#new shoes. I am planning on getting Nice Shoes for this event. ones that will become practically daily wear after.

[wherethegravelsthin]

planning my eras tour concert date with the importance and punctuality as though I were planning my own wedding

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 3- Lingerie

This is gonna be self-indulgent as hell and I am not sorry but also I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: non-idol!JB x afab!Reader

Warnings: Pet names (Daddy, Princess, Baby), mentions of panty stealing, mentions of masturbation, oral (fem. receiving), PIV intercourse, creampie (fem. receiving), no condom (be safe out there y'all), spanking, hair pulling

=Please let me know if I missed any.=

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~18+ MDNI ~

It was not often that you wanted to buy fancy things. Even less often the fancy stuff you happen to buy turns out to be something sexy to wear for your husband. This time you couldn't help it. One day in your boredom you decided to do some online shopping and found a gorgeous lacey emerald green set that you knew would look amazing against your skin tone. Even better it was on sale! One night's bored purchase is another night's fun. Honestly, you had almost completely forgotten you bought it until it came in the mail today. It was a pleasant surprise, a gift from your past self and you couldn't help but be thrilled. Just then you got another idea. You were going to make an event of it. You had the day off to relax anyway why not make it worthwhile. With that determination in mind, you went to take a shower to get ready for what you had planned. After your shower, you applied some light makeup and fixed your hair into neat french braids that finished off as low pigtails. He liked your hair like that for very obvious reasons. Then you put on the new lingerie set you bought. On top of it, you put on the dress you know he loves seeing you in the most. It's a long red sundress with flowers on it and a slit that goes up the middle rather than down the side. Once you were all dolled up and ready you decided to head to the kitchen to fix up his favorite meal and to set the table like they would in a restaurant.

When you were finally done you sent a quick text to your husband, -I have a surprise for you when you get home! I hope you like it I love you. See you soon!- You knew he should be on his way home by now and the notification would come up on the dash screen of his car. A few minutes later you get his reply, - I can't wait! I am almost home. I love you too!- It was exciting waiting in anticipation for him to come home. Not even five minutes later while you were putting the finishing touches on the meal you heard the front door open and close. You went out to greet him, "Hello my love how was work?"

"Ah, you know same old-," he pauses when he finally looks up from taking off his shoes to switch to his house slippers, "Wow, what's the special occasion that my beautiful wife feels the need to make my knees weak."

"There is no special occasion I just felt like pampering my handsome husband because he's been working extra hard lately," you replied moving closer to give him a kiss. He instantly returned the kiss and placed his hands on your hips. Before the kiss could get any more heated you pulled away, "Dinner is ready in the kitchen. I made your favorite."

"Have I ever told you that I love you," he asks following you into the kitchen/dining room.

"Only every single day Jae," you respond with a giggle at his affection. No matter how long you two have been together Im Jaebum gives you butterflies like it's still the very first date. Upon seeing the spread you had laid out on the table he came up to hug you from behind and whispered in your ear, "So you did all of this just because I have been working extra hard? I feel like you are planning something, Princess."

"What I can't just want to do something nice for you," you ask trying not to give your true intentions away.

"Okay, I will believe you for now. Let's eat then," he says giving you one more kiss on the head before going to sit down. You both enjoy your meal together and he helps you clean up. When everything was cleaned and put away you went up to JB and wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed his hands back on your hips. You lean closer to whisper in his ear again, "There is more to your surprise. Join me in the bedroom will you?"

"See I knew you were up to something," he says with a smile but follows you to the bedroom anyway. You sit him down on the edge of the bed and tell him to close his eyes. Once you are sure he isn't peeking you remove the dress you were wearing and throw it into the hamper in the corner of the room. You let him know that he can open his eyes and when he does you don't fail to notice the way his eyes darken when they look at you. His expression shifts from one of pure admiration to something darker and full of lust. You can hear it in the timber of his voice when he says, "Come here princess let daddy get a closer look at you."

You can't help but do what he asks this was your plan after all and you couldn't be more glad that it worked. As you step closer he places his hands on your thighs. It is gentle at first and then he moves up higher. Wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer so he can see as he moves his hands up to your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. Then he lands a sharp spank on your left cheek and soothes it by rubbing his hand softly over the spot. "Look at you, baby. You look so good for me all wrapped in lace like this. I will try not to ruin it while I am busy fucking you into oblivion," he growls from his position below you. From that same position, he lifts you up with no issues and tosses you gently onto the bed so that you're lying on your back.

He takes his sweet time kissing and nipping at your inner thighs. He makes his way so slowly to the place you need him most. You can feel how wet you are just from this and he hasn't even properly started yet. You know that he is doing this on purpose and are sure this was his own plan ever since he became suspicious of you planning something. He was moving so slowly and so gently and you knew that he could see how much it affected you from the ever-growing wet patch on your new panties. "Da-daddy please don't tease me anymore I c-can't take it. I need you please," you beg gasping when he nips just a little bit harder at your most sensitive parts.

"That's it, baby beg for me. Beg for me to use this pretty little pussy however I want," he replies finally giving you some type of relief by rubbing a thumb up and down your covered folds. He continued that for a little while longer and then gave in at the sound of your desperate moans. He pulled the panties down your legs and once they were fully off he shoved them into the pocket of his slacks. You already struggled to think and he was only getting started. It only got worse when he finally gave your pussy the attention you wanted him to. He licked a long stripe up your glistening folds humming in satisfaction at your taste.

"What do you think princess should I take my time eating you out until you cum again and again on my face or would you just like me to get you ready enough to take my cock," he asks. It was getting hard to form words. The combination of his tongue and his two fingers that joined shortly after his question was blurring your mind with pleasure. He stops all movement to say, "Come on baby use your words. Already so fucked dumb and I have barely even done anything yet. What do you want you can say it."

"I w- I want to-to-to- wanna get ready for daddy's cock," you say barely able to string the sentence together. Jaebum had a way of doing that to you and you loved it. You loved being able to give yourself over to the pleasure he brought you and he loved it too. Hearing your answer JB dove in like a man starved. After so many years he knew your body like nobody else and he knew exactly what to do to bring you over the edge. His mouth licking your sensitive clit and his middle and ring fingers plunging deep into you. Every time you'd touch yourself when he wasn't around you could never get your fingers to go as deep as his. He brought you ecstasy like nothing else. You could feel yourself getting closer.

"Daddy I am so close please can I cum I really wanna cum on your face please please, please," you begged almost crying.

"Cum baby cum all over my face and then again one more time on my cock after," he said temporarily removing his mouth from your clit and then going right back. When he replaces his mouth you feel yourself let go coming all over his face and fingers. It feels so good but you know you aren't done yet. He wastes no time moving away to remove his own clothes and then flipping you over. He pulls your hips up and once he has the right position he slides right in. He gives you enough time to adjust to him and as soon as he's sure you're okay he sets a fast pace. At first, his hands are on your hips giving your ass harsh slaps every so often that make you yelp and moan at the painful pleasure. Then his hands move to your hair each hand taking one of the pigtails and then pulling back making your back arch and he is able to hit a new deeper angle. He can feel you tightening around him and he knows you're close again which is good because so is he. He leans down into your ear, "That's it, baby just a little more, and then let's cum together yeah?"

He keeps up this pace and it is only a matter of time before you're falling off the edge cumming all over his cock and he follows seconds after. Cum spurting out in thick ropes into you. It takes a moment for you both to calm down but when you finally do he goes to the bathroom to get a warm rag to clean you up. "That was amazing and you should online shop more often if this is what it leads to," he jokes.

"Yeah I will get right on that," you respond with a laugh. He helps you clean up, take your make-up off, and let your hair down. You both fall asleep in each other's arms after exchanging a sincere 'I love you' and you couldn't be happier to end your day with him.

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A/N: HOLY COW!!! I am so sorry for being so late on this one but like I said it was really self-indulgent and I definitely got super carried away. Luckily day 3 is done and day 4 will be out later today so as a bonus for this one being late you technically get two in one day! HOORAY!

[hellowblush]

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Curious with your leadership traits? Pick a picture to provide you with the details about you as a leader!

note: this is for fun only ・♡・pls be gentle with the errors.

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꒰ྀི pile one: the shoes Hi Pile one! I am channeling that you could be a pisces, scorpio or a cancer. Pile one, the reading is suggesting to me that you may be a nurturing leader. You actively listen to people, and you take time to understand them. You strongly believe that a great leader must take good care of his or her people. When others make mistakes, I think you are the type of leader that would not embarrass them. You will correct their behavior properly and without hurting their dignity. As a result of this good behavior of yours, you get the adoration of your co-workers. You are truly proving that nurturing individuals can also lead! You take your people under your wings and people let you guide them like a guru! What’s more about you is you also give incredibly solid advice, which is another great quality. Because of this, people come to you. They understand that they are well guided when they are under your care! Moving on with coping with stressful events as a leader, you maintain your composure and your presence of mind. You are aware that issues are common and that worrying would not help you solve them. 

That is all, Pile one. Thank you for reading my messages. If you feel called to get a personal reading from yours truly, please click here.

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꒰ྀི pile three: the tiara Hello Pile three! You chose the crown, nice pick! It took so long for a card to show up for your reading my group three. After I interpreted your cards, that long wait makes sense because you are a leader who truly values long hours of hard work. You are the one who would always check every single detail of a certain output. An example of this is that people come to you so you could proofread their resume or their essay because they know how observant and detail oriented you are. You seem like Glen, the manager in Superstore. He will always check everything seven times. Pile three, you know that in order for you to have a powerful performance or output, you must concentrate your attention on building a strong foundation. I think that is the reason why you put so much attention to small details. Every detail is important, that is what you believe! Additionally, I sense that you are vigilant as a leader. You exercise extreme caution when taking action and when deciding who to put your trust in. That is a good trait, my pile three. Being careless is not in your dictionary, I believe. Despite these very strong traits of yours, I am channeling that people still view you as a humble leader. You are very respectful to everyone you work with. You treat everyone with kindness and respect. Another amazing download about you is that I think you also know how to have fun while leading other people or a project!  People know you really exhibit this “strong with his/her boundaries” leader but you know what? They still want to work with you because you make work fun and they are so clueless how you could pull that off. I think you have a libra placement on your big three because there is this big emphasis on collaboration and balance about your leadership. You value the phrase “No man is an island” You believe that you need assistance to make things work and the result will be more pleasant if someone is helping you. While you are leading, others notice that you exude an energy of a royalty. I think this assumption is based on how you wear your clothes. I have a strong feeling that you wear professional clothes and that could resemble a royal individual. Maybe you like to wear gold jewelry while working as well.  Having faith in the divine is as important as putting hard work in leadership to you. After long hours of work, you rest and surrender everything to the divine. You have this strong connection with your spirituality.  In a situation where you struggle as a leader, you are not afraid to ask the universe for insight or clarity. The universe is also willing to listen to your struggles and desires. Judging your traits pile three, I think you are born to be a leader! 

That is all, Pile three. Thank you for reading my messages. If you feel called to get a personal reading from yours truly, please click here.

[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #15

Work Her Magic

There is some seriously cruel irony in posting the episode where Hazel's mom clearly wants to engage with her, but can't right now because she's busy (and thus Hazel's upset about how her mom is always working) IMMEDIATELY after the double-length episode where Dev was unable to get his dad's attention whatsoever. What the heck, Hazel? Did you learn nothing?

I love Hazel's parents so much. They're adorable. Marcus being a little jealous about how his wife's always talking to her publisher / coordinator when he wants to plan a date night is fantastic.

-> Assistant, that's her role.

omfg, the title card was grown-up Hazel?? I was multi-tasking on these notes and thought that was her mom. She's ADORABLE.

What the fliiiip? I'm not sure I've ever loved a design more... This is so good. Her color scheme is the same. She's still predominantly blue and those pink bits resemble her shirt stripes, and she's still got green shoes. That's impeccable. A+ thoughtful design.

I love her... I have no 'fic ideas for her at this exact moment, but I like her a lot.

Is the silverware at this school made of wood? Wanda has a funny texture on her disguise.

Hazel is gossiping about herself with her mom at lunch. I'm bracing for Hazel to find out info she'd rather not hear, but so far everything is just Angela gushing over her. I love that.

-> She didn't have a bad word to say, only how much she loves her daughter. Pure...

Antony!! And it was indeed a hand-me-down shirt!

I have some questions about these posters.

Terrible brand name.

I enjoy how Wanda has consistently put on shades this season. I was going to make a joke back in the dinosaur episode about how she did that in the OG series too. I think it was only twice, but those scenes are some of my signature memories of her (The Musical & trying to get her son out of Crocker's house during "Fairly Old Parent").

This was Cosmo as Rice President of Pixies Inc. (to me).

omg, ceiling sprinklers. The detail! Very curious to learn more about how these environments were rendered.

Return of the Meerkat-adjacent voice! Daran Norris!

???

Date night is back on!!

"So, you're probably wondering how I got here..."

Crock to the Future

Crocker?? Huh. Can't say I'm surprised.

-> I've always headcanoned Crocker with witch genes due to the Alden Bitterroot connection. I wonder if he's aged or looks the same (In "Secret Wish," he looked the same after aging 50 years and claimed it's because he was altered to look like that even when he was 10, so it prevented further signs of aging).

-> My theory is that he'll resemble Jorgen and have a patch around his mouth. No justification for this beyond "That seems to be the style to symbolize an older character from the OG series." I still want to know if Doug Dimmadome is dead.

-> If this Crocker turns out to be Kevin, I'm gonna lose my very last marble. Doesn't look likely though due to the freckle placement in that title card. But can you IMAGINE...

