#so we'll see where the notes get to until then

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Okay okaey imaginelike a. huntrix or polytrix x fem reader where reader is a rookie idol and they help her with her choreo that would be like so cutw 😭😭😭💕

◆ MAIN COURSE: poly!HUNTR/X x rookie idol!fem!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None

◆ NOTES: Wait shut up this would be so cute, esp if they're all already together (though my bad if you wanted pre-relationship 😓). I kinda spiralled here and it turned into them helping out with different aspects of being an idol SORRY 😭😭 Mira does still help though :3c

You're just officially starting out in the idol industry with your own rookie unit!! Probably with the support of the trio :3c. They all definitely helped with vetoing companies that they know for a FACT are corrupt as hell and making sure you get into a good one (either an approved company or their own, provided that the people in charge allow it). They most likely also helped you in terms of getting your skill up, and if you dare say you're being a burden to them they'll attack you (affectionately) bc they love helping you!! They love seeing you get to your full potential!! They love seeing you happy!!!!

When you debut they are your BIGGEST FUCKING SUPPORTERS of your unit EVER!!! Your other unit members are all so fucking shocked and confused about it like hello. Why. Why do they have the world's TOP 1 K-POP UNIT acting like THEIR NUMBER ONE FANS 😭😭 COMING INTO THEIR CONCERTS AND GETTING THEM TO SIGN THEIR STUFF 😭😭 THEY'RE JUST ROOKIES WHAT DO YOU MEAN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 and when they find out you and them three are 'really great friends' they're like ?????what the FUCK

The trio would help you in the industry in so many ways :(. Hyping your unit up, making sure you're equipped with knowledge, AND they help you with their specialties!!!

You're practicing your choreo in your girlfriends' own dance studio bc you need as much practice as possible!!! But maybe there's smth that doesn't feel right or you don't know how to execute a certain move, and Mira comes in the room, expecting to choreograph smth on her own for a new song. Instead, she sees you :3c and abandons her prior task entirely just to help you via give you tips or demonstration on how to move or even recommendations!!

"..four-five-six-seven-eight, one-two-three-four-five-six..."

Mira's voice felt like a guiding metronome as you moved your body to the beat, your efforts sinking deep into not only the choreography, but your vocal stability and even your expression. It was a high-energy song, so of course you had to get used to performing it. Though even despite you having finished your trainee years, this still felt challenging—not like you've done this for long, after all.

And yet Mira was ever so patient as she pointed out mistakes and gave helpful pointers.

"..two-three-four-- stop."

Just like now.

You halted your movements and dropped your position as your girlfriend stopped the music, "Yeah? What'd I do?"

She came up to you as she pocketed her phone. "You're tensing up too much just before the bridge, it's messing with your rhythm."

"Ah.. yeah." You let out a light sigh as you demonstrated the move slower, much more controlled and much looser now thanks to the lack of timed pressure, "It just.. kinda happens on instinct."

"Feels like you're getting ready to pounce on something?"

"Mhm."

"That's 'cuz you're focusing on the transition too much—with the way the energy gets cranked all the way down, I get it." And she falls into step beside you, stretching lightly before getting herself into position, "I'm actually impressed they even have your generation performing with that insane sort of body control."

"Maybe we're just special."

That gets a soft, amused snort out of Mira as she teasingly pokes you on the side, "You are special. Now stop fishing for compliments and follow me; we'll slow it down until you get more comfortable about the transition, it should sort out your instincts then."

Maybe you're tasked with writing or rapping or even just singing through the most tongue-twisty parts of your songs, and you try to go through with it on your own but then Rumi and Zoey both hear you. It leads to them drifting over and approaching you with the want to help :3c

"Are you sure..?" Your hand creased the side of the paper, where your lyrics—colour-coded with highlights—were laid out on the page. "The two of you just got back from work, I wouldn't want to--"

"Ahh-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta," Zoey put a finger to your lips, silencing you before giving you a quick peck (she couldn't resist) and drawing back to stand up straight as she spoke, "are you gonna deny us, your very useful girlfriends, the privilege of being able to help our girlfriend and spoil her with our time? Are you? There is a wrong answer here—choose wisely."

Rumi rolled her eyes affectionately before elbowing her, resulting in a little "ow!", and moving to squeeze your free hand reassuringly, "Don't mind her. If you want to work on your own, then we'll leave you to it. But we really do want to help, why wouldn't we?"

"I.. wouldn't really wanna make the two of you feel like you're obligated to help me with something like this." A grimace formed on your lips as you looked away, "You've already helped me—us—out so much. Feels like nepotism."

Both of your girlfriends' faces softened at your admission as they looked at each other before pinning their attention back onto you. "If we're talking about nepotism, quite a few people would argue that I'm guilty of that, thanks to Celine. You?" Rumi lifts your hand to her lips, "This is you wanting to improve yourself with the help of your seniors, not exploiting connections—if that were the case, you'd have debuted as our fourth member out of the blue."

"Which would've been amazing!" Zoey piped in, but then she dials her excitement down as she shrugged sheepishly, "Though it's why we didn't recommend it—it'd be bad if you got flamed for that.. and we wanted the world to see just how talented you are on your own! So.. let us help? Not just as idols, but as girlfriends too."

Rumi nodded in agreement, "It'll be like when you watched us practice and you kiss us all whenever we got it right, just with it being the other way around this time."

"A lot more fun than standard practice, in my opinion. And much more rewarding!"

You chewed on your lip pensively before sighing in defeat, though the little smile on your lips fooled no one, least of all the pair in front of you, "Fine. But don't get all lenient on me, yeah?"

"Well, duh!" "Of course."

But they won't just help you!! They're more than happy to help the other members too, when they have the time!! Eventually it just ends up with HUNTR/X and your group becoming really close with each other, to the point where people are editing montages and stuff of your groups together in all sorts of ways ('HUNTR/X being gen z parents for 5 mins', 'HUNTR/X mentality' and it's just them fawning over you and the others, etc)

They have you taking breaks and eating properly too. I imagine at the very start, you'd still have to find your limits and stuff, especially since you'd be more prone to pushing yourself when you've only newly debuted. So they kinda watch you and make sure to monitor your rests and your diet in a way that they want you not to restrict yourself from eating and they want you fully-rested amongst the K-Pop idol lifestyle. Otherwise they'll all trap you in a cuddle pile and force you to settle down LOL

And then there's the shipping. If you get shipped with other women they'll be like "yeah okay I get it 🙏" but the moment it's with a MAN?? LMAOOOOOO SIDE EYE ALERT SIDE EYE ALERT next thing you know people are posting about how the trio's looking at said male idol like they want him buried six feet under and the internet is WILD with theories. You even look up from your phone and at them and they'll pointedly look at literally anything else 💀 they're all girlfailures I adore them

All in all, they are so willing to help you with ANYTHING in your career! Obvs they'll give you your own space to be recognised for your own talents and capabilities in your unit as a rookie idol, but they're just a call away if you ever need any assistance in anything :3c you're not just their junior, you're also their beloved gf!!!

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summercamp with lottie!

✧ words.. 1.1k

✧ warnings.. none!

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✎ᝰ. jinx notes.. okay so this is an apology for what i did to lottie in religion was taught... i hope this can make you guys forgive me <3

You met her at the first summer camp you attended. You were about eight years old, and your parents sent you to summer camp because they had a work trip during the summer and wouldn't be able to take care of you. You thought you would hate the place, since you were always picky, getting annoyed when a branch touched you. Well, until you got scared when you felt something on your foot — it was just a leaf — and heard a sweet laugh behind you.

That's when you saw her. Long black hair, bangs perfectly placed in place, with a rich girl style. You were immediately fascinated.

— What are you laughing at? — You had an adorable pout on your face. The girl in front of you smiles sweetly.

— Nothing. I just thought it was cute that you got scared by just a little leaf touching your foot.

After that, you guys just clicked. You spent the rest of summer camp together, did all the activities together, and they reached a point where the camp conselors had to take you out of each other's dorms, because otherwise you wouldn't go back to your own dorms.

On the last day of camp, you handed her a bracelet — a beaded one with a purple and pink color scheme —, as a promise.

— Promise we'll meet again? — Your tone was bitter.

— I promise. — She says, her eyes focused on yours.

And then you hear her parents calling her. — "Charlotte!" Her parents said, dryly, as if they didn't really miss their daughter after two weeks without seeing her. She looked at them and waved, then looked at you again and smiled.

— I promise we'll meet again.

And with that you watched her walk away, waving at you as if you were going to see each other again, shortly.

Years later, you were already 17 years old, but you never forgot the sweet girl you met at that fateful summer camp. This made you decide to become a camp counselor, since summer camp brought back many good memories.

When you first arrived at camp after training, you smiled widely. You quickly went to the group of counselors and were surprised when you saw a girl: Long black hair, curtain bangs, a radiant smile and that bracelet on her wrist. Pink and purple were all her eyes could focus on.

You were so focused on the bracelet on her wrist that you only realized when you heard her sweet laugh — that laugh — taking you out of your state of shock.

— What are you looking at? — She looks at you with curious eyes.

— You... You're Lottie! — You answer her, a little shocked. Years without seeing her, you had already lost hope. But she is here, in front of you.

— Um, I am? Who are you? — she frowns.

Her words hit you with a bigger shock than you expected. Of course she doesn't remember you. It's been nine years. You tell her your name, and that's when she remembers. Her eyes widen with a hint of recognition in them.

— Oh my God... it's you. I can't believe it's you- I thought I'd never see you again! — She quickly wraps you in a hug, which takes you by surprise. Even though you hadn't seen each other for years, she still seemed to have that priceless connection with you.

This year summer camp was the best you've ever had. You found your childhood best friend — even though you've only known each other for like two weeks, and it was in your favorite place.

You were assigned to the Pink group in the camp teams. Lotie was in charge of the Purple group. Your teams were the biggest rivals, and you basically flirted and teased each other in every game, whether it was hide-and-seek, volleyball, find the treasure, etc. You always found a way to get on each other's nerves. But in the end, when they announced the Purple team as the winner of the summer camp competition, the Pink team was the one that applauded the loudest.

It was night, most of the counselors had already gone to sleep, and you were sitting around the campfire alone, drinking strawberry juice — since alcoholic beverages were forbidden for the counselors —, when you feel someone sit next to you.

— Why aren't you sleeping? — Lottie's slightly sleepy voice says from beside you.

You look at her and smile slightly.

— Why aren't you sleeping, sleeping beauty?

— Tsk. I’m not sleepy. — She rolls her eyes affectionately.

— Hm. Debatable.

You stay silent for a few seconds, you staring at the fire in front of you and Lottie staring at her wrist.

— Why did you come back here? — You seem hesitant to speak.

She sighs. — This place brings back good memories. I think this is what I needed... What about you?

You smile.

— This place reminds me of you. And I needed some extra money.

—How can you have remembered even after 9 years a person you only saw for two weeks?

—... Connections are like that, Lot. Are you going to tell me that there wasn't also a little voice deep in your chest reminding you of me when you came here?

She is silent for a few seconds, opens her mouth, then closes it, then opens it again.

— I'm glad I found you again. It feels like... a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, you know?

You stare at each other. And you don't know who leaned in first, but you know that Lottie's lips are on yours. She tastes like watermelon lip balm. And it's the best taste you've ever had in your entire life.

On the last day at camp, you and Lottie were lying on your bunker bed in your quarters. She looks at you with such affection that your heart skips a beat.

— Promise that this time we'll see each other after this? — She leans in and kisses your jaw.

— This time I swear, Lot. — And this time, you would kill and die to keep that promise. You couldn't lose her again.

— Okay... I'll trust you.

Summer camps were the best part of the year for you. It was when you and your girlfriend, Lottie Matthews, could see each other after a few months away because of college each year, and where you had the most fun.

— Are you ready to lose this year, Matthews? — You say as your team — obviously the Pink one — is getting ready for the treasure hunt.

Lottie's team, the Purple one, laugh, already used to your flirting.

— In your dreams, baby. — She winks at you and walks away.

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The Favour [Part 2/?]

Pairing: Clayton Keller x Fem!Reader Warnings: Series will have smut so MDNI 18+, discusses issues of self-worth especially around sexual performance, if a reader who isn't super sexual/confident/experience isn't your thing then this isn't for you, Clay will be soft but dominant as always. Chapter specific - the one where Clayton teaches you how to touch yourself. e.g. guided masturbation Summary: You've spent your adult life pretty certain you're broken...that something must be wrong with you. After your boyfriend breaks up with you for your inability to orgasm, you go to the one man you trust most above all others to help you figure it out. Notes: Was reading The Deal and got inspired. Plan is for this to be multiple chapters. So we'll see. Writing Masterlist Previous Chapter

"You ordered chow mein with a side of spring rolls."

He's holding the white plastic bag up with a grin, stood on your porch in his big soft Utah hoodie, the black one that you like to steal sometimes. Cap on backwards to hide his hair, you wish he'd show it off more. His feet are decked in some ridiculously expensive trainers and his chains are lose from the hoodie, cross on full display. He's cosy, familiar, safe.

You're nervous but the sight of the Chinese food has your shoulders relaxing, stepping back to let him in. This bit is familiar, like any night where Clay brings takeout round. Like last Thursday or the Friday 2 weeks before that.

Like any old night he finds your kitchen, tugs the plates from the oven where they're warming and dishes your plates, always yours first. A big heaping of Chow Mein, curry, and chop suey and an extra spring roll because he always gives you more even when you can't finish it and he always insists you keep all the left overs.

Just like any old night, you take your plates into the living room, another episode of Buffy put on for your shared rewatch of the old show (for the nostalgia of course). You curl up, socks underneath you, Clay presses against your side, and you watch and eat and it feels so utterly normal....but underneath it all is the current of tension, the axe over your neck, the sword above your heads.

You both know why Clay's here. It's not to eat Chinese food or watch Buffy. It's to try to give you your first orgasm and no matter how hard you try you can't forget that fact, can't fully watch the show, instead watching Clay from the corner of your eye like he might pounce on you at any minute.

The nerves are there but so is the buzz of excitement. You can't deny that Clay is gorgeous or that you've always had an attraction to him, a denial would be an outright lie...you picked him for 2 reasons:

He was safe, he was trustworthy, he was someone you trusted with your life.

He was one of the few men who made your head spin and your stomach flip when he looked your way, an attraction so deep in your soul that you thought...well, if anyone could get you to cum, it had to be a man that made you warm with a single look, right?

