#oh it should be fine i am not as into plush toys these days

[unpretty]

there's a dragon hoard ita bag.... how is my wallet supposed to thrive under these conditions

i'm telling myself that it's fine and i'll probably cancel some of them before the campaigns are over and therefore there's no harm in jumping in and getting the early bird specials. but also. i am not going to do that. and the charges that hit my account in a month will be truly terrifying.

[crheativity]

Hello how have u been I was wondering if I can request a slightly part 2 of the reader making the overblot squad cute little plushies so wha if the reader makes the plushies clothing and accessories like for vil’s plushie little fake makeup and same clothing he has sorry if my English is bad I’m still learning

SUMMARY: You decide to make the Overblot Squad’s plushies clothes! How do they react?

WARNINGS: None that I am aware of!

COMMENTS: Oh my GOSH this is such a cute idea!! And no worries Anon, your English is just fine :D I hope you enjoy it!!

Part one - Prefect making the Overblot Squad plushies of their respective Seven member - can be found here. Part three - their reactions when the plushies are stolen - can be found here.

You made his plushie some… clothes? He didn’t even know you could remove her current ones! He would never think to try something so scandalous on his own! Especially not with a plushy of the Queen of Hearts!! Ah, wait- he meant no disrespect! He just meant that he wouldn’t- uh… He’s just gonna stop talking now.

You have to show him how to change his plushy’s clothes – he refuses to figure it out on his own in case someone walks in – but once you show him it’s not like that, he’s more comfortable with it. He doesn’t change things around a lot – maybe whenever you make him a new one. He keeps them all safely in a box under his bed. Occasionally, he’ll take them out just to look at. Seeing them always makes him smile.

You decided to make the powerful, feared and mighty King of Beasts… a hat? And slippers? Hah, you got guts, Prefect. He’s gotta say, he respects it. Alright, he’ll indulge you. He’s slightly surprised at how small yet detailed the accessories are. There’s something slightly endearing about such small clothes… maybe that’s one of the reasons why people like children? Tch. He can’t relate.

Nonetheless, it’s amusing to him what kind of accessories you think of. He’s also not the type to change up the doll’s outfit a whole lot, but he’ll stash them all around his room. Much like the toy, they all smell of you. It’s starting to annoy the other Beastmen. Ruggie’s strongly considering having an intervention.

Prefect… these are adorable! Are you sure you don’t want to sell these? Ah, r-right. Please forgive him for forgetting they were for-... for his eyes only. Please stop looking at him and let him regain his composure. He absolutely loves them! He hopes you know how much of a friend the doll has become to him. He’s starting to tear up, you’re so kind. Give him a minute.

Azul has designated different clothes for different purposes. Before bed, he puts his doll in her pajamas. When he wakes up, he selects her outfit for the day and changes her into it. He does this almost ritualistically every day. Floyd and Jade have teased him for it, but surprisingly, Azul doesn’t seem to mind.

Oh? You made his Sorcerer of the Sands doll some different outfits? Pft– that’s so cute. He didn’t mean to laugh at you – he’s delighted, really! He just… can’t believe that you’d spend precious free time doing something like that. Hey, come on, he’s not judging you or anything, but free time is precious, right? You should spend it more on doing what you want to do. Still, though, he loves the clothes - and finds your cute little pout adorable. 

He definitely keeps them with the doll. Whenever you make him new ones, he’ll pick up the doll and change the outfit. Otherwise, he’ll only change them a couple times every so often. This has given him an idea though. Maybe you’d like a doll too? Then you could match. Although, Ramshackle dorm doesn’t really have a mascot… maybe he could make you a ghost? Or a plushie of Grim? 

(Didn’t he say that spending ‘precious free time’ doing something like ‘that’ was wasted? Point it out to him and he’ll get flustered and walk off in a huff. He will return with a plush and an apology for you two days later. He enjoyed making it a lot.)

You made his doll clothes?! He’s trying not to squeal like a teenage girl. He didn’t know that his doll could change clothes!! Oh, prefect, he loves you so much. He’s going to ask you to make so many clothes, you better be prepared for what you’re getting into!

He, like Azul, changes the clothes all the time and will often just sit down for like an hour and change the doll into perfect outfits. As you could probably guess, Vil LOVES using the doll to try out new looks. Whenever he’s designing an outfit or a piece of clothing, he always asks you to make a small version for him to try out on the doll. This helps him to be able to practise styling them and getting an idea of how the finished piece would look. 

His favourite kind of outfit to ask for, however, is anything that reminds you of fashion from your homeworld.

You made his marketable plushie some marketable clothes?? Oh my gosh. That’s adorable. It’s so small! Looks like those itty bitty cutey kitty clothes– AH– ahem. you didn’t hear that. He definitely wasn’t just having a total fanboy moment. no siree… do you think you could make him an outfit from his favourite anime? that’d be cool, he guesses.

He’s DEFINITELY gonna make the little guy cosplay his favourite characters. Maybe that’d improve his gacha roles even more? Oh he is 100% down to help too. Any clothes that require metallic details he is WELDING that stuff together. It’s so cute how invested he gets in this. Ortho loves seeing his brother get so passionate about this too!

Malleus is DELIGHTED. He was not aware that his little friend could change outfits! How adorable! He loves you so much! He is this close to buying an actual, fully sized wardrobe just for them! …But Lilia talks him out of it. Actual, fully sized wardrobes take up a surprising amount of room. So, he ends up getting two, miniature wardrobes. Which fills about the same space. Lilia’s not sure his advice really worked.

Malleus will now dress up his dolls for tea parties, picnics, or whatever outings they decide to go on. He is constantly surprised and delighted by whatever you make him, although he’s not very good at suggesting ideas. One of the few ideas he came up with was fashionable about a hundred years ago and was a very complicated piece of clothing. However, when he received the outfit, he took great measure to ensure that no harm would ever come to it. 

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

[milaisreading]

How about a Valentine's day story in a Blue Lock x Japan U20 match with manager y/n? Like while in the match and the breaks y/n gets lots of chocholate, flowers or gifts from the male fans which causes the players to be jealous and also some of the fans go even far as kissing y/n hand like a gentleman. The players had no idea that y/n made chocholate for both of the teams. She is kinda shy and scared to give them because she thought the boys wouldn't like the taste of the chocholate, the shapes of the chocholates or the color of the packets.

🩷🌱: Happy Valentine's Day, anon! This was such a cute idea, I hope you like what I wrote! Thanks for the request!

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"Oh, damn. There are a lot of people here today!" (Y/n) gasped in surprise as she looked at the stadium that was more packed than on the previous match. Today, the JFA had organized a special match between the U-20 and Blue lock. It was nothing serious, and more meant as an entertainment program for Valentine's Day. The board members of the JFA thought it would be a good idea to organize the event as a cash grab for the holiday,which (Y/n) had to admit was a good idea. The ratings and money from the merch shops will definitely give them extra money.

'Greedy bastards.' She thought while side-eyeing the board members while she stood next to Anri and Ego.

"(Y/n), what's with that bag you brought?" Ego questioned as the boys were warming up. (Y/n), confused for a moment, looked at the item and then blushed in embarrassment while scrambling for words.

"I... I made some chocolate for the players of both teams." She whispered to the adults, which caused Anri to squeal at the cuteness.

"That's adorable! When are you giving it to them, though?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I... I don't know. I am a little embarrassed about the possible attention I might get from them... If only I could somehow avoid it." Anri and Ego kept quiet for a moment as they thought of a way to help her. Well, it was more Anri who did the thinking while Ego was busy monitoring the interaction between Rin, Sae, and Shidou.

"Ah! I know what we can do!"

"You do?" (Y/n) raised an eyebrow as Anri happily nodded her head.

"How about you anonymously leave the chocolate in their locker rooms while they are on the field. We should go there once the game starts." Anri suggested, which made (Y/n) smile at the idea.

"Sounds great! Is that ok with you, Ego-san?"

The said man thought the whole idea was stupid, and he wanted to say so, but once he saw the two give him puppy eyes, he sighed and nodded his head.

"Fine. I will just inform the other coach that you will be going into their locker room. Don't be gone for too long." The man said as the two cheered and thanked him.

"Keep it down-"

"Uhm, is someone named (L/N) (Y/n) here?" One of the maintenence staff members asked as he approached the trio.

"Why?" Ego asked bluntly, causing (Y/n) and Anri to facepalm.

"There are some fans who want to see her." The man answered as (Y/n) raised an eyebrow.

"I am her. But, what do you mean by fans?" She asked the man, and Anri and Ego looked back with the same amount of curiosity.

After explaining it to them, (Y/n) followed the older man to the field where some people were. To be fair, they weren't om the field, but on the stands close to it.

'Good God...' The girl gulped as she saw some guys and a few girls looking back at her in excitement while holding some gifts, she assumed at least.

"Don't take too long." The man warned as (Y/n) nodded her head.

"H-hi. How can I help?" (Y/n) wondered as the group smiled, holding out some gifts to her.

"Hello! I brought you these flowers-"

"Happy Valentine's Day! Please be my-"

"You look very cute today! Hope you like this chocolate! It's handmade-"

"I found these flowers! Heard you liked them-"

"Take mine instead!"

"My chocolate is way better!"

"I got you this plush toy!"

(Y/n) watched in shock and confusion as the group showed the various gifts that were meant for her by the sounds of it.

'Why... why are they giving those to me? I am not a player.' (Y/n) thought as she slowly approached the group, not wanting to be rude or anything.

"Th-thank you. You all shouldn't have brought me anything. I am really honored." The group stopped arguing as they watched the manager bow and smile at them.

'So respectful!'

'She looks so cute!' The group thought as they started arguing who will be the first one to give her a gift.

'Ahh... I hope nobody sees this mess. I don't want the attention to be diverted from the players. It's their day.' (Y/n) thought as she went to take the items, thanking everyone individually.

Meanwhile, what (Y/n) didn't notice was the players had already noticed the ruckus that was going on, and they were less than pleased.

"Who are those losers now?" Sae raised an eyebrow, not liking what he wa seeing. The same could go for Rin, who was silently growling as he saw (Y/n) accept those gifts, even going as far as smiling at the people.

'That's my manager. Don't get so comfortable with her.' He thought as Shidou was for once not sporting his usual cocky smile.

'Now, why is she paying attention to those nobodies?'

Aiku was about to speak up, but the 4 froze up when they saw one of the guys take (Y/n)'s hand into theirs and planting a kiss on it.

"Ok, that's about it. I have had enough." Aiku cleared his throat as he walked over to where (Y/n) was, the trip following close by as the rest of thebtwo teams glared daggers at the boy.

While that was going on, (Y/n) was getting more and more uncomfortable with the attention and tried to cut this gift giving short.

'Why did they even give these to me?' She still wondered, unaware of the 4 players approaching her.

"T-thank you again for the gifts. But, I really need to go now-"

"Can't you stay a little longer?"

"Yeah, the game didn't start yet."

The group protested as (Y/n) tried to find a way out. The gifts were too much for her to hold for so long.

"I'm-" She started speaking, but got interrupted by the familiar monotone voice Sae had.

"Having fun? Good, fun is over." (Y/n), surprised by his appearance turned around to scold hin for the rude tone.

"Don't be so rude, Sae-" But, she pretty much cut herself off when she saw the murderous looks Rin, Sae, Shidou, and Oliver were giving the group.

'What's up with them?!'

The game had eventually started after a good 30 minutes and Anri meanwhile dragged (Y/n) away to put the chocolates into the locker rooms. The chocolates were pretty simple. Milk chocolate with a few decorations, all wrapped up in colors that reminded her of the boys. It was pretty cliché in her opinion, but she hoped they would like them and not suspect her as the culprit.

'I really tried to make them look as different as possible.' (Y/n) thought as she put the last one into Neru's jacket pocket, blushing at the thought of them discovering her.

'That would be something I could never live down.'

The game had ended with the Blue Lock team winning after the time got extended to a whole 105 minutes, (Y/n), Anri, and Ego could see the team was exhausted, so they told them to take their time in changing and showering. Meanwhile, the trio would take care of the press or the gifts the Blue Lock team was receiving, which was something (Y/n) ended up taking care of.

'All these gifts look so much better than mine...' She thought, trying not to look sad as she wrote down what was for who. She didn't need fans going after her or spreading rumors.

'Well, at least I hope they taste good.' (Y/n) thought nervously as she took another gift, wondering if they found the chocolates by now.

Blue lock room 💙⛓️

"Hm? There is something in our pockets?" Otoya wondered as Anri giggled while closing the door.

"Yep! (Y/n) made some Valentine's chocolate for you guys! Don't say I told you, tho!" With that, the woman left the teens in a shocked state. That soon disappeared as they quickly looked through their pockets, and sure enough, the chocolates were there. All neatly wrapped.

"Woo-hoo! This is like the first time I got one! She even wrapped it in my favorite color!" Bachira cheered as he looked at the yellow wrapped item. Otoya quickly unwrapped his and took a bite.

"It's so good!" He cheered.

'Ahh! I can die now happily! Wait, is this (Y/n)'s way of confessing?!' Otoya thought as Karasu and Kurona took a bite from their's as well.

"It tastes the right amount of sweet. The decorations look adorable as well." Karasu chuckled while blushing.

"Just like her..." Kurona silently said as he continued eating his, trying to savor the taste as long as possible. Isagi, who took the time to read the message she wrote on the chocolate blushed and smiled.

'You did an amazing job!' He read, feeling his heart beat quicken when he saw the heart at the end.

"She is the best. This tastes amazing." He mumbled, earning nods from Niko and Hiori, who were sitting next to him.

"It does! It does! The packaging are adorable, too. She really put a lot of thought into them." Hiori said in adoration.

"You think she will bake for us one day?" Niko wondered with a red face as he read the message over and over.

"I mean, we could always ask her. (Y/n) is nice, I am sure she would." Reo announced, earning nods from the rest.

"I hope it will be a chocolate cake. Didn't have those in a while. She really made my day with this." Gagamaru smiled warmly, not used to getting chocolate on Valentine's Day from anyone. Nagi kept quiet as his face was a uncharacteristic red shade. The whole time he was staring at the wrapping paper while taking small bites of the chocolate.

'I am keeping this one forever.'

Barou was a blushing mess along with Tokimitsu, so they decided not to say anything as they ate their chocolates. Both were flattered and happy over this surprise. It was better than winning the match in their opinion.

"It has a really good taste to it. Not too sweet and not too bitter. She really thought of everything. So cute." Yukimiya smiled brightly, earning a nod from Aryu.

"Well, it is (Y/n) we are talking about. She is amazing and thoughtful." The brown-haired boy added in. Rin was looking for once relaxed and felt happy as he ate his piece, enjoying every moment of it.

'So good. Definitely better than winning against my brother. I love her so much.' Rin thought, his face turning redder. There was a silence in the room for a while, the team busy eating and thanking (Y/n) mentally for the gift. But, that silence was soon cut off by Chigiri.

"Now, we need to think of some good presents for White Day. Some that will make her forget about the gifts those people gave her today."

The rest of the team quickly nodded their heads.

The U-20 room 🇯🇵2️⃣0️⃣

"Huh?" Shidou hummed as he felt an unfamiliar item in his pocket and quickly fished it out, only to freeze up when he saw what it was. It was a neatly wrapped pink present, and by the shape of it, it was definitely chocolate.

"What is it, Shidou?" Teru asked, noticing the boy's frozen state.

"I got chocolate." The boy answered in confusion as he showed Teru the item, causing the rest of the locker room to look at him.

"You?! Why did you get chocolate?" Sendou yelled out, jealous at the blonde, which earned him a grin from Shidou.

"Probably because the ladies like me more."

"Hm? I got some as well." Sae pointed out as he showed the the team his burgundy wrapped item.

"Ha? And you two didn't put it in there yourselves?" Niou asked skeptically.

"Why would I do such a pathetic thing?" Sae questioned.

"You guys mad that you didn't get any?" Shidou snickered, earning glared from Sendou and Niou now.

"Hey! I got some as well! This is rare for me!" Neru said in excitement as he found a beige wrapped item in his pocket. Now this was a surprise for the rest.

"You as well?" Itsuki and Miroku mumbled as they discretely went through their pockets, only to find chocolate int them as well.

"Hey! I got some as well!"

"Me too!"

"This is weird..." Hayate said silently, blushing as he stared at his present as well.