Marcus only has 9 toes... Wh- Why does he have more than 8? I thought everyone had 8. Did he cut it one in half with the weedwhacker and count it separately?

The Galax Institute is celebrating its 96th annual event. If that's an in-city location, Dimmadelphia is at minimum 96 years old.

-> He's 100% meeting Crocker at this parascience convention. If he meets the Fentons with that ghost machine, that'd be great.

A.J. NAME CONFIRMATION!! ... I don't love it because I headcanoned him as Archimedes Junior and I think that's cooler than Anthony James Jr., but I'll accept it! Curse my slowness in getting my A.J.-centric multi-chapter out.

-> A.J. founded the Galax Institution at age 10 and is Marcus's hero. First of all, I love that, and second of all... good to know. I was pretty sure Dimmadelphia was still close to Dimmsdale, but it's always nice to have confirmation.

Also, I am once again asking people who have strong feelings that Chloe is a Mary Sue to give me their opinions on A.J., who ends world hunger in Season 2, works with the government at age 10, can build a time machine in 10 seconds with paperclips and string, and who apparently founded the Galax Institute as a child. They would be friends, I think.

Don't actually give me your opinions, but I do think about them a lot.

-> I'm sad my Happy Peppy Betty plotline has her moving to Brightburg instead of Dimmadelphia. It's not like I knew this was coming, but... SHE.

Angela (to me): This is my super hot husband. I love him very much and anyone who calls his interest in parascience dumb will get a high heel to the eye.

I can't believe Mark is banned from the institute. A.J., I have some questions.

Oh, there he is! Baby face...

Huh. I don't have anything to say.

I'm unclear as to why Cosmo and Wanda aren't trying to avoid the magical detectors? Why can't they just leave? I feel like this plot would work better if they'd been sleeping inside Hazel's bag.

I like how Mark, his ship, and Dark Laser's ship are in the mural.

Oh, he has aged:

I'd LOVE to see Crocker interact with A.J. I don't think we'll get that lucky, but it would be fun.

-> I've been thinking this since Episode 1, but I'm starting to seriously debate changing all the times I had Crocker say "cryptozoology" in 'fic to "parascience" instead.

I am super puzzled that A.J. went into parascience after all the time he spent with Crocker. He certainly seems to believe it (unless there's a plot twist that he just wants to give people the opportunity to discover things but he doesn't personally believe in it), but like... that's a STORY. Are we gonna talk about that?

-> This dovetails so nicely into my "Norm & A.J." AU and my head is in my hands but there is nothing I can do about it right now. help.

Oh, I didn't clock that he was a janitor here. Either I was typing and missed that or it was said off-screen. Also I enjoy him crawling without using his hands.

/blinks. Wadjet dying in Age of Mythology sound effect, is that you? Usually in shows, I just hear the donkey sound (I think it's the same one Minecraft uses). This is a surprise.

It is the same sound; I looked it up. I don't know what to do with this information.

Is Crocker going to take Hazel's bag, but open it and ignore Cosmo and Wanda on the outside?

-> Wanda, why don't you just leave? I don't understand.

Wanda: Crocker used to terrorize our last godkid. Cosmo: And before that, he WAS our godkid Roy, Viv, and Chloe awkward monkey puppeting somewhere:

I mean, Chloe was also terrorized a little, but...

Okay, so... Cosmo and Wanda have clearly explained the godparenting basics to Hazel. She's aware she'll lose her memories. But... why didn't we get to see that?

The miserable godkids plot and the memory loss haven't been explained well in this series and I'm a little surprised, seeing as that's one of the biggest pieces of worldbuilding in the OG show. Since Hazel seems to have a loving home life, I wasn't sure if either rule was still canon until Poof-Peri showed up.

Wanda: Crocker would have to cover the entire building in a butterfly net to catch us. Which is impossible! Me: /"Viral Videots" flashbacks

Oh, please give me a sequel to one of my favorite jokes in the entire series...

Eh, I'll take it. I'm disappointed Cosmo and Wanda can still float, though. Hey, you guys aren't supposed to do that!

Hazel: I wish Crocker stopped trying to reveal fairies! Wanda: Oh, we can't do that, squirt. As long as the building's covered by a butterfly net, we're powerless!

W... Wanda? What exactly are you saying? You wanna run that by me again?

I like how A.J. came prepared for Crocker to interfere so he brought a back-up award to give to Marcus, haha.

... Hm. I feel slightly unsatisfied, but I'm not sure I could put into words why. I didn't really have expectations and yet I feel confused.

[bonniebird]

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“Are you ok?” A voice made Dick look up. A gentle face with a bright smile looked down at him as a torch shone on the ground next to his bare feet. “You’re sitting on the beach in the dark. It’s about to be high tide. You might get swept away!” You explained and pointed to the water that was getting closer.

“You’re out here in the dark at high tide. Are you ok?” He asked. You scrunched your face up and sat next to him.

“Probably not. I saw some guy maybe planning to let himself get washed away and risked it to see if he was ok. He could have been some crazed maniac.” You said and he chuckled.

“I urm… yes. I am actually a crazed maniac.” He said lightly and laughed, nodding his head.

“Really. I suppose I should be afraid of you then. I doubt those masked heroes that are always in the news would come all the way out here to save me.” You said and laughed a little. He smiled and glanced at his watch which started to beep. His smile fell for a moment as he stood.

“I have to go. It was nice to talk to you.” He said politely. You nodded and stood up yourself, brushing the sand off your clothes.

“Best twenty-second conversation I’ve had all day.” You joked. He smiled and hurried off, glancing back to find that you were walking towards the bright colours of the street that ran along the beach. 

As soon as your feet hit the pavement you stopped to put your shoes on and brush the sand off your feet. You didn’t notice the armoured car swinging around the corner until someone grabbed you round the waist and you were swinging out of the way. They held you tightly against them as you squeezed your eyes shut thinking you were going to be run over. 

“That was a close one.” They said. You looked up, having hunched down to make yourself as small as you could while flying through the air in someone's arms and found one of the masked heroes smiling down at you. He was the leader, the one with a blue and black costume. You couldn’t remember the name the news had given him. Mostly because you were rather startled but he was also quite attractive up close. Your friends would never believe it happened if it weren’t for the news van pulling up.

“I… You…” You spluttered and swallowed trying to find your words.

“You’re not hurt are you?” He asked. You managed to gather enough thought to shake your head. “Ok… you can let go now.” He said gently. Letting go you drop the small distance to the floor.

“You seem familiar.” You said quietly as he started to walk away. He chuckled and turned back to you.

“Do I?” He asked and smiled when you frowned. "Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?" He laughed when you looked more confused and ran off to help someone else.

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Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Rainbow - Chapter 2

Previous Chapter

Figaro: In the end, we still had to run around the whole manor.

The rain Oz had called had subsided. A few wizards were still in the hall, looking tired.

Akira: The rain couldn't put out the fires that had started inside, after all.

Shino: We wore ourselves out putting out fires instead of cleaning.

Mithra: Truly. Being put to work like that is simply the worst.

Snow: And just whose fault was all this, hmm?

Figaro: Now, now. If nothing else, everyone did all work together like you wanted.

Rutile: We sure did. It was pretty fun running around with everyone, too.

Akira: Ahaha… By the end, it sort of felt like a game where whoever found the fires first won.

White: Indeed. It did certainly cultivate harmony between the lot of us.

Snow: Everyone's spirit of cooperation shined bright! Even if it felt like our bones were getting broken by the effort!

Shylock: I believe there's room for debate on whether or not we've deepened our bonds with one another, but I do enjoy sharing a certain amount of fatigue with others. A pleasant kind of exhaustion can be exactly what the heart requires.

Faust: Are you sure? I never feel like I've had a break if I end it tired…

Shylock: I am sure you will sleep soundly tonight. Thinking of it that way, wasn't this a fine way to spend your day off?

Figaro: It's not very often we have a day like this where we don't have a single request to investigate things or put down magic beasts, huh?

Shino: I'd rather be on a mission. Something nice and distinguished and impressive, preferably.

Rutile: Rest is important too, Shino. If you're always keeping yourself on edge, your mind and body won't be able to do what you need them to when it matters most.

Murr: Ooh, like how they say it's always calm before a storm? Maybe right now is the moment before a biiiig incident rears its head!

Murr twirled in the air before peering into my eyes.

Murr: After all, there's no such thing as peaceful free time with wizards. Soon enough, something interesting's gonna come in with a BANG! And besides, I want something interesting to happen! What about you, Master Sage?

Akira: Umm, well… Something interesting would be fun, but if it's a whole incident I wouldn't want that, I guess?

Arthur: I've returned, Master Sage.

At that moment, the big door to the entrance swung open, letting in a clear, refreshing voice. The heels of Arthur's shoes clicked against the floor as he walked in, followed by the evening wind…and Cock Robin.

Akira: Welcome back, Arthur. Good work today.

Arthur: Thank you for the kind words. Huh…did something happen? Everyone else seems more tired than I do.

Akira: Umm, well, you could say that…

Figaro: Moving right on, I see you have Cock Robin with you, Arthur. Do you have something you need to talk to us about?

Cock Robin: Yes, I do. Rather, I have something I'd like to consult you about…

Shino: Nice, we've got a new mission already. That was a brief bit of peace.

Murr: Miss~ion! Miss~ion!

Shino and Murr immediately advanced on Cock Robin, and he hastily put up both of his hands to stop them.

Cock Robin: N-no! It's not about anything dangerous. Actually, an exhibition is going to be opening in one of Central Country's old castles…

Cock Robin presented us with an envelope, complete with wax seal. It seemed to be an invitation of some sort.

Cock Robin: The host is the head of a noble family, and a patron of the arts who has given many gifts to the Granvelle family. He's planning to hold a large-scale event gathering art and artists from around the continent, with a focus on Central Country. It's apparently an extension of his hobbies…

Arthur: It should be very impressive for a privately-sponsored event, and I think it's going to be quite a large exhibition of the arts. And to that end, I was asked to invite everyone here.

Akira: An invitation to an exhibition…? For everyone? You're sure?

Cock Robin: Yes! The Sage's wizards did save Central Country from the Umbra Volans and everything that came along with it, after all. It sounds like he's incredibly grateful to all of you for what you did… He wants to express his gratitude to the Sage's wizards for continuing on afterwards to quell the various incidents that sprang up around the world.

Faust: Sound convenient…for him. If he wanted to express his thanks, he should've just come here himself.

Arthur: Oh, don't say it like that. I'm sure the host is making the invitation as a show of respect.

Faust: I wonder. Humans are creatures beholden to the whims of society. Who knows how they'll feel when tomorrow comes. We wizards stick to our hearts, but it's a different story for those with shorter lives.

Arthur: …You're worrying about it. Thank you, Faust.

Faust: That's not worth thanking me over. I just stated the truth.

Arthur: The family inviting us is one that's had a long relationship with the Granvelle royal family, and one that offers understanding to wizards as well. Even from the invitation alone, I can feel the sincerity of their goodwill. That's how much you accomplished back then. It wouldn't be incorrect to say that you are Central Country's saviors. So please, allow me to thank you again.

And with that, Arthur put a hand to his chest and bowed deeply. His dignified back told a tale of his pure, honest heart, one lacking any trace of falsehood. The rift between wizards and humans may have seemed to have been filled in, but cracks still formed…and just when it seemed like everything would completely collapse, a bridge spanned the gap. And so it would repeat in perpetuity. For as many steps forwards as they took, they'd take as many steps back. They made each other happy and then they hurt each other, over and over, tracing the path that led us to "now". Arthur raised his head, and his eyes, the clear blue of the summer sky, pinned me to the spot. His simple, straightforward gaze held the power needed to take the next step beyond "now", to continue into the light.

Akira: …It's true that the incident with the Umbra Volans was impressive, but it's not the only thing you've done with merit.

I was startled by the words that had suddenly formed on my tongue. I had simply opened my mouth, as if invited to by the prince of Central Country's clear, unclouded eyes.

Akira: During the five countries' peace conference…you were the one who saved me when I was held prisoner in Granvelle Castle under all the thorns. It feels a little lonely when I think about how because everyone in the castle was asleep, they can't remember what all of you did, but… But I remember. I remember how all of you came together as one and bravely faced your foes.

Arthur: Master Sage…

Akira: So if there are other people who recognize what you've done, like the person who gave us this invitation, then I'm very, very happy.

My thoughts formed into words all on their own as I looked between the faces of everyone in front of me. There are people who think fondly of my precious friends who follow their hearts freely and openly, despite their various eccentricities. That reality made my heart feel like it was soaring.

Arthur: …Thank you. I'm very happy that everyone's efforts have been acknowledged as well. And at the same time, I am very proud. I hope that we can continue to communicate what wizards do without anyone misunderstanding us. …That's right. I have something I want to show you, Master Sage, and everyone else as well.

✦✧☾✧✦

Cock Robin: Here, this is it. The sponsor of the art exhibition has presented this as a gift.

What Cock Robin handed me was a single book. It was big enough that I needed both hands to hold it, and its cover wore a delicately lovely illustration.

Akira: Is this…a picture book?

Rutile: Oh! I adore picture books. Is it okay if I open it?

Arthur: Of course! That's what it's meant for.

A bright smile bloomed on Rutile's face as he took the book from Cock Robin.

Rutile: Mitile, Riquet, let's look through it together. Chloe, you come join too!

Chloe: Wahh, are you sure? This cover is so amazing! It's such a lovely design I don't want to look away from it.