Clay doesn't address the elephant in the room as he takes your empty plate to the kitchen, as the next episode starts. He waits until you've stopped being quite so vigilant, until you've started to lean against his side and relax into your usual spot for Buffy nights. He waits until his lips are on the crown of your head to mumble it, two words that hold a lot of meaning.

"You ready?"

He waits, listens to your shaky breath, the way you seem to try to steel yourself against your nerves. Patient as ever because this is about you and what you want, not about him. He's just the lucky fucker who gets to show you the ropes.

"Yeah...'m ready..." Except you're not sure you are, so full of nerves as Clay tugs you by the hands towards your bedroom. He's so familiar with your space, ushering you into the room and shutting the door like he lives here too.

It's that reminder that Clay isn't some stranger. That he's someone you've trusted with your space, with your time, someone you can trust with your body too that makes you feel a little better. The nerves still there, anxious, but knowing that you want this, you do...it's the shame from Brad that has you scared. It's not Clayton. You've never been scared of Clayton, he's never made you feel unsafe or ashamed.

Still you stand in the corner of your room like you're a stranger to it, nervous, Clayton can see that as clear as day. The way your shoulders hunch in, the twisting of your fingers in front of you, the way you toe at the carpet as you watch him enter your space. It's not the first time he's been in your room, but those times were sweet, innocent. A few movies nights here and there, the few times he'd come to help you when you were sick, nothing like this. There's a thick anticipation in the air that has never existed between the two of you before. An electricity that has him wetting his lips with his tongue and chewing on a mouthguard that isn't there, almost nervous, like he might fuck this up somehow.

Clayton's never even kissed you and suddenly the expectation feels so heavy on you, like you're going to disappoint him too. He can see you overthinking, the way the cogs seem to grind in your mind and he knows you, that's the beauty of it all, he knows you so well that Clayton just tugs you into his space, hands pulling your own apart and twisting your fingers with his.

His forehead presses to yours, noses brushing and he's closer than he's ever been for any extended period of time, so close you can count his lashes and the little scars he has from pucks and high sticks.

"I'm going to kiss you now, baby, is that okay?" It doesn't matter that you both know why he's here, it doesn't matter that you've asked him to fuck you, to make you cum or that you've let him into your house, into your bedroom with that as the context. What matters is that you're still okay with this, that this is what you want. The moment you want to back out he's out and just that one simple question has your shoulders relaxing because you know you've picked the right man for this. A man who cares more about how you're feeling than anything else. A man who's putting you first.

You're still nervous, still anxious about messing this up or disappointing or frustrating him, but it's eased off, there's a comfort in trusting Clay so much, in the security and safety he represents.

"Yeah, you can kiss me..." Your voice is already breathy, toes curling into the carpet, belly twisting with butterflies. Your eyelids flutter closed when Clay's nose nuzzles against yours, warm breath ghosting over your lips, his hands sliding out of yours and gripping you by the hips, firm, tight, commanding, guiding.

He guides you backwards in slow, easy steps, the world around you feeling like molasses, slow and sticky, until your back gently hits the bedroom door. There's something about it, the way he crowds you against the wood, how it feels like he's everywhere, in every sense of yours that has an familiar yet unfamiliar warmth pooling in your belly already. Clay's the only man who's ever made you feel that, that rush of arousal, that warmth like you've taken a shot of malt whiskey that's crawled down to your stomach.

"Clay..."

"I've got you, baby, 's okay..." And you believe him. You relax into the sensations you feel in your body even when they're new and scary. Try not to over think it when his mouth slants over yours, tongue sweeping across your bottom lip until your mouth parts for him easy as pie.

The kiss is bad enough, mind melting, you feel like you're under warm water, eyes unable to open, so heavy to the feeling...but when Clay bites at your lip? Pulls it taut and sucks it into his mouth like some sort of sweet treat he wants to consume? Is it really a wonder your legs shake, that a whimper leaves your mouth and falls straight into his?

The smirk he presses into your lips tells you enough, the cocky confidence that rolls off of him when his hands fall to the back of your thighs and you follow his guidance. Legs jumping up to wrap around his waist as he presses you more firmly into the door.

One kiss and your wet already, wetter than you'd ever been with Brad and wetter than you were alone no matter how many smutty books you read or sexy asmrs you listened to.

You shift in his arms, embarrassed squirming but it only makes it worse, the bulge in his jeans pressed tight against you through layers of fabric, his mouth leaving yours to nip and kiss across your jaw. You let it go for a moment, the worry, the nerves, the self consciousness, just feel. Moans and whimpers leaving your throat in high pitched droves as he marks the skin of your neck so thoroughly that he knows you're going to look like a Jackson Pollock painting tomorrow.

You don't even have the awareness to worry that you're too heavy for him when he pulls you away from the door, arms tight under your ass, palming your cheeks as he moves you. You're too focused on the way he bites into the spot behind your jaw, the feel of his bulge against your clit through all those ridiculous layers, how Clay sounds when he groans as your hips roll.

You barely comprehend that you're moving until you're gently lowered onto your back onto the bed, Clay pulling away from your skin, his lips flushed and kiss bitten. A hand cups your cheek as he watches your eyelashes flutter, your eyelids slowly opening like you were coming back to yourself. He's so gentle about it, thumb rubbing soft circles into your warm cheek, smile quietly confident but no less sweet as he looks down at you, all dimples and crinkled eyes.

"You still with me, baby?"

You don't say anything for a little while just blink up and him and God if that's not the most ridiculous ego boost. That one kiss has you so pliant underneath him. Whatever worries Clay had about not being able to get you to cum disappear at the realisation that Brad couldn't even fucking kiss you right.

"Baby?" He asks again, grinning softly down at you.

"Mmm?" You hum up at him, eyes refocusing, taking in the flush to his cheeks and the grin on his lips.

"You with me?"

"Yeah...yeah, i'm with you.."

"Good, cause i'm going to teach you how to touch yourself." Your eyes snap so wide he's almost worried you've hurt yourself. He's not sure if you forgot why he was here...or if you simply thought he'd just get straight to business, fuck you with nothing else before hand, no run up, to build up.

But that's not Clay's style, not with you. He's patient. He learnt that from all the years shooting pucks in his basement, all the extra practice at the rink after everyone else had left, Grandpa Bill keeping the doors open just for him. Clay doesn't just rush in and he doesn't want to either. Today's not about sex. It's not about getting his dick wet or the grand finale. Today he decided was about teaching you how to touch yourself and get yourself off...and maybe next time it'll be his fingers not yours and maybe after that...

"I...Clay..." You don't shy away as his hands tug your jeans down your legs, his eyes hungry as the traverse the expanse of skin on display. But you shy away from the thought of touching yourself in front of him, you were expecting him to just...get on with it...like Brad. You suppose that's where you went wrong because Clayton Keller is nothing like Brad.

"Shh, don't go getting shy on me now. You wanted to learn how to cum, right?"

"Yeah..." He tugs you to a sitting position until he can slip in behind you, his back against your headboard, legs spread wide around your hips until he's tugging you back against him ass to his hips. You close your knees together, shy, unsure.

"So, this is where we start, baby." He's gentle with it, careful of your renewed shyness as Clay's hands gently rub up and down your bare thighs, just the tops at first.

He waits until you relax a little, back leaning against his chest, knees unlocking. His hands gliding to your inner thighs, the skin so sensitive that your hips jerk, knees pressing tight together like a muscle spasm.

"This okay?" His lips press to your temple, mumbling against the skin as he starts to pry your knees apart. Gentle, but commanding and you let him ease your legs open until they're wide, panties on show, wet spot making you want to die a little because you shouldn't be this wet from one kiss, right? Or is this normal?

"Y...yeah..."

"You sure?" He stills his movements, lips breathing against your temple, worried he's pushing you too far.

"Just nervous..."

"Why you nervous, baby?" Another kiss to your temple, long fingers tiptoeing up your inner thigh, sliding over the crease where thigh meets hip in soft strokes that have your core pulsing, your throat swallowing heavy.

"I...don't know what's normal, Clay...I..."

"What're you feeling right now? Talk to me and I'll let you know if it's normal or not, baby. That's why I'm here right? To talk you through it."

"Clay..."

"C'mon, what're you feeling? You feeling warm here?" He presses a palm flat to your lower stomach, pushing in in a way that makes you squirm back against his hips. Clay grunts as your grind against his dick, smirking slightly.

"Yeah..." A mumble, a murmur, head tipping back against his shoulder, his lips trailing over the side of your face, damn near loving and that's what this feels like. This feels intimate enough that it shouldn't be between friends, stomach twisting, gut roiling because how are you supposed to view this man as just a friend when he holds you like that, kisses you so gentle, and touches you so close.

"What else?"

"I...I'm so wet, Clay. I..." you don't think you've ever felt this slick, like you're dripping for him and it feels embarrassing, like you shouldn't want him that much. It's hard enough to get the words out, face so warm like you've dunked it in boiling water.

"Mmm?" His fingers slip beneath your panties, a delicate trail through your lips, slick collecting on your fingertips and fuck, you're soaked, "That's normal, baby, such a good girl for letting me know, yeah? 's normal, should be wet or i'm not doin' my job right, yeah? Brad never get you this wet?"

"No..." There's a sense of pride he feels deep in his gut because fuck, yeah, of course Brad couldn't get you this wet, that's Clay's job...except it's not...and you suffered for it. You spent your life thinking you were broken because no one took their time with you and it pisses him off.

"Told you, you're not broken, just with the wrong guy, sweetheart." You let Clay tug your panties down, kicking them off until you're bare, cool air of your room hitting the slick between your thighs, trying to close them. Except Clay's hands are there, keeping your knees parted, cunt bare.

"Show me."

"Show you want?" Your voice is breathy, barely their like you're holding your breath in the back of your throat.

"Show me how you touch yourself, baby, let me help you get there, yeah?"

You're hesitant but you slide your hands down to your cunt like he asks, despite your shyness, your reservations, your embarrassment. You follow his direction perfectly and he watches, throat dry, but observing still with a critical eye each move you make.

"Good girl, so good for me..."

You're too quick with it, too rushed, too intense. Fingers straight for your clit, quick, rough circles that cause your hips to jerk until you pull away close, but frustrated, working yourself almost unkindly and it has Clay shushing you gently.

"You need to go slower, baby, savour it, yeah? You're too rough..." His palm presses to the back of your hand, long fingers guiding your own to a more gentle press, slipping slickly and slow around your clint. A more tender touch that still has you twitching but without the desire to run away from the touch, hips leaning in and not away.

Clay guides your fingers down until you're pressing one inside your centre, breath hiccupping at the sensation as Clay presses your thumb into circles around your clit. He helps you rock into your hand, helps you press a second finger into your cunt and keeps your thumb circling even when that sensation in your tummy feels too much.

You know that sensation well, close, but so far, you've never gotten to the tipping point, never hit that high, your body shying away from it as it does now. Except Clay doesn't let you stop.

"Doin' so well, baby, so close, yeah? You can do this, I know you've got it in you, sweet girl, just a little bit more." Sweet and dirty nothings mumbled into your temple, kisses pressed across your jaw as your fingers, guided by his own, squelch in and out of your cunt.

"Clay..."

"You close, baby?" You can only nod, moans falling out of your throat in a waterfall of sound, eyes fluttering shut and if Clay's fingers weren't on top of your own you know you would have stopped short by now, but he doesn't let you.

All it takes is one last circle of your clit, a little extra sharp, a little more firm and you're falling over a precipice that you've never jumped from before. Where Brad always had you stopping short, peering over that ledge but not jumping, Clay has you diving head first. Your body seizes, body shaking as pleasure runs through your limbs and still Clay makes you work yourself through it until you're pushing his hands away too sensitive, too much whining at him, face seeking comfort in his shoulder.

"I got you, baby, you did so good for me...knew you could do it, so fucking hot, baby..." He tugs you closer, twists you in his arms until you're curling into him, his palms soothing as they flatten over your back, tangle in your hair. Shushing leaving his throat at each little aborted wiggle of your hips, still feeling your first ever orgasm so strongly like all those years of near misses decided to come out all at once.

You moan into his shirt, fingers clawing at his back like you're trying to ground yourself in him and he just keeps holding you, keeps his touches gentle, light, until you're relaxing, until your hips stop twitching and your breath stops stuttering.

"You good?"

"Fuck, Clay..."

"Told you, you weren't broken, baby, every lock has a different key, huh?"

Part of you thought he wouldn't manage it, that you wouldn't manage it...that maybe he'd get just as frustrated as Brad, a few failed attempts before he gave up...but fuck, it was so easy for him, like you were a puck on the edge of his stick, easy to handle, to manoeuvre.

"So I guess....I guess we're done now, huh?" He's done it. He's accomplished the goal, one night and he's achieved it. Like the over achiever that he is.

"Why'd you think that, baby?"

"Well, you did it..."

"Oh baby, this is just the tip of this iceberg. We're not done until you've cum on my fingers, my tongue and my cock."

Your body floods with heat, stomach fluttering again like your body is ready to put those promises to the test. Cheeks burning, face pressing into his shirt tighter until Clay pries you off with a laugh and tugs you on unsteady legs towards your bathroom.

Maybe you're wrong for thinking he'd be content with you cumming once on your own fingers. Maybe you were wrong for thinking he'd up and leave you a sweaty mess in your bed...instead Clay takes his time, a wet wash cloth over your skin, cleaning away sweat and slick with nothing more than a confident, self assured smile. There's something almost fragile about the way Clay gets you ready for bed, how he wipes your make up away and pulls a big shirt over your head and a new pair of panties up your thighs before tucking you under the covers.

"Stay?" You tug at his wrist, scared he's going to leave after all that.

"Of course, baby," It takes no convincing to get him to strip down to his boxers, hard on forgotten about in favour of looking after you, chains glistening against his tan and God, he's gorgeous, your friend...only your friend, but so gorgeous as he tugs you against him and spoons you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

Brad never held you like that. Brad never did a lot of things you're coming to realise.

[rainbowstargazerlilies]

Let's Try This Again!

One note on this post over this post over the next day or so (until Tuesday night, Eastern Time), is equal to 1 minute I'll need to write over the next few weeks. I'll set a goal on TrackBear (a site I've been using to track my word counts recently) and post how things have been going that way. Have fun!