"Woo-hoo! Hey! I got chocolate as well!!" Sendou blushed in excitement as he took put the present from his jacket pocket. Oliver, who also found a green and purple wrapped present, stared at it in confusion as Teru started eating his chocolate.

"It tastes good as well! It also has some cute decorations on it."

"Mhm!" Niou nodded as he ate his along with Hayate and Neru.

"But still, who put it into our pockets?" Sae asked out loud, earning silence instead of an answer.

"It certainly is weird. We didn't notice anyone near our stuff." Miroku chimed in as their coach walked into the room.

"Ah, I see you found those chocolates. Eat up and let's go." The team stared at the man in horror for a moment as Oliver spoke up.

"Please don't tell me you put these into our locker room."

"Yuck!" Shidou shivered at the idea, earning a glare from the coach.

"No, I have better things to do then make Valentine's Day chocolate." The man rolled his eyes.

"Blue Lock's manager made those for you, as surprise or something. She put those here while you guys were playing. Now, stop acting like school boys and pack your stuff." The man ordered as he walked out of the room, leaving the team in a stunned silence.

'The... The manager...made these for us?!' The team thought as they slowly started blushing at the thought.

"Aahhh~" they sighed happily as Sendou spoke up.

"Lucky bastards at Blue Lock probably get this treatment all the time." He said, sounding jealous as the rest tried to ignore that thought, opting to just enjoy the sweet gifts.

"Achoo!" (Y/n) sneezed as Ego looked at her in confusion.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. I think I am just getting sick." She said back, oblivious to what had happened in the locker rooms.

[jaded-jezz]

Shutter Speed

(Part 3)

Jack Champion x Photographer!Reader

Part 3/3

☁︎ Fluff

Summary: y/n is a photographer for the new scream promo and Jack thinks she belongs in front of the camera rather than behind.

(Y/N POV)

"So, how do I look?" I walk out into my room where Leah is patiently waiting. "OMG SHUT UP! YOU LOOK AMAZING!" Leah exclaims so loud that I jump back in surprise. "He is going to propose!"

"Jesus Leah, it's our first date chill out." I laugh while grabbing my bag off my bed. "Sorry but I am jealous of him, run through the plan again so we can work out how to woo him." Leah giggles after throwing her hands up in defense.

As we aren't the sportiest of people, we agreed to go to an arcade. This seemed like the next best way to settle our squabble over who is reigning champion of games. Since the day he asked for my number, we have been sending mini message games to each other when we get bored. Right now I have won the most of the varying games like cup pong, bowling and battleship, but Jack has accused me of cheating once or twice so he thinks he is the Jack Champion.

A knock at the door stops my rambling. Leah looks over as my eyes widen. “Pretend I’ve died,” I whisper. “Y/N WHAT NO GET UP!” Leah starts picking up my bag and pushing my down the hallway. “You will be fine, you know to text me if anything goes wrong. I’ll wait up for you and you can tell me all about it.” She gives a supportive grin before opening the door.

(JACK’S POV)

My mouth goes dry the second the door opens. She looks so beautiful I almost forget she is real. Stumbling for words I finally say, "Wow Y/N, you look stunning." It's a casual outfit, due to our dates location, but she has somehow managed to make it look like she is about to walk down a runway.

I see her cheeks turn pink just before she looks at the floor grinning. I re-gain her attention by presenting the bouquet that I spent too long choosing for her. Her eyes light up, I want to freeze this moment of time to remember it forever.

Behind Y/N, Leah clears her throat trying to remove the comfortable silence between us. "Thank you Jack. They are lovely, I'm going to put them inside and then we can go? She turns to Leah who promises to put them in water and shoos us out the door.

( Y/N POV)

After a short car journey of Taylor Swift and karaoke we arrived at the arcade. When we parked, Jack ran round and opened the door before I could even say a word.

We walked inside holding hands and Jack asked "What's first?" after scanning the place once over. "Oh my god, definitely the dance machine! I wanna see all those moves you were talking about during shake it off!" I laughed before dragging him over. I didn't give him time to decide as I entered the coins and started selecting a song.

"Easy mode?" I looked Jack up and down as if to challenge him. After finally agreeing on a song, it was a blur of limbs and laughs until the song ended and we waited to see who had won.

"It's rigged! I was so much better than you!" Jack sighed while the tickets where done printing our of my side of the machine. A short laugh escaped both our throats as we tried to catch our breath from the extensive workout we had completed. "Maybe Champion shouldn't be your last name?" I jest. "Maybe it should be yours," Jack whispers as he moves to stand closer to me. I feel my face heat up as he leans in and just before he gets too close he reaches down and steals the tickets from behind me. "Jack that's cheating!" I shout as he starts to run to the next game.

(JACK'S POV)

After Y/N and I had won enough tickets I made my way to cash them in for prizes as she went to try her luck one last time at a claw machine in a back corner.

"JACK!" Y/N jumps next to me, smile reaching her eyes. "Look who I won!" She is holding a plush toy of an Avatar character. "You'll never guess who it is as well..." She giggles with a certain look in his eye.

"No way. Send it back. Burn it" It's Neteyam. Also known as the character played by Jamie Flatters. I try to hold back my laugh as Y/N goes on and on about how he is her favorite character and what she would do to meet Jamie. I know she is just messing around but a part of me longs to know how much she liked me during the movie.

I realize I have been in my own world when I feel her eyes staring into me. "Jack I was just joking-" "I know sorry, I was just distracted at how cute you look while rambling and I may or may not be kinda jealous that you like Neteyam more than Spider!" I grin at her.

"But I like you more than Jamie, don't worry." I kind of feel bad for making her think she upset me so I grab her hand and drag her to the photo booth. I pull her to sit in my lap, as the booth is too small for us both to sit, and I see her cheeks glow lightly before she composes herself to discuss poses.

"Just go with the flow Y/N." I feel her relax against me as the countdown starts. We start with a cute smiley one, and then stupid fish pouts. Her lips look so perfect. This is my perfect opportunity to do what I have wanted to do since the day I mistook her for Leah and she came to correct me. The automated countdown pulls me out of my flash back and I place my hand at her chin and turn her face towards me. I look into her eyes waiting for a nod, a simple yes.

Sparks ignite as our lips touch and I never want to be apart from her. Ever again. She pulls away and we chuckle quietly. Awkward silence overtakes the air, but it is somehow comforting. She looks back at me, eyes sparkling as the last picture is taken featuring our stupid love-struck smiles.

( Y/N POV)

I carefully remove myself from Jack's grasp as we leave the both to collect our photos. I still can't work out if the kiss was real until the photos are shot out and being picked up by Jack. I pick up the second print and an overwhelming feeling of happiness overtakes me and I smile so wide that my eyes may burst out of their sockets. This feeling has given me a burst of confidence, I grab Jack's face for another kiss.

I never want to stop kissing him.

After playing a few more games, we decide to head back to the car. On the way out I hear small sighs of frustration and look to my right to see a small girl at the claw machine where I had won earlier. "Jack... I think she wants this more than me." Before Jack understands what on earth I am talking about, I have carefully removed our linked hands and I walk over to the young girl. "Hey there. I have too many plushes at home, Could you look after him for me?" The girl warily took the toy from me to make sure I wasn't messing around and in the process saw Jack walking over to me.

"I know you from my TV! You're in this machine!" She jumps towards the claw machine pointing to the poster at the back. "Oh yeah that's me!" Jack replies smiling politely. "Could i ask my mom to take a picture with you?" "Of course."

(JACK'S POV)

I felt bad for Y/N as she stood off to the side but after I said goodbye she came over looking far from upset. "You are so cute with fans." I roll my eyes, put my arm around her and hug her tightly as we walk back to my car.

It's safe to say that was not our last date, but it might be my favorite.

That is finally the end of Shutter Speed! Let me know what you think in the comments! Sorry it took so long, I just lost interest in Jack especially after hearing rumors of what his girlfriend supports. I will no longer be writing for Jack but I wanted to finish this off before I started anything new.

As always, requests are currently open!

Please do not repost this, reblogs are appreciated.

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[fatbiscuit]

Lunar Plush AU Bonus Part. This is a mini story for the collaborative AU with Ultimawolffox.

Mini Story: A Day with Lunar

I start to wake up to the sound of Lunar moving around to get ready for the day. It has been a few days since I first met Lunar, so far every day seems rather relaxed if not monotonous. 

After a few more minutes pass I sit up. 

Lunar notices that I woke up and says, “Good morning Luna.”

“Good morning,” I replied. “Do you have any plans for today?” 

“Not really, except for the fact that Earth wanted to teach me to bake something,” Lunar answered. “I will have to save you some of whatever we bake if it turns out okay.”

“That sounds fun,” I say and after a moment of thinking I add the request, “Can I watch?”

Lunar seems to be unsure about introducing me to the others. I am not quite certain about his reasons, but I think it has something to do about how he thinks they might react. 

“I don’t know…,” Lunar said unsure.

“I promise I won’t cause any trouble,” I add.

“Okay, it should be fine,” Lunar relented. “What do you think we should make?” 

“Umm, I honestly have no idea?” I replied. “I don’t really know that many kinds of food yet, but I like things that are sweet.”

“Alright, I’ll just ask Earth what kind of dessert would be the easiest to make,” Lunar decided. “I will come get you after work when the kids leave.” 

Lunar set aside some food for me before heading off to help Earth with the daycare saying, “Goodbye Luna!” 

“Goodbye Lunar,” I say as I watch him leave. 

Now I have to wait. Lunar often leaves during the afternoon to help Earth with the kids. It sounds fun, but also like a lot of work.

Lunar is an interesting individual, to be frank I do not have many individuals to compare him with, but he seems nice. I was a bit nervous when I first met him, but he gives me food and likes to talk about all sorts of things. He is a bit anxious about things, though. It is a bit boring while he is helping Earth, but he tells me all about it afterwards and it is time I can just do what I want to do without any worry. 

It is not too bad though, Lunar left me some coloring books and toys. The toys were some foam shapes, a couple of balls, and a barrel for some reason? Anyway, personally, I prefer to pass my time using the coloring book. 

I had time to draw a decent amount of pictures before Lunar returned, one of Lunar in a spaceship (Lunar seems to like space.), one of Sun and Moon fighting over barrels, one of Earth holding a flower, and one of Earth and Lunar baking something with me, and a couple of random doodles. I was working on figuring out what to draw for another picture when Lunar returned.

“Hi, Luna!” Lunar said as he greeted me.

“Hi, Lunar,” I answered. “How did work with Earth go?”

“It went well,” Lunar replied casually. “Earth said-” he cut himself off as he noticed my pile of pictures. “Did you draw all of these while I was gone? You have been busy.”

He seemed interested, so I started to show him my pictures. He was enjoying hearing me explain each of my pictures until I showed the picture of us baking.

“Oh right! Earth said she was ready to start baking, so I told her I wanted to go grab something real quick. She is probably still waiting for us!” Lunar said as he set my papers on the table, picked me up, and started to head back to Earth.

He pauses before entering the kitchen, looks at me, smiles nervously “Alright, we are about to go in. Are you ready?” 

I nod confidently and Lunar opens the door.

“Hi Earth, sorry I took so long!” Lunar says as he enters the kitchen with Earth.

“Hi there Lunar, I was beginning to wonder. Did anything interesting distract you?” Earth asked.

“I guess, I got distracted looking at some pictures, then remembered what I was supposed to be doing,” he replied as he sat me down on the counter.

“I like your toy, it looks rather nice,” Earth says, as she notices me on the table.

“Yeah, it is,” Lunar replied with a smirk. “So, what are we making?”

“Well, I was thinking that chocolate chip cookies would be an easy recipe to start learning,” Earth reasoned. “What do you think, though?”

“That sounds neat!” Lunar agreed. “What can I do?”

“Well, the first step to baking is always to get out the ingredients to make sure we have everything we need,” Earth explains.

I watch as Earth and Lunar get out the supplies and measure out ingredients. I kinda wish I could be helping, but I do my best to pay attention to what they are doing. I may want to know how to replicate the process someday by myself if it turns out well. At any rate, it would be good to know how to make food, just in case. 

As Lunar measures out the chocolate chips he slides a few onto my counter before mixing them into the batter. 

When they put the cookies in the oven they started to talk about things that happened during work,but they did not set a timer. I can see on the instructions that there was supposed to be one. I look at Lunar, but he is too caught up in the conversation to notice. A watch the clock as the minutes go by, but the time for the cookies to be removed arrives while they are still in conversation. I should let them know about the cookies, but I am not really supposed to be talking. 

I have an idea, I could fall over without arousing suspicion easily enough. That would at least distract the conversation. I do my best to knock into the mixing bowl as I land in order to make enough noise to gather attention.

“So anyway, then I said-” Earth was part way through saying when they heard a crash. 

Earth and Lunar looked over and noticed what had happened. 

“Oh no, your poor toy fell over? How did that happen?” Earth asked.

Lunar picked me up and began to wipe off the flour that got on me during the collision with the mixing bowl. He gives me a look over to make sure I was alright and I make a quick glance towards the oven.

Lunar seems to catch on because he asks, “When will the cookies be done?”

“Oh, well, wait. Did we forget to set the timer?” Earth asked, looking at the distinct lack of timer on the oven clock.

“We were supposed to set a timer?” Lunar asked.

“Well, yes, but I suppose I got a bit distracted,” Earth answered. “No worries though, I will just check to see if they are ready now.”

They were ready so Earth got them out of the oven and gave one to herself and Lunar. Lunar asked if he could take another cookie for later and she agreed. After a little longer of talking, she said goodnight and Lunar took me back to the room.

“That was fun, wasn’t it Luna?” Lunar asks as we enter the room.

I nod in agreement.

“What made you fall down earlier though, are you okay?” he asks.

“Oh, well I wanted to get your attention because the cookies were supposed to be done,” I explain, “but there was no timer. So I decided to improvise a way to get attention back to the oven.”

“So, do you know anything about before we met?” Lunar asks.

I really don’t know much about anything before, I wonder if there even is anything much to be remembered. 

“Not really…I wonder about it sometimes. Why was I even made or sent here in the first place?” Whatever the case may be, I do not know much of anything…Honestly-

“Well, I don’t know,” he replies, “but I am glad that you are here.”

Wait, what? Why? “Really?” I ask, a little surprised. I know he seems nice, but I really just showed up out of nowhere and am causing him a lot of extra work.

“Of course!” Lunar insisted. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, I cause you a lot of work finding food and answering questions,” I replied truthfully.

“You think I would mind needing to give you food and answering questions?” Lunar asked incredulously. “One, it really takes hardly any time to get you food. Two, I enjoy talking with you and questions are just another part of conversation.”

He really does seem to mean what he says. It is strange how relieved I feel just by hearing him say that, “Well in that case, I’m glad too.”

It is strange how relieved I feel just by hearing him say that. I suppose, self consciously, I was worried about what would happen if, for one reason or another, I was no longer here with Lunar to take care of me. Now, I suppose, I don’t have to worry about that anymore.

Lunar and I continue to talk about whatever random thing comes to mind. I usually let him lead the conversation, except when I have a question, which, admittedly, is a common occurrence. The main reason I find talking before bed fun is because we can finally just hang out together normally. However, I can feel myself starting to drift to sleep…

“Do you ever think about space, or is it just me?” Lunar asked, but he received no response. 

“I suppose it seems like you are asleep now,” Lunar says quietly as he puts Luna’s blanket on her and begins to think.

She seems to be getting restless staying hidden, but I do not want other people to know that she exists. The world is honestly full of dangerous and crazy people, like Bloodmoon or Ruin for example. As soon as people knew I existed all sorts of dangerous things started to happen, I even died for goodness sake! I want to keep her safe from all the chaos, but she seems to want to experience more.

He remembers what he felt when only a handful of people knew that he existed and all Luna has is one person.

Luna might not be complaining, but I can tell that she wants to be able to actually interact with the world and meet people. Maybe I should try introducing her to at least my siblings. I suppose I will try introducing her to the others properly tomorrow after work.

Unbeknownst to Lunar, “tomorrow” is going to be the day that Bloodmoon pays his visit.

