.

“Oh! My friend set me up on a blind date. It didn’t really go well. There was nothing wrong with her! She was cool… but you know it just didn’t spark.” 

He rests his elbow on his knee and props his chin up with his hand 

“You know, Eddie means well. That’s my best friend. He means well… but I’m like 90% sure that girl was more his speed.” 

“You think he’ll hit her up?” Your legs are out in front of you now, and you’re propped back on your hands 

“Nah, he’s not like that. Even if he doesn’t admit he likes to hit it nearly as much as I do, he’s not a one-night stand kinda guy.” 

“Are you?” 

It was totally and completely an innocent question, like really it was. But he kinda smirks, and you let your head fall back to hide the way you cringe out of existence. 

“Uh-“ He chuckles a little “Not anymore. I’m- I’m really trying to be serious about things now, wanna do better for me and my friends and family, you know?” 

“Would you ever consider it again?” You lay out flat on the ground and slap your hands over your face. “I swear I’m not being a perv, okay!! I’m asking real questions!”  

He laughs and starts reaching for the lug nuts, and you sit back up with a huff and get closer to him to hand them to him.

“I don’t know… a pretty girl starts asking me questions like this, and I gotta think she’s after something.” His lips purse, fighting a little smirk, and you push at his arm.

“I’m not after anything! You don’t even know my name.” 

“Isn’t that like one of the rules…” He wonders, tilting his head like he’s thinking about it, and you throw a tiny pebble at him 

“I hope your pants split!” 

You and Buck go back and forth, teasing and admittedly on his part definitely flirting. He finally learns your name and tells you how pretty it is, how pretty you are… 

Anddd that’s how he ends up in your back seat. With your legs locked around his shoulders and his face buried deeply between them. He’s telling you over and over again that you’re definitely not a one-night stand.

A three-night stand, at least. 

And you’re pulling his hair, his name spilling from your lips over and over like a mantra, little whimpers and promises of love slip out, and he’s not sure if it’s from the lack of oxygen or what, but he’s definitely, totally, absolutely, in love. 

And that’s the last thing he remembers. 

It was the last thing either of you really remembered because the next thing you knew, you woke up tied to him in the middle of an empty room. 

“Plans have changed.” 

The man who’d somehow kidnapped you both comes in with what you assume are his henchmen. Which is like- wild that someone even has henchmen who even has them?? They’ve got rather interesting-looking guns on you, and you’re not about to question this man’s line of work. 

“Your mother isn’t cooperating. It’s time to up the ante. Untie them and follow me.” 

They do as he says, untying you from each other and dragging the ropes to lead you behind them. You feel the gun poke into your back, and you gulp, hurrying along and trying your best to keep up with their fast walking. 

“You know, honey… I could always carry you” The man behind you chuckles and gropes your ass and you yelp and nearly knock into Buck. 

“Get your hands off me, jerk!” You growl out and he scoffs, grabbing your ass again

“Honey, you better learn to shut that pretty mouth before I put it to better use.” 

“Oh, that is it! You disgusting-“ You go to whirl around but are met with Buck’s back. 

Bro, how did he move that fast?

He’s standing between you and the gun now

“Touch her again, and you die.” 

Gone is the sweet cinnamon roll that was begging you to cum on his lips, No, now he’s angry. He towers over this bitch and gun or not, no one is putting their hands on you. He’s not sure how he’ll protect you, but he’s going to die trying if that’s what it takes. 

“How noble.”The man who’d kidnapped you rolls his eyes and looks at his gun before shooting the man standing in front of Buck.

You scream and hide behind his back, and Buck barely flinches. He turns to look over at him, narrowing his eyes. 

“I don’t do perverts. That’s not what I’m here for. C’mere, honey.” he holds his arm out to you, and you hesitantly walk over. 

“Anyone else want a piece of this?” He gestures to you with the gun. “No? Good. I catch any of you even looking at her like you want to attack her, and that's your fate.” 

He takes charge of your ropes now and pulls you along into a large circular room. You’re instructed to stand on a box that makes you as tall as Buck, you’re tied together chest to chest, and they make sure not to touch you in any way you might not like. Your legs are tied together awkwardly, and both of your feet are tied separately… you’re not even close to his height, so they don’t even try to bind them to his. 