[secondbeatsongs]

Food Crime: Frosty the Slawman

so a while ago, I saw this photo going around on tumblr:

at first, I thought this was photoshopped. I mean, "welcome new man in your life"? that feels like a translation error, or someone being silly on purpose.

but guess what! turns out, Frosty Slaw Man is real!

and soon...he will be mine. let's get cooking

(full disclosure: I crafted this snowman and took notes about it over a year ago. and then, like with many things in my life, I forgot about him, and let him drift into the ADHD void of Things I'm Not Currently Staring At, where object permanence is tentative and largely unrealized.

but here we are! and here he is: the slaw man. it's time to share him with you, so that you can suffer as I have suffered, and/or rejoice in my gelatin creation!)

so this recipe photo originally came from Mid-Century Menu (archive link), a blog that seems like one after my own heart, and which once tried to make the Slaw Man (with not much success; but we'll get back to that)! but it's not just that blog that has copies of this ad. I also found it on reddit, and in a few different places on ebay!

lookit that guy! he's a real guy!

both the reddit post and some of the ebay listings say that this is from 1963 (though I haven't been able to figure out which magazines it was printed in, to confirm this for myself). but in looking this up, I discovered something else fun! there's another version of this ad!

Best Foods is what Hellmann's stuff is called on the west coast, and the "this is no place for second best" thing makes a lot more sense when you consider that the ad was probably made for Best Foods first, and then just reused and rebranded for the east coast

the more you know!

anyway the benefit of finding this alternate ad is that the scan on this image is a lot clearer, and so the recipe is more readable! and in looking at it, I've realized something important:

when Mid-Century Menu tried this recipe, they got an ingredient amount wrong.

when they made their beloved Slaw Man, they had the water amount written down as 1/4 cup, but looking at this scan up close, it is actually 3/4 cup of water! something that might make a significant difference, considering we're working with gelatin!

(there's also another change I want to make compared to what they did, when I do this recipe. but we'll get into that in a sec.)

for now: we begin

so. there's no way I'm making a Slaw Man this large. I am just one person, and considering the ingredients of this, I don't think I'm going to be able to consume that much Slaw.

two entire heads of cabbage? three pounds of cottage cheese, a thing that I don't even like to eat? no. that's a bad idea.

so I'm starting small here and making this 1/3 the size of the original:

2 packets of unflavored gelatin 1/4 cup cold water 1 cup mayo 1 tsp salt 1lb cottage cheese 4 cups shredded cabbage

surely this will result in a reasonable amount of Man

...okay, I started chopping the cabbage thinking it would be easier, but I've given up and pulled out a grater. this is much better! and somehow more violent (affectionate)

the recipe says to soften the gelatin in cold water, and then stir over hot water until it's dissolved. I'm going to assume "stir over hot water" means a double boiler, so let's do that

hmmm, the gelatin is very foamy? it’s melted, but the bottom of the pot feels really....sticky

okay. after a couple minutes more and no change, I’m calling this good enough.

so one thing that others who have attempted this recipe have not taken into consideration is the cottage cheese. you see, the others used normal cottage cheese, but the recipe says to use "cottage cheese, cream style"

I’ll be real, I’m not 100% what that means, since we don’t have that here. but I can take an educated guess! so let’s blend the cottage cheese!

(with an immersion blender. I am not willing to wash an actual blender because of this)

mmm, yes. very smooth

...actually. why isn't all cottage cheese like this? the thing I hate about cottage cheese is the texture, so why isn't it all smooth and creamy like this?? I could eat this!!

a new discovery is made every day in this house.

okay, time to start mixing things together.

ah, frosty. I opened a whole new thing of mayo for you! do you feel special?

(I'd make a "pre-dinner snack?" joke, but sometimes I think I'm the only one that remembers Regular Ordinary Swedish Meal Time)

okay, the mayo, cottage cheese, and salt have been added to the gelatin. but as this cools, the texture is getting...hmm. less than appealing.

lastly: the cabbage

oh. oh this is not very nice

next it says to pack the "salad" into a one pound container, and two six-cup bowls, but since I made this recipe so much smaller, I'm going to uhhhh. uh. find some bowls that seem like they'd be correct...snowman? proportions?

ah. this bowl is too big.

hey, these'll work!

now I just have to let them chill for a while, and continue another day.

(edit from current!me: ahhh oh my god I forgot this was pretty soon after we adopted Jackie! look at these cat pics that I took while I was food crime-ing!

look at them having their little interactions! Knuckles was trying so hard to be friends with her! I love them)

hello! two days later and we are ready to assemble the slawman. and my sibling has started referring to him as "frosty: attorney at slaw", so that's fun.

I've done a thing where, as these set, I flipped them around in the bowl so that hopefully they'd be more round. we'll see if they actually stay like this.

I have also made some decorations for him out of peppers, olives, and carrots!

let's build our boy

oh he's so heavy. and wobbly

no no no he almost fell over!!

okay. he's fine. but more skewers were needed.

and...okay. he is complete.

behold!

gaze upon my beautiful man!

(he is not structurally sound! he wobbles unsteadily as I rotate him! there are already cracks forming in the gelatin around where his arms are! don't worry about it!)

 now it's time to stab him

and...to devour him

this tastes like...a bland coleslaw? and not even that. it's just sort of a salty, cottage cheese-y cabbage. the ingredients don't combine to become something greater, they simply...sit there. like this.

and the texture is...mmm. it's not a jello kind of texture, but it is a bit squashy in a way that's mildly strange.

it's very creamy once it softens in your mouth.

...I don't like this!

and look! taking just that one chunk from him was enough to destabilize him entirely :(

RIP frosty. now I just have to see if I can eat all of you before you go bad.

(note from current!me: I could not.

 I ate maybe half of him over the course of many days, often adding other stuff to him to try to add some flavor: bacon, frozen peas, cheese, etc. but even with that, I just couldn't stomach him.

after a while I stuck what was left of him in the freezer, hoping that maybe I'd find the will to consume the rest of him some other day.

do you know what a frozen-and-then-thawed mixture of cabbage, cottage cheese, mayo, and gelatin looks and tastes like?

bad. the answer is: bad.

I threw him out pretty quickly after thawing him.

do not try this recipe at home)

[woantohae]

Close to you || (Bob Reynolds x reader)

Summary: AU! Where Yelena asks Y/N and Bucky for a big favor while they're on a mission: to save Robert Reynolds, a friend of hers. Thinking it would be an easy mission to carry out, they readily accept, only to be surprised to find that it won't be as they thought.

And Bob is nothing like he pretends to be.

Author's note: Hello! So this is basically a dream that I had last night and I couldn't not write it. I hope you enjoy it 💌

Content warnings: au! fanfic, fluff, curse words, void being a flirt kinda? (i know he's not like that in the comics, but a girl can dream), bucky and reader acting like sister and brother, bob having a soft spot for reader, shy! bob, hints of angst.

"What's his name again?"

"Robert Reynolds," Yelena says through Y/N's earpiece "They've had him there for a long time, and I promised to go get him once I knew his location."

Bucky prepares his weapons, his brows slightly furrowed, as he listens to the blonde through the communicator in his ear as well.

"Old friend or an ex from the past?" Bucky asks, to which Y/N ​​smiles in amusement.

Yelena laughs sarcastically.

"Ha, ha, ha. Yeah," she says. "He's just a friend. I could never see him that way in my life, and he thinks the same. I'm not his type, anyway."

"We'll do our best, Yelena," the girl assures her, starting to walk with Bucky to the back entrance of the place.

Yelena thanks them, then leaves the duo on their own. They both act stealthily and cautiously to avoid being seen by the guards. Bucky is in charge of throwing a rope that sticks to the ceiling of the compound, giving it a couple of tugs to make sure it's secure.

The black-haired man watches her.

"You coming?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Of course," she begins to rise into the air with the ease of her powers. "See you up there."

Bucky complains and curses, while Y/N laughs. She is the first to reach the roof and waits a few seconds until the man reaches her side.

"Sometimes I forget you can fly," he says, letting go of the rope and letting it fall from the ceiling.

They start walking to the ventilation duct, which Bucky easily opens with his metal arm. He lets Y/N go through first, and she cautiously squeezes through the ventilation duct, complaining about the space in the process. With great care and effort, they begin to walk through the limited space until they reach the grate that leads to the lab where Robert was. The duo stays on their knees, crouching, peering through the grate, a bright orange light emanating from it.

"I think it's here," Bucky says, adjusting the weapon in the small backpack on his back.

"Do you know the plan?" Y/N nods as she peers through the grate, looking at a man lying on a stretcher in the fetal position. "You ready?"

"Are you?" He looks at her, to wich she confirms her answer with the movement of her fingers that open the metal grate.

Bucky is the first to go down, trying to make as little noise as possible, then raises his arms and embraces Y/N in them. They make sure no one is watching them, so they give Yelena the sign to lock the glass room they're in. Suddenly, the deafening sound of the metal doors slamming shut is heard, jarring the brunette awake, who falls off the stretcher and onto the floor.

"Ouch!" he groans.

Y/N walks over to him and crouches down to check on him. Bob's eyes are still closed from the impact, a look of grievance on his face.

"Are you Robert?" she asks, frowning.

Bob opens his eyes and finds himself staring at the girl in front of him.

He swallows and nods repeatedly.

"Yeah, yeah."

She smiles and brings her fingers to the communicator in her ear. "We got him, Yelena," she says triumphantly.

The brunette sits up, resting his elbows on the floor and looking at her with hope in his eyes. He remembers the blonde-haired girl who stood by him when he needed her most. Until Valentina's team managed to capture him again to continue turning him into their weapon. Time passed and his hope faded, but now a calm slowly invaded his being.

"Good job, guys. Thank you" says Yelena and the smile on her face can be heard through the earpiece.

Y/N looks back at Bob and gets up from the ground offering her hand to help him, which he accepts. Robert notices Bucky who is looking at him carefully and cautiously, alert to any sudden movement.

"Well, Robert. We need to go. Now," Y/N says.

Bob nods, not questioning her decision.

He feels the blue-eyed man's cold glare and swallows, suddenly feeling small; it's as if he hates him without even knowing him, and doesn't understand why. But he doesn't have time to continue questioning that, as a deafening alarm suddenly sounds. The metal doors begin to rise, revealing several guards pointing guns at them behind the glass.

"Shit," the girl curses and positions herself next to Bucky.

"I thought we had more time, Yelena," Bucky says, sounding exasperated.

"Fuck, I didn't think they'd discover us so quickly."

"Really? Well, they did," Bucky says, readying his weapon.

He signals Y/N with his hand, indicating the vent for them to leave. "Go, I'll distract them."

"Come on," she says taking Bob's arm —not thinking twice, the girl knows Bucky can take care of this on his own.

They move as quickly as they can.

"Can you get in?"

"I-I think so."

Y/N lets the brunette climb first, then pulls herself up and enters, feeling Bob help her by wrapping his arms around her waist. The pair crawl through the duct quickly until they reach the exit to the roof. Soon they both step out, but stop abruptly when it can be heard the sound of guns pointed at them. There are some guards who went up to the roof to catch them.

"Stop! Don't move!" one of them shouts.

Both Y/N ​​and Bob raise their arms in surrender, until the girl decides to move her hands and take the guns from them, while Bob throws them away through the air, letting them fall while hearing their cries for help. She looks at him in surprise and raises an eyebrow, to which Bob glances at her, as if what he did was wrong.

"Wow, that was good."

Bob smiles and shrugs.

"Thank you. You too."

The moment of victory doesn't last long, as Bob feels something stinging his neck. He reaches for his neck and pulls out a dart, staring at it with a frown. The girl notices that one of the guards is left in the corner, and before he can attack them, she uses her powers to shot him with one of the guns that was on the ground.

"Fuck," Bob says.

Y/N's eyes widen and she reaches for him when she realizes he's about to faint. The girl's arms wrap around him as best she can and she tries to communicate with Bucky.

"Bucky, we have a problem here."

"Yeah, me too!" he replies, while she hears the bullets on the other side. "Do you think you can make it to the car?"

The girl looks down at Bob, who is unconscious, and considers her options. She can fly to the car without a problem, but she's never carried someone in her arms while doing so. However, Y/N would have to do it if she wanted to complete the mission.

She sighs and nods with her head, even if Bucky can't see her.

"Yeah, i can do that."

"I'll be there in a minute. I need to take care of something before. Be careful" he says the last thing in a concerned tone.

"I will. You too, Bucky" she asks.

Without waiting any longer, she grabs Bob's body in her arms and soars into the air until she reaches the car. She opens the door with a flick of her fingers —without needing the keys, and carefully puts Bob inside, then gets in the car and closes the door, checking that no one else is near the perimeter. Y/N catches her breath as she adjusts Bob's body so he's sitting in the car and she puts on his seatbelt.

Y/N brushes a strand of hair away that's falling from the man's forehead and looks at him, scanning the details of his calm face. But the calm doesn't last long because Bucky decides to jump into the car without a warning.

"Fuck, Bucky! What the hell!" she exclaims, feeling her heart race in shock.

"No time to yell at me! We have to go, now!" Bucky yells as he starts driving.

The black-haired man drives like there's no tomorrow, and they get as far away from the scene as possible, feeling the bullets hit the car, but the sound of an explosion steals their attention.

"Shit. That was you?" she asks, looking over her shoulder.

"I had to stop them somehow," Bucky says, his eyes fixed on the road.

"Not bad," she says, pouting and shrugging.

Bob slowly wakes up, opening his eyes and looking around.

"What happened?" he asks in a soft tone.

Y/N looks at him and smiles.

"Everything's okay. We managed to escape, don't worry," she comforts him in a soft tone, noticing how Bob's frown softens and she can see the relief on his face.

"Is everything okay back there?" he asks, looking at them in the rearview mirror.

Y/N nods, but the man abruptly turns the car to take a shortcut, causing Bob's body to move —and the brunette's face to land directly on Y/N's breasts.

"Fuck, sorry!" Bob says panicking.

Y/N feels a heat spread across her cheeks at what happened with Bob, even though she knows it was a complete accident. Unlike Bucky, who glares at him as he continues driving at top speed.

"Hey, it's okay," the girl says, and Bob immediately pulls away from her.

"You seemed to enjoy it, Robert," Bucky says in a serious tone.

"Bucky. Now's not the... Watch out!"

The car is hit by another vehicle, causing it to flip through the air. Y/N rushes to try to use her powers and stabilize it, bringing it back down to earth, only now they're upside down.

"Are you okay?" Bucky asks, groaning.

"I think so," she replies, looking at Bob, who's grimacing from the impact.

From one second to the next, the girl is yanked out of the car by someone, while Bob and Bucky shout at her to stop and let her go. One of the guards who managed to reach them grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back, putting a plastic syringe down her throat. If she makes a false move, he'll inject her with it.

