#send some asks!! i'd love to talk more about writing!!

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Different Anon, but ever since you brought up nerd!Noah, I can't stop thinking about Noah asking you to do a couple's cosplay with him to an anime convention 🥺 he's so nervous to ask you! What if you think it's weird and cringe? What if u leave him because if it?

Finally he get the courage to ask you. He's so nervous and and stumbling over his words with a huge red blush on his face.

"Hey... y/n... so um... I wanted to ask you s-something..."

You look up at him, confused. What could he possibly be asking you that has him so nervous?

"S-so the con this weekend... um... people like to dress up as their favorite character to these things, its called cosplay a-and um... I-I was wondering if m-maybe you'd want to dress up as Sasuke and Sakura from Naurto with me." Noah looks away, scared of your answer. You smile at him, that's what he was nervous about? He's such a dork. You use your hand to gently turn his head towards you. His face is warm from how hard he's blushing. You give him a a kiss on the cheek.

"I'd love too." You say before smiling up at him. Noah almost jumped out of his skin cuz of excitement. He quickly jumps on his phone and starts looking for the cosplays.

hey anon, thank you for sending your ask and i'm sorry it took me so long to get to it💕

Oh Imagine the nerves, this poor boy is sweating hours before he gets to see you at work and ask you.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d write down what he wants to say, practice it at home so he knows what to say when he’s talking with you.

He already has the idea of characters he’d like to go as in his head, thinking of what clothes and accessories you could wear so you don’t have to have too much work with it, it will be enough if you go, he’ll get everything else solved.

The convention is happening on Saturday, so he has to ask you on Monday, the earliest the better.

He parks his car and before he gets out he repeats what he wants to say one more time.

He leaves his things in his office and then goes to make coffee for both of you, but instead of bringing to your desk he texts you to meet him outside (because he’s shy to ask in front of others).

“Good morning.” you say cheerfully when you approach him.

“Good morning.” he says back and hands you your coffee.

“Thank you.” you kiss his cheek and sit down on the bench, enjoying the warm spring morning. “Why are we here? Did you need anything?”

“I, well, yes. I-” he tries to hide behind his mug, already feeling the warmth in his cheeks.

You look at him, but he’s avoiding eye contact with you. Your eyes soften a bit when you see him struggle with whatever he wants to say, so you sit closer to him and put your hand on his bouncing leg.

“What is it baby? It’s just me.” but that’s exactly the problem, it’s you.

“Remember how I told you about the convention?” he asks and meets your eyes for a brief moment, then looks away again.

“Yes.” how could you forget, he was talking about it for an hour.

“So I was wondering, I’m going with my friend and he’s taking his girlfriend, so I, uhm, wanted to ask, maybe, if you’d like to go with us?” his eyes meet yours for a second again, but he doesn’t have a chance to see your face and reaction to his question properly. “But you can say no! You can say no. I know you’re not really into anime so it’s fine if you don-”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Of course Noah. I’m not really into anime, but it’s your interest that I want to explore more, it’s part of you. And I’m excited to finally meet some of your friends.”

“Okay.” he doesn’t know what else to say, because he was sure you’re going to say no, he’s not prepared for this scenario.

“Are we going to dress up?” you ask, because he spent at least 30 minutes talking about the costumes and showing you pictures of his old ones from previous years. You see his cheeks turn red again after you ask your question.

“I was thinking that we could, if you want to. You don’t have to, it’s not required.” he’s looking at his feet, too shy to look at you, thinking that you’re going to find it funny and change your mind about going, change your mind about him.

So you reach out to grab his chin and turn his head to face you, his eyes still avoiding you.

“Hey, look at me.” you lean to the side a little so you can meet him halfway. “I want to, okay? I just hope you’ll come up with the characters and tell me what clothes to get, because I don’t think I know anything about it.”

And in that moment Noah is sure that he’s the happiest man alive.

He gives you kisses and tells you that he loves you and that he already thought about the characters and costumes, showing you pictures from the anime and then costume inspiration. He’s telling you that you don’t need to dress up too much, it’s your first time and he wants you to be comfortable.

You spend the night at his place, thinking about your costumes and also watching the anime, which you asked him to, because you want to get to know the characters more.

The convention is more fun than you thought it would be. His friend and his girlfriend are so nice to you, everyone at the event is, complimenting each other’s costumes and stuff.

You end up having the best time and with full gallery of pictures of Noah staring at someone with cool costume or something that caught his attention, and of you two together, looking cute in your costumes.

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MAGS UR SUPPOSED TO TELL US IN ADVANCE SO WE CAN PREPARE FOR IMPORTANT EVENTS LIKE THE QUEEN’S BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY WIFEYYY! Words cannot thoroughly express how much I love ur work. I’ve actually had a rough past few years and I was really going through it when I first found your blog. Your work took me to a world where there was comfort, ease, and love. I was inspired by many of your works to confront difficult aspects of my life and prepare myself to accept love in a vulnerable and meaningful way. I truly thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me this safe space and place of comfort. You are far more appreciated than you know. ❤️‍🔥

don't make me tear up... I appreciate that so much, I'm so glad you could enjoy my writing and my blog like that, when I hear that it just pushes me to want to write even more... thank you so very much 💗

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for whom good omens is being written

Hey maggots and the rest of the fandom, it's the Good Omens Mascot here. Today I read a post about this tweet:

The accompanying video genuinely made me cry. And I've been thinking about this for a long while, as far back as February, when I saw a lot of conflicting opinions on what people wanted from the third season. It really is true that no matter what you do, some people will be dissatisfied. But what matters is that Neil is writing this for Terry.

And I was reminded of some paragraphs from the Good Omens TV Companion, which I'd read in Amazon's sample excerpt of the book. I know this is a long post, but I really truly do think you all need to read these, I've done my best to select only the most important parts. Here you go:

'His Alzheimer's started progressing harder and faster than either of us had expected,' says Neil, referring to a period in which Terry recognized that despite everything he could no longer write. 'We had been friends for over thirty years, and during that time he had never asked me for anything. Then, out of the blue, I received an email from him with a special request. It read: “Listen, I know how busy you are. I know you don't have time to do this, but I want you to write the script for Good Omens. You are the only human being on this planet who has the passion, love and understanding for the old girl that I do. You have to do this for me so that I can see it." And I thought, “OK, if you put it like that then I'll do it."

'I had adapted my own work in the past, writing scripts for Death: The High Cost of Living and Sandman, but not a lot else was seen. I'd also written two episodes of Doctor Who, and so I felt like I knew what I was doing. Usually, having written something once I'd rather start something new, but having a very sick co-author saying I had to do this?' Neil spreads his hands as if the answer is clear to see. 'I had to step up to the plate.' A pause, then: 'All this took place in autumn 2014, around the time that the BBC radio adaptation of Good Omens was happening,' he continues, referring to the production scripted and co-directed by Dirk Maggs and starring Peter Serafinowicz and Mark Heap. ‘Terry had talked me into writing the TV adaptation, and I thought OK, I have a few years. Only I didn't have a few years,' he says. 'Terry was unconscious by December and dead by March.'

He pauses again. 'His passing took all of us by surprise,' Neil remembers. 'About a week later, I started writing, and it was very sad. The moments Terry felt closest to me were the moments I would get stuck during the writing process. In the old days, when we wrote the novel, I would send him what I'd done or phone him up. And he would say, "Aahh, the problem, Grasshopper, is in the way you phrase the question," and I would reply, "Just tell me what to do!" which somehow always started a conversation. 'In writing the script, there were times I'd really want to talk to Terry, and also places where I'd figure something out and do something really clever, and I would want to share it with him. So, instead, I would text Terry's former personal assistant, Rob Wilkins, now his representative on Earth. It was the nearest thing I had.'

(...) As Neil himself recognizes, this is an adaptation built upon the confidence that comes from three decades of writing for page and screen. But for all the wisdom of experience, he found that above all one factor guided him throughout the process. 'Terry isn't here, which leaves me as the guardian of the soul of the story,' he explains. 'It's funny because sometimes I found myself defending Terry's bits harder or more passionately than I would defend my own bits. Take Agnes Nutter,' he says, referring to what has become a key scene in the adaptation in which the seventeenth-century author of the book of prophecies foretelling the coming of the Antichrist is burned at the stake. ‘It was a huge, complicated and incredibly expensive shoot, with bonfires built and primed to explode as well as huge crowds in costume. It had to feel just like an English village in the 1640s, and of course everyone asked if there was a cheap way of doing it. 'One suggestion was that we could tell the story using old-fashioned woodcuts and have the narrator take us through what happened, but I just thought, “No”. Because I had brought aspects of the story like Crowley and the baby swap along to the mix, and Terry created Agnes Nutter. So, if I had cut out Agnes then I wouldn't be doing right by the person who gave me this job. Terry would've rolled over in his grave.'

And, finally, this paragraph:

"Once again, Neil cites the absence of his co-writer as his drive to ensure that Good Omens translated to the screen and remained true to the original vision. 'Terry's last request to me was to make this something he would be proud of. And so that has been my job.'"

I think that's so heartwrenchingly beautiful, and so I wanted you all to read this, too, just in case you (like me) don't have the Good Omens TV Companion. It adds another layer of depth and emotion to this already complex and amazing story that we all know and love.

Share this post, if you can, please, so that more people can read these excerpts :")

Tagging @neil-gaiman, @fuckyeahgoodomens and @orpiknight, even if you've definitely read these before :)

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'*•.¸♡ off-road ride ♡¸.•*'

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lee minho x fem!reader

a result of the poll win! (car sex w minho)

summary: you and minho are on your way to meet up with your friends, but get distracted along the way.

wc: 3k

warnings: MDNI! 18+, established relationship, dom!minho, brat!reader, a lot of teasing, fingering (f. rec), rough sex, spanking, safeword mentioned (not used), piv, unprotected sex, creampie, riding, choking, overstim, begging, (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: i've been realizing that the poll has been going in age order so far, so i might just release all of the fics in age order to keep the pattern going. also i loved writing this, hopefully next time i can write a fluffier minho smut!!

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The winding roads blurred past as Minho deftly steered the car, the engine's purr adding a soundtrack to your animated voice. Your friend's laughter was bubbling over and filling the car with cheerful energy as you spoke on the phone.

“Mmm, no, we should totally do that next weekend,” you were saying, still chuckling at a joke your friend had made. “I just think we should invite the whole group.”

Lee Know’s jaw tightened. He knew you had been out and about with your friends lately, and he didn’t want to be jealous, but... he was. It felt like you were paying more attention to everyone else lately than to him.

“We’re so close now,” you said, leaning over to Minho to point at the map. You had meticulously planned the route and confidently guided him whenever needed. “Maybe about fifteen minutes away, I'd say.”

“Great,” Minho replied, his voice low and warm, though his eyes betrayed a hint of irritation as he kept glancing at you.

“Hey, hold on, my phone’s going crazy.” You pulled the phone away from your ear, glancing down at the screen. Your eyes went wide, and you started giggling, turning back to look at Minho with a playful smile.

“What?” he asked, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Oh, it’s just my friend being ridiculous.”

“Mm. Can’t leave them hanging, then, right?”

“I guess not.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m still here. We’re so close now.”

“Are you?” your friend purred from the other end, causing you to laugh again.

“Okay, not that close.” You glanced over at Minho, smiling, before focusing on the road.

“Are you sure? Because I was thinking maybe you’d like to come over after the party…”

“Hmmm, and why is that?” You were grinning now, unable to help yourself.

“Well, there’s this guy that’s been flirting with me, and I don’t really like him that way, but I don’t know how to let him down. I was hoping you’d come over and help me out.”

“What’s your plan?” You bit your lip, glancing over at Minho, who was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white.

“Well, if you’d be willing to kiss me for a while, that might get the message across.”

“You want me to kiss you?” You widened your eyes, Minho’s head snapping towards you, before quickly looking back at the road as if he were pretending he totally wasn’t listening.

You didn’t realize how bad it could sound out of context, and Minho’s frustration was evident.

“Haha, you know I was joking, girl. I’m just not good at confrontation, and I know you are. You know how to bite back at people.”

“I’m not so sure that’s what you meant, but if you need some help, then I’ll be happy to come over.”

“Awesome, thanks. So, I can’t wait to meet Lee Know. You talk about him all the time; he sounds really sweet.” Her tone was sweeter and more sincere.

Suddenly, you felt a warm hand gently land on your thigh, the touch sending a shiver down your spine as it traced teasing patterns on the exposed skin where your skirt had ridden up. Minho's touch was deliberate, and you could feel the heat radiating from his fingers as they traced teasing patterns on your skin.

You turned your head to stare at Minho, whose gaze was locked on the road ahead. His face was impassive, but there was a steely edge to his eyes that betrayed his annoyance.

“Um, yeah,” you managed, feeling Minho’s hand slip higher up your thigh. “He’s great.”

“What’s going on? You okay?” your friend asked, her concern evident in her voice as she picked up on your distracted tone.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, gasping quietly as Minho’s fingers gripped your inner thigh, his touch becoming more insistent.

You grabbed Lee Know’s misbehaving hand before it could go any further. His touch was electrifying, and despite your attempts to focus on the conversation, the heat of his fingers was impossible to ignore.

“Uh, I just... got distracted,” you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady. “We’re almost there, so maybe I should call you back later?”

“Sure, no problem,” your friend agreed, her tone tinged with concern. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do,” you replied, ending the call quickly. As soon as the phone disconnected, Minho’s hand withdrew, and he turned to you with a look of feigned innocence.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice deceptively casual as he focused on the road ahead.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you shot back, glaring at him but with a teasing glint in your eyes. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Minho said, his lips curling into a playful pout. “I guess I just didn’t like hearing my girlfriend sounding all flirty on the phone with someone else.”

You tried to hold back a laugh, your irritation melting into amusement. “Minho, she was joking with me.”

“Yeah, well,” Minho said, his tone softening as he glanced at you with a hint of vulnerability. “I just want your attention too.”

Your heart melted at his words. The way he looked at you, so earnest and a bit pouty, was impossible to resist.

You grabbed one of his hands, guiding it back to rest on your leg. You could see the way his breath caught in his throat as he realized what you were doing.

His fingers slowly inched up your skirt, brushing over your heated skin. You trembled, attempting to stay quiet as Minho's hands caressed your bare thighs, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body.

"Baby," you murmured, "I can't have you driving off the road because you're distracted."

"I'm not distracted," Minho insisted, his fingers dancing along the edge of your panties. "I'm focused."

"Really?" You arched an eyebrow, glancing over at him.

"Mm-hmm." His fingers slipped beneath the lace of your panties, brushing against your sensitive flesh.

You gasped, grabbing his wrist to try and still his movements. "Minho," you warned, a slight tremor in your voice.

"What's wrong, baby? Didn't you want me to do this?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock innocence as he slid his finger along your slit.

"Min," you hissed, squeezing your thighs together. The friction of his fingers sent shivers of pleasure through your body, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan.

"That's right," he said. "Don't forget, you're mine."

"Yours," you gasped, arching against him as his finger flicked at your clit.

The sensation was almost too much, and you had to fight the urge to writhe in your seat.