[awwishfulthinking]

Last year I went to a cool gachapon/gashapon place and had a lot of fun. So I went back there this year and here is what I got:

I'll be honest, there were a lot more machines/gachapons that caught my interest last year. It seems that the shop is now prioritizing toys and gimmicky figures to appeal to a wider audience. Which meant a LOT less anime stuff. Which is understandable! But I just wasn't all that interested in the new stuff and spent under $30 there. Which is fine also, because I should be saving money.

First off, shark/cat hybrid figure. It's cute. I should have done a second spin to try getting the sleeping figure (since I also liked that one) but oh well.

Next up, an eraser thing that's shaped like food brands.

It even has "noodles" inside:

This is pretty neat and all but I'm not sure if it was worth 2 dollars.

Next up, this toy that came with stickers.

It's meant to be a little playhouse thing, which is cool. I actually wanted the Polly Pocket-esque version in the set instead, but this is fine. You can decorate the toy with the included stickers but I don't think they are going to stay on very long. Oh well. It's cute for what it is.

My favorite grab of the day ended up being this thing:

It's supposed to be an... oden scooping game? You can fill the pot with water (I am not doing that), and then you wind up the thing to make the pot spin. I love that it uses a wind-up motor and not batteries, so it can last longer.

I also grabbed a blind boxed figure before I left.

It's a little jellyfish friend filled with beads! It's cute.

I had fun overall but I think this will be the last time I visit this place. It's too far out of the way for me to justify a trip, especially now that they've pivoted to more toy-based gachapon sets over anime themed ones.

Also the blind boxed figures are. Really expensive. The jellyfish one I got was one of the cheapest ones there. I had been eyeing an eeveelution set but at $25 a box and with me not caring for about half the figures... that was just too pricey for me to take a chance on.

EDIT= I also tried the crane games and really wanted a turnip in a pot plush... but no luck this time lol

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Investigations (Part 6): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

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tw: NSFW

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"Mommy, you're getting bigger!"

The slapping of Kai's shoes on the wood flooring, his little body rushing toward you with his arms spread wide, is enough to make you forget the emptiness you felt like an ache in your soul.

"Kai, don't say that..."

Ran chastises him, coming through the door with the Paw Patrol bag slung over his suited shoulder.

"It's fine," you reply, squatting down to hold your son close. "He's just a kid." Ran doesn't respond. He just slides the backpack off his shoulder and shuts your apartment door, sitting it on the marble counter before walking around the fixture slowly.

"Packed five changes of clothes," he begins, ticking off his fingers. "Snacks and a water bottle. Some toys. And the books you wanted."

"Thanks," you whisper, unzipping the backpack to check if he made sure the clothes were matching this time.

"Y/n..." You sigh, feeling Ran's fingers slide up your hips and rest on your small bump. "You should really reconsider this. You're going to need help with the baby, and--"

"Ran." You don't face him; you can't look at his sad eyes. They're too convincing... Too alluring. You'd separated for a reason, not because you wanted to play coy. "We need to get through counseling before I can consider anything."

"I miss you." The words are like a siren's call to your heart, and you want to turn around. You want to hold him and kiss him and... But he'd just do the same thing over and over again. His lies would become more convincing, and you'd be in dire straits, all while sleeping next to a lying manipulator.

You decide the heartbreak isn't worth it.

"I'll see you on Sunday evening." Ran gets the hint. His hands slip away from your body and he says a soft "bye, champ" to Kai before walking out of the door.

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You remember the day Ran came to get you like it was yesterday.

Cliche, but true.

He'd stormed into the little home Taiju had allowed you to remain in, his violet eyes blazing with anger and betrayal. Taiju followed behind him, yellow eyes apologetic and maybe even a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, y/n," Taiju whispered, hanging his head. "I--"

"Pack your things." Ran grabbed you by the wrist, yanking you toward the room you'd just emerged from, but you snatched it back, snapping,

"Fuck off."

In a split second, Ran had his hand raised in the air, poised to slap the taste out of your mouth without a second thought. But he stopped himself, remembering where he was. Who he was with. And who you were.

Taiju yanked you behind him in the milliseconds between Ran raising his hand and the thought of slapping you crossing his mind, full of fury.

"You can hit me, but if you hit her..." The threat stood between the two men, holding them apart with the promise of violence beyond your rashest fears.

"I want a divorce," you croaked.

Ran's eyes softened, and his mind flitted from the "I" to the "want" to the "a" and settled on "divorce".

"Y/n, please, I--"

"I want a fucking divorce."

The drive home with Taiju was the longest drive you'd ever endured.

And then you found out... you were pregnant. The timing couldn't have been worse. You only told Taiju - mainly because he would end up being the godfather due to the circumstances - but when you asked for a divorce, you had moved out.

Ran committed to helping pay for your apartment while you looked for a job, but once you found one as an administrative assistant to someone your family knew, you rejected any and all payments. Kai was shared between the two of you without a court order (you got weekends, he got weekdays), and you'd gotten used to living on your own for the first time in over five years.

And Kai... Kai hadn't understood why Mommy wouldn't be with him Monday through Friday. But Ran tried to explain it in soft tones and gentle hand-holding, and somehow it sunk in that Mommy needed to "work" and Daddy would do most of the caretaking while you worked hard for your independence.

But as the weeks passed, signs appeared, and Ran caught on pretty quickly with his methodical calculations and scrutinizing eyes. And when he found out you were pregnant and hadn't told him?

You sat through a half-hour-long, tear-filled speech that emphasized that Ran would be a part of the child's life in any and every way possible. Through that conversation, though, you agreed to marriage counseling. So... maybe it was good that he found out the way he did.

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"Mr. Haitani, do you want this marriage to work for you or against you?"

"What kind of question is that?" Ran scoffs, crossing his arms.

"It's the kind of question that just might save you from being divorced and alone."

You can see Ran soften, uncrossing his arms and leaning his head on his propped-up hand.

"I want it to work."

"And Mrs. Haitani? Same question." When the woman turns to you, you feel something in your own heart crack, and for a moment, you think it's the pregnancy hormones that are making you cry. But you shake your head at yourself, wiping your eyes preemptively.

"I want it to work. For us. I don't want Kai to be without a father." A pause. "And I don't want to be without my husband." You don't see how Ran reacts because you're too busy sobbing into your own hands, feeling every single emotion you've held at bay come crashing down on you. But the large couch dips, and Ran places his arm around you, enveloping you in a hug as you weep.

"Then we need to rebuild trust before we can get to true reconciliation. Can I recommend something?"

"Please," Ran replies.

"Spend this evening just being honest with each other. Nothing distracting you two, just the two of you and your truth. Mr. Haitani, you need to be open enough to be honest and give her the answers to any questions she might have. And Mrs. Haitani, you need to do the same."

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You're sitting between Ran's legs, staring at the crackling fire while he rests his large hands on your knees.

"Ask me anything."

The floor is open. The first question that comes to mind is:

"How long have you been in gangs?"

"Since I was thirteen." Seventeen years... This is a way of life for Ran.

"You've killed a man before." A statement, not a question.

"Many. But never for fun." You turn to look at him, and Ran looks down at you, raising his brows. "Never. And very rarely these days." South.

"Did you ever think about leaving?"

"All the time. The first time was when you and I got married. Then when we had Kai... then when you found out."

"And what's stopping you?" Ran thinks long and hard.

"It wouldn't make you trust me any more than you do now." You nod, quirking your lips to the left. That is true. "But also... I want to provide for both of you. I can't leave without some consequences. And we'd never be safe. But I can provide safety for us if I'm in power."

That is also true.

"Can I ask a question?" Ran whispers.

"Of course."

"Do you really want to divorce me?" You stare at the flames again, the answer very clear for the both of you. You just have to say it out loud.

"No." Ran sighs, dropping his head on your shoulder.

"I can't be without you." You lean your head on his and close your eyes, letting his lips press against your skin. "Please, come home."

"When we finish counseling," you promise. "I'll come home."

"Can you stay with me tonight, though?" You hesitate, but Ran cups your neck in his hand, whispering "please" into your skin and you give in. What good is it to fight the thing you want? To fight the man you need?

You kiss Ran with everything that you are, turning around to embrace him gently. You run your hands through his hair, tugging the short locks slightly as he lifts you onto his lap and kisses you deeply.

"Never leave me again," Ran pants, running his hands up your back. "Please. I felt like I could barely breathe without you."

"Never break my trust again," you reply, and Ran hums softly, littering kisses all over your face. "And I won't ever leave you."

Your lovemaking is slow and thoughtful in front of the fire, Ran's hands holding your hips with feather-light touches, and swiping your hair away from your face whenever he can't see your eyes staring back at him. It's this type of sex that Ran seems to take the most pleasure in... the closeness, the sweetness, the passion... it's all wrapped up in his soul, and he's pouring it out to you without words.

"I want you to be happy here," Ran grunts, stroking your g-spot with his skilled length and kissing the swell of your breasts at the same time. "With me."

You moan, and Ran opens his mouth to speak again.

"And I want you to be safe." He pauses, swirling a nipple around with his tongue. "And warm..." Ran's hands move from your hips to your face, and he leans down to brush his nose against yours. "And mine."

"You're all that I am," you breathe, and Ran's eyes light up, remembering the part of your vows you had said on your wedding day, which were completely unscripted.

"And you are all that I will be." His reply makes you arch your back upward, and you shake as he brings you to your climax, stroking all of the right spots and tending to your every need.

"R-Ran..."

"Shhh... Kai's sleeping. Don't want to wake him, do you?" Ran teases as your body clenches around his cock. "Gotta be quiet or-- fuck, fuck... Oh, my god..." Ran shudders, cumming inside of you with stuttering hips and fingers gripping your hands in his. When you both slow your pants and come down from your highs, Ran pulls you up and onto his body, leaning back onto the soft, plush carpet - and still inside of you.

You both stare into the fire, tangled and merged with one another by a red thread.

"I can't let go of you," Ran murmurs, and you look up at him in question. A tear tracks from the corner of his eye, and you swipe at it, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"You don't have to." You lay back down on his chest, trying to remain awake and relish this time with him, but you feel yourself slipping, falling, crashing into a deep sleep, one you've needed for a long time.

[letarasstuff]

Where do you go?

(A/N): This is requested by an anon and based on this post.

Summary: How does Hotch’s daughter, who everyone goes to with their own problems, cope with her mother’s death two years later?

Warnings: Angst. Grief. Dealing with a loved one’s death

Wordcount: 2.2k

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“Hey (Y/N), I really need your help with Tim. Do you have a minute for me?” (Y/N) turns around to see a boy from her science class. It’s not like she knows him that much, they occasionally team up for small projects, there is nothing more behind that.

“Uh of course. I just had my last class, so I got time for you.” She smiles and lets him, Vincent is his name she thinks, rant to her about how his boyfriend doesn’t understand his needs.

This is nothing out of the ordinary for her, to be asked for advice. She simply is a good listener and gives good tips, the best even according to people close to the teenager. The problem is her limited knowledge on relationships. “Coaches don’t play”, Hotch tells her. And he intends on keeping it that way.

“That does really suck. Did you try to talk to him about it?” (Y/N) asks the boy in front of her. Suddenly he bursts into tears, describing how he only sees breaking up as a solution. She awkwardly pats his back and says encouraging words to him. That he will make the right decision, that he shouldn’t rush it and that he has to take his time.

After Vincent, or is it Gordon, calms down he looks up at the girl. “Thank you for listening. You were a great help, (Y/N).” He hugs her and leaves.

As she looks over the parking lot she spots her father’s car. Excitedly (Y/N) walks over and gets onto the passenger seat. “Hey, I didn’t know you pick me up today”, she greets him.

“We finished the case early and I was on the way home and thought giving you a lift wouldn’t hurt. Who was that boy? Is there something I should know?” Hotch looks at her from the side. But his daughter shakes her head. “Don’t worry, he is gay. He just needed a shoulder to cry on about his ruined relationship.”

“You do know you are not the school’s therapist, don’t you? At this point your classmates should pay you.” He tries to joke about it, but as a father he is worried. Since Haley died, (Y/N) took it upon her to make sure everybody is happy, no matter at what costs.

“I know, Dad. I’m fine and Alex feels better.”

A few days later (Y/N) sits in JJ’s living room, watching the mother go from one place to the next. “Food is in the fridge, so help yourself. Henry’s bedtime is in half an hour, please make sure he goes to sleep by then. He should be easy to put down, Will made sure to tire him out earlier. All important numbers are on the fridge. Feel free to watch anything on the TV.”

The teenager volunteered to babysit Henry, giving his parents a child free evening. “Thank you, JJ. We will rock this, don’t we?” She looks down to the boy on her lap, who nods his head.

“Good. Behave for (Y/N), ok?” The mother gives her son a kiss on the head. After Will’s goodbye the couple is gone.

“Ok, how about we get real comfy on your bed and I read you a story?” Henry nods again. He takes (Y/N) by her hand to his room. As suggested they lay down on his bed.

“Which one do you want me to read to you?” But the boy looks unsure all of a sudden. “Can we just talk?” Surprised the teenager nods. “Whatever you like, champ.”

“Uh okay, do you know Mommy is a bit… much? She is like there and the next second she is here and then she isn’t here for days. I- this is sooo annoying”, Henry rants to her. He is only three, so it is kept rather simple.

“Oh man, she must be a handful, champ. But you have to keep in mind that she really loves you and in the end this is the only thing that matters. Do you love her, too?” It hurts her to talk about a mother’s love, since her own passed away over two years ago. (Y/N) still misses her. She is sure it will never go away.

“Of course I love her.” Sleepily Henry cuddles closer to (Y/N), holding his plush toy near him. After that, he falls asleep safe and sound. The teenager waits for a bit, watching him scrunching up his nose every few minutes.

The next day at the BAU a knock is heard on the Unit Chief’s door. “Come in!”

“Hey Dad, I thought a little visit wont hurt”, the daughter enters the room. Automatically a smile appears on Hotch’s face. “Also, I thought a little help from Spencer wont hurt, too”, she adds with a laugh. “Last time I checked he was in Garcia’s lair. You might have a shot finding him there”, he tips her off.

“Thank you Dad, you are the best!” Not long after this she steps into the Technical Analyst’s office and is immediately greeted by the preppy woman being anything but preppy.

“What in heaven’s name do they think I am, do you know it (Y/N)? They want me to work faster and more efficiently and expect me to be all sunshine and rainbows while looking at the most gruesome pictures ever taken on a daily basis! Un-be-lie-va-ble!” The blonde walks back and forth, gesticulating wildly.

The teenager takes her hands in an attempt to calm her down. “Sit down and tell me from the beginning what you are talking about.” This ends in Penelope raging about some superiors for an hour. When she finally calms down, it is like she wakes up. “Oh my, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to load all that up on you. You don’t need that in addition to-” She suddenly cuts herself off.

“I’m fine, really. It’ll be like any other day.” The smile the girl struggles to put on looks pained. “My sweet sweet summer child, the second anniversary of your mother’s death is not like any other day. You are still allowed to grief, you know that, right?” Penelope hugs (Y/N), cradling her close to her chest.

“I know, Penny. Thank you for reminding me. But I have to go, I need Spencer’s help with my chemistry assignment. You know, gotta keep those grades up.” With that she makes a beeline for the bullpen, leaving a stunned Technical Analyst by herself.

Since Foyet Hotch worries about his daughter. He learned many things about her coping mechanisms in the last two years: She tries to do it on her own.

In times like this the similarity between him and (Y/N) frustrates him. Aaron also tends to deal with his emotions alone, in the safe space of his own four walls. With all of his qualifications he knows it’s not healthy and he slowly learns to let his feelings loose around people he trusts, typically his team.

The difference between (Y/N) and Hotch is that he knows when he reaches his breaking point and she doesn’t about hers. So in a situation like right now being a profiler comes in handy with the job as a father.

It’s the day. The second anniversary of a mother’s death.

Hotch already planned the whole day for his two kids. At first he wakes both of them up, a luxus he seldom is able to indulge. But for today he has called into work saying he won't be coming any time before ten.

The mood around the house is suffocating. Even the little boy notices the heaviness of the day and its meaning.

“Are you ready, (Y/N)? I’m gonna drop you and Jack off at school!” Aaron shouts standing at the foot of the stairs. “I’m coming!” The answer is heard faintly.

Not long after this the Hotchner Household is on their way to the youngest’s elementary school. “Behave and remember: If you don’t feel fine it’s okay. Just tell your teachers and they will call me and I will get you, do you understand?” The father looks at his son with a certain seriousness. “Understood”, the blonde boy confirms and gives him a hug.

