#with bonus expressive nose!!!

[sandflakedraws]

commission - reqfi

[lovebugism]

smthing with joel + his reading glasses please i beg you

ty for requesting :D — one slow morning, joel realizes just how crazy you are for his new glasses (established relationship, fem!reader, smut 18+ | 0.9k)

“What has gotten into you?”

You feel Joel’s chin bobbing against the side of your face as you sprinkle wet kisses up and down the length of his scruffy neck. You’re splayed over the better half of his body like you are over the better half of the mattress — arms wrapped around his shoulders, chest pressed to his ribcage, one leg thrown over his lap beneath the rumpled blankets. 

“You, hopefully,” you mumble into his skin.

“It’s eight in the morning,” Joel scoffs, trying hopelessly to finish the book in his hands. 

Turning the page is quite difficult, he finds, with one arm caged beneath the body pressed so ardently to the side of his. In your defense, the words stopped making sense in his head around the time your lips locked with his pulse point. Now, he’s just being stubborn, really.

“Don’t care—” you insist apathetically and swing your leg the rest of the way over his lap. You straddle him completely, sitting just over his thighs, careful to avoid the battered copy of Crime and Punishment in his grasp. You untie his plaid pajama pants with eager fingers and flash him a mischievous look. “—I want you.” 

Joel peers at you with a pair of deadpan eyes beneath his glasses. He’s able to fake an air of mild annoyance until you reach for the edge of your t-shirt, riding slowly up up up your bare thighs. You pull the fabric over your head, leaving the upper half of your body perfectly bare and the rest of you clad in a thin pair of cotton underwear. Joel’s inhale catches in his chest at the sight.

He caves for you almost instantly then, laying his book blindly on top of the covers beside him. He nods, dark eyes glazed over, until the words catch up to him. “Yeah… Yeah, okay.”

You catch his wrist in a stern and gentle grip when he reaches for his glasses. His calloused fingers freeze on the metal temple of them. “Leave ‘em on,” you instruct.

“They’ll get in the way,” he argues in a muted southern drawl.

“They won’t. I promise.”

The tips of your fingers creep beneath the hem of his pants. They travel slowly down, past the coarse thatch of curly hair and towards the stiffening cock lying in wait along his hipbone. He feels like smooth velvet to the touch as you wrap him in your fist, massaging him the rest of the way hard. 

Joel huffs through his nose as his eyes flutter shut. He tilts his head back, hitting the board behind him with a low thud. “Really?” he murmurs lowly, peering at you through lidded eyes. “It’s the glasses?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you answer in less-than-innocent lilt.

“It’s the glasses that do it for you?”

His dark eyes soften with a manufactured look of indifference, though they glint with something short of amusement beneath his thin, rectangular lenses. Something about it drives you wild, makes you smile so hard your tongue threatens to poke between your teeth.

“You do it for me,” you insist, dragging the top of his pajama pants down his lap. You tuck them beneath his balls and climb further up his body, sliding your panties to the side until the neediest part of you is in line with the stiffer part of him. “The glasses are just a bonus.”

“I look like someone’s grandpa.”

“Like that’s any less hot,” you quip, bracing yourself on his clothed, broad shoulder as you line the tip of his drooling cock to your similarly weeping entrance. 

Joel tilts his scruffy chin, looking at you from the tops of his glasses. He bites back any urge to smile, lest you get the (correct) impression that your teasing excites him. The expression glimmers in his dark gaze, anyway.

“You’re insatiable.”

“And whose fault is that, huh?”

Joel says nothing, obediently so, and you punctuate your query by sheathing yourself on his cock. You make slow work of mounting him, savoring the subtle ache of his girth that borders on criminal. 

The bedroom goes quickly silent as each of you holds your breath. Your ass meets his thighs and you exhale in sync — you in a quiet whimper, Joel in a grumbled groan in his throat.

“Just make it quick,” the man murmurs in a low drawl, trying and failing to act unfazed. He shifts beneath you on the creaking mattress, calloused hands palming at your hips. “I gotta be at the construction site by nine—”

You stop his worrying with a gentle hand on his jaw, holding him by his bearded chin and forcing him to look you in the eye — and not at the door across the room that he can’t remember if he locked or not. His glazed-over eyes lock with your sterner, warmer ones, and he momentarily forgets about the stupid door and work and the still-sleeping girl in the garage across the house.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Miller,” you joke with a knowing half-smile.

Words of an argument rise in his throat, only to dissolve on the tip of his tongue when you suddenly rock your hips. You grind over his lap at a ruthless, unforgiving pace. Joel watches with his head propped against the headboard — face flared, gaze glassy, mind reeling — until heavy breaths and sweat-slick skin start to fog his glasses. 

You watch his eyes through the heavy haze gathering on the lenses — how they twitch in annoyance when it gets harder to see you, how they squint in concentration while he chases his orgasm, how the deep chocolates of them glaze over when he inevitably cums inside you.

[synvil]

light as a feather // bf! rafe cameron

synopsis : you hesitant to ask your boyfriend to try a trend your friends show you, afraid of being too heavy, but he proves you wrong. mentions of insecurity.

“have you seen this trend around, [name]?”

tilting her phone towards you so you can view the screen better, a tiktok compilation began to play.

it’s a compilation of various couples with pretty much the same thing, all the boyfriends lifting their partners onto their shoulders, while an audio edit of rihanna’s breakin’ dishes plays in the background.

“uh, i think I’ve seen one or two of it. why?” you ask, pulling your cup to your lips and taking a sip through the straw. “have you considered asking rafe to try it with you?” kie asks and you furrow your brows. “why would i do that?”

“because it’s fun! you can see if rafe is strong.” kie laughs as sarah pulls out her own phone and the two girls scroll through their device. “we did it too!”

in sync, the two turn their phones your way and the audio plays, with john b lifting sarah while she crosses her leg and flashes a confident smile, while jj does the same for kie, with the two grinning proudly and laughing in the video.

the sight makes you smile as you chuckle and pull away. “how cute.”

“c’mon, you should try it with rafe! make a video and send it to us and we can post it on our socials~!” sarah beams and you sigh, swirling your beverage. “i don’t know, rafe isn’t really into the stuff.. and besides i might be too heavy for him.”

“don’t be silly, rafe is probably stronger than both john b and jj, honestly.” kie grunts out, not particularly thrilled about her compliment to rafe but you laugh at that.

“maybe, but still.. we’ll see.”

“hey, rafe?”

“yeah, baby?” glancing up from his phone, his eyes travel to you standing from the doorway of the living room entrance and you smile faintly, taking a stride towards your boyfriend seated on the couch.

instinctively, he opens his arms and you climb into his lap and pull out your phone. “have you seen this?” you show him the same compilation video from earlier.

rafe watches it and scrunches his nose briefly before returning to his normal neutral expression. “yeah, what about it? topper told me about it. he struggled lifting ruthie a bit.” he scoffs.

“can we try it?..” the hesitance in your voice makes him confused. “why are you being so shy about it, baby?”

your lips unconsciously curl into a small frown as you rest on his chest. “I don’t know.. I might be too heavy for you.. but kie and sarah want me to do this tiktok thing and-“

rafe suddenly brings his hands to your hips, firmly gripping the flesh before standing up and lifting you with ease into the air, high up making you squeal and clutch onto him. “rafe!”

your boyfriend grins at your reaction as he carefully places you onto his shoulder, hand resting atop of your thighs while the other holds yours to steady you.

“don’t underestimate me again, sweetheart. you’re light as a feather.”

bonus : you managed to convince rafe to do it for a tiktok video, even though he wasn’t particularly excited about recording himself doing it, he did it anyways to make you happy.

as the audio plays, rafe tosses you up and lands you in his shoulder without so much of a flinch, and he’s smirking while you hide your flushed face in embarrassment.

sending the video to kie and sarah, the three of you posted your individual videos to your socials and garnered quite the view count.

rafe who saw, hums curiously. “i suppose doing more to expand your followers couldn’t hurt.”

a/n : hope you enjoy! i’m tryna think of tiktok trends lol these short things w rafe seem so cute :)) let me know your thoughts! <3

[kxsagi]

So, bllk guys were at home, then they hear ring at door, turns out their s/o ordered a package... Which turns out to be four foot tall plush version of them. How would they react??

Bonus: If they ask: "You do aware you literally date me, right? Why do you need that thing in the first place?" S/O just responds: "Well... You are gone not for weeks, but for months because of your matches, I do miss you and get lonely, you know."