"Good," Minho said, his voice rough with arousal as he pressed his finger deeper, sliding it inside you.

Your head fell back, and you closed your eyes, lost in the feeling of his touch.

"You're so wet," Minho teased. "Just from me touching your thigh?"

"Mm," you whimpered, gripping the armrest as Minho's finger curled inside you.

"Only pay attention to me," he commanded.

You shivered at his possessive words, your back arching against the chair.

"Shit," he murmured, his eyes struggling to stay on the road. "You make me want to pull the car over and fuck you right here."

Your breath hitched, and your core tightened at his words. "Do it," you challenged, your voice shaky.

"What?" he asked, glancing at you briefly.

"Pull the car over," you repeated, "and fuck me."

Minho sucked in a sharp breath, his grip on the steering wheel tightening with tension.

"Don't tempt me," he warned, his voice husky.

"Please," you begged, your body craving his touch. "I want you, Min."

"Be patient," he warned, his finger curling up into you and hitting you in the perfect spot.

You moaned, your head falling back against the seat. "I can't," you whined, your hips rolling against his hand.

"You can, and you will," he said, his thumb brushing over your clit as his index and middle fingers worked their way into you.

"Min, I need it," you groaned, your hips grinding against his hand, seeking relief.

Minho breathed, his fingers thrusting deeper into you, "You're so desperate for me."

"Please," you pleaded, "I'm desperate, I can't hold on."

"You're lucky I'm even entertaining you now," Minho said, his cock obviously hard in his pants.

You could feel the tension in his body and the way his fingers moved inside you with a renewed fervor.

"Don't pretend like you're not just as turned on," you teased, your fingers gripping the armrest as his hand began to pick up its pace.

"I am," Minho conceded, "but I have a little more self-control than you."

"Don't have self-control," you groaned, your hips rocking against his hand as you sought release.

"You're a little slut for my cock, aren't you? Can't even wait." He smirked.

You bit your lip, unable to argue, as his fingers thrust deeper inside you.

"Just give me what I want, Min," you whined, the pressure building in your core.

"So impatient," he said, his fingers curling again, repeatedly hitting the same spot.

You gasped, your back arching as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

"Minho," you pleaded.

"Let go," he commanded, his thumb teasing your clit with purpose.

You cried out, your orgasm crashing over you as his fingers worked you through your high, feeling yourself clench over his fingers.

You whimpered, the aftershocks of your climax making your body tremble with desire.

Minho pulled his hand away, his breath shaky as he brought his fingers up to your mouth.

"Lick it up," he said, his voice low and commanding.

You obliged, licking the salty-sweet taste from his fingers.

"Good girl," he praised, his cock visibly twitching in his pants.

Your body is still aching for him inside of you; just the sight of it makes your mouth water.

"Fuck me," you pleaded. "Please."

Minho shook his head. "I can't do this here, not yet. We're almost there."

"But,"

"Behave and wait," he commanded, his voice firm and unwavering.

You squirmed in your seat, the lingering burn of desire coursing through your body.

"Stop acting like a brat," he scolded.

Your hand meets his thigh now, trailing up.

"Oh, but what if I am?"

"Stop trying to rile me up," he said, his voice like a warning.

You grinned, enjoying the effect you had on him.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll spank you," he threatened, his eyes locking on the road.

You bit your lip, feeling a mischievous idea taking shape in your mind.

"Pull the car over and do it, then," you teased, your hand reaching out to brush against the bulge in his pants, tracing a line down.

Minho hissed, his hips involuntarily jerking against your touch.

"We're going to be late," he warned.

"Let's be late, then."

Minho let out a breath, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he struggled to maintain control.

"If I pull the car over now, you're going to regret it later."

You bit your lip, playing with your seatbelt.

"Is that a promise?"

"Fine," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You want to be fucked so bad?"

He pulled the car over to the side of the road, putting the car in park, right on a dirt path with only a single tree covering the view.

He unbuckled your seatbelt and picked you up to lay across his lap.

He lifted your skirt and yanked your panties down, and you could feel his erection straining against his pants.

You gasped, feeling the cool air against your ass, exposed and ready.

"You remember the safeword, mm?"

You nodded, a shiver of excitement running down your spine.

"Beg," he ordered, his voice rough and commanding.

"Please," you pleaded, your voice desperate. "Please, fuck me."

"Again."

"Min, please," you moaned, the friction of his cock rubbing against your sensitive spots driving you crazy. "Please, I want your cock. I need it."

"Tell me what a slut you are."

"I'm... " You inhaled sharply, a mix of sensations flooding you as his hand made contact, your thoughts clouding with each touch.

"Say it," he insisted, his hand massaging your reddened cheeks and his fingers pressing into your tender skin.

"I'm your slut," you moaned, the shame and humiliation only making the heat between your legs grow.

"Good girl," he praised, his hand caressing the curve of your ass.

You whimpered, the sensation overwhelming as he teased you.

When he readjusted you to sit in your lap, the sting was evident.

He undid his pants and let his cock spring free. He was huge and throbbing, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

You couldn't help but stare at the sight of his cock, which sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You needed him, you wanted him, and you could barely hold back.

"Fuck me," you whined, desperate for him to fill you up.

He took his time, his cock grinding against your wetness, coating the length of him in your arousal.

"Please," you begged, his cock brushing against your clit, the sensation making you gasp.

"Patient," he warned, his hips rolling forward as his cock rubbed against your folds.

You moaned, the friction against your clit driving you crazy.

"I need you," you pleaded, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable.

He sighed out, the head of his cock finally pressing against your entrance.

You gasped, your body trembling with anticipation as he slowly pushed into you.

The stretch was almost too much, but the pain mixed with pleasure was intoxicating. You whimpered, your walls clenching around him.

You moaned, the sensation of his cock filling you up nearly driving you over the edge.

"Minho, fuck, please move." you pleaded after a few seconds of him settling inside you.

His eyes hit yours like daggers, his stare sharp. "You wanted my cock so bad, so you're going to do it yourself."

You blinked at him, not fully comprehending what he meant.

Minho grabbed your hips, lifting you up and down his shaft.

Your eyes widened, realizing what he meant. You began to move your hips up a little, your hands laid on his chest for support.

"There we go," he cooed, his fingers digging into your hips as you rode him. "Just like that."

You bit your lip, the feeling of his cock hitting you in all the right places driving you crazy.

Leaning forward, he captured your mouth in a hungry kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his cock hit your walls perfectly, eliciting a deep pleasure.

Lee Know broke the kiss, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back.

He kissed your neck, biting the sensitive skin. The pleasure and pain mingled together, making you cry out.

"Keep going," he instructed, his tongue tracing a path along your jawline.

You obeyed, persisting in moving your hips as he drove his cock into you, the angle enabling him to penetrate even deeper.

You moaned, the sensation becoming almost unbearable.

Suddenly, you felt his hand lightly wrap around your neck, the pressure adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

You gasped, the sensation sending a powerful jolt through your body when he lightly squeezed, just enough to drive you wild.

You felt the pressure intensifying, your inner walls starting to flutter around his throbbing cock. Your breathing quickened as you felt yourself nearing the edge, the combination of his touch and the intense stimulation pushing you closer to the brink of ecstasy.

With one final, deep thrust, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as you reached your peak, your body wracked with waves of intense pleasure.

Your hips jerked, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you collapsed against him, completely spent.

Minho grabbed at your hips, continuing to pound deeper into you, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his own release.

His breathing grew ragged, his hands gripping you tight as he fucked you with renewed vigor, his cock hitting your walls in just the right place, causing tears to form in your eyes from the overstimulation.

Finally, with a moan, his body tensed, his cock twitching inside you as he spilled his release.

After a moment, he pulled out, his breathing heavy as lay his head against the headrest.

Your legs were trembling from the overstimulation, your face was flushed with a tear streaming down, and your hair was tousled.

Not to mention you now had marks on your neck and ass.

You were too tired to move, it felt like your body turned into lead.

He held you in his arms, brushing his fingers through your hair.

You closed your eyes and let the sound of his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

-

"Hey, are you okay?"

You opened your eyes, your vision blurred.

"Huh?"

You looked around and realized you were in your own bed, not the car.

You glanced over at Minho, his gaze soft as he watched you.

"What happened?" you asked, still disoriented.

"You fell asleep on me," he chuckled. "This is why I suggested we don't go all the way..."

The realization fully hit you, you picked up your phone to find multiple messages from your friends telling you to 'get better soon' and others asking where you were.

"Sorry for getting carried away," you apologized, looking down, and feeling slightly embarrassed.

Minho grabbed your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours.

"It's okay, it was worth it."

You looked at him, his eyes full of affection.

You smiled, squeezing his hand.

"I love you."

You leaned over, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"I love you, too."

He returned the gesture, pulling you close.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, until Minho's phone began to vibrate.

He glanced at it, sighing.

"It's Chan again."

"We should get going," you said, not wanting to keep them waiting any longer.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, with the cocky look on his face back again.

You tried to sit up but immediately felt your body protest, the soreness kicking in.

"Fuck," you muttered, flopping back down onto the mattress.

"I did warn you," he smirked, his hands rubbing at your sore legs.

"Don't touch me," you said, trying to swat his hand away.

He laughed, kissing your forehead.

"Don't be mad, I told you this was a bad idea."

You frowned, your heart melting a little at his cute gesture.

"You win."

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𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 part 1 masterlist, listen, nanami tag

god help me be a good wife, cause he needs me even when he's not right, he still needs me

a/n: thank u guys for loving my nanami as much as I do <3 he's been my fav character to crack, per se, so I hope this pretty canon n correct for all of u :)) writing and designing this short story I'm calling good wife was so meaningful to me. i'd love to bring u some comfort during these trying times. enjoy x cw: 18+ suggestive themes and explicit content

♫ - turning page - sleeping at last

When Nanami Kento asked you to marry him, you hesitated. 

You two met in the odd space between high school and the thought of university, where Nanami left sorcery and threw himself into salary work to keep his head clear. He only goes out once a week to drink his guilt away and feel normal. It’s there, at dinner with co-workers, that he meets you — a mutual friend of his desk mate who had a little too much to drink one night.

He didn’t think much of you at first, just a chatty little thing that clung to his co-worker as if you couldn’t bear being in this atmosphere alone. He understands – it’s not easy to slip into a skin that wasn’t your own. That's why he only tries this once a week, just so he doesn’t go crazy, alone in his head. 

Years of being your acquaintance were easy enough, especially when he worked more than he lived. After ten to twelve hour days, he’d disappear under his covers, bought with the money he hoarded, whispering to himself that life always carries reason. It’s hard to see when you’re self-isolating, but Kento knew himself well, right? 

Then, something shifted when twenty-year-old Nanami finally admitted to himself that this loneliness would send him to an early grave. It’s hard having self-control that swallows you whole because then you can’t admit anything to yourself. Except when he would look in the mirror and notice his muscles starting to turn into skin and bone. That night, for dinner, he ate a convenience store takoyaki and slept for three hours. 

The next morning, he forged plans to see his desk-mate, mentioning your name lightly in conversation. He wasn’t completely sure of himself, so he had to talk to you again. 

That night, he fell in love with your shimmering reflection in the shitty bar lighting. You were wearing a little blue dress with a jacket three sizes too big, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It’s the first real feeling he’s felt that wasn’t grief – constant grief. Grieving everything. 

You were a sanctuary. 

That’s why he could only wait three years of loving you before he proposes to you at your favorite coffee shop. It’s an every-week tradition – you’d leave your part-time job and catch the bus to wherever you two spoke about the night prior. It’s usually coffee or bakeries, hardly museums and galleries. He likes talking to you, you’re the first person whose opinions he honored. 

All he does is place a ring between you when he does, amber eyes shadowed as he watches the reflections in his coffee cup. You’re still talking about baseless drama with a co-worker and their partner, and Kento nods along as long as he needs to before clearing his throat. 

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, recently.” He cuts you off, tucking his bangs back behind his ear. He’s doing almost everything to not look you in the eyes until you notice. “And I realize that I would be a dead man if I didn’t have your love.” 

You take it as a joke, too busy getting lost in the shy glimmer in his eyes as he speaks. “Not true.” 

“No, it’s true.” Kento’s talking about it all – your wakeup calls, the food you prepare for him, his clothes you’ve tended. It’s truly like you’re a miracle worker, and he’s just your peer. He loves you so much for everything you do for him, and you do it because he’s so thankful. “And I love you more than I can ever show, so I want to marry you. See?” 

You look down at the table past your mugs, dirty plates, and napkins. Next to the scone you’ve been sharing, a delicate diamond ring nudges from Kento’s fingers. 

You hesitate, looking from the ring to his shadowed gaze. 

“Ken, we’re only twenty-three.” 

Exactly one week later, holding his hand through a street festival, you say yes. After that coffee shop Sunday, you couldn’t give him a straight answer, so he told you to keep the ring until you figured it out. You slept with it for a week, gauged strangers' reactions to it in public, and kept it on while you washed your hands. It felt good, like having a tattoo of him on your finger. You found yourself thinking about him and his broad shoulders and gentle touch every time you glanced at it, and you never wanted that to go away. 

Now, as he’s holding your hand, he’s tracing his fingers across the small diamond, admiring the fact that you kept it on. Deep down, he knows you’ll say yes because you love him, but it doesn’t help that Nanami carries a fair amount of relationship insecurity. He’s terrified he’s not reciprocating your acts of service enough, but you know him. You know that his love language is just touching you – being with you like this. Early breakfast dates and falling asleep on your shoulder during movie night. 

You don’t want him to doubt himself anymore, so you give him an answer. “I’ll marry you.” 

Somewhere buried deep in his soft expression, you see relief wash over his shoulders. He cracks a smile. “You have no idea just how happy that makes me.” 

Spring is in full bloom on either side of the trail you’re walking. Commoners walk about, children laugh, and lovers love. You vow to remember this moment – the way the sunset bounces off his ivory skin and the warmth of his sweet smile. His young features glow when he’s around you, catching onto all of your tiny movements. It’s a love so pure and real, you never wanted it to fade away. And it never will because once you come to terms with your answer, you come to terms with never loving another. Kento makes it so easy, he’s everything you could ever possibly need in the perfect lover. It’s selfish, but you will do anything to keep his love for the rest of your life. It’s safe to say you’d even let pieces of yourself fall by the wayside just to keep him a little closer. 

Kento pulls you to the side of the trail, out of the way so people can walk without disturbing the moment he wants to pull you in. It’s under a maple tree that he guides your chin with his finger, carrying you through a sweet, long kiss. As the sunset dips, the wind picks up, nearly blowing the cabbie hat from your head. Of course, Ken notices, because he closes his hand over it, keeping the hat steady as he deepens the kiss. 

That night, you take Nanami dancing, but he just stands to the side with a smile on his face as you twirl across the dance floor, breaking in the shoes he bought you. The crowd was sparse at this bar, but it just gave you more room to show off to your fiancé. Being around him made you fearless and on top of the world, so you let him see it. You let him hear the joyous ease in your tone as you beg him to join you. You tease him for his shyness, but he knows it’s only a heat-of-the-moment thing. You’re never serious unless you’re telling him how much you love him. 

