#the colors get a little intense here so just in case

[takes1]

heyyy, I just found your page and I’m in love omg<333 would just like to request an ushijima imagine with a tall reader (5’10-11) it’s so rare to see a tall reader tbh hahah, anyways reader is captain of the girls volleyball of their school and is a middle blocker, ushijima just kinda stumbled upon their gym with tendou and cannot take his eyes off here or something 😭

Thank youuuuu

thanks pookie! sorry about the wait. this was a great request! i rlly appreciate asks like these. sorry i wrote this man a little different than what i normally see, but it made sense to me

warnings. none, sfw.

details. ushijima not getting social queues / pining!ushijima / kinda dumb!ushijima / stoic!ushijima / staring / secretly sweet!ushijima / tall!reader / team captain!reader / unrequited? crush / tendou being a great wingman / 1.8k words

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Leading a team full of peers never came naturally. At least, the girls didn't make it an easy task when every order, every call was either questioned or giggled at.

Today's practice in particular was getting to you. Nobody was focused up and there were some plays that only existed because it was a Friday afternoon going into a long weekend off.

You shut down a laughable attempt at a spike. If anything, your jump was too high- the ball caught your chest and slammed into the opposite side of the court. What was that? Six shut-downs in the past ten minutes?

"Let's try hitting the ball, not bumping it!" You shouted, swiping the sweat down and off your face. It was mean, but honest.

"We're trying!" Somebody whined.

You flung your arm dismissively at the other side of the net and rested your hands on your hips. Maybe it was just destined to be a rough day, after all.

A melodic whistle from the entrance turned your attention to a cheery redhead, skipping towards the court. Behind him trailed a slower, silent, but somehow greater presence.

You called for a water break at once- celebration ignored- to greet your eccentric friend.

"Strooong block," Tendou grinned and scanned you for signs of effort- he found it in the wetness across your light-colored shirt, "Good game?"

"Hardly," You fanned yourself by pumping your collar with air.

Ushijima stopped glancing around the gym and finally acknowledged your presence- you pretended to not care about his awful staring problem. He didn't look you in the eye, but in a way, it made you more on-edge. Was there something wrong?

You stopped fanning yourself and faked a smile to hide how concerned you were that they might stay to watch, "We're just- off, today--,"

"Mmmm!" Tendou's attentive hum and consequent staring was far more objective, but creepy nonetheless.

What a couple of weirdos.

"We were just about to call it, actually," You placed your hands on your hips, squinting at the other captain to guess his intentions, "So if you were trying to use the court, you can have it."

Narrowed eyes caught your gaze in an intense, humbling second- you wrapped your arms around yourself and glanced away.

Ushijima had an otherworldly harshness to him. You rarely felt the need to shy away from people, but he knew how to make you squirm.

He said absolutely nothing to you. Tendou accepted your offer and paid it forward by inviting you to stay and run drills, but there was something about Ushijima you couldn't decipher, no matter how much you wanted to practice. It was like he had a problem with you, or the way you ran your team, or he was just pissed off- none of those were possibilities you had the energy to deal with after this evening.

They took the court gladly to do some pair work and clean up; your team left in a cheerful mood, ready to get started on their long weekend right away. The arrangement left only you dissatisfied.

Tendou stalked your exit carefully from afar, tip-tapping anxiously on the ball in his hands. Your long shadow slipped away and they were alone at last.

He kept his voice low, just in case, and cozied up to Ushijima's side, "Soooo..."

Ushijima spared a passing glance over to his curious friend, no more.

"How long?" Tendou's attentive, inquisitive grinning was enough context. No need for direct name-dropping, nor denial.

His stone face began to fill with color.

This was a new feeling for him- it felt like he was dying, but in a good way, and he didn't want it to ever stop. He couldn't seem to catch his breath until you left. That didn't bother him per say- he didn't need air if it meant he could watch you shut down spikes, or roll into a skilled receive, or lead your team.

When he was forced to speak was the only real problem. He could sit and be a spectator forever, but when it came to getting any words out with you, they all fell apart on his tongue. He was always pretty quiet, but he knew this was pushing what he could get away with.

"Don't know. I've always liked her."

Tendou tossed the ball to him. He caught it, deep in thought.

It was clear that you didn't return the feelings. From the beginning, you were always different with him than you were with your team, or even Tendou. He knew he wasn't charming, or charismatic, or friendly. That wasn't an issue until recently.

The way you walked, with a slight swagger, always standing straight-- using your height as a weapon, captured his attention first. He caught himself stealing glances at you from across the gym when your teams switched for precious practice time. He started to notice more. The strong lines in your legs, the sweat-stuck hair on your brow, the little pant on your breath when you said hey just out of civility, the confidence in your voice when you called plays.

Now he battled the feeling of wanting to put himself closer to you. Once that craving started to hit him at night, moments before he drifted off to sleep, he knew something was wrong with him.

Every time he had the opportunity to say something, he lost his voice.

"It's-," He slapped the ball a few times onto the gym floor, then stopped to think before sending it over, "Different now."

Tendou shot him an easy pass, "Y'know, I was starting to think you couldn't get crushes."

He bumped it back, "Me too."

-

Despite how off putting the experience was, by the next practice you were able to brush it all off. You were operating on two completely separate teams, after all. What the guys did, how they practiced, and when was simply not your business.

You slung your bag over your shoulder on the way out of your classroom. Your teacher called after the exiting students about due dates.

"I've been getting questions about the quiz! Remember, you also have a discussion due. They're two different assignments--!"

You only halfway paid attention, too excited about the warmth blowing in through cracked windows from the hall. It would feel so good at practice today - and you had something special planned to raise morale.

You were only a step out the door when you crashed into something firm. The sound of your head smacking into Ushijima's was loud, and unsurprisingly, painful.

"Oh-!"

"Mm-,"

You ran hot with embarrassment and failed to cover it with a laugh. How did you not see him?

"Sorry," You both muttered at the same time.

You rubbed your temple, he rubbed his forehead.

As he did so, he spared you no dignity with what looked like a judgmental up-and-down gaze. It was so piercing that made you grip your shoulder strap tighter. You weren't sure if he meant something by it.

That was just another example of his behavior that felt contradictory.

"We need..." He trailed, briefly checking his hand for any blood. When he looked up, his eye contact so intense that his brows began to furrow. There was some sort of affliction behind his eyes. A narrowed, preoccupied focus that made you uneasy.

You instinctively wiped the back of your hand over your hot face, in case you had anything on it. The side of your head throbbed like terrible.

He opened his mouth a little to say continue, but sighed instead, uneven.

Things were starting to connect in your brain. Little by little, you picked up on more cues from his body language. He was out of breath, a little sweaty, and flushed. He was clearly rushing here. That was the reason you plowed into one another. You realized you were lucky you were around the same size, or else that could've knocked you on your ass.

"The guys need to get into the gym earlier today."

The statement ripped you from your spiralling, almost complete, thoughts. You laughed, "Yeah, right."

Despite you both being Captains of the same sport, there was very little need to talk to each other beyond your shared affinity for Tendou. Your team schedules never clashed- your coaches and advisors made sure of it.

You squinted when he clearly wasn't kidding.

"Do you really 'need' it? Or do you just want the gym earlier?"

He took a breath to answer, but you were quick to ask another agitated question, "Did Coach Washijou approve of this? I haven't seen an updated schedule."

Talking to you was impossible enough, but you were pissed off, and asking so many questions, and the light was hitting your face just right, and you smelled so good. He couldn't shake how pretty you still looked, angry and impatient with him. You stood straight and proud. Your eyeline was close to his own so he could savor every color he could find in your darting eyes.

His slow reaction and lack of social graces was so off-putting that you could only assume it came from a place of narcissism. He must not have cared, or he thought that his own team was more deserving of practice time that he demanded taking yours.

You were seconds away from calling him an entitled prick when you spotted a familiar redhead approaching, just over Ushijima's shoulder.

"(Y/n)!!" He sang and squeezed past his friend to take your hand in his. He tossed it back and forth between his own. It made you smile for a moment; as always, he helped diffuse the tension.

"Hey, Satori-," You wanted to be nicer, but only had about 15 minutes left to figure this issue out, "What is this about needing the gym sooner?"

He looked up at the ceiling, acutely aware that Ushijima was not a fan of this physical contact between the two of you, "Hmm! Ohh, that. I meant to tell you-,"

A calculated gaze to Ushijima, "He said nevermind."

That little liar.

In a flash, just through that familiar, cunning face of his, Ushijima understood that Coach Washijou never actually wanted the gym. Tendou only told him the 'news' because he wanted him to have a reason to speak to you. He really wanted to punch him, just for a moment.

There was something between them you couldn't make out. A conversation there you didn't get. You couldn't, and didn't want to, bother yourself with it.

"Perfect! So, there's no issue then?" You patted Tendou, then Ushijima's broad shoulder and squeezed between them to go change for practice.

"Mm-mmm, No issues here!" Tendou grinned and wiggled his fingers goodbye at you. He looked at his friend.

Ushijima placed an oversized hand on that shoulder and watched you walked away.

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[post-it-notes7]

As much as I love/abhor Mir Arthur, he hasn’t yet done anything outright alarming… he just kind of sneaks around like a weird lizard or a fly on a wall. So, why is everyone so wary of him?

It's faded from memory now, the active period before the Mir GSA went into its quiet isolation. But the stories remain, those whispers of what Mir Arthur has done when he doesn't quite get what he wants.

[peachesofteal]

Light On - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader 🎄 @glitterypirateduck’s December challenge: O Christmas Tree

"What about this one?"

You're standing next to a giant tree, one that's probably double your height. "It's a little big but-"

"I don't know if that will fit in your flat, sweetheart." You huff, hands on your hips, and Emmaline wiggles where she's snuggled against him, tucked up on his chest inside his arms. You've got her in some sort of snow suit, like a baby marshmallow, capped with a red knit hat that ties under chin to keep the ear flaps down, and even though she clearly hates it, and looks a little ridiculous, he knows the whole thing is keeping her warm in tonight's frigid weather.

"Okay. What about this one?" The one you're pointing to now is smaller, but sparse, a little prickly looking. He shakes his head. "You don't like any of them!" You protest, and Emma grunts, babbling some sort of nonsense.

"'m just doing what the boss here is telling me to do." She looks up at him, eyes bright with a little bit of snot beneath her nose, and he wipes it away with his thumb. "There you go, baby girl. I gotcha."

"She's not the boss." You step close with a shiver, close enough that he can see the fog of your breath, peek of your neck beneath your scarf, and he reaches out to pad his fingertips across your chilled cheek.

"Cold?" You shrug.

"A little." You dip forward to give Emma a quick kiss on the cheek, and at the same time, he ducks down, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. He's never going to get used to this. Never. Even now, in this moment, he can't believe he's walking a tree lot with you, debating which one to choose. Him. Simon Ghost Riley, picking out a Yule tree with you and the baby. His family.

There's a bang in the street. A car backfiring, probably, but it's enough that it startles someone else on the lot, and they shout, the combination like a shot of adrenaline to his heart, focus and intensity taking over, his movements shifting to autopilot. His hand covers Emma's head, curling forward at the same as he tugs you into his body with a firm arm around your back, essentially immobilizing you, keeping you close in case- "Simon." You say his name softly, gently, fingers holding onto his forearm. The touch grounds him, reminds him to breathe, and he relaxes slightly. "It's alright. We're okay, we're at the Christmas tree place. You're okay. You're with us." With you. With you and Emmaline. At home. He closes his eyes, repeating it in his mind, twice, three times, for good measure, before he trusts enough to uncover the baby's head and let go of you completely. You smile when he does, bright, beautiful, sweet, still working you touch against his arm, not stepping away.

"I'm sorry." He tries to explain, but you shake it off.

"Don't be. It's okay." You loop your arm through his, sticking close to his side. "Want to keep looking?" You ask, nonchalant, and he's overcome with emotion so strong it could bring him to his knees.

"Yeah, but I... I want..." he stumbles over it, words failing, and you wait, patiently, turning into him so you can look up at his face.

"What is it?" Holiday lights glow behind you, twinkling colors mixed with frosted whites, strung together across trees and posts and big red and green signs, 'O Christmas Tree' playing over the speakers that line the perimeter. He's never been one for holidays, never really cared about any of it, all the excitement lost on him, most of the celebrated days spent alone. But now... with you, with the baby, he feels the magic. He thinks he can even see it, in you, in Emmaline, and he's filled to the brim with the wonder, the anticipation for it all, to experience it all for the first time like this, with his angels.

"I want to kiss you." He says the same words he gave you a week ago, outside on the balcony, and you give you him the same smile, warm and welcoming, lips curling upwards with happiness.

"Please." You beam, and he obliges, your lips parting for his, getting lost in the taste of your mouth, decadent honey dripping across his tongue. You make him dizzy, make him stupid, make him so weak for you, and all he wants is more. He wants it all, wants everything you'd give him, and he has to hold himself back, cognizant of Emma in his arms, pulling away regretfully after five seconds that could last five hours, or days. Years. You clear your throat. "Well, okay, uh- should we?" You motion to another row of trees, and he nods with a laugh.

"We should."

Later, after the tree has been decorated, dinner has been made and cleaned up, fire started in the fireplace, Emmaline has had her bath, and you've changed into your pajamas, he sits on your couch with you curled into his side, both you and the baby asleep. It's late, and the lights are out, and he thinks he probably should have woken you to get you both up into bed, but he can't bring himself to shatter the moment, the silence, the fire, and the sounds of your breathing, face barely illuminated by the glow of the lights. He stays right there, listening to the crackle of the logs, staring at the tree, watching the two of you breathe, heart so full he thinks it could explode. This is it, he thinks. This is the magic.

[whinypuppi]

ᶜʷ: ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸᵍⁱʳˡ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ , “ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡ” ⁿᵉᵍˡᵉᶜᵗ , ᵖᵉᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ , ᵖʳᵃⁱˢᵉ , ᶜˡᵃʷⁱⁿᵍ & ᵇⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ , ᶜᵒˡˡᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ , ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐᵖⁱᵉ , ᵇʳᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁱⁿᵏ

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the night satoru gojo decided to adopt a hybrid, you were the lucky girl. he could hardly contain himself when he saw your sweet little face, wide eyes, puffy tail, and laid-back ears. he knew how nervous you were—poor baby. probably so sick and tired of being caged up all day. despite what their website said online, they completely neglected all of the hyrids here. the entire “hybrids are people too” went straight out the window.

despite your malnourished condition, he knew you were the one. $2500? no problem. he sure had it on him and paid in full instantly. during the entire process, you were so shy and scared—shaking like a leaf. either the staff were mistreating you, or you had a bad experience with a past owner. either way, he sympathized with you. he wanted you to know you were safe.

when you came home with him, he already had stuff set up for you. he planned on getting a dog or a cat, and considering you were a dog, he had things set up for you. hybrid food, water, blankets, a soft but sizey bed, and training pads (just in case).

“well, here we are, puppy! your forever home!” he grinned ear to ear, letting you sniff around cautiously so you could get used to your surroundings. his friendly voice did make you somewhat ease up, but you couldn't be sure.

“it's better than that shelter, for sure. are you hungry?” that made your ears perk up—slowly turning to look from him. it was almost amusing how you tiptoed on all fours while taking in the sight of your new home.

“oh? is that it, puppy?” he spoke enthusiastically, but also in that tone you'd speak to a baby. “they didn't even tell me your name, pretty. what is it?” you slowly whispered it, sitting in front of him timidly. he repeatedly it, humming and letting it roll off of his tongue. it had a nice ring to it.

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you'd been with gojo for a couple of weeks by now, having completely gotten attached to him and unable to be separated from him. you'd whine and sniffle if he left you alone. you couldn't even sleep separately anymore.

everyday, your became needier and would crave his attention constantly. he'd even take you out for walks with your pretty little pink color on to burn off some of your energy. it was weird how your body language was beginning to change, but he didn't question it.

that was until the day you went into...heat. actual heat. he facepalmed at not having thought about it beforehand or even doing research before he adopted you.

when you woke up, you panted, your face was hot, and you clenched your thighs. gojo was still sleeping silently next to you—his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath he took.

you clung to him, huffing in a frustrated tone before grinding your lower half against him. it felt good. the mini stimulation nearly made you bite your lip. you hadn't even felt something like this before—having been in the shelter all of your life, and were always forced to take heat suppressents in the form of bitter pills.

you kept up the movements, only thrusting your hips forward gently at an attempt to not wake him. you cried out into his clothed shoulder—burying your face into the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent. he smelt manly from the intense yet inviting cologne he always wore. it smelt extra good this morning for some reason.

your tongue ran over his pulse while lapping at his skin and leaving little bite marks. not enough to hurt or wake him, but noticeable and would probably get him questionable looks if they lingered long enough.

“satoru,” you whined breathily, acting like a bitch in heat (which you were) as you picked up the speed of your thrusts and claws dug into the flesh of his forearm. your panties he bought for you were already drenched and clinging to your pretty pussy, some of your slick dripping down your thigh.

your legs shook, your heart raced, your tongue lulled out, then everything stopped—

satoru groaned softly, eyes fluttering open as he ran a hand through his hair. you eeped, pulling back. the knot that was bound to snap in your stomach dulled, leaving an unfamiliar ache. it made you feel sexually frustrated, but at the same time—so so guilty.

you loved satoru a lot. he was your owner and took special care of his sweet girl, but this? whatever you were doing was wrong in your eyes, and it surely would be in his too. bad dog. he'll take you back to the shelter for being a disgusting mutt.

“mm, baby?” he spoke in his usual tired voice, yet it felt so different this time around. you swore you got chills and your ears fell back. that low and sultry tone shot straight to your core.

“m-morning,” you mumbled, eyes drifting away from his curious ones as you tried not to look guilty. the way you chewed on your bottom lip and your timid ears gave it away, though.

“it sounded like you were hurt. are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked with worry, unlike his usual sweet-as-honey tone.

you nodded vigorously, but it was an obvious lie. he held his arms out, gesturing for you to come closer. “you don't have to lie to me. makes it feel like you don't trust me. hurts my feelings.” he pursed his lip, pulling you close and petting you. he scratched behind your ears and gently pulled your little tail, just trying to get a rise out of you.

when you let out a whine, he stopped, and his eyes widened slightly. he's pulled your tail gently in the past to tease you, but this was the only time you made a noise like that.

he instantly took note of the rising blush on your cheeks and building embarrassment, petting you once more. “um, sweetheart.”

you looked up at him with your pretty eyes he admired even more than his own, yet they were glazed over with...something he hadn't put his finger on until now.

“are you in heat?” he knew it might've been an embarrassing question to ask, but the way you were behaving, and that little noise you made lit a flame in him that shouldn't have. it was the only logical explanation, anyway.

a pause, your body tensing, the way your breath hitched. he got his answer by that alone, but hearing you admit it would've riled him up beyond comprehension. “s-satoru, 'm sorry! please—don't take me back to the shelter!..” you were already pleading—thinking your badly-hidden secret was given away. tears brgan to weld in your eyes, yet he held your cheek lovingly.

he frowned. did you really think he'd hate you that easily? you were his sweet puppy. he would never! “sweetheart, look at me.” he tilted your chin up, wiping the tears from your pretty eyelashes.

“'m not mad. i wanna help you, pretty girl. would you like that?” the idea made your thighs clench, and you nodded shyly.

he wasted no time lifting your shift over your head and instantly being met by the sight of your perky breasts. what he always forgot to do was buy you bras, but he never had an issue with staring. he respected you, at least, but now he could stare all he wanted. your body was perfect and your nipples hardened from the slight brush of his fingers against them, combined with the cold air.

“please—hurry. wan' you s'bad.” your voice was whiny and he chuckled, maybe even thanking you for being able to get to it. your eyes shot down to the boxers he slept in, a bulge straining against them.

“always so needy,” he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before standing up and tugging his boxers down with a content sigh. you wanted him to feel good too, considering it looked painful as it twitched with your eyes on it.

“like what you see?” of course you did. he was already bigger than you height-wise, but hell, he was nearly 8 inches. he was gonna split you open. your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight, and you tried not to gasp.

“i promise i'll be gentle. you can tell me to stop at any time.” he reassured you, ruffling your hair before lifting your hips carefully to slide down your pants and pretty panties. you were fucking dripping. his cock pulsed.

“so wet...” he ran his finger over your slit and watched you squirm. “all f'me? i feel special.” he brought his thumb to his lips and sucked gently, grunting in content as if you were the sweetest little thing he ever had the pleasure of tasting.

“'toru, you're teasin' me—” you huffed softly, your legs attempting to close from his heavy gaze, but he dug his nails into your hips and held your thighs apart.

“ah ah ah.” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “none of that, pretty. i wanna see all of you. especially this pretty cunt.”

he leaned forward, his breath fanning over it and making you even wetter. he inhaled deeply, but you attempted to push his head away out of shame. he surely didn't have any.

he knew you were getting impatient, and he was too, so he spared you both any more excruciating waiting and brought his tip to your clit. the gentle rub he did against it made you jolt, your tail starting to wag. cute.

“it'll sting. bare with me, ok?” he warned you, pressing another kiss to your cheek, then neck. he was careful with you, but he knew you wanted it rough.

when you nodded in acknowledgement, he slowly began to slide the tip in, and he swore he couldn't breathe. how could you feel so heavenly he could hardly put his tip in without wanting to thrust impatiently?

you sharply gasped, whimpering as more tears pricked at your vision. “sh, sh. i know, i know—fuck. you feel real good, puppy.” he praised you, rubbing your ears as his pelvis connected with yours. in one dangerously rough thrust, he was fully inside of you, and you whined pathetically, big globs of tears already streaming down your puffy cheeks. he just couldn't help it—you were so tempting. so wet and warm...he wanted to be in you forever.

he groaned loudly, muttering out curses as you dug your claws into the back of his neck. your legs were already locked around his waist which helped you with stability, but it hurt an insane amount. he was aware of this and already started to feel guilty, but it faded almost instantly when he felt you clench. you breathed out a shudder, letting your head fall limp agaisnt his shoulder when his thrusts continued.

“god—haven't ever felt a cunt like yours before, puppy,” he spoke in almost a whiny tone, which made you try to suck him in deeper. that spot he hit inside of you against your velvety walls with each buck of his hips made you wail, yet you didn't want it to stop.

“yeah...yeaaaah. just like that. my sweet girl's so tight all for me.” he would've cried from how heavenly your little cunt was if it weren't for the broken moan and pathetic laugh he used to cover up how he was falling apart with each thrust.

he was already so sloppy. he couldn't help it. you'd forgive him, right? you were his sweet puppy—without a doubt, you would. you wanted to be bred, anyway. it was an instinct. having him breed you and fill you full of his cum—maybe even have his babies made you squeal.