Basically that meme: Ah yes, me, my partner and their four foot tall plush of me

“𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞”

a/n: i freaking love this meme

ft. shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael

shidou ryusei

shidou was chilling on the couch, legs kicked up on the armrest, scrolling through his phone when the doorbell rang. he didn’t even bother moving at first, assuming it was a neighbor or some random delivery guy. but then he heard you call out, “babe, can you grab the door?”

with a groan, he dragged himself off the couch, shirtless in nothing but sweats, and swung the door open. 

his eyes narrowed. a massive box sat on the doorstep, and he squinted at the label. your name. “uh, what the hell did you buy?”

he kicked the box lightly, feeling how weirdly soft it was.

cue him watching you gleefully tear it open like a kid on christmas, only to pull out… a four foot tall plush of him.

he blinked. once. twice. “nah. no way.” he stalked over, snatching the plush from your hands. “the fuck is this thing?!”

you grinned. “do you like it? it’s you!”

he deadpanned. “yeah, no shit it’s me. why do you need this freaky-ass clone of me?”

when you shyly explained, “well… you’re gone not just for weeks, but for months because of your matches, so i do miss you and get lonely, you know,” he just stared at you.

his eye twitched. “so your solution was to get a diet version of me? the walmart brand?”

but instead of being annoyed, shidou cracked a wild grin. he picked the plush up and body-slammed it onto the couch. “alright, plush boy. you think you’re my replacement? let’s go.”

proceeds to fake-wrestle the plush, talking mad shit to it like he’s in some WWE promo.

“you think you can satisfy my girl, huh?! you ain't got the rizz, bro!”

bonus: he dramatically throws the plush on the bed and smirks at you. “now you’ve got two of me. double the trouble, baby.” 

itoshi sae

sae was on the couch, flipping through a sports magazine, feet tucked under a blanket like the cozy grandpa he is.

the doorbell rang, and he glanced at you, expecting you to answer. when you didn’t move, he sighed through his nose and dragged himself to the door.

he opened it only to find a massive box sitting there. his first thought was, “what in the capitalist hell did she buy this time?”

he carried it inside effortlessly, setting it down in front of you.

sae watched with mild disinterest as you opened it, then immediately did a slow blink when you pulled out a life-sized plush of him.

his expression was blank. just pure silence.

he blinked. once. twice. thrice. then:

“… you are aware you literally date me, right? why do you need that thing in the first place?”

you bit your lip and sheepishly muttered, “well… you’re gone not just for weeks, but for months because of your matches, so i do miss you and get lonely, you know.”

his eyes softened. just a fraction. his fingers twitched slightly, but he masked it with a dry sigh.

“you’re ridiculous.”

and then, without saying anything else, he walked away.

you frowned, assuming he was brushing it off, but five minutes later, you peeked into the bedroom… and saw him lying on the bed with the plush tucked under his arm.

he glanced at you, looking unbothered. “what? you bought it. might as well use it.”

bonus: after a couple of hours, you find him subtly fluffing its hair to make it look less disheveled. he side-eyes you with a faint glare when you giggle. “say anything, and i’m throwing it out.”

itoshi rin

rin was at the kitchen counter, filling his water bottle after finishing his home workout, his black tank clinging to his skin.

the doorbell rang, but he ignored it. not his problem.

when you called out, “rinnie, it’s a package!” he wiped his face with a towel and muttered, “you ordered it, you get it.”

that is, until he saw you struggling with a box twice your size. he clicked his tongue and walked over, grabbing it from you effortlessly and setting it down.

when you tore the box open and pulled out a four foot plush version of him, rin’s eyes narrowed immediately.

his gaze was stone cold.

“what the hell is that.”

you hugged the plush, beaming. “it’s you!”

his face twitched. deadpan. blank stare.

“you are aware you literally date me, right? why do you need that thing in the first place?”

when you shyly admitted, “well… you’re gone not just for weeks, but for months because of your matches, so i do miss you and get lonely, you know,” he just stared at you.

rin exhaled slowly, then turned his back to you.

“whatever.”

but later that night, you woke up from your nap and found the plush sitting on the floor… facing the wall. 

you squinted at rin, who was on his phone, clearly the culprit.

“why is he in timeout?” you asked, raising a brow.

rin didn’t even look up. “didn’t like the way he was looking at me.”

bonus: he pretends to hate it but you catch him stealing glances at it from time to time. and when you’re asleep? he tosses a blanket over it so it doesn’t “stare” at him.

isagi yoichi

isagi was on the couch, happily binge-watching his favorite anime when he heard the doorbell.

he jumped up enthusiastically, assuming it was the food delivery you mentioned.

when he opened the door, he paused. big-ass box.

“huh? i didn’t order anything…”

he carried it inside and watched in confusion as you eagerly opened it.

his jaw dropped when you pulled out a massive plush of him.

he blinked. “wait… hold on. hold on. is that… me?!”

you beamed. “isn’t it cute?”

he looked genuinely concerned for your mental health.

“love… you’re aware you literally date me, right? why do you need that thing in the first place?”

when you softly admitted, “well… you’re gone not just for weeks, but for months because of your matches, so i do miss you and get lonely, you know,” his face fell slightly.

his eyes softened immediately.

he slowly walked over and wrapped his arms around you. “aw… baby…” he cooed, kissing the side of your head.

then without warning, he snatched the plush and started cradling it like a baby.

“yo, this is so cool though. look! i can practice celebrations with it!”

proceeds to mimic goal celebrations with the plush, spinning it around and fake high-fiving it.

bonus: the next day, you find him sprawled out on the couch with the plush tucked under his arm while he naps. 

kaiser michael

kaiser was lounging in bed, shirt unbuttoned and hair still damp from his shower, casually scrolling through his phone when the doorbell rang.

he waited. and waited. clearly expecting you to answer it.

when you didn’t move, he let out a dramatic sigh, muttering something about how he shouldn’t have to lift a finger for such trivial tasks.

he dragged himself to the door like he was doing the world’s most exhausting chore.

but when he opened it, his brows furrowed at the massive box sitting on the doorstep.

“what the hell is this?” he muttered, carrying it inside effortlessly.

he barely paid attention as you tore into it excitedly, until you yanked out a four foot tall plush version of him.

his jaw dropped slightly. he blinked once. then twice.

“wait… hold on.” he pointed at the plush. then at himself. then back at the plush.

his lips slowly curled into a self-satisfied smirk.

“oh. oh, this is perfect.”

instead of being confused or freaked out like a normal person, kaiser’s ego inflated tenfold.

he snatched the plush from you, holding it at arm’s length, examining it with faux critical eyes.

“hmm. the hair could use a bit more volume. and the eyes? they’re not as dazzling as the real thing.”

then he turned to you with a playful grin.

“but i get it, schatz. i’m gone for weeks at a time. naturally, you’d need a placeholder.”

he leaned in close, voice low and teasing. “but you know… if you were that lonely, you could’ve just flown out to see me.” 

when you explained softly, “well… you’re gone not just for weeks, but for months because of your matches, so i do miss you and get lonely, you know,” his eyes softened for half a second.

but then his smirk returned with twice the arrogance.

“aww, you miss me that much, huh?”

bonus: later, you catch him posing the plush around the house, making it sit on the couch with crossed legs like it owns the place.

he even takes selfies with it and posts them on his story with captions like:

“double the kaiser, double the greatness 😎✨”

“which one is the real me? 👑”

“@bluelockofficial take notes. merch idea.”

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[pitlanepeach]

Radio Silence | Chapter Twenty-Four

Lando Norris x Amelia Brown (OFC)

Series Masterlist

Summary — Order is everything. Her habits aren’t quirks, they’re survival techniques. And only three people in the world have permission to touch her: Mom, Dad, Fernando.

Then Lando Norris happens.

One moment. One line crossed. No going back.

Warnings — Autistic!OFC, some small time jumps, Lando being the perfect BF, so much fluff (are we surprised?) Amelia’s fixation on Oscar continues.

Notes — I couldn’t fathom not giving you guys an update, so I decided to split this chapter in half, which actually makes it more enjoyable anyway!

Want to be added to the taglist? Let me know! — Peach x

December 2021

Light streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Amelia was sat cross-legged on the floor in one of Lando’s shirts, hair still mussed from sleep, watching him tear through wrapping paper like an overactive toddler.

He held up a pair of novelty socks. “These do not say ‘fastest fiancé’. Did you have these custom made?” He laughed. 

Amelia sipped her coffee. Smiled. “Yes.”

He laughed, leaned over to kiss her temple, and then spotted one last final, wrapped in silver paper with her usual precision. His name in sharp, all-caps handwriting. Pushed all the way at the back of the tree. 

“Wait, what’s that?” He asked, genuinely confused. “I thought we were done.”

“We are,” Amelia said. “That one doesn’t exist, technically. I bought it with my bonus money for winning Max the championship — so it was basically free.”

His brow furrowed. “What?”

“Just open it.” She urged, her stomach fluttering. 

He went at it with a lack of any kind of decorum. 

Inside was a car key, nestled in a velvet-lined box. Lando stared at it. Blinking. Then he saw the envelope beneath. He opened it, slowly, and pulled out a photograph — glossy, high-res, obviously taken without him knowing. A sky-blue Fiat Jolly, sitting on a Monaco street. His dream car. “I’ve always wanted a jolly,” he’d said.

It was his now.

He didn’t say anything.

“Lando,” Amelia urged, eyes narrowing on him. Lando’s mouth opened. Closed. His hands went to his face. “Are you—”

“I’m not crying,” he said instantly, voice breaking, eyes suspiciously wet. “It’s the… sea air.”