When he is back onto the driver’s seat, (Y/N) speaks up. “I don’t feel good about letting him to school today. What if he suddenly gets overwhelmed? I don’t think his teachers are able to calm him down.” Hotch gives his daughter a glance from the side. Jack never showed any signs of what she just described.

“They know to call me. I also told him it's all right to let them call me. He is in good hands.” It’s quiet for the next few minutes. “Dad, this is not the way to school”, the teenager tries to alert her father.

“I know. You won’t go today. I called you in sick when you were in the bathroom. I got the day planned, be ready to be surprised.”

The first thing they do is having breakfast in a little niché café. They once visited it regularly with Haley, way long before Jack was born. The two of them sit down at a booth in the corner.

“What can I get you two sweeties?” A waitress asks, her notebook ready in her hands. While the father orders their usuals, (Y/N) lets her eyes wander. So many memories at once crash onto her.

“Do you remember this one waiter, who always got you a hot cup of chocolate for free?” Aaron says after noticing her sad look. The girl begins to smile through the tears forming in her eyes. “Of course. Mom always got nearly a heart attack seeing me down it like it’s juice. I-” Her voice breaks. The tears fall down and make their way over her cheeks.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to say anything. I’m here. For anything you want or need me. Because nobody expects you to be alright, especially on this day.” He takes her hand and looks her in the eyes. (Y/N) nods, leaning against her father’s shoulder. He puts an arm on her, keeping her closer.

“I know. It’s just- It still hurts. So so badly. I feel like she still is here, but that’s just not true and that hurts me more.” Silently Hotch motions the waitress to make the order to go, while rubbing his child’s arm. Because that’s what she still is, a child.

A child that went through much, especially for her age. When (Y/N) calms down a little, they make their way back to the car.

“I thought we are going to the BAU to distract you for a while. But I can call the team and tell them we are going to do a SPA day at home or something. What do you want?”

“Can we go to them? And maybe leave earlier to do face masks at home before picking Jack up?” There is no way the father can say no to her puppy dog eyes. “Of course, Honey. Anything you want.”

As soon as the doors of the elevator open to floor six of the FBI building in Quantico, Penelope Garcia embraces (Y/N) in a big bear hug. “My sweet sweet summer child. You are so strong, I admire you. We are so happy to have you here” she whispers into the teenager's ear. “Thank you, Penny. Thank you so much.”

Over the course of the next few hours (Y/N) visits everyone’s desk. At first she goes into the lair, where mountains of cookies wait for her. Then she sits at Spencer’s desk, listening to cute facts about sloths. But Emily is quick to steal her from the genius, bribing the girl with new pictures of Sergio. Derek takes the teen from there, pushing her through the office on a desk chair with wheels. Her father is able to hear her laughs in his office, which puts a small smile on his face.

After that (Y/N) goes to JJ, who has a drawn picture from Henry for her. “Will had to write ‘best babysitter ever’ for him”, the blonde explains, pointing at the picture. The girl smiles. “Woah, I think you got a little Picasso at home. Tell him I love it.”

Her last stop is Rossi’s office. The older man looks at her with a fond smile. “Do you know that I see so much of your father and mother in you?” Confused, she glances at him.

“You are as stoic as Aaron. You are determined. But you are also caring and loving, like Haley. You are a perfect combination of both of them. Just keep that in your mind.”

As mysterious as this seems, it somehow makes (Y/N) happy. Happy to know a part of her mother is always with her.

Soon the little family departes for their home. Not long after they bid their goodbyes, Penelope receives a picture of the Unit Chief and the teenager with pink glitter masks. The father is willing to do anything to make her smile, even when this means he gets a basket of various masks the next day for teasingly reasons.

[o-wise-corvid]

“Docking procedure complete. Please gather your belongings and face the starboard bay doors. Please disembark in an orderly manner. Thank you.”

The din that the passengers made was truly atrocious and Maul scowled, off-put by the noise. Even after a week of experiencing this twice a day, the grating jabber of too many voices, the scraping of cases on the floor, and the grinding of gears as the doors opened was agitating to say the very least. Melicent stopped what she was doing, amusing herself by chewing on a little plastic teething toy shaped like a wampa, and clapped her hands to her ears.

“I know,” Maul murmured to her, letting her hide in his neck. “It will stop soon.” And it was. She gave a relieved huff and then squeezed his neck with her little arms.

Maul smiled, holding her tightly. “I think we have done well this week, yes? Been scary enough?”

“Mhm,” Melicent hummed, yawning. It was hard work, being a baby in this galaxy where things were loud and she couldn’t nap with Papa all the time. “Papa… mm.” Papa had to look big and mean and scary all day… She was tired. Maybe Papa was. And he hadn't been able to bite anything at all today.

Shame.

Melicent held up her little chew toy, waving it a bit. She could fix that right away.

“You want a different one? We will go back to our quarters in a bit for lunch.”

“No… mm!” She pushed it at him.

“Oh. I… I am fine, that is for you.”

Melicent tapped the little lime-green wampa on Maul’s cheek. “Mmmmmmm.” And then hit him with a devastating pout.

So he took it between his teeth a moment, trying not to make a face because it was slathered in baby spit. “Thank you, precious. Thank you for worrying about Papa.”

She beamed at him as he tucked it into a belt pouch, cheeks pink from the praise. She had helped Papa. Like a big girl.

Papa’s warm hand shuffled over her curls. And her cheek got a kiss. Good. Very good.

“What should we have to eat, do you think? Perhaps some vitamin enriched formula for yourself and… perhaps that fish noodle stew I saw on the holo last night?”

Papa always said such weird things, things Melicent didn’t completely grasp. But they were nice things. She couldn’t exactly understand the words, but the feelings behind them… She could understand that. Warm and sweet.

“Mm! Mm!”

Giggles and playing noises were soothing, Maul had to admit to himself. The ambiance of garlic and onions cooking in a buttered pan, his knife slicing through his fish steak, the burble of boiling water, coupled with Melicent’s pretend adventures with her plush Wookie and the low murmur of holo-news was extremely domestic. Not something Maul had ever experienced before. But he liked it. Immensely.

He finished slicing the fish, placed it in the onions and garlic sauce, and covered that, then he added the bone flour noodles to the boiling water, glancing Melicent’s way. She had pinned the Wookie down and was chewing on its nose. Mighty little lioness.

Ondler had said they would be staying in the Onderon port for the night so Ondler could have the ship’s engines inspected, so he’d given Maul the rest of the day off. So all the little family had to do at the moment was relax, eat, and be comfortable.

Maul sank into the couch with his plate, propping one leg up for Melicent to cling to like a baby rancor. She’d been fed already and was getting sleepy, though she had started crawling up and down his leg in recent days. Building her muscles. Not to mention she loved it when he lifted his leg up a bit for her to ride.

Dinner was good. Simple, but with holos Maul had been watching lately, the flavor of the food was elevated beyond just meat and grains. Garlic was an amazing additive to nearly anything; Maul had never consumed food because of the taste and he was enjoying this new aspect of freedom.

Melicent gave his water grains and seared fish a sniff. But she was content to clamber up his leg and sit on his belly while he ate, jabbering not-words at the news cast as if she was giving her opinion on the coverage.

Maul set his cleaned plate aside, chuckling at her and supporting her back with a gentle hand.

“The latest from the Naboo blockade:” a voice spoke crisply from the warbling screen, “THE BLOCKADE HAS FALLEN.”

Maul looked up, interest piqued. He hadn’t even thought about the last mission Sidious had given him in weeks… how long had it even been? A month? Two?

“Jedi Knight Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi are seen here, escorting the Trade Federation’s head of security here, assisted a strike team of Naboo armed forces to retake the palace. We are also receiving reports that a boy accompanying the Jedi was instrumental in taking down the Federation’s central command craft by joining the Naboo Royal Spaceforce. The boy is unknown, by name, at this time.”

And there they were. Qui-Gon Jinn was a tall, block-shouldered human with long, gray-brown hair and a thick beard. His Padawan was shorter and slighter, his face a tense mask. There was a lightsaber burn on his shoulder but he kept a firm hand on the Twi’Lek woman between them.

Maul’s mouth fell open as he registered who that was.

It was Talon. His apprentice. The woman glowered into the camera, her yellow eyes ablaze. One of her lekku was sheared off a few inches from the tip. And she limped heavily. She looked exhausted and like she had been beaten severely… perhaps thrown about.

Maul swallowed hard and found himself curling his body around Melicent. She hummed and leaned into his chest, her curls soft under his chin.

What would have happened had he stayed, Maul wondered. He felt equal to any insipid little Jedi but… two, a team with years of trust and bonding to forge them together…

There was no way to know another future or another past. There was only the now.

“Papa?” Melicent patted his cheek, nuzzling her forehead a bit tighter against his neck. She yawned, settling in. Happy to sleep there for the night.

“Me too,” Maul agreed. “… I love you, little one.”

“Mmmm… Papa…”

[echo-of-sounds]

aftercare

Small drabbles of Aizawa, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog taking care of you after rough sex.

This probably isn’t as good as I could have written it. I just wanted to get something out for you guys after a week of practically nothing.

Aizawa Shouta

“Here.” A rice heating pad laid on your lower stomach.

You mumbled a small thanks. 

“Anything else?”

“Can you grab my purple blanket?”

Shouta hummed as he walked to the bedroom. He came back and tucked himself between you and the back of the couch, wrapping the plush blanket tight. His arm snaked under your pillow. His hand pressed the pad down for pressure.

Your hand covered his, stroking his wrist. “Thank you.”

“Of course. But as nice as that position is, I don’t like you feeling this strained after. Does it hurt?”

“Not a lot. It’s more uncomfortable than anything.”

He kissed your forehead, muttering quietly, “I love you.” 

Echoing his words, you turned into his chest, closing your eyes. The TV turned on, but you didn’t care about watching it, more content with his hand mindlessly rubbing your side and back. Kissing his collarbones, you snuggled closer, wanting to fall asleep nuzzled in his warmth.

You almost dozed when crinkling came from right beside your ear. Before you could open your eyes, something pressed to your lips. He breathed, “Open.”

You did, getting a soft chocolate cookie placed on your tongue. It’s gooey chocolate chips sweetly melted. After you swallowed that one, another was planted in your lips. You smiled, about to draw it inside. But Shouta’s teeth took it from yours. You could feel his smile as he did.

Looking up at him, you playfully chided, “That was rude.” 

“You took too long. Here,” he toyed and put a third between your lips. Yet you couldn’t eat that one either. He quickly nabbed it again.

“Stop.” You flicked his shoulder.

Yet another laid on your tongue. You instantly closed your mouth, protecting it. His lips covered yours, slipping himself inside. You gently pinched his tongue.

“Don’t bite me.”

Finished chewing, you defended, “Don’t eat my cookies.”

“Oh, I already ate all your cookie,” he smirked and kissed you, nestling you in his arms and the blanket.

Gang Orca

Sticky and exhausted, you collapsed to the bed. You caught your breath and cooled down while Kugo left the room, getting drinks and pain relievers. Rough sex with him was beyond amazing. But his size made the few following hours more than a bit uncomfortable.

A chime came from under the pillows. You found your phone hidden in the messy sheets. Before you could open the app, it was plucked from your fingers. “Kugo, my energy’s refilled.”

“Your game can wait. Relax for now.” He handed over water and pills. You said your thanks after swallowing them. 

You jumped a little when a cold cloth wiped the back of your calves and thighs, but it turned into a sigh as it moved up along your back, lovingly and tenderly. It continued when he turned you over, smoothing over your neck, shoulders, and breasts, softening down your stomach. Firm fingers kneaded your muscles, slowly drifting to your thighs and spreading them. A warm tongue lapped your extremely overstimulated clit.

“Don’t. It hurts,” you whined.

He licked the very top of your inner thigh, silently apologizing. He kneeled inside your open legs and wiped where his tongue just was. It calmly brushed high, up to the inflamed nerves again.

You tensed and grabbed his wrist. “It’s too sensitive.”

“Shhh.” He leaned down, nudging your forehead. “You need to be cleaned. I’ll be gentle.”

You nodded, giving him permission to sweep along you, gentle just as he promised. He sat back on his heels and spread your legs more. The cloth glided over the outside then between your folds, lightly cleaning the last of you.

“There you go.” The cloth and Kugo’s warmth left. Your attempt to stand ended with his hands on your shoulders, instructing you, “Lay back down, my love. I’m not done.”

His lotioned hands massaged your stomach, working along your sides, up to your breasts, mirroring the motions the cloth went in. Fingers pushed and worked your weak and tired muscles… 

He said your name. You rubbed your eyes, mumbling, “What?”

“You fell asleep.” He moved you up to the pillows and licked your cheek. “Get some rest.”

To stop him from turning and leaving, you reached for his hand. “If my game can wait, then your work can. Stay with me?”

Kugo didn’t fight back. He just crawled onto the bed and pulled you onto his bare chest. His heavy arms circled you safely. You curled up, running your fingertips over his cool skin. His tongue caressed your shoulder as you fell asleep in his hold.

Hound Dog

“Take these.” Pain pills dropped into your hand. 

You couldn’t say thanks because Ryo bundled you in a blanket and hoisted you into his arms. To stop him from walking out, you gripped his bicep, whining at his rugged movements, “Wait.”

“What?”

“Grab my blanket… and my Powerade.”

He grumbled but gathered both items. The blanket was flung over your head as he carried you. Your head bumped against his chest when he slunk to the couch. Digging your way out of the quilt, you complained, “You should be gentle.”

“I am gentle.” He reached for and haphazardly dropped candy into your lap. 

You intertwined your fingers with his. “Ryo, be soft with me. Please?”

His wet nose tapped yours. His tongue stroked your lips. He whispered, “I will. Only for you.”

Relaxing his body, he licked your knuckles. You kissed between his eyes, traveling lower, feeling his muzzle and cheeks twitch under your lips. A tender sigh heated your shoulder. He gently nudged your jaw sideways and opened your neck. Calmly and to make up for his gruffness, his tongue lapped along the bruises and splotches he created. They’ll take a while to heal, yet they were well worth it.

As he tasted and swept, you turned on the TV. Scooby-Doo was right there so you clicked it. The opening song caused him to perk up. He scowled but kept his crudeness inside when he said, “Not again. We watched this the other day.”

“That was Scooby-Doo! and the Witch’s Ghost. This is Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island.” You smiled at his eyebrow spasm. “It’s the best one, I swear.”

“Fine. But next time, I’m picking the damn movie.”

“Alright.” 

His nose bopped yours again. “You know I’m trying, right? I want you to feel comfortable. Gentle is new for me.”

“I know and I appreciate it every day.” You kissed his muzzle in admiration. “You’re getting much better.”

No carp or complaint came, just another nose touch. He popped the Twizzler’s bag and held one for you. You bit it with a giant smile, burrowing into his warmth for the night.

[just-here-for-the-moment]

The Wedding Night

Word count: 4900+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x “You” (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: Jack running his filthy mouth; mentions of virginity and defloration; mentions of lack of experience; gorgeous lingerie; one light spanking; fingering/F receiving; oral sex/F receiving; oral sex/M receiving; unprotected P/V sex in the context of marriage; breeding kink; mentions of anal sex; mentions of blowjobs/gagging; mentions of sex toys/dildos; alcohol; marijuana

@quica-quica-quica - My love, this is what my brain did when we talked about me writing something for you that was "Xtra filthy Whiskey with a little fluff" ... You can drag me off to horny jail now, LOL. My work here is done! :D

A very special Thank You to @babypedrito for beta-reading and absolving me of all of my horny-jail sins.

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"Are you nervous, honey?"

"No, I don't think so... well, maybe a little. Will it hurt?"

"Oh darlin' I hope not. I'll be real gentle with you."

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The wedding had been elegant and fun and a little flashy, just like Jack.

The sheer number of guests had been stressful, but you had been blissed out all day, letting Jack spin you around the dance floor as many times as he could at the reception. You didn't want to start your wedding night exhausted, so you and Jack had opted for a mid-morning ceremony followed by a lunch reception. Statesman had splashed out for all of the liquor and an open bar, but you had been so busy greeting your guests and smiling for pictures that you hadn't had time to sip a full glass of champagne, let alone eat anything. The minute you and Jack arrived at your honeymoon suite, he had placed an order for room service and given you orders to eat, shower, and take a nap.