Chloe's violet eyes sparkled as he spoke, passion for his craft shining brightly in his voice. Riquet's voice, colored by his curiosity, spoke up next as he traced over the cover.

Riquet: I wonder if I'd be able to read this book, too. I've been learning the spelling of more words recently, so maybe…

Mitile: I'm sure you can. If there are any words you don't know, I'll teach you what they are!

Riquet: Alright. There are some beautifully written letters on the cover…is this the name of the person who illustrated the book?

Rutile: Luca Carroll… What a lovely name.

Akira: Is that a famous author?

Shino: I don't know anything about books or authors. If you wanna know something like that, you should be asking Heath.

Heathcliff: No, I don't think I've heard of them… But considering how this book came into our hands, it should be fairly valuable.

Murr: Wow, I'm getting kinda excited!

Murr had been peeking at the book from the air above Rutile, and he twirled around delightedly.

Murr: Something fun's gonna happen. I guarantee it!

Arthur: Hehe. I shouldn't expect anything less from your intuition, Murr.

Arthur had been watching over our poking at the book, but now he looked up at Murr and gave him a million-dollar smile.

Arthur: This book has yet to go up for sale, but its author, Luca Carroll, seems to be a wizard.

Akira: A wizard…?

Arthur: Yes. The books she writes contain magic within their pages.

Arthur's eyes crinkled in a mischievous little grin. His words made everyone's attention turn to the book in Rutile's hands.

Mitile: Magic in the pages…! If a wizard is the one drawing the pictures, then magic just goes along with that, huh.

Riquet: I wonder what kind of magic it is. Let's hurry and open it!

Murr: Hurry, hurry!

Rutile: Okay!

Like lifting the lid of a treasure chest whose contents were unknown. Like a nameless flower unfurling its petals for the first time… Rutile opened the book. No sooner than he'd cracked it open did the aroma of a forest wreathe its way around us. A gentle breeze caressed my cheek.

Next Chapter

[colormepurplex2]

By The Fire With Care | KSJ KTH

▻ By the Fire With Care ↳  Seokjin x Taehyung ⤜ Cabin Getaway  ⤜ Snowed In Lovers/Established Relationship ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 2,996 ⤜ Summary: Seokjin and Taehyung were only supposed to spend a week at the cabin, but the sudden snowfall had other ideas. Their flight is grounded for at least the night, so what do they do in the meantime? With the crackle of the fire, boozy eggnog, and a few hours to spare, they enjoy one more night of self-indulgence and a little sticky fun.

⚠️ This is pure smut. Kissing, oral, anal, cum eating, praise, wax play

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ 2022  Bangsmas - A “banging” Holiday Writing Event.

A special thank you to @downbad4yoongi​ for betaing and believing in me.

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

Eggnog & Mistletoe

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Seokjin murmurs to himself as he knocks off the snow caked to his boots.

“At least we didn’t spend hours waiting at the airport before they told us our flight was canceled. Another night in this cabin won’t hurt, my parents have already said we can stay here as long as we like,” Taehyung says, kicking his own boots against the banister of the wrap-around porch to dislodge the snow.

Seokjin grunts, clearly still displeased by the turn of events. They were supposed to leave and return home today, after a week of relaxing in seclusion at Taehyung’s parent’s remote cabin in the mountains.

He turns and grabs Taehyung’s suitcase before shouldering open the door to the cabin. “It’s not that I don’t want to stay another night here, it’s just that big board meeting tomorrow that I really don’t want to miss. It’s an important planning meeting for the new merger. I don’t necessarily have to be there, but I would like to.”

Taehyung nods, more than understanding. “Hey, it’ll be okay. We’ll be on the first flight out in the morning and you can leave from the airport and go straight to the office. You’ll be there before those assholes can even think to raise an eyebrow.”

That makes Seokjin smile. “Thank you for being you,” he whispers, setting the suitcases to the side in the living room and grabbing ahold of Taehyung’s arm to tug him in close. “I love you,” he mouths against Taehyung’s lips before firmly planting a lingering kiss there.

“Mm, I love you, too. Let’s take some of these layers off and then crack open that last bottle of eggnog with the hope that no more snow falls between now and 6 am tomorrow morning.” Taehyung unwraps his scarf and shrugs off his jacket, tossing them on top of the wooden hutch by the door. He kicks off his shoes and pads away on his wool sock-clad feet that match the thin red blazer he’s still wearing.

Seokjin takes off his own jacket and knit cap, adding them to the pile of Taehyung’s things. He toes off his boots, loosens his tie, and undoes the buttons on his cardigan, not bothering to take out clothes to change just yet. “Grab the bottle of Remy Martin, too. If you’re going to make me drink eggnog, I’m at least going to enjoy it.”

Pulling out the requested bottle of cognac, Taehyung wrinkles his nose but shrugs and sets it out on the counter. The wind is picking up outside already, bringing in more snow. The weather forecast is bleak, but they’re trying to remain hopeful.

“Want to get a fire started while I make the drinks?” Taehyung asks, nodding to the cold fireplace they had cleaned out just a few hours ago.

There is a small stack of chopped wood on the back porch that Seokjin gathers into his arms, headless of the nice clothes he’s currently wearing, and deposits it into the metal grate by the brick fireplace. He grabs a few smaller pieces and gets them set up in the hearth, tucking a small bundle of tinder under it and lighting it. A few minutes later, there is a nice fire working to slowly heat the open space of the cabin.

Taehyung’s family has had this cabin for a long time, it’s filled with childhood memories and pictures. It’s become somewhat of a holiday tradition since Seokjin and Taehyung got together, seven years ago, for them to spend a week here just the two of them. But, this is the first time they’ve ended up grounded due to the snow.

“There should be enough wood to make it through the night, as long as you don’t mind cuddling up under a few blankets, too.” Seokjin gives Taehyung a coy smile, waggling a teasing eyebrow.

Taehyung laughs. “I think I can live with that compromise.” He grabs the two large mugs he prepared with the eggnog and cognac, bringing them over to the low coffee table in front of the couch.

Seokjin grabs some of the fleece blankets from the basket by the couch and begins to make a cozy palette on the floor between the coffee table and the fireplace. He grabs a small box of matches and lights the vanilla and cinnamon-scented candle in the center of the table. “Remember the first time we were here?” he asks, a soft smile curving his lips with the memory.

“How could I forget?” Taehyung says, wrapping his arms around Seokjin from behind. “You had just met my parents and spent the entire week worried you had made a bad impression. It was cute how pink your cheeks were any time I brought it up or I got a phone call from mom.”

“I was more so meaning what we did on this floor right here, but okay,” Seokjin snarks lightly, leaning back into Taehyung’s embrace.

Taehyung hums, ignoring Seokjin’s sass. “Mm, that’s also a good memory,” he muses, beginning to rock gently from side to side. “You took me in your arms and we danced under the mistletoe you snuck up in the rafters so that you could kiss me over and over while we swayed.”

“It’s still up there,” Seokjin says softly, tilting his head back on Taehyung’s shoulder to look up at the wooden beams spanning overhead and the small green and white bundle of artificial mistletoe from all those years ago.

Taehyung reaches up and cups the older man’s chin, tilting it just so. He brushes his lips along Seokjin’s jaw before slanting them over his pouty mouth. “So it is,” Taehyung whispers against his lips before deepening the kiss, prodding with his tongue until the other man opens for him.

Taehyung tastes like nutmeg with a hint of warmth from the cognac. “You taste delicious, sweetheart,” Seokjin sighs, breaking away from the kiss and turning in Taehyung’s embrace. “You know just how I like it.” He reaches down to the coffee table beside them and grabs up one of the mugs, taking an appreciative sip of the boozy eggnog.

“Should we add cognac-spiked eggnog to our holiday traditions?” Taehyung asks with a smirk. He picks up his own drink and watches Seokjin over the rim of the mug as he brings it to his mouth. Seokjin smiles, a faint line of eggnog lingering on his upper lip that Taehyung promptly swoops in and licks away, his mug suspended in the air and forgotten for the moment. “Maybe eggnog body shots?”

That makes them both laugh. “That sounds like a sticky mess,” Seokjin chuckles softly, but there is a heat in his eyes at the idea.

Taehyung nods. “Mhmm, very sticky but very fun.” He tips up his mug, draining the eggnog in a few swallows, then sets it off on the coffee table. “I know something else we can do that can be very sticky and fun.”

Seokjin slowly sips at his eggnog, tightening his hold on Taehyung’s waist a fraction.  “Enlighten me, sweetheart.”

“Well,” Taehyung begins, “first, you need to finish that off.” He nods to the half-empty mug in Seokjin’s hand. With a smile, he hooks a finger under the bottom of the mug and tips it up to Seokjin’s mouth. “Open up,” his voice turns soft, husky, as he watches the cream-colored liquid slide over Seokjin’s bottom lip and onto his waiting tongue. “Just…like…that. Fuck, that’s hot, it makes me think of that one time I came in yo—ow!”

They both dissolve into breathy laughs, the finger Seokjin jabbed into Taehyung's side sliding down to hook into a belt loop and giving a playful tug. “Don’t talk about mouthfuls of cum when I’m drinking a milky substance.”

“Sorry, daddy,” Taehyung sasses.

Seokjin’s lips press into a firm line. “Watch yourself unless you want to get put across my knee.”

That makes Taehyung wince. “Fine, I’ll behave. The last time I was over your knee I couldn’t sit down for almost a week.”

“Mmm, don’t have such a tender ass and you could take more,” Seokjin teases, moving his hand down to palm Taehyung’s ass. He drains the last of his eggnog and deposits the mug beside Taehyung’s on the coffee table, bringing his hand up to join the other on Taehyung’s ass. Warmth suffuses his cheeks, a welcomed effect from the cognac and the blazing fire.

The way Taehyung presses against Seokjin, the slightest grind of his hips against the front of Seokjin’s slacks, has both men letting out soft moans. “Should I get on my knees and ask for forgiveness?” Taehyung asks, cheeks flushing pink and tongue darting out to swipe over Seokjin’s bottom lip.

“And something else,” Seokjin murmurs and takes a small step back, sliding his hands up from Taehyung’s ass to run through his thick, chocolatey hair. “If you suck my cock as well as you mouth off, I’ll consider you forgiven.”

It’s a delicate line they like to dance on, switching between who’s more dominant in situations like this. Last night Seokjin was the one on his knees, pleading for Taehyung to fuck him until he couldn’t breathe. They’ve been together so long and have explored so many different things that it’s seamless at this point. They know exactly what each other enjoys, how far they can be pushed.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Taehyung murmurs, a sly smile hooking his lips which he begins to trail along Seokjin’s jaw. “As much as I love you in a tie…” He makes quick work of the tie and Seokjin’s cardigan and shirt “Beautiful.” Taehyung takes a moment to admire Seokjin’s exposed chest and stomach. He places wet, open-mouthed kisses down Seokjin’s throat and down to his nipples. Nibbling until they’re both tight and glistening, he moves further down, finally dropping to his knees.

Seokjin tightens his grip in Taehyung’s hair. “You’re so pretty on your knees,” he says on his next breathy exhale.

Taehyung flicks open the button on Seokjin’s slacks and slowly pulls down the zipper. “Not as pretty as you are above me.” He brings his attention to the large bulge behind the taut black fabric of Seokin’s boxer briefs. “Or this,” he whispers, more to himself than anything. With slow and deliberate movements, Taehyung pushes down Seokjin’s slacks and underwear until he’s standing there in nothing but his black dress socks.

There is a moment where only the sounds of their breathing and the crackle of the fire fills the space. “I love you,” Seokjin coos, staring down at Taehyung kneeling before him.

Taehyung peers up at his beautiful boyfriend through his lashes, being deliberate in his actions as he leans forward and wraps a hand around the base of Seokjin’s shaft. Seokjin sucks in a stilted breath, his lips parted as his chest heaves. Slowly sliding his tongue out over his lips, Taehyung flicks a tiny kitten lick over the bead of precum glistening on Seokjin’s cockhead. “I love you, too,” he finally responds, grinning at the way Seokjin moans wantonly from the action.

Taking Seokjin between his lips, Taehyung does his best to take as much of him as he can. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so good at that,” Seokjin pants, using his hands in the younger man’s hair to push him a little further, groaning at the softly garbled choking sound Taehyung makes.

They work to set a perfect rhythm, one that has them both breathing heavily and moaning. Taehyung is so hard in his pants that he fumbles his freehand to get them undone so he can have more room and a bit of relief. Wrapping his hand around his aching cock, Taehyung squeezes himself in tandem with each thrust of the other man’s hips. With one final thrust, Seokjin pulls out from between Taehyung’s lips and slumps down to take his mouth in a heated kiss. “Fuck me,” Taehyung begs between kisses.

“Lay down,” Seokjin asserts, pulling away from Taehyung's mouth. Taehyung whines at the loss but quickly relaxes back, yanking off his blazer, shirt, and shucking his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. “Look at you so ready for me,” Seokjin praises, eyes roving over the straining length of Taehyung’s cock standing proud between his thighs. “Can I mark you, sweetheart?” he asks, flicking his eyes up to Taehyung’s. 

Taehyung worries his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before nodding. “I’d like that.”

Seokjin stands up and moves over to their suitcases, unzipping the side compartment on his bag and pulling out his waterproof toiletries bag. He digs around in it, finally finding what he needs, and moves back to where Taehyung is sprawled out on the blankets before the fire. He stands there, staring down at him for a moment. The way Taehyung is stretched out, knees slightly drawn up and canted to the sides, beautiful cock resting long and thick on his belly, eyes half-lidded over blown pupils; he’s utterly perfect.