Amelia raised an eyebrow. “We’re inside.”

He launched himself at her instead of arguing, arms wrapping around her waist as he half-tackled her backwards into the couch. “You bought me a Jolly,” he whispered, holding her like she was the one wrapped in a bow. “You got me a blue jolly.”

“It’s a good colour,” she said, tone clipped. “There was a white one, but that would’ve been a pain to keep clean.”

He kissed her, sloppily and repeatedly, laughing into her mouth, nose brushing hers. “You’re ridiculous. A ridiculous genius. I love you so much it might actual be a crime.”

“Lando,” she protested, giggling against his lips. “Merry Christmas.”

He held her tighter. “You’re never allowed to leave me. I’ll keep you tied up in the Jolly.”

“I’ll engineer my escape.” She warned. “And then I’ll run you over with it.” 

“God, you’re so hot.” He breathed, and then he was kissing her again. “I got you a cookbook.” He said, after a beat, sounding all upset. 

“You got me a diamond ring.” She reminded him. “And three Chanel dresses.” 

His eyes brightened again. “Oh yeah! We’re equal then?”

She decided never to tell him how much she’d spent on the car.  

Instead she just nodded and let him kiss her again. 

—

The little Fiat Jolly puttered along the winding road just above the Monaco coastline, its tiny engine buzzing like a contented bee. The sun was dipping low, washing the cliffs and water in warm light. 

Amelia had her bare feet on the dashboard, oversized hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, a half-eaten gingerbread cookie resting in her lap. Her dark hair whipped gently in the wind, and her face was set in that rare, fully relaxed expression Lando had come to love.

He was at the wheel (obviously), winter scarf flapping around his neck. Sunglasses on. Driving like he was in a slow-motion Italian rom-com. He was also butchering Mariah Carey. “AAALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS—IS—YOUUUUUUU—!”

Amelia winced. “Not one since correct tune. Like, you’ve been aggressively wrong for the entire song.”

“It’s called passion, baby,” he shouted over the wind. “You wouldn’t understand. You sing like a metronome.”

“It’s called being in tune.” She argued. 

He reached over to squeeze her knee. “Still love you.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” She glared at him. 

He glanced at her, just a quick look, and he was pouting. “I’m adorable.”

She rolled her eyes and let her head loll toward the window. The sea looked endless tonight. Peaceful. “I can't believe you’re allowed to drive this thing on public roads. Feels like a safety hazard. And sounds like a cheap hairdryer.”

“It’s completely safe,” Lando said cheerfully. “A sexy, blue, historic, safe little thing.” A beat passed. Then he added, quieter, “This is gonna be one of those memories, you know?”

She looked at him.

“In ten, twenty years. I’ll remember this. The Jolly. Us, Thelma and Louise’ing on Christmas Day because we were rebels and decided to snub both sets of parents. You, looking all pretty. Wearing a ring that means you’ll be mine forever. Proper core memory, innit?” 

“I’m not very sentimental,” she said, but her voice had gone soft.

“I know.” He said. “Don’t worry. I’ll remember it for both of us.”

She turned her head to him then, something gentle and fond settling in her chest. “You’re such a romantic.”

He leaned over at the next stop sign and kissed her quickly. “Yeah. Whatever. You love it.”

She sighed. “...Yeah. I do.”

And the Jolly carried them on, down the hills of Monaco, all the way home. 

January 2022

The January light filtered in pale and calm, exactly how she liked it. Amelia stirred in bed, already aware that something was… off. Not in a terrible, uncomfortable way. Just different.

Lando was gone. But in his place on the pillow beside her was a small stack of neatly folded paper, warm from the radiator.

Her name was written on the top in his handwriting, big, messy loops, the pen pressed down too hard on the edges.

She picked it up.

Hi, baby. Don’t panic. It’s your birthday so I have a surprise for you, but everything is going to be soft, quiet, and exactly how you like it.

Here’s what’s happening:

Step One: Breakfast. Check the kitchen. Step Two: Follow the yellow thread (yes, I taped it to the walls, no I can’t promise that the paint will survive) Step Three: I love you.

Amelia blinked, then got up slowly, grounding herself with a hand on the dresser. No loud music. No shouting. No sudden “SURPRISE!” the way people sometimes did and she hated. Just a yellow string, trailing from the doorknob like a breadcrumb trail.

The kitchen smelled like cinnamon and strawberries. Her usual breakfast, oat toast, berry compote, and the one tea blend she was currently hyper-fixating on, was laid out. Her iPad was already charging on the counter. Her stim toy was beside her mug. Everything… in its place.

The yellow thread led down the hall, looping gently through the apartment. Amelia followed it barefoot, her fresh baby-pink manicure sparkling prettily in the morning sunlight.

The thread ended at the den. Inside, the lights were low. A weighted blanket was spread across a pillow fort made of sofa cushions and chairs. The projector hummed gently, and paused on screen was a playlist of exactly her comfort movies — colour-graded and subtitled, just how she preferred.

Lando was sitting in the middle of it, wearing her favourite hoodie of his, criss-cross applesauce on the floor, nervously picking at the hem of a cushion.

“Hi,” he said softly, standing when she entered. “You okay?”

Her eyes were wide, her expression unreadable at first; and then she moved forward quickly and wrapped her arms around him, face tucked into his chest. He let out a breath, hugging her back tightly. “I just wanted you to feel… like, loved,” he mumbled into her hair. “And safe. Didn’t want to make anything too stressful.”

She didn’t cry. Not quite. But she went very still in his arms. “You did it perfectly,” she whispered. “Everything.”

“Okay, good.” He kissed the top of her head. “There’s also banana bread. And I got your mum to send me the birthday plate. It’s in the kitchen. Please don’t be mad.”

She pulled back, eyes slightly glassy now. “You stole the birthday plate?”

“I borrowed the birthday plate,” he said with a grin. “International shipping, for love.”

Amelia’s laugh was quiet but real.

“I also made you a visual schedule of the day,” Lando said, a bit too proud of himself. “I colour-coded it. I used tabs.”

She stared at him. “You did not.”

“I absolutely did. And there's an hour blocked out for ‘no talking, just decompressing.’ I figured you'd want it.”

She kissed him. Without overthinking it. Without preamble. Just reached up and kissed him full on the mouth, like gratitude in motion.

When she pulled away, she said simply, “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Lando’s grin went a little crooked. “Yeah? Better than the year your dad bought you the model McLaren MP4/4?”

“Marginally,” she said, with a tiny smile. “But only because of the yellow thread.”

February 2022

The office was quiet, save for the dull hum of the heating system and the rhythmic tapping of Amelia’s pen against her notepad. She sat across from Jos and Max, her expression unreadable, jaw set. The sea glimmered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows — too calm for the tension in the room.

Jos leaned forward, hands clasped on the table between them. “Five years,” he said simply. “You’ll have control over every technical arm of Verstappen Co. We’ll build the next era around you. You want to be a legacy name? This is it.”

Max sat beside him, less intense but no less focused. “We want to keep you. You know that. You made me better, helped me win my first championship.”

Amelia blinked, slow and deliberate. “I know what I’m worth.”

“Then stay,” Jos said, voice firm. “Let’s do this long-term. No games.”

She was quiet for a long moment. Then, “I won’t sign anything past this season. Past 2022.”

Max blinked. Jos’s face twitched.

“Why?” Max asked, more confused than angry.

Amelia shifted in her seat, finally setting her pen down. Her voice didn’t waver. “Because. I think, in 2023, I’m going to go to McLaren. Officially.”

Jos exhaled sharply through his nose. “Is this about Lando? Your father? Are they pressuring you—”

“No,” she said quickly, too quickly. “This has nothing to do with Lando. He doesn’t need me to win.” Her tone softened, just a fraction, as she turned to Max. “Neither do you. You’ve already proven that.”

“So what is it, then?” Max asked, frowning. “More money? I can give you more. We can… Anything you want, Amelia. Just name it.” He told her. 

Amelia didn’t look away. “You can’t give me Oscar.”

Jos blinked.

Max furrowed his brows. “Oscar… Piastri? The F2 driver?”

She nodded. “Alpine reserve in 2022. And then…“ She trailed off with a shrug. 

Jos was frowning. “What interest do you have in Piastri?” 

“I want to make him a champion,” Amelia said simply, as if it were already a fact. “I see what he’s capable of, and I want to build something from the ground up. I want to guide it all the way. That’s the only deal I’ll ever sign for five years.”

A long, tense silence fell over the room.

Jos shook his head in disbelief. Max, meanwhile, just leaned back slowly, watching her. There was no bitterness, there never could be between them. There was a quiet understanding though. He’d been there, of course. He’d been the one to drag her to that F3 race in 2020, the first time she set her sights on the Aussie. 

Finally, he smiled. “So,” Max said quietly. “You’re going to do for him what you did for me.”

She nodded. “Yeah. And I want to see it through.”

Jos grunted. “You’ll regret it — leaving Max.” 