“shit shit shit— 'm so sorry, sweet girl. gonna cum in you so early. you aren't mad, r-ight?” the way his voice cracked on the last word added to your wetness. he knew all you could do was let out little noises, so it was mostly a rhetorical question.

the absolute squelching and skin slapping was beyond unholy, but sounded so good to his ears. he was on cloud nine—eyes rolling back as his thrusts became rapid and his cock slammed against your cervix aggressively. he was moaning with each thrust, and you couldn't stop crying. there was no possible way you could stop. the pain mixed with pleasure was so unbearably good.

“FUCK! baby, gonna let me breed you? fill you to the brim and make you have my kids? does it get you off, sweet girl?” his voice sounded so broken, yet sultry. with one last, sloppy thrust, he completely filled you up and made you brokenly sob. your pussy spasmed and your thighs quivered, cumming as well all over his cock.

“my sweet baby.” he kissed you so gently you barely felt it due to the overstimulation and how out of it you were.

he praised you constantly as he cleaned you up and let you rest in bed. every couple hours he was coming in to bring you water or tend to your needs. sometimes he'd even lay with you to help with your separation anxiety. you loved him so much.

his poor, sweet puppy.

[astrologylunadream]

What They Think of You 💬🍑🍨 ໒꒱˖˚. (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hii it's Lunadream~ We're going to see what that person really thinks of you! Time to spill the tea on them my loves🤭 Thank you for 1.7k! hope you find your message!💌

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Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~☕️🍑♡₊‧⁺˖

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Pile 1✨️

Sign energy: Bend, Unseen, Ego, Under, Focus, Scorpio, 5th house, Water, Chiron, 8th house,🟩✉️♑️🥗

🍨Your person's energy: Okay your person's energy is very intense and attention grabbing😳 Passionate nature to them, they get fixated on things easily I'm hearing. Prominent energy is Scorpio, Leo, Capricorn. May have 5th/8th house placements, also water sign energy is present here. For some I'm also getting scorpio/pluto in 5th vibes, they have such an attractive and magnetic beauty😩🖤 This person is romantic too, their passion and focus in their romantic relationships can almost be intoxicating because they are so intense😭 They seem untouchable or a little intimidating to others, but they are not overly cocky. They have their ego in check for sure, like they have a healthy sense of self worth without overdoing it👑 For some in this pile, your person may have obsessed hidden admirers or people look up to them in some way secretly. Your person is very analytical and they just have such a powerful presence about them!!👏❤️‍🔥🧲 But they do have unseen possessive tendencies about them, like they are the kind to want their person to be THEIRS only. May be a bit controlling and distrustful. They can be very serious and take things to heart. Your person wants to live healthy and successfully, might want to follow a strict diet for some.🥗🍵 They are self disciplined and work hard on themselves I'm hearing, may tend to hide their pain or wounds whether it's physically or emotionally.💔 This person may be sort of a rolemodel to you, or they inspire you somehow. That's really sweet🥺 Green is a significant color here, you may really wish to get in touch with this person or want to confess your feelings💗

💬What they think of you: Dominant, Yellow, Alice in wonderland, Far away, Diary, Venus, 5th house, 3rd house, Saturn, 6th house,🎰💎🤩🤙

Okay my pile 1's you could be at a distance from this person mentally or phsyically, whatever the case they think they can't properly manage you. Like they don't think they can control the situation or take any action with you.😩✋️ It doesn't sit right with your person because they hate feeling powerless like that.🫢 I can definitely see a phsyical attraction from your person, they could overthink their relationship with you.💭🌪 But to them, you are so attractive and full of charm.💋 They think of you as something precious and full of worth, like seriously you are so desirable and I think that stresses your person out😭 They think you're strong and independent, that might make them insecure because they want to be needed depended on. For only some of my pile 1's there could be power struggles within your relationship and how you view eachother. They think you're overly flirty?❤️‍🔥😂 Idk honestly you might not even act like that but it's just your person thinks you're being intentional with everything you do ohhh they are so jealous pile 1🙈🔥✨️ They worry if you're bad news, it feels like they are playing with fire. But they think you're really cool!! They're impressed by you honestly, and you pique their curiosity and interest. It seems the main thing here is that they're very unsure about your intentions, they think you're risky.😳 For whatever reason your person is hesitant to take action, like you're a dangerous person they don't think they can tame. They are nervous and in their head about the situation with you.🧠💭 Definitely wondering about you, there is possibility of romantic attraction from their side here👏 Something about you seems rare and untouchable, they are questioning you as well as themselves🫢❤️‍🔥

💌Messages from your person: Believe in yourself, I need someone, It's hard to resist, You seem so happy, Not everything is meant to be, I understand you, I wish I could give you a sign, I don't like where this is going.💸🥂😌🪞 (The mirror emoji came out wow that the image of this pile!)

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Pile 2🩶

Sign energy: Breath, Audience, Neptune, Practice, Youth, 1st house, 6th house, Taurus, Fire, Libra,🥺🏰🦀💃

🍨Your person's energy: This is someone you are fantasizing about pile 2 I see you~👀💕 Lol this person has a really nice voice, they could be younger for some mostly they are just very youthful.☀️ Signs that came out are Pisces, Aries, Virgo, Taurus, Libra and fire energy, they could be Libra/Venus rising or have Neptune in 6th house, Taurus over the 6th for some. There is some Cancer symbolism aswell, Your person is quite pretty!🤗💖 You could be like this emoji whenever you see them🥺 Very beautiful physically, for some of you this person has many admirers, it seems like especially feminines favor this person.♀️ There is some fire energy present here, this person could enjoy music or dance. Mexico could be significant to your person for some of you💫🇲🇽 I'm hearing the tango lol. Whoever this is has a feminine energy to them (no matter their gender) And feminines feel very drawn to them, they are a very likable person I'm hearing.🥰 This is definitely someone you are romantically interested in because of the venus energy present in this reading so far, this person is very lovely my pile 2's!💖 I feel like this person has sort of princess/prince vibes to them, also getting "pretty privilege" lol people may take a liking to them almost like love at first sight, also they're persuasive like they could ask for something in a sweet voice and anyone would be sold on them😭🩷 Very cute, your person is so charming!

💬What they think of you: Poker face, Compliment, Fancy, Unicorn, Neptune, 4th house, Virgo, 12th house, Sun, Water,🦢🔫🙆‍♀️🎤

Alright so this person definitely thinks of you haha. They think you're classy and even graceful, that is likely something they would want to compliment you on. You're caring and respectful, it feels very unclear what they really think of you or at least you feel that way🥲 They more so unconsciously think of you, even worry. They can't exactly figure you out, you're something very rare to them with unicorn coming out here. You have a mystical vibe to you, graceful and alluring💕✨️ Your person may have dreams of you. You are very mysterious to them, they think you're confusing and they wanna know more about you especially your family or background.🏠 This person's thoughts of you may be hidden from you, they could seem disinterested or send mixed signals instead of what they actually think of you.💭🫥 They haven't met anyone like you I'm hearing, pile 2 is quite individual! They think you're a catch, also very caring about you they might worry if you have eaten or got enough sleep little things like that🥺💗 Really sweet, they think you're neat and well dressed I'm hearing. I am getting swan lake vibes for this pile, like this person thinks of you as odette lol. They think of you like a swan, very pretty and full of grace🦢 For some of you this person fantasizes of you without realizing it, like they could be unaware that they dream of you omg🤭 You take up this person's unconscious mind I'm hearing, so that's what they think of you!

💌Messages from your person: You can't let others hurt you, Give me a sign, You owe it to me, You bring me peace, My wounds won't heal, No, You're so lucky, It's killing me.🍹🍵🌧🐇 (I think this person feels like you're so blessed, they are down about something, they feel behind like you're way ahead of them in some way😢💓)

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🎀

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Pile 3🏹

Sign energy: Walk, Girlie, Street, Feel, Blossom, Venus, 4th house, 12th house, Capricorn, 5th house,😵‍💫🏠🚨💭

🍨Your person's energy: Okay this is someone very sweet and for some this person could have a sensitive side, they are very pretty🥰💗 This could be someone you met during spring, at work, somewhere beautiful even on the street for some.🌸 They have a feminine energy about them (regardless of gender!), their energy is just so pretty and kind. You may feel emotionally attracted to this person, I meant attached but my keyboard kept correcting me so I'll take it as a sign for you guys lol you might be attracted to this person's emotional side.😂💘 You feel a connection with them, you may feel like you really know them even if you don't know them that well. Oh right and signs for them may be Libra, Cancer, Pisces, Capricorn or Leo, Venus in 4th or 12th for some, Venus is 5th even, Capricorn/Cancer/Pisces venus, there is a lot of signs here they have noticable venusian energy and possibly 4th/5th/12th house placements!😇 Your person is so cute! They walk very beautiful and for some of my pile 3's they feel feminine or just very goodlooking/beautiful. This person might get confused a lot, their little mind is so imaginative😭🩷 They are very comforting, you may feel like you want to protect them and keep them safe. They have a siren energy, very alluring and illusive. Very connected to their home I'm hearing, pile 3 your person is such a dream! They are very intuitive and maybe even psychic, for some they could even be a hopeless romantic.💐

💬What they think of you: Distance, Secret admirer, August, Academy, 3rd house, 4th house, 9th house, Sagittarius, Uranus, Sun,🙈☔️🪄🆙️

Very interesting! This is so cute, I think my pile 3's person secretly admires them🤭🩷 They think you're really smart and they look up to you, you're a bit of an inspiration to them. You are like a ray of sunshine my pile 3's, you brighten their day☀️☺️ This person sees you as adventurous and wise, also super fun. They admire your free spirit, your knowledge and the way you think and communicate! You bring them more excitement, I can see them covering their face and smiling omg it is possible for some of you this person has a little crush on you! (or a big one😳) Secret admirer came out so it feels like they are interested in you or maybe they think you're interesting in them, they are mesmerized by the way you radiate confidence and kindness effortlessly, they care about you. You feel familiar to them, they feel comfortable in your presence I'm getting.💞🫂 August could be significant here, I'm doing this reading in august haha. You come off well cultured and extremely intelligent to this person, they may see you as someone they want to be cared by🥺 Or reverse they might want to take care of you, take what resonates! They think you communicate in a unique way, it sounds like they think you're genius lol.🧠💡 They admire your speaking abilities and think you're quite interesting, this person is very curious about you my pile 3's!🎉 They want to learn from you, they just wanna be around you, they like your energy.💬💞 You could be at a distance with them, for some you may talk online with this person. Some of you study with this person or possibly college for some. They think of you like a best friend, maybe even like a sibling but only for some. They think you are above their level in some way, they admire you so much omg.🫶🥺

💌Messages from your person: You make me nervous, Too bad, Be my lover, I'll only hold you back, I've seen you in my dreams, I want to share my interests with you, Can't we just see eachother? You make me sad.🧎‍♂️‍➡️🐭🧽🪜 (omg I'm crying there is some sort of distance here, they feel emotional over you pile 3😭 they are on their knees for you, mice/rats may be significant)

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Pile 4💒

Sign energy: November, Run, Restraint, Winter, Closure, Fire, Moon, 3rd house, 5th house, 8th house,🆘️🌆📌💭

🍨Your person's energy: Wow this energy is intense, so much red imagery🫢 I was already picking up on scorpio energy and then boom 8th house at the end. This person could be born in november or winter for some, strong fire energy in this pile. They could be fire moon, Moon in 3rd house, Moon in 8th house, Scorpio moon, Fire in 8th house, Gemini, Leo, Scorpio sun or moon. This person has a sharp mind, their words are like knives I'm hearing🗣🔪🔪🔪 Some of you might be looking for closure with this person, this could have been someone you ended a relationship with or there is some tension or passion coming from them.😳🌋 This person is very attractive and seductive, they have intense emotions. They might have to hold themselves back from saying things that they shouldn't or from scaring anyone.🙊 You know looking at the image of this pile it has an eerie vibe, I think that fits your person too. Their mind might be a little destructive, for some this person has intrusive dark thoughts.💭 They are a deep and passionate lover, their energy is dangerous because because you feel drawn to it like a black hole.🕳😰 Yes this person very hot, but also make sure they aren't toxic or manipulative. Cities may be significant, also sunsets. You could feel pinned down by this person's energy, omg.😳 They are mentally attractive. There is a tension here with them, could be romantic tension or just simply conflict for others. This could definitely be an ex for some in this pile, or someone that feels forbidden. You may feel like you can't leave them, if this person is showing unhealthy behavior please use your own judgement just had to say because I love you pile 4😭❤️ Overall this person has a very strong energy, it's a little suffocating lol you may feel drawn to them like fire. Also some of you may be secretly obsessed with this person.

💬What they think of you: Violate, Special, Right, Endurance, Meeting, Eros, Scorpio, Capricorn, Water, 10th house,🟥👄🎁🛩

Okay there is a lot of passionate energy here um, this person thinks you're very strong and independent. They think you're special, they could be planning on meeting you in the future. This person thinks you're mature and responsible while also being hot as hell😭🔥 Well pile 4 I think this person wants to do bad things with you. I'm trying to keep it light for this reading of course, but this energy is very 🔞🥵 There is a ton of attraction from their side, for some of you this person is obsessed with you. They view you as an object of their desires, also they want to give themselves to you.😳 They are heavily attracted to my pile 4's, I'm picturing them staring at pile 4's lips rather then their eyes like what they think of you in a very sensual way. I'm hearing they want to "earn" you, they might bribe you with gifts or other things to seduce you.💋🎁 I feel like this person hopes they can make you fall for them. They might want to be intimate with you, they are very naughty about you honestly. They think of you a lot, also they might think of the future with you often. They might fantasizing being a little impulsive with you. I'm getting them planning and scheming how to get you to be theirs lol. They think you are just as intimidating as them and they love it, you're a baddie in their eyes.❤️‍🔥😈 They think you're hard to get, also one of a kind. I'm hearing "limited edition" that is what they think of you as. They think you're hard to please too I won't say why though🫣🚫 Honestly this person is exploding with passion over you, like they just phsyically react to just the thought of you. You make this person's thoughts so unholy, I'm not surprised because their initial energy was very intense and passionate. Please be careful with this person though, make sure they are only out for your best interest of course. Also I think they should keep their wild thoughts controlled so don't give them everything all at once.💋

💌Messages from your person: I can't tell, Don't get it twisted, I like it when you say my name, Would you let me? You're so positive, You're so serious, You're so funny, I want to give you everything.📿🥂🤐🪜 (I think they really like your personality, what got them so hell bent over my pile 4 they are hooked😩)

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[r3leee]

you asked, you shall receive !

HEY QUEENS!! i am SO sorry for getting this out so late, your girl was going through it 😭😭 (two concerts, two tests, socratic seminar prep, and finding out i’m bi all in one week). anyway, thanks for waiting, here you go <333

pairing: dom!billie eilish x sub!fem!reader

summary: your girlfriend, billie’s, been doing promo work all day for her business trip. naturally, when she gets back, she wants a piece of you, and though you can offer that to her, you have to be quiet… (continuation of this drabble)

warnings: RPF!! don’t like, don’t read, established relationship, no direct smut but like a little if you squint (i’m not sure if i’m ready to sail that ship yet), hickeys, pet names (sweet girl n baby), exhibitionism kink if you squint, implied-girly/femme!reader

word count: 716, should take about five and a half minutes to read (IT'S SHORT IKKKK I'M SORRY)

listen to: needy by ariana grande

IF YOU COULD use one word to describe your girlfriend, one of the last things in your mind would be clingy. handsy? yes. possessive? yes. dominant? oh, ya. but clingy? no, not really.

she only ever got like that when she was away from you for a while or really, really horny; today’s case was the latter.

you two were currently in paris for a bit of promo. you both were very happy you were able to be on this trip, since you were usually subjected to staying at home.

the past few days were relatively normal: getting settled in and a photoshoot. but today was more intense.

today, billie had multiple photoshoots and an interview. she had to wake up early for them, so by the time you were up, she was gone. instead of heading straight for the studio, you decided to treat yourself a bit.

that morning, you ate at a small café and went shopping at the local stores. you got lots of things: jewelry, makeup, accessories, and of course, clothes.

while in a certain store, you found this gorgeous dress. it was sleeveless and shiny in your favorite color, fit with a bow in the back.

you immediately bought it and changed into it before going to visit your girlfriend.

she was on her break when you walked in, hands riddled with bags galore. when she heard the door open, she looked up, a stern expression on her face, but it immediately softened when she saw you. “hi, sweet girl,” she immediately beamed.

you walked over to her, placing a light kiss to her cheek before she cupped your face and kissed you in the lips. “hi,” you replied softly. she smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before you sat on the velvety couch.

“where were you?” you quickly set your bags down, going on about the morning you had. but, she couldn’t help her eyes constantly drifting down to your dress. the way it fit on you, slightly raising up on your thighs was enamoring and she couldn't tear her gaze away.

later, billie was doing a photoshoot as you sat behind the camera and watched. she was stunning with her ocean-blue eyes and long black hair. you weren't aware of it, because, at some point, you had some emails to reply to, but when she wasn't being photographed, she was staring at you. so much so that at some point, the director had to tell her to focus.

that's how you ended up here: in your girlfriend's lap, a hand over your mouth.

“shh…gotta stay quiet, baby, right?” she nodded towards the bathroom.

for this specific trip, like most, you booked a connected room for you two and finneas. but, upon arrival, the staff had informed you there was some kind of plumbing issue in finneas' bathroom, and that the shower there was shut off.

of course, it was unrealistic to make him not shower the whole trip, so right now, he was borrowing yours. you were just wondering why he had to be borrowing it right now

you nodded as she whispered, “good."

at this point, she'd been on you for what, 10 minutes now? you weren't sure how she still had room to keep sucking and marking at your neck, almost similar to a mosquito drawing blood. red and purple hickeys cascaded all over your neck to the point it was almost painful, but you didn't ever tell her to stop. not once. she was too precious for you to tell her no.

every time you heard a noise coming from the bathroom, you turned your head, worried you'd get caught. but, never more than two seconds later, a hand on your jaw would turn you back. "it's fine, baby," billie would whisper. "we're gonna be careful, not get caught," she'd reassure you before attacking your neck again. all you could do was whine.

that was until you heard the door creak open. "fuck." immediately, billie threw a stray blanket over you as she went on her phone. you just stared up at the ceiling.

finneas walked back to his room without a second glance. and as soon as the door shut, your girlfriend took the blanket off you. "come here. we're good now."

[dunmeshistash]

Fav detail about elves I didn't fully register until I saw that one summer colour page - elves look rosy when they're light-skinned, but get slightly greyer as their skin darkens.

It looks like a creative decision that was made a little later, though, around the time of introducing the black-skinned elves, which makes sense - in order for them to be pure black, something other than melanin had to be happening there.

Idk if that's really an active choice or just bad coloring on Kui's part ngl.... unfortunately making darker skin ashy is a common mistake by artists, especially if they tend to draw light skinned characters more often, they might pick a light skin tone and just make it darker which turns them ashy. Dark skin is often neglected when people study painting skin color (you know how it is with racism and colorism being ingrained in society and the reflections of it showing up where you wouldn't expect)

Kui also wildly changes the colors she uses so it's hard to take any of it meaningfully in small details, If you look at art of Thistle or Kabru you can see their skin colors change both hue and darkness between art. Even his hair keeps changing how intense the yellow is and sometimes is fully white.

In this case there's also the scan differences but you can see how much Cithis skin changes art to art too

It really doesn't have much consistency in undertones, I imagine some of it might be traditional art (copic markers or watercolor?) but even between her digital art the undertones keep changing, sometimes she's greyish sometimes yellowish sometimes more redish and in the swimsuit one she even looks kinda purple to me

Kui is a great artist but based on how she has also painted Kabru and the twins greyish (the worst one under this paragraph) I can't say the greyish tone of the darker elves is any sort of intentional choice but rather mistakes.

She does it to some extent to her lighter skinned characters too, but I think it's especially obvious in the darker skinned ones (here's Senshi getting slightly paler/grayer between different art)

At least now we have the anime with more set on stone colors/darkness, and I'm overall happy that the dark skinned characters got officially darker overall (although some of the skin tones still look a little off to me)

Anyway, other than the obsidian skin elves I don't think there's any indication the greyish tone was intentional.

Sorry for the long winded response, it's just something I wanted to acknowledge since sometimes I see people discussing skin colors in my notes

[kp-alice]

Red Light, No Entry | Hyung line

Summary: sub!Ateez scenarios about you/them stopping a scene

Word count: 7 394

Warnings: written at the beginning of each member's scenario, other than that just general awkwardness and misunderstandings

A/N: This post is the sixth and last part of my Kinktober 2024 series! You can find the masterlist for it here.

A/N 2: Since the fic got quite long, this is only the first half - you can expect the maknae line version soon!

Hongjoong (cnc, hongjoong pretends to be in distress, pegging, a few tears)

The moment Hongjoong asked you to try consensual non-consent, you were both wary and excited. On one hand, you'd already dabbled in quite a few rougher sessions, all of which you'd come to enjoy a lot. Not to mention how he always made sure to reassure you the whole way through, proving it really was just a form of stress relief for him and he wasn't actually uncomfortable.

But now, most of that reassurance would be taken away. Hongjoong wanted to feel small and helpless, to not have any other choice but to take what you'd give him. He found it freeing, knowing he could abandon his leader persona for a moment and just trust you to make all the choices for him. And with the added pretense of not being on board, he could thrive in the almost dangerous dominance emanating from you, in the feeling of being so desired you couldn't help but pounce on him. And hey, worst-case scenario, he could always use his safeword, right? Not to mention the extensive preparations you both made for this scene, discussing any potential boundaries and turn-offs.

And yet, now that you were finally here, you couldn't help but feel massively underprepared anyway.

Hongjoong was on all fours, tightly gripping the pillow his face was buried in while you pounded him from behind. Despite said pillow, you could still hear his muffled protests, whines, and whimpers, growing more desperate by the minute.

You made sure to hold him firmly by the hips, playing your part in the play-pretend scenario of using him solely for your pleasure. Whenever he made another haphazard attempt to get away from you, you were right there to pull him back on your strap, pushing him into the mattress to make him stay.

At first, everything was fine. Intense, but doable. Every now and then, a sound or a jolt from your boyfriend would startle you a bit, but each time, you'd just try to remember the countless times you'd rehearsed and discussed this to remind yourself it was all fake.

However, as time went on, that certainty steadily chipped away.