When you toss your hat his way, he catches it and dangles it from his long pointer finger. You’re a giggling, tipsy mess from drinks he bought and the love he gives, taking your leather black hat and placing it directly over his long hair. His face goes crimson, blushing even harder when you close two hands over his cheeks and lean forward to kiss him. 

He kisses you back, then mumbles how much he loves you against your liquor-soaked lips. Kento calls you beautiful, how fearless and admirable you are, and how he can’t wait to marry you and make you his forever. You’re so pretty in this dress he bought you, spinning like an angel in shoes he bought you. Yeah, he just loves you so much; it's hard to put into further words. He lists off everything you’re wearing, everything you’re saying, and how perfect you are until you’re drunk off of endearances. He holds your cheeks between big, warm hands, shaking your face between kisses. 

Then, for the fiftieth time that day, he tells you he loves you. You smile like it's the first time. 

You two find your way back to Nanami’s apartment in the back of a taxi, leaning your head on his shoulder as he rests on the back of his seat. You kiss over his neck a few times, but he always stills you with a gentle, authoritative hold on your lower thigh. You love the touch, and you obey him by dropping your lips. 

“I wonder how often I told you ‘I love you’ today.” You whisper, just to talk to him some more. He’s been quiet because he’s sleepy, and you know the specifics of his demeanor enough to tell he just wants to be in bed. 

“Between the two of us, I’d estimate a good two hundred.” He cracks open an eye as you gaze up at him. “Maybe more.” 

“Ken? Serious question- 

“Mhm?” 

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” 

He cracks open his eye again, studying your little puppy-dog stare for any crack of humor. You look completely serious, and it stuns him. “I can’t read you right now.” 

You sit up a bit straighter, smoothing a hand over his sweatshirt. Completely serious, you continue. “If I woke up tomorrow as a little worm in your bed, would you know it's me? Would you love me still?” 

“Probably not.” He shrugs. Then, your face falls, and he has to pedal back. “I-I mean, yes. Yes, sweetie, I will love you. I will carry you on my shoulder as I cook breakfast so you can guide me through your omelette recipe.” 

“Aw.” You sniffle, burying your face in his chest. He pets the back of your head, chuckling once more to himself. He doesn’t want you to think he’s making fun of you, but he loves this stupid drunken state you’re in. He realizes you only had two drinks tonight, but it’s okay. He’s been speaking to you in sickeningly sweet love letters all day, so you were bound to be obsessed and silly. “I love you, my Kento.” 

Nanami presses a kiss to your forehead as the taxi rolls in front of his apartment, finally. Without a word, he pays the fare and coaxes you out of the unfamiliar vehicle. It’s easy to get you out, because as soon as he opens your door, you’re Nanami-starved and leap forward to take his outstretched hand. You love it when he takes the lead, deciding you two would spend the night at his. When you wake up, he’ll help you get to work, then help you get back to his place. It’s his duty, now, as your soon-to-be husband, and he was more than happy to fulfill it. 

“When do you work tomorrow?” He mentions over his shoulder shortly, dragging you with him by the hand. He’s leading you into the apartment building and up the few flights of stairs to his third-floor home. 

“Hm… noon, I think. I’m so sorry, I’ll have to check.” 

“Don’t worry.” He only drops your hand when he fishes for his keys in his back pocket, unlocking and opening the door for you. You tuck under his arm, finally happy and free once you’re back home – his home. Smells so much like him in these four walls that you’d be high by the time you make it out. It’s always so neat in here; Nanami likes it this way. He also likes the way you immediately begin shedding your outer layers as he clicks the door shut and locks it. 

You’re holding your eyes shut as you toe off your loafers, stumbling around and blindly holding an arm out towards him for stability. He holds you for a moment, letting you push off your jacket and hand it to him. 

“Wanna go to sleep.” You whine, Nanami nods you through it, feeling similarly. Somewhere, buried deep down, you both know sleep would be lazy, half-awake lovemaking to mark the day successful. You want that so bad – you want him more than words can express. 

“Yes, dear. Almost there…” He responds, hanging your jacket behind the door and tucking your shoes away. You’re stuck waiting for him while he settles, sweatshirt ruffling his sweet, blonde hair when he pulls it off. Your heart swells and beats at the sight, so you can’t help that the first idea to come to mind is pulling him into a lazy kiss. 

Lips hardly moving, Kento rubbed across your lower back, feeling every inch of the body he knew he had unconditionally. This is all he wanted when he wanted you – love, nurturing, and lovely, sweet sex to keep him sane. If he has to wake up in seven hours to spend his day locked in an office, he’d at least be at ease with the memory of your thighs. He couldn’t ask for a better way to end his proper engagement night. 

So, he leads you to the bedroom, hand in hand, always one step in front of you. He always knows the way. This time, it’s into his bedroom so he can unravel you and take you whole. The first night as something more than a boy or girlfriend didn’t feel much different from the rest for him, but for you, he seemed like an entirely different person. He looked like yours. Familiar and sacred. You loved these sturdy, strict bones. 

“Can you wear something loose tonight? Is that okay?” Nanami’s ushering you into his bedroom, letting you walk forward and drop his hand. Enough nights spent together make it easier to navigate it this time, but you still feel pressure. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you wanted to be so perfect for him tonight. 

“Don’t have a lot of clothes here.” You stretch your arms over your head, whining a bit as you trek to the closet. “Can’t wait to just live with you so we never have this problem.” 

“Something of mine is okay.” You can hear him fidgeting about in the bedroom, turning lights on and off, lowering the curtains, and setting pillows. Again, you know he does this sometimes, you think it’s a nervous tick, but sex isn’t foreign for you two. 

“I bought this babydoll set I’ve been meaning to show you. Maybe I’ll save it for the wedding now.” You have a small hoard of clothes, here. Just some T-shirts and loose work clothes. It helps in a pinch when you fall asleep here and have to be at work early. Tonight, you settle for the latter – an old t-shirt with an invisible paper company etched into the front. 

Kento waits a bit before responding – he’s in the bathroom, handling something with running water. You can guess he’s washing up, so you go to join him. “You know I love those, but I love it when you’re as comfortable as possible.” He turns his head when he sees you enter the bathroom, glancing at you as he washes his face. “A shirt is good. How are you feeling?” 

“Sleepy.” You reply, lulling your head to the side as you watch thick beads of water drip from his chin to the countertop. Once he feels sufficiently clean, he uses a rag to wipe his face, then the counter before tossing it to the laundry. You loved just watching him be - everything your fiancé does is with utmost precision and purpose. 

“Take over for me, I’ll be in the bedroom.” 

“Oh, wait.” You stop him before he crosses the threshold, digging in the top vanity drawer for a condom in his stash. You both knew if you didn’t grab it here, you’d sleep in mess tonight, and Nanami would have to spend a lot of his night helping you clean and wash everything. 

“Good thinking.” It passes from hand to hand, Nanami holding it up like a prize. He steps out of the bathroom with a final glance, then you’re left to yourself, hands shaking as you start your nightly ritual. 

Kento beats you back to bed, sitting at the side with his elbows pressed to his knees. He’s in different clothes, shirtless with a pair of loose sleep pants hanging from his hips. They’re low enough to be able to tell it's all he’s wearing. You drink in his lean, lanky figure, leaning against the bathroom door with your arms crossed around your chest. 

“Pretty boy.” 

“Just come on.” He laughs with you for a second until he’s just willing you forward with pleading eyes. The lights are dim in the room, but you can still see the way his chest rises and falls nervously as you stalk over to him. He’s glancing at your thighs – up to your lips and loose hair and silky skin. You smell like rose water and him, and he just wants to eat you alive. 

You’re first - you decide as you straddle him, squeezing his shoulders in your grip. He’s so close, you can hear the breath hitch in his throat as you settle over his crotch. 

“I love you.” You whisper to him, pressing your forehead into his. You can feel the slight nod Kento gives you, so you kiss over his ear and roll back into bed. 

Ken sleeps on the left, you’re always on the right. He’s closer to the bedroom door, deeming it safer for always some unsaid reason. You always sleep facing the covered windows with his arms around you so gently, it's like you’re made of glass. Tonight is no different; he holds the covers for you to slip under, watching as you shimmy against his body to get comfortable. He sinks in behind you once you’re settled, burying the side of his head into the pillows. Everything sounds ten times louder – more intimate with your ear pressed into the bed, but you love it. You can hear the thrum in his chest when he snuggles so close. 

Then, you can feel it, and you can hear the sound of his teeth ripping open the foil condom packet in your ear. It makes you shiver, but the tip of his erection gracing your thigh makes you nervous. This is it – you don’t know why it felt like the first time all over again. 

“I love you too,” he finally responds, hand trailing under your shirt and over your thigh. He fiddles down there for a bit, breath hitching directly in your ear as he slides the slick rubber across his sensitive erection.

Once he’s settled and you’re holding onto his arm like a vice, his lips are on your neck, and the warm, familiar head of his cock eases across your entrance, dragging through your slit sensually. You whine immediately, nails digging into his strong skin as he holds you close. Under your shirt, he’s flicking and pinching your nipple, his large hand covering the expanse of your breast. 

Nanami’s breathing so hard, leaving a sticky sheen against your jaw as he works you over. It takes absolutely nothing to get you wet – you were holding back arousal just seeing him sit shirtless on his bed, but you held yourself back because that’s what he always does. He’s just always so perfect and polite, it’s like the man had no flaws. 

You whine as he drags across your sensitive clit, turning your head into the mess of pillows as you fall deeper into his whims. He’s reacting to your voice, nodding behind you like you’re speaking in full sentences. In a way, your sex noises are like sentences. He knows you just told him, right there, don’t move. You feel so good. 

So, there he stays, thrusting his hips through your folds so he always just barely kisses your clit every time. He doesn’t want you to finish like this but knows that you will if he doesn’t just do it and ease himself inside of you. 

Kento is so slow and gruelingly gentle, chewing the lobe of your ear as he presses his hips into you. The stretch of him paving his way is so familiar and lovely - aching in the way you know you can’t live without now. He’s just slightly larger than normal, especially with such a lanky frame, but you go crazy for it. You two fit together like puzzle pieces, kissing and feeling under covers as your body memorizes the shape of their counterparts to keep forever. 

When he’s finally fully seated inside of you, your guts swim and cry, sending another hot wave of arousal through your veins. He feels this good covered in a condom, it’s not like you remember. Every single nerve in your body is a million times more sensitive, more receptive to his sweet moans and love-licked kisses. 

“-feel so good.” You manage to breathe out as he humps you lazily, licking a stripe from the base of your neck to your jawline. He knows it feels good, you’re so warm and comforting under these downy blankets, he was due to overheat at any second. That doesn’t make him want to stop, it makes him want to fuck you deeper. 

“Ken- kiss me.” You know he’s not the most vocal person in bed unless he’s upset or ranting. Tonight, he was tired from work and the love he gave you so purely and easily so the loudest he gets is his panting breath in your ear. 

You help him along, craning your neck so his lips can find yours. He sucks them clean, tongue swiping across your bottom lip and spilling soft grunts inside. You swallow them all like a drug, begging for more as your lips hang open. He grabs your face, fingers digging in your chin as he pulls you back to deepen everything. Inside, he’s kissing your most delicate spots, and on the outside, he’s making your lips his. Mixing spit and tastes gives you the perfect mouthful of him. Every single trace of what his tongue touched today. But, most of all, he tastes like you. 

The realization nearly makes you cry. You love him so much. 

“P-please.” You’ve started to beg as his hand falls between your thighs, massaging your clit between his fingers. You can feel the tension in his thrusts, letting you feel his closeness as his grunts begin to break. You wish you could feel what he’s feeling, but you’re sure what you’re feeling had to be ten times more potent. It feels like you’re on fire, letters of his pretty name being branded into your flesh as you finally cum around him and his sinfully skilled fingers. 

“Loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou,” you cry, whining so high and painfully as he fucks you through the wave of craze. You’re both damp in sweat, sticky with your finish. But, Ken isn’t done. 

He tightens his hand around your throat as he grinds his hips hard into you. He’s so silent, it’s unnerving, but when he cums, he actually breathes out a little moan. 

“My baby… love you.” 

That next morning, Nanami helps you to work like he promised, shoving a few loose dollars in your purse as you run out to your ride. Of course, you were running late. You couldn’t turn down the steamy makeout session in the morning shower, only not going further because of the doom of the morning clock. He’s due at his desk just a half hour after you leave, so he’s in just as much as a rush as you are. 

Oh, and you certainly didn’t work at noon. You two woke up just forty minutes before you had to be on the floor of your boutique job. 

You’re not complaining or stressed because you are so over the moon with your life now. Kento asked you to come straight home to him after work, and he’d order dinner. Apparently, you two have a lot to talk about, but you know he just needs your constant presence now. 

The only time you’re apart is when he turns his cell off during work hours. Your fiancé was strict, but you always had his desk number if there was an emergency. He always had you fitted with one of his cards in case you have to buy anything, but he prefers if you’re cautious. When he handed it to you those weeks ago, he told you to be careful, but you know he wouldn’t be upset if you spent the entirety of the balance. He’d likely scold you with a quirk in his brow, then make mind-shattering love to you that same night. 

Yeah, your Namani was the perfect man. You can’t stress that enough. 

As you’re folding clothes and tagging at work, your mind drifts to him and his toned chest. His voice rings familiar in your ears, making you shiver even when nobody's there. You purposefully address coworkers and friends with your ringed finger, blushing and talking all about your man when asked. A lot of your people know of Kento, but he’s extremely private. Whenever you’re drinking dollars away with your young friends, he’s usually at home sipping a beer and watching the news in distaste. 

Somehow, that made him so much more perfect… 

God, you just can’t stop thinking about him. 

Daydreaming about him

Lost in thought, with his eyes totally blocking out all of your common sense. It’s nearly impossible to exist – you would have to shrug off for a bit and let this love settle into your norm before becoming yourself again. 

It drives you crazy not being able to see him during these long work stretches. 

So, that night when you beat him home, you spend a small eternity tending to yourself in the bathroom. Shaving, plucking, perfuming, dusting – all of it. You practice saying his name in the mirror, backed by meek praises like ‘I love you so much’ and ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.’ 

You know he’d just give it that unassuming chuckle he always did, but it’s your unassuming chuckle. You’re likely the only person he’s ever given that specific look, and that makes you so warm and fuzzy. The thought of him carries the hours by until he’s turning on his phone and immediately sending you an,

On my way to you, love. 

Pressure builds in your bones as you read it a few times, skin tingling in a blush. There’s nothing more you have to do to prepare for him, so you pinch your glossed lips together and leave the bathroom. You know it usually takes Kento fifteen minutes to get home by train, so you spend all fifteen of them tidying out random spots in the apartment, even making sure a window is open to let some fresh Spring air through. 

But it’s on that 18-minute mark that the front door unlocks, and your Nanami steps inside with his briefcase and shirt buttoned high. You rise from checking your phone, tossing it back on the couch as you flood him. 

“I missed you so fucking much. God, today was terrible.” You smooth your palms over his chest, letting him lean to set his briefcase down. He doesn’t speak just yet; he leans forward and kisses you. “How are you doing, babe?” 