"You're not that useful with your magnetic powers now, are you?" the guard says in her ear.

Bucky blows the driver's door open and immediately gets out, pointing a gun at him. Bob still hasn't gotten out of the car.

"Ah, easy there. I can inject this into her anytime if you shoot me, soldier."

Y/N looks at him, her eyes telling him not to do anything. Bucky clenches his jaw and lowers the gun, then drops it to the ground and raises his hands in surrender.

"We'll do this: you give me Reynolds, and also I take the girl with me, and no one gets hurt," he offers with a mocking smile.

"Eat shit," Bucky replies, gritting his teeth.

"Yeah, I don't think so," a voice identical to Bob's is heard.

The rest watch as Bob walks toward them slowly but surely, with a much darker and more confident aura than a few minutes ago when they rescued him.

"You're going to let her go, and then I'll take care of you so you never show up again," he assures, standing in front of the guard.

"How are you going to do that? Are you going to beat me up?" He laughs, and Bob just smirks.

The brunette stretches out an arm and uses his hand to make the guard choke suddenly, freeing Y/N, who is instantly rescued by Bucky. They both watch as Bob chokes the life out of the man without having to touch him, then disappears, leaving a dark, black trail on the ground.

The pair stares at him in perplexity, and he turns to look at them, specifically at Y/N, whom he approaches, standing in front of her.

"You're safe now," he says calmly.

A few months had passed since Bob had arrived at the home, greeted by Yelena, who was happy and relieved to see him alive.

The pair shared a unique connection and a friendship they had forged over the years since they met in the laboratory where they were subjected to a series of torture experiments. They had promised to seek each other out once they had found the location they were in. Although it had taken a while, they were now reunited.

The rest of the team had also welcomed him well and were getting to know him over the last few days to integrate him into the group.

Yelena had explained to them that Bob tended to have his good moments and his bad moments—like what happened with the guard when Y/N and Bucky rescued him. It was as if they'd possessed poor Bob, turning him into a more confident, powerful man with dark intentions. It wasn't that they judged him for that; everyone there had done things they regretted, but this was different. Something beyond their capabilities.

The rain was now pounding the roof of the compound. The ambient temperature was low, and every time Y/N blew air through her nose, she could see white steam rising from it. The girl had a cup of tea in her hands that relieved the cold a little, while she sipped it, appreciating the rainy landscape in front of her.

The house was completely silent, allowing only the soft sound of falling raindrops to be heard. It was the perfect weather and occasion, according to the girl; she could enjoy it all day with nothing to do and no one to interrupt her. John was spending time with his baby, Ava was on a first date with Yelena—the pair were getting to know each other much better after forming a team. Meanwhile, Alexei was working in his spare time as a limo driver to pay some bills, and Antonia had decided to step away from the group for a while to pursue her own business.

So the only people in the house were Bob, Y/N, and Bucky, the latter of whom was in an online meeting at the office with Sam.

Y/N watched through the window as Bob hurriedly ran into the house. She watched as Bob entered, shook his hair, trying to dry it, and then proceeded to take off his jacket and shirt, leaving his torso bare and unaware of Y/N's presence, who looked away.

"How was the gardening, Bob?"

"Oh, shit!" He froze and tried to cover his chest with his shirt "I'm so sorry. I thought I was alone"

She smiles amusedly, still holding her mug. She takes a sip and nods at the rain outside.

"Whenever it rains, I stay inside. It helps me disconnect from everything," she explains, while Bob nods, still holding the shirt to his chest.

Y/N raises an eyebrow and walks over to him, then places the mug on the table, standing face to face with the brunette.

"Need help? I can do the laundry, today." Bob swallows and shakes his head, letting out a nervous laugh.

"You don't have to. It's my stuff."

She shrugs and shakes her head, tilting it as she looks at him. "I don't have a problem with that"

She seriously wants you, right now. Do something. Or I will.

Bob frowns slightly his eyebrows and shakes his head, trying to make him go away. But he knows it's not that easy.

Y/N places her hand on Bob's to encourage him to give her his clothes. Their eyes are on each other, and neither of them seems to want to look away. Bob is a bundle of nerves when he feels Y/N's touch.

"I've noticed you tend to ignore me," she says in a low tone.

Bob's eyes widen and he shakes his head, as if he's been caught in the act.

"No, no, no. I'm, well, I don't... I'm sorry if you felt that way." Bob tries to form a coherent sentence, but has trouble doing so, seeing how Y/N keeps looking at him with those bright eyes he often likes to find in a crowd "I didn't mean to, really. It's just you are incredible and pretty, and I just..... I don't know..."

Seeing the man's worried state, Y/N places a hand on his cheek to make him look at her.

"Easy, it's okay. I'm not mad about it," she says with a smile "I just wanna know why. I would love to get to know you better, actually".

"Really?" the brunette asks.

She nods and smiles sideways.

Bob stares down at Y/N's lips for a few seconds, thinking about how soft they look. He wonders what it feels like to kiss them, and this isn't the first time he's done it.

It wasn't anyone's surprise that Bob started to have feelings for the girl in front of him; he's sure it was the day they rescued him. It may have been immediate, but he couldn't deny the way his heart raced, and it didn't even match how it felt when he was drugged or experimented on. This was better and more powerful, a feeling he craved every chance he got.

Y/N felt the same way about Bob. She found him handsome, sweet, and warm to be around. Lately, she'd been trying to give him hints that she was attracted to him, but the man never noticed. Maybe he was too oblivious, because he was pretty much the only person in the team who didn't seemed to noticed. The first to notice this undeniable attraction was Yelena. She constantly teased them by the looks the pair gave each other, and how they reacted when they heard each other's names in a conversation.

They wouldn't get away with it that easily.

"I, uh... think you're pretty," he blurts out. "And you make me nervous because you're wonderful. In every aspect of the word. "There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you or look at you, hoping you'll return my gaze".

She looks at him dearly, feeling her heart race. In a nice way.

"And maybe it's silly, but whenever I'm around you, I feel at peace," he says sincerely. "And I haven't felt that way in a long time."

Can you be more pathetic about it? Just kiss her already!

God damn it, shut up.

Bob falls silent at the sight of her expression and thinks he's screwed up, so before he can explain, or even try to, he feels Y/N grab the back of his neck and pull him closer for a kiss. He's surprised but lets go, letting go of the shirt from his hands to hug her waist, while Y/N rests her hands on his broad shoulders and they continue moving their lips in sync.

Bob doesn't want this moment to end because he thinks he's dreaming, so he wraps his arms around the girl's body to pull her closer to him, feeling that voice in his head bothering him once again.

Just like that, her lips feel good, don't they?

Bob growls when he feels Y/N's hands caresing his chest, feeling the coldness of her fingers. Their moment is interrupted by someone clearing their throat as they enter the room.

The two of them separate from eachother. Y/N lowers her gaze and bites her lip, while Bob alertly stares at Bucky, who looks at him seriously.

"I'll just say you two should go to a room if this goes any further. We don't want this to be any more awkward than it is," Bucky says, going to the kitchen to get a cup and start making some coffee.

Y/N pats Bob's chest, and he looks at her, then follows her like a puppy.

"You don't have to be such an asshole," Y/N pinches Bucky's arm as she walks past him.

"It's my duty as your friend."

"Looks more like a brother, kinda stuff," Y/N says, taking Bob's hand and leading him to his room.

"Use protection!" Bucky warns.

Oh, we will.

Bob internally scolds himself as he hears Void invade his mind for a moment. Y/N laughs in amusement at Bob's reaction, stopping him in the middle of the hallway, just in front of her room.

"We don't have to do anything," she clarifies, and she sees how he relaxes a little.

"But I'd like to spend a little more time together. If that's okay with you."

Bob smiles and nods.

"I'd like that too."

Damn, Bob. We miss the fun part.

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

[the-autistic-vulcan]

So Loud, Yet so Hushed (Thunderbolts x Mute!GN!Reader Headcanons)

Request: For a heacannoncrequet please for Thunderbolts: Being the youngest member who is mute? Really like your stories! - Anonymous

Description: Headcanons on being the youngest member of the Thunderbolts and being mute

a/n: Reader is a Thunderbolt, Reader is mute, except able to express themselves through making noises. Reader isn't a specific age, but we'll say they're between 18 - 21 I've done as much research as I could, so I hope I do this justice!

gif credit: @princesssunderworld, @scorpiovelaryon

You are an assassin, just like the rest of them, so you already ticked the box on that part. But one thing that the team wasn't really made aware of, was your mutism (which we'll say Valentina neglected to let them know that)

They appreciated the quiet, especially Yelena and Ava - they got annoyed with the men bickering over stupid stuff, but liked you were to yourself

Until they realized you were too quiet

You were sat in your room in the tower one evening, Yelena, Ava and Bob went to go crash there just to hang out

Until Bob unceremoniously asked "...hey...you're really quiet...why's that?"

Before Ava could scold him for being insensitive, Yelena stopped her and asked you herself

Hence you wrote on your notes app "I am mute. I cannot speak at all."

They were there to give you full support, and also debrief the others - with varying success

Bucky kind of went into 'parental mode' when he heard the debrief

John was...John. He just patted your shoulder and moved on - but he was going to try

Alexei, being Alexei, despite having a very chequered past, was also willing to try

Yelena likes to sit with you and listen to music together - especially if it's anything rock or metal related. Even if it isn't, she likes to see you swaying or making some sort of happy noise

Bucky likes to spar with you, offering words of encouragement and even trying to ask for criticism from you on his technique. With a little time, you both learn to communicate via signs that he used in the army back in the '40s

Ava and John help you in a more cognitive sense, in that they teach you some skills that maybe you hadn't acquired yet - they figured cooking would help with your communication skills. And when the food is burning, you three just laugh at it all, earning a few huffs of relief from you

Alexei tells you stories of his glory days, even complimenting your style of fight and comparing them to his own. Other times, he offers you a sympathetic shoulder - it's mostly for him to make up for being a bad father, so he'd thought he would try again. But you let him know in your own way that he is doing his best

Now you and Bob are the closest in age and predicament - he struggles just as much as you do - even if you both don't suffer with the same things. In his case, Bob reads with you. He'll take time to try and get to know the types of books you read - and considering he had lost so much time out in the world, he wanted to catch up on the latest books

There are days where not even a sound would leave you - whether due to high levels of stress, a mental health episode or something completely out of your control happened

Bob, Yelena and Ava are the first to notice. Bucky and John take note also, and Alexei just straight up asks you what's going on

You write in your notes app that you're just not up to socialize, no matter how much progress has been made to accommodate you

The good thing is that they understand that feeling, and give you the space you need

If you still want to be around them, you guys just watch a movie together or sit in silence

The Thunderbolts are a strange bunch, nothing in their minds would tell them otherwise

You were basically the little sibling. And they would do anything to make sure you were happy, healthy and safe.

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[ddejavvu]

I can't get the thought of marking Hotch up with lipstick marks out of my head. Like imagine leaving a trail of kisses down from his neck to his dick. And if the lipstick is starting to fade, he'd reapply it for her so she could continue marking him

Hotch is typically more-than-professional during round table sessions, the grim atmosphere of the room setting the tone for his no-nonsense behavior. However, he can't stop himself from itching at a persistent stinging against his collarbone- probably something to do with the mark you'd sucked into his skin only hours earlier.

it's such an intense sensation that he slips a hand beneath his collar to itch it skin-on-skin, something probably unprofessional considering his environment, but one of those base human things that must be done even if it shouldn't be. A few wandering eyes note his movements, observant but neutral as a profiler should be.

It isn't until he withdraws his hand, fingers stained a crimson red, that anyone reacts.

JJ shifts in her seat, eyes blowing wide as Prentiss leans forwards, "Hotch, is that blood?"

Aaron's already grasped the edge of his manila folder with his lipstick-stained fingers, turning the yellow paper a sinful shade. He frowns, glancing down at his pristinely pressed suit, but there's nothing red against his chest.

"Your hand," Reid urges, his brows knitted in concern, but it's Derek- of course - who recognizes the red for what it really is.

"Hold on," He laughs incredulously, a great gust of air that comes out like a bark, "Hold on, hold on, hold on, that came off'a your chest?"

Caught red-handed, Hotch composes himself, which is a very stark difference to the way that his team dissolves into teasing giggles. Penelope has clapped a hand over her mouth, perhaps the only way she can hold herself back from opening it.

"Settle down." Hotch attempts, but Rossi undermines him with an exasperated groan. Once the oldest of the team proves unreachable Hotch knows he's lost the room, and sits in stony silence while he waits for his coworkers to finish getting their fill.

"My man." Morgan declares, clapping Hotch on the shoulder with a strong hand he's lucky not to lose, "She got you in the doorway this morning, didn't she?"

"We're talking about dead teenagers, here." Hotch reminds them, raising a brow as Emily, Penelope, and JJ collapse into girlish giggles, "Can we please focus on the case?"

"This is on you, Hotch." Rossi levels him with what's supposed to be an unimpressed glare, and what really comes off as a smirk, "It's not their fault you come to work with lipstick under your clothes."

"I have to ask Y/N for that shade," Penelope gushes, but at Hotch's warning glare she grabs her remote and retakes her place beside the viewing screen, "But-! But our trusty boss is right, there are lives on the line here. So- um, incriminating lipstick stains pushed to the back of the mind, we'll start up again on our case."

Hotch's shoulders relax as the team sinks back into careful contemplation of the case details. He thinks he's escaped scrutiny altogether thanks to the shocking violence of this particular unsub, but it's three days later when he hears about the lipstick stains again.

Surprisingly, it's Reid that comes to torture him, and the slick comment comes when Hotch is forced into sharing a motel room with him. Communal bathrooms are in the middle of the complex, but it's easier to change in their rooms. He unbuckles his belt facing the corner of the small room, giving Reid space to change himself, and giving both of them as much privacy as possible.

"Careful, Hotch," Reid calls, voice misleadingly kind-hearted which lures Aaron into a sense of security, "There's a gap in the curtains behind where you're standing. You wouldn't want any onlookers to see any more lipstick Y/N left behind."

Hotch decides that Reid is worse than Morgan. Morgan is expected to be crass, so it's not a shock when it's delivered. Reid, however, is one to watch out for.

"Reid," Hotch responds, hearing Spencer's breathy laughter already bubbling from his throat, "I'm sticking you on desk duty for a month when we get back."