The pained and desperate noises you were pushing out of Hongjoong started to sound a little too desperate, and the tremble setting into his limbs sure wasn't helping either. You kept trying to tell yourself he would use his safeword if he needed to, but what if he forgot? What if he was stubbornly pushing himself to enjoy what he'd suggested, or worse, because he was scared to let you down? What if he was simply too deep in subspace that he didn't know how to get out of it anymore?

"What's your color, babe?" You panted into his ear as you leaned down, getting a whimpered "Green!" in return.

And yet, you still weren't convinced. After all, how could you be when the more he pretended to struggle, the more you started to feel as if you were actually hurting him? Sure, your main focus was on securing Hongjoong's safety and comfort, but have you stopped to consider your own feelings as well?

"Oh god," Hongjoong sniffled out a few seconds after your check-in, voice watery from the way you were jostling him around. "It's too much Y/N, I really can't! Please, no more!"

Perhaps he was just trying to immerse himself back into the scene after your question, but the moment he lifted his head from the pillow to beg, revealing the tear-stained pillowcase, you knew you were done.

"Baby, red," your voice cut clear through the hot air.

"Wh-what?" Hongjoong stumbled out dumbly, looking back at you in confusion. He was met with your sorry frown, one of your hands sliding down to smooth circles across his lower back before carefully pulling out of him. He wanted to whine at the sudden emptiness, but something told him he probably shouldn't make this about himself right now.

Gingerly, you grabbed his waist and flipped him over, making sure he was lying comfortably. "I'm sorry hun, but I don't think I can push through this one. You know I don't mind roughing you up one bit, but when I don't have the usual reassurance you give me throughout sex, it makes me feel like I'm actually hurting you."

Hongjoong pushed himself up on his elbows, eyes growing wide at your words. "But love, I said beforehand that I'd only be pretending, I even told you I was green when you'd asked! You didn't hurt me in any way, I promise."

You sighed, though a small smile still made its way onto your lips. "I know, babe, but even then, your acting started to feel a little too real. I mean, look at you, you literally have tears in your eyes," you said as you wiped his damp cheeks. "And I know you sometimes tear up even during milder scenes, but there I'm always sure you're actually enjoying yourself."

Hongjoong pondered your words, looking to the side with a serious expression.

"I'm still completely fine with throwing you around and punishing you when you get bratty, and hey, maybe we can try again another time in a more relaxed, beginner-friendly way, but for now, I want to be 100% sure you're on board with everything I'm doing."

After a moment, Hongjoong let out a sigh, wordlessly nodding as he shuffled onto his side and beckoned you over with open arms.

You took him up on the offer in a heartbeat, wanting nothing more than to hold your precious boyfriend and ease any remaining guilt you felt. Trying your best to work around the awkward slotting of your harness against him, you let yourself be wrapped up in his embrace.

"It's okay, love, I understand," Hongjoong began, giving you a soft kiss on the top of your head. "I know it won't change your mind right now, but please believe me when I say I really did like this a lot. I always tell you right away when I get even a little uncomfortable, you know that."

You hummed in agreement at his words, tucking your cheek further into his chest as your finger traced the tattoo on his arm.

"That being said, we can absolutely stop for today if you're not feeling it anymore. I thought this might be something fun and new for us to try, but it's also something I can absolutely do without, trust me. As much as you care about my comfort, I care about yours."

"...so you wouldn't be opposed to this turning into some soft, sappy lovemaking instead?" You asked with a shy smile, looking up to meet his loving gaze.

With a giddy laugh, he shook his head before getting up to straddle your lap. Cupping your cheeks with his warm hands, he swooped down for a big, fat smooch.

"Never."

Seonghwa (doing stuff in public, plugs, seonghwa spirals for a second)

For the longest time now, Seonghwa had been wanting to do something in public. You were unsure at first, considering how private the two of you were about your sex life. He insisted, though, claiming this would be different since no one around you would actually know what was happening. And so, the two of you agreed to try.

A few days later, you were getting ready for an outing with his friends and their partners. Deciding that this was a good opportunity for your little adventure, Seonghwa came up to you with a small, vibrating plug you sometimes used on him. Resisting the urge to take him right then and there with the way he bent over for you so prettily, you helped him put the toy inside. You hadn't even turned it on yet, but your boyfriend was already buzzing with excitement by the time you left your apartment.

But as the two of you arrived at the bar for the night, that excitement turned to something different. A vague unease, of sorts.

You could tell Seonghwa was nervous as he sat down at the far end corner of the booth, quietly eyeing the place as he stuck close to you. Grabbing his thigh, you successfully got his attention again, though not without a small, surprised flinch.

"Are you still okay with doing this, hun?" You asked tentatively, giving him an inquisitive look. Seonghwa gave you a soft smile, resting his slightly clammy hand atop yours. "Of course, whenever you're ready."

Truth be told, Seonghwa wasn't as sure about this as he had claimed to be. In his head, the idea always sounded so hot, being claimed by you in such an intense way with people around. Not to mention the thrill of sharing such a dirty secret between you, making him feel giddy at the added layer of intimacy.

But now, as the plug pressed against him from the inside every time he shifted around, the arousal and excitement he was expecting never really came. Instead, as he watched his friends gather around and chat, he started to feel dirty, and not in a good way. Every time his gaze flicked to someone's face, he could feel a strange churn in his stomach, a mix of shame and guilt swirling around inside. Everyone else thought this was just a normal, fun hangout with friends, so why did he have to bring his own twisted desires into it and force it upon them? And what was worse, despite his adamantly disagreeing brain, he still couldn't help but get aroused, cock starting to strain in his slacks and making him feel that much dirtier.

He couldn't do this. The wish to indulge his perversion just wasn't worth disrespecting his friends like this. They all looked so happy and unassuming and to think he'd even do something like this to them- oh god, he was starting to spiral.

You, on the other hand, either didn't notice his awkwardness or pretended not to, too busy talking to San's partner next to you to pay too much attention to him. You didn't turn on the plug right away either, deciding to wait a bit to surprise him instead.

The entire time you were chatting away with the others, Seonghwa watched you in anxious silence, ogling the small remote you were holding under the table. Waiting. He was feverishly contemplating whether to stop you now, to end the scene before it could even properly begin, but with all the stress and anxiety coursing through him, he couldn't help but freeze instead. You looked like you were having so much fun, and he didn't want to interrupt that by complaining about the thing he himself had brought up.

Clenching his fists in his lap, he tried to will his slowly rising hard-on down, but to no avail. As humiliating as his situation was, his body was reacting anyway. Maybe the humiliation even helped in some twisted way, who knows. He wouldn't be surprised, given how much of a gross pervert he was already-

He was brought out of his frantic thoughts when he saw your hand twitch. The movement was almost unnoticeable, but given how closely he was staring at your hand already, dreading this exact situation, it woke him up in record time. While you were laughing along at something Yunho had just said, he watched in slow motion as your thumb inched towards the small "On" button. There was genuine fear in his chest now, feeling as though he could only watch and not intervene, too small to do anything.

Until you hovered directly over the button and Seonghwa's body seemingly moved on its own.

His hand snapped forward to grab your wrist, almost making you drop the remote in surprise. His grip was tight, though you could feel a slight tremor in it as he held onto you.

Turning to look at him, your teasing smile quickly fell as you finally noticed his wide, shaky eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Your words came out hushed so as to not alert anyone beside the two of you, and yet the calming effect it had on Seonghwa was immediate. Despite his hold on your wrist staying firm, his shoulders noticeably relaxed, allowing him to let out a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"I- I," Seonghwa gulped, eyes glazing over slightly as all the suppressed tension suddenly released from his body, "I'm scared."

Your own chest tightened at that, moving your free hand to rest over his as you gave him a worried pout. "Do you want to wait a bit longer or should we just stop altogether?"

There wasn't a moment of hesitation before your boyfriend chose the latter, relieved when you immediately agreed. Putting the remote away, you stood up and quickly excused the two of you, lying about needing fresh air due to a headache. In times like these, you really were a lifesaver.

After shuffling out of the booth together, with Seonghwa holding your bag in front of his crotch as inconspicuously as he could, you headed straight for the bathroom. You waited for him outside while he took care of the toy, letting him borrow your handbag so that he had somewhere to put it.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened again, and outside stepped a considerably red but much calmer-looking Seonghwa. He sheepishly handed you your bag back before digging around his coat pockets, only to fish out a small bottle of hand sanitizer.

"How dumb of me to think they'd have paper towels in there instead of hand dryers. Now my hands are gonna feel gross for the rest of the night," he huffed half upset, half to ease the slightly awkward tension between the two of you.

"Yeah, I'm afraid we can't do much about that, baby," you replied sympathetically. "But besides that, you good?"

His blush deepened at your question, lips pressing together nervously. "Ah, uh, yeah, everything's fine. I guess I just expected this to feel a lot more fun and a lot less disrespectful. I couldn't look anyone in the eyes I felt so bad." He let out a small chuckle at the end, but you could tell he was more disappointed than anything. Whether in himself or the situation altogether, you didn't know.

You hummed in understanding, drawing closer to him as you put your hand on his arm. "It's okay, love, you didn't mean to disrespect anyone. And it's not like they had any idea, anyway. They won't be hurt by this, I promise. The only thing that happened tonight was that we figured out another boundary to be mindful of in the future."

We. Oh, how he loved that you said that. It was a small choice of words, and yet, in this situation, it meant the world to him. This wasn't him fucking up and being a terrible person, you were in this together and it really wasn't that big of a deal. Well, it was a big enough deal to make him never want to do this again, but as for this one-time mess-up, it really wasn't worth beating himself up over it.

"So, you ready to head back?" You took a step forward, offering him your hand.

He smiled sheepishly, lowering his gaze to your outstretched hand before enveloping it in his own.

"Of course, whenever you're ready."

Yunho (pet play, cfnm, collars and leashes)

Considering everything else up until now, it only made sense for the two of you to try this.

No matter who Yunho talked to, sooner or later, his behavior would be compared to that of a dog, or, more accurately, a puppy. He really liked the comparison, especially whenever you made it - including in the bedroom. Not to mention how he tended to refer to himself as Puppy too whenever he happened to fall a little too deep into subspace.

"Mmh, Puppy's gonna- Puppy needs-", "Please keep going, Puppy can take it, Puppy wants to be good for you!"

And so, one evening after an hour of passionate lovemaking where Yunho had once again slipped a bit too deep, the topic of his beloved pet name came up once more. Sooner or later, the conversation turned to pet play, with both of you agreeing to try it out to see if it would suit you. The two of you discussed in great detail both what you were curious about and what you wanted to avoid, snuggling even closer together at the exciting plans for the future.

No specific date was set, both to keep Yunho on his toes and to make everything feel more spontaneous. Nervous yet hopeful, he had no choice but to wait for you to initiate.

By the time Thursday rolled around, Yunho had partially forgotten about your promise, both because he didn't want to pressure either of you and because he was so caught up with work that he was glad his mind got any rest at all these days. And even though the big project he'd been working on was finally finished today and he could rest for a few days, he was still so mentally spent he had no energy to celebrate anymore.

Which is exactly why you picked Thursday as the day, since you knew your boyfriend could really use some time off from all the working and thinking. Not to mention you both had Friday off, meaning you had all the time to take this at your own pace.

Yunho quietly shuffled into your shared apartment, turning around to take off his coat and shoes. Putting everything away, he sluggishly turned back to face the hallway, only to startle as you suddenly appeared before him.

"Hey there," you smiled. "Long day at work, huh?"

Yunho blinked away his shock for a moment but smiled nonetheless, nodding softly. "Yeah, I feel like I'm too tired to even speak at this point."

To his surprise, his response only made you smile wider.

"Good things puppies don't need to speak then, right?"

Oh.

Oh.

You could see the succession of emotions flicker in your lover's eyes - confusion, realization, shock, excitement, nervousness, lust.

"Wait, are we really-"

You shushed him with a finger against his lips, tutting softly. "What did I just say, hm? No speaking, Pup. Not unless it's your safeword or something absolutely necessary. Got it?"

After processing your words for a second, all Yunho could do was nod meekly, meeting your gaze with his unsure one.

Your finger on his lips trailed to his cheek as you gently cupped it, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb. "Good boy. Now come on, let's get these off."

Yunho stayed still for you while you pulled his sweater over his head, fixing his hair with a small giggle as you let the garment fall to the ground. You'd worry about that later.

His pants soon followed, and so did his boxers. You helped him step out of the fabric pooling around his ankles before grabbing one of his legs. He leaned against your shoulders for support as you took off his sock, setting his leg back down before repeating the same process with the other.

Just like that, Yunho was left completely bare before your still fully clothed form. Something about that contrast made him shiver, made him feel so much smaller than you despite your actual size difference.

It only took a small push on his shoulder to get him to kneel on the floor, looking up at you with nothing but trust and devotion.

"Now, Puppy," you began, not missing the chill running down his spine at the pet name, "there's one more thing we gotta do before we can really begin. Do you know what that is?"

Yunho shook his head no, eyeing you curiously.

You walked around him to where your coats and jackets hung by the door. You picked up a jacket, and Yunho could immediately see something hiding in one of its pockets. He knew what it was even before you had the chance to pull it out.

A collar.

A collar and a leash, to be exact.

"Now, I didn't get you a custom one or anything since we're just trying this out," you explained as you crouched down in front of him, "but if we do end up enjoying this, I'd love to get my puppy one that's made just for him. Would you like that, hun?"

It would appear Yunho was especially slow with responses today, too busy slipping into a different type of daze with each of your words and actions. He was scared to nod his head again since you were putting the collar on him right now, so a small whine had to do. Hopefully, you got the message.

The silent tension as you fixed the collar around his neck was broken with a final click! as you attached the leash to the front, completing the look you'd decided on for tonight. Making sure the collar wasn't too tight, you stuck two fingers under it, surprised to feel Yunho's racing pulse as well. He sure knows how to put on a calm facade.

Standing up on your feet again, you ignored the popping of your knees and straightened up with a small huff. You could only hope Yunho's knees would be more durable than yours.

"Look at you, my pretty pup," you cooed, leaning down to ruffle his hair a bit. "You're too cute to stay out here by the door, don't you think? Come, you deserve a snack for being such a good boy."

And with that, you began walking, leash in hand.

...Only to stop after two steps, feeling said leash tugging your hand back.

You staggered a bit but quickly regained balance, turning around with a raised brow. "Come on Puppy, what did I just say? So much for calling you a good boy when you can't even follow your owner."

Despite your disappointed tone, you were more worried than anything. You looked your boyfriend up and down, looking for any signs of discomfort, but found none. Although his eyes looked a bit hesitant, the steadily growing sight between his legs hinted that was more from the unfamiliarity of the situation rather than actual unease.

Before you could prod him any further, Yunho gingerly leaned forward, placing both palms on the hallway floor. Slowly, shyly even, he began crawling after you.

You watched the muscles in his back move as he clumsily approached you, not even bothering to sit again as his head hung low. "There's my good boy. You're doing so well!" You praised him earnestly, hoping to ease any potential embarrassment he might be feeling. This was supposed to be relaxing for him, after all.

Tugging on his leash again, you finally got him to crawl with you into the kitchen, where you pulled out a chair from the dining table.

Yunho, as expected, stayed on the ground. Just like before, he stayed on all fours, solidifying your decision to get him some knee pads if you were ever going to do this again.

Grabbing a small bowl of frosted wheats you'd prepared in advance, you sat down in front of him.

"Sit."

The command was simple enough for Yunho to follow almost immediately, showing his slightly red knees.

Happy with his fast response, you ruffled his head encouragingly. "Good boy! Here you go."

His eyes flicked up at your words, not expecting to see your hand outstretched with a single piece of cereal in it. His arms twitched as he wanted to grab it himself but quickly stopped at the pointed look in your eyes. The blush on his face grew even deeper as he realized what you wanted from him, lips tightly pressing together in embarrassment.

Nevertheless, he obeyed.

Shuffling forward the slightest bit, Yunho's eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his mouth to the "treat". A moment later, you felt his lips touch your palm for just a split second before retreating again, the small square peeking out from between them.

You watched as he ate it, waiting to give him his next command.

"Down."

A small whine left Yunho at your order, along with a pout settling on his still-red face. He was quite literally giving you puppy eyes.

You just tutted at him in disapproval, gently tugging at his leash to remind him who was in charge.

"Only good boys get treats, Pup, come on. Down."

With his bottom lip still jutting out and his brows furrowed, he finally did as you said, lowering himself to rest his forearms against the cold kitchen tiles.

"There you go! Good boy," you praised him again, letting him sit back up before handing him another piece of cereal. He took it into his mouth with no hesitation this time, and you were pleased to see him getting used to his new role.

Until you got to your next command, that was.

As you watched Yunho swallow his second treat, you opened your mouth to give him the order you were looking forward to the most:

"Speak."

Like the flip of a switch, you could see all of the tension and hesitance return to his body at once. His hands fidgeted in his lap, eyes refusing to look anywhere but the floor.

"Puppy," you spoke in a warning tone, drawing a small whimper from the man before you. "Why are you being so difficult? You know what to do."

Taking a few shallow breaths, Yunho seemed to be steeling himself for something. You watched as he took another, longer breath, chest rising as he looked at you with determination - only to crumble again immediately.

"What is it, hun?" You asked gently, leaning down to pet his hair comfortingly. "Come on, you can do it. This is the last one and then we're gonna move on to something else, okay?"

You thought he'd agree, that this was just one of those moments of uncertainty where your boyfriend needed to be reassured before you could continue.

But, to your surprise, he shook his head.

Worry flooded your heart this time, making your chest tighten. The hand in his hair slipped down to his chin, gently tipping it up to make him look at you. But as he finally met your gaze again, you were met with an even more unsure set of puppy eyes than before.

"Oh honey, what's wrong? Is this too much?"

Hesitantly, Yunho nodded.

"I'm sorry, it's just-" he took a deep breath, curling in on himself slightly, "it's weird, I can't do it."

"What's weird?"

"I don't know," he replied. "I- I thought I'd like this- and some of it I do, really! The collar, the leash, the crawling around, the way you were talking to me, all of it was nice in itself, but when it's all combined like this and I can't even talk to you properly, it just..."

You waited for him to continue, but nothing. "'It just' what?" You softly prodded further, voice coming out in almost a whisper.

Yunho let out another conflicted sigh, pressing his cheek down against your thigh.

"It just feels too dehumanizing," he admitted at last. "And, like, I guess that's the intended effect, but, I don't know. I guess I still need to feel at least a little human even when you treat me like a dog, as confusing as that is. Less barking, more talking, so to speak."

You chuckled at his simplified explanation, making him smile as well.

"I mean, we're still going to need to discuss this later to make sure I know exactly what you mean and want," you began, "but I think I understand it well enough for now. And I'm sorry if I pushed you too far, you could have stopped me way sooner."

"It's okay," Yunho hummed. "We planned all of this together so I knew what to expect. I just needed a bit to decide if I liked it or not, and what exactly I didn't like about it."

You nodded at his explanation, silently petting his hair.

"Well," you spoke up again, making Yunho raise his head from your lap, "I think we should end it here, then - for today, at least. What do you want to do instead? Do you want to take this to the bedroom and do something more familiar, or do you want me to go get your clothes and just stop altogether?"

Yunho weighed his options for a minute, eyebrows furrowing together in concentration.

"Would you be upset if I said I wanted to stop completely?" He sheepishly asked, worried you would take it the wrong way. "Not because you did something bad or anything, I just feel a bit more soft than spicy at the moment."

To his relief, you just chuckled, leaning closer to remove his collar along with the leash. "Of course I won't be upset, Yuyu. Tonight is meant to be about you, to help you relax after all the work you've had to do lately. I want to do whatever makes you happy."

"So you wouldn't mind cuddling on the couch while we finish that box of cereal on the table?"

"I'd love that."

Yeosang - (mirror sex, body insecurities)

You were lying under the covers, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling while you waited for your boyfriend to get ready for bed. You had no problem staying up for him since he was usually rather quick. This time, however, you were beginning to grow impatient, seeing you'd already been waiting almost double the normal time.

Ten more minutes stretched on, steadily adding to your irritation. You'd already called out to Yeosang once to hurry up, only getting a startled "Y-yeah! Just give me a minute!" in return.

Even after said minute, though, your boyfriend seemed nowhere near done. The shower wasn't even running anymore, having been turned off a good while ago. Just what was he doing in there?

Having had enough, you got up with a huff, stomping over to the door again. As expected, it was unlocked. Yeosang didn't really bother with locking it since you never came in unless it was an emergency.

"Yeo, I'm going in, this is getting ridiculous," you announced as you began opening the door. It had been a while since he'd finished showering anyway, so you shouldn't walk in on anything too crazy.

It would appear that your presence was still rather unwelcome, though, as Yeosang squeaked out a jumbled mess of stuttered protests at the door creaking open. And yet, he made no real effort to keep you out, likely too surprised to react in time.

Your brows furrowed as you took in the sight of him, standing before the mirror in nothing but his boxers and arms shielding his chest. "What are you doing?"

Yeosang froze at your question, frantically searching for an answer. "I- I, uh, I was just... looking?"

"At what? Yourself?"

When he sheepishly nodded, you couldn't help but chuckle. "Hun, it's been like fifteen minutes since the shower's turned off. Don't tell me you've been standing here this whole time."

His silence was enough of a response.

"Yeo," you sighed, closing the door behind you before walking over to where he stood.

He stayed quiet as you appeared next to him in the mirror's reflection, avoiding both your and his eyes. Soft arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

"You should get dressed, love," you murmured against his shoulder before giving it a small kiss. "It's too cold in here."

Once again, he nodded wordlessly, looking around for his pajama shirt, only to find you already offering it to him. You helped him put it on, and he had to admit, the shirt did make him a lot more comfortable for a multitude of reasons.

"So what were you doing in here, hm?" You asked again, and Yeosang inwardly sighed. He should have known you wouldn't give up so easily. "You said you were looking at yourself, but why? What is there to examine so thoroughly?"

You tried to speak lightly, not wanting the atmosphere to get too serious and make Yeosang feel too exposed. Or not more than he'd already been, rather.

"I, um," he began, unsure of how to put all the bad thoughts raging in his head into words, "I don't know. I just feel like I've gotten worse, somehow? Like the reflection in front of me isn't exactly what I remember it to be."

Ah. Now you understood.

"Honey..." you called out to him softly, opening your arms to invite Yeosang into your embrace.

This wasn't exactly a new state for Yeosang, as you'd found him in similar headspaces in the past. Ones where despite his incredible looks and physique, he couldn't quite see them for himself anymore, feeling a vague sense of deterioration instead.