He’s not talking to you, he’s just kissing you, trailing hands down your back. “Mm, you smell good,” Kento whispered in your ear after kissing across your jaw. “Wear this perfume for me all the time, now.” 

“It’s like super expensive, Ken. I just have the tiny bottle.” You laugh, holding his shoulders as he steps back. The first thing he does is loosen his tie, taking his first real breath of the day. 

“Buy it on my card.” He decides like it's nothing, more focused on getting his shoes off so he can collapse on his couch. “Sorry, I just didn’t sleep much last night.”

You shake your head, furrowing your brows as you breathe out a short laugh. You knew why he didn’t get much sleep, it was your fault. “I was there. Didn’t get much either.” 

“Won’t get a lot tonight, either.” He takes in your reflection for a moment, eyes drinking in the soft silk nightgown hugging your familiar shape. You always put in so much effort making sure you dress pretty for him. It’s impossible not to when you work in a boutique and have a constant supply of cute things. 

He appreciates it more than he could ever say. Instead of thinking about what he’d have for dinner all day, Kento is thinking about what you’d be wearing for him when he sees you again. 

“Well, you smell good… you look good…” He stops for a second, tossing his blazer down with his briefcase. He didn’t know how to act when you’re standing in front of him with that doe-in-the-headlights demeanor, biting over your shimmering lips. He swallows down something sinister. “Do you taste good, too?” 

The biggest, stupidest smile takes over your face as his eyes trail up your bare thighs. He catches a glimpse of your face and laughs, taking that as his sign to hoist you up by the thighs and carry you to the bedroom. 

“You said we had a lot to talk about today?”  

You’re impartial to the fact he’s literally tossing you on the bed, reaching immediately for your knees to pose you properly. He can feel the glands in the back of his cheeks starting to secrete at the thought of drowning himself between your thighs. You just look so pretty and smell like heaven. Kento didn’t know what to do with himself. 

He keeps his collar buttoned to the top as he yanks open your knees, getting down on his so he can catch the view of your red rosy underwear. 

“What ‘re you talking about, girl?” He mumbles, licking his lips before pushing your panties to the side and dipping his tongue into your eager cunt. 

You were expecting his mouth, but you weren’t expecting him to be so eager; it makes you squeal. “Ken- fuck!” 

He hums, using a single hand to clench your thigh and another to unbutton his shirt. His sinful, loving tongue fucks you like he wants to – taking its time dipping in and out of your shivering entrance. You’re leaking and crying for him already, jumbled endearances falling out of your parted lips. 

It’s like he’s fucking you stupid only on his tongue. It kills you - he kills you. I bet he expects two more rounds out of you, too, before the night is done. 

But you two do have a lot to talk about. So, after you finish all over his tongue, he shoves off to the bathroom and closet to clean up. He leaves you time to yourself to collect your bearings, just deciding to ditch the sticky underwear in their entirety. It’s not like you’d be hiding anything from him anymore. 

“So, you’re moving in with me. I’ve started thinking about the whole process.” Kento steps out of the closet in his pajamas, combing his long hair back with his hands. He keeps complaining it’s getting too long for his tastes, but you like having something to tangle your fingers in. He wouldn’t cut it just yet. 

“Oh - yes, I guess.” 

“You guess?” He stops before he goes in the bathroom, wiping his face on his forearm. He’s looking over you with shadowed, sleepy eyes. “You don’t want to?” 

“Obviously, I want to.” You’re still gathering yourself, pushing your strap back over your shoulder. “Just… give me a second.” 

“Are you coming down well?” 

“Mhm,” You finally open your eyes, tucking some hair away. Now that you’re feeling a bit steadier, it’s easier to face him normally. He looks cute. “I’ll move in with you. You’re closer to the city, anyway.” 

That makes him smile again, and you realize you need a picture of him doing that. It’s not a common expression with him. “Since you get off earlier than I do, you can always just be at home waiting for me.” 

He doesn’t give you a lot of space to respond before he heads into the bathroom, turns on the faucet, and takes care of himself with you out of sight. You feel a pang of loneliness when he leaves your sight, but you’re stuck thinking about what he just told you. 

You can always just be at home waiting for me.

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Hi! I saw that requests were open, so I wonder... can I request an imagine or headcanons (whatever you're more comfortable doing) about Legosi falling for a carnivore s/o and struggling with that after being so sure to be attracted to herbivores only please??

my writing chops are a bit rusty so please excuse me if this feels a bit off 😭 i had lots of fun writing it though!! if anyone is interested in a part 2, please let me know! i think it's a cool concept to explore and would love to do more with this >:) thank's for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

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pairing: Beastars - legoshi x carnivore!gn!reader - feeling conflicted over falling for a carnivore hc’s

warnings: internalized ...species-phobia??, brief locker-room talk from bill, implied love triangle if you squint

- now this just threw him for an absolute loop

- i mean, sure legoshi has always been more than capable of recognizing when a carnivore would be considered conventionally attractive

- but to actually FEEL attracted to them himself???

- manages to convince himself that maybe he just really likes you,,,,as a fellow peer?

- why else would he feel so strongly towards you?

- it had to be some pack-mentality science! yeah, definitely! 🤔

- but it's hard to ignore the way his ears perk at the sound of your voice during class

- or the slight wag of his tail when he catches your scent in the hallways

- or how his heart seems to stop whenever you look in his direction,,,, 💗

- it's like you were sent into his life specifically to shake him up, it's so confusing!

- so his best solution to this? avoiding you entirely.

- outta sight outta mind 🫡

- sitting extremely far away from your spot in classes, changing which hallway routes he takes, getting to and leaving the cafeteria way before/after you

- it's a perfect plan, really!

- except you don't leave his mind

- no matter where he is or what he's doing, images and questions about you creep into his thoughts

- 'what do they like to do in their free time? they have a really pretty smile, i bet it attracts a lot of people... are they interested in dating right now? would they even be interested in a grey wolf, for that matter? how do they keep their fur looking so soft?'

- he even makes more time to hang around with haru to try reinforce his established attraction to just herbivores

- the only thing this really achieves is sending him into a spiral about how he's attracted to two different people now

- and when you get scouted into the drama club as one of the dancers, it's even harder to keep you out of his sight

- starts making slip-ups with angling the lighting correctly since his focus can't help but shift to you during rehearsals

- the others in the backstage crew actually start asking if he's alright because he never makes this many mistakes

- he thinks every movement you make is so graceful, controlled and confident,,,

- it's a testament to the way you own your strengths and effortlessly channel them into your skills; it makes it undeniably alluring to watch the way you move

- wait! no! it's normal for most carnivores to be good at the physical arts so it's not attraction, just admiration for how good you are!

- denial is a river in egypt,,,,

- this cycle goes on for quite some time until the first dress rehearsal

- "oh man, did you see how good [name] looks out there in their costume? what a hot bod, especially doing all those poses and bends during the dance routine! heh, what i'd do to get a piece of that... huh? hey, legoshi, what's got you all wound-up?"

- hearing bill talk about you like that and subsequently having to hold back from hurtling a mean punch his way, legoshi finally accepted that this was a feeling he had to address 💀

- despite the borderline obsessive pull toward you, he realizes he doesn't actually know you beyond being classmates and drama club members together

- eventually concludes the best course of action is to formally introduce himself and hopefully spend some time together

- figures it's also a good way to see if these feelings grow or fade the more he gets to know you, maybe it really is just some carnivore pack-mentality thing!

- best-case scenario is that he just really wanted to be friends with you so he can continue pursuing haru without worry, but only time will tell now...

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[sungbeams]

WIP DUMP

okay so this is lowkey inspired by @jayparked posting about her wips a bit ago (check them out here she's crazy talented and i can't wait to read them all) and since i've been struggling with writing recently i thought maybe sharing some of my wips could help. also biggest thanks to snail for helping me with the synopses for some of these and listening to me stress over the banners and everything

if you want to talk to me about any of them or wanna get tagged pls don't hesitate to send asks or comment on this post, i'd love to talk about them some more🥺❤️

MIDNIGHT IN MILAN — lhs !! POSTED !!

⟡ ┆ featuring. heeseung x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, established relationship, idol AU (both heeseung and yn)

⟡ ┆ warnings. semi-public sex, unprotected sex, mirror sex, mild choking, creampie, fingering, tiniest hint of degradation (he calls her a slut like once), one singular spank, some hair pulling, not really any aftercare

⟡ ┆ estimated word count. 6k

they say love makes you do stupid things...surely fucking your boyfriend in the bathroom at the prada after party when your relationship isn't even public and neither of you can afford a dating scandal isn't that stupid, right?

(i'm well aware the hype around tipsy heeseung has already died down but i started writing this immediately after the pics dropped and then got hit by writers block so i'm dedicated to finish this)

!! more under the cut !!

HE HATES ME, HE HATES ME NOT — psh

⟡ ┆ featuring. sunghoon x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, enemies to lovers, coworker AU, miscommunication (ikik), lowkey past fuckboi sunghoon

⟡ ┆ warnings. hate sex, semi-public sex (in an archive room?), protected and unprotected sex (there's several smut scenes), choking, spanking, degradation, praise kink, oral (m. and f. receiving), handjob, fingering, manhandling, overstimulation, dacryphilia, spit kink

⟡ ┆ estimated word count. 20k

park sunghoon hates you, and you hate him. it hadn't always been like that, when you first joined the company he works at he was friendly, a real gentleman, but over time of working together he turns cold, sometimes even downright mean, and you cannot for the life of you figure out what caused the sudden change in his behavior. however, things between you change yet again when you 'accidentally' get locked in your offices archive room.

HOME IS WHEREVER YOU ARE — lhs

⟡ ┆ featuring. heeseung x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, college!au, friends to lovers

⟡ ┆ warnings. there's some talks of depression as well as unhealthy coping mechanism so be aware of that pls, protected sex (be proud of me okay), oral (f. and m. receiving), vanilla af, neither of them are virgins or inexperienced but they just having sex for the first time together after realizing they've been in love with each other for years :')

⟡ ┆ estimated word count. 14k

"distance makes the heart grow fonder." is no longer just a cliche saying. heeseung decided to follow his dreams, but doing so lead him to a different city, leaving you behind. no other friends, no hobbies to keep yourself busy, and no motivation to keep going, the only thing keeping you on some sort of routine is attending your college classes that your parents force you to go to. just when you're about to officially quit and give up, heeseung shows up out of nowhere and manages to pull you out of your slump, upturning your whole friendship in the process.

NATURAL REMEDY — pjs

⟡ ┆ featuring. jay x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, physical therapist!reader, patient!jay, probably hipaa violations idk just don't do this irl basically

⟡ ┆ warnings. unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), body worship (jay receiving bc he deserves someone to tell him or handsome he is), handjob, lots of oil, lowkey massage kink idek what to call this??

⟡ ┆ estimated word count. 5k

when jay hurts his knee while goofing around with his friends, his doctor recommends rest and physical therapy. lucky for him, your office is just around the corner, just that neither of you can make good on the ordered rest by doctor.

HEALTHY COMPETITION — lhs + sjy

⟡ ┆ featuring. heeseung x fem!reader x jake

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, college au, non-idol au, and they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates), no romance just fucking

⟡ ┆ warnings. basically no plot, threesome (duh), protected and unprotected sex, anal, double penetration, spanking, oral (m. and f. receiving), multiple rounds, manhandling, they make it a competition to see who can make her moan the loudest...

⟡ ┆ estimated word count. 9k

your roommates bickering should be nothing but white noise to you at this point, but when they both rope you into their little argument of who fucks better things take an interesting turn and a welcomed distraction from studying is provided.

SNEAKY LINK — sjy

⟡ ┆ featuring. jake x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, uni AU, frat boy jake (i'm sorry), friends with benefits but no one knows, alcohol consumption (they're not drunk and both consenting !!)

⟡ ┆ warnings. unprotected sex (it's a theme for me atp, don't do this irl pls), dry humping, fingering (it's jake come on now), kinda rushed sex ig, does it count as exhibitionism when they fuck in a spare bedroom idk, oral (f. receiving), breast play

⟡ ┆ estimated word count. 4k

frat parties usually weren't your thing, but when your best friend invites you (with the intention to be her wingwoman) you're not one to let her down. that is until you run into jake, whom you've been fooling around with without anyone knowing ...

© sungbeams — all rights reserved. i do not give permission to copy, repost, modify or translate my works.

[jayparked]

33 & jake pls 😩

jake’s hands really have their own fandom 🫠

warnings: jake hand kink jake hand kink jake hand kink, fingering, dirty talk

your mouth opens and closes, words failing to get past the bottom of your throat whenever you try to speak.

"oh c'mon, pretty. i know you can do it. just tell me what you want and it's yours." jake chuckles, his fingers trailing up and down your naked skin from your legs up to your shoulders and it's driving you crazy.

he thinks it's that simple but it couldn't be further than the truth. it doesn't help that his digits are on the colder side so every trace of you he touches he leaves behind a trail of goosebumps. your breath hitches in your throat when his pointer finger moves along the front of your esophagus. he's toying with you. and he's getting off by doing so.

"just tell me what you want," he whispers, a mischievous glint in his eyes with a smirk that's to die for.

"iwantyourfingersinme." you say all too fast, but not fast enough that he doesn't hear it or can't put two and two together.

but jake isn't gonna let you off that easily.

"huh? what's that? one more time but look me in the eyes and annunciate your words."

god he just loves being a smart ass in bed.

"i want your fingers in me."

"that's my good girl, wasn't so hard now, was it?" jake gives you a quick peck on your lips before plunging his veiny fingers deep in your cunt, wasting no time scissoring the digits inside you to give you that oh so needed stretch.

"mmm, yeah, fuck, jake how do- how do you do that?" you gasp out, clutching onto him to get some sort of stable ground. his pace is fast and consistent, only faltering to change his hand position. now, instead of scissoring, he has his hand out almost as if he was about to shake someone's hand. instead, he has his ring and middle finger deep inside you, moving his arm in small circles so his pointer finger can glide against your clit. all you can do is hopelessly clench on the two digits, relishing in the the way he curls them inside you ever so slightly, just enough to leave you on the edge of your seat.

"my baby should tell me what she wants more often. i'd do anything you ask me to do," he murmurs with a smile between open mouth kisses to your neck, flattening his tongue on the spot behind your ear that he knows makes your entire body tingle.

suddenly, jake's lustful eyes brighten for just a moment before darkening again. his free hand comes into your view as the other continues to coax your release out of you.

"like my fingers so much? then open." his pointer and middle finger prod at your lips until you comply. he presses his fingertips down on your tongue, impatiently telling you to react. you moan on his digits, hollowing your cheeks as your eyes roll back. swirling your tongue and feeling his veins in your mouth has you so ravenous you're almost scared you'll fully lose your mind.

with jake's fingers deep down your throat and deeper inside your cunt you come faster than you ever have before, begging him to do it again only moments after.

for part of my 1k follower celebration send me a member and a number from this list and i'll write a short drabble about it ♡ masterlist

[aingeal98]

More Jason and Cass thoughts (sorry but also not sorry) but if I was magically given full control over DC and could write what I'd want obviously I'd make Cass Batman but I've been thinking of what sort of reaction and role Jason would have in response. I think I'd write his version of "Congrats on the new job!" as a test, involving the Joker and civilians and gangs and Red Hood and a ton of explosives. Bruce failed me, and now he's given up. You're his successor, let's see how you handle this dilemma that freaked him out so badly he threw a batarang into my throat rather than let me avenge my own death in front of him.