A large hook is brought over, and you’re attached to it securely. It starts to rise slowly, and you look around.

“What the heck are you doing?” Buck's voice is almost comically confused, and you might’ve giggled if you weren’t there with him. Suddenly, the floor starts to open, revealing a shimmering pool of water. Your mouth drops, and Buck gasps. 

“Oh no…” He says quietly, and you’re on the exact same page

“That is really cool.”

“This has got to be the coolest way to die.”

“Drowning is my number one fear, but wow, this is straight up out of a movie.” 

“Me too!” Buck wriggles in the rope.s “Oh my god are you also afraid of-“ 

“Clowns!”

“Hamsters!” 

You stare at him, blinking slowly at the excited smile on his face. You snort and look away because god he looks so stupid and it’s so cute and you’re crushing so hard and-

“I’m sorry, did you just say 'Hamsters” Dude, what did they ever do to you?” One of the guys standing next to you, the one keeping you from swinging wildly, looks at Buck like he’s insane 

“My sister had this hamster once when we were kids. And it hated me. I didn’t do shit to that guy!! I even gave him treats! And you know what he did after those treats? He bit me. Every. Single. Damn. Time.” 

You can clearly see the Hamster beef written across his face, and you let your head fall against his shoulder, giggling uncontrollably. 

“Are we done here?” Your kidnapper tilts his head, and you blush a little and look away

“Yeah, we’re good.”

“You did not just get turned on!” Buck hisses in your ear, and you wriggle against him 

“I have a thing for masks! Shut up!” You hiss back, and he bumps his forehead against yours lightly 

“I’ll remember that if we get out of this alive.” 

The kidnapper snaps a few pictures and then leaves you two to hang there. You rest your head against Buck's shoulder and sigh, trying to sort of get comfortable.

He lets his head fall back and blushes when you wiggle against him 

“I’m gonna be real… this is gonna get really awkward really fast, and I’d like to apologize.” 

You giggle and look up at him; you try to shrug your shoulders, and it’s more of a weird cringe. 

“I mean, you were eating me out like however many hours ago… I really don’t think your dick poking me is going to be weird” 

“I don’t know, maybe it’ll make you uncomfortable or something,” Buck mumbles sheepishly, and you wish you could squeeze your thighs together. 

“Uhhh, nope, I think I’m good.”

“Are they flirting?” Josh looks over at Steven as they watch you two from the cameras in the control room; they were strictly told to keep their eyes on you. Steven puts his feet up on the control panel and stuffs some popcorn in his mouth.

“I don’t know. But I hope they end up together.” 

You’re not sure how long it’s been, but your body is starting to fall asleep, and it feels weird as hell.

“You really think Eddie will find us?” 

You and Buck had been periodically talking, getting to know each other somewhat; it’s not like there was anything else to do. 

He actually told you about Eddie, like all about Eddie. Down to the size of his favorite pair of underwear, the one with the little pizzas on it. He mentioned 24-hour shifts being a bitch but you got all the tea. 

Hen was currently mad at Karen, and it had been a few days since they’d… let off some steam. Apparently, it was really starting to get to her. 

You were eager to listen to all the jobs he’d had too, and about the one time he got drunk in Budapest and couldn’t remember a single damn thing but he went home with a random number signed “BW” 

“Yeah, I know he will. Besides, they’re trying to get ransom from Athena so. He knows I’m gone at the least.” 

“Do you think she’ll pay it?” You say quietly, because you don’t exactly know these people and they’re only in it for Buck, why would they also want to pay for you? 

“Oh, absolutely not.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “She won’t need to, not her anyway. She’s the most badass woman I’ve ever met in my entire life. I’m proud to force her to be my mom. She’ll take care of you too, don’t worry… that’s just the kind of person she is. Besides! She’s a cop! It’s her job.” 

His reassurances were nice, honestly, and kinda funny. But you knew in your heart that woman had no problem being his mom, he was worth that kind of love even if he didn’t think he was. 

He was worth a lot of kinds of love. 

“Hey, Y/N?” 

It had been quiet again for a while, you’re like 90% sure you fell asleep there for a minute, or 20.

“Hmm?” You answer, letting your head fall back lazily to look at him. 