She shook her head. Smiled. “No I won’t.” 

—

Their apartment was dimly lit, the soft blue glow of the kitchen light spilling into the living room. Lando sat on the floor, back resting against the couch, legs stretched out, a PlayStation controller loose in his hands. Amelia was curled in the corner of the sofa, barefoot, knees drawn to her chest, fingers tapping rhythmically against the fabric of her — well, his — joggers.

He watched her. She wasn’t avoiding his gaze, but she wasn’t quite meeting it either.

“So,” Lando said eventually, voice quiet, teasing on the surface — but not fully joking. “Why not me?”

Amelia blinked. “As opposed to Oscar?”

He nodded once.

She hesitated. “Because you don’t need me.”

He sat with that, chest rising and falling with a slow breath. “But I want you.”

“I know,” she replied softly. “And you have me. Every day. Every night. For everything that matters.” Her gaze flicked to his then, sharper, steadier. “But if I’m the one calling your tire strategy… watching your telemetry… telling you what lines to take, we cross a boundary we don’t get to come back from.”

Lando’s mouth twisted, like he wanted to argue, but couldn’t. He looked away.

“I want to be your wife,” she added, quieter now. “Not your race engineer.”

Silence stretched between them. Then Lando gave a breathless, slightly bitter laugh. “Lucky bastard.”

Amelia tilted her head. “Who?”

“Oscar.” Lando’s grin was small, lopsided, but genuine. “Kid’s fast. Quiet. Works hard. And now he’s about to get the cheat code of a lifetime.”

“You like him,” she observed.

He nodded. “I do. He’s good. Still figuring himself out, but… I think you’ll make him into something fucking class.”

She studied him for a moment; her Lando, all hoodie and messy curls and ridiculous socks, a little salty from their day at the harbour, skin a little tender from the sun, but entirely hers. And proud of her, even when it stung. “I’m still yours, Lando,” she murmured.

“I know.” He reached up and tugged her hand gently toward him. “Doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be a little jealous that some 20-year-old Prema nerd is going to get your full genius mode while I’m over here fighting you for the last of the ketchup.”

She smiled, then climbed into his lap. He caught her easily, arms slipping around her waist as she tucked herself under his chin. “I’ll save some genius mode for you,” she promised. “You’ll still get the car. I’ve got plans — good plans. Might take a couple years to make them work, get the engineers to actually understand what I’m trying to do, but…” She looked up at him, grinning. “We’ll get there. And when we do, it’s yours.”

“You’re still Max’s for 2022,” Lando reminded her.

“Mmhmm,” she hummed. “Maybe 2023 too. Depends on whether Oscar gets the Alpine seat or not.”

“You’re seriously not willing to come back for me and Daniel?” His voice was quieter, tinged with something close to hurt. “Not this year?”

She leaned in, kissed the freckle under his eye, and said, “No. When I come to McLaren, it’ll be for Oscar. Only Oscar. And everyone will know that. You understand why?”

Lando sighed. He didn’t answer right away. Then, “Yeah. I get it. No whispers. No accusations. No one saying I get preferential treatment because my wife’s in my ear.”

“Fiancée,” she corrected.

His lips twitched. “You’ll be my wife by the time you’re wearing papaya, baby. Trust me.”

— 

Amelia was halfway through untangling a knot in her headphones when she spoke. “We should tell people we’re engaged.”

Lando, sitting on the floor surrounded by half-open Amazon boxes, looked up from the chaos of bubble wrap and a suspicious number of USB-C cables. “I thought we were telling people.”

She blinked. “We haven’t told anyone.”

He squinted. “Babe, I’ve told, like, fifty people.”

Amelia’s head snapped toward him. “What?”

Lando lifted his hands like it was obvious. “The Quadrant boys! Carlos knows. Daniel definitely knows. Charles asked if he was invited to the wedding even though we didn’t have a venue yet, and I panicked and said yes. Oh, and this girl at the bakery down the road—”

“Okay, okay, stop.” Amelia cut him off, eyes wide. “Then how the fuck has my dad not found out? Or Max? I’d know if they knew. Max would be blowing up my phone and my dad… Oh my god, my dad, Lando. If my dad found out we were engaged through somebody else—.”

Lando froze. “…Wait. Oh no. Oh no.”

“What?” she asked slowly, watching his face fall like a slow-motion disaster.

“I thought you were telling your dad. Like, had already told him! I was trying to be respectful and give him time to process, yanno! I was waiting for the all-clear to go and give him a handshake or something!” 

Amelia blinked at him. “Lando. You’re telling me that the woman at the bakery down the road knows that we’re getting married before my dad. And my mom. Max! Your parents!” 

“I didn’t think!” He flailed. 

She stared at him, slightly horrified. “We need to tell them now. Right now. Everyone.”

“Yes, agreed, immediately.” He scrambled to his feet, stepping over a pile of cardboard like a man preparing for battle. “Do we FaceTime your dad first or Max? Who's the bigger threat? What about my mum? Oh my god…” He moaned. 

“Max,” Amelia said without hesitation. “My dad will probably have a heart attack and pass out, but Max might threaten you with bodily harm.”

“Great,” Lando muttered, already reaching for his phone. “I love that I’m scared of one of my best friends because I want to marry his pseudo sister.” He paused. “Wait—can I not just say it in the group chat?”

“Not before Max knows.” She cried. 

He groaned. “Fine. But I’m posting on Instagram the second your dad gives us the green light. I need it on the record that I landed you.” He said. 

“Landed me,” she repeated. “I’m not a bloody plane, Lando.” 

—

Lando was pacing.

Well, it was more like bouncing, phone in one hand, the other tugging at the collar of his hoodie like it was suddenly too tight. Amelia was still sat on the couch, legs tucked under her. “You don’t have to be this nervous,” she said flatly.

“He’s a very intense guy,” Lando hissed. “He might want to kill me, Amelia.”

She arched an eyebrow. “No. He likes you. I think.”

Lando grimaced. “Great. That makes me feel way better.”

Before she could say anything else, the FaceTime call connected.

Max’s face filled the screen, a close-up angle that immediately suggested he hadn’t meant to answer that way. He grunted, adjusted it, and suddenly there he was, in a too-big t-shirt, hair slightly damp. “Why is Lando calling me? Are you okay?” He asked Amelia, completely ignoring the fact that Lando was holding the phone.

“I’m fine,” she replied. “But he has something to tell you.”

Max’s gaze sharpened. “What did you do.”

Lando blinked. “Why is that your default assumption?!”

“Because when you look that twitchy, you’ve usually done something dumb.”

Amelia sighed. “Max. We’re engaged.”

Max froze. “Like… for real?”

Lando, still holding the phone like it was radioactive, lifted Amelia’s left hand into frame. The ring, clearly chosen with painful care, glinted in the light.

“Oh,” Max said after a beat. His tone was unreadable. “Oh, fuck.” There was silence. Then Max grinned. “You absolute idiots,” he said fondly. “That’s amazing.”

Lando let out a breath that came out halfway to a squeak. “So you’re not going to kill me?”

“No,” Max shrugged. “Not unless you hurt her. Then I will, of course, murder you and ensure that nobody ever finds your body.”

“Okay,” Lando agreed quickly.

“I’m serious,” Max told him. “I’ll make it look like a freak disappearance.” 

Amelia rolled her eyes. “You done?”

Max’s grin widened as he turned his focus back to her. “You’re sure about this? I mean. It’s Lando.”

“I know,” she said dryly. “I picked him out myself.”

Max pointed at her through the screen. “Can I be your maid of honour?” 

“No,” she frowned. “Max, you are not a maid. I don’t understand—“ 

“We’re going to tell the rest of the grid now,” Lando cut her off, giving her leg a squeeze. “You’re officially the first.”

“Good,” Max said. “I can’t wait for you to tell Charles. He will owe me twenty euro.”

Amelia blinked. “You bet on us… getting engaged?”

Max just smiled at her. “Have you told Fernando yet?” 

Lando paled. 

Amelia grinned. “Nando completely slipped my mind! Oh, he’ll be so excited! He loves weddings.” 

Lando just kept getting paler. 

Max started laughing. 

— 

The terrace of a quiet little restaurant tucked above the harbour. Fernando was already halfway through a glass of red wine, sunglasses still perched on his head, even as the sun dipped behind the hills. He looked up as Amelia and Lando approached, his face brightening for her, and cooling a few degrees when he clocked who she was holding hands with.

“Mi niña,” Fernando said, standing to kiss Amelia on both cheeks. “You’re late.”

“She made me change shirts,” Lando muttered. “Four times.”

Fernando didn’t even glance at him. “Good. They were probably ugly.”

Amelia smiled faintly and sat. “We wanted to tell you in person.”

That made Fernando pause. He raised an eyebrow, slowly sitting again, eyes narrowing slightly. “Tell me what?”

Lando rubbed the back of his neck. Amelia glanced at him, then reached into her pocket and quietly placed her hand on the table, the ring catching the low light like a spark.

Fernando blinked once. Then again. “What is that?”