So obviously Cass will overcome the traps and the puzzles. That's the fun part to show how competent both of them are and sprinkle in little character moments as we go. But then we reach the emotional crux of the matter, probably laid out as some sort of saw trap because it's Jason. Here I am, a victim of murder. You say nobody dies tonight but I did, and I want the man who did it dead. Not only did Batman fail to avenge me but he failed to stop the Joker from going on to create even more victims. What right do you have to stop me from getting justice for myself? What right does this man have to life after what he's taken from me and from countless others? I'm not trying to kill a random stranger, I'm specifically demanding justice for my own death that I never got while I was gone.

There are two ways this could go. The straightforward route if I knew my time on this run was limited would probably be a pyrrhic victory like the ones Cass's og series was so fond of. Just like Bruce in utrh, she acts on instinct and saves the Joker (and Jason this time) . A win technically, but she fails the test. Jason is once again vindicated but with nothing to show for it. The story ends with Cass sending the Joker back to jail and going back to the batcave, where the old Robin costume looms judgementally, highlighting her failure. It would be the most fitting end given their character molds, all tragedy and conviction and unstoppable force meets immovable object etc.

However... I think the option I prefer would be a little different. Cass levelling with Jason, a killer talking to a murder victim. She has no right to stop Jason from getting justice, she has no love for the Joker but she knows any death she allows to happen like this would devastate her, just like that death row inmate long ago she tried to break out but ended up letting go once the family of the victim talked to her and demanded justice. I think... In this specific situation, she'd just be honest. Morally she has no right sure. Personally she just really really doesn't want anyone to die. Give her one chance, please. Let her try it her way. Not demanding, not lecturing or insisting, just... Please. Don't do this. Let me try another way.

And then what? Jason asks.

In the end a deal is struck. Cass will take the Joker and lock him up, ensuring he never harms anyone again while also trying to rehabilitate him. But the second she fails and he gets free, Jason kills him and she won't stand in his way. It's the kind of deal that leaves both of them mildly disgusted and dissatisfied with themselves, neither of them naturally creatures of compromise when it comes to this specific topic. But Cass is willing to do anything to avoid death and Jason did not expect the new Bat to be so... Flexible? Kind of? Of course maybe she won't actually hold up her end of the deal and when the Joker gets loose she'll try and stop Jason from killing him and he'll get his miserable vindication, but right now this is something strange and new and he's mildly confused and curious about where it will go. He doesn't believe in her ability to contain the Joker forever but he's willing to let her try because her reaction to that future failure interests him. She's given him a sword of damocles to hang above her head and he didn't ask for it or expect it. It's the type of power he never thought the Bat would just... Hand to him.

The conflict ends with neither of them fully winning or losing. They both don't really know what to feel about this.

The thing is, the second Cass let's Jason kill the Joker she's hanging up the mantle. She's staking the Bat on this, because it's always go big or go home with her when it comes to saving others, even someone like the Joker. In this magical universe where I have unlimited power, Cass would lock the Joker in a secret bunker and have Leslie Thompkins talk to him daily, mostly because I think her pacifism speeches and debates in the comics would make a fun contrast to the Joker's evil sadism. (But what about his rights? Doesn't he deserve a trial and to be held in a regular prison? I'm going to be honest I think Cass would be very comfortable bending the rules on this specific situation. Morally questionable but I'd have fun with it. She's going to let Leslie treat Joker like her personal pet project to save his soul because yes she wants him to change but also she's got a city to save every night so go crazy Leslie, have fun.)

And the Batman series would continue with Cass as the lead, new challenges and new antagonists and every twenty issues or so for the first hundred we'll cut back to the Joker briefly if his chats with Leslie can help highlight some thematic element of the current arc. But bit by bit he'd slowly fade away onto oblivion, maybe getting referenced every hundred issues or so until eventually no one remembers or cares about him because there's so much else going on. Meanwhile Jason's got a good thing going as Red Hood, primarily based in Park Row and a tentative ally on the occasion when their vigilante work aligns. Unlike Joker he's a much more frequent character in the comics, and after say 10 years (this is my magical fantasy universe Cass's batman run is going to last for a very long time alright) when people think of DC characters they think of Red Hood long before they think of the Joker.

Is any of this realistic? Right now of course not. It's why I'd go with the pyrrhic victory if I actually got the chance, because it would be the best way to tell the story in the larger context of the Bat narrative. But it's my fantasy DC editor and writer daydream and I'm going to dream big. They're never going to be normal happy siblings, their personal demons will never fully let them be free and the looming possibility of losing everything they currently have narrative wise if Bruce comes back as Batman will always be there. But it's maybe the closest to peace they'll ever get. Unsatisfying and tame compromise that probably violates several laws and ethical codes but whatever. Cass has never read the Geneva convention and Jason's not going to shed tears over the Joker. Let him die relevancy wise if not physically.

[quantum1mmortality]

Im so glad you're writing for Curly bc I'm so obsessed with him rn!! May I suggest (if you haven't done them already) some soft/fluffy post burn hcs? Like finally seing him again after a long drive to the hospital, mentally preparing yourself for what he might look like. Curly being so afraid about how you'd react, and just breaking down when you let out an "oh, Curly :(" and softly place a hand on his cheek, so worried that you might hurt him by accident that it's hardly even a touch at all. Curly leaning his cheek into your palm, having been so scared to see you and now so desperate for your touch.

Life returning to a new normal after a while, prosthetics and PT, skin grafts, so on. Lying in bed with him and being so relived and happy when he gets a spark of mischief like he used to and tries to tickle or play wrestle with you. Him quietly asking questions when the laughter dies down. if you missed his lips, or the blond hair you loved so much that now hardly grew at all. Reassuring him that it didn't matter what he looked like, or what he could and could not do anymore. He's still your curly.

Sorry this turned out so long 😭 I can't get him out of my head!

I LOVE what you wrote 🙏🙏 I'll be going off of these, taking bits and pieces of your hcs and then putting them in here. Overall just gonna be fluffy post crash Curly hcs :)

Of topic, but the way some people in this fandom treat post crash curly makes me nauseous. Finding out that some of you wouldn't treat him like I would makes me wanna cry. Maybe I'm too empathetic or maybe I'm a baby back bitch, either way, I'd care for this man so much. Y'all don't understand how much I love him.

Tw/cw; none!! One curse word but that's literally it (I think)

Not proofread

Extremely sensitive to touch for the first few weeks. I feel as though curly would be in incredible pain, but would try his best to keep your hands touching his cheeks, face, body in general. He'd even go as far as to whimper at how bad it hurt, yet still enduring it because he needed to know you still loved him.

He'd be so happy to see you anytime you were around. Just like pre crash, but it was more special. It got to the point where you would take off work for weeks at a time just to be with him, just so you could see him happy.

After the first two months of agonizing pain, you'd start touching him more. Not sexual, obviously, but just getting more physically affectionate. You'd be able to hug and kiss him goodbye, and hold on to his arm as you talked with him.

Speaking of talking, he wouldn't be able to, so you would talk for him. Basically telling him something, then answering any questions he may or may not have. You've known him long enough, you know how he'd react and question things, so it was practically a no brainer for you.

Now that he doesn't feel as much pain as he used to from your touches, you'd begin sleeping with him. NOT SEXUAL!!! Just cuddling up next to him in the hospital bed, laying your head on his shoulders and kissing him goodnight. Just like how you used to.

Eventually he'd start getting prosthetics, and aside from the physical therapy he's usually getting, you'd bring board games and playing cards so he could learn to use his new hands while still spending time with you.

Curly used to kick your ass in uno and honestly he still does. The trembling in his hands would slowly go away over time, and you were helping him with that much more than his physical therapist was; because at least he wanted to actually be around you.

After months and months, he'd finally be ready to take home. New prosthetics and a bunch of skin graft surgeries later, he's in good condition again. Not perfect in his eyes, but it is in yours.

He wouldn't be able to work, but Pony Express sends him checks as if he was. He gets enough from them, you could quit your job, but you don't want to be dependent on them. So you keep working.

Getting home from work is your favorite part of the day, having Curly be so happy to see you makes everything so worth it.

Your home life goes back to normal with a few exceptions, but nothing too drastic. Curly being in a wheelchair and still not being able to speak, but it's nothing you can't handle. You love him, you're willing to make sacrifices. He'd do the same for you, and you know that.

Bonus content; if you guys were married before the crash, once he got his prosthetic hands, he'd have you help him make a little beaded necklace for his ring to go on; that way he could still wear it :) he'd never take the necklace off once it's done

A/N; I've been pretty busy recently so sorry for the delay on requests; I have a lot of ideas for them though so hopefully they'll be out soon

[holdmytesseract]

dad-to-be!Daryl absolutely pampering reader. She's just started experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions and she's scared about the real deal happening soon, so Daryl takes it upon himself to help her relieve some stress. Bathing her, making her food—or, well, trying to—painting her nails with some nail polish he got from Maggie or someone, etc. just sweet Daryl all around.

Love you if you write this, love you if you don't! Don't feel pressured at all, love 💜

In This Together

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: Starting to experience Braxton Hicks, your archer is more than adamant to be by your side.

Warnings: usual TWD stuff? fluff, pregnancy stuff, mentions of a injury and a fight, bit angst, protective!Daryl

Set in the beginning of Season 9!

Word Count: 3,3k

a/n: Here we are. Dad-to-be!Daryl! 🥰

Thank you SO much for sending me this, @dixons-sunshine ! I LOVED writing it! 🧡 I hope you don't mind that I, uh, drifted 'off-topic' a bit. The writing department in my brain just has its own mind... 🫣

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"So... This is nothing I have to be afraid of?" You asked hesitatingly; voice still thick with concern. Siddiq gave you a bright smile, which was a clear attempt to nip your worries in the bud. "No, Y/N, absolutely not. It's perfectly normal and important to experience Braxton Hicks. And besides it's an indication that my estimations are correct. You're about twenty-eight weeks along now, I'd say - in time frame for that to happen." You nodded; finding Siddiq's reassuring words truly helpful. "O-Okay... But there's nothing I can do about it, right?" "No, sorry. You just have to go through them." You gave the doctor another nod, "Alright..." and moved to sit up on the makeshift examination table; Siddiq immediately offering you a hand to help you up - which you gladly took. "Thanks." The man smiled at you once more and stood to his feet as well; placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Just remember, it's important for your body. It's practice." "Yeah," you answered; rubbing the back of your neck. "Won't change that Daryl's gonna be worried sick... Dunno if he knows what Braxton Hicks are." Siddiq chuckled; knowing exactly what you meant. He got to know the archer way better the past months, and knew what he was 'capable' of...

"Explain it to him like I did to you. He'll understand." "Mhm, yeah, gotta try." You offered the man opposite you a last smile, patting your thigh to gain the attention of your furry, four-legged friend and headed for the door; "Thanks, Siddiq!" Dog following close behind. "Sure thing, Y/N." The doctor watched you leave, before he returned to his work.

You made your way slowly back to the basement apartment you and the archer shared. It took you about two times longer now to head from the infirmary back home; due to the pregnancy and its side effects. Your feet were swollen and hurting, just like your back now and then. It could be quite frustrating from time to time, especially when your husband wasn't around to give you endless foot rubs and massages - just like at the moment. Daryl was stationed and working at the bridge since almost two weeks now... You missed him - a lot. The daily conversations over the walkie-talkie weren't just enough anymore.

Knowing he'd be away for at least a month, he left Dog with you; trusting the faithful canine to keep you safe. He did and seemed to understand exactly what his dad asked him to do. Dog was like glued to your side; never leaving. You thought it was adorable and utterly precious.

Closing the door of the basement behind yourself and Dog, you grabbed the walkie-talkie and plopped down on the sofa with a sigh. Since the sun had started to sink, you hoped that Daryl could spare some time for you now to talk. Sure, he always did, but you hated to keep him from important things. After all, he was an important figure in this whole construction Rick and everyone else had built over the years. Daryl wasn't 'just' a right-hand-man anymore... He was a leader - and you weren't just talking about the Sanctuary.

"Daryl?" You pressed the button of the radio and called out his name, before letting go of said button again; waiting for an answer. After a few moments of silence, you tried again. "Dar? You here?"

It took the archer another few moments to answer. "Yeah, 'm here," his slightly static voice suddenly sounded from the small device in your hands; giving you a little scare. "Sorry, sunshine. Been wantin' ta get away from that bridge first 'n into my tent." He paused for a short moment.

"Everything a'right with ya two?"

You smiled; already loving to hear his voice. Dog's ears perked up as well, before he quickly joined you on the sofa and snuggled against your left leg; head resting on your thigh. Your free hand immediately went to give the canine some well-deserved head scratches.

"Hey, baby. Yeah, we're good; just missing you..." An adorable grunt could be heard from the other end. "Don get me started on how much 'm missin' my girls."

Your heart clenched at his words; bottom lip wobbling dangerously. What you would give to curl up in his arms now...

Somewhat between a sob and a laugh was escaping your lips. "Baby, you gotta stop that, or you're gonna make me cry, what in return in going to make our munchkin even more sad." "Even more sad? Whaddaya mean?" Daryl asked; his attention falling on his unborn child in concern. You smiled sadly and started to absentmindedly caress your baby bump; letting go of Dog, who was dozing peacefully.

"She's very unsettled and... antsy. I can feel it. She kicks more than usually a-and well... I think it's because she misses her daddy. She's used to hear your voice, you know, and now it's not there. Over the radio isn't the real thing..."

All you could hear for quite a few moments from 'the other end of the line' was silence. You frowned and just opened your mouth to say something, when you heard his voice again. "'M comin' home," Daryl stated. Your eyes widened. That wasn't your intention... You knew that he had to stay. Rick needed him there, but his words were also so tempting... And the fact that he was willing to drop everything just to drive back to Alexandria in order to calm his unborn daughter caused your ovaries to explode.

But you knew better, unfortunately.

"No, Daryl. You gotta stay. Rick needs you." He scoffed. "But our munchkin needs me more..." Well, damn. That was actually the truth. Valid point. "I know, baby, but I got it, okay? It's only two more weeks..." "Yeah, 's two weeks too much," he grumbled in return. "I know, but look... After that is done you won't have to leave us again until the birth. Rick promised, remember?" Daryl sighed; remembering his brother's words.

You were sure you had convinced him with that; already celebrating your victory over his stubbornness internally, when your body decided to throw a wrench in the works... Hitting you with a Braxton Hicks contraction.

Of course, you didn't see it coming - how could you? And therefore left a loud hiss your lips, followed by a small, yet painful cry, before you were even able to stop it.

You knew right away that you were screwed now. That wasn't how you planned to tell him... Fuck.

"Y/N?!" His panicked voice instantly urged to your ears. And Daryl wasn't the only one worrying... Dog had woken from his sleep by your cry; ears perked. He was wincing and repeatedly nudging you with his wet snout.