[taeyongdoyoung]

t-t-teach me

summary: college life sucks. but at least you get to study with the hottest guy on campus... pairing: soobin x reader genre: college au, slight angst, smut, colleagues to study buddies to lovers warnings: academic setting, studying, mild allusions to anxiety/insecurities, reader is older than soobin, kissing, praise kink, size kink, handjob, fingering, lots of touching, protected sex (gasp), manipulation if you squint but it's all consensual, some lyrics references as usual author's note: someone on social media commented that soobin's "t-t-teach me" part in love language lowkey sounds like "t-t-touch me" and i couldn't get it out of my head so here we are... word count: 2.2k

Your college life is pretty boring. Study, eat, study some more, eat again, sleep, repeat. So, when your most handsome colleague (in your humble opinion) asks you to help him study for the upcoming exams, you are tempted to agree.

"Pleaseee, Y/N," Soobin begs so cutely. The way his glasses are slightly tilted doesn't help your case. "I can even pay you!"

"I don't want your money, Soobin," you shake your head, determined to play with him a little longer. After all, it is not every day that such a hot guy acknowledges your existence.

"What do you want, then? I'd do anything, I really need to pass, my whole future depends on it."

"Well, shouldn't you have studied throughout the year?" you tease him. "Instead of, I don't know, partying or whatever it is you and your squad do."

"I don't even go to parties. I'm just in my dorm playing games all the time."

"Case in point," you tsk, pretending to be disappointed.

"Okay, I realize I should have taken the courses more seriously, but can you please consider it?"

"What's in it for me?"

"I told you already, the sky is the limit. Just t-t-teach me the material," he stammers sweetly. "When the professors do it, I literally can't focus and understand anything."

"You do realize this isn't an easy task, right? We have less than a month until finals. Even if I do help you study…I can't promise you'll pass."

"Where's your confidence, teacher?" Soobin pouts.

"I haven't agreed yet!"

"Oh, but you just did," Soobin is too adorable to say 'no' to.

So, this is how it starts. Every day, after your lectures end, you go to Soobin's dorm to study. You use every method that has been helpful for you throughout the years. Highlights, flashcards, quizzes, you try everything and anything in order to help Soobin understand the material. At the end of each week you prepare a short test that is meant to aid Soobin in revising the most important information. The first week, his results are disastrous. You honestly don't see any hope but you promised him you'd try your best so you keep modifying the material in order to improve his understanding. The second week, his results are still below average, but slightly better. By the third week, he has definitely reached the expected pass level.

"My God, Soobin, this is amazing progress!" you praise him honestly.

"Really? You think I'd be able to pass?" he asks, still worried about the upcoming exams.

"If you keep up the great work, you surely will," you are confident that he'll make it. "We have one more week until the first exam, I'm sure we'll manage to cover some more ground and revise the essentials."

"Yeah, I think there's still enough time to stick to the plan you made," Soobin nods thoughtfully.

"Here's an idea that might be motivational. If you pass all your exams, I'll reward you."

"Reward me how?" Soobin eyes you curiously.

"However you like."

"What about me paying you back?" Soobin reminds you of the original deal.

"You can just buy me dinner at that sushi place near the university," you suggest simply.

"Sounds good. I'll do my best to pass."

"I know you can do it!" at this point, you genuinely believe in him and are amazed to see how much he's improved.

The exam period starts sooner than you'd like and you now have less time for your study sessions with Soobin, prioritizing individual preparation instead. Honestly, you kind of miss seeing his pretty face every day and explaining things to him. Talking about the material out loud has been helpful for you, as well. The final exams pass by in a flash and now you only have to wait one more week for the results to come out.

"How do you think you did?" you ask Soobin on the phone.

"Ugh, don't ask," he complains. "Even though I felt like we covered all the material, having to explain it in my own words and provide examples was so draining. I have no idea how I did but don't get your hopes up."

"I see," you reply with a sigh.

"I'm not gonna ask how you did, because I'm pretty sure you nailed them," Soobin shuts down any possibility of boasting before it even started.

"Hey, the exams were pretty difficult for me, too," you mumble shyly.

"Yeah, yeah, talk to me again when you flaunt those 100 points."

"Just because I tend to get high results most of the time, doesn't mean I don't struggle," you express your feelings a little harsher than intended.

Soobin is stunned into silence.

"Sorry, that was insensitive of me to say. I guess I never realized how much effort you put into studying."

"It's okay, I'm used to being misunderstood," you answer sheepishly.

"Just because you're used to it, doesn't make it okay. Get some rest. You sure deserve it."

"You too, Soobin."

And with that, the phone call ends. Tensions run high as you anxiously check your email once every two hours for results. You probably care more about this than you should. Only this time your own results are not the only thing on your mind. You really want Soobin to be satisfied with the work he's done. Because you feel like you poured more energy into helping him and you would really hate to see him fail. Not only because you'd feel responsible for it, but because you genuinely like him and want to see him happy.

After what feels like forever, the results are out. Of course, you can only see your own due to privacy reasons. But you know Soobin has also received the same email as every other student. It is only the content that varies. You quickly check your stats and though you didn't get a 100 points everywhere, as Soobin jokingly suggested, you are still pretty proud of yourself. You eagerly grab your phone, meaning to call Soobin when you stop yourself in the last second.

What if he didn't pass all the exams? What if he doesn't want to talk about it? So, instead, you wait until he contacts you first. Luckily, you don't wait long.

"Come over" is the simple message he sends you.

You put on a jacket and practically sprint to his dorm. Is he okay? Is he inviting you over to celebrate or to drink his sorrows away? Your mind races and so do your legs as you near his room. A hesitant knock on his door. A quiet "It's open".

You cautiously enter and study Soobin's expressions in an attempt to read the room. He doesn't look depressed but he doesn't look ecstatic either. What's going on? You just need to know, the uncertainty is killing you.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news first?" Soobin asks you coldly.

"Uh…good news?" you mumble, feeling more nervous about whatever he has to say than about your own results.

"Good news is I passed all my exams. I got between 60 and 75 points on most of them."

"That's…incredible! Congratulations, Soobin!" you exclaim proudly. "I'm really happy for you! Wait…what are the bad news, then?"

"The bad news is…you promised me a reward," he whispers darkly.

"Why is that bad news?" you are utterly confused, as you sit down on the couch next to him. "You deserve to be rewarded, you worked so hard to accomplish this."

"That's true, but…I'm not sure you'll like the way I want to be rewarded."

"Anything is okay," you vow, not knowing what's in store for you. "I'll keep my word."

"Oh, I know you will," Soobin smirks and crashes his lips against yours, shocking you completely. Is this really happening? Did you just…both pass all your exams and are now kissing with the hottest guy in your university to celebrate?

"T-t-touch me," he begs so prettily who are you to reject him?

"Where do you want me to touch you?" you easily agree.

He grabs your hand and slides it under his shirt so that you are now caressing his abs. Fuck, his skin is so smooth and hard.

"You're so pretty," you mutter what you've been thinking every time you see him.

"I try to look my best for you," Soobin admits.

"Shut up," you shake your head in disbelief.

"Yes, teacher," he teases you.

"Don't call me that," you groan.

"What would you prefer? Ma'am?"

"Ugh, no, that makes me feel old," your eyes roll.

"Well, you are older than me. How about noona?" Soobin blinks cutely.

"Oh my God, do you ever shut up?"

"Touch me somewhere else," he doesn't ask this time, he demands. You don't even have the time to ask where he'd like to be touched before he's grabbed your wrist again and moves it right on top of his clothed cock. You're seriously gonna die. You're gonna die right in this moment and you won't even go to that cute sushi place. "Take my jeans off."

Your hands are shaking but you do your best to follow Soobin's orders. All your academic knowledge is completely useless in this moment. What you lack in practice, you try to make up for with enthusiasm. Stroking his length and licking him softly seem to do the trick and Soobin grows harder under your touch.

"Why are you so pretty?" you can't help but marvel.

"It's both a blessing and a curse," Soobin grunts loudly. "Wait, stop."

You immediately halt your movements, letting go of his cock.

"Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?" you ask nervously, almost getting teary-eyed at the thought.

"What? No, you're doing amazing, I just…didn't want to come yet."

"Oh, I see," you reply, even though you can't see shit. "When do you want to come?"

"Wrong question, teacher," Soobin disregards your preference for not being called that. But in this moment, you no longer care. "Replace the wh-word with another wh-word."

"Hmm," you ponder out loud. "Where do you want to come?"

"Inside you. If you'd let me."

"Erm, I'm not sure…" you try to find a polite say that you are not really interested in getting pregnant at this point of your life.

"Relax, I've got condoms," Soobin laughs at you gently. "We can save the risky activities for after graduation."

He's already thinking that far into the future?

Soobin touches your folds gently, trying to ease your worries.

"Does it feel good?"

"So good, Soobin," you confess.

"Yeah?" he smirks proudly, as his long finger stretches you open. "Bet I can teach you a thing or two myself."

"I believe you," you sigh wistfully, as you near your high.

While Soobin puts on protection, you try to think of a logical solution as to how this will work. Honestly, you are too wet to care but his enormous size is still intimidating. Your brain seems incapable of coming up with a formula, so you give up entirely. Thinking only makes it worse.

When he slides inside of you, the feeling is so overwhelming you need something to keep you from falling apart.

"Talk to me," you beg.

"What do you want me to talk about?" Soobin asks.

"Anything."

"Linguistics is the scientific study of language. The areas of linguistic analysis are syntax, morphology, phonetics and-"

"Oh my God, really?" you scoff in disbelief. "Exams are over, let's put that behind us."

"What's your love language?" Soobin wants to know.

"Probably words of affirmation. What's yours?"

"Same. Quality time, as well," he responds.

"Oh yeah, definitely," you agree.

"You're taking me so well," Soobin immediately puts the newfound knowledge to use.

"You're fucking me so well," you whisper sincerely.

And this is all it takes for you two burst in each other's arms, experiencing pleasure like never before.

Once you've dutifully helped clean each other up and are cozied up underneath the sheets, the time for a more serious conversation arrives.

"I don't wanna lose this," Soobin gestures in the air between the two of you.

"We can keep studying together," you reply dumbly.

"That's not what I meant," Soobin chuckles. "Wanna spend time with you. We don't have to be studying, we can watch movies and I can teach you how to play games and…other stuff."

"I like the sound of that," you smile warmly.

"Actually, I have a confession to make," Soobin blurts out.

"Oh?"

"Deep down, I knew I'd pass the exams somehow," Soobin whispers. "I just couldn't be bothered to study. Needed an excuse to get close to you."

You can't even be mad at him.

"I have a confession, as well," you say in return. "I agreed to help you because I wanted to know more about you. I could tell you're smart."

"Is it the glasses?" Soobin pouts adorably, tilting his head to the side.

"Nah, you just give off that…sexy nerdy vibe. Glasses or no glasses."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It is. From one nerd to another."

"I can live with that," Soobin flicks your nose playfully.

"You still owe me sushi, by the way. For helping you study."

"Oh, teacher. Sushi is not the only thing you'll be eating tonight."

The End

[lavottino]

Self-indulgent but mandatory "What if the strawhats were Italian" because it has been plaguing my mind for months.

I'm putting some context (and also some headcanons) for each drawing under the cut for anyone interested in better understanding what is going on, so expect a lot of yapping 😭

I think I will draw more Italian strawhats shenanigans in the future (I'm sorry for sidelining you like that Jinbe...), we'll see...

1. Italy is divided into 20 regions, and I associated the 10 strawhats to 10 of those regions. The regions I chose have been mainly picked on instinct based on whatever felt right to me, so I wouldn't look too hard into it 😭

2. Tortellini are a type of stuffed pasta specifically from the Emilia-Romagna region (where I see Robin coming from) and even more specifically from the Bologna and Modena provinces; while fiorentina is typically from Florence (Tuscany) and Luffy would eat at least 10 of them a day if he could

3. Alberto Angela is a paleontologist and history and science communicator, and he runs some TV programs that mainly focus on history and science. He's well-spoken, he's educated, developing a little crush for him is basically a canon event, he's the IT Italian man if you ask me. Robin is watching Ulisse - Il piacere della scoperta, which is also the TV program that introduced me to him when I was like 9 😌

4. Table football is quite common in Italy (all my life I've called it biliardino, but apparently its name is calciobalilla? whatever 😭). I don't really have a lot to say about this one, actually. I just think that a Zoro and Sanji team up would be unmatched (just like in animanga). Like 10-1 (AT BEST) kind of unmatched. If they receive a goal (which was definitely a fluke) they're going to mercilessly trash talk each other into scoring the most diabolically aggressive goal ever witnessed in the history of mankind (Chopper is scared of them) (Luffy thinks it's kinda funny) (Nami decided they won't play at the same time until they learn to chill out).

5. Paolo Fox is a famous astrologer in Italy and basically there used to be this Sunday TV program (Mezzogiorno in famiglia, they discontinued it some years ago but it's the show that Nami and Zoro are watching), where he was called in every week as a guest to rank the signs from 12th to 1st based on the luck, love, money etc. they were going to get during the following week. And whether you believed in astrology or not, you were still going to eat that shit up regardless because you just wanted to know where your sign was going to be placed.

6. Easter eggs in Italy are this big chocolate egg that contains a "surprise", which can be toys or various trinkets (bracelets, keychains, that kind of stuff). When Easter is coming, the supermarkets have full aisles of Easter eggs because there are multiple brands and multiple themes (for example, the ones specifically targeted towards children could be One Piece/Pokemon/Winx etc. themed, containing a surprise that is related to them). I like to think that Chopper would be so excited about the chocolate that he would eat it all without even looking at the surprise 😭 (it's lying somewhere on the ground, a forgotten soldier amidst the raging battle)

7. Neapolitan songs can go pretty hard when you don't have someone in your ear telling you how corny and cringe they are. Franky has a whole arsenal. If during a conversation he hears a word that reminds him of one of his songs, he will start singing it. Brook joins him whenever he hears him, and if he doesn't know the actual words to the song, he will still string together some notes with his guitar. Luffy and Usopp will join at a certain point, while the other strawhats enjoy the little show. If Franky is singing and Robin appears in his line of sight, he will switch to a romantic song and start serenading her. When this happens, Sanji joins too (not because he's trying to woo Robin, but because he will never miss a chance to serenade a woman 😌).

8. I just know Brook has en entire repertoire of love songs that he sings whenever Zoro and Sanji are fighting. In this case he is singing "Bello e impossibile" by Gianna Nannini, whose chorus goes something like "handsome, handsome and impossibile, with black eyes and your Middle Eastern taste" and then again "handsome, handsome and invincible, with black eyes and a kissable mouth/a mouth to be kissed" (it sounds more poetic in Italian I'm sorry 😭). They get mad and flustered every time. It doesn't matter if they are still dancing around each other or are already together. Brook has the time of his life.