“It’s a ring,” Lando offered.

“Do not start with me.” Fernando’s voice was flat. His gaze snapped back to Amelia. “You are joking.”

“No,” Amelia said simply. “We’re engaged.”

Fernando leaned back in his chair, staring at the two of them like they’d started to speak a foreign language. “Engaged,” he repeated, deadpan. “To him.”

Lando shifted, trying to smile. “Yes. To me.”

There was a long pause.

Then Fernando looked at Amelia and said, with total sincerity, “You are too young. He is too stupid.”

Amelia’s mouth twitched. “He’s not stupid, Nando.”

“Well—”

Lando held up his hands. “I know I’m not, like, the best or anything. But I love her. Like… so much. Sometimes it’s scary, ‘cause, like, I love her more than my job, which is crazy and I didn’t think that would ever happen, but… It did, so.”

Fernando studied him, silent.

“And she loves me,” Lando added, quieter. “So that’s… that’s kind of it, right?”

Another beat passed.

Fernando finally reached for his wine, took a long sip, then exhaled. “Mi niña,” he said softly, turning to Amelia. “If you are happy, then I am happy.”

Amelia gave a little nod, calm and sure.

“But I will still be watching him,” Fernando added, pointing two fingers at his own eyes and then at Lando’s.

“I’d expect nothing less,” Lando exhaled slowly.

“And if he hurts you,” Fernando continued, his voice still mild, but his eyes not. “I will make sure every brake marker disappears before Eau Rouge.”

Lando paled slightly. “Cool. Yeah. Good chat.”

Fernando finally cracked a small smile. “Good. Now. Tell me the story. Did she propose? Of course she did. You would’ve messed up halfway through, I imagine.”

Lando grunted. Amelia beamed.

—

WhatsApp Groupchat — 2022 F1 Grid

Lando N. everyone shut up for a second me and amelia are engaged 😎💍

Checo P. Congratulations! Young love is beautiful! 🥂

Daniel R. For the record I knew before like anyone else also: called it in Bahrain, 2020

Esteban O. CONGRATULATIONS!!!! That’s amazing 💍🥳

Lewis H. I saw the ring. It’s very Amelia. Good job, mate @Lando

Max V. Very happy for you both!

Fernando A. Mi niña deserves only the best, but Lando is the best we have, so I digress.

Carlos S. Is this the part where I pretend to be surprised even though I called this at Silverstone in 2019

Mick S. You guys are adorable 🥺 Happy for you both!

Zhou G. I have so many questions. Mainly… aren’t you both literally 22

George R. Congrats! Big step But seriously, best wishes to you both 🙌

Yuki T. I WANT TO BE FLOWER BOY AND EAT CAKE

Sebastian V. Wishing you both a lifetime of balance, patience, and compostable confetti. 💚 Also Lando: remember marriage is a team sport. 

Pierre G. Wait are we invited

Alex A. Ok but is there an open bar And can Lily and I bring a karaoke machine?

Nicholas L. Congrats guys! Can’t wait to see what kind of ceremony Amelia plans

Valtteri B. Congratulations! Finland approves of this union. Also, Lando: do not mess this up. I’ve seen the way Amelia holds a torque wrench.

Kevin M. Congrats! Hope there’s beer at the reception.

Lance S. Woah wait you’re getting married?? Like… proper married? Omg congrats ig

Fernando A. I am still not convinced of this union. But I will tolerate this if she is happy. Call it… conditional support.

Charles L. I owe Max 20€

Daniel R. Let me officiate the wedding or I’ll cause problems on purpose.

Lando N. You’re all invited Except Fernando. Unless he stops calling me “this boy” in that tone

Fernando A. This boy.

Yuki T. I ALREADY BOUGHT A SUIT IT’S ORANGE

Alex A. you know what I’m so proud. Amelia saw that twitter troll saying "neurodivergent girl getting her himbo" and made it canon

— 

They hadn’t told their families yet.

Lando came in from the balcony, sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms, curls windblown and face sun-warmed from the morning light. He leaned down to kiss Amelia’s temple, pausing when he saw the tight set of her jaw, the rhythmic tapping of her thumb against her knuckles — not agitated, but bordering on it. “You’re spiralling,” he murmured.

“No, I’m… spiralling-adjacent,” she said flatly.

His brow quirked. “That’s not a thing.”

“It is now. I have to call my parents today.”

“Okay,” Lando said gently. “After breakfast.”

She nodded, but didn’t look up.

“And yours too?” she asked, quieter now.

Lando grimaced, but only a little. “Yeah. Them too.”

They didn’t do it together.

Amelia needed quiet. Needed space to rehearse her cadence, choose her words, predict possible emotional responses and prep herself for them. The emotions of others were difficult terrain; especially when hers were already on high alert.

So she took her call into the bedroom, alone.

Lando stepped back onto the balcony, phone already in hand.

— 

She called their home landline, because that was the number saved in muscle memory. Her father answered, voice warm and brisk in that familiar, booming tone. “Hi, sweetheart!”

“Hey, Dad. Is Mom there too?”

A pause. “Let me grab her.”

She could hear his footsteps, the muffled exchange in the background. Then her mother’s softer voice — always a bit more cautious. “What’s going on, love?”

Amelia sat on the bed, toes curled into the edge of the comforter. “I’m engaged,” she said.

No preamble.

Just the truth.

The line was silent for half a second — and then her dad gave a low, choking cough. “To Lando?”

“Yes.” 

Her mother exhaled, not quite a gasp, more of a soft whoosh of air, as if bracing for something. “That’s… fast, Amelia.”

“I know,” she said simply. “But it’s not impulsive. I’m not impulsive. We planned it. We talked about it. We’re sure.”

Her dad spoke again, voice quieter this time. “You… Amelia, you’re both so young—?”

“Yes,” Amelia agreed. “But this is the safest I’ve ever felt with another person, and I love him, and we live together anyway, so… Why not marry him?” 

Another pause. Then, from her mother, gently, “Then we’re happy for you, honey. All we care about is that you’re happy.”

Amelia blinked quickly, her mouth tightening.

“So… You’ll be a Norris soon enough, then,” her dad said, still sounding like he’d had the wind punched out of his lungs. “Wow. Sorry, I think I need a second.” He wheezed, and she heard him stumble away from the phone. 

Her mom sighed. “He’ll be fine, honey.”

“I know,” she nodded, quieter now. “He likes Lando too much to hold a grudge.”

— 

Lando paced the length of the balcony twice before he hit the video call button.

His mum picked up first, her hair pulled back, makeup-free and warm-eyed in her kitchen. “Hi, darling.”

“Hey. Is Dad around too?”

She called for Adam, and a moment later, both parents were onscreen, side by side.

Lando grinned nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Okay, so, um. Big news,” he said. “You ready?”

His mum narrowed her eyes. “You’re not switching teams, are you?”

“No!” he laughed. “No — nothing bad. Just, um… good.”

He lifted his left hand, turning the camera slightly to show Amelia’s engagement ring sitting neatly on the kitchen bench behind him, where she’d left it after taking it off to untangle her headphones.

His parents blinked.

“Me and Amelia,” he said, “we’re engaged.”

His mum covered her mouth with both hands.

Adam blinked, then broke into a tentative smile.

“I KNEW IT,” his mum said, voice muffled behind her palms. “I knew you two were heading that way. I told your grandmother at Christmas! She said you were both too young to be thinking about it, but I knew, Lando! I knew Amelia was the one!”

Lando laughed, loosening with the rush of their joy. “We decided in December, after Abu Dhabi. I just — we didn’t want to tell people too fast.”

“We are so proud of you,” his mum said. “She’s a brilliant girl. We love her.”

“She’s the best,” Lando said, meaning every word.

“And you didn’t cry when you proposed?” Adam added, mock skeptical.

Lando looked away, dramatically defensive. “We don’t have to talk about that.”

— 

Later, after both calls had been made, Amelia found Lando sitting on the couch with a bag of crisps and a smile on his face.

“How’d it go?” she asked, sitting beside him.

“My mum may have screamed. What about yours?”

“She was a bit worried, but happy for us. My dad, uh…”

Lando winced. “Did he go mad?”

Amelia leaned into his side. “No. Just, mentioned something about my last name becoming ‘Norris’ and then sent himself into a spiral, I think.”

“Like father like daughter,” he teased. Then leaned in and brushed his lips against her cheek. “Amelia Norris. Sounds sexy.” 

She looked up at him, deadpan. “Sexy?”

He smirked, fangs flashing. “Very sexy.”

—

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[linoxpudding]

Meeting Baby Mingi- Lee Know

summary: the uncles gather to meet their first nephew, turning the hospital room into pure chaos

pairing: dad!lee know x mom!reader

genre: fluff, humor

word count: 1237 words

a/n: a little bonus part of Fading Love series— but it can be read as a standalone!