“Since you know, we’re gonna “die” and all I hope you know I’m doing the finger quotes”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Okay well, you know, since things are kind of shitty… I’ve just been thinking” 

“About?”

“I didn’t- when we were in the car? I kept thinking about how I was in heaven, you know?” 

Your cheeks flush deeply at the memory, and you wriggle a little against him. “O-okay?”

“And whilst I was, you know, in possibly the best position to ever be in-“

“Just spit it out, Buck.” He was giving you anxiety, but like, good anxiety. Where you just wanted him to get it over with because you knew whatever was coming next was going to be good

"On a scale of one to ten...how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?" 

It takes you a second to register the question. Because when you think about it, yeah, he didn’t actually kiss you. He was kissing your neck and your chest, and his hands were tugging at your leggings, and you were pushing him right where you wanted him. 

And he never kissed you.

“I just want to know what it feels like,” He whispers, and you swallow thickly, suddenly nervous for a hell of a lot more reasons than hanging over a pool of water. 

“Probably like a three. So you know, it’s safe”. 

“Maybe I can work that number down.” 

He leans his face down to yours, and he wishes he could hold you to him. Okay, technically you were already against him, so you know, maybe this was fine. He nuzzles his nose against yours, earning a nervous little giggle from you. His lips brush softly against yours, and you tilt your head up just a little to finally connect with him. 

A needy little whimpering noise comes from the back of his throat, and you push your lips against his harder, wishing you could hold onto him. 

His lips move in sync with yours, swallowing the little moans that fall from your lips, and you tilt your head back nipping at his bottom lip, he grins and slips his tongue in your mouth, tangling it worth yours. 

“What I wouldn’t give to hold you.” He groans against your lips, and you melt against him. You can feel his hips shift just a little against yours, and your mind spins with all the ways these ropes happen to be helping in some way. You can feel his hardness pressing into you, and you shift unconsciously against him. 

“Are you guys making out when you’re about to die?!” 

You yelp and pull away from him, well as far as you can, and he looks at you, a little dazed, and a lot excited. 

“Eddie?!” He shouts to the loudspeakers 

“Oh my god.” You laugh incredulously. “Oh my god, he found you.” 

“Us,” Buck corrects you, nuzzling his nose against your face. “He found us. There’s no way we’re not a team now. We just went through almost death together! Plus, you’re really hot, and I’ve had a boner for the last twenty minutes.” 

“You, uh- you know I can hear you, right?” Eddie clicks the button, and his voice echoes around the room. 

“When have I ever been known to have any shame whatsoever,” Buck tells the walls, and you giggle and let your head fall backward. 

“Can you just get us out of here?? Please!” 

“Oh shit yeah- okay! We’ll be down soon.” 

Eddie is sitting on one of the benches while Buck lies across the other, and you’re strapped into the bed. 

“I didn’t realize just hanging around could kill my back,” he groans, and you nod along with him. 

“I didn’t realize you could fit on that seat.” Eddie nods at him, and you snicker when he throws a towel at him. 

It turns out “Jack” was a recently released convict who had a vendetta against Athena, and what other way to get back at her would be better than kidnapping one of her kids? 

It’s almost hilarious that he chose Buck. He’d done it on purpose, too; he knew the things Harry had gone through, and he didn’t want to put any more trauma on the poor kid. May was out of town with her friends, so that left Buck. (who was hurt he was the last choice) 

You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

He really should have had his own ambulance; Eddie and Chimney had to carry him into this one and set him down, but he refused to leave your side, at least until you made him go away. Which for you personally? Seemed like that was never going to happen, and he didn’t really mind that. 

“Welp, all's well that ends well!” Buck sighs, and you turn your head to look at him 

“We just got kidnapped and lost like two days of our lives??” 

“Bro, you’re going to seriously need therapy.” 

“You’re talking.” You huff quietly under your breath, and Eddie’s mouth drops wide open. 

“Dude!?! What did you tell her?!” 

You snort and turn your head to laugh into your pillow, and Buck looks over at Eddie. 

“Hey! Hey! In my defense… There was nothing to do.” 

“You and Marisol are super cute together… but I really think you should open up to her more about your PTSD I think she can handle it”. 

Buck nods along with you, he’d been telling Eddie exactly that for weeks. 

“I should have let your asses drown”