"Y/N!" "I-I'm here, Daryl," you radioed back as soon as the mild contraction subsided. Taking a deep breath, your free hand returned to the canine curled up against your side; petting his fur. "I'm okay, Dog, I'm okay..." You reassured Daryl's animal companion.

"Wha' wrong?! Are ya in pain?! Please talk ta me, woman!" You swallowed; redirecting your attention back to your worried husband. "I'm good, don't worry. It's just... I, uh, started having Braxton Hicks..." "Braxton wha'?" "Braxton Hicks... Those are, um, mild contractions. It's something that occurs between the twentieth and thirty-fifth week of pregnancy. My body is, uh, practising for the birth," you explained; biting your lip, before quickly adding: "Siddiq says it's a good thing a-and perfectly normal."

There was silence on the other end for a long moment, before the click-clacking sound of the little device in your hand announced Daryl's voice again. "'M comin' home," he stated once more; now drop-dead serious. "Packin' my stuff right now."

Damnit...

"Baby..." "Nah. Ya ain't talkin' me outta this, Y/N. Yer in pain, havin' fuckin' contractions! 'M comin' home." You sighed; knowing that starting yet another 'discussion' would be most likely fruitless. You couldn't stop him. Not again. "Imma talk ta Rick first thing in the mornin' 'n leave as soon as I can." "I won't win another argument, will I?" "Nah, ya ain't."

You sighed again, but ultimately gave in. "Alright... I'll see you tomorrow then... Be safe and drive carefully, yes?" "Of course, sunshine. Don worry 'bout me. You stay safe, ya hear me?" "Promise." "Good. I love ya. Both 'a ya." "We love you, too."

With yet another sigh, you put the walkie-talkie aside; placing it on the small coffee table in front of you. You didn't want Daryl to cut this 'mission' short just because of a few cramps, but on the other hand, you couldn't deny that you looked forward now to see him again. Two weeks felt like ages.

You smiled; cupping your baby bump once more. "You heard that, munchkin? Daddy's coming home tomorrow."

Daryl had a hard time sleeping that night - naturally. He was way too worried, and therefore just decided to spend the rest of the night on watch; waiting for the sun to rise.

Once the other people in the camp had started their day as well and the place was literally bustling with members of all the various communities, the archer sought out his brother...

"Rick." Said man was currently talking to Cindy and Beatrice from Oceanside as Daryl approached. The former policeman's eyes travelled shortly to Daryl, before he ended his conversation with the two women and shifted his attention. Cindy and Beatrice passed Daryl by; giving the archer a nod, which he answered with a curt jut of his head.

"Mornin'," Rick greeted his brother; hands on his hips. "You good?" The leader was indirectly referring to the last remains of a fight his friend had with Justin - a Savior, few days prior. Daryl had clearly won that argument, but a very prominent cut above his upper lip was the price he had to pay.

The archer put Rick off; "'M fine." quickly dismissing the topic. "But we gotta talk." Rick nodded and gestured at the huge tent only a few yards away, in which everything else got usually discussed as well. Wordlessly, Daryl followed him; stepping through the flaps of the dark green tent.

"I gotta go back home." He didn't beat around the bush. Why should he? "Y/N's experiencin' those... fake contractions, 'n the baby's very restless; givin' 'er a hard time as well. She needs me," Daryl explained; biting the inside of his bottom lip. "I know ya need me 'ere too, 'n 'm sorry, but-" "Y/N and the baby are your priority, I know," Rick interrupted the archer and gave him a smile. "As it should be, Daryl. They're your family. Go home. We got this." He nodded; head lowered. "Thanks, man." Rick smiled once more and gave his brother a pat on the shoulder. "Be safe, yeah?" "Ya too."

Not even ten minutes later was Daryl kneeling beside his bike to strap his crossbow on the vehicle; ready to leave. The camp was bustling with people, and yet found him a specific pair of eyes...

"You're leaving?" Carol asked as she came to stand beside him; arms crossed over her chest. "Without saying goodbye? Shame on you." Daryl looked up, almost apologetically. "Yeah, 'm leavin'. Y/N needs me," he explained; getting to his feet. "But I was gonna say goodbye. I ain't jus' leavin' ya." A frown carved itself immediately in the woman's forehead. "Is everything alright? Y/N and the baby are fine, right?" The archer nodded. "Yeah, jus' some fake contractions 's all, but I wanna help 'er through this. 'Sides the lil' munchkin 's missin' me," he explained; shrugging his shoulders and moving to mount his bike.

Carol gave him a cheeky, yet happy smile. "I think you're the happiest I have ever seen you, you know that? It's good, pookie." "Pf," Daryl scoffed and grunted; couldn't stop his cheeks from reddening. "Stop." His best friend smiled even brighter. "No, 'cause it is a good thing. You deserve this. To be happy. You do." The smile he gave Carol then was nothing but sincere. He wasn't a man of much words, but the woman knew, of course.

Daryl started the engine and exchanged a last look with his best friend, before he drove off.

Since you knew that Daryl was returning sometime this morning, you decided to take on Michonne's watch. It took you all the convincing skills you had, but in the end gave your friend in. Some fresh air was always a good thing, right? And all you wanted was to see your husband approaching safely the gates.

You didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but you were pretty sure it had been a few hours, until you heard that familiar sound of an approaching motorcycle. Standing up from the comfortable camping chair Michonne had gotten up on the wooden tower only for you, you watched with a smile how Daryl drove up to the gates - which got immediately opened for him. The archer had seen you, of course. A short eye contact was enough to display the feelings exploding within the both of you. Especially happiness and love.

Well, it had been two long weeks...

Your husband drove past the gates; immediately turning off the engine and dismounting his beloved vehicle, while you moved to slowly climb down the wooden ladder - step after step. You were carrying precious cargo, after all. About halfway down, you suddenly felt two big palms settling firmly on your hips. "Careful, sunshine," the archer's deep, smokey voice urged to your ears. You smiled; his touch and voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Planting both feet firmly on the ground again, you immediately turned to hug the man as tight as your baby bump allowed.

"Daryl...," you breathed; inhaling his scent and fighting the tears - kudos to your hormones. "Hey, sweetheart." He held you just as firm, before he pulled back to gaze concerningly in your eyes. "Wha' were ya doin' up there?" He nodded at the watch tower. "Waiting for you, of course." Daryl grunted in clear dislike. "Ya shouldn't be up there. 'S dangerous. 'Specially alone."

You appreciated and treasured his protectiveness, but in that very moment was the watch tower the last thing you thought about.

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you cupped your husband's cheek. "Shut up and kiss me." Daryl still wasn't entirely comfortable of displaying affection in public, even after all those years - what you didn't mind, of course, but in that very moment, he didn't give a fuck. The longing and the ache in his heart after having to be away from you for so long was taking over.

He grunted in fake annoyance, before he dipped his head to meet your lips halfway in a deep, longing kiss. "I missed you so much, Dar," you whispered against his lips and bestowed another sweet, short kiss upon them. "Missed ya, too, sunshine." You smiled; his cheeks still cupped by your hands, as your eyes roamed his handsome face. But your happy expression got quickly replaced by a frown as you noticed the small injury above his lips.

"Where did you get that cut, baby?" Daryl shook his head; hands squeezing your hips in a reassuring manner. "'S nothing, sweetheart. Jus' got in a fight a few days ago 's all." Your eyes darkened. "One of the Saviors?" He nodded. "Justin. He was bein' an asshole. Couldn't let tha' slip." You sighed; nodding. "Does it hurt?" Concern flamed up within you once again. "Nah. Not anymore."

You wanted to answer him, but another cramp shot through your lower abdomen; causing you to grimace. Daryl's grip tightened again on an instant. "Contraction?" "Y-Yeah..." You confirmed; luckily feeling the period cramp like pain subsiding again. "C'mon, sunshine. Let's getcha back home. 'M here fer ya two now. Ain't gonna leave again."

You weren't the only one being happy about Daryl's return. Dog was happy too; almost taking the bulky man off his feet with the force he threw himself on him; paws connecting with Daryl's broad chest. You only watched with a smile; hands supporting your baby bump.

Speaking of... The tiny girl living in your womb was ecstatic to hear her father's voice again. You could feel it. Once you had cuddled up with Daryl on the sofa, to catch up on the lost time of physical contact and conversations, you felt her move; recognising Daryl's voice and seemingly that the hands around her home weren't yours as well... Daryl was about to tell you about working at the bridge, when a tiny foot connected with the palm of his hand. "Was tha'...?" You giggled; nodding. "A foot, yep. She got super active within the last hour. She knows her daddy is back. Told you she missed you." A breathless laugh left your husband's mouth; his thumbs starting to caress the clothed skin of your stomach. "Hey in there, lil' munchkin. I missed ya too, ya know."

He received another strong kick in return.

"She's got bigger 'n stronger. I can tell." "Yeah? You think so?" You asked; turning your head to gaze at the archer over your shoulder. "Yeah. Can feel it. 'S different." You just smiled at him; loving how observing he was and cuddled further into his arms; enjoying every second of your reunion.

"Daryl?" You asked after a few minutes of pleasant silence. "Yeah?" You swallowed; picking at your nails. "Those Braxton Hicks I had the past days... They kinda, uh, gave me the creeps a little bit. I-I mean... I know now that the birth isn't very far away and that the real contractions will be way worse. That's... scaring." The archer nodded; biting the inside of his lower lip. "'M sorry 'bout that, sunshine.... Wish I could take tha' fear away, but... 'm afraid too. 'M scared of losin' ya or her, or hence even both 'a ya. But we gotta make this somehow, right? We're in this together. You 'n me. I ain't ever leavin' yer side."

To hear that Daryl had his fears as well was weirdly reassuring for you; knowing that you were truly not alone in this - in every aspect.

You laid your hands on top of Daryl's, which were still resting on your baby bump. "W-We gotta make it, yeah. You and me. Together." You felt Daryl nuzzling your neck; his goatee scratching your skin and his chapped lips aiming for a kiss. "Like we always do."

The following days and weeks were spent by the archer to help you through the Braxton Hicks contractions whenever you got hit by one, and through the pregnancy in general, of course. He was even more attentive and protective than in the beginning and was doing everything in his power to take away the stress and make you feel as comfortable as possible - which included pampering you. Endless foot rubs and back massages, running countless baths for you, getting you your latest craving - even in the middle of the night, and of course cooking food for you. The cooking wasn't always successful, but you loved the man for all the effort he put in. Daryl took you on walks around Alexandria regularly as well; making sure you'd get some fresh air. Certainly not outside the walls, but he'd accompany you everywhere you wished inside the walls.

Daryl even agreed on painting your nails, which ended in a mild disaster, but it definitely didn't fail to put a big smile on your face.

And when the tiny miracle inside you finally decided to see the light of the day and Daryl's hand was tightly locked with yours as you went through labour, you knew that everything would be alright, because you got Daryl and Daryl got you.

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all bark, no bite

max verstappen - team principal au

tags: smut/pwp, halloween fic, costumes (reader dresses as a puppy), collars, team principal!max, driver!reader, age gap (20s/40s), power dynamic, semi-public sex, quiet-ish sex, clothed sex, dirty talk

a/n: have a happy halloween, i'm writing more team principal au, if you have any suggestions for future installments, please send them to me. i love hearing what ya'll come up with!!

"you are not going to the party like that." you felt like you were being scolded by your father rather than your boss. you made a face and looked over to see your team principal near by.

you stuck your tongue out, "too bad." then started to walk further away from your driver's room and towards the exit. but, you didn't get far, not while your boss had a longer stride than you.

he captured your wrist and pulled you back, closer to him. in your heels, you staggered backwards. you looked up at him and frowned. he said, "i said, you're not going out like that."

"i don't have another costume." you bit back.

max made a face, "go as a verstappen racing fan. i don't know. but i'm not having you cause a scene because you decided to dress like a whore."

you had a complicated relationship with your team principal. you had seen the jokes over the years of tps having interesting dynamics with drivers, even drivers not on their team. you had even seen memes about your own dynamic with max verstappen.

if only they knew.

he had you pinned to his chest, with his hand on your wrist as he examined your neck from the odd angle. he clicked his tongue and said, "what is this costume even supposed to be?"

you replied, "a puppy."

"a puppy, huh? usually puppies have some manners. they at least look a little apologetic when their owners are mad at them." he sad as he used his other hand to touch at the collar around your neck, "you're not very apologetic towards me."

"you're not my owner."

he replied, "you may not have my name around your neck. but you have my logo across your pretty tits every time you race. i'd say that's about the same thing." you are max verstappen were intimate in a way that would send the press into a heated frenzy. you gave him racing results and he gave you the world.

but he had such a possessive streak through him. a jealous old man. you whined when he held onto your throat a little tighter. you shifted a little under his touch.

he leaned in to kiss you on the lips and squeezed the collar a little, thus squeezing your throat. he groaned, "if you wanted me to fuck you on halloween, you only had to ask." he held on a little tighter.

there was no one else around. there wouldn't be. halloween was on a thursday, practice didn't start till tomorrow. you eventually ended up on the transport boxes with the skirt of your dress hiked up.

you were dressed like a dalmatian, except anyone could make out the shape of your body. max had expectations for you as a driver for his team. he knew what it was like to be young with the world at your fingertips. he was meant to guide you. especially with how everyone recorded anything.

"hoping to get lucky tonight, puppy?" he asked as he pushed the dress up, exposing the thin, white cotton panties underneath. he licked his lips, "we could've gone back to my hotel room and played all night. fetch, tug-o-war, maybe you'd even get a bone by the end of the night." he licked his lips.

your face flushed and you shifted against the metal and plastic of the boxes. the surface was uneven and left your back feeling sore. this felt so public, it wasn't in the most excluded area. you swallowed, "oh my god, shut up." and whined when he kissed at your neck. your panties were around your ankles.

and when he kissed you, you heard the clink of his belt buckle and the zip of his jeans. he loomed over you. he was boarder than you, he could easily overshadow and overpower you. you whined when you felt his cock rub up against your slick entrance.

he said, "aw, look at that. they're kissing." he was talking about his sticky cock up against your slick pussy. the blunt head up against your clit. it made you feel a rush of pleasure through you.

you could feel the excitement, the risk of it all. if some stray reporter came through here or a security guard. you knew what the headlines for the weekend would be.

young, promising driver takes a ride on her team principal.

he sank into your sweet cunt and your ached your back. you let out a small noise and max put a hand over your mouth. your nose was left uncovered so you could breath. his other hand was on your thigh as he rocked against you. he said in a low voice, "you know i love when you're loud, but you have to to stay quiet. you can be a good puppy, right? be a good girl for me."

his praise made something bloom in your stomach as he moved against you. you had a total kink for his praise, that was why you always pushed yourself so hard on the track. it was why you were over a hundred points ahead of the second place racer. you thrived off of it, to have someone like max give you praise.

you moaned against his hand, your voice muffled as he rocked against you. his cock slotted in you so well. you exhaled deeply through your nose. you couldn't feel your headband anymore and hair got in your face as he fucked you in such a public space.