Masterlist

Dad!SKZ Masterlist

~°~

A little backstory:

In this timeline (dad!skz linoxpudding-verse) —

Chan is already a father to his 3-year-old daughter, Juliana, the first SKZ baby. Han's wife is pregnant with twin girls, and Hyunjin recently found out his wife is expecting as well. (To maintain the storyline of this fic, minsung + hyunjin's kids are same age lol)

Meanwhile, Changbin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin remain the single (or casually dating) uncles, much to Chan’s amusement as he insists they need to "catch up."

NOW LET'S CONTINUE ~

The next morning, the hospital room was calm, the soft beeping of monitors filling the air as you lay in bed, propped up by pillows. Beside you, Minho sat with Mingi in his arms, cradling him carefully. His eyes were soft as he watched your son sleep, tiny fingers curled into a fist near his face.

"He has your nose," Minho murmured, a small, affectionate smile playing on his lips.

You turned to him, amused. "You think so?"

"Mhm," he nodded, tracing a gentle finger along Mingi’s delicate features. "Same little curve, same shape. Just like yours."

You studied your baby’s face for a moment before your eyes landed on a familiar little mark near his nostril. With a soft chuckle, you nudged Minho. "And look—he has your nose mole."

Minho blinked, then leaned in even closer, his expression melting into pure adoration. "No way," he whispered. "That’s my little mole… on his tiny little nose…"

The absolute awe in his voice made your heart ache in the best way. He looked at Mingi like he had just been handed the most precious treasure in the world.

"Guess there’s no denying he’s yours," you teased.

Minho let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Like there was ever a doubt." Then, he turned to you, his gaze lingering on your face with something deeper—something unspoken but felt in every fiber of your being. "Thank you," he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Your fingers tightened around his. 

He continued gently, "For him. For… giving me another chance. For this."

Smiling softly, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before turning your attention back to Mingi.

"You really are just a tinier version of me, huh?" Minho muttered, brushing a thumb gently over Mingi’s cheek. "Good thing you got my good looks."

You snorted from where you sat beside him. "Excuse me? I literally carried him for nine months. Where’s my credit?"

Minho smirked. "Fine. You did okay too."

Before you could smack him, the door suddenly burst open.

"WHERE IS MY NEPHEW?!"

Jisung practically tripped over himself as he rushed in, with Changbin trailing behind holding a bag of fries and a burger. Jeongin and Felix followed right after them, Felix practically glowing as he carried a giant BbokAri plush.

Mingi, who had been peacefully sleeping in Minho’s arms, stirred at the sudden noise, and Minho immediately shot Jisung a glare. "Yah. Keep it down."

Jisung gasped dramatically, lowering his voice to an exaggerated whisper. "I’m sorry, I just got overwhelmed by my uncle instincts."

"Seriously," Seungmin huffed, stepping in behind him, arms full of helium balloons. "How are you going to be a dad in a few months when you have zero control over your own volume?"

Jisung, undeterred, huffed dramatically. "My twins aren’t here yet! This is different!" He tiptoed over to get a closer look at Mingi and gasped again, though much quieter. "Bro. He really looks like you."

"Told you," Minho said smugly.

Changbin handed you the food, as you took it gratefully, "You absolute lifesaver," you sighed, "I swear I was about to start dreaming about food."

Changbin smirked, handing it over. "Anything for my bestie. Figured you’d be craving something better than hospital food."

Felix gently placed the giant plush on the couch beside you, grinning. "I brought him a friend."

You blinked at the ridiculously oversized plushie. "Felix, he’s literally the size of my baby."

"So? They can grow up together," Felix said matter-of-factly.

Changbin, finally leaned over and looked at Mingi. A rare softness took over his expression as he murmured, "He’s really cute."

Minho eyed him warily. "Don’t get too attached. He’s my kid."

Changbin smirked. "Relax, I’m just admiring. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure how this would turn out, but… you two made a beautiful baby."

You smiled, nudging Minho. "See? Someone acknowledges my contribution."

Minho rolled his eyes but gave your hand a small squeeze before carefully passing Mingi back into your arms. 

Then, just as the moment softened, Mingi suddenly let out a tiny sneeze.

The entire room froze.

Jisung gasped again. "OH MY GOD, THAT WAS THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD."

Felix clutched his chest. "I need to sit down."

Jeongin hurriedly pulled out his phone from his pocket. "I need to get this on camera."

Seungmin sighed. "You guys are acting like you’ve never seen a baby before."

Changbin, who was still staring at Mingi with wide eyes, whispered, "Do it again."

Minho groaned. "Alright, visiting hours are over."

Jisung pouted. "We just got here!"

"And you’re already making my son perform for you," Minho deadpanned. "Out."

Seungmin smirked, crossing his arms. "No, I’m not moving. Y/N, back me up here."

You chuckled, glancing at Minho, who looked ready to physically drag them all out. "Let them stay a little longer, please?"

Minho sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples. "Fine. But if one more person tries to make him ‘do something cute,’ I’m kicking you all out myself."

Felix, who had been cooing at Mingi the entire time, immediately raised his hands in surrender. "Not me, I swear."

Before Minho could come up with a snarky reply, Hyunjin walked in carrying another bunch of balloons. "I also got these," he said, setting them near Seungmin’s. "My missus really wanted to be here, but she had a big project at work today. She’s dying to meet Mingi, though."

Jisung nodded. "Same with my wife. She’s out of town visiting her parents, but she already said we’re coming over the second she’s back."

Then Hyunjin cleared his throat, his expression turning sheepish. "Actually… I found out she’s pregnant too."

The room filled with gasps, and you immediately reached out to squeeze his hand. "Hyunjin! That’s amazing!"

Hyunjin beamed, clearly unable to contain his excitement despite his initial shyness.

"Another SKZ baby on the way," Jeongin muttered, shaking his head. "The dad club just keeps growing."

Just then, Chan and his wife walked in, carrying a bouquet of flowers. His wife immediately came over to hug you. "Congratulations, sis! You did amazing!"

Chan set the flowers down beside your bed, smiling. "Juliana’s so excited to meet her little cousin. She’s been practicing saying ‘baby Mingi’ all morning."

Your heart melted at the thought. "She’s going to be the best big cousin ever."

"That’s the plan," Chan grinned. Then he turned to the rest of the members still crowding the room—specifically Changbin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin. "Now we need to set these four up. Seriously, you guys need to keep up—we all have kids now."

Seungmin scoffed, crossing his arms. "I refuse to be pressured into your dad cult."

Felix paled. "Can I at least get a girlfriend first?!"

"Don’t look at me," Changbin added, holding up his hands. "I’m just here to spoil the babies and leave."

Jeongin groaned. "Oh God, now we’re gonna get hounded about this every day."

Seungmin agreed dramatically. "Guess we’re doomed."

Felix grinned mischievously. "Or… we could make them suffer by staying single forever."

The collective "Yah!" from the older members made everyone laugh, the hospital room filled with warmth, teasing, and the undeniable love of a family.

As the chaos unfolded, you leaned against Minho, watching your little boy yawn sleepily in your arms. Despite everything—the heartbreak, the uncertainty—you finally felt at peace. Minho’s hand found yours, his fingers lacing through yours in silent understanding.

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⨳ jack abbot hcs

pairing: jack abbot x fem!reader wordcount: 2,800 warnings: age gap (28 and 49), some innuendos, it’s pretty sfw! this isn't beta'd. author's note: i’m so obsessed with this silver fox…someone run me over in pittsburgh between the hours of 8PM and 8AM pls! here's the template btw!

A for Admiration What Do They Absolutely Adore About You?

Jack admires your drive. He adores seeing you excel at your field. Whenever you’re passionately rambling on about something, he’s all ears (with actual hearts in his eyes). He’s so proud of your every achievement. Even when you fail, he’s proud of your ability to recover with so much grace.

He’s never necessarily been a proud man, but he can't help but puff his chest up a little more when he watches you do practically anything. Knowing you're all his is enough to turn him into one arrogant fucker.

B for Body What Is Their Favorite Part Of Your Body?

Your hair. He likes to grab ahold of it, and not necessarily in a sexual way. It grounds him. The scent of your grocery store shampoo, mixed with that specific perfume smell that never really leaves your hair, brings him down to earth.

He likes to nose at the strands in the early morning, before getting out of bed, with his arms still wrapped around you. It reminds him you’re really there. The scent your hair leaves behind on his pillow is one he cherishes for days after you sleep over.

bonus: This might seem cheesy, but I definitely think your eyes are a big thing for him. He'd stare into them for hours. Even if you aren't staring back, he just likes to be the first to know exactly how you're feeling. And staring into your eyes is the closest he'll ever get to reading your mind. Plus, they're just so uniquely you, in a way he can't explain but certainly shows every day.

C for Cuddling How Do They Like To Cuddle? Little Spoon or Big Spoon?

His chest pressed all the way against your back, with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Only way. He’ll hook a leg over yours if he’s feeling really cuddley.

I think he just likes feeling like you're the only thing there is for a few moments. When he's got his arms wrapped around you, there's nothing else on his mind. The world goes quiet for a while, and he can really zero in on something as little as your every breath, or your every heartbeat, as he rests his palm on your chest.