Dropping down to his knees between Taehyung’s thighs, Seokjin pops the lid on the lube he just retrieved. “Ready, sweetheart?” Taehyung nods, his bottom lip caught back between his teeth. He watches as Seokjin squirts a generous amount of lube into his hand before fisting it around Taehyung’s cock.

Taehyung’s eyes flutter shut for a moment as he fights against the ecstasy of finally having his cock touched. The anticipation has heightened the thrill, sending small pulses of pleasure straight to where Taehyung aches between Seokjin’s long, slender fingers.

Those fingers work over Taehyung’s cock a few times before slipping down and finding the tight pucker of muscle below. “Ah, fuck,” Taehyung grunts as Seokjin begins to work a finger inside of him. He’s gentle and takes care to not go too fast, slowly working Taehyung open until he can get another finger in beside the first.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you’re doing so well. You’ll be ready to take my cock soon.” Seokjin continues with a soft litany of praises and encouragement until he’s worked three fingers into Taehyung’s tight ass. “So perfect.”

“Jin,” Taehyung moans, hands fisting into the blankets beneath him. 

“Stroke your cock for me,” Seokjin says, giving him a small smile of encouragement. Taehyung brings a shaky hand up and wraps his fingers around himself, gasping as he strokes up and then back down. “Good, but don’t cum yet.” Taehyung nods, eyes going blurry from the intensity of the pleasure.

Seokjin watches as Taehyung’s ass flutters when he pulls his fingers free. Grabbing the lube, he coats his own cock with a generous amount. “Fuck,” Taehyung whines. “Please fuck me, Jinnie, I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

“Shh, sweetheart, patience. It won’t be long now,” Seokjin promises as he reaches back with his free hand and grabs the candle from the coffee table. Being careful so as not to spill, Seokjin cradles the base of the candle and lofts it above Taehyung’s chest and stomach. He positions his cock against Taehyung’s ass, giving a gentle nudge that has the other man arching up and working his cock harder with his fist. 

“Oh god,” Taehyung whimpers at the first trickle of hot wax touching his skin at the same time Seokjin begins to press inside his ass. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A dribble of precum slips out to mix with the lube covering his cock as he squeezes the base to hold off on his own orgasm.

“Perfect,” Seokjin gasps, his hips finally pressing firmly against the other man’s ass. They both pant, taking in the creamy white wax in the shape of a heart covering Taehyung’s chest and stomach. He carefully sets the now snuffed-out candle on the floor, away from the puddle of blankets under them.

Taehyung wraps his legs around Seokjin’s waist, encouraging him to move. Bracing one hand on Taehyung’s hip and the other on the top of his thigh, Seokjin begins with a slow and drawn-out thrust and works into a steady, grinding slide in and out.

The hand Taehyung has around his own cock picks back up, matching the rhythm of Seokin’s hips. “It feels so good,” Taehyung moans. “You’re going to make me cum!”

“Are you going to cum all over yourself, make yourself all sticky and filthy so I’ll have to clean you up?” Seokjin works his hips faster, adding just the slightest swirling flare as he fucks into Taehyung’s ass in a way that he knows drives him crazy. “Cum for me, let me see it.”

A mix between a sob and a moan wrenches itself out of Taehyung with the first rope of cum that lances across his skin and the hardened wax still covering his stomach and chest. “Jin!” he cries, his body tensing around Seokjin’s cock in a way that has his own release barreling through him.

“Tae, oh god, fuck!” Seokjin grunts, his body jerking and his knees quivering, barely able to keep him upright. He has barely pulled out of Taehyung before he’s greedily lapping up the mess of cum spread over his skin. Seokjin hums in appreciation until he’s licked up every last drop. “I love the way you taste,” he murmurs, nuzzling and nibbling along Taehyung’s half-hard cock.

“If you keep that up I’m going to get hard again and I’m too tired to fuck you right now,” Taehyung huffs, wrapping a fistful of Seokjin’s hair around his fingers and tugging until he relents and crawls up beside him.

“I’ll give you some time to rest,” Seokjin muses lightly, cuddling up against Taehyung and pulling one of the fleece blankets over them both. “How about we enjoy the fire for a bit, maybe have another cup of eggnog, then I’ll run you a bath using that lavender bubble bath you like so much. After that, once you’re good and relaxed, I’ll beg you to fuck me until the sun peaks over the mountain.”

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[shivunin]

Hello! For the OC Ask list... 6 for Maria, 17 for Emma (a difficult one, she's one of the least annoying characters I can think of), and 23 for Arianwen! :3

Thank you for asking!! <3 (The list)

6. What is something they are absolutely hopeless at doing? Why? (Maria)

Walk in fancy shoes. She's a farmgirl at heart and she would literally rather go to a ball barefoot than wear shoes that pinch. Put her in heeled shoes of any sort and she is almost guaranteed to trip, despite being generally graceful. Leandra tried to teach her after they moved into the manor, but it was really hopeless. Maria walks with purpose. She's got places to be. She's tripped down the stairs five times and that was enough, thank you very much, she'll just be taking her staff and---

17. What is something annoying about your OC? Do they chew with their mouth open? Are they a know-it-all? Are they too oblivious for their own good? (Emma)

I think the most frustrating thing about Emma is that she is practical to a fault. Pro/Con lists rule her life and she is not impulsive or spontaneous in the slightest (we're ignoring her brief stint as the vigilante of Darktown here). If you want to change plans, she needs 3-5 business days to think about it, and if she has a plan in general she can be quite stubborn about changing it at all. It also makes her frustrating to buy gifts for---because pretty and nice things for the sake of being pretty and nice are just...not things she thinks about? And if she wants something practical, she's just going to get it for herself.

23. What is your OC’s dream? What will they do once they’ve achieved it? Are they done and they disappear into the sunset or will they find a new goal/dream? (Arianwen)

Oooh this is the one I am stuck on. Wen is extremely single-minded, but she also isn't prone to long-term planning. I originally wrote this very long and very sad thing, but I think I'll keep it in my pocket for now.

I think Wen doesn't allow herself to dream about anything, really, until after the events of Awakening, and then most of her dreams are for other people. She does "adopt" Amethyne from the Denerim alienage (in the sense that like. she shows up with the kid one day and is like "This Is Our Child Now" to the rest of the Wardens and then they all collectively raise her. nobody asks if Arianwen like...just took the kid or...?) because she thinks she is equipped to take care of her. I guess her dream would be to build some kind of life with Zevran, and the rest is day to day.

[hitashi-san]

Just a request

a friend asked me for this story so here I am to provide hope you guys like it!

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It's the last class of the day and it couldn’t get anymore boring. I'm sitting beside you going through my fyp just to pass the time. After a few minutes the teacher just gives us free time after our quiz is done. You look over at me and put your hand on my thigh. Of course that day I just so happened to be wearing the shortest skirt I had in my closet on pure accident. I looked up at you, my cheeks and tips of my ears reddening from your massaging. 

“Wanna be risky baby~” You ask me

“Right here? In front of the whole class? I’ve got nothin’ better to do…”I say smirking at you

Just as you say that I pull my chair in more so no one sees and spread my thighs a bit. Lucky for us, we just so happened to be in the secluded corner of the classroom. Of course there were other scenes such as couples sitting on each other's lap but we happened to be quiet. My mind trailed for a bit just before I felt your hand touch the wet patch on my panties.

“No shorts like usual hun~?” You smirk at me

I blush “Wasn’t planning on being active today~” looking down at my phone trying not to seem suspicious.

“Well that's fine, easy access baby~” You say pushing aside my underwear and swiping between my folds 

“Uhng~ your gonna torture me aren’t you~?” I say looking over a lewd expression

“Fuck you look so cute, hell yeah I am~” You push your fingers inside making me clench more.

“Fuck I think I’m gonna cum already~” I say Trying to pay attention to my phone.

You start to thrust slowly teasing my clit with the palm of your hand. I squirm a bit looking around for lingering eyes. No one seemed to be paying attention, even the teacher had stepped out for a second.

“Just stay quiet and no one will notice baby~” You say looking over at me

“O-Okay then ah~ fuck I think I’’m gonna cum already~!” Tilting my head up

“Cum for me baby I gotta surprise you later~” You say looking over to see one of your friends coming over. Just before he gets there I release all over your hand resting my arm on my face to muffle my noises. After I come down you pull your hand from inside and I let out a breathy moan.

“Good girl~ you definitely deserve a reward~” You say, pulling my chin to kiss me. I’m dumb founded from that whole situation and barely register the bell ringing. You let go of my chin and stand up facing me to lick your fingers clean.

“Damn baby you taste so good~” You say standing me up and helping me pack my things. You hand me my backpack and hold my hand as we walk out.

It’s about a 10 minute walk from our school back to your place. I had already planned on going just to study with you before I had to head home but now the event changed. It was Friday so your parents had planned a nice date night boat dinner so they would be out late. Just as we arrived they were deparching in their fine clothing just for the one night. I wondered if maybe that wasn’t all they’d be doing but that wasn’t my concern. 

Once their car drove off you led me inside to your room where we usually were. I dropped my backpack and fell onto your bed, my skirt riding up. You dropped your stuff and sat beside me while I sat back up and kissed your cheek.

“So what's this surprise you speak of? An assignment I didn’t see, a gift?”I said kicking off my shoes

“Not really a gift but something new I wanted to try~” You said looking down between your legs. I followed your gaze to find your obvious hard on peering through the confines of your sweats

“Oh~ Need help with something babe~?” I say crawling to straddle your lap and grind down on you

“I want you to be dominant today~ I had this new position in mind I wanted to try~” You look up from my boobs to glare at me with your signature fuck me smirk

“Alright then what's this new position baby~?” I climb off your lap and begin to undress slowly dramatically putting my clothes in a pile.

“I-I wanna try the uh amazon position…” You look down face flushed trying not to be nervous

“Oh~? I’ve heard of it. I can try it out and  see how you feel~” I say coming and starting to untie your sweats.  Pulling your cock out.

“‘Alright then~”’

A few minutes later we’re kissing while you're in this new position. I start to rub your cock forcing a few drops of pre to drip from the tip. I then lift up to begin pushing you inside.

“W-wait I forgot a condom!” You reach to grab one but I stop you

“It’s fine I’m on the meds this time~” I say pushing you inside

“H-Hah—Okay then b-baby~! Fuck~” You tilt your head back the pleasure overwhelming you as you blush and moan out uncontrolably. 

“Fuck baby~! Don’t you look so cute writhing under me~!” I say leaning down once you're fully inside. I give you a moment before you start to wiggle letting me know to move. I slowly lift my ass up and push back down fast and hard.

“Fuck~!” Both of us moan out at the same time. I begin to move at a slow pace until I feel like speeding up. I arch my back as I begin to bounce faster feeling your pulsating inside me.

“‘Shit your about to cum aren’t you~! C’mon cum with me then slut~!” I say grinning down at you blush, fully indulging my face. I kiss you desperately as you snake your hand up to play with my clit.

“Mm~! Fuck yes~!” I say pulling from the kiss and stopping just as I cum pulsating around your cock making you cum with me.

“You're such a naughty boy~” I say looking at you with a slight smile catching my breath. Just as I finally come down you flip us so that you're on top of me now. I jolt but then giggle at the quick transition making you groan.

“Fuck one more please I need just one more baby~” You say in a desperate tone looking at me.

“Sure baby I think I can handle it” I say smiling. That answer was all you needed to start rutting into me fast, immediately slapping against my ass as you watched my boobs jiggle from the impact. I held my arms around your neck to pull you closer. You kissed me as I moaned into your mouth.

“Damn I think you like being my slut better damn~!” You say as my back arches off the bed

“Yes please Fu-Hah-Fuck me~!” I say lifting my head up. You speed up some more, feeling my walls clench signaling my orgasm. I’m so overstimulated at this point I can barely speak to let you know that I will cum.

“Yes cu with me baby fuck~!” You say Going deeper. You pull your hand to rub at my clit and it has me cuming in seconds. My eyes prick with tears as I cum around you and you cum inside me. You fall beside me pulling out and letting my legs rest.

“Damn that felt great” You say, I’m still dazed and in the trance of my orgasm. But a few moments later I ask.

“Can I stay over tonight?” Looking at the ceiling blushing more

“I mean yeah you can anytime. Do you want clothes or are you gonna grab some?” YOu ask me to pull you into me for cuddles.

“I-I’ll figure it out later…cuddles now…”I say kissing your cheek

Laughing lightly you say“Okay cuddles now then” You set an alarm so we don’t get caught and cover us with a blanket

-Hitashi’s dairy Hope you liked! Real scenery Irl request! 1-23-23

[the-old-man-has-the-phonebox]

Hey, just wanted to clarify for my own sake that this was genuinely just me bitching to the void of the internet about this past week was shit, and proceeded to become even more so like clockwork. I’ve got the shoes and coffee maker situations under control for the time being (coffeemaker might be fixable in ways I simply don’t have the tools for at the current time and my shoes just need to be stretched and broken in, respectively)(also if the Keurig is broken I have a family member that’s likely going to help with the cost, I can *technically* afford it but I’m just low on cash rn due to my on-campus housing payment), and (in an attempt to not jinx it) I’m just gonna say the housing thing might have ended for the better (even if what might happen doesn’t turn out, I’ve still got approval to live on-campus. My housing is secure in some form, so it’s nothing dire.)