God, you loved that man. He was sassy and stubborn, but he did take excellent care of you.

When you woke, the last of the evening sun was streaming through your balcony doors. You stretched and yawned. The bed was empty, so you wandered out into the sitting room. Poor Jack was half-undressed and passed out on the sofa in front of a muted football game, the TV remote rising and falling on his chest as he snored softly. You shook his arm gently, "Baby?"

His dark eyes popped open and he smiled at you. "Hey, darlin'. Did you get some rest?"

"Yeah, Jack, I did. Thank you."

"Well I can't have you all tuckered out before we even get started. Wouldn't be gentlemanly of me." He winked at you.

You smiled at him and fluttered your eyelashes. "And are we going to get started soon? I'll need to change into my wedding night ensemble."

He sat up and grabbed your arm, pulling you down onto his lap as you squealed.

"Do you have to change? You look just fine as you are, honey."

You laughed. You had napped in an old undershirt of Jack's and nothing else except your wedding and engagement rings. You cooed softly at him as you rubbed your hand against his chest. "But Jack, baby, I bought it just for tonight. We only get to do this once, and I wanted to make it special for you."

He scowled as if he wanted to say no. You decided to pout your lower lip out just a little and sweeten your voice. "Please, baby? Please let me wear my special lingerie for you. It's my first request as your wife."

He pretended that he was giving in resentfully. "Alright, darlin'. If it'll make you happy."

You kissed him on the tip of his nose. "Oh, Jack. I think we'll both be very happy." You stood up off his lap and he swatted your bottom playfully.

"Now, now. None of that." You shook one finger at him playfully. "Just give me a few minutes and you can go lie down in the bedroom while I get ready. I'll meet you in there."

You bounced into the bedroom to grab what you needed, then locked yourself in the bathroom to freshen up. You heard Jack groan as he stretched and got up from the couch, soft footsteps moving to the bedroom. You caught your own eyes in the mirror and grinned. This was going to be so good.

It didn't take you long to get dressed, because your wedding night "ensemble" consisted of just three pieces. You had purchased an ivory-white babydoll nightgown with a big satin bow centered between the lace cups. The gown's skirt was billowy and entirely sheer, and the satin-ribbon hem hit you just at the top of your thighs. The back featured a slit from the band all the way down, forming a flyaway opening. There was a matching ivory lace thong with an open crotch, and you had found coordinating ivory marabou slippers with a kitten heel to tie things off. You were dressed in two minutes. All that was left was a quick touch-up of perfume and mascara, and a few deep breaths.

You opened the door a crack and called out to him. "You ready, baby? No peeking!"

"I'm not peeking."

You poked your head out to see Jack sitting against the pillows on the king-sized bed, hands dutifully placed over both eyes. You slunk out the door and stood at the foot of the bed, tucking and tugging the last tiny adjustments to your outfit. You put your fists on your hips and smiled at him. "Okay, you can look now."

Jack pulled his hands away and you saw his eyes take a half-second to refocus on you. When they did, his jaw dropped. He gave you one long look up and down, and you giggled and spun once to give him the full picture.

"Baby doll," he bit his lip and looked hungry. "You look good enough to eat. You did all that for me?"

You laughed. "All what, Jack? There's hardly any material here."

"Don't I know it." He whistled, long and low. "You want me to leave it all on or rip it off of you?"

You gasped and giggled. "You know I don't know what I'm doing. I guess I'll have to let you decide."

“Oh, baby girl... ” he shook his head and got up off the bed. “I don’t know if I can be in charge of such an important decision.”

“Well then, let’s just play it by ear and we can decide later.” You cocked an eyebrow at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Because I am eager to get started.”

He smirked at you and tilted his head. “Is that so?”

“Yes, it’s one of the benefits of being Mrs. Jack Daniels. Now that you’ve made me an honest woman, I finally get to see what all the fuss is about.” You smiled shyly. “Unless, you don’t want to?”

“Now hold on a minute darlin’. You know I’ve been looking forward to tonight.” He kissed you. “I just want to do it right, that’s all. I wanna do right by my wife her first time.”

You bit your lip and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “I know you do, baby. I trust you.”

"Are you nervous, honey?"

"No, I don't think so... well, maybe a little. Will it hurt?"

"Oh darlin' I hope not. I'll be real gentle with you."

You smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Jack held you tenderly, taking his time and working your mouth slowly open before plunging in with an eager tongue. The kiss was nothing new to you. You and Jack had kissed like this hundreds of times… but now you were husband and wife, and it was your wedding night.

You let yourself melt into Jack’s embrace, and when the kissing got so good that you moaned, he smiled against your mouth. He moved his lips to plant kisses on your cheek and jaw and neck, murmuring to you in his low, gravelly drawl. “Are you ready?”

You nodded, and then released a breathy, “Yes, Jack. Yes, I’m so ready. Can we please go to bed?”

He pulled back. “Well, I need to know you’re really ready. We only get to do this once.”

You considered for a moment, biting your lip. “I do, I want to. But I’m a little nervous. Can I have some champagne? Just to relax.”

He nodded. “Okay, just one glass though.”

“Thank you, baby. I just want to relax a little bit, not get drunk or anything. I want to remember tonight for the rest of my life.”

He kissed your forehead. “Me, too darlin’.”

You sat on the bed as Jack went out to the living room to retrieve one of the “his and hers” champagne bottles that Champ had sent over, and two champagne flutes. He popped the bottle open and poured two glasses, then sat next to you on the bed.

“Cheers,” you said as you clinked your glass against his. “To us.”

“To us.” Jack sipped his champagne and wrapped his other arm around you, rubbing lazy circles into your back with his thumb. You loved his thick fingers and strong hands. You had seen what they could do with a dangerous whip and lasso, and you trusted him utterly with every part of your body.

When your glasses were empty, you felt a little looser, the edges of your nerves just barely blurred. You smiled at him and handed him your glass to set down on the bedside table. “I’m ready.”

He tucked his head down toward you, slotting his mouth over yours for a deep kiss. “Okay, we’ll get started. Lie down on the bed for me. Scoot back a little.” Jack stood up and faced you.

You lay back and scooted up so that your feet were flat on the bed. The hem of your nightgown slid up and pooled across your hips. Jack kneeled down on the plush carpet and stroked your leg with one strong hand. He lifted one foot and kissed the inside of your ankle softly. You shivered, and he repeated the action with your other ankle.

“Can I take these off?” He tapped the top of one slipper.

You lifted your head to look down at him. “Oh, yeah, sorry. I guess you should take them off.”

“Ain’t nothing to be sorry about, honey. You look amazing.” He slipped them off gently and tossed them theatrically over his shoulders, making you laugh.

“What should I do with my hands?” You wanted to know if you should be doing something other than leaving them palm-side down on the bedspread next to your hips. It felt stiff and awkward.

“Just relax,” said Jack. “You’re doin’ fine.”

You nodded, laying your head back down as he resumed stroking your shin.

“Can I touch you?” He slid his fingers a little higher, grazing the inside of your knee.

“Yes, please.”

He ran his fingers up to the inside of your thigh, sweeping your skin with a soft touch. Each graze of his fingers set your skin on fire, and you felt your anticipation build. You were getting wet; you could feel it, and you knew that it would help with what was coming next.

Jack paused his touch at the outer band of your thong, just at your pelvic bone. “Do you want to leave this on or take it off?

“I don’t know. Um, it’s crotchless, does that make a difference?”

“Not right now, but if it gets uncomfortable we can take it off.”

“Okay, just leave it on then... and thank you.”

“For what?” Jack stroked your lace-covered mound slowly. Little sparks of electricity flew everywhere, buzzing outward from wherever his fingers touched.

“For taking such good care of me. Especially on our wedding night.”

“Oh darlin’, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he drawled. “I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life. I love you.”

“Oh Jack,” you sighed. “I love you, too.”

“I’m going to touch you between your legs now. Just breathe and relax, okay?”

“Okay.”

You felt Jack’s fingers stroke down over your clit and pet you softly there through the lace before moving down. He hooked a strap of the open crotch with his finger and pulled it to the side. The pad of one thick finger paused at your outer labia and you bit the inside of your mouth nervously.

“You ready?” Jack sounded calm.

“Yes, please, baby. Please touch me.”

He answered by spreading your outer lips open and rubbing a line gently up and down over the inner labia, spreading moisture as he went. You were practically dripping for him. He pressed one finger against your opening and applied gentle pressure, letting your slick do the work of guiding his fingertip inside. You felt his thick finger enter slowly, and when it was finally all the way in you exhaled.

“Is that okay, darlin’?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. “Yes, you feel so good.”

“Okay, I’m going to put another one in. You tell me if it’s too much for you, honey.”

“Yes, Jack.”

He pulled his finger out to the tip and you felt its neighbor join it. The pair pressed into you again, slower than ever. You felt so good, all of your nerve endings sparkling, the wetness growing and growing as Jack worked you open. You could do this forever.

“How are you doing, honey?”

Your voice came out half-whisper, half-gasp. “Ohhhh, Jackie. I feel so good.”

“You sure feel good down here, darlin’. Makes me want to taste you.”

“You can do that?”

“Yes, ma’am. If you give me the go-ahead, I’ll eat you out like a Sunday dinner.”

You laughed, and more tension left your body. “Okay. Yes, please eat me… Wait, can I call it that?”

“If you let me do it, you can call it whatever you want.” He chuckled. “You ready?”

“Oh yes.” You flung your arms up over your head and stretched. “I’m ready, baby.”

Jack left both fingers inserted and used his free hand to open the straps of your thong wider. You felt cool air hit your clitoris and you shuddered. Then Jack’s warm lips met your intimate center and you moaned.

“Oh, Jackie. You feel so good. I can’t believe we’ve never done this before.”

He pulled back, sounding almost plaintive. “You said you wanted to wait until the wedding night, darlin’. I was just followin’ orders.”

“Well I’m glad we’re doing it now.”

“Me, too.” He kissed your clitoris again and you gasped. The contact sent sparks racing up your spine. Your legs shook and threatened to close around his head.

“Keep ‘em open for me, darlin’. I want to see this pretty pussy as I taste it.”

You shifted your feet a little further apart. “Is this good?”

“Oh, it’s good, honey. You should see yourself, all spread out for me on our weddin’ night. If I’d known you were going to look like this, I would’ve married you the day we met.”

You lifted your head to look down at him again. “Are you going to keep talking, or are you gonna eat me?”

He didn’t answer, but plunged his tongue out to flick your clit . Your hips bucked and he pulled his fingers out gently. He reached up and tugged at the front of your thong. “Can I take this off? It’ll be easier access.”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

He hooked the side straps away from your hips and you lifted your butt to help him slide it off. He threw it to the side and wrapped his strong grip around your thighs as he lowered his mouth to you again.

His kisses and licks were urgent, an open-mouthed assault on your tender and swollen pussy as you writhed and squeaked. His iron grip on your upper legs kept you anchored to him, even as you shifted across the bedspread. You had no sense of time passing; it could have been seconds or minutes later when you felt your orgasm build until you thought you were going to snap.

“Jack! Oh fuck... Jack, I’m gonna come. I’m coming for you now!” Your moans and shouts didn’t phase him, he just kept licking and slurping at you as your pussy throbbed and clenched around his tongue. He slowed his pace just a little as you climaxed, and kept holding you tight as he kissed you more gently, bringing you down with him as you finally relaxed.

You came back to yourself after a few moments, your breathing slowing into something more normal. Jack lifted his head and relaxed his grip on you. “How was that, honey?”

“Oh, Jesus, Jack,” you gasped. “For chrissakes. I think I saw stars.”

He chuckled and stood up. His face was wet from nose to chin, mustache slick, hair mussed and eyes twinkling. He was absolutely wicked. You couldn’t believe he was finally yours.

You sat up and hugged him around his waist, resting one ear against his tummy. “Ohhh, thank you, Jack. That was absolutely wonderful.”

He petted your hair as you squeezed him. “You’re welcome, baby girl. Do you feel good?”

“Yes, Jack. Oh, I feel amazing.”

“Do you want to try now?”

You pulled away and looked up at him, eager to try anything he wanted. “Try what?”

Jack took a half step back and shed his suit pants, then his undershirt and briefs and socks. You watched as he undressed, taking in the sight of his strong arms and hands. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, growing bigger by the second. When he was naked he gave himself a few lazy pumps and then cupped your chin with his free hand. He looked deep into your eyes with that calm, authoritative manner of his.

“You just kiss it around the tip a little and then open your mouth, darlin’. I’ll show you what to do after that.”

You grinned and nodded up at him. “Okay.”

You looked back down at him, at his fist wrapped around the base of his hard, dark cock. Every pump of his heart was sending more blood to his erection. The head of his penis was nearly maroon, and you wanted more than anything to give him the release he had given you so freely.

You leaned forward hesitantly and placed a few soft kisses to the sides of the head, next to the slit of him that was growing damp. Tiny pecks turned into softer smooches, and Jack waited patiently while you got your fill of the experience. The sensation of his velvety skin on your lips was enticing, and you found yourself moaning and drawing out the kisses for longer and longer.

Finally Jack tapped your shoulder, indicating you to stop. He brought his large hand up to cup your chin gently. “You ready, honey? You can open up if you’re ready to try.”

You nodded and opened your mouth obediently, as wide as you could, tongue hanging out. Jack laughed gently.

“Relax, darlin’. You don’t have to unhinge your jaw. Just open up like you’re going to take a taste of something delicious, ‘cause you are.”

You relaxed, letting your mouth close a bit. Jack placed the tip of his penis just inside your lips and took his hand off your jaw. He let it rest on your tongue and then he slowly slid it from side to side as he shifted just a bit deeper.

“You can suck on it if you want, real gentle.” Jack’s voice was encouraging, his drawl low and husky.

You closed your lips gently around the head and gave one experimental suck, like a lollipop. Jack pumped his fist up and down gently, “That’s it, darlin’, real slow and soft.”

You switched between soft sucks of the head and open-mouthed licks, feeling awfully pleased at the huffy breaths and moans that were coming out of Jacks’ mouth above you.

“God, honeybee. Is this your first time giving a man a blowjob?”

“Mmm-hmm,” you hummed.

“Well, darlin’ you’re doing just fine.” Jack brought his free hand to cup the back of your head. “Are you ready to go deeper?”

You flicked your eyes up to him, giving him a wide, innocent stare as you pulled off. “Deeper? How deep does it go?”

“Oh, all the way, darlin’. I think you can fit all of me into that sinful little mouth of yours.”

You looked from his dark eyes to his penis and back again. “Are you sure? I won’t choke on it?”

“Oh, no. I’ll be gentle, honey. We’ll go real slow and get you used to it.”

You nodded and opened your mouth again. Jack placed the head of his penis back on your tongue and you closed your lips gently around it. He removed his fist and then placed both hands on the sides of your head.

“Go slow, honey.”

You looked back up at him to see that he was gazing at you tenderly, enchanted by the sight of his cock disappearing into your soft mouth. He grinned softly at you. “Just go slow.”

You closed your eyes so that you could concentrate on it. He held your head gently between his big hands as you relaxed your jaw and throat, trying to take him as deep as you could. When the head hit the back of your tongue, Jack held it there and moaned soft praises to you.

“Oh baby girl, you are just perfect. Look how I fit in that sweet little mouth of yours.”

You glowed at his praises and pressed just a bit deeper. When the head hit the back of your throat, Jack made a soft hiss and pulled himself out.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Did I do okay, baby?”

“Oh honey, yes. You did great, but if we keep doing that I’m not gonna last long, and we won’t get to the main event.”

You giggled. “Okay, where do you want me baby?”

“Why don’t you lie back on those big pillows and just relax, darlin’.”

You scooted up to the top of the bed and lay flat. “Like this?”

“Yes, darlin’. Just like that, pretty as a picture.” Jack knelt on the bed and crawled up to you. He reminded you of some jungle cat stalking its prey. He was going to devour you.

“Do I need to take my nightgown off?”

“Only if you want to, but it won’t get in my way.”

You nodded. “Then I’ll leave it on, I like it.”

“That’s fine with me, honey. Are you ready for me?”

You nodded vigorously. “Yes, Jack. I’ve been waiting so long. Please.”