[bluegiragi]

MERCH UPDATE!!! (FEAT. FREE PRINTS)

yesterday, my merchandise finally arrived!! all...nine extremely heavy boxes of them...(check it out, my apartment is more box than furniture these days).

It's all in stellar quality, genuinely couldn't be happier with how everything came out <3

I also picked up my A5 prints order of the two designs I'll be randomly throwing into orders surpassing $100 AUD (which translates to around $65 USD). Each order will get one of the two prints, which comes with a thank you note on the back :) also, I know that beforehand I said I'd be including them in any order that contained over 6 line-items, but I feel like it made a bit more sense to base their inclusion based on value rather than quantity. Hope y'all understand!

(they look slightly too pink in this photo, but I promise the colours came out very nice. Also, I planned to include a Johnny design as an option too, but I ended up thinking it wasn't good enough to include :/ more motivation for me to get better at rendering!)

With all the merchandise here, I'll be starting to send out orders pretty much immediately. Please keep an eye out on your inboxes - I'm hoping to really lock in and process all 600+ orders in a week, so we'll see how that goes. I know that last batch customers had some recurring issues with me sending out smaller orders in envelopes - be assured that every order this time will get a proper tracking number and come in a proper mailer/box. Once you receive your tracking number through email, you should expect your package to arrive between 1-2 weeks, depending on where you live in the world. Also, fair warning for EU customers, you may have to pay an extra 10% import VAT tax on your parcels, which is really annoying but unfortunately unavoidable.

Some of you might also remember that I said I intentionally ordered more stock than I'd need, and I'd be opening my online store for general orders soon. Please give me a week to get through this current batch, and then I'll give you a proper date for the next store opening.

Thank you for all your patience so far, and seriously thank you if you've read this post up until now ;_; I appreciate you all so much.

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… ೀDad!Joel Miller Fanfiction Recommendations !

♡ ྀི༘͏Note: None of these fanfictions are mine. Credits to all their respective authors !

♡ ྀི༘͏Note 2: These contain Mom!Reader, so in some cases, the reader will be pregnant.

💐 = kids

🪷 = pregnancy

🌹= breeding leading to pregnancy 😉

🌶️ = smut

Part 4: Stubborn (one shot) 🪷 🌶️

Summary: Joel sees your baby bump for the first time.

(other parts of the one shot): 🌶️🌹🪷

• Prequel

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

After all (one shot) 🪷 🌶️

Summary: A morning in Jackson with your husband Joel and his kid Ellie, only ever since you got pregnant he has seemengly become insatiable.

snapshots (masterlist) 🪷💐

Summary: Moments of Joel Miller’s life in Jackson, Wyoming with his girls.

Just to be Sure (one shot) 🌹🌶️

Summary: Your husband Joel is desperate to get you pregnant again.

Bound in Bloom (one shot) 🪷 🌶️

Summary: Joel Miller never thought he’d find peace, not after all the years of running, fighting, and surviving. But here you were, standing in the kitchen of your farmhouse, your belly swollen beneath his favorite sundress on his birthday.

refined taste (one shot) 💐 🌶️

Summary: joel relishes in the taste of you.

request: Imagine no outbreak Joel seeing you doing a million steps nightly skin care routine and just laying under the covers and waiting for you to be done and come to bed already and slowly getting frustrated Maybe a little toddler cuddling in bed with him and Joel fake complaining to them about you “Mommy is taking a long time huh?” 💐

Unexpected Expectings (one shot) 🪷

Summary: It's a horrible idea, even living somewhere as safe as Jackson. But it's all she wants. Will Joel be able to accept her decision? Or will she have to do this alone?

(continuations of the one shot): 🪷💐🌶️

• We'll Be Expecting You,

• Not What You Expected,

• Talking Shop ,

• High Expectations,

• Unmet Expectations,

• Untitled,

• An Unexpected Addition,

• Unexpected Circumstances

Little Lamb (one shot)🌹🌶️

Summary: You and Joel decide on the future of you two when he sees how well you mother the lambs.

Joel Miller x Reader (one shot) 🪷

Summary: Pregnant reader saves Joel from Abby.

Honey-Do (one shot) 🌹🌶️

Summary: It’s Sunday, chore day, and Joel has a honey-do list item of his own: get his girl pregnant.

Hairspray (one shot) 🪷

Summary: Sarah finds Y/N’s hidden pregnancy tests.

request 1: Ps, I just imagine Joel shoving himself so deep that his (fucking massive, overflowing) balls are pressed tight to your labia, his pubes getting wet with how much slick there is, and trying to get as deep as possible so he has the best bet at breeding his sweet lil darlin 🌶️🌹

request 2: UR LAST JOEL BLURB HOLY SHIT omg I - think I just fainted. Anyyyway 🫠 I was wondering if you’d be open to writing a continuation of this where you’re in bed with Joel and he notices that your stomach has a slight bump that you didn’t notice… he goes insane when it’s confirmed that you’re pregnant, bending you over and spending the rest of the day on his knees behind you 🤭 🪷🌶️

A Christmas baby (one shot) 🪷💐

Summary: Joel and you have broken up towards the end of your pregnancy until Sarah convinces you to come to Tommy’s annual Christmas party.

Baby Daddy!Joel thoughts 🪷🌶️

Summary: SFW + NSFW baby daddy Joel thoughts

hiking (one shot) 💐

Summary: as a family, you go on a hike with your daughter.

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 (drabble) 🪷

request: a joel miller x pregnant reader drabble where the reader wakes up Joel all excitedly because the baby is kicking?🥰

Caring Hand (one shot) 🪷

Summary: You're going on a trip with Joel, which means driving to the destination and it’s hours away… to make matters worse your morning sickness is at its worst. So Joel does his best to look after you.

Joel Miller x Reader (one shot) 💐

Summary: Home from the hospital, Joel is over protective after you give birth.

Shooting Stars (one shot) 🪷🌶️

Summary: You give Joel the best Christmas gift he could ever ask for. You make him a daddy.

keep you warm (masterlist) 🪷

Summary: You reveal to Joel that you are carrying his child. He vows to keep you both safe and warm, always.

darlin’ i’d wait for you (one shot) 🪷💐

Summary: “Ten fingers. Ten toes. And even if you had none of them, you’d still be the grandest thing I’ve ever seen.” - Emily Henry, Beach Read aka you and Joel have a baby.

And Then it Happened (one shot) 🌶️🪷

request: Hey, could you do a fic about Joel knocking up the reader, while living in Jackson? He's such a baby daddy and Everytime I read fics that says he pulled out during sex, I always think "hm, someday he's gonna get someone pregnant" since it's a very ineffective birth control hahaha

Slice of Paradise 🪷 & From love and life 🪷💐

Summary: Joel dream of having a farmhouse comes true. What makes it even better is that he's not there alone. He has his own little family to enjoy this little slice of paradise with him.

Short days, long nights (serie masterlist) 🪷🌶️

Summary: Part of a band of travelers, your party is slowly picked off one by one, until there are only two of you left. Finding an abandoned cabin in the woods, you decide to make camp there until you figure out your next move. As the seasons change, the nights get longer and longer…

Christmas Eve (one shot) 🪷

Summary: Christmas Eve with your husband.

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[aninipanin1]

I love the manager x coaches. Would it be fine if Y/N brings her niece to job and little rascal pretends Y/N is her mom instead?

Niece: "You know my mama?"

Coaches and players: *Having heart attack.*

I'm not sure if it would be too out there or out of character. I just thought it might be funny. Hope you have inspiration 🩷

MAMA?!

Notes: Was legit abt to start the Little Mermaid fic for Chigiri but I suddenly had the urge to write for adult manager cause its been so long since I wrote one lmaooo and this was so cute so I just had to even though I said reqs are closed I JUST HAD TOOOOO

"There you are, Y/n! It's so good to see you!" Your cousin, Eina hugged you tight, patting your back softly. It has been a while since you last saw her due to both your busy lives with you as the manager of Blue Lock and her as a mother of two, as well as taking care of a small family business.

Coming from a family of businessmen and women was definitely not an easy responsibility, and you were just so happy that you did not get involved in the many drama when it came to your family's many businesses.

Eina was your cousin from your father's side and was the only one who did not spite or hated you for not being in the same calibre as your sister and other cousins. You loved her and always viewed her like the older sister you never had.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

You heard the familiar squeal, as you were immediately tackled by a toddler. Groaning in pain, you let out a small chuckle before kneeling on the ground to stare at the cute little girl eye to eye.

"It's been so long, Aina-chan! Look at how much you've grown! How old are you now, hm?"

"I'm this many!" She showed you four fingers, to which you smiled proudly.

"Wow, such a big girl! You're so cute, my little snookledum."

Carrying her in your arms while pretending to snatch her nose away, your cousin finally made you both turn due to her good natured laugh.

"Are you sure you and your boss are fine with it? I can always leave her to a nanny..."

The worried look on her face made you snicker, before shaking your head.

"Oh, of course it is! I wouldn't have said yes. Besides, I think this pretty girl deserves some aunty time for a few days! Whaddya say, my snookledum?"

"Yeah! Aunty time!" She cheered, engulfing you in a warm hug.

"We'll be fine. Worry more about the meetings okay? I'll take care of her as I always do."

"Auntyyyyy...Aina is bored. Let's play I spy!"

The little girl clung onto your arms the moment you both entered the Blue Lock facility where the four year old would be staying for a few days until her mother returned from her business trip in Singapore.

She definitely was a little sunshine, always wanting to play and not even flinching at the sudden change of location. If you were to be honest, in another life, you would want to have Aina's extrovetedness, and maybe then, you'll actuallh start having more friends and become more open when it came to different things.

"Hmm, how about later? It is lunch time, after all. Aren't you hungry, Aina-chan?"

Just as she was about to answer, a loud grumbling was heard from her little tummy which made you laugh.

"Welp, your stomach spoke for you. C'mon, let's eat!"

This went on for a few more days, with the only people who have seen Aina being Ego and Anri, mainly because even though the girl was energetic and an extrovert, she was easy to distract for hours on end. Just give her an interesting toy, and she won't drop it for a second until she realised that her bum hurt from sitting and playing for too long.

You toom advantage of that, leaving her to your office a few times to take care of the players while the rest of your day you will be cooped up inside your room, working and taking care of her at the same time.

However, in the midst of her stay, something else caught Aina's attention other than the toys you gave her.

She was with Anri (who she started calling Aunty too), who watched on from the monitors, overlooking some of the players for Ego while he went out somewhere to do 'something' apparently. Aina grew more attached to Ego than she did with Anri, and that is something most of you noticed. (Although Ego tries to pretend he hates the toddler)

It was probably because they do look eerily alike, with the same straight black hair and eye shape with along with a skinnier build and pale skin. The only exception was Aina taking the classic (e/c) colour everyone from your father's family had

You and Anri will secretly joked about how Ego was the real father and that somehow, the little girl was just swapped at birth or something, but it was all in good fun.

Back to the little girl, Aina looked at all the monitors, wanting to see if there were any familiar faces in them. To which she panned at one in the bottom and found you talking to Chris Prince amicably. And well, from that angle you did look a teeny bit like your cousin, Eina, hence why the little girl on the chair started to shout to call her mama, or who she thought was her mama.

"Mama! Mama! Youre back!"

Anri, seeing the cheering toddler could not help but smile fondly, however she did approach the little girl and told her that it was just you, her aunty and not her mama. Aina, just frowned at that, missing her mother dearly.

Well, that was until Anri had a brilliant idea, one that made her giggle mischievously.

"Hey, Aina-chan! Do you like pranks?"

The little girl's eyes brightened as she jumped from the chair she was in.

"Ooh! Yes! Yes please! Let's do a prank aunty! What are we gunna do?"

The smirk on the elder woman's face became wider as she started to whisper in the little girl's ear.

"That's all the JFU wanted to tell all of you. Now go."

Ego said coldly, dismissing the masters who all sat around the long table. The director of Blue Lock called for a very quick meeting with the rest of the masters. Since Anri was not free at the moment due to working with something that is related to the Neo-Egoist League (and also babysitting), you were the one called in to take notes.

The masters did not immediately leave, most of them approaching you to start small talks (ahem Chris and Lavinho ahem) while the others were busy taking the time to write down some things and cleaning up their things scattered on the table.

However, the automatic door suddenly opened, which made everyone look towards who was entering the meeting room, when a flash of long black hair and a small figure ran to your direction.

Flinching with a groan, you were definitely taken aback by the tight hug. You were suddenly attacked by a small figure. Small arms wrapped around your middle.

"Mama! I missed you!"

Crickets.

At first, it was just you who was in shock, not even sure why she called you her 'mama' when you are clearly not. But, it was not just you as gasps was heard around the room.

Chris gasped like he had just discovered the most scandalous gossip ever. Lavinho's looked like he was close to passing out. Snuffy's smile almost vanished as a vein popped in his forehead. Noa's eyes were colder than it usually felt like. While Ego just looked on emotionlessly, he was definitely more than confused, especially when you told him the child was your cousin's.

"Sweetie, wha-"

"Mama, you were gone for too long. I wanted to see you."

Aina hugged you tighter, her puppy eyes already on as she tried to look as innocent as possible which definitely worked on you.

"You have a daughter, Y/n-san?"

Loki was the only voice of reason amongst the quiet and heartbroken quiet adult men, as he just smiled at the young girl who is now in your arms.

"What? Oh, no! You misunderstand-"

But as if bad luck is not already on your side today, the little girl in your arms turned around to face Ego, who still sat calmly on his chair and called out to him in a name that you knew will legit get you in trouble.

"Papa! Hi! You're here too! Aina missed you!"

Now, that had everyone's mouth on the floor. Yes, even Noa and Loki had their mouths open, although not as exaggerated as the others.

"WHAT?!"

"Are you serious?!"

"Ego, you bastard-"

Ego just raised an eyebrow at the predicament, not even trying to stop and deny the claims. Instead, he even seemed to be enjoying it.

The coaches were definitely pissed. Out of all the men in the world you could have chosen (ahem themselves ahem) you chose to be with Ego?! And even worse, bear his child?!

Looking at the girl in your arms, she seems to be the perfect mix of you and Ego. Her hair, skin and build reminiscent of the man while her (e/c) eyes definitely came from you. So there was no doubt in their heads that it was not true!