D for Dates What Does Their Ideal Date With You Look Like?

Your dates are almost always simple. Indian food on the couch. Listening to albums all the way through on his record player, as you enjoy each other’s company. Cooking a meal after work. Playing a game of chess on the board you forgot you owned, which he found under your bed.

He does go all out on special occasions, though. Your birthday, anniversaries, the like. I honestly think he might forget to plan something ahead of time sometimes, but he'd still make something work that day. He's an emergency guy. He'll always be able to pull something together, even if he just has an hour. And he has.

E for Emotions How Do They Express Emotion Around You?

This guy’s so emotionally constipated he needs an enema (medical joke). You are probably the enema! That's a compliment.

He definitely just needs a good push in the right direction. He'll try to deny his feelings for you in the beginning, on account of the age difference, and his glaringly obvious issues with self worth. Eventually, he'll figure it out. He'll let himself feel it, if you help him. He has a lot to unlearn.

A few years into your relationship, he doesn't deny himself any of his emotions around you. You know when he's sad versus happy or if he's had a good day at work versus a very shitty one. It's mainly because he expresses himself better around you, but also because you've learnt all of his cues and quirks. You’re probably the only person he lets see all of him, the good and the bad.

F for Family Do They Want One? If They Do, When?

He’s never really seen a family for himself in the books. If it happens, it happens. He wouldn't ask you to get an abortion or anything like that (or shame you for your decision to get one, obviously), but it'd definitely take a lot for him to open up to the idea. It’d take a lot for him to want it.

Not that he'd be a bad father. On the contrary, I think he'd be so, so gentle and nurturing and loving, in his own way.

He wouldn't like how a family affects his job (bc let's be real, of course it does), but it's just a learning curve he'll get over. He'll deal with needing to change his shifts, or the whole being more on edge than before, whenever he sees children in the ER, but it won't be easy.

G for Gifts How Do They Feel About Gift Giving? What Are Their Habits With Gifts?

He feels gifts should always be sentimental. If they don’t have sentimental value, he doesn’t see the point. This doesn’t mean he wouldn’t buy you anything expensive. He’d definitely buy that hair thing you mentioned, because it’d make your mornings so much easier. He’d buy that ring you eyed in the jewelry store window, as you walked arm in arm at night.

He's just meticulous about the gifts he chooses. And he buys you things at the most random times. He doesn't believe gifts should be exclusive to holidays or special occasions.

It's a habit you learn from him. Anytime something nice reminds you of him, you buy it. And you know he'll do the same.

H for Holding Hands When/How Do They Like To Hold Hands?

Interlocking fingers is reserved for intimate moments in bed or in the kitchen as you sit on the counter, watching him cook dinner.

Every now and again, he'll brush his fingers against yours in passing. It’s all he’ll let himself do in public. It's enough. It steadies your breathing and reminds him you'll always be there. It's become a habit you both cherish.

I for Injury How Would They Act If You Got Hurt?

He deals with all kinds of injuries every single day. If it's something minor, like a fall, he'll still be on edge initially. Until he checks you from head to toe to ensure you're completely fine. Then, he'll crack a little smile and help you up and into his arms for slightly closer observation.

A serious injury is a whole other story. There's a complete shift in his demeanor. It's almost like he's reverted back to his military training. He doesn't let himself feel it in the moment. He focuses solely on your well-being and making sure you're receiving the best care possible.

When it's all over, and he’s safely behind the walls of your apartment, he completely breaks down. You can see him pay closer attention to you, too. He does it for a few days after, until it gets annoying and you beg him to stop baby-ing you. The wording might throw him off, but he backs off when you promise you're fine.

J for Jokes Do They Like To Joke Around With Or Prank You? How?

He may come off as an intense guy, but he is SO unserious. He has an unhinged energy about him that I'm 100% sure makes for the best jokes ever.

When he's off the clock, he's almost unrecognizable with how extremely his energy shifts. He's still broody, but very funny. Maybe it's just because you like him so much, you can never know.

K for Kisses How Do The Like To Kiss You?

Jack kisses like he’s been starved of it. He consumes. His hands everywhere, his mouth pressed to yours until your lips are bruised. His kisses are always an all-consuming experience.

He hasn't always been this way. He's had partners before, he's always been able to control himself in the moment. All of that carefully curated control somehow just dissipates when your lips are on his.

He doesn't usually lean in for a kiss in public. I don't see him being big on PDA. If he's desperate, he'd love a quick peck until he can actually have the real thing for as long as he needs. It’s just what he prefers.

L for Love Language How Do They Show They Love You?

Acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch! In that order.

Little, subtle touches throughout the day keep him afloat. Every touch, no matter how small, is a little gesture he pours his entire being into. He'd be lying if he said each brush against your arm or hand on your shoulder doesn't make him want more, but he couldn't live without any of it.

He's not great with his words. He can't write you poems or monologue about how much he loves you. So, he does the next best thing. He praises you. Constantly and consistently. "You look gorgeous," "You nailed that," and "You're doing so great," are regular phrases in his daily vocabulary for you. You've heard them so often, they're embedded in your psyche. That’s exactly his goal. He wants to say these things so often you really, truly believe them. Because he sure as hell does.

The place he truly finds himself in your relationship is when he's doing things for you. His time is valuable, and he loves spending it on making you happy. He makes your coffee in the morning. He cleans out your apartment when you're too busy to take care of it. He takes care of you when you're sick (obvi). Or gives you head.

He spends all day taking care of people, so the fact that he's more than willing to do it all over again when he gets home isn't just any small thing. Every action is meaningful and intentional. I mean, he's literally a universal giver (O-), need I say more? It's in his blood.

M for Memory Favorite Memory Together?

Hands down, the moment he realized he wanted to marry you. Ironically, it wasn't anything romantic. You were both out on a coffee date, when a kid started choking on a piece of candy. You flawlessly performed the Heimlich Maneuver, as he talked you through it.

The way you carried yourself, the way you didn't hesitate to help, the way you stayed calm through it all and listened to his every order, trusting him completely. It reminded him of all of the reasons he loves you. He couldn't have chosen anyone better to spend the rest of his life with.

A close second is probably the one time you took a warm bath together at a hotel in Aspen, overlooking the snowy mountains. Can you blame him? Moment like that only happens once, especially with your incredibly busy schedules.

N for Nightmare What Is Their Worst Fear?

You ending up in his ER.

In any context, but mainly you ending up in his ER and then needing to be wheeled out for surgery. He'd be completely helpless. Your life would be in someone else's hands. He hates the thought of it.

O for Oddity What Is One Quirk They Have?

SO MANY QUIRKS. This man is a vet. The things he's learned are very difficult to unlearn. Working in the ER really reinforces all of these habits, too.

He eats so quickly, you think he'd choke, if he wasn't so simultaneously careful. It's like he's expecting to be called away to care for a dying patient at any moment. Even if you're just sitting at the dinner table at home with a nice, home-cooked meal. He can't help but scarf it down so quick it's gone before you're even half way done with yours.

On that same note, he sleeps anywhere and everywhere. He's catching Zzzs no matter what. He can sleep with the TV on at full volume. Or in the car on the way somewhere. He can sleep with the curtains fully pulled back and the sun shining in his eyes. It's impressive, truly. It's a survival tactic, though. It isn't sustainable. You have to pull him away from it. Whenever you’re around, you close the curtains or turn off the TV. You hold him close and make sure he's comfortable. Sometimes he thinks you've ruined him, because he's begun to find it a lot more difficult to sleep right away after a shift, without you there.

P for Pet Names What Do They Like To Call You?

Jack's never been a pet name kind of man. It's weird, because it just seems like they slip out of his mouth, before he can help it, whenever he's around you. He calls you honey, because you're so sweet it makes his teeth ache. He calls you gorgeous, because you are and it makes his head spin.

Q for Quality Time How Do They Like To Spend Time With You?

In the most mediocre ways possible. Privately.

Doing laundry at home, cooking up a recipe you found online, cuddling in bed. He likes the domesticity of it all. Plus, he doesn't get a lot of time with you. So when he does, he wants you all to himself.

R for Rhythm What Song Reminds You Of Them?

No comment.

It isn't even necessarily a good song. You probably just came across it one day on TikTok and sent it to him to get his reaction. He probably gives you shit for it constantly. But he’s well aware of how hot you find the age gap, don't need a song to prove it.

S for Secrets How Open Are They With You?

Very open! No filter. It took time for him to get there, but he sees you as his second half, truly. There's virtually nothing he'd keep from you.

He doesn't like to talk a lot about his job in great detail, though. He doesn't want to upset you. It wouldn't be a secret, but he wouldn't bring any of it up unprovoked.

T for Time How Long Does It Take You To Get Together?

A long time. He had some issues to overcome before he could fully embrace a relationship with you. He still made it very clear he was into you, he just wasn't sure he'd be able to commit, so he didn't want to lead you on.