He lay next to you and stroked you from hip to breast, cupping you through the lace before running his hand back down. He lifted the hem of your nightgown and pressed two thick fingers to your entrance. “You’re still so wet for me, but I have lube if you need it.”

You shook your head, “No, I think I’ll be okay.”

He assented. “Alright, but if you need it, you just say so and I’ll stop.”

“Okay, baby.” You cupped his jaw and kissed him deeply. “I love you, my husband.”

His face broke into a soft smile. “And I love my wife. Can’t believe I’m so lucky.”

“To find a virgin for your wedding night? Something special to deflower, that no one else has ever touched?”

“No, just to find you.” He kissed your forehead. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Even if you weren’t a virgin I’d still love you, still be the luckiest man alive to have you on my wedding night.”

Tears sprang to your eyes at his tender words, threatening to overspill. “Oh, Jack. I love you so much.”

He continued caressing you with his fingers. “I love you, honey. You think you’re ready for me now?”

“Yes, Jack, please please please. Right now.”

“Alright.” He shifted up to hover over you. “Just open your legs and relax your hips. I’ll be extra gentle.”

You did as he asked, releasing one slow breath out through an o-shaped mouth. He pressed the tip of his penis to your opening, then looked at you one last time with eyebrows raised for permission. You nodded and said, “Go ahead.”

He pressed in slowly, stretching you open. He felt so big and hard and glorious as he slid between your walls. The wetness in your core provided so much glide that he got all the way inside before you even realized it. He bottomed out and stopped, holding himself up on his arms to look into your eyes. You could feel your own slick mixed with Jack’s saliva drip down between your cheeks.

“Are you alright, darlin?”

You smiled, “Oh, I’m more than alright, Jack. My husband just took my virginity on our wedding night.”

He leaned down and kissed you. “I’m going to start moving in and out now, but if you need me to stop, just say so.”

You nodded. Jack started easing his hips in and out, and you could feel every steel inch of him sliding in and out. You felt another orgasm starting to build. “Oh, Jackie, I think I’m going to come for you again. Can you touch me down there?”

He shifted back to his knees and reached one broad thumb to swipe your clit. “God, honey, you’re so wet for me.”

You barely heard him as the room started to get fuzzy. You felt the dam threaten to burst, and you managed to gasp out, “I’m co-” before you bucked your hips again and came hard, clenching around his cock as he slowly pumped in and out.

“Oh fuck, baby girl. You should see yourself. That greedy little pussy is trying to eat me alive. I’m not gonna last much longer. Can I go faster?”

You moaned, “Oh my god, yes. Go for it.”

Jack took his finger off your clit and pumped just a little faster. “Oh fuck, baby girl. Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside, Jack. We’re man and wife now. You can fill me up and I’ll give you gorgeous babies.”

“Oh honey, I just want to fuck you and watch you get so round. You’re going to be pregnant before you know it.”

“Yes, Jack! Yes!”

“You gonna have my babies? You want all of me?” His words were exhaled in rough gasps. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. You won’t be able to get rid of me, you gorgeous girl. Gonna carry a part of me around with you for the rest of your days.”

You felt one more impossible rush of slick dripping from your pussy at his words, and you simply moaned, incapable of speech.

Jack suddenly fell onto you, face buried in your neck, and you felt him thrust hard and then stop. Something hot was releasing inside your pussy, and you whimpered and stroked the back of his head.

“Oh, Jack. I think I love you.”

He groaned into your shoulder, the words muffled. “I love you, too, darlin’.”

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“Jesus Christ, Jack. That was amazing.” You took a sip of your champagne and passed the joint over to his side of the bed. “That was better than that time in Cancún!”

Jack laughed and choked on his toke, then passed it back to you. “God, I loved Cancún.” He took a long drink of champagne. “Was that the time I fucked you so hard the neighbors called the cops?”

You giggled. “No, that was that shitty little hostel in Amsterdam while we were on assignment, remember?” You took another puff and thought while you held it in, then you blew out a long string of smoke. “No, wait, it was Belgium.”

“That was fun.” Jack grinned to himself. “Remember Italy?”

“Which time? The yacht off the coast, or that blow job outside the Colosseum that one time at 3 a.m.?” You passed the weed back to him.

“Oh, Christ, honeybee. I forgot about the Colosseum.” He took a long toke and another thoughtful sip from his glass. “But that yacht was fucking amazing. I was balls-deep in you under that blue Mediterranean sky. God, you were so sexy in that little swimsuit you were wearing. Made me wanna marry you right there.”

“Aw, you old softie. You’re such a sweetheart.”

He handed the roach back to you to finish. “Remember L.A.? You looked so good gagging on my cock in that bathroom, mascara runnin’ all down your face. I almost felt bad it was a convenience store. I should have taken you back to the hotel first.”

“No way! That was hot. I had that plug in my ass all day, and you did me just fine when we got back. I couldn’t sit right for three days.” You threw your head back and laughed, nearly upsetting the bottle of champagne and the Altoids tin full of joints sitting on your lap.

Jack reached a hand out to steady the bottle. You fished a fresh joint out of the tin and closed the lid. A thought occurred to you as you lit it.

You exhaled and turned to him with wide eyes. “Holy shit, Jack. I should’ve bought my vibrating panties. Maybe we can run out tomorrow and buy a new pair.”

“Nah, they never get you off right. You said they move around too much.” He took the joint from you and drained the last of his champagne. “How about a new vibrator instead?”

“Okay, but tomorrow night it’s your turn to be the virgin.”

He exhaled a huge lungful of smoke and passed the joint back to you, waving his hand to indicate he was done. “Alright, but you have to promise not to be gentle. Can we do college professor and failing student?”

“Mmmm…” you thought for a moment. “Yes, but only if I get to spank you.”

“You got it, honey.”

You leaned over and kissed him. “God, I love my husband.”

He smiled at you and took your empty glass. “I love you, darlin’.”

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Kinktober Day 24-Those Who Don’t Wait

Pairing: Choi Jisu/Lia x Lee Taemin

Prompt: Soft, Bratty Sex Teasing

WC: 1k+

Genre(s)/Aus: Smut, Non Idol AU, Established Relationship, Werewolf Hybrid Au,

Tws: Swearing, Mentions of Past/Current Injury

Sws: Brattiness, Slick, Clothes Ripping,Grinding, Teasing

a/n: ngl i started writing this and half way through remembered it was supposed to be soft so uhhh we goin to tease town and we’ll save the hard dom shit for Day 25 mwah

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“Can we go do something?” 

 “Of course, as soon as I’m finished working, Lillie.” 

 Lia puffed her cheeks out, watching as Taemin went back to training with the younger wolves. She knew, deep down, she was being a bit of a brat here, wanting to tug him away from his duties, but she couldn’t help it. 

 They’d reunited for the first time in so long, and her fresh mate mark still tingled pleasantly against her neck.

 It didn’t help she was watching him move about half-naked and it made her normally solid patience wear thin. 

 They could wait another day to train, right? Eunyoung or even Johnny could come and train them or whatever. 

 In hindsight, she realized she may have been a bit selfish with those thoughts, but she’d unpack that later. 

 “Oppa.” 

 “Not now, Lia.” 

 Lia huffed, eyeing his back. Some of the other wolves cast glances at her, but they all knew if Taemin was going to politely turn her down, they had better focus-

 “Fine, I’ll just go play with myself since you don’t wanna.” 

 Lia’s voice slipped over the link without thought, and she watched Taemin’s back tense for a moment before he looked over his shoulder, his one good eye zeroed in on her. 

 “Sit right there, Lia. I said I’ll be done in a bit and we can play all you want later-”

 Lia looked at him, and a small voice in her head told her she should probably not be testing him like this. That she should be patient. Taemin was a doting and caring lover and she knew her needs would be fulfilled. All she had to do was wait. 

 That’s all. 

 That’s...too bad. 

 “No.”

 Taemin arched a brow at her, his eye narrowing at the challenging tone. 

 “I’ll go play with myself then. Since you don’t wanna make me cum, I’m sure the toys will do it.” 

 Was that mean? She didn’t know if that was mean or not-

 Taemin’s jaw tightened ever so slightly as he stood to his full height, turning fully towards her. 

 “Taeyang, go ahead and take over training.” He kept his eye focused on Lia, slowly making his way over to her. She felt her heart leap in her throat at how small she was as he stood over her, his one good eye a deep turquoise. 

 Taeyang looked at the two before motioning for the young wolves to follow him away from the mated duo, to give them privacy. 

 “Get up. We’re going.” Taemin’s plush lips pulled up into a smile as he extended his hand, but Lia still felt her heart flutter. 

 It was tense, a small underlying rumble vibrating from his chest as he waited for her to take his hand. She stared at it for a moment before turning her head away and standing herself. 

 Taemin’s smile didn’t falter, though she could feel a thrum through their link as she brushed past his shoulder. 

 Moving faster than she could blink, he grabbed her hip and pulled her back against his chest, tilting her head up so she had to look back at him, his eye dark and his scent thick with both lust and adrenaline. 

 Oh, good. No anger. Though that didn’t calm the racing of her heart as he silently stared at her. 

 “You’re really misbehaving today, aren’t you?”

 “So what if I am?” 

 Taemin chuckled and leaned in close. 

 “Then I’ll have to punish you, of course.” 

 He’d let her go and it took every part of her not to whine, surprised by the way he’d taken the lead, walking ahead. Lia swallowed thickly and bit her lip, following behind the older omega, her scent undoubtedly excited. 

 Keeping up this act was certainly a challenge in its own right, as the look in his eyes combined with the thick desire rolling off of him made her want to crack. It was only curiosity that kept her going with the act, she wanted to know what the ‘punishment’ would be. 

 She got her answer the moment they stepped in his cabin and closed the door, as he turned and grabbed her blouse, ripping it clean down the middle. Lia yelped in surprise, eyes widening as she looked up at him, backing up against the door as he pressed his palms to either side of her head on the wooden door. Taemin’s eye closed for a moment, seeming to take a second to collect himself before he opened his eye back. 

 Lia panted ever so slightly, staring back at him. 

 “You wanna use toys so bad, by all means, lets see how well they satisfy you.” 

 Lia let out a startled shout as she held onto him, eyes wide as he carried her to their room. She bounced a bit on the bed when he set her down, slowly taking his time stripping down. A direct contrast to the way he’d ripped her clothes without a second thought. 

 “Take your pants off.” 

 Lia felt her hands move on instinct, big eyes looking up at Taemin, her wolf keening and pushing her to drop the act and present. Taemin must have noticed, if the way he’d tutted was anything to go by. 

 “Lia, what do you say when it’s too much or you want to stop?” 

 “Black rose.”

 “Good.” 

 Taemin pulled her pants off with ease, pushing her thighs apart. 

 “No wonder you couldn’t wait. You’ve soaked your panties through and your pussy is glistening with slick. Is this why you’re so impatient? Hm? Not even in heat yet but your body is craving my cock like you are.” Taemin tilted his head, chuckling lightly as he leaned down to blow lightly on her cunt. 

 Lia whined but didn’t deny the accusation, instead letting her legs fall apart more. Taemin ignored the implication, slowly rubbing between her folds. 

 “What was that you said earlier? ‘If you won’t make me cum, I’m sure the toys will’, right? We’ll that’s not very kind, is it?” Taemin hummed, pressing his lips to her neck. 

 Lia wanted to apologize, even though she knew Taemin took it in stride. Instead, the moment she opened her mouth, more sass fell out. 

 “I had to get your attention s-somehow. You weren’t paying attention to me.”

 It sounded ridiculous. She wasn’t even this needy normally-

 “No, baby girl. It’s not that I wasn’t paying attention, it’s that you couldn’t be patient.” He hummed, kissing down to her chest. He took one of her nipples between his teeth, repositioning himself so he was between her legs, moving his fingers away from her clit and replacing it with his cock. Slowly, at an almost methodical pace, he rut down, watching her face for any sign of discomfort as his cock ground between her folds and against her clit. 

 “Inside-”

 Taemin chuckled, breath ghosting over her nipple, making goosebumps rise on her chest as he looked up at her, his eye glowing brighter than the setting sunbeams streaming in through their curtains. 

 “No.”

 Lia whimpered, though she figured if she kept complaining, he may very well stop completely. Instead, she reached up, tangling her hand in his hair, gently pushing his eye patch off and pressing a kiss to his covered eye. 

 The tenderness of the action must have done the trick, as Taemin rolled his hips faster, gently kneading and groping her other breast as he moved his lips up to her neck, kissing over their mate mark. 

 “I’m gonna roll us over. If you wanna cum, you can work for it.” 

 Lia held onto his shoulders, hair sticking to her body as she settled herself on top of him, pressing her palms to his chest. Her thumbs traced over scars that had long since healed over as she let rolled her hips back and forth. 

 Taemin watched her with a hooded eye, grabbing her hips and letting her take over. 

 “O-Oppa I’m sorry. Don’t be mad, okay?” She moaned, finding her rhythm and the perfect position, her clit running along the entirety of his cock with every roll of her hips. Taemin hummed, chest rumbling in satisfaction at the sweet friction and the smell of her scent making him lose it just a bit. 

 “I won’t. You gotta keep moving your hips, though, baby. Go ahead, make us both cum.” Taemin purred. Lia nodded and rocked faster against him, shaking ever so slightly as she felt a coil tighten in her gut. Taemin’s hands found their way to her ass, squeezing and assisting with a steady push and pull, watching as her slick covered his cock and made her hips kick up faster than before. 

 He tightened his grip on her ass when she came, nails digging into her skin ever so slightly as he kept moving her hips.

 “T-Taemin! F-fuck, Oppa nnn don’t stop-”

  He came a lot quieter than she did, his head falling back against the sheets and a small pleasured sigh slipping from plush lips as he came, ropes of cum making a mess of her pussy and his own abdomen. 

 Taemin held her when Lia slumped forward, pressing a kiss to her head as she caught her breath, gently nosing his neck and smiling at his scent. Taemin rubbed her spine, waiting a long while until she finally could lift her head. When she did, he arched a brow, kissing her nose. 

 “You’ve caught your breath, yes?” 

 “Mmhm.” 

 “Good. You can get ready for round two, I never got around to actually punishing you.” 

 Lia perked, her tail wagging ever so slightly as she felt the urge to challenge him rise again. 

 “Oh nooo,” She lamented, a smile on her face the whole time. “Not a punishment~”

 There was a spark of chaos in Taemin’s eyes as he picked her up, settling her across his lap with her ass high in the air. 

 “Well, then. If you’ve got the energy to be a brat, I surely hope you’ve got the energy to count~”

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CHLOE MY LOVE! congrats on 4.6k -- honestly not sure how you don't have a million more followers because your blog and your writing is freaking brilliant! so happy to have formed a genuine friendship with you :') brb getting emotional. anyway! for your event, could you write a little something with my love george with a few different prompts? is that allowed? 3 and 8 from angst, 10 from fluff? who's surprised, i'm all fluff, congrats again my darling you deserve it all x

thank you so so much angel!! 💕 of course i decided i had to do a fake dating drabble for you erica, i got v carried away with it too so hope you like a super long drabble that turned into practically a whole fic - enjoy! ❤️

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3. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

8. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

10. “Because I love you.”

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Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 1884

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“I need you to date me.”

In shock, you dropped too many of the porcupine quills into your potion, making the liquid turn a nasty shade of green and sizzle as it practically exploded across the table. You sighed frustratedly, grabbing your wand and cleaning up the potion before turning to the person who spoke - one half of the Weasley twins and one of your best friends, George Weasley - who apparently found your reaction extremely amusing.

“I beg your pardon?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. The hint of a smile was still etched onto his face as he leaned forward, “I need you to date me.”

You felt yourself grow warm at the thought, “You’re joking, right?” “For once, I am not,” he shook his head, “I um, I told this girl I couldn’t go to the Yule Ball with her because I had a girlfriend who I’m going with instead. Except, I don’t have a girlfriend. So you can see my dilemma.”

“This may be a stupid question but... if you don’t have a girlfriend, why did you tell her you do?” You raised an eyebrow, half curious, half amused.

“I didn’t want to be rude and just tell her no because she was really sweet. So now I need to find someone to date me, and I thought of you,” he explained with a shrug, playing with some of the potion ingredients you’d left at the end of your table.