"fuck." he groaned, "you have no idea what you do to me.' he moved against you further, "i never know i liked costumes. maybe next year, you should go as me." he chuckled as he curved over you and got at a deeper angle, "but i sort of like you in a collar better."

you groaned and reached for his shoulders. you clutched onto his shoulder tightly. his cock hit up against the softest parts of you and it made you see stars. you panted heavily and tried to keep quiet even though max's hand was good at muffling most of the noise.

you pretty painted black nails dug into his shoulders through the verstappen racing t-shirt he wore. you looked good with his logo across your chest, but he looked just as nice in a black t-shirt.

hunger ran through you as he fucked your feverishly. there was no time for tenderness. while he loved taking you apart with his tongue and fingers. there really was no time to waste.

you felt the heat on your body, your costume stuck to you in a weird way. the blank tag on your collar bounced with the movements of your boss' thrusts. something about this felt wrong, it was wrong. you were certain there had been casual affairs throughout the decades of formula one.

but nothing quite like this. the protege of one of the greatest being fucked by her boss. your pretty tits bounced with a whorish movements as she got railed in the paddock of her team. quite the scandal if it got out.

most thought you fucked your way to the top. but, in all fairness, max saw how you drove before he saw the sway of your hips. he valued your skill more than your ability to suck his cock or take his thick fingers in your slick pussy.

you were his champion, sex was just a component of it. he took your virginity, and you gave him the points he needed to win. you tightened your legs around him as he continued to drill his cock into you. the pace increased as you felt the swarm of pleasure in your head.

you weren't going to the party tonight. you could already tell.

"next time." he said, "i'll get you a proper collar. something a little more padded. with a tag with my name on it. if you're going to be my puppy then, you'll have to look the party. don't worry about a tail or ears. you'll do just fine in lacy lingerie that i can tear off with my teeth."

you swallowed, your cunt clenched around him as he continued to fuck you with a heavy pace. your felt any sense go out your ear, fully engulfed by the heat between you two. max knew how to make you feel good, he knew exactly how to get your yearning for more. if you were a puppy then he was the big, bad wolf.

you whined around his hand and he pressed his palm further against you. he shushed you and held onto your hip tighter as he thrusted against you. he watched your eyes roll a little from the pleasure of the entire situation.

he could feel the leap in his chest and the sweat on his back. he didn't often fuck you in such a public place. but he couldn't help himself. you got to prance off to some luxury party hosted by drivers of another team. you were going to be with liquor, boys and whatever else money could buy.

of course he was going to be concerned about his darling driver. his superstar. after all, he had high expectations for you. you were going to be the best if you weren't already. and he wasn't going let you ruin it over some cheap shots and boys with small packages. he knew you needed someone older, someone like him.

the pace became faster, erratic with little formalities. there was little rhythm to it as his cock kissed the hottest parts of you. the parts that made you pant under his hand. your gaze became unfocused and your blood pumped in your ears.

you clutched onto him and whined something that max couldn't hear. he replaced his hand with his lips. the kiss was hot as you held onto him tightly. it was all too much, the pleasure crossed through you like a heated sword and you came around his cock.

he groaned when you clenched around him. your nails dug into his skin. it only fueled his need to fuck you harder. while not the most ideal position. he'd make due. when you broke the kiss, you panted heavily with your gaze unfocused. you looked whorish, but max loved it.

the pace continued, and max made sure that your body was wracked with more lust as he continued to fuck you. he cursed in dutch under his breath as he gave it a few more thrusts before he finished inside of you.

you both moaned a little louder than you hoped for. you leaned forward against him. your pressed your cheek against his clothed chest as you tried to catch your breath.

max composed himself quickly and combed his fingers through your hair tenderly. he groaned, "good, puppy."

you looked up at him and asked, "can i go to the party tonight?"

he chuckled and patted your cheek with a little force. he chuckled, "cute. no, no. you're going to get your messy panties back on and we're going back to the hotel. i'm not letting a good puppy like you get into trouble." he pinched your cheek which made you whine.

"plus, i think you need some more training."

-

the following morning, your teammate was walking through the paddock beside you. the two of you were chatting, but your stomach dropped when he looked over and noticed something over one of the boxes.

you two stopped and before your teammate could say a word. your teammate pointed at the headband. you felt a cold sweat as he asked, "are those... dog ears?" then looked at you, "those look like the ones you were supposed to wear to the party last night... you never came to that."

you chuckled nervously, "well, i got tired... but mine are in my hotel room." you heard whistling and looked over to see your team principal walking by. you called for max, "max, isn't my costume in my hotel room."

he perked up and looked over. he pointed to the headband on the box and replied, "oh no.. those are yours." your boss broke into a grin. and your eyes went wide as he walked away.

you could feel your ears burn as your teammate asked.

"where were you last night anyway?" <3

this is part of the max verstappen team principal au

[thir10th]

hi love! i'd like to req emily smut, maybe a little more on the rough side if you'd be comfortable with that, where she gets jealous over reader and shows that through sex

if you want something less vague, it could be when reader brings emily lunch to her office and morgan keeps flirting with her, leading to some action in emily's office

I'll be doing these two together cause why not. I hope you don't mind! thanks for requesting, and I hope you liked it!!

jealousy - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

summary: see the asks, it's a mix of both, it kind of took a turn, but i hope you still enjoy it! tw: jealousy, a very poor try at dom Emily, fingering, breast play?, idk tws are so hard once you've finished writing🥲, i think that's it lmk if i'm missing smth a/n: no idea if there's a way for me to link both asks here, someone lmk if there is

It's only 8.00 am when you enter the police station, two bodies in the past 12 hours required the early hours, everyone had to be focused, your mind had to be only in one place. However, this wasn't the case for all the people on that room.

The local police officer at the head of the case had some other things in his mind.

He starts by boldly checking you out, looks at you up and down, stopping and staring at the short tank top you were wearing, which makes you uncomfortable enough to cover yourself with your arms as much as you can.

The look your girlfriend sends to him doesn't go unnoticed to you, you start to believe she will set him on fire just with her stare, she places herself covering your body to shake his hand, which she gripes a bit too harder than the usual.

If you didn't know her any better, you would say she is jealous.

But there was just no way, right? Emily Prentiss doesn't get jealous, she's too confident for that, she has you so well wrapped around her finger, she doesn't need to be jealous. Right?

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"so you think this... unsub like you call him, could be on a killing spree because of his mother?" the agent asks you, staring at the last picture you just sticked to the board with a puzzled look.

"we're positive, we've seen this modus before, it's a clear pattern" you explain

"ugh, so talking about mommy issues" you can't help the little snicker that scapes your lips.

He looks triumphant, fully believes he's got you under his spell. He couldn't be more wrong.

The familiar hand that slides behind you on your lower back makes you jump, Emily comes around you, standing closer than she usually does.

"hey, what were you talking about?" she asks, tilting her head.

"oh, nothing just the case" you say, unbothered.

"just the case huh?" you turn your head to see how she's staring at him, as he walks away from you both.

"Em? what is it?" you ask suspicoisly.

"nothing, i just don't understand, what could be so funny if you were just talking about the case..." she says sarcastically

"oh my god" you try to keep your voice down, but the excitement is still noticeable "oh my god, Emily, you're jealous!"

"what? What do you mean I'm jealous?" her voice a couple octaves higher, making it so obvious to you she's lying.

"that's not even a real answer!" you say.

"ugh..." she lets out one of those little sounds she always makes when she knows she's been caught, you think it's adorable.

"ok, so maybe... maybe I just... don't like the way he looks at my girlfriend, so sue me!" she tries defending herself, but you couldn't take it seriously for your life, you find it adorable, the slight pink tinting her cheeks, her reassuring hand still resting on your lower back.

"Emily, c'mon, you know i love you" you kiss her cheek, she kisses you back but still doesn't look so convinced.

The thing is, you could not be any less attracted to that man, there was no way in the world you would find his flirting any appealing, but the idea of teasing Emily sounds too exciting.

A little fun never hurt anyone, right?

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"...hellooo, earth to Prentiss?"

Morgan waves a hand in front of Emily’s face and she’s brought back to reality.

"what?" she asks.

"i said, could you please put your frown away, you're scaring Reid" Spencer doesn't even hear the comment, too focused on the case file to even pay attention to the conversation that was taking place right beside him.

"my frown is just where it has to be, thank you" she says raising an eyebrow at that.

Derek gives a scoff, and Rossi chuckles at the whole stupidity of the situation. “If y/n can’t feel your stare burning a hole in her back, when she turns and sees you, she’s sure gonna think you're planning a murder.”

"i might just be" she mutters

"I think I know what's going on" Rossi intervenes "she isn't looking at y/n" he explains pointing at you "I think someone might be jealous"

You are only a few feet away, discussing your last findings with the detective, trying to laugh at every little thing he says, making sure Emily is watching.

"I'm not jealous" she defends "she is so clearly not interested, but what if she needs me to step in?" her attempt to make up a good excuse isn't good enough for any of them to buy it

"if that helps you, but all i can hear is jealousy" a big, cocky smile spread on Morgan's face, it's only making her angrier

"c'mon, or we will too have to face the consequences of the territorial monster of jealousy when it explodes" Rossi says, dragging Morgan away

"yeah, mark your territory" Morgan laughs, while Emily gives him the finger "go get her lover!"

It's your loud chuckle that draws the line for her. When you finally get away from the persistent officer, you turn to see Emily isn't there anymore, taking your phone you see 2 new message from her.

From Em💕: you better knock your shit off baby.

From Em💕: That's it. You're so in for it later.

That one makes your heart throb, it shortly makes you wonder if you had taken it too far. This was not gonna end well for you.

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Hotch decides to call it for the day, sending you off to start fresh in the morning, when a male voice you had heard enough already, calls your name

"Agent, I was wondering if you would be in for a drink with me?" he asks, eyeing you up and down yet again.

You are so sure you would find it just as disgusting if you weren't so gay, and so in love with your girlfriend.

"oh, sorry but no, actually, I-" a much more familiar female voice interrupts you "she's with me" Emily says.

He can't believe his eyes, Emily wraps her arm around your waist pulling you close to her body "hi babe" she says, kissing your lips, you return the kiss, a bit amused at her jealousy, but loving the possessiveness she was showing.

"Sorry, you were saying?" she asks, the man still open-mouthed, he can't bring himself to even speak.

"nothing... ugh, good night, agents" he dismisses you, and walks away defeated.

Emily and you head out of the bullpen, her arm still securely wrapped around your waist, she slides her hand on your back pocket, grabbing a handful of your ass possessively, making you chuckle.

"wanna talk about it?" you ask her innocently

"oh we are gonna be doing a bit more than talking you and me"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Emily doesn't even leave time for the door to close, and you have a split second to register your thoughts before she closes the door and walks over in one long stride and slams you into the wall.

Her mouth attacks yours in a hungry, desperate kiss, her tongue invading in a fight for dominance, that you just let her win, she is determined to have her way with you, and you aren't going to stop her.

She wasted no time in getting her hands on you, roughly rubbing her hands over your exposed skin. You, however, delicately placed your arms around her neck and when you both pulled apart to breathe.

"what's wrong, Em?" you ask her, breathlessly

"you know what? For starters, I didn't like the way he was looking at you" she starts, her breath warm against your skin, she lowers her head getting your neck, kissing it so sweetly you feel you could melt

she is quick to find your pulse point, mouth-opened kisses all over your skin, she nips all over your spot, which makes you moan

"but then imagine my surprise when i saw you, flirting back" her hand finds her way underneath your shirt, reaching for your breast, she finds no more resistance as you aren't wearing a bra, your other nipple peaking through your shirt in excitement.

She uses her free hand to grip your ass, you jump at the feeling whimpering on her mouth, her closeness only making you more excited.

"but you don't like him, do you, baby?" she asks, teasing you, she leaves a soft kiss on your lips

"he wouldn't stand a chance, we both know men aren't really your type" Emily says lowly, nipping at the tender spot behind your ear. 

She slips her leg between yours, a soft moan escapes your lips.

"so you just wanted to make me jealous" you're too deep in her dominance to even register anything, letting out soft whimpers every time her thumb brushes against the nub and grips the soft skin of your breast

"god... Emily" you let out, as Emily pulls your thighs apart with her hand.

"you know, baby, if you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked" she attacks your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave purple marks you couldn't care any less about now.

Emily presses her fingertips against the crotch of your jeans "your clothes. Take them off or I'll rip them off" she commands, taking a step back from you, leaving too little space to maneuver.

You knew better than to tease her when she was like this. A shiver of excitement runs through your back, and you comply.

You take your jeans off then, your shirt, quickly throwing them somewhere far on the room.

You move to kiss her again, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in for a kiss, but she doesn't let you, instead she grabs you by your thighs, lifting you up.

You wrap your legs around her waist, she carries you to bed, laying you down just harshly enough to make you even more excited for whats to come.

"you are gonna do exactly what i ask you to tonigh, you know why, baby?" you hold your breath, you're not sure if she actually wants you to answer, but you try nonetheless "because I'm yours"

Your answer seems to satisfy her, as she begins kissing her way down your body, taking special care to nip at your collarbone and stomach to leave more marks than the one's on your neck.

The soft cloth of her shirt rubs against your skin and as if just now realising she was still dressed, you grab the hem of her shirt and help her take it off, throwing it somewhere in the vicinity of the room, like you had done with your own clothes.

And not a moment later, she is back to kissing your body, stopping suddenly when she reached the hemline of your underwear.

Her hand navigates down them, she dips low enough to collect your arousal on her fingertips before rubbing your clit forcefully. Your body reacts immediately, curling forward. "Em!" you moan

"what's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue? use your words, if you want me to stop the teasing, just say it"

"fuck...Em, please, I'm yours, please Emily, yours" you confirm, closing your eyes and letting your hips rock against her hand.

“Who are you this wet for?” Emily demands, nipping at your earlobe.

"just you" you whimper, desperation starting to build in your lower stomach

"that's right baby" the cocky smile on her lips makes your eyes roll. You obviously loved slow, romantic love making with your grilfriend, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't love this side of her just as much.

She continued to move her fingers inside of you and you met each thrust but you almost fell apart when she pressed her thumb against your clit and rubbed hard.

She uses her free hand to play with your breast, you let out a gasp when her tongue moves over it spurred you on and she begins to gently suck on it while her hand still caressed your other breast. 

You melt into the mattress at her words. "let go, c'mon baby, I got you" you cum on the spot, as she fucks you through your orgasm, she let's you ride your high.

Emily lays down beside you as you come down from the climax, she kisses your lips softly, lovingly this time, less urgent.

"you know i didn't mean any of it right? I was just playing with you, i love you. He didn't stand a chance" you try to clarify

"yes baby, i know, i love you too, i wasn't so harsh with you right?" she asks concerned. Sometimes you can't believe how Emily's mood changes so fast, from all dominating, incredibly sexy, to concerned, soft girlfriend.

"Em, it was perfect" you say, grabbing her face and pecking her lips "you are perfect" you kiss her again.

"well, good, because we're just getting started, i'm not sure you've learned your lesson yet" she grins.

"Like i said, I'm all yours, agent Prentiss" she sits to straddle you, and you grab her face to pull her in for another kiss.