On that note, I thought it’d be nice to share some of the highlights of this week/plans for this upcoming week in contrast:

I’m a little behind due to the whole breakdown taking up my work time earlier this week, but I’m making progress in my character design class! This is my third time taking it/second time retaking it (both previous times I had some sort of external issue that greatly affected my mental health and I eventually just had to call it a wash both times) and I’m actually having a fun time with it this time around! :)

I’m really enjoying my classes this semester so far! I’m not a big fan of art history in general, but even that one has been engaging overall. Hell, I thought my 3-hour course (despite liking the subject) was going to be hell, but so far so good!

I might be able to join some clubs and groups this time! The club for my major finally works with my schedule (it won’t be ideal/I might decide to just stay in the building for a large portion of the day instead of leaving and coming back three different times), and I might be able to attending the neurodivergent group therapy every other week! There’s another an event on queer body image this upcoming week that I’m gonna see if I can attend and just leave early to head to my class right after.

I’m drawing again! I haven’t touched my physical sketchbook since a few days before breaking my foot, and I filled two pages yesterday and am working on a third!

I’m starting a new dosage of meds! They helped at first before I got used to the dose, so hopefully a little bit more does the trick.

I went out of my way to “dress up” (wear something for my closet that isn’t just a t-shirt and jeans: a cardigan, something with a fashion jacket, jewelry, etc.) multiple times this week! :)

Despite accidentally sacrificing a plate in the process, I now know what the issue is with my microwave, and will be purchasing a new plate that won’t do this in the future! (also: I didn’t know ceramic could be so cheap??? $5 for a set of 4?!?)

(As mentioned in a previous post) The Gabriel plushie sale was extended for a week, and I might be able to get a new coffee maker that’s more space-efficient (I loved mine, but it’s bulky) and a step down from my previous one (oh no, how will I not use the small cup feature now?!? *I only own 20z mugs*)

Week 2 official wrap-up:

Lost my housing plan for next semester. Now I have to scramble and hope I can either stick it out in a dorm another year or find a sublease.

Attempted to look for new social outlets at the campus involvement fair for the semester, found basically nothing.

I have some degree of schedule conflict with basically every therapy group I wanted to join. Even when I can make it, I’ll have weird gaps of time in-between and I don’t know if I can do the extra 1-2 miles of walking back and forth every day with my foot.

Speaking of: I can’t use my new brace to walk more with less pain because none of my shoes fucking fit with it on

I had to wear my snowboots with wool socks for most of the week because it was snowy with the average temp being around -5 with windchill, so I was quite literally in pain every step I took because those boots were tight with those socks even before I had a swollen foot.

My coffee maker broke. I cannot afford to replace it.

Tried outsourcing coffee because of that— closed due to inclement weather or too busy to deliver. Very. Time.

Tried dressing up nice for my own self-esteem purposes, only thing I got out of it was a major friction blister from the damn boots.

I’m so stressed out constantly that I’m having new paranoia issues

I’ve had a complete meltdown 3 times this week, which is surely a record.

I’ve cried at least once every day. Not exactly new, but I was hoping to not reach this point.

I’m already skipping most meals because I just want to curl up in bed and try to forget about life whenever I’m not actively in class

When I did eat, I treated myself to some bagel bites. I somehow managed to melt the microwave-safe plate

[headingalaxys-sweet]

Neko’s Brought me to my Lover:

Germany 🇩🇪

Germany had just arisen from his still-warm bed. He stretches his limbs so that his muscles have a smooth transition from rest into high heart rate mode. He touched his toes and then lifted his arms to the sky. He then proceeded to change into the black sweatpants he used for jogging and a white T-shirt. He slipped on his usual black tennis shoes and began to finish his preparations for his daily morning jog. He gave his legs a few more stretches and he felt like he was fully ready for his morning run.

“Hans are you ready Katze?” He says in a soft but stern voice.

His grey/ blue eyes nodded in agreement. The cat was also ready to start the day off right.

Ludwig grabbed the green cameo-colored harness and secured it around his precious grey cat, Hans. Ince his cat was ready to go he snapped on his Apple watch to track his morning jogs progress and to count his macros.

‘Alright, let's make today productive.’

Ludwig began his journey into the cool morning air the sun was only grazing the darkened night sky lightly. The navy dome held within it a now collision between the two solar opposites. There was a brilliant reddish-orange that faded into yellow and progressed into cooler hues. Ludwig loved this time in the morning. The world was still quiet and cradled by darkness. When he left his home and began his jog he didn’t immediately start with a run. He took some steps and decided to take in the early morning glory and all it had to offer. The birds chirping and the wind beginning to nip at his ears with the chilled breeze. Peace. The only time where he wasn’t bombarded by the tremendous list of things he had to get done on his to-do list.

He strolled passed the surrounding houses on the pathway that led into the forest he liked to frequent on his morning jogs. The houses were all pastel or solid white. There were floral vines that cascaded down them like a lightning bolt of early Spring blooms of yellow, pink, and blue. While passing the cottages he could see that all but one had their lights on. They were dim and he could smell a green tea of sorts being brewed. While he could only smell the tea Hans could smell another cat nearby in the same house that the scent of tea was wafting from.

Someone else in the neighborhood enjoyed early mornings just as much as I did. How nice.

As Ludwig mused to himself as he continued to the forest Hans decided to wander away from their usual route.

‘Boring I want to do something cool today. Maybe make a new friend that I can make battle plans with.’ Hans begins to maneuver away from Ludwig and re-route himself towards the only cottage that was alive at 5:30 am.

Ludwig only realized his cat had plans when the harness’ lead was suddenly yanked from his left hand.

“HANS! WAS MACHTS DU?!?! WARTEN SIE!” (What are you doing!?! Wait!)

Hans made a mad dash towards the small home and broke in through the cat door in the back that led straight to the kitchen.

‘Mein Gott. Why? And this early in the morning?!’ He lets out a long sigh and begins his way toward the house. ‘I hope whoever lives there isn’t too angry that a rouge cat decided to show up this early in the morning.’

“MEWOOOOOOW.” Hans, announces himself to the inhabitants that live inside. He was greeted by y/n a 20-something that had a cat beside them while they were making breakfast of sorts. Bread, with some sliced meat, and some basic cheese and of course the tea.

“Hello, there little guy.” You were amused that a random cat with a harness decided to bust in your home this early in the morning. You chuckle at the sight. Your cat hides behind your legs and peeks out at Hans.

“Mew” your cat looks up at you.

“Hahah. It’s okay (cat name). It’s just another cat.” You giggle at your cat's reaction to the grey one that seemed interested in trying to meet your cute marble cat.

Hans allows you to pet him. He purrs and even lays down to let you rub his belly. Your cat however was staring at the events like: ‘Bruh. You kidding me right?’ She was not happy with Hans.

Just as you arose from the floor to pour out your steeping tea you hear your doorbell ring.

‘Must be the cat's owner. That was fast.’ You wander to the door to open it to reveal a sturdy-looking German man that was your age. His beautiful blue caught you in a bind.

oh …

“Morgen. Morning. Uh, I’m sorry to bother you this early in the morning but….” Ludwig lets his eyes swing low to the ground. He was caught off guard by how beautiful you were so in an attempt to save face he decided not to stare you down in the eyes. Plus it was hardly 6 am. So the excuse that he’s tired and just trying to get his cat might just be an excuse that could work and not scare you away.

“Seen your cat? Yes, he’s-”

“Mewwww mewwwww~” You hear Hans cry out to your marble cat.

“Want to just come in and maybe have some tea? It looks like your cat has taken a liking to mine” You let out another chuckle that Ludwig finds cute and he is in disbelief that you’re allowing him in. He trails behind you inside to your quaint kitchen where you quickly grab the tea before it got to the point to where it would be bitter and poured it into two mugs.

“Do you take milk and sugar with your tea? It’s Jasmine tea by the way.” You hand the mug to him.

“Just the tea alone will do for me thank you. Again. I’m so sorry about my cat he can be wild sometimes.”

“It’s fine things happen and cats are crazy. No harm no foul.” You retort you really didn’t care.

“Want to have some bread with this sausage? I found this nice bakery yesterday and it was epic and the supermarkets here are fantastic.”

A foreigner.

Ludwig was lost in thought as he watched Hans meowed relentlessly at the marbled cat that stared at him with disgust from the wooden high chair.

‘Verrückt Katze.’

You placed the food on the table and prepared your tea with milk and some honey and watched your two cats go at each other for the next couple of hours.

“By the way what's your name.” Trying to break the silence and ignoring the no answer to the previous statement.

Ludwig snaps out of his trance of watching the cats.

“Huh? Oh Yes, it’s Ludwig Belischmidt. And you are?”

“(First name, Last name) nice to meet you Ludwig.”

“Y/N what a pretty name. So I take it that you’re new ja?”

“Yeah from (Country name). I’m starting a new job here.”

And from there a new relationship between the two of you bloomed. Ludwig takes his time in courting you but it was sweet all the same. Even for your two cats who eventually learned to love each other.

[danielxricciardo]

Hi girl!! I love everything you’ve wrote! Couldn’t say how much I enjoyed reading one shots of F1 drivers! I have to ask if you could do one for Carlos? He and reader are expecting but keeping it secret, Carlos won the race! And he ask if he could hear her through radio, though with some glitch, all other drivers and teams hear Carlos’ radio, he tells her how he’s so happy with the win but more than anything about their little one on the way and now everyone knows the secret of pregnancy because he suddenly slipped it while talking to her on radio👶🏻 I can’t imagine how will other drivers will congratulate him (like Daniel, Max, Landooooo! Seb! And even Kimi!🤣) I think Lando will be overjoyed and will be presenting to be Godfather already Hahahaha!

Summary: Having a baby and everybody finding out

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1.5k

You realized that you were pregnant after a series of fortunate events that, individually, you did not take as alarm signals.

One evening, Carlos decided to spare you from cooking dinner and ordered your favorite food from your favorite restaurant. You were very excited to eat it, but when the food arrived you were on the verge of throwing up because of the smell. You told Carlos you couldn't eat, so you just ate an apple and went to bed. The next day, after Carlos left for the gym, you couldn't get away from the toilet because if you took a few steps you would feel like throwing up. However, when your boyfriend came home, you didn't feel so sick anymore, but you didn't tell him what happened to you because you didn't want to worry him.

You had a vague idea that you could be pregnant but you wanted to wait until Carlos leaves for France for the Grand Prix.

The day he left you went to the pharmacy and bought two pregnancy tests.

Positive.

You just sat down and cried. You stared at the positive test for several minutes. Honestly, you were so hormonal and conflicted about the timing that you bawled your eyes out. You were both happy and worried. Carlos was busy with his Formula 1 career, you didn't know if it was appropriate to add a child to the dynamics of your life.

But you recovered immediately. You are talking about Carlos, of course, he will be happy to have a child with you. You've been together for four years, you knew you would be together for the rest of your life.

The next day you did another pregnancy test, just in case. Positive, obviously. You went to the pharmacy again, and you took four more tests, to do one every day until Carlos came home.

"Hey, honey. I missed you," says Carlos entering the house.

You didn't even let him take off his shoes. You handed him a gift box in which you put the six pregnancy tests you took.

"Amor, did I forget an anniversary?"

You nod.

"Open it."

You see him take the lid off the box and take out a pregnancy test. Then another one, and another one, until he took them all out. You could see it on his face, he was scared and overwhelmed.

"Seriously?" he asks.

You nod and bite your lip, a few tears run down your face.

"Amor, that's wonderful! Ay Dios Mio! Are we going to be parents?"

You laugh and kiss him long.

"Yes, we will be parents."

You have scheduled an appointment for the next day to confirm the pregnancy and determine how many weeks you are pregnant. It looks like you're 10 weeks pregnant, so that means month 3 of your pregnancy. You couldn't believe that for almost 3 months you didn't realize you were pregnant, but you always had an irregular cycle, so it's not really incomprehensible.

You and Carlos have decided not to announce publicly that you will have a child just yet. For now, you were happy to share the news with your families, wanting to plan a nice way to tell your friends as well.

You know that feeling you get at certain times of the month when you want to cry at every cheesy commercial or could explode with anger at the drop of a hat? Pregnancy is like that sometimes, except 10 times more intense. With your new hormones raging, and more stress in your life than ever before, what with getting a nursery together and preparing to welcome the precious baby into the world and all, emotions are high. Tempers are bound to flare.

That is how you felt sitting in the paddock with Carlos who was preparing for the race. He was starting from P3 so he was pretty excited and nervous for the race. He saw your state, he knew you too well.

"Ay, mi Amor, come here," he said and hugged you to calm your nerves. "Don't worry, ok? It's an easy race, I'm gonna win it for you and the little bean, ok?"

You giggle at the sound of Carlos's nickname for the baby. You kiss him and smile.

"You know I don't really care about winning. Just come back to us. Safe." you say, your voice barely a whisper, not wanting anyone around you to hear your discussion.

"Si, pequeña. Always."

Sure, you were always concerned when he was racing. But especially now when your hormones were driving you insane and you were growing another person in your body. But you trusted him. With all of your heart. If he said he will come back to you, he will.

It took you a few moments to understand what was happening. Carlos Oñoro was hugging you, yelling 'He won!' and you looked at the screens in front of you. He did. Carlos Sainz was the winner in Monza! He kept his word, he won for you and your child.

"Hey, Y/N!" you hear your name being called by Riccardo Adami, the race engineer of Carlos. "The winner wants to talk to you."

You giggle and go to him. 'The winner'... Has a nice ring to it.

"Hey, baby! Congratulations!" you say excitedly over the radio.

"Si, mi amor! I told you I'm gonna win for our baby! I love you both so much!"

What you didn't know was that there was a glitch over the radio and every driver heard Carlos talking about 'your baby'.