“There are so many other girls you could have-“

“I don’t want anyone else, I want you,” he said almost desperately, before sighing downheartedly, “C’mon, it wouldn’t be so bad, and it wouldn’t have to be for long! Just until the Yule Ball. It’s not like we’d have to pretend that much! I spend most of my free time with you as it is.”

“How do you know I don’t already have a date, huh?” You asked, beginning to start your potion all over again before Snape got the chance to scold you.

George’s face dropped and his jaw clenched, “What do you mean? Who asked you?”

“Well, no one. But my point was, what if they had?”

“Then you’d tell them you’ve been given a better option - me - and that they were never good enough for you. You know, the truth,” he nodded triumphantly, running a hand through his hair.

You shook your head at him with a smile, glancing up at him before your gaze travelled back to your potion.

“So what do you say?”

You pondered it for a moment, before replying, “Fine.”

George broke out into a large grin, wrapping his arms around you and very nearly swinging you around the room in excitement, “Darling, you are the best! I owe you big time!”

“Yes, you do. Now, do we have any rules we need to discuss?”

“Like what?”

“Like, I don’t know, a backstory, how we got together, how far we’d go with PDA - I vote not too far if I’m honest,” you said nervously, toying with the hem of your jumper.

“Well I vote the opposite, I think we should have lots of PDA constantly, all the time!”

“George,” you said warningly, though you couldn’t help the way your lips curved into a smile.

“Fine,” he dragged out the last syllable, “I can only think of one rule. A very important rule that I’m sure you might have a hard time not breaking.”

“Go on?”

“Whatever you do, don’t fall in love with me!” His eyes widened dramatically as he pointed at you. “No chance of that happening, don’t you worry,” you laughed, stirring the potion.

“Well that was rude of you,” he said in mock hurt, a hand on his heart as he pouted at you. You cracked a smile and shook your head, “Oh be quiet will you, and pass me the rest of those porcupine quills, I have to finish redoing this potion that you made me ruin.”

“Nagging me already,” George mumbled, “We really are a couple.”

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You realised pretty quickly that you were wrong about there being no chance of falling for George. So very wrong. Turns out the chances of falling for George Weasley were 100%, because somewhere between being his friend and being more, you fell head over heels in love with him.

If you were honest with yourself, you’d had feelings for him before the whole fake-dating, but figured you’d mistaken them for feelings of strong friendship.

Now you knew - you didn’t want to be his friend, you wanted him to snog you against a wall as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

And all of this was because of one simple kiss. You hadn’t expected it, didn’t know it was going to happen. All you knew was that one minute you were walking down the hallway with George’s arm around your shoulder - not even for show, really, he just walked with you like that anyway - and the next, your back was against a pillar, your eyes widening as you stared up at George, feeling yourself growing warm.

“W-What’s going on?” You stammered out, heart pounding as you lost yourself in his brown eyes, suddenly getting the urge to run your hand through his ginger hair and pull him by his tie down into a kiss.

“She’s watching,” he murmured, nodding subtly down to the end of the hallway. You couldn’t see anyone, but took his word for it as you figured you were just overwhelmingly flustered from the proximity.

And suddenly you realised what position you were in: his hands either side of your head, trapping you between his chest and the pillar, your own chest barely an inch away from him and his legs brushing against your own.

Your breath hitched in your mouth, noticing how his eyes flickered from your eyes down to your mouth before moving back up again. Your lips parted a little, chin tilting ever-so-slightly upwards as you waited to see what he’d do.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He murmured, and suddenly his lips were on yours, pulling you into a desperate kiss, him cupping your cheek to bring you closer, his other hand sliding down the pillar to grab your waist.

This wasn’t a kiss from someone who was just a friend. This was a kiss that made your toes curl, set your skin on fire and made you want more - so much more.

And in that moment you realised you loved him. You didn’t want to go back to being George’s friend, not when you knew how his lips felt against yours, how his hands felt holding your waist.

He’d finally pulled away for air, still pressing shorter kisses to your lips as you both breathed heavily, and you dragged a hand through his hair, just how you’d imagined.

You knew, right then, that you were in love with him. All of a sudden, and very very full on.

After that, you suddenly noticed and admired everything about him, from the way he laughed to the way he bit his lip as he glanced your way.

And the thought of breaking this whole dating thing off - something that you’d both planned to happen the day after the Yule Ball - made you feel sick to your stomach. The thought of never kissing him again made you want to scream.

You couldn’t imagine going back to being friends. Not when you’d had a taster of what it was like to be George Weasley’s girlfriend.

You argued with yourself, one half of you wanting to end it with him now in order to save yourself further heartbreak, and the other half wanting to continue for as long as possible. It was all you could think about, from the moment you woke up in the morning to the moment you went to sleep at night. And you decided you couldn’t keep going like this, it wasn’t fair to you.

You couldn’t keep pretending you weren’t in love with the ginger boy.

And so, when you found yourself sat in his common room late one night two weeks after that first fateful kiss, sharing one of the red plush couches with him, his leg pressed next to yours and your heart racing, the rest of the students already in their dorms, you decided to be honest with him.

“George?”

“Yes?” George waited for your reply, however at the silence, he looked up curiously, finding you chewing on your lip in thought.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, concern seeping into his voice as he looked at you, noticing how restless you appeared, how lost in thought.

“I um.. yes? I mean no,” you frowned, “I mean- I don’t know.”

He shifted, his body tilting towards yours and he grabbed your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips so he could press a kiss to you knuckles, “What’s wrong, what’s going on?”

“I can’t pretend anymore, Georgie,” you whispered, afraid if you spoke any louder your voice would fail you.

“What do you mean, you can’t pretend? You’re scaring me, princess, please tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours,” he frowned, hating the idea of anything even remotely bothering you.

“I can’t pretend to be your girlfriend anymore.”

And suddenly George felt like he’d been winded, a pain in his chest he could only liken to heartbreak, if he was to be so dramatic.

“What?” His voice was small, especially in the silent room. He wanted to know why. Had he done something wrong? Made you feel uncomfortable at one point? He’d hate himself if he had.

“I can’t pretend because- because I fell in love with you,” you breathed out, lips trembling as you stared at your clasped hands, “This isn’t pretend for me anymore, this is real! And it’s scary, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

There was a silence and you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him, not wanting to see the look on his face as he tried to come up with, you presumed, a way to reject you.

“You wanna know why I asked you to be my fake girlfriend?” He asked suddenly, squeezing your hands and waiting for you to nod slightly at him, before continuing, “Because I wanted a reason to ask you to the Yule Ball without being rejected. Because I wanted to spend even more time with you, to have a glimpse at what it would be like to date you. Because-because I love you.”

Your felt your heart skip a beat as you finally looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he smiled at you.

“You love me?” You whispered.

“Always have, I reckon.”

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you allowed him to pull you closer to him, “Well I guess it’s definitely a good job I fell for you, huh?”

He grinned cheekily, biting his lip as he replied jokingly, “Well, I don’t know really, I mean, I thought I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Yeah, well,” you spoke, letting a soft smile creep onto your face,

“As it turns out, I just couldn’t help myself.”

[yungbud]

Could you do some Y/N x Dom ddlg smut?

Word count: 2.6k

TW: Smut including, Daddy kink, throat fucking, bondage

A/n I wasn’t 100% sure where you wanted this to go so I tried to do a little bit of both. If you wanted it more rough or more soft i’d been happy to rewrite it for you, just shoot me a dm/ask with the direction you’d like me to take it and it should be up within the week <3 hope you like it though.

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Dom stood in front of you, hard dick standing at attention, his tip red and swollen.

You would’ve helped. Really, you would’ve. You wanted to, even, but Dom had left you with your hands completely tied…

Well, literally.

It all started when he stayed late at the studio one night working on the album, and then another... And then another… His fans were practically begging him to take a night off, but he just wouldn’t. Sometimes he wouldn’t even bother to come home at all, heaven knows if he even bothered to sleep.

The fact was, with Dom gone so often you got a bit lonely. You’d tried explaining this to him in passing but he was just so caught up in his work, promising that when it was all done he’d spend nothing but time with you. The promises always seemed to fall flat, project after project withholding his attention from you.

And then you remembered… 

You and Dom had an array of sex toys, a fond memory attached to each one. Dom also had a certain set of rules for you when it came to sex, and by assosciation said sex toys, one of them being that you were only allowed to touch them if he was there to watch you. 

This rule fell through about a month in when you realized he was never home to watch you… Which also meant he was never home to catch you. You figured, he’s having fun working on his album and you deserved to have a bit of fun of your own too. 

With not much left to do you’d been abusing this rule like it owed you money ever since. It was actually a lot of fun. It took a little getting used to at first, you missed Dom and wished he was here to do it instead, but pretty soon you were getting off all on your own and you even used a heating pad and stuffy for the post orgasm cuddles you were missing. 

Of course you still loved and missed Dom, and would be glad to return to normal as soon as possible, but for the time being you were perfectly fine with your little situation.

You had a pretty productive day cleaning the house, you were now working on dinner, something small since you’d probably be the only one home to eat it. You worked strategically around the kitchen, cleaning up as you went, and once your food was safely in the oven and the timer was set you had a little over half an hour to kill. Wandering into the living room, you searched for the remote, finding it on the couch where you plopped yourself down and began scrolling through netflix.

God, there’s never anything good on here, you thought, it just isn’t what it used to be. You remembered when netflix had everything, and now everything had spread onto their own respective streaming services.  You clicked the tv off, staring at the wall for a moment as you went over the things left to do in your head.

There’s always instagram or twitter, but those tend to piss you off in one way or another and there was nothing good on youtube.

Your thought about how your day went, reviewing everything mentally and you realized what you could fill your time with. A reward for all your hard work.

You practically ran up the stairs, wanting to fit in as much you time as possible before you had to return to make dinner.

You started off slow, squeezing your breast and pretending it was Dom instead, trailing your hand down your body until you hit the waistband of your shorts, slipping them down your legs and haphazardly tossing them across the room. You gently rubbed yourself through your underwear, pressing a few teasing fingers against your entrance. Taking a deep breath, you slide your hands up and down your thighs, allowing your eyes to close and your body to fully relax before reaching over, wrapping your fingers around the small, pink vibrator that was sat beside you on the bed, shifting it on and pressing it against your clit.

Inhaling a sharp breath at the feeling, your hips moved along with your actions. Soft moans fell from your lips, taking a moment to rid yourself of your underwear before continuing. You tried to imitate the motions of Dom, pretending he was laid next to you and whispering dirty things in your ear, encouraging you to continue. 

His plush lips pressed against your neck, leaving bites in his wake that would surely show up tomorrow. His tattooed middle finger coming down to press inside you, pumping it in and out a few times before curling it inside you.

He seemed so far away, and yet closer than you thought.

What you hadn't known was that Dom had chosen to come home early today so he could spend dinner with you, and he was standing in the doorway watching as you slid the vibrator up and down your glistening pussy, whimpering his name.

“Hm, dinners ready.” Your actions snapped to a pause in shock “Oh don’t worry, love. I got it.” 

Your eyes opened slowly, unsure if you really wanted to acknowledge the scene in front of you. 

Dom stood in front of you, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed as he stared you down.

“S’that?” He questioned, knowing damn well what it was, but wanting to hear you admit it. You wrapped your hand tightly around it, a futile attempt to hide the item in your hand. Dom tilted his head disapprovingly at this, walking over to you and peeling your hand open to take it from you, clicking it off. He cleared his throat, putting it on display for you, his gaze boring into the side of your head as he waited for an explanation. 

“Nothing to say for yourself?” There was A moment for you to plead your case. Nothing. “Alright, fine.” He says, sitting on the bed motioning for you to lay over his lap. You looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent in a silent plea. When his stern look didn’t budge you complied, perching your ass into the air a bit. 

“Are you going to tell me what you were doing, or am I going to have to get it out of you?” Dom asks, his hand rubbing soothingly over your ass.

“I was masturbating.” Dom hummed, his hand coming down in a sharp smack against your ass.

“With?”

“A toy.” another, his hand smoothing over the already reddening skin.

“Which?”

“I’m not supposed to do unless you’re here to watch me.” twice in a row this time

“So, let me get this straight. You knew you were being disobedient, and decided to do it anyway?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well, at least you’re telling the truth.” Dom said, leaning down to whisper in your ear “‘fraid you would’ve been better off lying, love.” His hand coming down thrice more on your already raw ass. Your teeth dug into your lip as you tried your best to hold back the squeaks that clawed their way up your throat.

“Do you want me to count, daddy?” You offered, trying to earn yourself a few brownie points.

“No, I’ll stop when I’m good and damn ready.” And he did exactly that. Although he didn’t ask you to count, you did so anyway. You found it helped to distract from the pain. You got up to around twenty when he finally stopped, leaning down to place a kiss on your red bottom. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, but when you were genuinely in trouble with Dom, when you had so blatantly disobeyed him, the spankings came across as a bit more of a genuine punishment than normal. He wanted it to be sexy and feel good, but he also wanted you to know that your behavior was not acceptable. 

“Your ass is so red. Does that hurt?” He asks, concern lacing his tone

“Yes.” You whimper, pouting back at him

“Awh, you poor baby. Probably should’ve thought about that before you decided to break one of my rules.” He said, smacking your ass once again. Shoving you off his lap, he left the room, leaving you alone on the bed, staring at the ceiling as you waited patiently for him to return.

You hadn’t actually seen him as he walked back in the room, only acknowledging his return when you felt his hands wrapping around your wrists. Before you realized what was happening your wrists were tied to the head board, your gorgeous boyfriend hovering over you, pulling your shirt up to admire your tits.

“Since you got to get off, it’s daddy’s turn.” He said, pulling his pants down just enough to pull out his swollen prick, jerking it off inches from your face. He tapped your jaw, your mouth opening at his command, slipping his dick down your mouth slowly. You were gagging before he was all the way in, staring up at him from your place on the bed. He groaned at the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat, your gags only encouraging his thrusts as he fell into a rhythm.

“Oh fuck, princess.” He moans, hand wrapped up in your hair, tugging at it lightly, his hips moving methodically as he ruthlessly fucked your throat.

There was a string of spit from your throat to his tip when he pulled out, Dom’s hand coming by to swipe it out of the air. He sat up a bit, placing his balls in your mouth as he continued pleasuring himself, his head hung back in pleasure. You lifted your head in an attempt to return his tip to your mouth, but Dom crawled off of you and stood beside the bed instead.

And there you were, with Dom stood in front of you, hard dick standing at attention, his tip red and swollen.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You say, choking back tears

“Then why’d you do it, princess? Hm? Just such a horny slut you couldn’t help yourself? You know what I think? I think you did it on purpose because you thought I’d never catch you. I don’t think you’re sorry for doing it, I think you’re sorry you got what you had coming for being such a disobedient little slut.” He hummed, swiping a piece of your hair behind your ear “But thats okay, because I promise” He says, his tone sinister “that after tonight you won’t need to touch that pretty little pussy for awhile.”

“No, I really am sorry for disobeying you, I promise.” You plead, letting your hips flatten against the bed.

“So are you going to tell me why you did it or just keep apologizing? Because only one of those is going to get you anywhere but a wheelchair tonight, pretty girl.” You avoided eye contact, focusing on the pattern of your bed sheets as you tossed the thought around in your head, hesitating to tell him what had really been going on.

“You’ve just been gone for so long and you’re never home anymore. It gets so boring and lonely being here by myself all the time and I wasn’t able to get myself off and you weren’t here to do it so one night I reached into the drawer and I used one of the toys and it just felt so good… ” You rambled, tears welling up in your eyes as the feelings of resentment and loneliness poured out of you all at once. Dom stopped for a moment, untying your hands and moving you up to a sitting position, enveloping you in a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, princess. I hadn’t even thought of it like that.” His lips connected with yours in a soft kiss, his hand coming up to hold the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. When he pulled away he left a series of kisses all over your face, an apology after each one.

“Come here.” He whispers, pulling you on top of him.

His lips connected with yours as he began pushing himself in, waiting for you to move against him before continuing his actions. His strokes were long and slow, making sure you felt every single inch of him. His lips leave small kisses along the length of your neck, hands gripping at your ass, your own scratching down his back.

“Well, I guess I’m here now.” He jokes, reaching over to grab the vibrator, pressing it firmly against your clit. You were already close from before, the punishment only adding to the little ball of pressure you could feel building in your tummy.