You'd do your best to console him, of course, and with enough patience and effort, it always worked, nurturing your boyfriend back into his happy, confident mindset. And so, you didn't let his defeated words deter you, knowing you'd get him right back on his feet again in no time.

You could feel some of the tension release from his shoulders as he melted into you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while your fingers brushed through his soft hair. Your other hand slowly slid up his shirt, giving him ample time to stop you just in case, but he let you keep going. You came to a stop at his shoulder blades, feeling around the expanse of his back before giving him light scratches. The touch made him shudder in your hold, sighing contently into your skin and making you smile in return.

"I know you probably won't believe me right now," you began in a hushed voice, "which is already crazy to me because you know that I'd never, ever lie to you about something like this," Yeosang nodded into the crook of your neck, signaling to you that he was listening, "but please believe me when I tell you that nothing's different about you. You are, were, and will always be my handsome, gorgeous, beautiful, breathtaking piece of art of a boyfriend."

Yeosang shifted a bit in your hold, hands coming down to tightly clutch at your shirt.

"I'd love to list all of the things I love about you, but I'm afraid we'd be stuck in this bathroom for the next few days," you joked, earning a small huff from him. "So let me just name a few for now, hm? Let you see yourself a bit through my eyes instead of yours."

After a beat of silence, you could feel a shy nod against your shoulder.

Taking that as your cue to continue, you straightened up, gently prying Yeosang from your embrace. His eyes flicked to yours for a split second, full of nervousness and vulnerability.

As softly as you could, you grabbed his shoulders and nudged him to turn around, Yeosang confusedly complying until you stopped him right in front of the mirror. He met his own eyes on accident before quickly looking away again, finding the bathroom counter in front of him much more interesting.

You, however, couldn't have that, reaching up to take hold of his chin and tilting it back in the direction of the mirror. "Don't look away, Yeo," you chided softly. "I want you to admire yourself with me."

Your words caused another shiver to run down his spine, somehow feeling more exposed like this than when you'd entered the bathroom a few minutes ago.

"Now, where to begin," you muttered mostly to yourself, looking him up and down in the mirror. "Let's just start at the top, shall we?"

You began with his hair, freshly brushed and incredibly soft as always. You played around with the strands as you showered him with compliments, twisting them in this and that direction, making Yeosang smile.

You then moved on to exactly that next, pointing out his pretty lips and an even more beautiful smile, causing his cheeks to redden as his expression turned bashful.

His striking eyes and adorable birthmark followed before you began trailing lower, now focused on his firm, wide shoulders. Your eyes were locked onto Yeosang's the whole time, watching his gaze flit between yours and whatever part of him you were currently appreciating. As the minutes dragged on and you moved from one spot to the next, pressed up against your boyfriend's back, you could see his eyes slightly gloss over, a dazed look creeping into them.

"Now, for one of my absolute favorites," you announced with a playful grin as your hand trailed down from his collarbone, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and tugged it up. You looked at Yeosang pointedly as you held the bunched-up fabric in front of him, waiting for him to get the message. You could hear his breath hitch as the realization dawned on him, meeting your eyes unsurely before leaning forward and biting down. You just gave him a proud smile, petting the back of his head before returning your hand to his front. You took your time, languidly moving down his sternum before taking a sharp turn to grab one of his pecs. Yeosang gasped at the sensation, reaching back to hold onto your thigh for support.

"I've said this a million times already, but God, do I love your boobs," you spoke dreamily, squeezing the muscle under your fingers. Yeosang squirmed in your hold, kept in place by your other hand clutching his hip.

A small, weak sound reverberated in his chest as your pointer finger drew circles into his skin, dangerously closing in on his nipple. His eyes stayed completely focused on your hand now, steeling himself for the inevitable pinch. It didn't do much, though, as you still managed to squeeze a delicious whimper out of him when you finally did it, making him press back into your body.

"You're always so sensitive here, aren't you?" You teased, brushing over the bud with your thumb to soothe it before moving to do the same with the other one. "I can never get enough of playing with them."

By the time you were done with his chest and began trailing even lower, Yeosang was panting. His hold on your thigh tightened, trying to keep himself steady even when his legs started to go weak from your ministrations. His other hand grabbed the wrist of yours holding onto his hip, as if scared you'd even think about letting go.

But while your words and caresses clearly had a very positive effect on your boyfriend, you weren't exactly content just yet.

You could tell he was slowly gaining some of his usual confidence back through your touches and words of appreciation, and yet, his eyes kept slipping away from his form in the mirror. Every time he'd do so, you'd sternly remind him where to look, to enjoy his body with you.

At first, he obeyed, meeting your eyes through the reflection again with an even darker blush spreading through his face and down his neck. Once you got below his neckline, small whines of protest joined his responses, but he listened nonetheless.

But the moment your hand finally landed on his crotch, a switch seemingly flipped inside of him.

You smirked as he let out a pathetic whimper, his faint abs visibly tensing at the feeling. "And what do we have here?"

With the shirt still in his mouth, Yeosang couldn't exactly answer, limited to nothing but desperate whines and panting. Even then, he tried to make his feelings clear, turning his head away to try and hide into your neck again.

You were quick to stop him, though, untangling your wrist from his grip to hold his jaw in place.

"No, no," you tutted. "You know better than that, don't you?"

And Yeosang, being your lovely little good boy, almost conceded again, the tension in his neck easing as he slowly began to turn back.

But the moment the hand on his hard-on began moving, he knew he was done.

You wavered for a second as Yeosang suddenly whipped around, too fast for you to stop him this time, and shoved his face into your shoulder. A part of you wanted to scold him again, yet something told you now might not be the best time.

"Hun?" You asked softly, rubbing circles into his back. "You okay? Talk to me."

It took Yeosang a moment to realize through the haze in his mind that he still had the shirt in his mouth. Taking out the now wrinkled material, he hid his face back in your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do it like this," he muttered, and you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks. "Everything else was okay, even if a bit embarrassing, but it feels really weird to be looking at myself while you do... that."

You hummed thoughtfully, ruminating over his words. "So you're saying everything we did before that was okay? Do you think it helped you at least a little, or should we do something different?"

Yeosang shook his head. "No, no, it was really nice, actually. I was embarrassed at first, but once I pushed through that, it actually felt very comforting," he admitted, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I mean, if you could push through that initial embarrassment and ended up enjoying it, then, maybe..." you trailed off, snaking a hand between your bodies to tease at the hem of his boxers, "even this could work?"

Much to your disappointment, Yeosang vehemently shook his head, tightening his hold on you. "N-no, I really don't think so. Everything else made me feel more confident and comfortable over time, but this instantly made me self-conscious all over again. It just- it feels weird to watch myself like that, I don't know."

"It's okay," you replied, retracting your hand to put it on the small of his back instead. "If it doesn't feel right, then that's that. As long as I helped you feel even a little bit better about yourself, I'm happy."

Yeosang couldn't help the small, shy smile that spread across his lips. He knew words couldn't describe just how much you cared about him, and yet, with the two of you standing here like this, baring your hearts to each other, it was almost palpable.

What was even more palpable, however, was the obvious, unresolved problem pushing into your thigh.

You pulled away slightly, just enough to look into your boyfriend's eyes again.

"So..." you began, a coy smile on your lips, "since we said no more mirrors for now, how about we take this somewhere else and I make you feel even better?"

Yeosang's eyes widened at your offer before a small, bashful grin appeared on his face. "If you'd be so kind."

You chuckled at his sweet tone, knowing far too well his thoughts were anything but sweet right now. Nevertheless, you grabbed his hand and opened the bathroom door again.

"Then follow me, pretty boy."

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[vikuo-kuma]

Rabbit problem

A/N: Not gonna lie, this thought really just popped into my small feeble brain so enjoy while I work on a request— I also tried to keep the character as cannon as possible.

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Walking around the school, Y/N hadn't have a thought that came to their mind. They looked around the school, seeing students conversing with each other and having the time of their lives. This particular day didn't really seem to be as chaotic as they thought. As they thought—

Y/N had decided to take their walk outside, wandering around the forest nearby the school. It was still really calming. Feeling the warm breeze blowing against their hair, smelling the sweet scent of flowers within the wind. The sun was still high above in the sky, along with the fluffy white clouds. They hummed in satisfaction at the natural surroundings of the forest. However, something had caught their attention. Y/N eyed the bush beside them, being on guard just in case it was something dangerous.

They took out their wand, ready to attack, but it was just a rabbit. It seemed injured, and holding a stick in its mouth. Y/N looked at it blankly, the rabbit seemed to have dual colored fur, dark green and yellow. The rabbit looked very familiar to Y/N, as they continued to observe it even closer. The dual colored rabbit instinctively backed away, but that didn't stopped Y/N from coming closer. "Poor thing, here..", they started to heal the rabbits wound with their magic. The rabbit seemed to have loosened up a little and hopped closer to Y/N.

"... you are so fluffy and adorable", Y/N picked up the rabbit into their arms. They started to scratch the rabbits little head, but it hit Y/N's finger away coldly. "Ow, you're starting to remind me of someone", glaring at the rabbit who had hit their finger away. It seems to look away suspiciously, avoiding all eye contact with Y/N.

"Eh, I'm still gonna keep you though. Im gonna name you Ray", they began to walk back to school, with the dual colored rabbit in their hands. The rabbit stared at Y/N with a stern expression. "While on the topic of names, I haven't seen Rayne around the school today", Y/N questioned, walking back towards the building.

While in their arms, the rabbit looked at them with a judging look, almost as if it could understand what they were saying. But they ignored the rabbit's intense gaze, and arrived at the school's building. "I think you and Rayne would be best friends", Y/N randomly commented, as they walked through the corridors of the school.

They finally reached their dorm room with the rabbit in arms. "There you go Ray", Y/N placed it down on their fluffy bed. "You must be hungry, I'mma go check if there's any carrots around", Y/N walked out of the room, wand still in their hand. The dual colored rabbit finally dropped the stick from its mouth, the small animal still had a cold expression on its face.

"Alright! I'm finally back", entering the room with carrots in their hands. Y/N saw the rabbit lying on one of their pillows, with its snout dug into it. They looked very confused, after all they weren't a rabbit expert. "Well I guess it's very sleepy?", taking a wild guess, but ignored it anyways. "It is getting dark", they said looking out the windows. "Eh, good night little rabbit", giving the dual colored rabbit a small kiss on the head. Going towards the bathroom to start on their night routine, Y/N finally finished and laid beside the sleeping rabbit.

Unsuspectingly, the rabbit woke up while Y/N was still asleep. Crawling closer to their face, the dual colored rabbit kissed the sleeping person directly on the lips. The small animal went back to sleep, letting the spell slowly break.

It was morning and Y/N started to wake up from their slumber, however, they felt something warm holding them. They blinked, a couple of times, trying to register what position they were in. Looking up, they saw the missing magic user, Rayne, sleeping away peacefully.

Huh- what

Y/N pinched themselves, thinking that they were dreaming.

Nope, definitely awake.

They pinched themselves once again, thinking that they didn't pinch hard enough. Before Y/N could do it again, someone grabbed them by their arm. "Stop doing that", a voice grumbled, it was quite deep due to it being the morning. Rayne had awakened from his sleep, looking down at Y/N. Their face flushed red, Holy crap this is real.

[niceboyeds]

okay but Eddie’s face when you show him a nude you’ve taken for the first time? you cannot tell me he wouldn’t be so flustered from seeing you pose seductively in lingerie you picked out just for him.

18+ MDNI

“do you like it, baby? i thought black was your favorite color?” you tease, seeing his face redden at the sight of you in the photo.

“i— fuck i love it. i love it. you look so fucking good.” he stumbles out, eyes still roaming the polaroid that he holds oh-so carefully in his hands.

“oh good. i was worried the photo wouldn’t do that set justice.”

“it uh… it most certainly does.” he gives an encouraging nod, looking back and forth between you and the picture.

“well that’s kinda too bad. i mean, i wore it over here just in case so you could really see it. but if the picture is perfect then i suppose it’s not necessary.”

you continue to tease, pulling your shirt down to confirm that the lingerie is underneath your clothes.

seeing the black strap of the bra is all he needs to set the polaroid down and make his way over to you. you could feel just how hard he was through his jeans as he collided with you.

“you better fuck me better than you’ll fuck yourself to my nude later, Munson.”

“oh baby, you’re so much better than my hand.”

he rips off your shirt and jeans, leaving you in the black lace, before stripping himself down completely naked. you go to help remove your bra and panties but he instead reaches to pin your hands above your head.

“leave it on. god i mean, look at you?! fuck i could cum just at the sight of you like this.”

“yeah? you like seeing me pinned underneath you in nothing but a couple thin pieces of lace? you better prove it.”

with one hand still holding your wrists, he uses the other to pull your thong to the side and guide his cock into your wet hole.

he pushes in slowly at first, both of you moaning at the feeling after waiting what felt like an eternity. in actuality it was maybe 10 minutes, but the wetness that pooled in your panties begs to differ.

“fuck Eddie!” you whine out, feeling him bottom out inside of you and craving more friction. “please move.”

“so funny how the one who did all the teasing is now the one begging for more.” he smirks, looking down at the mess you’re making on him.

you start to grind your hips against him, urging him to move but he says strong. moving his head down to your chest, he licks your nipple through the mesh lace bra. the feeling makes you shudder, but still needing more.

“Eddie! please fuck me!” you moan out, feeling his cock pulsing inside of you. and with that last plea, he does. he fucks you hard.

his mouth continues to move up and down your chest and neck, leaving marks everywhere they linger. his strokes are hard and fast as he brings his free hand back down to your aching cunt.

using his fingers to hold your panties out of the way, he rubs his thumb against your sensitive clit. he rubs harder and faster as his strokes become more sloppy, a tell-tale sign that he’s close but wants you to finish first.

you can feel yourself approaching your climax, it’s growing more and more intense as he continues to fuck you harder than he has before.

“shit Eds! i’m so close!”

“cum for me doll, show me how much you love it when i fuck you in your little panties and bra.” you moan loudly at his words, nearly forgetting complete that this all started because of the photo you gave him.

but with one final pump, you finally reach your orgasm. he follows behind with a few more strokes, letting his warm cum soak your dripping pussy.

he removes his cock from you and releases your wrists from his grasp. you feel your thong get placed back to cover you up before you start to drift off to sleep.

he crawls up beside you on the bed, holding you close and his fingers roam your body softly as if to soothe you.

with a yawn you cuddle into him more, whispering to him that you’ll make sure to take more photos for him. and you will certainly have to if it means he’ll keep fucking you like that.

[yeostars]

When ATEEZ members give you back hugs, reaction post! [maknae line ver.]

<3 San

• The gym was nearly empty, the echo of the weights clinking at the distant hum of machines creating a rythmic background noise. You carefully let down one of the weights you had been holding, going towards the end of the gym room to reach out for your water bottle. Your muscles were burning from an intense workout that you just completed, and you feel a sense of accomplishment wash over you as you take a long, satisfying sip of water.

• Apparently, San aka your boyfriend had been watching you from across the room with a proud smile on his lips, working out himself. He makes his way towards you, a towel slung over his shoulder & his own water bottle in hand. "Yo, champ. You did great out there." He greeted you, his voice filled with admiration. Your face lighted up as you heard him, finishing up your cool-down stretches. "Thanks. I'm completely exhausted." You said, still catching your breath even after the workout was over.

• "I know." San replied, noticing the way your shoulders slumped out of tiredness. Next, he stepped closer to you, draping his towel over your shoulders and pulled you into a gentle hug from behind. His arms encircled your waist, as you felt his broad and warm chest against your back. You relaxed under his embrace, feeling the tension under your muscles dissipate. "You always push yourself but I'm proud of you for that. I myself get motivated seeing you workout so hard half of the time." San said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. You smiled, your heart swelling with gratitude and love. "I seriously gotta thank you for bringing me along with you to the gym, sannie. I never realised before how fun it is to work out." San reached forward to place a light kiss on your cheek that made you giggle. "If you find it fun, then that's great. Now c'mon, let's get you and me cleaned up." He said, and you nodded, walking hand in hand towards your apartment to take a long, relaxing shower.

<3 Mingi

• Your eyes scan the colorful array of products lining on the shelves, as you slowly push your shopping cart further, mentally checking off each item at the process. You were so concentrated in shopping that you almost forgot that you were here with your boyfriend, Mingi. And he was trailing right behind you, a mischievous glint on his face as he watched your serious expression. He had just the perfect way to remind you that he was here with you, too- just as you were about to reach for a pasta box, Mingi swooped in, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground slightly.

• You let out a surprised squeal, knowing that it was Mingi but you still couldn't hide your shock. "Mingi!!! Let me down, you goofball." You let out, your laughter echoing through the aisle. Your feet were literally dangling a few inches above the floor, & you were a little embarrassed in case other people see you, but you didn't really mind. Shopping with Mingi was always this fun, and your earlier concentration on shopping was completely forgotten as you smiled at his playful antics. "And what if I don't?" He joked, but still set you down gently on your feet, and didn't release his hold.

• Instead, he kept his arms wrapped around you, waiting for your rebuttal. "I won't bring you to shopping with me again. I literally forgot what I had to bring." You pouted, but the blush forming on your face said otherwise. Your heart beated faster because the sensation of Mingi's strong arms around you was something else. "Liar. I know shopping is much more fun with me. You forgot that I'm here too, didn't you? So I had to do this." He said, grinning. You lightly swatted his arm around you, turning your heard slightly, you met his gaze, your eyes twinkling with affection and you smiled at him. "Min, I'll give you all the attention you want once we reach home. Just a few more minutes, promise." You pleaded, and Mingi nodded, letting go of your waist, now interwining his hands with yours. "I'll help you pick up a few things. Tell me what's on your list." You tried your best to recollect what you were supposed to bring, and Mingi helped you to get those items, grabbing your hand and giving it a playful swing from time to time. Later, when you reached home, you pinched his cheeks because of how utterly cute he was being at the store earlier.

<3 Wooyoung

• You stood at the kitchen counter, your hands deftly chopping vegetables for the dish you were preparing. You were cooking dinner for you and your boyfriend, wooyoung tonight, and you had to make sure that you don't mess anything up because this was one of the very few times you go to cook for you both - wooyoung was always the one cooking for you. You had already prepared the stew. Just as you reached out for your phone to change your song playlist, wooyoung crept up behind you, and you felt him pulling you impossibly closer to his chest.

• "Hey there, chef." He murmured, resting his arms against your waist, scanning the kitchen counter. "Mhm. What's up?" You replied, setting down your phone and continuing to chop your veggies. "Actually, i wanted to help you. Let me-" Before he could even finish his sentence, you put down the knife from your hands and twirled around, shooting him a glare. "Wooyoung. I told you I don't need your help. Babe, let me cook ONCE for us both, please." You said, your glare turning into a cute pout after meeting his playful smile. "Alright, alright. Continue, I'll still hold you, though. I miss you." He replied, and you nodded, turning back around, resuming to chop your veggies.

• In fact, you could not concentrate on chopping the veggies properly because Wooyoung being so close to you just made you straight up dizzy. And to make things worse, he bent down slightly, trailing kisses on your neck, the part which was closest to him. The sensation of his lips on your neck made you shiver, the knife on your hand slipping dangerously close to your finger. You quickly set it down, your heart racing both from the scare and his close proximity. "Jung Wooyoung, i swear to god if you distract me further- I was almost about to cut my finger!!!" You practically shouted, and Wooyoung suddenly became serious, his arms detaching from your waist, taking his hand on yours to examine your fingers. "Ah- sorry for that. I definitely won't disturb you the next time you cook for us, but right now let me just help you chop these veggies. You're clumsy and we both know it." He sighed, picking up the knife and chopping the veggies while you just stared at him, dumbfounded. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it?" You said, giving up on protesting any further and reaching out to stir the stew in the pot instead. Wooyoung just chuckled, and you couldn't help but smile, too- it was somehow better to cook with him. It felt intimate in a different way and warmth pooled in your stomach as you watched him skillfully chop the veggies to help you. Wooyoung noticed you staring at him and stopped chopping, came closer to you & gave you a huge smooch on your cheek. "Let's finish this together, chef. But all the credit goes to you, I'm just your lovely assistant." He said and you laughed, caressing his cheek and you both continued to cook in harmony.

<3 Jongho

• You constantly fiddled with your fingers, your laptop right in front of you as you blankly stared at the screen nervously. Your eyes couldn't leave the timing at the bottom of the screen, watching every minute pass by, waiting for the time to struck at 3.00 p.m. Your final exam results were about to pop up in a few minutes, and you felt every inch of confidence leave your body, despite knowing that you did your very best for the exams. Right then, Jongho aka your boyfriend approached you, noticing that you were tapping your feet nervously on the ground while staring the screen in front of you.

• He stood behind you on the sofa, wrapping his arms against your neck and snuggled closer to you. "Only a few minutes left, right, y/n?" He asked, and you nodded, leaning into his embrace. "Hey, genius. Look at me." He said softly, and you turned your neck slightly, as he lifted his right arm against your neck to give you head pats instead. "You're going to get amazing results, i just know it. Trust me. There's no need to be this nervous because we both know you did well in your exams." He said, and you passed him a sweet smile, tugging at his hand to pull him besides you on the sofa. "Thank you. It's just that this is so important to me, I know I did well too, but what if..." You trailed off, and he took your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. "Shush. Be positive, love." He said, and right then the screen in front of you flashed your results- you and Jongho went through the online result copy in unison. "I did it!!!! I passed with first grade distinction!!!" You exclaimed, your hands covering your mouth in shock because you couldn't believe that this was real.

"See? I told you!!! I have always believed in you. Congratulations y/nnie~, I'm so proud of you." He said as you pulled him in a bone-crushing hug, and Jongho laughed, hugging you back just as tightly. You could cry because of the amount of happiness and relief you felt right now.

Later, after you passed the news to your friends and parents, Jongho announced that he'd order whatever dishes you wanted for dinner, that it was his treat. You beamed at the mention of your favourite food and hugged him yet again, excitedly and he chuckled at how cute you were.

[megumishousewife]

yunho with a chubby girl just sounds right

A/N: Me tryna distract yall from Megs x Chubby Youtuber Part 2. It will be here I PROMISE, but for now enjoy this lil Yunho smut...And there's the smut warning too👍🏽 Also momma hwa being some what of a cock block

Ever since you started college, you decided that you wanted to explore new horizons and meet new people. With your first year of college almost under your belt, you manage to make a pretty big friend group and get out your comfort zone. As a plus size girl, these things tend to be harder to do, but your friends encourage you along the way. It's the end of the year and everyone in your group wanted to hang out after finals and before everyone headed off to their own homes for the next three months.