You did look good holding a child, and you seemed to be very good with them. The little girl seemed to be enamoured with you, playing with the ends of your hair or pecking your cheek. You'd definitely be a good mother.

Now, if only you did not conceive with that four-eyed fucking asshole-

"Wait, I swear its not like that, guys-"

"No, don't worry, Y/n. You can tell us everything." Noa said stoically.

"Yeah. Did he force you or anything? We can call the authorities on him or even beat him up for you if you want." Lavinho added to which you blinked in horror at.

"What?! Please don't! Let me explain-"

"No, no, Y/n. You don't have to explain or remember the things he did. Seeing as to how he treats you and the lack of ring on your finger, I can see he does not give importance to you as a woman." Snuffy said, holding your shoulders gently, pushing you beside him and away from the ravenette man in question.

"You don't have to worry a thing, pretty. We'll take care of this." Chris said, cracking his knuckles to which you panicked even more.

"Um guys, maybe we shouldn't jump to conclusions." Loki said, seeing you panic and the absolute irrational conclusions of the four coaches.

"You all are talking about me as if I'm not here." Ego finally responded on the accusations. Although his words did not help at all in making the situation worse.

"You have the audacity to even remind us you are still here." Lavinho said, walking closer to the man who still did not look like he feared for his life at all.

"Oh my god! STOP! I've been trying to tell all of you that it's not what it looks like! Aina over here is the daughter of my cousin! Me and Ego-san did not do anything disgusting! Now can anyone not fight in front of a toddler and a minor?!"

You said in a mini outburst, leaving Aina to Loki while you glared at all of them. Yes, even Ego who did not immediately deny the accusations.

All of them were of course taken aback by the outburst, used to your soft and kind countenance most of the time. So to see you mad for the first time definitely made them a little guilty.

And also gush because you looked hot-

Ahem, anyway. It took a bit of deeper explanation before they were fully convinced, and well, there was no apology at all for what they said to Ego. He's still an enemy for you in their eyes, so why would they become all buddy-buddy with their opponent?

For the rest of the day, the coaches just ended up watching you be maternal and soft from afar, thinking to themselves that you will indeed be a good future mother someday. And hopefully (and if you'd agree to it), they would be the one who will see that you every day.

ADDITIONAL TIME:

Unbeknownst to you, though, someone was eavesdropping, and that certain someone was Otoya. Running back to his room, he was cackling like an evil conspirator, chatting with the others on his phone:

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[blacktabbygames]

Slay the Princess Concept Art

We shared a bunch of concept art on Twitter today. Sharing it here, too, where you can find it all in one post. Post contains spoilers, so proceed with caution (or just play the game already if you haven't 😉)

Going to start with the first piece of concept art Abby drew for the game.

In the earliest stages of development, we toyed around with the concept of there being multiple "end game" forms of the Princess.

The initial outline, rather than being tied together by an overarching metanarrative, structured a full playthrough as a 5-6 chapter long, self-contained journey down a single route, determined by your decisions in chapter 1. Here's an alternative late-game form:

The idea of deviating end-game forms didn't lost for very long, though. As we explored the game's themes more deeply, it made the most sense for there to be a singular "true" form.

If your reality is shaped by subjectivity and perception, then the "truth" has to be what's left when that subjectivity is swept away. the Shifting Mound's final design feels like that initial truth for the Princess, though there's also another truth if you push back against her and press on into the final cabin.

We really liked this "void" design, and I played around with the idea of it being an intermediary to the final form. The "void" Princess would be what you saw upon encountering the final Princess without understanding your own truth, but once you had that understanding, you would see her as the Shifting Mound, as depicted in the game.

That gave way to the intermediary design of the SM being a sea of disembodied limbs, and we also took parts of both designs and incorporated them into the protagonist (particularly the wings.) You can see the eyes and feathers for this void form in the ending card of the original trailer below:

You can see extremely early concept art for the spectre (top), nightmare (top-right), stranger (left), beast (bottom) and ??? (right) as well!

The eyes became a motif in the Nightmare route (Paranoid's manifestation of the fear of being watched), but I also like to think of them as a part of The Long Quiet's truth. You are space and emptiness, but you're also that which observes those things, and it's your perceptions that give the Shifting Mound shape.

Anyways, on the note of the original original concepts for the game, the Princess was initially going to remain human for several loops before taking on more monstrous forms. Some concepts of that are below. Had to get Abby to tone down some of the more horrifically cartoonish designs because they creeped me out and I didn't want to romance them in a video game.

We had to hold our cards close to our chest in the non-metanarrative early drafts, which is part of why, even in the first demo, the cabin doesn't really change much in chapter 2. More room to subtly play with the concept of transformation over time.

There were a lot of reasons we moved in a different direction for the full release. The branching was unmanageably large to write, and the game felt like a slog to write.

Using an overarching narrative as a framing mechanism in the final version gave us a lot more freedom to explore wildly divergent ideas within routes while still driving the player towards the originally planned finale.

Anyways, now we've got some concept art for individual princesses. There's a lot more than this lying around somewhere, but it's all in sketchbooks, and we'll probably wait until we make an art book to show it off.

First is the tower, who really didn't change much at all. (She got a little thicker, I guess. All of the Princesses did)

Not a lot to say about her, other than the fact that we knew we wanted a set piece where she gets so big that the trees and cabin orbit around her.

The stranger went through many many redesigns over the course of development. Here, she was a "princess skin" filled with a hive of sentient bugs. The script wasn't working for me, though, so instead she became a peak behind the curtains without the necessary context to know her.

A lot of people ask how these earlier drafts of the Stranger route would have played out, and the answer is I can't tell you, because I couldn't figure out something worth writing.

The writing process for individual routes didn't really start with outlines or plot beats. Rather, the routes started from a theme and a relationship dynamic, and I organically found their outcomes by exploring actions within those themes, and then seeing if those passed Abby's editor brain.

Neither of us found actions we wanted to explore with those versions of the Stranger, at least actions that weren't a beat-by-beat retelling of chapter 1, which contained way too much variation to put on a single chapter 2 route.

If each princess examines a relationship formed by perception and first impressions, the Stranger examines one that's fundamentally unknowable. One where you've seen too much, too quickly.

An insect hive-mind pretending to be a person seemed like a good starting point, but it was too difficult to write any interactions that didn't immediately feel knowable, if still strange. So the final version of the Stranger was designed in such a way where her unknowability makes interacting with her on a human level fundamentally impossible, and you don't get to have a real conversation with her unless you satisfy extremely specific criteria.

Anyways next up is the razor's final form. We decided she needed more swords.

Hearts became an accidental motif very quickly in the development process, too. (The fact that it is only strikes to the heart that fell her in the demo was accidental, but it felt poetic so we extended it to the rest of the game.)

So on top of adding more swords, we made her heart visible. This is something we did with the fury as well, as a way of showing their emotional (and physical) vulnerability.

Here's an early version of the Adversary and what would eventually become the Eye of the Needle, back when she was still called the Fury. Originally her hair was going to be fire (as seen on the right), but it didn't feel right in its execution.

She's hit the gym since this concept art. Good for her :)

And we're going to end with the Beast, who at this point was called the Adversary. I think this was before the Witch was added? The Beast was originally designed to be a Questing Beast who lurked in the shadows, where you'd only see glimpses of her, and where each glimpse would make her appear to be a different animal. This was too difficult to execute, though we gave her a more chimera-like appearance in the final game.

This design was from when we still has the Voice of the Obsessed, and the route was going to be a more feral mirror of what eventually became the Adversary, but it felt too thematically similar while being less interesting, so we moved in the direction of making the Beast about consumption as a form of love.

Anyways, that's all we've got for you right now. Hope this was fun!

[baby-yongbok]

Wherever You Are, I’ll Meet You There

Seo Changbin x Autistic!Reader

⤷ Genre - fluff • comfort • emotional support boyfriend behavior

⤷ WC - 1.3k

Changbin notices the little ways you start to unravel - but he never pushes. Instead, he offers presence, warmth, and the kind of comfort that doesn’t demand explanation. It’s a soft day, until it isn’t - and when everything begins to slip, he’s already there, exactly where you need him.

⤷ a/n - the days are hard, yall, so why not throw some fluff in there? this is based off of my experience with autism and not to meant to reflect how every person with ASD may operate. I hope that you enjoy!

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It started this morning.

You were humming, a mindless sound that echoed itself over And over again while you and Changbin had your morning refreshments. 

He cocked a brow, glanced up, studying the way you bit at your inner lip and noting it. 

He didn't pry, he didn't push. He only started humming too - low and harmonizing. You didn't notice at first but once you did you smiled, good. A smile is good. 

The rest of the morning was quiet, which sounds unheard of when Changbin is around but he isn't a morning person and neither are you. 

He got ready to head to the company and he noticed it again, humming, echoing, louder. 

He took a few languid steps into the livingroom to see you better and he found you at the mantle, rocking side to side while you read a piece of mail in your hands. 

“Yeobo.” He calls sweetly, coming up behind you while he half focuses on clasping a bracelet. You turn to him, the humming stops but the rocking doesn't. “Have lunch with me today?”

Changbin smiles and you can't resist. He knows you can't, and he's hoping that you don't. 

“Sure, baby, the usual?” You smile back and his gets wider. Good, a smile, it seems genuine. He nods, holding his hand out to invite you into a hug. 

“The usual, yeah. Or whatever you're feeling like today,” you take his hand and he reels you in slowly until your chest meets his. “Anything my girl wants she gets.” 

There's a hum that vibrates from your chest, faint and sweet. Changbin hugs you tight, giving you some deep pressure. You hum again, longer this time. 

“Feels good?” He purrs, soft in your ear. 

“Really good” You murmur, barely hugging him back now, just getting squeezed by him. 

“Where's that pretty head at today?” He pulls back a bit to see your face.

“I'm okay.” Your eyes flutter open, meeting his brown ones. “Tired, I think”

He hums this time, thoughtful. “Take a nap for me then.” He lets you go, releasing the pressure bit by bit. “Sleep for the both of us, okay?”

You smile again, something soft and a bit… distant? Changbin notices, he doesn't push. He only notes it. 

“I don't really have the time, Bin. Today is my only day off until the weekend and I have a lot to do.” He can see it as soon as it happens, the way your eyebrow ticks when he suggests the nap, a change of plans to your perfectly portioned day. 

“We'll nap for lunch then, yeah? Come to the company and we'll kick Chan out of his studio and nap on the couch.” He grins, hoping you'll say yes. 

You grimace playfully at the idea, “That couch has… seen some things” you both laugh and Changbin takes your hand. “True, it has but I think we're good. I'll get us something to eat, you just bring yourself. Yeah?”

You sigh, double and triple checking the plan in your mind before you nod.

“Alright, lunch and a cat nap… I can do that but I am not sleeping over fifteen minutes.”

Changbin wraps a gentle arm around your waist, ushering you back against his chest. “Twenty minutes.” He bargains with a smile. 

“Binnie,” you pout and he copies, poking his bottom lip out playfully. “Twenty minutes at least, baby.”

He peppers kisses over your nose And then your cheeks. “Please?” He kisses the tip of your nose. “Twenty minutes in my arms, twenty minutes of a break. How can you resist the idea?”

You roll your eyes and he smiles, he knows he's got you. “Fine.”

His reaction is cute and overdramatic, it's designed to make you smile and it's successful in its efforts. He pulls away, giving you some space and turns to head back to the bedroom.

“I get to have lunch with my baby!”

Or at least that was the plan. 

When you and Changbin parted ways this morning - him going to the studio and you going to run some errands - you thought that you had a foolproof plan. 

Go to the bank, get your car inspected, have lunch with Changbin,  pick up some groceries, and then go home and clean up before cooking dinner.

It was simple.

It was doable…

Right?

Well, the bank was crowded, busy with only two stalls open and two lines that stretched to the back. And then, to top it off, the guy behind the counter was rude. 

That lovely setback made you late for your inspection. They had already moved on to another customer by the time you arrived and now you're set back a full thirty minutes. 

You knew as soon as they told you the wait time that you couldn't make lunch with Changbin. At least not when you were supposed to. 

And then it happened. 

The guilt, the overwhelm, your schedule was looking less manageable and more like a list of organized triggers for a meltdown. 

Fuck. 

You texted Changbin, explaining it all and he offered to meet you later. He tried to comfort you, to tell you that he'd wait and even do the rest of your schedule with you - but that wasn't the plan. 

You decline, teary eyed in your car while waiting for your turn for inspection. You curse yourself over and over and over again in your head. Your thoughts crash into each other, sharp edges and no breathing room. 

Your day is ruined. You wasted it. How could you do this?

The schedule is abandoned after your car inspection, your morale is shot and you drag your feet to your front door once you finally make it home after half an hour of traffic. 

The lock clicks,

You turn the knob,

“Changbin?” You stand there, confused as you see him in the living room - and then you see the living room. 

The lights are dim, curtains closed, and candles flickering warm light over the mantle. Your diffuser is on, the scent of rose and lily wafts around and you can nearly feel your shoulders relax. 

“You're home, come.” He waves you in and you kick off your shoes, closing the door and tip toeing in. “Before you ask me ‘what is all this’ I want to tell you how amazing you did today.”

Changbin steps closer, not touching you. “I know what your head is probably doing to you right now, so, we have this.” He holds his hands out to his sides, smiling that cute lopsided smile.

“The living room?” He scoffs and you chuckle. Good, a smile.

“It's not just the living room anymore, Jagiya. It's your get away. Your safe space that you can stay in as long as you need to.”

Your heart swells and for a moment the thoughts fade. The nagging in your mind slips to the background and you smile at him.

“You are my safe space, Bin.” You go in for a hug and he wraps his arms around you tight. “Thank you… I think I've been a bit pent up since this morning.”

Changbin hums, kissing the top of your head. “I noticed but I didn't want to pry. I knew you'd come to me if you needed to. And I'll always be there to help ground you.” He squeezes a bit harder and you groan. 

“Too much?” He chuckles and you whine in protest “Mm mm, more.” 

“More?” He laughs, squeezing you harder between his biceps. “Do you want me to split you in two? Are you sure?”

You squeal, enjoying the deep pressure too much to ask him to stop. Changbin just smiles, hugging you as tight as you want for as long as you want. 

He doesn’t let go. And even when he does - you know he never really will.

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Tension

Sae Itoshi x Reader , wc: 3.1k , genre: smut

MDNI! contains & themes: hate sex, enemies to lovers, p in v, teasing

It was a well known fact at your school that you and Sae Itoshi absolutely hated each other. No one could pinpoint exactly when it started, but the mutual disdain had been there for years.