Emily caresses your neck with her thumb, looking at the purple marks she had previously left "this will be hard to cover tomorrow"

"who says I'm covering them?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Sitting on your usual spot on the plane, you lay behind Emily's amr, resting your head on her shoulder as she reads.

You aren't oblivious of the look on Morgan's face, right in front of you.

The shirt you chose had your neck and cleavage all on display, small and big purple marks cover your skin.

He stares bluntly at you, a cheeky smile covering his face "So y/n, looks like you and Prentiss had yourselves a good night. Care to share?"

Emily gives him the finger.

"in your dreams" you say.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

wow! a lot longer than i expected it to be! finishing this one gave me a headache so please like and reblog if you liked it, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated! <333 reqs still open as always!

[selfindulgenceisthekey]

lil late to the reading but im back part 4 NEOWWWWWW

Hello again anon! <3 Also side note: if anyone has one shot requests for this universe (or in general) send them in! I'd love to write some!

Pt. I Pt. II Pt. III

Seeing Luffy standing so calmly before you, anxiety spiked in your chest. He walked in, shutting the door behind him so casually, looking at you  as if he hadn’t quite literally knocked you out and brought you aboard his ship.

“Luffy,” Your tone, though quiet, was questioning and angry. You still winced; the simple word caused little sparks of pain to tickle your throat.

“Please, sit down,” Chopper looked somewhat desperate, little hooves gently directing you back to the bed you had rushed up from.

This time, you didn’t fight back, allowing yourself to be corralled into sitting. He looked less stressed once you had sat, letting out a little huff. Luffy stood behind, eyes glancing between Chopper and you.

“Your ankle is sprained, you need to do your best to stay off of it! And keep it elevated, too.” 

You didn’t respond, but tore your gaze away from Luffy to look down at their little doctor, nodding stiffly at his words. His face brightened a bit at your acknowledgement, before he took one glance towards his captain.

“I’ll— I’ll give you two some space!” He tugged nervously at the edges of his hat, quickly darting towards the door.

“Thanks, Chopper,” To you, it sounded like Luffy was far warmer talking to him than he had been acknowledging you had been awake.

“Thank you.” Your voice was quiet, but you still extended your gratitude towards him— he had dressed your wounds, cleaned them to avoid infections, the least you could do was tell him your thanks.

“Your thanks don’t make me happy, or anything!” He shouted quickly, the smile on his face opposite of the words leaving his mouth, before shutting the door quickly.

Silence fell over the pair of you, and the cool, almost bored look on Luffy’s face did nothing but make your heart skip several beats in your chest.

“Why did you bring me here?” You ignored any discomfort talking put you through to ask, unable to look him in the eye, your gaze focused on the closed door behind him.

He tilted his head, the shadow of a pout on his face, “You were hurt, so I brought you tso Chopper so he could fix your injuries.” He glanced at the bandages littering different parts of your body, “Most of us don’t get that hurt all the time, you must be pretty weak.”

He laughed after he said that, as if the situation now appeared funny to him. You narrowed your eyes, chest tight, “What—”

“That’s fine! You don’t have to be strong or good at fighting, we’ll find something for you to do on board. We’re all strong enough that you don’t have to be, especially Sanji!”

He continued to talk, growing more energetic by the second as he did so, face turning from apathetic to excited. The smile you were used to was present, making the Luffy you remember from the previous night at the bar seem like a bad dream.

“Luffy, wait—”

“He’s in the kitchen right now! He and Chopper were talking about boring stuff before you woke up, and then Sanji started making you some type of soup. He wouldn’t give me any,” He pouted a bit, interrupting you without a care in the world.

“Luffy—”

“I’ll call him in! He’ll be excited to see you awake! He was so mad when he saw how beat up you were,” He giggled again, “But I told him I beat those guys, so he didn’t have to worry.”

“I—”

You were growing frustrated; every start of your sentence was cut off. It came off accidental at first, like he was just happy you were awake and seemingly okay. But the unwavering look in his eyes made you think twice, he was filling the air so you couldn’t speak. 

He turned, opening the door and sticking his head out. You still weren’t used to seeing him use his devil fruit powers, so seeing him stretch his neck out still unnerved you. You could hear him yelling from the hall, “Sanji! She’s awake!”

His head snapped back in quickly, and the door was left open. The smile melted off his face slowly, as if a thought had dawned on him.

“When he’s here, you need to apologise to him.”

“I- what?”

“Apologise. To Sanji.” He spoke slower, taking one step closer to you, “You hurt him. But now you’re back! So you have to say you’re sorry, and everything will be okay.”

“Sorry? Sorry for what, I—”

“You know what,” The firmness present in his voice made your blood feel like ice in your veins, and in the silence, you could hear faint footsteps echoing outside.

The door creaked open, and you watched Sanji enter quietly, a tray held firmly in his hands. Luffy shifted to allow him room to enter, the grin back on his face as if it had never left. “Sanji!” 

“Your snacks on the counter, captain,” He spoke, the one eye peeking from behind his bangs remaining focused on you.

Without a loud cheer, Luffy was out the door, flip flops smacking the whole way he ran. The door slammed shut behind him as the last of Luffy’s noise faded from your ears. It was still inside the sick bay, neither of you moving, both barely breathing. After a moment, Sanji seemed to shake himself out of whatever thoughts he was lost in, moving to set the tray on the desk nearest you.

“I have some chicken soup here, it’s simple but it’s good for you and shouldn’t agitate your throat too much.” Simple, he said, it smelled divine from where you were seated. “Water, as well as chamomile tea with honey,” he said gesturing to the two mugs on the tray

Thank you, it was right on the tip of your tongue, biting to get out. But you remained silent, staring at him. You felt like you probably looked bug-eyed staring at him how you were. He fiddled with the tray some, adjusting the spoon on the napkin, straightening the napkin.

His shoulders were high, and even as he was faced away you knew his expression was probably pinched. It was probably taking everything in him not to light a cigarette now, you saw the familiar twitch in his fingers. Then—

“I’m sorry.” It was barely a whisper from you, but in the silence of the room, it seemed to echo.

His head twitched, as if he had stopped himself from turning to face you fully. The silence now broken, the words spilled out of you.

“I’m sorry for hurting you, that wasn’t— I had a job to do. There were people who would have- would have been killed if I hadn’t gotten the map. Everyone had said you and your crew were cold and cruel, and you weren’t— you weren’t supposed to be kind, and I didn’t know at first that my leaving would hurt you.”

“But you knew it would hurt eventually?” The question came out quiet, soft. He knew the answer, he just wanted you to admit it.

You hated the warmth of tears building behind your eyelids, “Yes,” Admitting it felt sour, “I knew… But I swear, if I had had any other choice, I—”

“You could have told us,” He turned now, leaning against the desk, looking at you sadly, “Or me, at the very least.”

“All I could think of was making sure the Mitsu family wasn’t killed because of me.”

He nodded, accepting your words without argument. The weight that had been building in your chest felt lighter, unfortunately, it was still present, pressing against your heart, against your ribs. 

“Well,” His demeanor shifted, a bright grin on his face, cheeks pressed so high his one eye was squinting, “That’s all behind us now, isn’t it?”

“Uh,” The shift startled you, and you blinked a few times, trying to process it. “Yeah?”

“You’ll never have to see any of those people again. What were their names? Hel and his group. You won’t have to worry about stealing from pirates and marines to keep safe now.” He grabbed the bowl and spoon, turning to bring it towards you, gentle in his steps. “Those people, that island, that town— all in the past.”

“What do you,” You moved your head back, he had scooped a shallow spoonful of the broth and brought it to your lips, appearing determined to feed you by hand, “What do you mean?”

Was their plan not to bring you on board, get the information they needed from you, possibly deal out some pirate punishment, then drop you back off and be on their merry way?

Sanji just sighed, the small smile never leaving his face as he moved the spoon away, “Was it too hot, ma chérie?”

“No, it’s,” You put a hand up now, physically blocking the spoon, not caring about the broth that spilled, “Sanji, what do you mean it’s all behind me?”

He watched the soup fall, his face hardening as he took his time to respond, “We don’t waste food on this ship. I’ll be lenient now because you’re injured, love, but you need to remember that going forward.”

Putting the spoon in the soup, he sat it back down on the tray, “As for it being behind you, I mean that exactly. The island, and everyone on it, is behind you, behind us.”

Behind us? He couldn’t mean—

“Your injuries took a toll on your body, which is one reason I want to ensure you eat everything here; you missed out on necessary proteins and nutrients while you were unconscious. Luffy took care of the men from before, though I wish he’d let me come with him when—”

“Sanji, how long was I unconscious for?”

Your question appeared to startle him, and he blinked, “Three days, we set sail right after Luffy brought you on board. Now, hey—”

You were up and slamming yourself into the door before you could even process what you had been doing, the cuts on your arms stinging at the impact. Sanji was moving behind you, but you tuned it out, opening the door and rushing out. 

A cool breeze blew your hair about, soft winds tickling your skin. You could feel the salt in the air and taste it in your mouth. Pressing against the railing, you looked about almost frantically. Open blue waters were the only thing that greeted you. No land, no other ships— just deep waters and the deck of the Sunny. Distantly, you were aware that Sanji was behind you, pressing gentle hands against your shoulders.

“Let’s go back into the sick bay, okay? You shouldn’t strain your injuries,” His voice sounded as if you were hearing him from under water.

You kept your body firm where you stood, refusing to budge. If you stared long enough, if you stared hard enough, then maybe you’d wake up. Maybe this was some vivid dream, and you were still asleep in some rich marine’s bed. Maybe you had hallucinated Luffy coming to the bar, this had to be fake. 

It couldn’t be real.

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[nemisuki]

𐔌 ✧.* ʜᴇᴀᴅʟɪɴᴇꜱ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || He would never let paparazzi overwhelm you, not when he’s here.   

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, no smut or angst, short oneshot, dating au, protective bkg, acts of service, he’s just a lil guy, 539 word count

It was practically chaos whenever the students were spotted outside campus.

A frankly annoying mix of paparazzi and chattering reporters, disrupting their previous peace — attempting to get through the crowd — as they try to make it back on school grounds from their mini outing.

"Give us some fucking space! We're not a damn circus act 'ya money hungry extras!"

He was on the verge of exploding right then and there.

Until he felt her practically glued to his side, hand firmly gripping onto his forearm — as if seeking comfort in the disarray of people — squinting at every flashing light from the snapping camera lenses.

The action unknowingly reminded himself that he's not alone, that he has a job to do.

He's quick to wrap his arm around her back — carefully guiding her closer — making sure not one of these extras lays even a single finger on her.

His threatening gaze zeroing in on those who are closest.

"Move it."

He scoffs when some shrink back, clearly caught off guard by his serious tone.

Talk about a bunch of weaklings...

Seeing an open opportunity, the blonde picks their pace up, shuffling towards the entrance.

"Fucking nosey shits."

They both visibly relax once they safely make it through, the automatic closing gates shutting out the loud voices from the other side, finally giving them time to breathe without a camera in their face.

A feeling that's unfortunately rare these days.

"There were more of them today huh? Honestly, I'm shocked that they are so persistent."

"Just our damn luck. It's like those pesky extras keep multiplying."

"Guess they're really invested in our lives..."

"Tch, more like they need to get one of their own."

Her head perks up as he turns to her, noticeably giving her figure a silent once over for any injuries or discomfort.

His crimson eyes looking straight into her own with slight concern, remembering the girls earlier anxiety in the crowd.

"You alright?"

She smiles at his protective nature — feeling a warm sensation in her chest — he's always like this.

Grumpy but still incredibly loving.

"Mhm! I just didn't want to be separated from you in the crowd—"

"As if I'd let that happen, idiot."

The girl could only laugh at his offended look, the combination of furrowed brows and crossed arms — looking away with a frown — clearly not finding humor in this situation.

"I'm serious, you know? I wouldn't let anything happen to you... dumbass."

Her eyes soften, taking a hold of his hand and giving it a — both gentle and reassuring — squeeze.

"I know, I wouldn't let anyone hurt you either."

He scoffs, giving her hand a squeeze back.

"I'm damn near untouchable but thanks for the thought."

She rolls her eyes.

Oblivious to the small smirk threatening to form on his face at her reaction.

"Is that your ego talking?"

"Nah, that's just the facts sweetheart."

He can see the way she bites back a shy smile at his teasing, sticking close to him as they walk towards the dorms.

Pride filling his heart in ways he never imagined at her clingy nature, it's not like he minded though.

After all, in the midst of a chaotic world, she could always rely on him.

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[no-goodbyes-no-regrets]

a little Tommy & Chim bffs for @rileychester

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"Her ladyship requests, no demands, uncle Buck reading her a story before bed instead of her own mother." Maddie said, walking back into the livingroom after having gone to put Jee to bed half an hour ago.

"What can I say, it's not easy being this popular." Buck joked and extracted himself from where he'd been happily tucked under Tommy's arm on Maddie and Chimney's way too comfortable sofa. He quickly kissed Tommy, murmured something about being right back, and followed Maddie up to Jee's room.

Tommy watched him until he was out of the room and then turned back to Chim who was laughing at him.

"Damn Kinard you've got it bad."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Tommy said, trying to act somewhat cool and hide his reddening cheeks behind his wine glass.

"Yeah I'm sure you don't." Chim took a sip of his own drink. "I mean I love Maddie more than anything in the world, but I don't kiss her goodbye when she leaves the room."

"Well maybe you should start." Tommy told him. If he was getting called out, he might as well own it. "It's working pretty well for us."

"She'd probably think I was going crazy and call Hen to come check me over. Who would then also ask me if I'd lost my mind." He said and they both laughed. "But it's good to see you so happy, man. Both of you. Even if I never in a million years would have guessed that you two would end up together."

"Me neither really." Tommy admitted. "I actually almost let your call go to voicemail that night. My shift was almost over and there was bad weather coming in... I just wanted to go home and catch up on some sleep."

"And there was me asking you to steal a helicopter because of a hunch. I'm sure Bobby is still very grateful you didn't ignore me." Chim said and raised his glass at him. "To team who cares!"

Tommy clinked his glass against Chim's.

"Bobby isn't the only one who's grateful. If I hadn't answered that call, i would have missed out on the greatest thing that ever happened to me. i wouldn't have met the love of my life. I wouldn't be here now. I might have downloaded that dating app again that I'd deleted off my phone a few days before or taken Lucy up on her offer to set me up with her friend." Tommy shook his head. "I'm just glad I did answer. it definitely changed my life for the better."

"You're getting sappy in your old age, Kinard." Chimney teased. "When is the wedding? Do I have time to buy a hat?" he joked, expecting Tommy to laugh with him. Only when he didn't say anything Chim really looked at him. "What? Tell me you didn't..."

"I asked Evan to marry me last night." Tommy told him after a beat. "He said yes."

Chimney blinked a few times to process the information.

"Of course he said yes! He's just as crazy about you as you are about him." he got up to hug his friend. "Welcome to the family, man. We'll officially be brothers."

Tommy smiled and finished the last of his wine.

"There is one thing I wanted to talk to you about though..."

"Shoot."

"When Evan and I get married... will you be my best man?"

"It would be the greatest honour of my life."

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