Your friend group along with your 8 guy friends decided there's no better place to go than the beach and stay at a hotel for the weekend there. Upon arriving to the hotel, everyone began to move all their luggage to their respective rooms. After that, everyone began to get dressed for the beach. You were kind of nervous about wearing a bikini in front of the boys but the ever so supportive San was already boasting the girls up.

"And don't forget ladies, YOUR BODIES ARE BEAUTIFUL! WEARING THAT TWO PIECE GODDAMIT!!"

Seonghwa just groans as he places his oversized hat on his head, "San, hush...you sound like a perv"

San just looked at his friend in shock but Yunho came up to you with a smile on his face

"I bet you'll look as beautiful as ever YN," Yunho said.

You blushed lightly, "Oh Yunho, thank you but I might just decide to wear a shirt and some short."

Yunho looked at you slightly taken a back, "Hm, if that's fine with you. I bet you'll look amazing in a two piece though."

You watched as Yunho walked back to his room and that's when your best friend shrieked behind you.

"GIRL?!? YUNHO JUST CALLED YOU BEAUTIFUL AND YOU WANNA WEAR A BASIC OUTFIT TO THE BEACH?! GET IT TOGETHER, Y/N!"

She dragged you into yalls shared room and got you in a (your favorite color) two piece. She examined you a little but and fixed your hair in a cute style.

She smiled at you, "I'm finna get you a man whether you like it or not."

The girls arrived to the beach later than the boys and they were obviously doing their own thing. Seonghwa was by the shore, fighting the wind, Mingi and Jongho were arguing about beach volleyball, Woo and San were renting a few surf boards while Hongjoong was asleep in between Yunho and Yeosang. Yunho did a double take when he saw you, almost snapping his neck. He lower his glasses to see you.

Yeosang was already on his case

though, "Calm down Casanova- You've been plotting on this girl all year. Play it cool."

Seonghwa walked over and joined Yeosang, "As much as I want to agree with you Yeosang, she's about to see why we call him a golden retriever."

"Yunho, just-"

Before Yeosang could finish what he was saying Yunho was already happily making his way to Y/N. Yunho came up to her confidently but seemed to be a little distracted by your boobs.

"H-hey, wanna play beach volleyball with the boys? We can split the girls and the boys so there's an even portion of us."

Yunho literally wanted to vomit because why did he sound like a little boy trying to talk to the girl he likes? This isn't like him at all. However, you didn't pay any mind to this at all.

"Sure," you smiled.

Mingi and Jongho was already gathering everyone to divide the team, 4 girls and 4 boys on one team. Team one consisted of Yeosang, Wooyoung, Jongho and San while group two was Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho and Mingi. You and your best friend went with team Jongho and Yunho almost went to your side of the net but Seonghwa pulled him back.

Seonghwa said, "Stop following her like a lost puppy."

The match started and it was intense to the T. San was your team's main spiker while Yunho and Mingi acted as blockers on the other team. This was slightly challenging because of how nerve racking it was to get the ball over the net for San. But finally, the score was 24-24 for the last point of the last match. Both teams had each won a set, but this determined who was the declared winner. And what was on the line here: Ice cream...the loser buys ice cream for the winning team. Mingi serves for this team and it goes over the net to your side. The ball came in hard but Jongho was able to quickly shag the ball from it hitting the ground, you ended up popping the ball up high enough to get it at spiking level, and San did his approach and-

SMACK-

Little did you know, Yunho was watching you the entire time of the play. Just looking at your body and how the fat just adds an extra jiggle to what you did. He was even turned on by the way your breast pushed together to hit the ball and-

The ball ended up hitting Yunho square in the face. You rushed over and asked Yunho if he was okay and all he saw was just an angel that was supposed to be taking him to heaven. Luckly, Jongho dumped a bucket of water to take him out of LaLa Land. Yunho jolted up.

"I'm fine, Y/N! Let me treat you to ice cream."

You nodded as Seonghwa gasped.

Seonghwa said, "THAT BITCH IS SO EXCITED TO SPEND MONEY!"

Hongjoong side eyed his best friend, "This makes me question how much you ACTUALLY spent here."

Yunho ended up walking behind you to the ice cream stand, watching the way your hip swayed and jiggled from behind. Yunho tried to compress his thoughts about how good backshots would be with you as he gripped your love handles to force your hips harder on his-

"Yunho, your ice cream is melting, " you said to him, leading him out of his thoughts.

He excuses himself and begins to eat and talk to you more. As yall walked the shoreline together, you two heard a shout from the other end where all your friends are. It was Wooyoung."

"IT'S ABOUT TO RAIN! EVERYONE TAKE COVER SOMEWHERE!"

Yunho grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into a nearby cabana just as the thunder started booming outside. The area was known to have random rainshowers but you could have sworn you checked the forecast earlier. Other than that, the feeling of being in a cabana with Yunho seemed a bit claustrophobic. Not because of him but because of the tension in the air. Yunho found the change of beach clothes that you guys brought. He hands you your bag.

"I can turn around while you change because I know you don't want to lay down on the daybed and you're wet," Yunho said.

You thanked him and he began to light the candles in the corner of the cabana. It's actually bigger and fancier thar he expected. Seonghwa picked this beach so he expected it to have some high quality service to it but a cabana that could go for a one bedroom house wasn't it.

"I'm finished Yunho! You can change now."

He turned his back and saw you in a tank top and basketball shorts. A TANK TOP WITH NO BRA?!? Yunho almost passed out but he just silently nodded and changed his shorts. The two of you laid in the bed with each other and Yunho felt nervous being so close to you. He had that feeling that he was about to throw up. Being close enough to you that he could feel your body heat and smell your scent almost made him want to explore your body. You interrupted his thoughts once again.

"You've been staring at me all day," you said with smirk.

Yunho flipped towards you to try and explain himself but his eyes ended up dropping to your cleavage anyways. Knowing this, you decided for the first time to be bold with a guy you liked.

"If you want me, come fuck me," you said.

Yunho didn't even try to question what you were saying, he instantly went to licking your neck while massaging your boobs. He wedges himself in between your thighs, grinding his bulge against your clit, causing you to moan. He went to kissing you while getting the two of you undressed until he had you completely unclothed. You blushed as you tried to cover yourself but Yunho lifted your arms above your head with one hand.

"Lemme see that body, pretty girl," he said as he made his way to sucking your nipple.

While he was sucking on your left breast, one of his hands managed to snake its way to your pussy. Yunho massaged you clit and fingered you, eating your moans as if it was just encouraging him to go harder. He stopped sucking on your tits and went down to your entrance.

"Yunho, I can't take it anymore," you whined as you pushed his head away from you.

He laughed, "Just give me one and we'll be done. Let me take care of you."

Yunho began sucking on your clit while fingering you. You moaned his name like a mantra, closing your thick thighs around his head. The way he ate you out was like he was having his last meal. Like a thirsty dog. He grinded his dick onto the daybed while giving you what you want. He looked into your eyes and saw that you were about to reach your peak, making his fingers thrust deeper and harder into you. You pulled his hair while letting out a loud cry and you gushed all over Yunho's face. Your body started shaking as Yunho licked up the mess he left behind. He didn't even notice that he had cummed himself. He kissed you softly on your forehead and grabbed a blanket to put over you. The two of you laid in each other's embrace while listening to the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the cabana.

"YUNHO WHAT THE FUCK?!?"

You and Yunho were woken up by Seonghwa and his oversized beach hat. He stood in the door way the cabana with the most disappointed look on his face.

"Both of you, get dressed. I will talk to you two in 5 minutes."

He shut the door behind him and all you and Yunho could do is laugh at how he acts like he's a mom.

"Yunho, I hope you don't think I was nothing but a hook up because I genuinely like you," you said as you looked down at your feet.

Yunho just smiled at you, "After this, I'm not going anywhere. You had me hooked the first day I met you. I just hate how you're constantly talking about how you look. To me, you're the most beautiful woman to walk this earth."

You kissed Yunho and the two of you got dressed and got scolded by Seonghwa. San and Woo just looked at Yunho and saw the him staring at you the whole time.

San and Woo's convo

San: My boy is a turned simp

Woo: What do you expect? He was practically foaming at the mouth when he first met Y/N

San: If they did something in that cabana...she probably saw why we call him a dog

The two of them gave Yunho a thumbs up from a distance, but he wasn't even paying attention to them. He was too busy following behind his pretty girlfriend.

[juanarc-thethird]

She Likes to be Dominated.

In the middle of a small town outside of Vale, a small group of the White Fang members is attacking the establishments surrounding the area.

Person #1: Oh no!

Person #2: They are destroying everything!

Person #3: RUN!

Eve: *On top of a car* Uwahahaha! That's right, humans, fear us! Nothing can stop us! NOTHING!

*WAM!*

One of the White Fang's members goes flying past her.

Eve: What the?!

She looks towards the direction he came from and sees a figure walking towards her. It was a man dressed up like the heroes on children's TV. Showing gold and white as his main colors.

Person #1: Who is that?!

Person #2: Wait... It's The Huntsman!

Person #3: Hooray! We are saved!

Eve: Hehehe, you finally appear hero~ Prepare yourself for an epic battle!

She ran towards him with full speed. Getting close enough she takes a leap, grabbing her sword, readying herself to swing a deadly cut. But, to her surprise, Jau- *Ahem* The Huntsman stretched out his arm and grabbed her by the neck, keeping her above the ground.

Eve: *Ack!*

The Huntsman: You've been here for how long? six months?

Eve: *Grabbing his arm* M-More or less.

The Huntsman: And every time you show up you just come to destroy this little town, nothing more. Right?

Eve: *cough cough* R-Right

The Huntsman: So why the hell are you doing this?! Did this town do something to you?! Because if that's the case, I'm willing to help you so this ends.

Eve: It's nothing like that.

The Huntsman: *Gets on her face a little angry* Then why the fuck do you keep fucking around?

Eve: (God, he's so angry~💕)

The Huntsman: Hey!

Eve: Y-yes?

The Huntsman: Are you listening to me?!

Eve: Y-Yes (Daddy~💕!)

The Huntsman: *Furious* Then focus!

Eve: *Blushing* I-I'm sorry! (Fuck, he's so hot~💕)

The Huntsman: Seriously! What do I have to do to make you stop?

Eve: (Shit! I can hold it anymore. I'm getting so wet~💕) M-Maybe...

The Huntsman: What?

Eve: Maybe I want you to punish me~ (Yes, take me, and do what you want with me~)

The Huntsman: *Confuse* Huh? I already punished you. You have already gone to prison many times.

Unbeknownst to him, Eve moves one of her hands into her own pants and the other to her chest.

Eve: *Getting in the mood* I was thinking of another kind of punishment.💕

The Huntsman: *Surprise* Excuse me?!

Eve: *Feeling very horny* I think a harsher punishing can help me correct my behavior~💕

The Huntsman: *Worry* Um... I don't know

Eve: *Ready for breeding* Please~💕 Please do it~ Please! I can be worse if you don't!

The huntsman looks around and sees how people stared at the two of them.

The Huntsman: If I *Ahem* "punish" you, will you promise not to cause problems again?

Eve: *With a nosebleed and very eager, nods her head really fast* YES!

The Huntsman: O-Ok then

Moments later in a motel

*Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat!*

Eve: Oh fuck! Oh YEs Daddy!~ Breed me!~💕

Jaune: *Holding her by the horns* Can you lower your voice? You're being too loud.

Eve: Make me!~💕

Jaune: Ugh. *Kiss her*

Eve: HMMM!!!!💕 You taste so good~💕

Jaune: Just shut up.

Jaune then begins to move his hips intensely.

Eve: OH MY GOD YES!!! Fuck me harder! HARDER!!💕 Don't you dare to slow down!!!

Jaune: *Trying to hold on* Oh fuck...

Eve: *Excited* Are you about to cum?!💕

Jaune: Shut it...

Eve: Cum in me! Please, I want it!

Jaune: I said shut it.

He takes her head and pushes her to the bed, leaving only her ass up.

Eve: Yes, fucking use me! I'm your personal onahole!

Jaune: Fuck... Cumming... I'm cumming!!

Eve begins to feel her insides being filled with Jaune's baby graby.

Eve: Oh God yes!~💕 It's so muuuch~

Jaune: Oh fuck...

Eve: H-How Fuck~ are you still cumming?~ I'm going to get pregnant~💕

And the day was saved once again by our great hero, The Huntsman!

[kiwriteswords]

This world is only gonna break your heart

Part III in the Wicked Game Universe (Can be read on its own, though!)

Masterlist || Ao3

AN: Here is another part of the Flirty!Female reader storyline I shared last week. This story can be read solo or as a companion piece in this universe!

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Word Count: 13k

Tags/Warnings:Romance, Slow Burn, Fluff, Angst, Banter, violence, blood, injury, medical procedures, torture, kidnapping, strong language, sexual tension, emotional distress, near-death experiences, guns, workplace romance, mentions of past trauma, manipulation, power dynamics, brief mentions of death, explicit descriptions of pain, psychological manipulation, Part of a series but can be read as a standalone.

Sypnosis: Having once worked closely with Aaron Hotchner on the original team, you always knew how to push Hotch’s buttons in the flirtiest way. Now, with a second chance at working together, the chemistry between you and Hotch is impossible to ignore. Though you’ve begun seeing each other in secret, nothing has been officially defined between you. As you work together on a dangerous case that threatens both your lives, the complexities of your relationship grow even more intense.

The team was gathered in the bullpen, coffee cups in hand, chatting about the usual morning routine. JJ, sitting at her desk, leaned toward Morgan and Prentiss, her voice low but playful.

“I’m telling you, something’s going on with Hotch,” JJ said, casting a quick glance toward Hotch’s office. “He’s been... different lately.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Different how? You mean he’s been even more serious than usual? Didn’t think that was possible.”

JJ shook her head. “No, that’s the thing—he’s been a little less serious. I saw him leaving the office early the other day. Early.”

Prentiss smirked, taking a sip of her coffee. “So, the man takes a day off, and suddenly he’s a suspect? Come on, JJ. What are you really getting at?”

JJ leaned in, her voice dropping. “I think he’s seeing someone. He’s been more... distracted lately.”

Morgan leaned back, arms crossed. “Hotch? Seeing someone? What, is he sneaking off to a chess club or something?”

Prentiss chuckled, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “If he is seeing someone, I’ve got to meet her. Can you imagine? She’d have to have the patience of a saint to deal with him.”

Rossi, standing nearby with his cup of espresso, raised an eyebrow. “Or maybe she knows how to make him crack. I’ve noticed him on his phone more often, and it’s definitely not work.”

Reid, flipping through a case file, chimed in without looking up. “Actually, studies suggest that people who are highly disciplined in their professional lives tend to form very strong, sometimes hidden, emotional attachments in their personal lives. If Hotch is in a relationship, it could explain a slight shift in his behavioral patterns.”

Morgan shook his head, laughing. “Reid, man, sometimes I think you’ve got Hotch more figured out than Hotch does.”

Just then, Penelope breezed into the bullpen, wearing her signature colorful ensemble. “Did I hear someone say Hotch and behavioral shifts? Tell me we’re talking about juicy secrets!”

Prentiss grinned. “JJ thinks Hotch is seeing someone.”

Penelope’s eyes widened dramatically. “Shut. Up. Is this for real? Do we know who the lucky lady is? Or more importantly, does she know about the constant banter between him and Y/N?”

Morgan laughed, shaking his head. “If Hotch’s girlfriend exists, she’d probably lose it with the way Y/N always pokes at him.”

Rossi chuckled softly, leaning against the desk. “Or maybe she doesn’t mind. Maybe she likes watching him squirm. She might enjoy it.”

Prentiss shrugged, a thoughtful expression on her face. “You know, whoever she is, I kind of feel for her. Y/N gives him hell.”

Penelope waved her hand in exaggerated exasperation. “I’m telling you, if I were Hotch’s secret girlfriend, I’d have a serious chat with Y/N about boundaries. Though, come to think of it, she might just be my hero for getting under his skin like that.”

Just then, the bullpen doors swung open, and in you walked, your bag slung over your shoulder. The team fell silent, eyes shifting to you as you approached your desk.

“Morning, guys,” you said casually, sitting down and pulling out your work. You’d just driven in with Hotch after spending the night—again—but no one had a clue. They all thought you were just being your usual teasing self.

Morgan leaned forward, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Hey, Y/N, you noticed anything... weird about Hotch lately?”

You raised an eyebrow, keeping your tone light. “Weird? Hotch? Nope, he’s his usual grumpy self to me. Why?”

Prentiss smirked, glancing at the others. “We’re just trying to figure out if he’s seeing someone. Thought maybe you’d have some insider info, considering how much time you spend giving him a hard time.”

You smiled, playing along. “If he’s seeing someone, I’m sure she loves hearing how much I mess with him.”

JJ, with a knowing look, chimed in. “Honestly, if one of Will’s coworkers was flirting with him the way you do with Hotch, I’d lose it.”

You fought back a laugh, biting your lip. “Yeah... she probably does.”

Before anyone could say more, Hotch strode into the bullpen, as composed as ever. His eyes briefly flickered to you, a subtle connection passing between you that the others didn’t catch. You met his gaze with a soft, secret smile.

It wasn’t long before the team gathered in the briefing room. The morning conversation and speculation were left behind as you all were quickly thrust into another case, with Hotch walking everyone through the details of a series of murders across state lines. With little time to waste, the team packed up, ready to leave for the jet.

The case was gruesome, as always, but by now, you were used to it. Their professionalism took over, and within the hour, they were boarding the jet, ready for another round of hard work.

Once in the air, Hotch stood at the front of the jet, walking everyone through the unsub’s profile, delivering the details with his usual composed, steady tone. The weight of the case was heavy, but the team listened closely, hanging on every word.

As the jet began its descent, Hotch gave out the next set of instructions. “Y/N, when we land, I need you to coordinate with the local officers. Make sure they’re ready for us.”

You tilted your head, a playful glint in your eyes as you replied, “And if I don’t feel like playing nice with the locals?”

Hotch looked at you, his face giving nothing away, but his tone remained cool and collected. “Just get it done.”

You smirked, leaning back with a mock sigh. “Guess I’ll behave... for now.”

The team exchanged glances, recalling their earlier conversation about Hotch possibly seeing someone. Morgan shook his head slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement. Prentiss raised an eyebrow at JJ, who grinned knowingly.

Rossi leaned over to Morgan, muttering quietly, “You’d think with how much she flirts, someone would’ve put a stop to this by now.”

Morgan chuckled under his breath. “Hotch must have nerves of steel, man. Still letting her get away with murder.”

Hotch, as usual, didn’t let the playful exchange break his focus. He remained silent, his eyes briefly flicking to you with the faintest trace of amusement before returning to the case file.

The jet continued its descent, and the team’s quiet chuckles gradually subsided, the light-hearted banter easing the tension from the weight of the case. You caught Hotch’s gaze one last time, your smirk still lingering, knowing exactly how far you could push his buttons without ever crossing the line.

The team pulled into the parking lot of the local police station, the air outside thick with tension as they prepared to dive into another tough case. As the others unloaded their gear, you found yourself walking side by side with Hotch, a rare moment alone.

You shot him a sidelong glance, the playful smirk that had become second nature around him tugging at your lips. “You know, the team thinks you’ve got a girlfriend.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow but didn’t look at you directly. His tone was calm, as always. “Is that right?”

You chuckled softly, shrugging. “Can’t say I blame them. You’ve been...distracted lately.” The words hung in the air for a beat, heavier than they had sounded in your head. Distracted by you—but neither of you had said it out loud. Not yet.

As you walked, your mind wandered, your thoughts swirling around the unspoken. You hadn’t labeled what was happening between the two of you. There had been nights, quiet moments, but nothing concrete. You didn’t even know if you wanted to put a label on it... but the thought of someone else assuming they knew Hotch’s private life left a flicker of unease in your chest.

Hotch, on the other hand, kept his eyes forward, his thoughts mirroring your own. He hadn’t given voice to what this was—hadn’t dared to. Not because he didn’t want to, but because...what if it complicated things? What if crossing that line made everything harder? Still, every time you pushed his buttons, every time you looked at him like that, it made him wonder why he was hesitating.

He finally glanced at you, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “And what do you think?”

You met his gaze, the tension between you simmering just beneath the surface. “I think they’d be shocked to know the truth.”

Neither of you said more, the weight of the unspoken hovering between you as you approached the station doors. The moment passed as quickly as it had come, and you both returned to the professional roles you knew so well, but the lingering question of “what now?” remained just beneath the surface.

As the team entered the bustling police station, you were greeted by a wave of officers, all eager to assist. It didn’t take long for one of the senior officers to recognize you.

“Hold on,” the senior officer said, a grin spreading across his face. “Didn’t you teach a few lecture? I was at one of them—best training session I’ve had.”

You smiled, nodding. “Glad it was useful.”

Before you could continue, a rookie officer stepped forward, his gaze lingering a little too long. “I think I remember hearing about you... they didn’t mention how impressive you are in person though.”

You chuckled, brushing it off as harmless, barely noticing the rookie’s attempt at flirting. But Hotch did.

Standing just behind you, Hotch’s posture stiffened slightly. After a beat, he stepped forward, his voice cool and authoritative. “Officer,” he said evenly, “let’s keep things professional.”

The rookie blinked, clearly taken aback. “Yes, sir. Sorry about that, Agent Hotchner.”

You raised an eyebrow at Hotch, amused by his unusually protective tone. The rookie quickly excused himself, leaving you and Hotch with a brief moment of quiet. 

You were about to make a teasing remark when Hotch, in his usual composed manner, gently placed a hand on your elbow and guided you aside.

“Agent Y/L/N, a word?” His voice was calm, but you could tell something was brewing beneath the surface.

He pulled you just far enough from the team for a private conversation. His touch was firm, not forceful—he wasn’t angry, but there was a tension there, something unspoken.

“I don’t like it when men talk to you like that,” Hotch said quietly, his eyes searching yours.

You tried to hold back a laugh, finding the whole situation somewhat amusing. You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms as you gave him a playful look. “What, jealous, Hotch?”

Hotch’s gaze didn’t falter. “It’s not about jealousy,” he replied, though you both knew there was more to it. “It’s about keeping a professional environment.”

You tilted your head, clearly entertained by his response. “Uh-huh. And what exactly bothers you more? That he was out of line... or that he was talking to me?”

Hotch exhaled softly, glancing away for a moment before looking back at you. “Both,” he admitted. “I don’t like it when anyone crosses boundaries with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, though you weren’t about to let him off the hook so easily. “Well, for the record, I didn’t even notice. But...” you leaned in just a little, lowering your voice, “it’s kind of hot that you did.”