Pathetic, needy whimpers slipped past your lips as your orgasm came over you. 

“I got you princess.” He whispers, you can feel Dom twitch inside you as he comes up on his own, releasing inside you with a heavenly moan. He remained inside you, allowing the two of you to ride out your highs, before pulling out and collapsing next to you. It took you both a moment to catch your breath, but when you did Dom was the first to speak.

“Okay, new rule.” He turned to you “You’re allowed to use the toys when I’m going to be consecutively busy, but if you can I want you to call me, or if I'm busy send me photos. Daddy loves to see his little girl getting off, I don’t wanna miss a thing.” He says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Come on, lets go eat.” You said, attempting to sit up, but being pulled back down by Dom.

“Dinner can wait, you need a bath.” He says, picking you up and carrying you into the en suite bathroom. He set you on the counter, mindful of your bum, before turning to heat up the bath water. He turned back to you as he filled the tub, kissing you softly on the lips as he waited. You denied his offer to pick you up and set you in the tub, opting to walk the step and a half there yourself, sinking into the inviting water and letting it soothe your ache.

He seemed extra protective of you, your words obviously going to heart. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so caught up in his work and left you home all alone feeling like that. Worse yet, you’d expressed these emotions to him before and he shrugged them off. He was determined to make it up to you.

Dom let you pick a bath bomb, watching as you marveled at the colors. He dragged his attention away from you eventually, once again leaving you alone in the room.

When he returned he had a plate of food in his hand, setting it on the edge of the tub for you and playing with your head as you ate, asking you how you’d been while he was away.

He waited for you with a warm towel when you were ready to get out, tentatively drying you off. He allowed you to dress yourself, sitting on the edge of the cabinet as he watched. After dinner and your bath, he tucked you in, placing a kiss on your forehead and promising to be there when you woke up in the morning, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you drifted off to sleep.

[a-snow-decahedron]

Old Diary

Undertober2021 day 12: knifes and cotton stuffing.

Warnings for: implied past child abuse, slight alcoholism, implied food insecurity.

I apologize in advance for any weird grammar in this one.

Read on AO3

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05/11/201X

Dear diary:

Chara has been a little quiet lately. They are polite to me and Asgore, but I am afraid they do not feel eager to talk to either of us. However, I think they get along with Asriel very well. I heard them playing with Asriel in their room. He even asked to borrow one of my robes, wanting to do something called “role playing”. He seems happy with his new sibling.

I noticed something odd. One of the small containers with food went missing. I do not think it is something to fret over, but I will leave this note to remind myself to check the cupboards again.

Good night, friend.

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08/11/201X

Dear Diary:

I am very worried about Chara. They are eating, but they always leave half of their plate. A potato or half of their slice of pie. They even left half of the chocolate dessert we made today. But before I can say anything, they always smile and offer to wash the dishes. They are fast in the task and leave without a word.

We are sitting in the living room. Gorey is outside gardening, and the children are playing a board game on the table. I should probably go prepare for the monthly visit to our royal scientist. I will be back later, my friend.

Later that night:

Oh no! The page I just wrote was ripped! I must have left you open on my reading chair. I will amend this, do not worry. The preparations went very well. But our time will be short today. Gorey seems to have something to tell me.

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He lost one of the knives he uses for cutting vines. He is worried sick and so am I. We suspect one of the children took it, but I cannot imagine why. I just went to their room. Asriel and Chara were having a pillow fight. They were both wearing shorts and short-sleeved T-shirts, breathing exhausted when I walked in after knocking. Asgore and I tucked them both to bed. One of Asriel’s plush animals is on Chara’s side of the room. Perhaps it is a present? They asked to sleep with it.

None of us found anything, and both children looked unharmed. Tomorrow we will have to figure out what to do.

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09/11/201X

Oh Chara, they ripped the pages again. They ust have sneaked into my room.

Dear friend. I slept well last night, despite the worries. I believe the mystery was solved.

Asriel ran into my room, sobbing and clinging to the soft cotton stuffing of one of his toys. He yelled, blaming Chara for it. When I went into the room, Chara was hiding their arms behind their back, head down. The plushie they slept with yesterday was poorly hidden behind a pillow.

What have they done?

I knew I could not approve such behavior, so we decided to have a talk with the children in the living room. Gorey stepped in, offering Chara a paw in invitation. I went looking for Asriel, and hugged him until he calmed down.

The situation was quite different than I expected. Asriel woke up to the sound of Chara stuffing the toy with things and cotton spilled on the floor. Asriel took the knife away from Chara, but they did not let go of the stuffed toy until we walked in.

Asgore brought the stuffed animal, and Chara took out its contents. It was food, and they clung to it tightly.

The sight broke my heart. We did not realize they felt unsafe. They did not want to speak about their reasons. They were a scared child and family should never be the cause of their fear. I do not know all they have been through. But we will do all that we can to help them. For their good.

Chara, if you happen to read this. We love you. You will always have a roof, food and a loving family to be there for you. You will be fine.

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Toriel passed her claws gently through the pages, the soft light from the fireplace casting shadows around the old living room. She skimmed through some of the entries in the old diary, written before her exile, until she found a small gap of ripped pages. She sighed and closed the book, not wanting to continue.

She took a long sip of her wine, hoping it would drown out the voice in her mind insisting she failed to protect her children.

[uwuwriting]

Breaking in pt.2 w/ Aizawa, Shinsou and Bakugou

Request: Hi!! SoooOO I recently found your stuff and it's safe to say I am ✨obsessed✨ I LOVED the post you did of the BNHA reacting to someone breaking in with Hawks, Dabi and Todoroki. I was wondering if you could do another one with like Shinsou, Bakugou and Aizawa. I feel like Baku would throw mad HANDS. love your work stay stuff and have a good day x - anonymous

Okay I too love rescue fics and being kidnapped or held hostage is one of my favorite tropes. Throwing your kids in the mix is immaculat at least for me because I’m a die hard fan of domestic AUs. So of course I’m gonna write this trope again with these three idiots. I enjoyed writing the previous one so hehheehehehhe. Love ya. 💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: some descriptions of violence, some crying but fluff/comfort in the end. 

Aizawa Shota II a son (Kaito)

-He was running late. 

-He hated running late.

-Today the class had extra training hours and it lasted longer than he expected, so much so that he had to call for someone to fill in his spot on patrol tonight. 

-In reality he really wanted to spend the night at home with you and your 2 year old son, canceling his patrol because the kids didn’t finish training was just an excuse. 

-He had shot you a text informing you that he would be home tonight but a little later than usual. 

-You had just picked up Kaito from his aunt when you got Aizawa’s message. 

-You were excited to spend some time with your husband. 

-Between your time teaching and his midnight patrols, the only moments you truly got to spend with him were in between the classes or when he came home for dinner and then immediately left. 

-You knew he felt bad leaving the two of you alone for so long and you knew he beat himself up for missing precious time with his son. 

-Opening your apartment door you were met with complete silence which was odd. 

-Usually your three cats, Mochi, Mocha and Coco would meet you at the door, mewing and purring at your feet, Kaito always wanting to be put down so he could pet them. 

-Now though none of them came and you immediately knew something was up. 

-Your spidey senses were tingling. 

-Setting your stuff down you held Kaito closer to you as you slowly walked around your living room and kitchen. 

-Nothing seemed amiss.

-Kaito let out a small whimper and shifted in your grip as something moved behind you.

-Just because you retired from being a hero doesn’t mean your skills have disappeared. 

-Oh no, as a new mom you were hyper aware of your surroundings and you easily dodged the blow that was aimed at your head. 

-Whipping around you came face to face with a hooded figure that seemed more like a burglar than a villain. 

-The dude's eyes quickly landed on Kaito and he let out a shaky breath. 

-They definitely weren’t villains.

-People were aware of Aizawa’s family and any villain who tried to get to him through you would have known about Kaito’s existence. 

- “Shit…. Yo she has a kid!” 

-Another one came pounding from the hallway, eyes quickly landing on the baby you had clutched to your chest. 

-Letting out an exasperated sigh the second intruder rolled his eyes, grabbing an umbrella from the hanger and slowly making his way towards you. 

-  “Just knock her out and tie her up, put the kid in a crib or something.” 

-You weren’t about to let them touch your son, they wouldn’t even be able to come remotely near him. 

-Activating your quirk, thrumming filled the air as you were prepared to fight them, to keep them away from the crying child in your arms and that’s when you saw him. 

-He is always so silent, his footsteps so gentle on the marble floor of your apartment that you have convinced yourself that he is indeed half cat at this point. 

-Aizawa was burning holes at the back of their heads, hair up as he activated his quirk, cancelling theirs. 

-You kissed Kaito as Shota let his capture tool fly across the room successfully trapping the two burglars. 

-In six strides you were next to him, checking for injuries on each other while simultaneously trying *and failing mostly* to calm your 2 year old down. 

-The police were called, naming this whole incident as a random burglary and not a scheduled attack, relieving both of you; you didn’t wanna move again. 

-That night Kaito slept in your room, cuddled on Aizawa’s chest as you were nestled under his arm. 

-Three fur balls were curled at the foot of your shared bed, purring away lulling you to sleep. 

-You found those three locked in your bathroom.

-Apparently Mocha had scratched the living hell out of one of the burglars and they had locked all of them in the bathroom for safe measure.

- “I’m sorry for this.”

- “Burglaries happen Shota, it wasn’t your fault. I’m glad you came when you did, fighting while holding Kaito would have been kinda difficult. I think I might be getting kinda rusty.”

-He stroked Kaito’s plush cheek before letting out a sigh. 

- “I have never seen him cry like that. When he sees me he always calms down but now-”

- “He was scared, Shota. He saw them before I did and the whole situation shook him up. But he’ll be fine, he’s got us.” 

-Giving you a kiss and then placing another one on his son’s forehead, he closed his eyes, arms tightening around the both of you a little. 

Shinsou Hitoshi II a daughter (Kei)

-Hitoshi had been to every single pharmacy in the area searching for Kei’s medication. 

-She had gotten sick and you had asked him to fetch some antibiotics your pediatrician had suggested you give her if her fever didn’t go down.

-Now, Hitoshi was getting desperate. 

-It was the flu season and almost all the pharmacies had emptied their shelves from this particular antibiotic. 

-He was ready to pull his hair out. 

-Apart from that, he also hated leaving you alone like this. 

-You both needed him at the moment and he wasn’t helping at all. 

-Kei was suffering from her fever while you were about 7 weeks pregnant and he was out here running around like a maniac. 

-In one last desperate attempt he entered another pharmacy and to his surprise they had what he was looking for and he was out the door in a flash, leaving the store without giving the clerk enough time to say a single ‘thank you, come again.’ 

-Sprinting home, he dashed into your apartment complex and up the stairs, fumbling for his keys as he neared your door only to find it already ajar. 

-Slowing down he looked at the open entryway; he was sure he closed it on the way out. 

-Why hadn’t you closed it? 

-Pushing it open he came face to face with a disheveled living room, Kei’s toys scattered everywhere while one of your armchairs was knocked over. 

-A small whimper suddenly pierced the air and Hitoshi would recognize his daughter’s cries from anywhere. 

-A deep voice told her to shut up which was answered by your angry voice threatening to beat the living shit out of them if they touched her. 

-With silent steps, Hitoshi tiptoed to your daughter’s room where he could hear the talking only to stop dead in his tracks when shuffling came from your bedroom. 

-Another figure emerged from your bedroom halting once they saw Shinsou. 

- “What th-”

- “Sleep.” 

-Without bothering to check if the intruder passed out, Hitoshi pushed open the door, his anger radiating all around him at the very thought that someone had touched his family. 

-The second person whipped around at the sound of the door opening, eyes wide as they met Hitoshi’s, fumbling to activate their quirk. 

-They made the fatal mistake of speaking though and soon they were unconscious just like their friend, laying on the pastel carpet of Kei’s room. 

-In one swift motion he had Kei in his arms and untied your wrists, rubbing the irritated skin and checking for injuries. 

-Kei wouldn’t calm down, her grip on his shirt turned to iron once the police dragged them out of your house. 

- “I wish I could beat their ass.” 

- “You know you can’t use your quirk right now kitten.” 

- “Yeah but they pissed me off.” 

-Your doctor had forbidden quirk use during the pregnancy and that’s why those two morons had managed to catch you. 

-The scowl on your face had become almost permanent and Shinsou couldn’t decide if he should find it cute or terrifying.

-Kei became attached to Hitoshi’s chest.  

-Hitoshi refused to let her go just like she refused to let him go, staying in his embrace for the rest of the day, any attempt to get her away from him resulting in tears. 

-You are kinda salty but some ice cream will fix that. 

Bakugou Katsuki II A son (Tatsuo)

- “Okay kids, you have a nice weekend and don’t forget to finish your family portraits for Monday. Tatsuo and I would love to see them.” 

-A multitude of goodbyes came through the screen as your kindergarten class, some of your students even opened their cameras to wave at you and your son who was sitting on your lap. 

-Tatsuo babbled back at them, little byes leaving his lips as he too waved back at your laptop. 

-Being in quarantine wasn’t that bad for a kindergarten teacher. 

-Your online classes weren’t difficult to manage and you got to spend more time with your two year old son. 

-The class loved seeing him and would ask if he was joining them each morning. 

-Closing your laptop, you hugged your mini Katsuki as you started heating up his milk. 

-You were humming, gently rocking him as you waited for the milk, giving him stray kisses here and there just to see his little nose scrunch up reminding you of Katsuki more and more everyday. 

-Checking your phone for any new messages, you let out a sigh at your husband’s message saying he was coming home; that was thirty minutes ago. 

-Hero work didn’t let up despite the quarantine. 

-Bakugou was as busy as ever, leaving first thing in the morning and most of the time returning home late in the afternoon sometimes staying out even after midnight. 

-Today though he had managed to get off earlier than usual, promising to cook for both of you tonight. 

-You knew he wanted to spend more time with Tatsuo and the fact that he was gone for the majority of the day was eating him up. 

-He was so worried that he was neglecting his son; he even convinced himself that Tatsuo would soon come to hate him. 

-Your son on the other hand was attached to Katsuki’s hip, always searching for his dad in the morning and beaming when Katsu came home. 

-He could never hate him. 

-The sound of the door opening snapped you out of your little Katsuki infused dream state. 

-Turning around you expected to see your husband in the living room, arms stretched out as he smiled at the two of you. 

-But you were met with three strangers; three hooded strangers holding a crowbar and two bags. 

-It was a staring contest for a solid five minutes before either of you moved. 

-One of them noticed Tatsuo and nudged his “coworker” who then informed the leader of the trio. 

- “Better not make a sound sweetheart, I’d hate hurting that pretty little face of yours.” 

-He took a step forward only for you to take a step back, until your back hit the cupboard. 

-He let out a chuckle and motioned for his rookies to search the place as he continued walking towards you. 

-Tastuo was gripping your shirt, eyes trained on the man, his brows downcast in anger. 

-Your phone lit up on the counter and in one swift move you grabbed it, pressing your emergency call button as the intruder rounded the counter. 

-You sprinted for the front door just as Katsuki picked up only to be grabbed by one of the other two and dragged back inside the house, Katsuki’s yells echoing through the phone. 

-Now you are aware that your husband is one of the top pro heroes. 

-You know that in order to rise to the top charts in this industry you need to have certain attributes like strength, tactical thinking ….speed. 

-You felt him more than saw him. 

-You were wrestling to get the hands of the intruder off of you when you felt the windows rattle. 

-And before you knew it, your husband had tackled the man holding you to the floor, knocking him unconscious with a single punch before pouncing on the other two. 

-Tatsuo was letting out small hiccups as tears rolled down his cheeks, his grip on your shirt never wavering but he refused to sob. 

-He had his father’s pride okay? Even at the age of two. 

-Katsuki had you both in his arms in a flash, calling the police before checking both of you over for injuries and what not. 

- “Did they hurt you? I swear I’ll kill them if they did.” 

-  “We are fine Katsu, just a little shaken.” 

-The moment Tatsuo was in Katsuki’s arms he began to cry, burying his face in his dad’s chest still holding on to your shirt. 

-It took an eternity to calm him down and even longer to put him to sleep, even though he was sleeping in your bed. 

-The next morning Katsuki was on the news for marching to the police station and beating the living hell out of the burglars. 

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