"Aaa, guys? Why am I hearing Carlos over the radio talking about a baby?" Charles asked his race engineer.

"There's a glitch. Come to the garage."

"A baby?!" Lando yells into the radio, making his race engineer flinch. "Was that Carlos saying he is going to have a baby? Oh my God!"

You were waiting for Carlos to come out of his car, being absolutely clueless about the hysteria you two just caused. Carlos was just about to get his helmet out when all the drivers came to you two, yelling congratulations to you both. You looked at Carlos. Did he tell someone about your pregnancy? Did you give it away?

"Uh, thank you but how did you find out?" Carlos asked, clueless as you.

"We heard it over the radio," Kimi responds giving you a genuine smile.

"This is not how I wanted you guys to find out," Carlos said and put an arm over your shoulders, kissing your head. "But, yeah, it is true, we are having a baby."

"Mate, you're having a baby! That is so crazy! You are basically a baby!" Daniel says and hugged you both.

"And who is the godfather?" Lando asked and everyone laughed.

"We just found out two weeks ago, there are still five months to think about it," you say and bit your lip and Lando pouts. "You'll be considered, Lando."

After three months you decided to have a gender reveal for your family and friends. You could have had it a lot sooner but you wanted to be at an appropriate time for everyone. All the drivers came, as well as your family and Carlos's too. You made everyone wear a piece of clothing according to the gender they think your baby is. You were surprised to see the majority of the people being team boy, but as Lewis said 'They just want to make sure the third generations of Sainz is coming in Formula 1' and you know he was right.

"Look, listen to me, I have three kids, ok? I know, for a fact, by the way you are carrying that it is a girl!" Sebastian said and you laughed. He was wearing his pink T-shirt with pride, being 100% sure he is right.

He was.

You were having a girl and you could swear that Carlos cried a little when he saw the pink confetti. He hugged you for a few minutes, being still in shock.

"Una niña pequeña..." he whispered in your ear. "I am not ready."

You laughed and kissed him.

"You are gonna be the best dad ever, don't worry."

"No, I know that. I am not ready for her to date! And she'll go to university, no..."

"Carlos, she is not even been born yet! You have plenty of time to spend with her."

"Hi, guys, sorry to interrupt!" Lando appears near the two of you, making you break apart from your hug. "Did you think about the godfather or... or this is not a good time to ask?"

Everyone heard him and started laughing.

"Mate, remember the bag I gave you when you arrived?" Carlos asked him and Lando nodded. "You can look inside the bag now."

Lando got the bag and inside was a white romper saying 'Will you be my godfather?'

Lando looked at the romper with tears in his eyes.

"Well, if you insist..."

[vs-redemption]

This piece was written for my Birthday/Halloween Jeopardy event! I am SO sorry it took me so long to get to this. Enjoy!

Sharing Clothes (Eijiro Kirishima x GN!Reader)

Requested by: @karasimpno Word Count: 900+ Warnings: None

The snow looked beautiful falling outside your office window, coating everything in a layer of pure white fluff and making the normal view of the city look so much more magical. You were content to enjoy the winter weather for now, but you knew it was going to be a problem as the work day came to an end. With a wary glance at the clock, you realize that you should probably think about how you were going to get home, sooner rather than later. The buzzing of your phone against your desk pulls your attention away from the clock and you smile as the screen lights up with your boyfriend’s name.

“Hey Eijiro!” You answer the call, “You’d better be staying warm out there today.”

Normally you wouldn’t complain about the way his hero costume showed off his lovely muscles, but in this weather he really shouldn’t be galavanting around the city half naked.

“Of course, love! Ask anyone! I’m even wearing the scarf you bought me.” He pauses to laugh lightly, a sound that always seemed to help ease your worries. “The snow is really piling up fast though. The trains are already shutting down.” You let out a groan at the news.

“That’s what I was afraid of. I suppose I’ll have to take a taxi home.” The thought was less than pleasant for multiple reasons. You didn’t live in the city center, so the cost of the ride would be much more expensive than the train. On top of that, the snow would make the commute slow, meaning you would be getting home far later than normal.

“Hey now! Did you forget you have a perfectly good boyfriend with an apartment right here in the city?” Kirishima had a knack for making the solutions to problems sound simple and effortless. “Pack up your stuff and I’ll come pick you up. We’ll go back to my place and snuggle up together.”

“What about your work?” No matter how nice his offer sounded, you hated to be the one to distract him from his hero work.

“I just finished up my patrol a couple minutes ago,” He promises. “It’s really slow right now anyways. The crime rate is always down when the weather is like this. Don’t worry, love, right now you’re my top priority.”

The sweet words have your heart skipping in your chest and finally you agree. If there was ever a good time to be selfish with your boyfriend, it was now. With the weather outside getting worse by the minute, your boss had no issue with you getting out a little early either. Soon enough, Kirishima showed up to whisk you back to his apartment where he put on a kettle of water and pulled out some extra clean blankets to bundle up in.

“Thanks again for saving me from an awful cab ride home,” you tell him honestly while taking your shoes off and getting settled. Even the trip from your office to Kirishima’s place had been long enough to let a chill sink in, and you were eager to wrap up with your boyfriend in a blanket and have a hot mug in your hands. “Guess I should’ve planned ahead and left a change of clothes here, huh?”

“No need to thank me,” Kirishima wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest to warm you up a little. “If I didn’t come to your rescue, that’d make me a pretty lousy boyfriend, not to mention a terrible hero.” He leans down with a smile and rubs his nose to yours before pecking you once on the lips. “And I think I might have something comfy for you to wear. Follow me and we’ll go look.”

His attentiveness made you swoon and you followed him into his bedroom to help look for anything that might fit you properly. Once that was done, he left to give you privacy to change. When you came back out into his tiny living room, there were two steaming mugs sitting on the coffee table. Kirishima was already plopped on the sofa and he beckoned you over to join him.

“This is so nice,” you tell him softly while curling into his side under his arm. He pulls one of the blankets over the both of you, then hands you your drink.

“Careful, it’s hot,” he warns, but the temperature is perfect for your cold fingers. You glance over to the window to see the snow still coming down pretty heavily. Trying to get home in all that would’ve been a nightmare for sure, and snuggling up with your boyfriend was a definite upgrade.

“If this keeps up, I might just call off work tomorrow,” you admit sheepishly, earning a playful chuckle from Kirishima who leans over to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“Let’s make a deal,” he tells you with a huge grin. “We’ll both take work off tomorrow and spend the whole day keeping warm in here or playing outside in the snow! I’ve got plenty of food, so there’ll be no reason to venture out.”

Looking up into his eyes all lit up with excitement, there was no way you could refuse. There was no way the snow would be cleared up by morning, so you didn’t see the harm in staying safe and indoors while spending time with your amazing boyfriend.

“Sounds good to me,” you nod your head resolutely, a different kind of warmth spreading through your chest. “But I might need to borrow more clothes in the morning.”

“Whatever you want, love.” Kirishima gives you a small squeeze as he laughs lightly, “I’ll make sure we have the perfect snow day.”

[vicea]

dream merch discord recap (june 12, 2021) - disclaimer: i may have missed some things or mistakenly heard other things, apologies in advanced for that!

he has not played the new minecraft update

dream “knows” the date george is coming to florida but he’s not saying it :p

dream doesn’t have anyone muted on twitter

dream guesses his favorite disney princess is belle

sapnap has seen dream’s feet before

he’s not actually connor’s dad in the dsmp lore

dreamnap do not have nicknames for each other D:

dream likes olives but especially black olives

his mother makes homemade pickles

he doesn’t have a phone case

he has dropped his phone from his ear onto concrete in the parking lot before and the screen didn’t crack

dream has six fingers /j

he pours cereal first not milk when making cereal

dream calls sapnap nick most of the time :D

what’s your dream car? “idk the one that gets me to point A to point B consistently”

he finally fixed his sleep schedule, woke up at 8 am today

mrbeast owes dream a tesla because he never sent dream the audio file

dream is a very analytical person - he thinks with numbers/data

creativity is one his strengths that he is the most proud of

3 to 4 years ago, dream used to say george looks like shawn mendes a lot, now he doesn’t resemble him as much

patches is currently sleeping <3

swimming is very relaxing to dream, he swam the other day!

many houses in florida have pools than other places, even the cheapest houses in orlando have pools

dream has merchendise defects (misprints on merch) + milestone merch and he wants to give them away to those who live in orlando (probably to anyone but the event will be held in orlando) though he doesn’t want it to be a covid super-spreader thing so once you pick up your item you gotta dip. just all an idea though

he has been donating them to charity too though :)

dream has likely read Heroes of Olympus before a long time ago

he says that he’ll do a give away of his childhood books with his signature on it

he was obsessed with the series (Percy Jackson) 

he really liked the Alex Rider series

has all of Maximum Ride books, 39 clues books

has read the legend series, the twilight series, and the maze runner

has all/read of the harry potter books, divergent, eragon

he would read all the time, to the point he would read more than one book a day (a book worm he says)

dream had a goal to read 200 books in a year and he wind up reading about 150

he doesn’t want to call it a library but- growing up he had something like that that had 600 or 700 or more books in it (privileged he admits it)

he has not read a book since he started youtube (about 2 years)

dream has a folder called Book that has his own writing in it

word count: 76000 words for one of his stories 

another one he wrote 5 chapters of

he sounds very excited/embarrassed talking about the stories he wrote he’s so endearing

the very first paragraph of one of his stories (he was young when he wrote this) “What exactly is darkness? is it the lack of light? is it a pit of nothingness? ... your mind is full of darkness...” then he couldn’t continue.

the story is about a kid who wakes up in a cell and has no idea where he is with other people who are in the same situation

dream has a world building document

he has a sequel to the first book he has ever written

he found a query letter that he wrote because he wanted to get his book published- he finds it very funny

he’s calling himself a nerd but idk it’s kind of endearing

“as you can tell i’ve always been incredibly cool and not a nerd at all! ever.”

he cringes at his own old videos

dream took a lot of inspiration from witches and wizards by james patterson for writing

the story is written in a way where the main character is actually writing the story so you’re getting input from the main character during it. there’s a lot of sarcasm in it and it’s making dream laugh

very first person narrator

he feels like it’d be very cool if he were to publish his works he wrote when he was 16 on amazon or something but he probably never would because he’d have to read through all of it and it’s just embarrassing for him

dream used to video call sapnap fairly frequently- even before youtube

he strictly remembers, a very long time (at least 7 to 9 years) ago he was at his old childhood house he video called sapnap. he was wearing a (technically) suit and he remembers specifically that he was giving sap a tour... 

“snazzy in a suit”

he had no reason to put on the suit (wow time is a flat circle huh)

drista is pretty close to sapnap’s height, she’s like 5′7″ but sap is still taller than her

dream filmed the whole thing when he and sapnap met but... it’s... gone because when he was clipping that one clip for twitter... it edited the whole video

he’s sure when they meet up with george they will film that too :D

DREAM IS PRETTY SURE THAT HE AND GEORGE WILL MEET THIS YEAR-- HE SAYS A 95% CERTAINTITY the five percent is like either restrictions or visa issues

dream does not play any instruments but he had a guitar hanging on his wall when he was younger...

dream is convinced they’re the same height but also sapnap is probably taller??

they had george compare his height to a door frame and dreamnap were googling for any doorframes to find any possible chance that george is taller than 5′8″ ... nothing came up

there’s a chance they’re both lying about being 5′8″

sap and george will literally just show up in stilts to prove they’re taller than each other /j

dream without shoes is between 6′2″ and 6′3″ with shoes he’s 6′3.5″

dream is talking about awesamdude’s fake height arc again LOL

dreamnap are very private people so they don’t bother each other but george doesn’t care and would just barge into their rooms and start bothering them- they were all joking about that over a voice call

he will visit europe

he thinks that greece would be a cool place to visit because sapnap’s family is from there :) so it’ll be like a nice “treat” to go back with sap :D

dream isn’t entirely sure that the dream team meet up will happen this year but he’s working out the details because he wants to make sure it’s safe

he’s talking to youtube about his face reveal

it’s up to george if he wants to eat healthy when they finally move in

dream just has a lot of meat and vegetables in his house

spinach with chicken is good

not much fruit (only apples and tomatoes)

“DRISTA IS 5″ is trending on twitter LOL (her height got cut off)

dream doesn’t want people flying to different places because he doesn’t want to encourage travel so he wants to do all of the meet ups with a two day heads up at most

he thinks that it’s awesome that ranboo and tubbo are meeting soon !! :D

it’s very cool to dream to see how far everyone’s has come since the beginning of the dsmp. everyone has done so much

dream finalized his youtube plan a couple weeks before he uploaded his video and he was talking to drista about how he was gonna be a big youtuber in a parking lot :”)

she was the first person he really ever talked to about it

dream would love to teach george how to drive it’d be really funny :D (a very good video or a livestream idea) 

dream knows how to ride a bike, he used to have to bike to school

he can’t explain dnf.gay he has no clue he is not responsible. sapnap was the one who found it LOL. he is adamantly exclaiming that it was not him

dream doesn’t worry about views/likes/dislikes a lot- mainly views but that’s for the new uploads

he hasn’t uploaded in like a month and a half (*cries*)

he wants to stream at some point but he doesn’t know when 

he wants to play geoguessr but not now... he doesn’t want to alt stream rn- maybe tomorrow!

he is insisting that the splash text on his minecraft home screen is by callahan

he asked callahan to send him bunch of text files that are dream team related so that the splash can rotate through it but callahan thought it was funny (it is) to put only dreamnotfound <3 so it doesn’t ever change at all and dream doesn’t even know how to change and he has asked callahan to change it but he said no (even though dream pays him LMAO)

the video referenced in the padilla’s video is still in the works, it might be handed over to sapnap though !

he has no idea if he will be in MCC pride yet

padilla got dream’s input for the video, dream found him to be a very nice guy ! :) it’s the first interview that dream did that wasn’t by a person with a negative opinion of dream

dream felt relaxed doing the interview with padilla 

?????? he’s blaming callahan for his “dnfisreal” nickname in bedwars 

he’s blaming callahan for a lot of dnf-related stuff

callahan runs the dream fanart account thus the liking of dnf content

he’s so insistent that it was callahan

dream admits that he was lying about the twitter and other stuff but for sure callahan did code the splash text in LOL

dream liking that tweet “the chances of george doing a hot tub stream is the same of dnf dating” was “funny” he wasnt trying to do any commentary...

the inside joke of “oh it’s all just a joke to you” originates from george and sapnap actually always fighting (like them yelling and shouting at each other) and george said something really mean and sapnap was hurt then geroge said “it was just a joke” and sapnap replied with that line and ever since then it’s been a meme LOL

he says that everyone does the hand-on-the-passenger-seat-while-reversing thing

dream is offline raiding with his chat with 6k people

dream appreciates us and will talk to us soon! 