Hotch paused for a moment, almost processing what you said. A flicker of amusement passed through Hotch’s eyes, though he kept his expression controlled. “Is that so?”

You grinned, taking a step closer. “Definitely. Who knew Aaron Hotchner had a jealous streak?”

His lips pressed into a thin line, but there was no denying the hint of a smile tugging at the corners. “Just focus on the case, Y/N.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Oh, I’ll get the job done, don’t worry. But if you ever want to talk about boundaries, I’m all ears.”

Hotch shot you a brief, unreadable look before turning back toward the rest of the team. “Let’s go,” he said, his tone all business once again, but the moment between you lingered.

As you walked back to join the others, you couldn’t help but smirk, knowing that beneath his stoic exterior, you had gotten under his skin just a little. The tension between you and Hotch had always been there—an unspoken undercurrent that surfaced in moments like this, where a brief look or a playful remark lingered longer than it should.

But now, the case demanded your full attention. The unsub was escalating, and there wasn’t room for any distractions. You shifted gears, falling back into your role as a professional, your focus sharpened.

The rest of the day blurred into a whirlwind of interviews, reports, and strategy sessions. By the time the evening came, your body ached with exhaustion. The local police had set up a command post in their precinct, and you and Hotch, along with the team, spent hours pouring over the unsub's patterns, trying to pinpoint his next move.

But you never saw it coming.

One moment, you were outside, gathering more information with Hotch by your side. The next, everything went dark. The sharp sting of something pricking your neck, the world tilting, and then nothing.

Now, here you were—the cold, dimly lit room smelled of damp concrete, and a faint, flickering light barely illuminated the camera that hung from the ceiling. It was fixed on you and Hotch, silently recording every breath, every glance. You knew it was being streamed to the local police station—your team was likely glued to the screen, watching helplessly as they worked to track down your location.

Your mind raced, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. This was a trap. The unsub had planned it all out perfectly, and now you and Hotch were the bait.

The unsub had left you both in the room for what felt like hours, alone and vulnerable, but it gave you time to think—time to prepare for what was coming.

Hotch sat next to you, his hands bound behind his back, just like yours. His face was impassive, focused, but you could feel the tension in the air, crackling like static between you. The silence was suffocating, and you were desperate to break it, to bring some lightness into the room despite the darkness surrounding you.

“You holding up over there?” you asked, your voice softer than usual but still carrying that teasing edge. You tilted your head, trying to catch his eye.

Hotch’s gaze flicked toward you, his expression still hard. “I’m fine,” he replied, his voice steady, clipped. “Stay sharp.”

You smirked, refusing to let the weight of the situation break you down. “Always,” you quipped. “But when this is over, I think we deserve a serious vacation. You know, one without kidnappings, torture, or unsubs.”

Hotch’s lips twitched—barely. But it was enough to encourage you. “Focus, Y/N,” he said, though you could hear the faintest note of amusement in his voice.

The moment of near-normalcy was shattered when the door to the room creaked open, and the unsub stepped inside, a menacing grin stretching across his face. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with an air of control that made your stomach twist. His eyes gleamed with a sick sort of excitement as he looked from you to Hotch, then back again.

“Well, well,” the unsub said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Looks like you’re both holding up quite nicely. Let’s change that, shall we?”

He moved toward you first, his footsteps deliberate, almost casual, as if he had all the time in the world. Your heart pounded in your chest, but you forced yourself to remain calm, to show no fear. You couldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Before you had time to react, the unsub grabbed you by the arm, yanking you roughly out of your chair and dragging you toward the center of the room. You stumbled slightly but caught yourself, standing tall, refusing to show weakness. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hotch tense, his jaw clenching as he watched the unsub pull you away.

“You know,” the unsub mused, circling you like a predator, “it’s always the tough ones who break the hardest.”

He pulled out a knife, the blade gleaming under the dim light. You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing as he brought it close to your skin. The first cut was shallow—a stinging line across your arm. You hissed but bit back any further reaction. The unsub glanced back at Hotch, his grin widening.

“Let’s see how your boss likes watching this.”

Hotch’s voice was like steel, calm but deadly. “This won’t end well for you.”

The unsub chuckled, clearly unfazed by Hotch’s words. He made another cut, deeper this time, and you couldn’t suppress the sharp intake of breath that followed. Your knees buckled slightly, but you caught yourself, trying to keep your expression neutral.

“I’m fine, Hotch,” you forced out, your voice tight but controlled. “I can handle it.”

But the unsub wasn’t done. He stepped back, and before you could react, his boot slammed into your side with a sickening thud. The force of the kick sent you sprawling to the ground, gasping for air as pain radiated through your ribs. You heard Hotch shift in his seat, his breath quickening slightly.

“You touch her again, and I will kill you,” Hotch growled, his voice dark and dangerous.

The unsub laughed, as though he’d been waiting for this. “Oh, I see how it is. You care about her, don’t you?” He took a good look at you for a moment, almost examining--soaking you in. “I can see why, she’s great to look at.” He turned his back to you and strolled over to where Hotch sat, looming over him like a shadow. “Well, let’s see how you do under pressure, then.”

The next moments were a blur of violence. The unsub laid into Hotch with calculated precision, each punch, each strike designed to inflict maximum pain without killing him. Hotch took it without a sound, his body recoiling with each hit but never breaking.

You pushed yourself up to your knees, your vision swimming from the pain in your ribs, but all you could focus on was Hotch. His face was bloodied, a bruise blooming under his eye, and still, he remained stoic, silent. But you could see it—the cracks in his armor. He was hurting, badly.

“Stop!” you screamed, your voice hoarse and raw. “Please, stop!”

The unsub paused, glancing back at you with a smug expression. “Oh, look. She’s finally begging.” He took a step toward you, but you shook your head, forcing yourself to your feet, wobbling slightly as you stood. “I love it when women beg.”

“Take me,” you said, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. “He’s not going to break, but I will. Just... just leave him alone.”

Hotch’s head snapped toward you, blood dripping from his split lip. “No,” he rasped, his voice thick with pain. “Don’t. Don’t offer yourself up like that. I can handle it.”

You shook your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes despite your efforts to keep them at bay. “Not like this, Aaron. Not like this.”

The unsub watched the exchange with amusement before turning his attention back to you. “Oh, I like this,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. “But don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll get to you soon enough.”

He grabbed you again, pulling you toward the center of the room. Hotch struggled to rise, grunting in pain as he tried to pull himself up. “Leave her alone!” he shouted, his voice raw with desperation.

You looked back at him, trying to hold yourself together as the unsub loomed over you. “It’s fine, Hotch,” you said, your voice shaking. “It’s just pain. I can take it.”

But as the unsub raised his hand again, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on.

The unsub’s hand slammed across your face, a sharp sting that sent your head snapping to the side. You tasted blood on your lip, and for a brief moment, the room tilted. You blinked, trying to focus, to hold yourself together. But the pain was starting to feel like too much—your ribs ached, your arm burned, and your head throbbed with every heartbeat.

Hotch’s voice cut through the haze, low and dangerous. “Stop this. Whatever you’re after, you won’t get it this way.”

The unsub ignored him, grabbing your chin roughly, forcing you to look into the camera that was still streaming every agonizing moment back to the police station. The team had to be watching, helplessly trying to track down where you were.

“Tell them how much pain you’re in,” the unsub hissed in your ear, his fingers biting into your skin. “Tell them how much it hurts.”

You gritted your teeth, refusing to give him what he wanted. “I’m fine,” you spat, voice thick with defiance. “I’ve had worse.”

Hotch’s eyes met yours from across the room. His face was battered, but his gaze was unwavering. He knew you were lying, and so did you.

The unsub’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, I think you’re lying, sweetheart.” He released you suddenly, and you stumbled, barely catching yourself. He turned his back on you, walking over to Hotch with slow, deliberate steps.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched the unsub crouch down in front of Hotch, his voice dropping to a low whisper that sent chills down your spine.

“You’re the leader, right?” the unsub said, his tone mocking. “You keep things under control, make sure everyone follows orders. But what happens when you can’t protect the people closest to you? When you’re helpless?”

Hotch’s gaze stayed locked on the unsub, not giving an inch, but you could see the tension in his body—the way his hands clenched behind him, the way his jaw tightened.

The unsub suddenly grabbed Hotch by the collar and dragged him to his feet. You struggled against your restraints, your body screaming in pain, but you couldn’t just sit there and watch. You knew what was coming.

“Leave him alone!” you shouted, your voice hoarse and desperate.

But the unsub didn’t even look at you. He slammed Hotch against the wall, the sound of the impact reverberating through the small room. Hotch groaned in pain, and your heart clenched. The unsub turned Hotch to face the camera, one hand gripping his neck.

“Let’s see how long your leader lasts,” the unsub sneered.

You watched in horror as the unsub started to beat Hotch again, this time harder, each blow landing with sickening force. Hotch gritted his teeth, trying to remain stoic, but you could see the pain etched on his face, the way his body sagged with each hit.

Your chest tightened, panic bubbling up inside you. “Stop! Please!” you begged, tears spilling down your cheeks now, despite your best efforts to stay strong.

The unsub paused, his fist hovering mid-air, and he turned to look at you. “Ah, now we’re getting somewhere,” he mused, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You care about him, don’t you?”

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. The unsub stepped away from Hotch, walking back toward you, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He knelt down beside you, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face in a disturbingly gentle gesture.

“Tell me,” he whispered. “How much would you sacrifice to keep him safe? Would you take the rest of the punishment yourself?”

Hotch’s voice, strained but strong, cut through the air. “Don’t. Don’t do it.”

But you couldn’t stop the words from spilling out. “Yes,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll take it. Just... just leave him alone.”

The unsub grinned, standing up and looking back at Hotch. “Well, well. Looks like someone’s finally breaking.”

You closed your eyes, trying to prepare yourself for what was coming. The pain, the torment—anything to keep the unsub away from Hotch. But when the first blow didn’t come, you opened your eyes to find the unsub standing over you, savoring the moment.

“Not yet,” he said, his smile widening. “We’ll get back to you.”

And with that, he turned on his heel and left the room, leaving you and Hotch alone again.

Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, the adrenaline making your hands shake. The room felt smaller now, the walls closing in as you looked over at Hotch. He was still on his knees, breathing heavily, his face a mess of blood and bruises. Your heart ached at the sight of him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I’m so sorry, Aaron.”

Hotch raised his head, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “Don’t apologize,” he said quietly. “You did what you had to.”

You swallowed hard, the guilt gnawing at you. “I couldn’t just sit there and watch... I couldn’t—”

“I know,” Hotch interrupted gently. “I know. But you don’t have to sacrifice yourself for me.”

You shook your head, blinking back more tears. “I couldn’t stand seeing him hurt you like that.”

Hotch’s expression softened even further, but he remained firm. “We’re getting out of this. I need you to stay focused. The team will find us. They will.”

You nodded, but the doubt still lingered in the back of your mind. The unsub wasn’t finished with you, and you both knew it.

As the minutes ticked by, you sat in silence, your body aching, your mind racing. The camera continued to roll, the live feed still broadcasting every second to the team. They had to be watching. They were out there, trying to find you.

But how much longer could you hold on?

The room was silent again, except for the faint hum of the camera above, recording every breath, every moment of vulnerability. You tried to focus on your breathing, to push the pain from your mind, but it clung to you, heavy and unrelenting. Hotch, still battered and bleeding, was watching you carefully, though you could see the strain in his expression.

The weight of what had just happened was suffocating. You couldn’t stop replaying it in your head—Hotch being beaten, you begging the unsub to stop, offering yourself up. It gnawed at you, how easily you'd cracked. But seeing him in pain, seeing him suffer, had done something to you that you couldn’t control.

Hotch watched you through the haze of his own pain, his mind racing. He had seen that look in your eyes—the desperation, the willingness to throw yourself into harm's way just to protect him. It unsettled him in a way he hadn’t expected. He was used to being the one in control, the one making sacrifices. But you... you had stepped forward without hesitation, offering yourself up, willing to take the pain so he wouldn’t have to.

She can’t do this, Hotch thought, his heart pounding in his chest. She shouldn’t be willing to sacrifice herself for me. I’m supposed to protect her, not the other way around. His mind reeled at the thought of you taking on more of the torture, the way you flinched with each blow, the way you offered yourself so freely. The fear gripped him tighter than any physical pain.

She’s stronger than this, Hotch told himself, trying to steady his breathing. But the image of you crumpling under the unsub’s blows, your voice breaking as you told him you could handle it—it haunted him. He wasn’t just scared of what the unsub would do next; he was terrified that you would break yourself for him.

Hotch closed his eyes for a moment, fighting the wave of nausea from his own injuries. He knew he had to stay composed, had to be strong for you, but the thought of watching you suffer again—of you offering yourself up for his sake—made his blood run cold.

“Hotch,” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the stillness. “I don’t know how much longer...”

“Don’t,” Hotch interrupted his tone firm despite the weariness in his eyes. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

You swallowed hard, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill again. “But you—”

“We’re getting out of this,” Hotch said, his voice low but resolute. “You’re stronger than this. Stronger than him.”

You wanted to believe him; you really did. But the pain was overwhelming, and the sight of Hotch—bloodied, bruised, and barely holding on—only made it worse. You clenched your fists behind your back, trying to push through the wave of emotion. You had to stay strong. For him.

The door creaked open again, and the unsub sauntered back into the room, his eyes gleaming with that same twisted pleasure. You felt your stomach drop, knowing what was coming next.

“Well, well,” the unsub said, clapping his hands together softly as if congratulating himself on his handiwork. “Looks like you two have had a nice little heart-to-heart.”

You shot him a glare, trying to summon whatever defiance you had left. “If you’re looking for applause, you’re not getting any.”

He smirked, amused by your attempt at resistance. “Oh, trust me, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.”

Without another word, he crossed the room and stood between you and Hotch, his presence looming like a dark cloud. He looked from you to Hotch as though deciding who to start with this time.

Hotch, ever the protector, locked eyes with the unsub. “If you’re trying to break us, you’ll have to do better than this,” he said, his voice steady despite the pain you knew he was in.

The unsub’s grin widened, and before you knew what was happening, he swung at Hotch, his fist connecting with Hotch’s already bloodied face. You gasped, your heart pounding in your chest as Hotch slumped back against the wall, his head hanging forward for a moment.

“Stop!” you screamed, your voice cracking. “Please, just stop!”

But the unsub ignored you. He grabbed Hotch by the collar, lifting him slightly and slamming him back against the wall again. Hotch groaned, his face twisted in pain, but he still didn’t cry out. He refused to give the unsub the satisfaction.

“Leave him alone!” you shouted, your throat raw from the strain. “Take me! I’m the one who—”

The unsub dropped Hotch and turned to you, his eyes gleaming with that sick pleasure again. “I’ll get to you in a minute,” he sneered, “As much as I love hearing those pretty lips of yours beg.” 

He stepped toward you, and for the first time, real fear crept into your chest. You had been hurt before, but this time felt different. The way he looked at you—like you were nothing more than prey—it sent a chill down your spine. You wanted to fight back, to stay strong, but your body was weak, your mind exhausted from the pain and the fear.

But as the unsub reached for you, something inside you snapped. You couldn’t let him win. Not like this.

“You think you’re in control?” you spat, glaring at him despite the terror clawing at your insides. “You’re nothing. Just a sad little man who gets off on hurting people because that’s the only way you feel powerful.”

The unsub froze, his hand hovering in the air for a moment. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a twisted smile.

“Oh,” he said softly, his voice dripping with malice, “you’ve got some fire in you, don’t you? I like that.”

He grabbed your arm, yanking you to your feet with a force that made your head spin. The pain from your ribs flared up again, and you gasped, but you refused to cry out. You refused to give him the satisfaction.

Hotch stirred, his voice hoarse but determined. “Don’t touch her,” he growled, his eyes blazing with fury.

The unsub laughed, a low, chilling sound. “What are you going to do, hero? You can’t even stand.”

He dragged you closer to the camera, forcing your face toward the lens. “Tell your friends how much pain you’re in,” he hissed in your ear. “Let them see how helpless you are.”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to speak, but the pain in your body was overwhelming. Your knees buckled, and you sank to the floor, gasping for breath.

The unsub turned to Hotch, his smile widening. “Let’s see how much longer she lasts.”

He reached for you again, and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the next wave of pain. But then, something shifted in the room—something subtle but palpable. The unsub’s attention flicked toward the door as a faint sound echoed through the hall outside.

It was distant, barely audible, but it was there: the unmistakable click of footsteps.

The unsub’s expression darkened. He glanced back at the camera, then at the door, his confidence wavering for the first time. You could feel it—the team was close. They were coming for you.

For a brief moment, hope flickered in your chest.

The unsub grabbed you by the hair, pulling you roughly to your feet once more. “Looks like time’s running out,” he snarled, his voice filled with anger. He dragged you toward the wall, pressing you against it, his knife flashing in the dim light. “It’s a shame we’re out of time. I was planning to have some real fun with you later. Would’ve been a waste to keep a body like yours all to myself, though.”

Your stomach lurched in disgust, and you could feel Hotch’s eyes burning into the unsub, his rage palpable in the air. The unsub’s words were laced with a crude, vile intent, his objectification of you stoking a fire in Hotch that was barely contained.

Hotch’s jaw clenched so tightly you could hear his teeth grinding together. His breath came faster, shallow, his muscles tensing despite the pain coursing through him. The sight of the unsub touching you, treating you like something to be played with—it ignited a rage in him that he hadn’t felt in years.

“Don’t you touch her,” Hotch growled, his voice low, lethal, but the unsub just laughed.

“Or what?” the unsub taunted, his knife pressing closer to your skin. “You’re not in control here. But don’t worry... maybe I’ll let you watch when it gets really interesting. Unless this is something you’ve already seen?” The unsub lifted the hem of your top with the tip of the blade. 

Hotch’s vision blurred with fury. The pain in his body was forgotten, overtaken by the single, blinding need to stop this man—this monster—from doing any more harm to you. Every fiber of his being screamed to break free, to put himself between you and the unsub, but he was bound, helpless to intervene.

The unsub glanced back at Hotch, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, reveling in the power he held over you both.

But then, the sound of footsteps outside grew louder—closer. The unsub stiffened, his smirk faltering for the first time. He looked back toward the door, his confidence slipping as the realization hit.

The team was coming. They were almost here.

Hotch struggled, trying to rise to his feet, but his body betrayed him, slumping back against the floor in agony. His voice, broken and strained, called out to you. “Y/N...”

You turned your head slightly, meeting Hotch’s gaze. His eyes were filled with pain—both physical and emotional—but beneath it all, you could see the same thing that you felt: hope.

“They’re coming,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “They’re coming for us.”

The unsub pressed the blade to your throat, his breath hot against your ear. “Let’s see if they get here in time.”

The unsub’s knife pressed harder against your throat, the cold steel biting into your skin. You could hear his heavy breathing, and feel his rage as the sound of footsteps outside the door grew louder. Your heart raced, hope and terror battling for control in your chest.

“They’re coming,” you whispered again, your voice hoarse, but the unsub didn’t waver.

“They won’t make it in time,” he hissed, his grip tightening. And then, with a sickening twist, he drove the knife into your side.

A sharp, searing pain shot through your body, and you gasped, eyes wide, your knees buckling as your strength left you. The world blurred around the edges, the sound of the door crashing open barely registering over the ringing in your ears.

“FBI! Drop the weapon!” Morgan’s voice boomed through the room, and you heard more shouting—Prentiss, Rossi—all of them rushing in at once.

The unsub was yanked away from you, the knife slipping from his grip as the team tackled him to the ground. There was chaos, shouting, and the sound of handcuffs clinking, but it all faded into the background as you crumpled to the floor, clutching your side, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Medic! We need a medic!” JJ’s voice rang out, panic clear as she ran to your side. 

Hotch, battered and beaten, was still tied up, his eyes wide with horror as he watched you fall. His body screamed in pain, but he fought against the restraints with renewed desperation.

“Get these off!” he shouted, his voice raw, barely recognizable. Rossi hurried over, fumbling with the ropes that bound Hotch’s wrists, finally freeing him.

The moment Hotch’s hands were free, he pushed himself up—his body protesting every movement, but he didn’t care. Stumbling forward, he rushed to your side, collapsing next to you, his hands hovering just above your body as if afraid to touch you.

“Y/N,” Hotch rasped, his voice thick with fear, his fingers trembling as they hovered over the wound in your side. Blood soaked through your shirt, and you tried to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, though the pain was excruciating, your breath coming in shallow gasps. “I... I’ll be fine.”

Hotch shook his head, his face a mask of anguish. “No, no, you stay with me. Do you hear me? Stay with me.”

His voice was fierce, but beneath it, there was desperation. Hotch never panicked, never faltered, but the thought of losing you like this, after everything, was more than he could bear. He could see it in your eyes—you were slipping, and it was breaking him apart.

You swallowed, tasting copper, the metallic tang of blood in your mouth. You could feel yourself weakening, the strength draining from your limbs, but you couldn’t let him see. He’s already been through too much. If I let go now, he’ll blame himself. 

The thought tightened your chest more than the injury ever could. You blinked, trying to focus on Hotch’s face, trying to reassure him, even though you could feel the darkness creeping in at the edges of your vision.

The rest of the team was moving in a blur around you—Prentiss restraining the unsub, Morgan barking orders for backup, but all you could focus on was Hotch. His eyes, usually so composed and controlled, were wide with fear and panic etched into every line of his face.

You reached up, your hand trembling as you placed it on his arm. “Hotch... I’m okay,” you tried again, your voice fading, but you saw the tears gathering in his eyes, his composure crumbling.

“Don’t you dare,” Hotch whispered fiercely, his voice barely holding together. “Don’t you dare leave me.”

The medics rushed in then, pushing Hotch aside as they worked to assess the damage. He refused to leave your side, kneeling next to you, his hand gripping yours tightly as if his sheer willpower could keep you tethered to him.

You tried to speak, but the world was growing darker, slipping away despite your best efforts to hold on. The last thing you felt was the pressure of Hotch’s hand in yours, the sound of his voice fading as you drifted into unconsciousness.

The doors to the ambulance swung open, and Hotch immediately followed the medics as they loaded you in. His eyes never left your still form, pale and lifeless on the stretcher. He climbed in without a second thought, his heart pounding in his chest, the fear gnawing at him like never before. The doors slammed shut behind him as the sirens blared to life, the ambulance speeding away from the scene.