Maybe it was the way Sae thought the world revolved around football, completely ignoring everything else. School events? Group projects? Cleaning duties? Sae was always absent, choosing to spend his time practicing or playing matches. It infuriated you how he'd get away with it, just because he was the star player.

Meanwhile, you were the complete opposite. You threw yourself into every school event and project, often leading committees and organizing programs. So every time Sae's name would pop up on a list and he wouldn't show, you'd end up picking up the slack. And oh, you let him know about it.

"You could at least pretend to care about something other than football," you snapped at him once after an event where you ended up staying late because he didn't show up to help.

He didn't even glance up from his phone. "Not my problem."

That nonchalant attitude of his made your blood boil. Meanwhile, Sae hated you for entirely different reasons. In his eyes, you were nothing more than an annoying perfectionist who constantly nagged him. Every time you got in his face about responsibilities or schoolwork, it only reinforced his belief that you were too uptight, too controlling.

"You should stop trying so hard," he told you once, his tone flat and bored. "It's pathetic."

The animosity between the two of you was so obvious that even the teachers knew better than to pair you up for anything. But fate, or your English teacher had other plans.

The sun blazed through the classroom windows as your teacher's voice echoed in the room. You were already annoyed, scribbling notes while Sae sat at the back of the class, leaning back in his chair, looking half-asleep.

"Sae Itoshi, see me after class," the teacher said sharply, snapping her fingers to get his attention.

You smirked, glancing over your shoulder. For once, it looked like karma was catching up with him.

When the bell rang, you were packing up your things when your teacher called your name. "(Y/N), stay for a moment, too."

You froze, narrowing your eyes. Whatever this was, you already didn't like it.

Sae stood in front of the teacher's desk, his arms crossed, his usual stoic expression firmly in place. You joined them reluctantly, your annoyance bubbling at the thought of having to deal with him for even another second.

"Alright, Sae," the teacher began, folding her arms. "Your grades in English are unacceptable. If you fail another test, you'll be ineligible for the football tournament."

You suppressed a laugh, but the smirk on your face was hard to hide. Sae's expression, though subtle, faltered for just a second.

"And you, (Y/N)," the teacher continued, turning to you. "Since English is your strongest subject, I'm assigning you as Sae's tutor."

"What?" you and Sae said in unison.

"This is ridiculous," Sae muttered, his voice cold.

"And I don't have time to babysit him," you added, crossing your arms.

The teacher raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by either of your protests. "You'll make time. This is non-negotiable. I expect you two to work together every afternoon until Sae's grades improve. That's final."

The classroom fell silent as your teacher walked out, leaving you and Sae behind with an awkward air of tension. You sat on one end of the desk, arms crossed, glaring at him. He, of course, looked completely unbothered, as if this was all a waste of his precious time.

"Okay," you began sharply, "we'll meet at the library tomorrow after class. Be there by 4 PM, and don't be late."

Sae raised an eyebrow, his tone as flat as ever. "The library? No thanks."

You scowled. "What do you mean, 'no thanks'? That's where people study."

He shrugged. "Too many people. It's noisy, and I don't want anyone seeing me being babysat."

Your irritation flared instantly. "Babysat? This is tutoring, not babysitting. And maybe if you actually cared about school, we wouldn't even have to do this!"

Sae ignored your outburst, pulling his phone out of his pocket lazily. "Let's just do it at my place. It'll be quiet, and I can focus better."

Your eyes narrowed. "Your place? Are you kidding me?"

He met your glare with a bored look, like you were the one being unreasonable. "What's the problem? You scared or something?"

That last comment struck a nerve. "Scared? Of you? Not in a million years."

"Good," he said with a faint smirk. "My place. 6 PM. Don't be late."

Before you could argue further, he turned and walked off, leaving you fuming in your seat.

By 6 PM, you stood outside Sae's house, clutching your bag and muttering complaints under your breath. This was not how you envisioned spending your evening. When the door finally opened, there he was, leaning casually against the frame in his hoodie and sweatpants.

"Took you long enough," he said.

"You said 6 PM. It's 6 PM," you snapped, brushing past him as you stepped inside.

His house was annoyingly perfect, modern, clean, and minimalistic. It looked like a magazine photo shoot, which only irritated you more.

"Nice place," you muttered sarcastically, dropping your bag on the coffee table.

Sae ignored your tone, sitting on the couch and grabbing a pen. "Let's just start."

You sat across from him, pulling out your notes. "Alright, let's review your grammar mistakes from the test. Here's what you got wrong—"

"Do we really have to go over every single one?" he interrupted, leaning back.

"Yes, because you clearly don't understand the basics," you shot back, already losing patience. "You can't just skim through this stuff and expect to pass."

"And you can't just lecture me like I'm some clueless idiot," he replied, his voice calm but sharp.

"Well, if the shoe fits," you said, unable to stop yourself.

He sat up straighter, his eyes narrowing. "You know, you're really annoying."

"Funny, because you're really disappointing," you snapped. "Do you even care about anything other than football? Do you even realize how much everyone else has to pick up the slack because you can't be bothered to show up or help?"

Sae's jaw clenched, and for the first time, you saw something like anger flash in his usually calm eyes. "I didn't ask for anyone to pick up my slack. I didn't ask for your help, either. If you hate this so much, then why are you even here?"

"Because I was forced to help you!" you yelled, standing up and glaring down at him.

He stood up too, towering over you slightly. "You think I wanted this? You think I need you to save me? If I wanted to, I could pass this class on my own."

"Oh, please," you scoffed. "If you could pass on your own, we wouldn't even be here right now. Just admit it—you're all talk, no action."

Sae's expression hardened, his voice dropping to a quiet, almost dangerous tone. "And you're so obsessed with being in control that you can't handle it when things don't go your way."

His words hit like a slap, and you opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, he continued, his voice softening in a way that threw you off completely.

"You're exhausting," he muttered, his gaze flicking to yours briefly before dropping. "But... I guess I don't hate it when you're around."

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. "What did you just say?"

Sae's eyes widened slightly, and for the first time, he looked genuinely flustered. "Nothing. Forget it," he said quickly, turning away and sitting back down. "Let's just finish this."

Your mind raced, and you sat down slowly, unsure of what to make of what just happened. The tension in the room was suffocating, but neither of you dared to say anything about it.

The session had spiraled into chaos—or at least, that's what it felt like. Sae had been working through his workbook, and you had been mindlessly scrolling on your phone. That's when you stumbled upon the clip of his last game, where he'd scored the winning goal. Of course, the caption sang his praises: "Sae Itoshi: MVP, the genius striker!"

You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you double-tapped the post.

"What's so funny now?" Sae's voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet like a knife.

You looked up at him, irritated by his tone. "Nothing. Just people hyping you up again like you're some kind of god or something."

His expression darkened. "Let me see."

"Why do you even care?" you shot back, standing up and walking over to him. "Here. It's just this post. Chill out." You leaned over, holding the phone toward him.

But he didn't look at the screen. Instead, his sharp eyes locked onto yours. "You're always like this," he said, his voice low but laced with irritation. "Always in my face, always acting like you know everything."

"Maybe if you weren't so hopeless, I wouldn't have to!" you snapped, standing up straighter.

"And maybe if you weren't so annoying, I wouldn't ignore you half the time," he fired back, standing up as well, towering over you now.

The tension in the room was unbearable, the air thick with unspoken words. You didn't back down, stepping closer. "You think ignoring everything makes you better than everyone else, don't you?"

"Maybe it does," he said, his tone sharp. "Better than someone who can't stop running her mouth."

You glared at him, your heart racing as your faces were now just inches apart. "God, you're so—"

Before you could finish, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward, his other hand gripping your jaw as his lips crashed into yours. It was messy, desperate, and caught you completely off guard.

For a moment, your mind blanked. All the anger, the frustration, the years of clashing with him—they all melted away as his lips moved against yours, firm and unyielding. His hand slid from your wrist to your waist, pulling you closer.

You froze for a second, shocked, but then something inside you snapped. Without thinking, you kissed him back, your hands clutching the front of his shirt as you pushed against him with just as much intensity.

The chair behind him scraped the floor as he backed up, pulling you with him. His hands tightened on your waist, guiding you closer, until your body was flush against his. The kiss deepened, his lips parting slightly as his tongue brushed against yours, stealing the air from your lungs.

Your hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping tightly as if you needed something to ground yourself. The kiss was heated, every ounce of pent-up frustration pouring into it. You didn't care about the argument anymore, didn't care about why you hated him or why this was happening, you just didn't want it to stop.

He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing uneven. His eyes were half lidded, the usual coldness in them replaced by something much more intense.

"You're infuriating," he muttered, his voice rough and breathless.

"Right back at you," you shot back, your voice just as unsteady. But instead of pulling away, you leaned in again, pressing your lips to his once more.

This time, it was slower but just as fiery, his hands exploring your sides as yours tangled in his hair. The heat between you was overwhelming, and you couldn't bring yourself to care about how far things had escalated.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, your lips swollen from the intensity. The room was silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing.

"...So," you said after a long pause, trying to catch your breath, "was that supposed to shut me up?"

His lips curved into a small smirk. "It worked, didn't it?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't fight the small smile tugging at your lips.

The air was thick with tension, the heat between you and Sae undeniable after the kiss you'd shared. But it wasn't over. Neither of you could quite look away, as if the intensity between you was drawing you in further.

You took a step back, still a little rattled, but your body didn't quite follow the command of your mind. The silence hung in the air until Sae broke it, his voice a low growl.

"Fuck this studying," he muttered suddenly, pushing the workbook aside.

"What?!" you sputtered, staring at him, incredulous. "We were supposed to—"

Before you could finish your sentence, he yanked you toward him. "Shut up," he commanded, his grip firm as he pulled you down onto his lap. You gasped in surprise, your heart pounding as his hand pressed firmly against your back to keep you in place.

Your breath caught in your throat as you found yourself perched on his lap, your face dangerously close to his. The heat between your bodies was undeniable, your pulse hammering in your ears.

"Sae! What the hell?" you snapped, trying to push him away, but his hands quickly cupped your face, holding you still.

"I'm done pretending," he muttered, before his lips descended on your neck, kissing you with unexpected urgency. Your body froze as you felt the warmth of his mouth against your skin.

"Stop, Sae!" you gasped, but his lips didn't stop moving, trailing down your neck, and you felt yourself give in to the sensation, your heartbeat accelerating. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and all at once, you felt like you were drowning in the tension.

Then, before you even realized what he was doing, he pressed a quick peck to your lips—teasing, fleeting, as if to remind you of how easily he could break your resolve.

"Now we're talking," Sae whispered, his voice low and gravelly as he looked at you, his eyes darkened with something more intense than annoyance.

You were still trying to catch your breath, heart racing, as his smirk only grew. "What the hell is wrong with you?" you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, his fingers gently caressing your jaw. "I could ask you the same thing." His smirk softened, and before you could react, his lips were on yours again, this time without hesitation.

You kissed him back, the intensity of it surprising you both. His hand slipped down your back, pulling you flush against him, and you could feel every muscle in his body tighten. The kiss grew deeper, his lips exploring yours as if trying to stake a claim.

You felt something hard and firm shift beneath you as you sat on Sae's lap. Your face flushed crimson, knowing exactly what it was, his considerable length stirring against you through his pants. Sae's smirk deepened, his hands firmly planted on your waist, pulling you slightly closer.

As Sae pulled you closer, your hips instinctively began to move, rubbing your wet panties against his now throbbing length. You moaned softly into his mouth as he captured your lips again, his smirk turning into a deep, hungry kiss.

Sae's right hand left your waist to reach between your thighs, his fingers deftly flipping up your short skirt to expose your soaked panties. He rubbed your sensitive clit in slow, deliberate circles as you continued to grind your core against his hardness, your moans and whimpers music to his ears.

Without warning, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto the nearby table. His hands moved to his belt buckle, undoing it with a clink. He slowly pulled down his pants, revealing boxers that strained against his impressive size.

With one smooth motion, he removed his boxers, revealing his massive, throbbing member glistening with precum. He stepped closer, lining himself up with your still-covered pussy. Teasingly, he rubbed the head of his cock along your wet panties, causing you to whimper. "S-Sae...please.."

What do you want me to do?' Sae asked teasingly, his voice low and husky as he continued rubbing his hard cock against your soaked panties. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear, 'Say it, y/n. Tell me exactly what you need.

"I need you inside me, Sae..." you whimpered desperately, your body aching with desire. Sae flashed you a devilish grin, 'Good girl,' he praised, his voice dripping with desire. In one swift motion, he tore your panties off, exposing your soaked pussy

He then rubbed his cock on your clit, moving down slowly till he reaches your hole. "Fuck"Sae groaned as he slowly pushed forward, the head of his thick cock easing past your tight entrance. Your pussy clenched around him, hot and slick. He paused, letting you adjust to his size before slowly sinking deeper with each inch, stretching you deliciously.

He began with a slow, steady pace, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein as he stretched you open. 'Fuck, you're so tight,' he grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

As Sae quickened his pace, his thick member pounding into you, he reached down to tease your sensitive bundle of nerves. He circled his fingers around your swollen bud, rubbing in slow circles as he thrust into you deeper and faster. "Sae... Sae..." you whined, chanting his name like a prayer.

"...Sae! Sae! Oh god, Sae!' you whined, your voice rising to a desperate chant as he fucked you senseless. Your hands scrabbled at the table, your back arching as he hit that sweet spot inside you over and over.

Your pussy began fluttering around Sae's cock again, signaling another impending orgasm. 'Close already?' Sae murmured teasingly in your ear. Without waiting for a reply, he whispered urgently, 'Cum for me, baby. Soak my cock with your juices.'

As soon as those words left his lips, your body betrayed you, convulsing with another powerful orgasm. 'Fuck!' you cried out, your nails digging into his arms. With one final deep thrust, Sae let out a guttural moan, 'I'm fucking cumming..."

Both of you collapsed against each other, chests heaving as you shared labored breaths. A slow, satisfied smirk spread across Sae's face as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

Sae slowly pulled out, watching your release trickle down your thighs. He looked around at the scene - books you meticulously prepared for his lessons thrown everywhere, pages wrinkled and wet with your arousal.

Sae teased, picking up a book and flipping through the soggy pages. 'So, are we still studying?' You rolled your eyes and muttered a curse under your breath. 'Fuck you,' you said, but Sae just chuckled and said, 'Stay here, it's late.