[floraltypes]

Old Beginning Pt. 2

pairings - aaron hotchner x reader, jethro gibbs x reader

chapters - one 

summary - the news of a dinner party arrises, but there are some little challenges before the actually night

wc - 3k

an - sorry this took awhile, my summer is over and my writing schedule will be a little wonky now. i’m taking a break from answering requests, so I apologize if I haven’t answered yours, but i eventually will

Penelope and you both looked back at Aaron, taken back by his repeating of the word ‘boyfriend’. You didn’t plan on telling people so soon, considering he was your boss from your old line of work.

“I want to know everything about him, you have to invite him!” Penelope quickly went back into her loud chatting, attracting other faces at her comment. “I also may have mentioned to some of the team that you do have a boyfriend, it just slipped! You know I can’t keep secrets!”

“It’s okay, Pene,” You smiled softly. “I can’t invite him though, you know, since I’m not the one holding the dinner event.”

“You can invite your partner, everyone else can as well, considering it is a catch up,” Dave walked over, a cup of coffee in his own hand as he used the other to scratch at his stubble. “I’ll even invite the woman I’ve been seeing. Feel free to all bring a plus one, I have enough room and everyone deserves a taste of my Italian dishes, will change their lives.”

“Thank you, Rossi, but I simply can’t. It’s so soon, and he’s such a busy man,” You laughed, waving your hand. “It was a kind gesture though.”

“L/n, don’t tell us you’re embarrassed to show your new boyfriend to us?” Derek walked back over, poking your shoulder. “Penelope told all of us down here, just wanted to wait and see when you would tell us.”

“I’m not embarrassed, that’s absurd. He’s truly busy.”

“Invite him, I’ll make sure Will comes and hire a babysitter for Henry, so that we can truly have a adult night,” JJ chuckled. “Everyone is bringing a date, so it would be odd if you didn’t.”

“Actually, I don’t have a partner at the moment due to how invested I am in my studies and the factors of that many young woman my age only focus on the factor of conventional attractiveness rather then the complexity of brains and deep-”

“Don’t worry, Spencer, if you don’t have a date, then I’ll just bring two,” Emily joked. “You don’t need a date, I’m not bringing one either, but Y/n is for sure.”

“I’ll be like the tw-”

“You are dating someone, we aren’t, so you’ll bring that someone. Come on, L/n,” Emily continued on, grabbing your hand and pulling you away. “I’ll walk you out,” She turned back to wink at her coworkers, leading you to the elevator and soon the parking lot.

“Aaron,” Rossi looked towards his friend, a man who had his glare fixated on your exiting figure. “Will you bring Beth, the more the merrier.”

“Yeah, I suppose I will,” He answered, retrieving his cellphone from his pocket, pulling up her contact picture, thumb hovering over the call button. “Let’s finish up this work, so we call all get home.” He shoved it back in his pocket, commanding everyone else while moving back up the stairs to his office.

Meanwhile, you were outside of your car, looking at Emily still was right by your side.

“Bring your boyfriend,” She commented, watching as you fished for your keys and unlocked your car. “I want to meet him, I haven’t really talked to you in a long time.”

“We’re both so busy. Him as well.”

“Seriously, Y/n, I’m not gonna ease up on you. I’ve noticed the new tint in your eye, new considering the last time it was severely dulled. It’s amazing to see your real smile again, you closer to your old self despite the past losses. He really has helped you, so I want to meet the man who helped my dear friend so much.”

You contemplated her kind words, getting down to the point that everyone probably was happy to see you again, yourself physically and mentally.

“I’ll call him, see if he can come. Can’t promise anything, his work is very important to him, so if it needs him he’s there.”

Emily smiled widely, leaning over to kiss your cheek before you moved to open the front door and start your car.

“Great, I’m actually bringing someone. Poor Spencer might be the only one.”

“Aaron is as well?”

“Hotch, yeah,” She laughed. “Meet her at some track meet he had, Jack really likes her.”

“That’s good, I’ll see you soon then,” You smiled, shutting the door as Emily watched you back out, waving a small goodbye.

Leaving the facility, while at a stop light, you found your flip phone, finding the contact of Jethro and quickly dialing the number.

“Gibbs,” He answered.

“Hey, are you on a case?”

“No, are you driving?”

“Yes, safely. What are you doing? Building a boat,” You chuckled, imagining him in the basement with the tool and sweaty shirt.

“Yeah. Did you meet up with your old team today?”

“Mhm, all surprised to see me today. It was humorous in a sense. But, Rossi invited me and everyone to a dinner, telling us to bring a partner.”

“Who are you planning on bringing?”

“You.”

“So, we’re being more public with our relationship?”

“Just with the old team, my old team, they don’t have contact with anyone apart of NCIS, or at least not personal only professional.”

“I thought you were going to come and see me, instead of making me drive,” You could almost sense his smile on the other line, a mocking one.

Gibbs would obviously accept the offer, the man truly holding a strong affection for you, a soft spot personally for you, so he would agree to drive the hour or two.

But just because he would, it doesn’t mean he didn’t have to mess around a bit, act like he wouldn’t.

“I know, but then you can see my new apartment. And after this weekend, who knows when we’ll be able to see each other again. Both of our jobs involved sporadic cases that start and end at no specific time, hard to plan around. And, everyone is pressuring me to meet you.”

“I’m already popular, huh?”

“I suppose,” You huffed, rubbing your temple, exhaustion starting to take over you, wanting to get some rest, a calming bath to combat earlier feelings that seemed as if they were creeping up once again.

“I’ll come, don’t worry. Get home safe, call me when you have the address and date.”

“Okay, bye.” You hung up, tossing the phone onto the empty seat as you continued to drive, playing the music from the CD already inserted in your car.

Time leading up to the dinner seemed to fly by, especially considering that it wasn’t much time and you weren’t having to work. You decided to take the free time to get fully settled in, figure out your nerves, make a phone call to your therapist, and even read. Trying to get prepared for all the days that are to come.

Your hair was now being changed from its normal du to a new one, fancier in a sense. Applying a nice coat of makeup, new lip color, trying a new pallet and the old eyelash curler that hasn’t been used in a while, you finished ‘upgrading’ your face. A outfit was simple, considering you didn’t have many fancy ones, so with not much to choose, it was a quick decision.

Sliding that on and fixing the straps to be a bit tighter, messing with the bra to fit correctly, and pulling it down a bit, you grabbed your go to purse, shoving needed materials a into it as you moved to the kitchen.

Within the kitchen, there was a certain door within the wall of the pantry with a password. Quickly typing in the combination the door swung open, choosing between a small but handy knife, you put in the pocket of your bag.

You weren’t too worried about dangers at the dinner, but with years of catching/fighting murders, specific people after you, and even very powerful assassins, you carried certain weapons for safety.

Hearing the sturdy knock of someone’s knuckles on your front door, you rushed to shut the the secret door in the pantry, heading to your front door where someone was waiting.

A quick peak through the hole, your eyes widened in surprise and opened the door, allowing the man to walk in.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you, till uh, later tonight,” You mentioned, looking him up and down to see him more dressed up. “Are you not able to attend anymore?”

“No, I’m still going,” Hotch denied, sliding off his shoes and following you to the couch. “I just wanted to chat before than, a chance for just the two of us.”

“Is something wrong?” You walked over to your teapot, filling it with water, and placing it on your stove, heating up the water. “This is very unexpected.”

“Nothing is wrong. I just want to talk to you, see the apartment, hear what’s new with you.”

“Things,” You shrugged. “Obviously I’ve had a new job experience, similar in ways and also not. Grew closer with a new group of teammates, people, lost a few. Yeah, lost a few,” You repeated, remembering Jenny Shepard, even Kate, both amazing women, who did amazing things.

“That’s always hard, I guess my most recent loss was Haley,” Aaron hummed, soon the kettle making a high pitched noise, you rushing to take it off and grab some tea bags.

“She was also a amazing woman. Wonderful mother, cared so much for that little boy.”

“She really was.”

“Did you come to chat about her, it’s been a while since we had. Last time we really talked was five months after she passed, after the funeral.”

“It really has been that long?” Aaron questioned, taking the tea that you time handed him. “But it’s not the reason I came. I should have made more of a effort to keep in touch, after your transfer, after your loss.”

“You stayed with me for three months, allowing to lose some time with your son so you could change my dirty sheets and pick up all my snotty tissues,” You laughed, sitting down across from him with your own cup. “You had to get back to your family, make up for loss time.”

“You still helped me with my divorce during that time, and I still saw Jack,” He reminded you.

“I could’ve moved in with my father, but you allowed me not to do that.”

“Your father is a good man, but might not be the best to live with,” He laughed, a deep chuckle, something you didn’t see much. “You look nice.”

“Now you just notice,” You chuckle, taking another sip. “Thank you, you look nice as well. I was actually just going to call Jethro and tell him to meet me there, a bit of a drive and he isn’t happy about having to find a new team,” You spoke freely, feeling comfortable with the old friend, one you used to spill everything to years ago, him ranting to you too.

“Jethro? He has his own team? Sounds like a boss of some type.”

“Uh, technically. It’s complicated. I need to get going, to make it to the dinner on time and, finish, um, cleaning up my room before leaving.”

“I could take you there.”

“No thanks, I’ll see you there, bye.” You helped guide him to the door, a curt wave before he exited and shut it, locking it in a rush and moving back to the dining room table to clean the mugs.

You didn’t want to tell him all that, always insecure due to Gibbs being the prior boss of you and how people looked at that. Rumors were always spread about your and Aaron’s relationship, mostly about it being romantic.

Joining the team, you two easily hit it off due to your personalities. Always being filled with determination and stubbornness, refusing to give up till everything was done and right, even with files. Eventually you joined together, talked, spent most days with each other due to cases, and truly gained a very close friendship.

When rumors were getting around, glares were thrown your way, comments, left out by members who weren’t your immediate teams. People thought you were the cause of Haley and Aaron’s divorce, somehow word got around quickly, drama always does.

It was frustrating, already dealing with many different things at home, and even being in a relationship, it put so much unneeded stress and anxiety onto you.

So, getting into a relationship with Gibbs was a very reluctant thing on your part, he expressed his feelings first, but it was hard to accept them, despite the nerves he faced to do it.

Locking up the apartment, having all of your items with you, you made your way out the door and too your car, starting the drive to David’s house.

Upon arriving, you could hear light chatter in the home, lights on, and soothing music playing in the background. It sounded like everyone was having their fun, you couldn’t make out all the shadows of everyone indoors, just waiting outside for Jethro to arrive.

“Y/n?” You turned around at the sound of his voice, keys jingling in his hands as he walked up to you with a sly smile, shoving them in his pockets to place his arms around your waist. “What’s wrong, love?” Be snaked them around, a kiss to your somewhat clothed shoulder.

“Nothing, just a bit nervous to introduce you to everyone,” You smiled back at him, he squeezed a little tighter, catching your lips in a quick kiss. “Looking at your team, yet?”

“Nevermind that,” He grumbled, removing his hands to now interlace your left one with his right. “We should go in, right?”

“Maybe we could head back, to my place, say you are sick or something?” You looked back at him with a pleading look, to which he just chuckled at, starting to move to the front door, pressing the doorbell as you groaned a little.

“You’ll be fine,” He looked back at you as Rossi answered the door, cheerful smile on his lips, glass of scotch in hand as he moved out of the way to let you in.

“Ah! Y/n!” He cheered, leaning over to kiss your cheek and then pulled back. “Glad you made it! This must be…”

“Y/n! Oh where is the man?” Penelope rushed in, coming right by you with her own fruity drink, then leaning to whisper in your ear. “Is this him, oo!”

“Uh, Jethro that’s David,” You pointed to the man who first greeted you, him and Jethro shaking hands. “This is Penelope, the one kind of like Abby,” You smiled, as she gave you a little look, turning back and enveloping him in a little hug. She quickly turned back to you.

“He looks a little intimidating,” She whispered as you just laughed.

“For sure,” You nodded.

“Can I offer you a drink?” David turned to you two, gesturing to the one in his hand. “Something like Garcia for you Y/n, and what about you Jethro?”

“Just call me Gibbs, and yeah that’s fine,” He corrected Rossi, taking your hand as the two of you walked more inside of the magnificent house.