Rossi and Emily stood back, watching as the vehicle disappeared down the street, lights flashing in the distance. The adrenaline was still coursing through them, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in.

Rossi glanced at Emily, a knowing look in his eyes. “Well,” he muttered, crossing his arms, “I think we know who Hotch’s girlfriend is.”

Emily blinked, her eyes still fixed on the ambulance. “How did I not see that?” she asked, more to herself than to Rossi. She shook her head, disbelief washing over her. “I mean, I knew they were close, but I had no idea…”

Rossi chuckled softly, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t think either of them have any idea how deep they’re in, to be honest.”

Emily nodded, still processing everything. “They’ve been so... professional, even when they flirt. I just thought it was part of the banter, part of their dynamic.”

Rossi’s smile faded, and he glanced back down the road where the ambulance had disappeared. “Sometimes it takes a situation like this to realize what’s really going on. I’m not sure Hotch has come to terms with it, though. And her?” He sighed. “She’s strong, but she’ll need him more than she realizes.”

Emily looked back at Rossi, a concerned frown on her face. “You think they’ll be okay?”

Rossi nodded slowly, his eyes still focused on the distant sirens. “If they can survive this, I think they’ll be just fine. But it’s going to take them both a while to get there.”

They stood in silence for a moment, both knowing that nothing would be the same for Hotch—or you—after this. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, and as the sirens grew fainter, they both turned back to finish the job they’d started, a new understanding between them.

The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway buzzed quietly as the doors to the emergency room swung open. The paramedics rushed you in on the stretcher, doctors and nurses immediately converging on you, assessing the severity of your injuries. Hotch was right behind them, his breath shallow and his body screaming in pain, but he didn’t care. His focus was entirely on you.

The team arrived moments later, filing into the waiting area with wide eyes and worried expressions. Prentiss and JJ exchanged tense glances; Reid and Penelope seemed at a loss for words, while Rossi and Morgan hung back, trying to remain calm, though the gravity of the situation was weighing on all of them.

Hotch, standing just outside the trauma room, watched as they wheeled you through the doors, taking you straight to surgery. His fists clenched, jaw tight as he turned to one of the doctors in a white coat who approached him.

“Sir, we need to check you out,” the doctor said, glancing at the cuts and bruises covering Hotch’s face. “You’ve clearly been injured. We need to—”

“I’m fine,” Hotch snapped, his voice sharp and irritable. He didn’t have time for this. “I need to know what’s happening with her.”

The doctor blinked, surprised by the intensity in Hotch’s voice. “She’s being taken into surgery, but we need to—”

“Is Dr. Stevens performing the surgery?” Hotch cut in, his tone brusque. “She’s gets nauseous from certain anesthetics--Has that been noted? Do they know her medical history? She had a shoulder injury years ago—it could complicate the procedure if they don’t know—”

The doctor raised his hands, trying to calm Hotch down. “We have her records, but we need you to sit down so we can—”

“She’s had issues with her blood pressure before,” Hotch continued, not listening. “Do they know that? Do they know she’s—”

“Agent Hotchner,” the doctor said firmly, cutting him off. “We will take care of her. But we need to take care of you first. You’re bleeding, and you could have internal injuries.”

Hotch’s face hardened, his patience wearing thin. “I don’t care about me. Just tell me what’s happening with her.”

The doctor sighed, clearly exasperated. “Sir, I understand you’re concerned, but you’re not helping by refusing treatment.”

Before Hotch could retort, Derek Morgan stepped up, placing a firm hand on Hotch’s shoulder. “Hey, man,” he said, his voice calm but insistent. “You need to take a step back.”

Hotch shook his head, his eyes still locked on the trauma room doors. “I can’t just stand here—”

“You’re not any good to her like this,” Derek said, stepping in front of him, forcing Hotch to meet his gaze. “You’re bleeding from your face, probably have a couple broken ribs. You need to let the doctors do their job.” Hotch opened his mouth to argue again, but Derek tightened his grip on his shoulder. “Look, I get it. You want to make sure she’s okay. But you’re no good to her—or anyone—if you don’t let them help you. You need to sit down.”

Hotch’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands still clenched into fists, but the fire in his eyes dimmed slightly as Derek’s words sank in. He knew Derek was right—knew that his stubbornness wasn’t going to help you. But the thought of sitting in the waiting room, powerless, while you were in surgery was unbearable.

Reluctantly, Hotch nodded, the fight draining from his body. “Fine,” he muttered, his voice low. “But I need to know as soon as she’s out of surgery.”

Derek gave him a firm nod. “You will. But right now, you need to let them patch you up. She’s in good hands.”

Hotch cast one last glance at the trauma room doors before turning toward the doctors, the weight of everything pressing down on him.

Hotch sat on the edge of the hospital bed, his body tense as the nurse carefully cleaned the cuts on his face and arms. The antiseptic stung, but he barely felt it. His mind was elsewhere—back in that dark room, watching as the unsub’s knife sank into your side.

The pain in his own body was nothing compared to the images flashing in his mind. He knew that pain—the searing, sharp agony of a knife tearing through flesh. He had felt it before, when Foyet had plunged the blade into him, over and over. The memory was vivid, the way the air had left his lungs, the way his body had screamed in agony. He didn’t wish that pain on anyone, least of all you.

As the nurse worked, Hotch’s mind drifted to Haley. The sight of her lifeless body, the blood... the feeling of being too late, of having failed her. It haunted him, even now. The parallels to this moment were too close for comfort, and he couldn’t shake the fear that he was about to lose someone else he cared about. The thought of walking into another hospital room to find a body—your body—was unbearable.

His hands clenched into fists, the sense of helplessness gnawing at him. I should have protected her. I should have done more. The weight of it pressed down on him, suffocating. 

Hotch had never been one to care much about labels. It wasn’t about being your “boyfriend”—he felt far too old for that, and it had never seemed important before. But as he sat there in the hospital room, the lack of definition, the absence of a clear place in your life gnawed at him. It wasn’t about a title; it was about the undeniable connection he felt, a place he knew he held but had never acknowledged, not even to himself.

From the officers at the local PD to his own team subtly questioning his personal life, there was nothing tangible that tied the two of you together in a world where nothing felt certain anymore. And that absence—of control, of clarity—bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

The nurse wrapped a bandage around his ribs, and Hotch exhaled sharply, the pain in his side flaring up. His ribs had probably cracked under the unsub’s blows, but it felt insignificant compared to the storm raging inside him. He had been through this before—too many times. He knew what loss felt like, and the fear that it could happen again gripped him harder than any physical injury.

Just as the thoughts threatened to spiral out of control, the door to the examination room opened, and the doctor walked in, pulling Hotch from the whirlwind of his mind.

“Agent Hotchner,” the doctor began, glancing at the chart in his hands. “I wanted to give you an update on her condition.”

Hotch’s heart pounded in his chest, his body going still as he waited for the words.

“The surgery went well,” the doctor continued. “It was very quick, and we were able to stop the bleeding without any complications. She has two broken ribs from the impact, but we’ve stitched the stab wound, and she’s stable.”

Hotch exhaled, the tension in his chest easing just slightly. But the doctor wasn’t finished.

“She also has stitches on her face from the cuts and bruising across her body, but physically, she’s going to be okay.”

Hotch nodded, the weight of the news sinking in. Physically, you would heal. But the mental scars—he knew all too well—might linger much longer.

“Can I see her?” Hotch asked, his voice rough, barely holding back the urgency.

The doctor nodded. “She’s being moved to recovery now. You can see her soon. Right now, it is only immediate family.”

Hotch’s jaw tightened, the words cutting through him like a blade. Immediate family. The phrase echoed in his mind, and for a moment, he froze. But then, without hesitation, he straightened, meeting the doctor’s gaze with unwavering resolve.

“We’re her family,” Hotch said, his voice steady but firm. “All of us—me, the team. And I’m her...” He paused for just a beat, his eyes hardening with determination as he found the words. “I’m her significant other.”

The doctor studied him for a moment, as if weighing the weight of his words, then nodded in understanding. “Alright. I’ll let the staff know. You can see her when she’s settled.”

Hotch gave a slight nod in return, the tension in his chest easing just a little. It wasn’t about the label—it never had been—but in that moment, it gave him a sense of control, a way to protect you, to stay by your side.

Hotch returned to the waiting room, his steps slow but deliberate, the weight of the past few hours pressing heavily on his shoulders. The team looked up as he approached, their eyes filled with anticipation and concern.

He took a moment to gather his thoughts, trying to find the right words. “She’s out of surgery,” Hotch began, his voice low but steady. “It went well. They were able to stop the bleeding, and she’s stable. She has two broken ribs and stitches, but physically... she’s going to be okay.”

A collective sigh of relief washed over the room, and the tension that had gripped the team loosened ever so slightly. Prentiss exchanged a relieved glance with JJ, and Morgan leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply.

Before Hotch could say anything more, a nurse stepped into the room, interrupting the moment. “Excuse me,” she said, glancing at the group. “Only one person can visit at a time for now. If her boyfriend would like to join her, we can take you back.”

There was a beat of silence as the words hung in the air.

The team collectively froze, exchanging looks of surprise and confusion. Prentiss raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking toward Hotch, while Morgan’s eyes widened just a fraction, caught off guard. Penelope’s jaw dropped, eyes bugging out at Hotch. JJ and Reid blinked, clearly processing the revelation, and Rossi, ever the observer, simply gave a knowing smile.

Hotch, for his part, didn’t flinch. He nodded to the nurse, his expression calm and composed, even as the team’s unspoken questions swirled around him. “Thank you,” he replied, his voice steady. “I’ll go in.”

The nurse gestured for him to follow, and as he turned to leave, he could feel the eyes of his team on him, the weight of their surprise lingering in the room behind him.

As Hotch followed the nurse down the hall, the team watched him disappear around the corner. The moment he was out of earshot, they exchanged looks, the silence quickly breaking into hushed whispers.

Penelope, sitting on the edge of her seat, was the first to speak. “Did anyone else hear that? Boyfriend? Boyfriend?!” Her eyes were wide, and she looked from one teammate to the next, waiting for someone to confirm she wasn’t imagining things.

Morgan raised his eyebrows, glancing at the others. “Oh, I heard it too.”

Prentiss leaned back in her chair, still processing. “I mean, I knew there was something between them, but... boyfriend?”

JJ smiled softly, though she still looked surprised. “I knew they were close, but wow.”

Rossi sat quietly, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Well, it was bound to come out sooner or later.”

Reid, who had been silent until now, spoke up, his brow furrowed in thought. “Maybe Hotch just said that so he could get in to see her. You know, bypass the whole ‘immediate family’ rule.”

Morgan shook his head, smirking. “Reid, you really think Hotch would lie about something like that just to get in the room? No chance. There’s more going on there.”

Penelope nodded vigorously. “Morgan’s right. That was not just an excuse.”

Prentiss crossed her arms, still mulling over the revelation. “They’ve been like this for a while. It’s always been there.”

Rossi, always the observer, leaned back and added, “I don’t think either of them realizes how deep they’re in. But they’re definitely in it.”

The group fell into a brief silence, each of them now piecing together the subtle interactions they’d seen between you and Hotch over the months. The signs had always been there, but now it all seemed to make sense.

You blinked groggily as the haze of anesthesia began to wear off, the bright lights of the hospital room slowly coming into focus. Everything felt heavy, your body aching, but the familiar presence beside you—Hotch standing near your bed—brought a wave of relief.

“Hotch?” you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep.

He stood close, his eyes full of concern but also unmistakable relief. “I’m here,” he said softly, his voice steady and reassuring.

Despite the pain radiating through your body, a small smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth. Even in your state, you couldn’t help yourself. “I guess I’m still alive... which means you didn’t mess up too badly.”

Hotch blinked, clearly caught off guard by your comment. A faint smile flickered on his lips as he raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, who just got out of surgery here?”

You let out a soft, breathy laugh, immediately wincing as the pain in your ribs flared up. “Yeah, yeah... I know,” you said, your voice still playful. “But someone’s gotta keep you humble.”

Hotch’s expression softened, the tension in his posture easing slightly. “You should be resting,” he said, though there was a faint trace of humor in his voice. “Not trying to be a smartass.”

You smiled, though it was more of a pained grin. “Can’t help it. It’s part of my charm.”

For a moment, the two of you shared a look, your usual teasing and banter making the heavy weight of everything feel just a little bit lighter. Hotch, despite everything, couldn’t help but feel relieved—you were still you.

“Yeah,” Hotch replied, allowing himself a small smile. “I’m beginning to see that.”

You let out a small chuckle, though the pain in your ribs quickly reminded you not to push it. You winced, shifting slightly on the bed. Hotch immediately stepped closer, his concern flickering back into his expression.

“Easy,” he said softly, his hand hovering near yours but hesitating, as if unsure whether to offer comfort or give you space. “You’re still healing.”

You smirked, wincing again as you tried to adjust. “Guess I’m going to have to take it easy for a while, huh? Don’t worry... I’ll let you wait on me hand and foot.”

Hotch shook his head, but there was a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t think you’re going to need much help with that,” he replied dryly, his voice laced with amusement. “You seem to be managing just fine.”

You grinned, even through the discomfort, enjoying the back-and-forth. “Hey, you owe me. I took a knife for you.”

Hotch’s expression faltered for just a second, the weight of your words pulling him back to the reality of what had happened. His gaze flicked to your bandaged side, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“You shouldn’t have had to,” he said quietly, the lightness in his tone replaced with something more serious.

You sighed, the teasing fading for a moment as you met his gaze. “I would do it again,” you said softly, your voice more sincere. “For you? Every time.”

Hotch didn’t respond right away, his eyes searching yours. The intensity of your words hung between you, and for the first time since the surgery, you could see the depth of emotion in his eyes—the worry, the guilt, the relief. It was all there, unspoken but palpable.

He finally nodded, swallowing thickly. “And I’ll make sure you never have to again.”

You smiled at him, the moment heavy but comforting in its own way. “Good,” you said, breaking the tension with a hint of playfulness. “Because next time, you’re buying dinner first.”

Hotch chuckled, the sound soft and low, but it was enough to bring a warmth to the room that hadn’t been there before. “Deal,” he said, his voice lighter once again. “Now, get some rest. We’ll talk about your ‘waiting hand and foot’ plan later.”

You had been in the hospital for a couple of days now, resting and recovering. The team had stopped by to check in on you, offering support and making sure you were comfortable, but no one brought up the “boyfriend” comment. It seemed like they were all content to brush past it, letting you heal in peace without probing into whatever was happening between you and Hotch.

Now, it was just you, Penelope, and Hotch in the room. Penelope was sitting next to your bed, keeping the conversation light, as always, while Hotch stood nearby, his usual quiet presence comforting but still charged with that underlying tension you hadn’t fully addressed.

The nurse entered with a clipboard and a warm smile. “Good news,” she said, glancing between the three of you. “You’re being discharged today.”

You smiled back weakly, the exhaustion from your recovery still weighing on you. “Finally,” you murmured.

The nurse glanced at her paperwork. “We just need to arrange for your ride home. Will your boyfriend be taking you?” she asked, her tone casual.

Without thinking, you immediately blurted out, “I don’t have a—” But you paused, suddenly realizing who she might have meant. Your eyes flicked toward Hotch, the gears turning in your head as the weight of the comment settled. Did she mean Hotch?

Before you could find the words to clarify, Penelope looked at you, surprised. “What do you mean? I thought Hotch was your boyfriend?”

The air felt heavy all of a sudden, the words hanging between you. You opened your mouth to respond, the confusion and unease already bubbling up inside you, but Hotch cut in smoothly.

“Yes,” he said, his voice steady and calm. “I’ll be taking her home.”

You blinked, the moment spinning out of your control before you even had time to process it. Penelope beamed at his confirmation, seemingly oblivious to the internal storm that was starting to brew in your chest. She began helping you gather your things, chatting away as if everything was perfectly normal.

But it wasn’t. Not for you.

As the nurse continued explaining your discharge instructions, Hotch was listening intently, nodding as she described how you’d need help with bandage changes, rest, and general care over the next few days. But you weren’t paying attention anymore. Your thoughts were spinning, crashing into each other in a swirl of emotions you couldn’t untangle.

Panic. This was unexpected. Did Hotch mean what he said, or was he just saying it to smooth over the situation? There had been no conversation, no agreement between the two of you. The suddenness of it, this label, felt like it had been thrust upon you without your consent. The weight of the moment pressed down, tightening your chest.

Anger. He should have spoken to you first. If he had made this declaration in front of the team—or worse, if he genuinely believed this was something you had agreed to—it wasn’t fair. It felt like a line had been crossed without warning, a decision made without your input. You hadn’t even had the chance to figure things out for yourself, let alone with him.

Fear. This changes everything. A label like “boyfriend” brings expectations, complications, and shifts in dynamics you weren’t sure you were prepared for. You hadn’t even begun to navigate your feelings about Jack, about what it meant to be a part of Hotch’s life outside of the team. What if this label, this step, was too much too soon?

Confusion. What are we, really? There were too many unanswered questions, and too many parts of this relationship that were undefined. It wasn’t just about you and Hotch anymore; his son, his responsibilities, and his life outside the job added layers you hadn’t fully explored. Could you really handle all of that?

Frustration. Hotch had always been measured and thoughtful in his actions, but this felt rushed, impulsive. You couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration at his decision to jump into something so big without a conversation. It felt blindsiding like the ground had shifted beneath your feet without warning. And the scariest part? You couldn’t shake the thought: What if this ruins everything?

You were yanked from your spiraling thoughts when the nurse handed Hotch a few papers. “Here’s the aftercare sheet,” she said. “It explains how to change her bandages and monitor her pain levels. She’ll need rest, of course, but with your help, she should recover well.”

Hotch nodded, his focus completely on the nurse’s instructions, but you were still caught in the whirlwind of emotions, your mind racing.

The discharge process had gone by in a blur. The nurse’s instructions, Penelope’s cheerful goodbyes—it all felt distant, like you were moving through the motions but not really present. Soon enough, you found yourself outside, the cool air brushing against your skin as Hotch opened the car door for you. You settled into the passenger seat, your body still sore from the ordeal, but it was the silence that weighed on you more than the pain.

The car ride back was quiet. Too quiet. Hotch drove steadily, his eyes occasionally flicking toward you, but neither of you spoke. Normally, you’d have something witty or sarcastic to say to fill the space, but today... you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

You stared out the window, watching the city blur by, the tension between you and Hotch palpable but unspoken. The questions, the confusion, the frustration—it was all there, just beneath the surface, waiting for one of you to address it.

After a while, Hotch finally broke the silence. “You’re quiet,” he said, his voice calm but cautious. “That’s never a good sign.”

You didn’t respond immediately, still trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Hotch, sensing your hesitation, continued, his tone softer now. 

“I know we need to talk... about the label.” He paused for a moment, the weight of the word hanging in the air. “I didn’t... I didn’t mean to rush into anything. But I know we need to figure this out.” 

His hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. Even he seemed apprehensive, uncertain about what came next.

“I can see something’s on your mind,” Hotch added, glancing over at you again. “You never stay quiet for long. You always have something to say.”

You exhaled, your mind still racing with everything you’d been trying to process. He was right—you did always have something to say. But this? This was different. You weren’t sure where to even begin.

The tension in the car hung thick between you, and after Hotch’s gentle prodding, you felt the pressure to finally respond. You were still sorting through the whirlwind of emotions, but instead of diving into them head-on, you did what you always did—deflected with a sharp edge.

“Yeah, well,” you muttered, eyes still fixed on the window, “guess I’m not in the mood for small talk right now. Sorry to disappoint.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow, though his expression remained calm. “I didn’t expect small talk.”

You crossed your arms, your voice taking on a sarcastic bite. “Oh, right. You want to talk about... the label. Great.” You scoffed, finally turning your head to glance at him. “Well, since you’ve already declared yourself my boyfriend, I guess the conversation’s already been had, right?”

Hotch’s jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his tone measured. “I didn’t mean to make that decision for you.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you shot back, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. The brattiness in your voice masked the confusion and frustration bubbling beneath the surface, but it wasn’t hard to tell there was more you weren’t saying. “What, you couldn’t wait for me to be conscious for that part of the conversation?”

Hotch exhaled, his gaze steady on the road ahead. “I get why you’re upset,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “But this isn’t something I take lightly.”

You rolled your eyes, still not ready to back down. “Right. Well, maybe next time you can include me in the ‘significant other’ discussion before you start telling people I’m your girlfriend.”

Hotch didn’t say anything at first, but the slight shift in his expression told you all you needed to know. He was hurt. The sharp edge of your words had cut deeper than you’d intended. His jaw tightened, and for the first time in the conversation, he seemed genuinely taken aback.

He glanced at you briefly before speaking again, his voice quieter, more measured. “I didn’t realize... that’s how you felt about it. The label.”

You could hear the tension in his tone—the disappointment, the hurt—but it was masked under his usual calm demeanor. He was trying to hold it together, even now.

“I just...” Hotch paused, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he collected his thoughts. “I need to know where this is going. I can’t...” He hesitated, then continued, his voice tinged with a vulnerability you weren’t used to hearing from him. “I can’t be with someone if it’s not permanent.”

You blinked, his words catching you off guard. Permanent. The weight of it hit you like a ton of bricks.

“This whole situation—being in that hospital, hearing them say I wasn’t ‘family’—it clarified a lot for me. I can’t do something halfway. I have Jack to think about. You’re with me more often than not these days when I’m not working or with him, and I need to know how to balance that.”

The hospital had been a reminder of the importance of clarity. He couldn’t afford uncertainty, not with Jack in the picture. Relationships, especially one like this, needed structure—boundaries. His role as a father demanded it, and so did his position at the BAU. Blurring those lines without understanding what they were to each other was a risk, one he wasn’t willing to take without her being fully on board.

You stayed silent, but the biting sarcasm from before was still at the tip of your tongue. You wanted to lash out, to brush it off as another heavy conversation you weren’t ready for. But there was something in the way he looked at you—something real. Something that made you pause, if only for a moment.

Hotch sighed, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “If this isn’t something you want... if the label is a deal breaker for you, I need to know.”

You clenched your jaw, feeling a fresh wave of frustration rising up inside you. Deal breaker? You hadn’t even had time to process everything, let alone decide if you wanted something “permanent.” You felt cornered, like the decision had been made for you, and now you were just being asked to confirm it.

“So now you’re asking me if this is a deal breaker?” you shot back, your tone sharp. “You don’t think I’m overwhelmed? You don’t think I need time to figure this out?” You exhaled harshly, shaking your head. “I went into that case thinking we were... I don’t know, figuring things out along the way. Then I wake up to find out I’m halfway married or something?”

Hotch’s face remained calm, but the hurt was still there, just beneath the surface. You could tell he was trying to stay composed, but the weight of your words was sinking in.

“I never meant for you to feel that way,” Hotch said quietly. “I just—”

“Yeah, well, that’s how it feels,” you interrupted, your voice laced with a mix of frustration and sarcasm. “And I don’t even know how to handle all of this right now. My career, the team... it’s all a lot to process. And now you’re asking me about ‘permanent’? You didn’t even give me a chance to figure out if I wanted the label in the first place.”

The car was silent for a few moments, the air thick with unspoken tension. You were both hurt, both grappling with the weight of everything that had been left unsaid.

By the time you reached your apartment, the frustration had settled into a dull ache. Hotch parked the car, and despite your stubborn urge to insist you could handle yourself, you knew better. As much as you wanted to protest, the soreness in your body was a constant reminder that you needed help. Quietly, you let Hotch guide you inside, though you couldn’t help but pout a little, feeling more like a sulking child than an FBI agent.

Hotch, ever patient, didn’t comment on your mood as he helped you settle onto the couch, adjusting the pillows behind you to make sure you were comfortable. You shot him a look, but said nothing, biting back the urge to make a snarky remark. You knew you were acting childish, but the weight of everything was still sitting heavy on your chest.

Once you were settled, Hotch sat down next to you, the quiet stretching between you like a fragile thread.

“I’m ready to talk now,” you said finally, your voice still carrying a hint of attitude, but the sharp edge had softened. You weren’t quite ready to drop the sarcasm completely, but you knew this conversation was necessary.

Hotch simply nodded, his gaze steady on you, silently giving you the space to start.

Taking a breath, you glanced at him. “If I’m going to be... permanent in your life, with you and Jack, there are things we need to get straight.” Your tone was still tinged with a bit of defiance, but there was no denying the seriousness in your voice.

Hotch listened intently, his expression calm, but you knew him well enough to see that he was taking every word to heart.

“I want to get to know Jack more,” you continued. “I need to feel like I’m part of his life, not just someone who shows up occasionally.” You paused for a moment, then added, “And there need to be clear boundaries at work. I won’t be just ‘Agent Hotchner’s girlfriend.’ I worked too hard to get where I am to be reduced to that.”

Hotch gave a slight nod, his silence encouraging you to keep going.

“I still need my space,” you said, a bit of sarcasm creeping into your tone again. “My life. I’m not just going to revolve around you and your schedule.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Hotch’s mouth, but he stayed quiet, letting you lay it all out.

“I’m serious,” you added, your eyes narrowing. “I’ve worked too hard for my career. I won’t just be your... partner. I need to be seen as my own person.”

Hotch leaned back slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. He already knew all of this. Deep down, you could tell he respected you too much to think otherwise, but saying it aloud gave you some sense of control over a situation that had spiraled.

You sighed, a hint of vulnerability creeping into your voice. “I was wrong, though. We’ve been in a relationship this whole time, haven’t we?”

Hotch’s expression softened. “Maybe a little old-fashioned of me to not ask you to ‘go steady’ first,” he teased, the rare humor catching you off guard.

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah, you kind of missed the mark there, old man.”

Hotch chuckled, then his tone shifted to something more serious. “I took all of this into account long before now,” he said quietly, his voice full of certainty. “The moment we crossed that line... when the banter stopped being just banter, I knew what it meant. I knew what I was risking.”

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. “Oh, so you were playing with fire and didn’t even flinch?”

Hotch leaned in just slightly, his eyes locking with yours. “I knew it was worth the risk.”

You held his gaze, the tension between you shifting from uncertain to something far more solid. You could feel the weight of his words, the promise in them, but you weren’t about to let him have the last word.

“Well,” you said, your tone bold and flirty, “just don’t expect me to go easy on you. I’m not here to stroke your ego, Hotchner.”

Hotch’s smile deepened, a rare glimpse of amusement in his eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

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1. Wicked Game

Now That We Don’t Talk

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Mayfield OC

CW: Stepcest, unprotected p n v sex, cheating

She stared in the mirror, trying to see how else she could make herself look older as she looked at the way her hair was pinned up. Her face was still slightly round, too baby faced in her opinion. She was supposed to get married today. How was she supposed to do that when she still looked so young?

She brought her brush up again, trying to decide if her eyes needed a fresh coat of color when she listened to the door creaking open behind her. She straightened up a bit, biting down on her bottom lip as she followed the trail of the blonde boy behind her. 

His hair was tied out of his face, loose blonde curls drifting onto his forehead as he snaked his way up behind her. She squealed softly as he pressed her forward, hips digging into the counter as he rested his warm chest against her back. 

“You’re not supposed to see me.” Kim giggled, her face burning as Billy’s hands wandered across her curves. He leaned forward, chin falling into the crook of her neck as his lips curled into a smirk.

“You’re not in your dress yet,” He grinned mischievously as his hands gripped her tits. She whimpered as he palmed at her bra. It was simple. White, lacey and see through. It matched the pair of panties that she had on as well, “Just had to see you first.” He mumbled as his lips brushed against the crook of her neck.

“So impatient,” She bit her lip as she met his gaze in the mirror, “I want you.” She told him honestly, needing to feel his cock inside of her before things became official. Just before she was married. 

“One last time?” He asked her softly. She nodded her head, knowing it was too late for her to change her mind. She’d always give into him. 

He dragged his lips against the curve of her shoulders, making her sigh softly at the feeling. They were soft, but slightly rough at the same time. It felt nice as his large palms kneaded at her tits, squeezing softly as he began to rut his bulge against the curve of her ass.

She turned, arm moving behind his neck as she pressed her lips against his roughly. She moaned at the electricity that traveled through her veins, burning her as his lips dragged roughly against hers. 

He gripped her neck, squeezing her softly to keep her in place as he slid his tongue inside of her mouth. She moaned as she pressed her tongue against his, dragging slowly as she savored his taste on her tongue. 

She rubbed her fingers across his jawline softly, holding onto him as her tongue swirled around with his. She felt like she was floating, her mind hazy as he moved them onto their knees. She giggled against her mouth, sighing softly as he pushed her back onto the floor playfully.

“You look pretty,” He mumbled as he tugged at the straps of her bra, smirking before he removed her bra completely. She bit her bottom lip, dropping her eyes towards the floor. She still felt shy around him, especially when he looked at her so intensely, “Eyes up here.” He teased as he tapped his finger against her chin, making her follow his lead.

He traced his thumb lightly across the curve of her lips before he dropped his hands. His eyes stayed on hers, staring her down as he slid her panties aside. She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to keep her heart from hammering too roughly inside of her chest in case it decided to explode.

Her eyes drifted down his taut muscles, his golden skin as he pulled his pants down. She turned her gaze away from his eyes then, staring at his hardened cock as excitement pooled through her. She savored the curve of his cock, his thick girth as he gave himself a little squeeze. Then smirked all cocky, clearly knowing the effect that he had on her.

“What do you want?” He hummed softly as he drifted his tip through her pink folds, smearing his precum across her clit. She whimpered at the feeling, fingertips twitching as she remembered the feeling of the stretch of his cock. 

“You,” She breathed out at first, blinking roughly to keep her mind from fogging over. His gaze turned towards her in surprise, making her a little worried, “I want your cock.” She whispered softly, rolling her hips forward to make a point. His expression softened. Good save.

“I’ll treat you good,” He teased as he slid his tip against her hole, making her squirm as he slowly pushed himself inside of her, “That’s it, Red. Taking my cock like a good little whore.” He groaned as he filled himself to the brim, his balls pressing against her skin.

She shivered underneath him, trembling as he leaned over top of her. Her thighs fell against her chest, squishing her boobs as he crowded in on her. She moaned as the tip of his cock pressed against her bundle of nerves, making her croon as the pleasure toppled over her.

“Yeah?” He teased, mocking her as he used one hand to grip her chin. His warm air slid against her face, making her yearn for more as his minty taste tickled her features, “It feels that good?” He mocked, pouting out his bottom lip as he spoke all high of himself. But yeah. It really did.

“More,” She whimpered as she rocked her hips forward, her cunt squelching around his thick girth, “Please, Billy. Wanna feel more of you.” She begged him as she gripped a hold of his biceps.

He groaned as he dropped his head, just barely brushing his lips over hers as he began to build a steady pace. She sighed against his open mouth, clit throbbing in pleasure as her body burned from his motions. Her legs ached, chest felt heavy as he balanced his full weight on top of hers. 

Everything felt too intense as she writhed underneath him, trying to keep her eyes open as the lust spread through her body. Her veins were burning from the feeling of her skin on his, the feeling of her cunt wrapped tightly around his cock. LIke he belonged. It felt too perfect, almost too much. 

She tilted her head up, crashing her lips messily against his to keep her sounds at bay. She didn’t need anyone to become suspicious or curious. Her moans vibrated across his lips as he rutted his cock deep inside of her, making her head swirl and pleasure form deep inside of her chest. 

His tongue dove into her mouth, licking and sucking as his rough hands moved to her hips. He gripped her easily, rocking her up and down the curve of his cock like she weighed nothing. Each time his cock hit her g-spot, making her toes curl and fire spread deep within her. 

“Right there,” She cried out, holding her ankles up to her head as Billy rammed his cock in and out of her wet cunt, “Feels so good.” She whined loudly as her head fell against the hard floor. She felt like she was in a haze, the very best dream she could ever have. She didn’t want to wake up from this.  

He was so deep inside of her, the tip of his cock pressing against her bundle of nerves with each hard thrust. Her walls stretched across his girth, leaving her breathless as the sound of their bodies connecting filled the room. It was a dirty melody, filthy. But she loved it. 

“You’re so good for your big brother,” He groaned as he gripped the back of her thighs, squeezing roughly as he dragged his cock in and out of her slick pussy. Her mind felt hazy as she locked eyes with him, savoring the blissful look on his expression, “Fucking whore.” He hissed, sweat dripping onto his forehead as her back dragged against the floor. 

Her legs felt numb as her fingernails dug into her skin as he continued to rut his cock deep inside of her, sliding himself in even further than before. She could taste his breath as she inhaled; could feel his cock throbbing against her walls. 

Her thoughts became a blur as her muscles contracted, her walls breaking down as loud gasps left her mouth. He quickly shushed her, shoving his palm over her lips to muffle her sounds. Her eyes rolled back, body shook as she came around his cock.

He grunted roughly on top of her, skin sliding easily against hers as his movements became rough and choppy. He held onto her tightly, thrusting into her twice before he came to a halt deep inside of her.

“Fuck,” He cursed, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as his jaw relaxed in awe, “Jesus.” He huffed, staring down at her with lust filled eyes as he came inside of her. Everything inside of her burned, desperately wishing she could tug him closer to her. She didn’t want to let go. 

He huffed as he gently sat up, letting her legs rest around him. She giggled softly at the feeling of the blood rushing to her feet, her body feeling heavy as he squeezed at her hips. His smile was warm for once, his hair resting over his forehead as she tried not to admire him too closely. But God was he handsome.

He hummed quietly as he pulled himself free, snagging a few tissues to clean himself up before he got himself dressed. He moved onto his knees, then onto his feet as he turned away from her. Signaling to her that it was really over. 

“I’ll see you out there?” She asked as she slowly dressed herself once again, flushing at the feeling of their mixture dripping from her cunt. Her thighs were trembling, but it felt nice. A reminder. 

“Uh, yeah,” He nodded his head, “I am a groomsman.” He laughed as he worked on buttoning his shirt, his eyes staying away from hers for the longest time. She gulped, desperately wanting him to look at her. 

“Yeah,” She rubbed the back of her neck, “Maybe-,” She trailed off, unsure of where she was going with her thought. He observed her, like he was waiting for her to speak the truth. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t face rejection from him, not again. He had made things clear a long time ago. This had been strictly pleasure. 

“It was nice for our last time,” He mumbled as he took a step closer, holding her chin softly, “See you around.” She savored the feeling of his skin against hers, desperately wishing for one last kiss. It didn’t even have to be a deep one, just a little peck.

She savored the freckles on his cheeks, the dark shape of his eyebrows and the curve of his mouth as he traced his thumb across her lips. She moved a little closer, only to have him pull away. He gave a stiff smile. That was it. That was all she got.

She watched him leave, sinking into her familiar hole of guilt and shame. It didn’t matter how many times this happened, she always felt disgusting afterwards. But it also made her want him that much more. She wished he felt the same.

Wrong. It was wrong. There would be no real relationship between them. It was all over now. It had to be. She reminded herself that as she dressed herself again, trying to bury any of her wrongdoings underneath layers of makeup. She could hide it away. Billy would want her to. 

Her dress wasn’t something that she had envisioned herself in before, but everyone insisted that it looked better than the poofy sleeves and ballroom silhouette that she wanted. They said that this one was timeless. It hugged her chest gently, the sleeves wide at her wrists as it softly billowed off of her body. A little too exposing for her comfort. 

“Look at you,” Susan smiled brightly, touching her hair gently once she was all zipped up, “You look so beautiful.” Her grin was far too wide as she inspected her, like she was trying to find any little imperfections. She had been doing quite a bit to impress the Hagan’s. So had Neil. Kim figured it had to do with their money and their own little power. 

“Thank you,” She replied shyly, bringing her eyes towards the floor as Neil waited behind her. There had been quite a bit of uproar from the two of them when she had firmly stated that her own father would be walking her down the aisle. Not Neil, “I’m scared.”

“There’s no reason to be,” Her mother insisted, “You’re going to be so happy with Tommy. He’ll take care of you.” Kim knew she didn’t mean it in a threatening way, but she knew that as long as she was with Tommy it meant that she could take care of them. Her happiness didn’t really matter. 

“Okay,” She breathed out deeply, “I’m ready.” The words felt odd on her tongue, heavy as she was unsure if that was the truth or not. Was she ready? It seemed odd, felt even more bizarre when she was whisked out and Billy was nowhere in sight. Where did he go? She wanted one last reassuring look from him, a promise that this was what he had really wanted. 

Compliments and music fell numbly to her ears, a simple buzz as she gripped the flowers tightly in between her fingers. Orchids. They weren’t her favorite, but they were pretty. Tommy’s mother had insisted that they would look better and she had been too timid to speak her own thoughts. It had been weeks later when she’d discovered that his mother had recommended them for fertility purposes.

Almost everything about the wedding had been done without her say. Everything was far too elegant for her, which was okay. She appreciated it, she really did. But many things she thought they could save money on had been bought and purchased proudly. Nothing was handmade, all bought from expensive shops. 

She knew that without a doubt that this was just the beginning of the rest of her life. His family would forever walk all over her, just like her mother and stepfather did. She’d be stuck, her words holding no means as everyone else made decisions around her. But no one really cared what she thought, so why should she get worried about it now? At least she’d be loved. 

She was out of place, being forced into a role that she wasn’t sure she could keep up. But she’d have to. It was too late to turn back, to get cold feet. If she left now, she’d have no one. 

“You know,” Sam added softly as he took her hands, “If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.” He whispered underneath his breath, keeping the conversation between the two of them. 

“What?” She asked breathlessly, eyes widening in disbelief. He had been the only one to suggest such a thing. Everyone else was adamant that Tommy would be good for her. He was good for her. 

“If you’re not ready,” He started slowly, “Or if it just doesn’t feel right. You don’t have to do this. We can call it off, I can do it for you.” He patted her hand gently, making her heart hammer roughly inside of her chest as a bead of sweat fell down the back of her neck.

She thought about it for far too long, pictured Billy the whole time as well. Could she live with herself if Sam helped her leave? She couldn’t leave Tommy at the altar, but perhaps that would save some hurt later down the road. But she reminded herself that there was no one else. Tommy was in love with her. The only person who had ever loved her in such a way. 

“Are you telling me this to support me or because you don’t like Tommy?” She asked him softly, trying to make the atmosphere less tense. She was close to breaking down, to taking his offer and running with it. She could get away. She didn’t have to do this.

“You’re nineteen,” He drew out softly, “You have your whole life in front of you. I just want to make sure this is what you want.” His brown eyes were soft, too gentle for her to look at for too long. 

The music changed, signaling her that it was time to begin walking. Her heart pounded rougher, so fast that she swore everyone else could hear it. She didn’t want to walk in front of everyone, she didn’t want to become some little doll for them to play with. But she was. That was her future. She had one more quick second to change her mind, to decide her own future.

“Kim?” Sam repeated, bringing her gaze back up towards him as her throat became dry. The doors were open, exposing them to everyone. Her knees felt weak, her tongue heavy as she stared. She couldn’t do it. Not with everyone staring. She needed to move. 

“I’m just nervous,” She said at last, feeling like she might vomit all over her shoes, “I’m okay.” She did her best to comfort him, gripping him tightly for support. She was sure that her father was no fool, he could feel her trembling against him. She could blame it on her shyness. That was it. She was just scared. She was being silly. 

She breathed in deeply, then exhaled roughly as her eyes scanned the church as Sam guided her inside. She felt like she was being dragged along, her feet in thick cement blocks as he pushed her further and further towards the front of the church.

Tommy stood with his hands crossed, his cheeks pink and a soft smile on his lips. She nodded as she tried to reassure herself that this was right. Her eyes continued to wander, searching for the spot Billy was supposed to be standing in. 

She looked at Sam in confusion, but had no time to ask questions before she was ushered forward. Her heart beat too roughly inside of her chest as Tommy took her hand, his palm slightly warm and clammy. 

She gave him a reassuring smile as everything drowned out underneath her pulse racing and veins vibrating. Her body was too loud as she tried to search in the crowd, looking for where Billy might be lingering.

He was going to stop the wedding. She was sure of it. This would be it. He’d finally tell her his true feelings. She knew that he would. That he had to.

But then the priest rushed through that part of the speech and then rings were exchanged with their little vows. Everything felt robotic, or like she was in some sort of trance. This wasn’t right. She knew that, so why wasn’t she stopping it.

“I do.” Tommy answered, making her gaze snap back towards him and away from where she kept looking at the door. She blinked, reminding herself that she shouldn’t be searching. She shouldn’t be distracted.

And she was again as the question turned towards her. Her mouth parted but no words came out as suddenly everything was quiet, far too silent as she suddenly couldn’t speak the words. She swallowed roughly, afraid of what else may come up if she forced the words up. 

She looked around the church once more, taking in the faces of friends and family members as she suddenly felt as if her heart weighed thousands of pounds. Like it had dropped through her body and now laid at her feet. Her hands trembled before she turned back to face Tommy. Her soon to be husband. But not the one that she wanted to marry, that she really wanted to be with.

She looked in his concerned brown eyes as she tried to get her tongue untangled, reminding herself that it was pointless to stand and wait. Billy was gone. He wasn’t going to stop the wedding, nor did he have any desire to marry her. She was just a plaything to him. He didn’t love her.

“I do,” She answered at last, breathing in deeply as she forced a smile up to her lips, “Of course I do.” She exhaled, knowing that the price had been paid. There was no going back now. 

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The case of live-action atla zutara.

First of all, the scarf scene. I won't be repeating myself, here are some main points - there was absolutely no reason for Zuko to act the way he did and for the scene to be shot this dramatically. Even if they did the shipbaiting in this scene - it means there's a ship which is much more than live-action kataang has at this point. Also I don't really think these guys are shipbaiting type but that's just the impression I got.

Then - the second obvious one - Oma and Shu's visuals. We have star-crossed lovers from two towns at war, basically the local equivalent of Romeo and Juliet (as in legendary lovers who are known above all for their love) wearing coincidentally colors that are primarily associated with two of our characters (who shared this dramatically shot scene in the previous episode).

And I know, it may seem so insignificant - but but but but! - you have to think about this. Of course there are creators, writers and showrunners that are unaware of some non-canon ships or don't care about them. But it's not the case for atla. No, creators of atla were so aware of zutara - they wrote a parody scene in a in-world trashy play to mock this fan pairing and it still proved absolutely nothing and just gave zutara more content. The creators and writers of this adaptation clearly had the discussion "what we should do with kataang" - because there is no trace of kataang in the 1st season. So it was a conscious decision to omit that - but where would the romantic subplot go? Well, I don't know, but they are showrunners, they most certainly discussed options. They are clearly very, very, very much aware of zutara. And they still do this? They still show us Oma and Shu wearing red and blue? All they had to do is to give at least one of them any different color. Any. But they didn't. (for fuck sake, it is the Earth Kingdom - yellow and green would do it)

There were zero, no, nada Kataang interactions, implications or those scenes that are filmed just a little bit too dramatically like the scarf one. I don't know, there's still a chance that they will wait for season 3 to make Aang's crush on Katara happen. I'm also not so sure what will happen to Aang failing to open seventh chakra, I mean - his love for Katara has a huge purpose in series, so it still doesn't look very good. But you can't even imagine how glad I am that they didn't do this secret tunnel thing. It was very uncomfortable.

So it was the more fact-based part of my case, let's get to the irrational, almost delusional part, tin foil hat probably needed.

Almost all the scenes Zuko and Katara shared in the first season kept reminding me of another famous enemies-to-lovers ship that actually became canon in the infamous final episode - Reylo, the way it was filmed in The Force Awakens. I mean - the first fight in the woods where she looses, the intensity of him staring at her, the final fight in snowy location where she kicks his ass and shows her mastering this superpower, him trying to talk to her during this fight and mentioning her learning/having to learn...Zuko calling Katara a peasant reminded me of this "Rey is no one" discourse. I don't know man, I haven't thought about The Force Awakens reylo for a very long time and it just kept popping in my head.

All of this - it's like a blueprint for enemies to lovers.

Also I actually think that the look they shared in the 2nd episode was also shot kinda weirdly and dramatically. It's not to the extent of the scarf scene but I do remember thinking that "why did they film it they way? it's too intense".

In the conclusion I'd like to say that as much as I like all the season 1 zutara stuff they left out in the adaptation - necklace subplot and implications, pirates and the famous "You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun" - I think I actually prefer the scarf scene. Yes, it would be so great to see those things in adaptation but in the end of the day they would still be just the things they kept from the original and probably noting more. Like the cabbages or the secret tunnel song or anything else, just things from the source material that implicate nothing. While the scarf scene, the Oma and Shu's clothes - it means they made a conscious decision to make it that way. It means they put some thought into that and some meaning. And this gives me hope there's a chance for Zutara in this adaptation.

P.S. I told about this my sister who hasn't watch the series yet and she said "I think people who made this show are just shipping zutara in secret". I do not necessarily imply she might be right - but creators of animated series (the very same people that made kataang canon, not zutara) DID leave because of some creative differences and because they couldn't control creative decision. Might as well be THAT kind of decision.