It truly was so well designed, very expensive, and the appetizers adorning the oak wood table looked very delicious. You wanted to go and grab a bite, before you were actually led to the living room where everyone was currently sitting.

“L/n, finally made it,” Derek laughed, beer in his hand as he pointed at you with a little chuckle. “You always know how to be a bit late.”

“Fashionably late, I believe that’s what it’s called,” JJ corrected them with her own wine glass in hand, Will sat right besides her on one of the couch as most of them in that room joined in laughter.

“What can I say?” You laughed, walking over, feeling less nervous with the factor of introducing your boyfriend, taking a seat on another couch in the large room, Jethro automatically sitting right besides you.

“So, introduce us,” Emily motioned over to Jethro, sly smile playing on her lips.

“This is Jethro, but he goes by Gibbs, and, uh, this is the team,” You started to name everyone off while pointing to them, leaving off a few names due to your members introducing their own partners to you.

Emily, Derek, and JJ had all brought partners. Spencer and Penelope decided to ‘go together’ as if they were partners, and Hotch hadn’t arrived yet. Rossi also had his girlfriend helping him cook in the kitchen, making drinks for you and Gibbs now.

“So, you work at NCIS, right?” Spencer questioned. “The Naval Criminal Investigative Service, very interesting considering the type of crimes you investigate. I would love to hear more about some of your cases and how you went about it,” Spencer smiled, a small notebook being pulled out of his pocket with a pen.

“Yeah,” Gibbs just nodded, looking at you a little questioning, which you just chuckled at.

“Why should we talk so much about work, it’s something we all do too much of,” You joked, everyone laughing, as Dave came back out, handing some drinks.

“Fine, fine, what do you do for fun Mr. Gibbs?” Derek asked, putting a arm over the couch and pulling his girl closer to his side, the woman just on her phone.

“I like to build boats, a type of hobbie I’ve been doing for years.”

“Building boats? Where?” Will wondered, intertwining his fingers with JJ.

“My basement, a private workspace.”

“How do you get it out then?” Penelope inquired, now back by Spencer and her face in her hand, leaning closer to show her interest in Gibbs statement.

“I’d be no fun if you knew that,” He shrugged, taking a drink with a small smile as Penelope gasped, Emily mouthing how ‘I like him’. It was sweet how everything was going well.

They all continued to converse with Gibbs, easily accepting him apart of the conversation, it was sweet and you were now on your second drink, practically all nerves gone.

“Sorry we’re late,” A voice mentioned in the hallway, dressed in a fine suit with a beautiful woman standing besides him. He shrugged off the last of his coat as he hung it up, taking her hand and walking into the hallway a little.

“This is such a nice place, Aaron. Oh! Your friend, wow, so grand,” The woman admired, now truly getting in your line of sight.

“Yeah,” He mumbled, eyes interlocking with yours before falling onto Gibbs. “I’m Aaron, call me Hotch.”

“I’m Gibbs,” Your boyfriend stood up, moving over to the other man with his hand stuck out. “Call me that.”

You had a feeling this evening wouldn’t be as smooth as you hoped.

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taglist - @wolviesbabes @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

(comment to be added, or a tag list for all my gibbs post)

[impaladolan]

Home Alone - Grayson Dolan

summary: after a long week of work, y/n needs some sort of relaxation and relief. although, her outlook on relieving her frustrations isn’t what grayson had in mind...

warnings: tid bit fluffy, swearing, vibrator use, & smut

a/n: been in my unfinished drafts for a bit..

"Are you sure you don't want to tag along, baby?" Grayson longingly questioned, his brows crinkled and his lips almost forming a pout.

"I haven't been able to do laundry all week. God knows it won't get done unless I do it now." Y/N chuckles, balancing a full basket of freshly dried clothes on her hip, watching her lover wrap his fist around the front door's handle.

Every other weekend, at the Dolan residences, the two brothers, and sometimes their wives, would gather with some of their friends and watch their favorite football teams. And later on, they'd play board games or watch some movies. Normally, Y/N would be the one begging Grayson to hurry up and get ready to attend the biweekly event, except this time.

Y/N has different plans...

It had been a brutal week at work, her boss was currently taking out her "divorce emotions" on her employees and Y/N was getting the rougher end of it. She was relieved when it was finally the weekend and she could stress clean, calm her nerves in some sort of self efficient way and relax after a tough couple days.

She hadn't even had the thought of a sexual release, until she had dreamt multiple naughty scenarios just last night during her deep slumber. She couldn't exactly pinpoint what all she had dreamed, but she remembers waking up with a dripping arousal and a sore ache at her very center. And though her husband was laid right next to her, perfectly capable of satisfying her womanly needs, she decided using other resources would be a better fit.

Don't get her wrong, she loves being pleasured by the only man who knows exactly how to, but she felt embarrassed. She didn't want to come across as a sex-crazed women to Grayson, even though it would never make a difference to him.

They're married, for goodness sake.

"I can stay back and help out. We could even have our own little movie night if you wanted," He began, releasing his hand from the door and taking a few steps toward Y/N, whose lips turned into a cheesy smile as he drew closer to her.

"Just you and me," He took the basket filled with clothes from her hip and set it on the floor, intertwining his large hands with her smaller ones, eliciting a short laugh from Y/N. He brought her closer to his frontside, creating a ballroom dance-like formation and began shuffling around with her in his arms. Like an old married couple, they slowly danced around the room, him twirling her in his grasp while Y/N admirably gazed upon him.

Her cheeks were rosy with admiration, finding his little act of affection adorable. "You get easily distracted, huh?" Y/N grinned, resting her chin happily on his shoulder, his minuscule beard hairs tickling certain parts of her neck.

"Well, you looked too pretty over here by yourself," He softly explained against her ear. "And I wanted to dance around a room with a beautiful woman like you. So, I am." He lowered his hands beneath her and slew her into a romantic dip, planting a sweet kiss upon her lips. She returned one back, feeling her heart grow two sizes larger, much like the Grinch movie portrays, if anything.

"Grayson, I know how much you enjoy football, especially with the boys," She was only making excuses, but he had tempted her to just cuddle on the couch all day and watch plethoras of movies and munch on various snacks. But the low rattle in the depths her core was motioning her in a different way, and she just couldn't survive the rest of the day without fixing her little problem.

"Hmm, you're right. But when I get back, we're ordering take out and watching movies. Got it?" He chuckles, bringing the both of them back up into a standing position.

"M'hm, be safe." Y/N smiles, planting another kiss on her lover's lips before leaving his warmth. She waved goodbye to him as he left their abode, sweetly grinning as she went back to finishing up the laundry before the real reason she was staying home, would begin.

Though the couple's intimate relations seemed innocent and loving, they each had a different side to them, specifically in the bedroom.

The two never shied away from new experiences and would most certainly dabble into different areas of the "sex world," if you will. They, of course, had their preferences and different kinks, but Y/N seemed to be more open and freeing for that sort of stuff.

For the different occasions that they felt a bit more lustful and yearning for one another, they kept a locked trunk of knickknacks in their closet. You see, that's the one Grayson knows about, but Y/N keeps a smaller one, filled to the brim with all of her own toys, in a section of her closet that he never really pays attention to. If he had any idea that she kept self-pleasuring items for her own uses, he'd be absolutely ballistic.

Thankfully, he doesn't...

The moment Y/N threw the last bits of dirty laundry left, into the washer, she practically sprinted to their shared bedroom. After rummaging through the trunk filled with "accessories," she found a nice, pretty pink vibrator to do the trick, as well as a black silk blindfold to shield her own eyes. She was already rid of her clothes and sprawled across the wide bed in an instance, tying the piece of cloth over her eyes. 

Though, unbeknownst to Y/N, Grayson was already on his way back home. As soon as he had pulled into his brother's driveway, they had called to cancel— a certain emergency about something Grayson didn't really pay attention to listen to. He was thrilled that he didn't have to leave Y/N at home, all by herself to do chores all day. And luckily, their houses weren't too far apart from each other, so Grayson was back home within fifteen minutes of leaving it.

He didn't feel the need to text Y/N, she was probably busy anyway and possibly wouldn't respond. He figured she would hear the garage door open and expect that he was already home.

Little does he know...

As soon as he was parked and out of his vehicle, Grayson was trudging down stairs to the laundry room, in search of Y/N. He was surprised that she wasn't there, but he figured she might just be folding on the couch, trying to get ahead on one of the TV series the two were drawn into.

Grayson chuckles as he makes his way back upstairs, though his brows curtly furrow, his ears almost perking at the muffled sounds coming from the hallway.

Their shared room, to be precise.

With a pondering look upon his face, he kicks off his shoes and makes his way towards his bedroom, quietly twisting the door handle and pushing it inward. He opens the door wide enough to secretly look inside, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness that enveloped the entire expanse. The noises he had heard only seconds ago were more prominent, and his eyes had fallen on the object creating the aroused sounds;

Y/N.

She was laid out on their bed, legs wide open and shaking while her hands were constantly pressuring a fucking sex toy against her soaked pussy. Grayson froze, pure anger washing over him and turning his face a turbulent shade of red, washing away his pleasant mood. He almost stormed in there, ready to rip the stupid machine away from her hands and show her what a real orgasm feels like.

But he somehow contained himself, and instead, watched the scene play out in front of his very own eyes, vexation spilling from his entire countenance.

Y/N didn't hear the garage door open and close, or even the beep of Grayson's truck when he locked it.  She hadn't even heard his feet stomping up and down the stairs, or his lingering chuckles. She was so caught up in how she was feeling.

The artificial vibrations that buzzed upon her core made the world around her so euphoric and heavenly. She'd brush the toy upon her clit, forcing her entire body shake with deep pleasure and a soft moan to emit from her mouth. It felt so nice, and she was so close to the brink of releasing.

She was already feeling better, and naughty. If Grayson were to find her this way, masturbating  freely in the open and satisfying herself, she would never live to see another day. But she didn't care at this point, she just wanted to finally cum.

And she was extremely close.

Her hips began to buckle, while her backside rose from the bed and her free hand twisted at the sheets beneath her. "Mm- just a little more—" Her entire core was pulsating, so fucking close to just letting go.

So close..

"Don't fucking cum yet, slut." Grayson's voice boomed throughout the room, making Y/N's movements freeze in terror and shock. Before she could think of some sort of explanation or reasoning as to what she's doing, her blindfold is ripped from her eyes, while the vibrator that was once nuzzled up on her pussy, was taken away as well. Now, she felt so empty and wanting, edged to an almost release.

"Jesus- You're fucking dripping, for fucksake." His tone was harsh, and Y/N felt like crying. She held onto her tears as she watched him examine the drenched vibrator, still buzzing in his hands. Out of the loss of contact, she began to whine, squeezing her thighs together to create at least a little bit of friction.

"Grayson, please—" She began to huff, but her shuttering voice was interrupted by the aggravated man pacing in front of her.

"I don't think I fucking asked you to talk, did I?" He glared at her, though just the sight of Y/N's exposed body made him shudder with a tinge of want.

Against his wishes, Y/N continued her whines, her breathing still ragged and finally her own hand traveling down to her soaked heat. She didn't care if she'd be in more trouble, she just needed to unravel the knot inside her, whether she'd pay for that mistake later or if not.

She didn't get far, because Grayson caught her wrist before it made it all the way down to her center, and brought it up to the headboard. He wrapped a leather strip around both of her wrists, mumbling incoherent spews of anger, doing the same with her ankles against the bedposts.

"I-I, I thought you were gonna watch football.." She began, but a low growl sounded from Grayson, and the blindfold was placed back over her eyes, while a different type of cloth was shoved in her mouth. Y/N feels the numbing slap across her thigh before hearing the connection's sound, an exasperated scream muffling out of her filled mouth.

"I'd stop talking if I were you. Unless you want to be choked by Daddy’s fucking cock, darling." His voice rattled her insides, and she dared not to make another sound, already dug far too deep in a hole anyway. "Get ready princess, m'gonna edge the fuck out of you. Maybe then, you'll remember to ask me for permission to use your fucking toys." His voice soon faded from her ears as a higher vibration than before was nudged right up against her swollen clit, making her figure convulse in imploding pleasure.

It took an entire hour for Grayson to edge Y/N twelve fucking times. She was a mess, sweat droplets dotting her hairline while her pussy remained in slippery shambles. He didn't say a word, and Y/N held her tongue from shouting profanities after the several losses of contact. She hadn't came yet, but if she didn't soon— she would find a way to get out of her restraints and finish off what she had started herself.

It had been several minutes since Grayson had pulled her to the brink of an orgasm, and she was starting to think that he'd never come back. She had heard the sound of a zipper earlier, and she couldn't tell if he was doing something to ease his own pain while she laid there, so high strung and breathless. She was about to call out his name, but the warmth of his tongue wrapped around her bundle of nerves and she let out an exasperated sigh, pulling on the cuffs tied around her wrists.

He slipped his tongue in skillful motions, his hands pushing up underneath her thighs as he lapped up her liquids. Y/N was so sensitive to touch, anything that remotely stroked her could heighten her arousal and make her lust for more.

Within seconds, her hips were shaking and her back arched above the mattress, her toes curling under the pressure. And his voice finally sang the heavenly words she had been waiting for the entire time;

"Cum, princess."

Y/N released all over his lips, a high-pitched scream sounding from her mouth as she finally unravels, her legs bucking against their restraints. She spits out the cloth from her mouth and heavily breathes, murmuring praises to the man between her legs.

"I'm sorry, Grayson."

a/n: did this completely suck? i haven’t really written in third person in awhile, so i need honest opinions..