Jack might've also felt like a creep, being with someone so much younger. He has friends with kids as old as you. He weirded himself out thinking about things like that, but every time he looked at you he was met with the reality that you are, without a doubt, a grown woman. Gorgeous. And grown. Eventually, he got over it. After a lot of encouragement from you.

U for Upset How Do They Act When You’re Upset With Them?

He GROVELS. He loves you. You know this, without a shadow of a doubt.

He's just afraid you might stay upset with him long enough to forget it. He can't lose you. So, he lets go of any pride and dignity he has left and grovels better than anyone has ever groveled. It always works.

V for Vaunt What Are They Proud Of? Do They Like To Show You Off?

YES! He constantly tells you how proud he is of you. You think you could just wake up and roll over onto your side, and he'd give you endless praises for your technique.

He definitely loves showing you off. He's confident in the fact that you both belong exclusively to each other, so he doesn't mind letting people see it too. He's just private with his gestures. It's a vulnerability thing. PDA just doesn't feel good to him.

W for Warrior How Do They Feel About You Fighting? Would They Fight For You? Beside You? Etc.

If it comes down to it, and you're assaulted on the job or something, he's ready to fight. He logically doesn't want to be violent towards anyone, but it'd just be instinctual in the moment. He's more focused on caring for you and making sure you're alright afterwards.

X for X-Ray How Well Are They Able To Read You?

Very well. He's taken the time to learn your habits, your cues, and your body. There's just this unspoken language that flows between you. Both of you can communicate so much with just your eyes, or your subtle touches.

He can point out even the smallest changes in your demeanor, and predict your mood changes very successfully. That isn't the most impressive part, though. The fact that he can take you from crying hysterically to smiling in under ten minutes is.

Y for Yes How Would They Propose To You?

Very casually. Probably in a spur-of-the-moment type of way.

He'd probably blurt the question out during dinner one day. Or while you're in bed, sharing a cigarette.

He uses the moment to gauge your reaction and then plans something sentimental and big for later. He thinks it should feel a little more official. You find it endearing that he asked before he even bought a ring.

Z for Zen What Makes Them Feel Calm?

Your voice. He's so glad you're always a phone call away. You've gotten him through a great deal of panic attacks over the phone. He's fallen asleep listening to you talk about your day on the couch one too many times.

You always know what to say. Your voice always has this calm and collected cadence to it, which leaves him amazed. It's a direct contrast to his time in the ER. He needs it more than he could ever tell you.

author's note: i apologize for the medical jokes. please forgive me.

[connor6leapfrog]

I've Loved this Thing since the Moment I Laid Eyes on It

Bonus Transparent Abortion Below the Cut

also Look at This Screenshot I Don't even Know How he Managed to Make this Face THE MII DOESNT HAVE A MOUTH THE SMILE IS HIS NOSE HOW DID HE EXPRESS LIKE THAT

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[TWST] Floyd Leech X Jessica Rabbit! Reader

Warnings: Floyd Leech, JESSICA RABBIT! READER BEING A QUEEN

A/N: I actually made this awhile back but thought it was bad and I didn't wanna like show it but I knew that since Im going to be gone for awhile for like 2 week break but will have chapters and requests on schedule I should just include this so uhm TAKE IT YAY??

Summary: Jessica Rabbit! Reader a gorgeous woman selfless, and compassionate to those around her. A woman who knew what she was capable of doing and wanted to have. A girl who could persuade those around her using not only knowing how to get those is attention around her but also being a singer with a figure that could pull people into monstro lounge was a extra bonus. A useful person that Azul needed to have for monstro lounge. so when having to try send either him or Jade out to persuade her to join they were met with her denying them as she was far to 'busy' to deal with them. So when finding Floyd taking the girl to monstro lounge for fun he couldn't help but have his jaw drop. What was worse... Floyd knew you PERSONALLY

You were known as gorgeous woman selfless, and compassionate to those around her.

A woman who knew what she was capable of doing and wanted to have. A girl who could persuade those around her using not only knowing how to get those is attention around her but also being a singer with a figure that could pull people into monstro lounge was a extra bonus. A useful person that Azul needed to have for monstro lounge. so when having to try send either him or Jade out to persuade her to join they were met with her denying them as she was far to 'busy' to deal with them.

The air in the V.I.P room was dull the opulent room thrummed with a low, simmering tension. Three figures, sharply dressed in varying shades of purple and grey, occupied the space, their expressions a study in contrasting emotions.

Azul held his head in his hands behind his desk for someone who exuded power he was stressed hands looking through the photographic photos of your features and you talking to others throughout the file Jade collected of you and your habits from your name to your social media account which was run by cater.

His silver hair was neatly combed, framing a face that held the sharp intelligence of a shrewd businessman and the cold calculation of a master strategist. His glasses perched delicately on his nose, amplified the intensity of his gaze on the file trying to keep up a serene mask hiding emotions of simmering frustration.

Jade Leech stood behind Azul like a silent observer. His hair was straight-cut teal in color, with short bangs and one long streak of dark-gray hair framing his left side that formed a 'J'

His expression was one of calm patience. His eyes have complete heterochromia, with his left eye being yellow, and his right eye being olive-brown

Jade watched the scene unfold with an unnervingly still intensity; a silent assessment of the situation, reading the subtle shifts in the power dynamic of the room.

While his suit matched his brother's in color, his posture was perfectly erect, almost formal, adding to the unsettling stillness that emanated from him.

His hands, elegantly gloved, remained clasped in front of him, yet his slight subtle sharp tooth smile showed his amusement of the frustrated scene of Azul losing his mind trying to figure out anything.

Jade smiled at his careful positioning, the controlled gazes- all spoke volumes in his silent interplay giving quick snippets of opinions to Azul yet glancing towards Floyd who shared look of amusement and calculation, however, hinted at a perfectly coordinated plan unfolding, a silent game only the twins understand.

Floyd lazily sprawled languidly across a plush chaise lounge, a picture of decadent relaxation. His teal hair, a vibrant splash against the muted tones of the room, fell across his face as he regarded something unseen with a playful, almost predatory gleam in his eyes. A sly smile played on his lips, hinting at mischief and a barely contained excitement. Azul couldn't help but sigh chucking the files back down on the highly polished desk. His gloved hand covered his mouth as he spoke out loud "I don't get how someone like her will turn down this opportunity... I mean how could she not? proper work hours, good money, singing for the lounge, and her own free meals... what else could she need?"

Jade hummed picking up the file and handing it to Floyd who opened it the tweels looking down on the paper yet. Floyd couldn't help but tilt his head his right ear earring clinking together from the motion as he took notice of the h/c hair a smile reaching his lips taking note of the familiar girl "Ah! so we were just trying to get Koebi-chans friend to come here?"

Jade held his gloved hand under his chin nodding "seems so... Azul and I have been trying to talk to her to join Monstro Lounge since Yuu had shown us a video of her singing for a club back from where she came from it was quite nice" Jade smiled eyes closing.

Azul let out a huff "Not only that but we could use her to get more patrons for monstro lounge she is useful and she knows it" He sighed leaning back against his seat.

Floyd hummed eyes focused on the photo of you inside the folder. A soft smile reached his lips at your famillar apperance thumb rubbing over your feature with a lazy gaze. "Betta fish and her get along I mean they both seem to fit the title of Betta Fishes" Floyd grinned looked over to Azul who huffed "Indeed and if she has connections to Vil well she'd be able to have more yet we've tried everything to join monstro lounge" Jade nodded his head in agreement unaware of the thoughts stirring up Floyds mind.

You strolled through the halls of NRC, unbothered by the lingering stares of your peers. Some tried to be discreet, snapping their gazes away the moment you passed, yet you could feel their curiosity, their intrigue.

It wasn’t just your poised and effortless grace—it was the way your red lipstick stood out, perfectly framing your smirk, the way your makeup accentuated every glance, and how your hair, styled to perfection, added to your undeniable presence, and yet you paid them no mind. Stopping outside Yuu’s classroom, you leaned against the wall, waiting. The rhythmic tapping of footsteps echoed against the checkered floor, but your focus remained elsewhere, your gaze idly drifting to the window as you waited, patient and unhurried. Then a voice broke through the stillness “Neh~! Flowerhorn Cichlid!” Your brows lifted slightly, but you made no move to acknowledge it. Whoever he was calling, it certainly wasn’t you. Yet before you could ponder further, a hand casually landed on your shoulder.You turned, unbothered, only to meet the lidded, mischievous gaze of Floyd Leech. His grin stretched wide, lazy and teasing, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Flowerhorn…?” you echoed, lashes fluttering as you turned to fully face him, your movements slow and deliberate. Your golden earrings caught the light as you did, drawing his eyes to the way they shimmered against your skin. He tilted his head, watching you in that way he did when something—or someone—caught his interest. “You’ve been causing Jade and Azul problems, ehe~” he mused, grin never faltering. “They said you’d be fun for the lounge.” With a slow, knowing smirk, his arm slinked over your shoulder, testing your reaction but you didn’t push him away. Instead, you let him linger because despite his unpredictability, despite the way others feared his whims and mood swings—you found him interesting and Floyd Leech had just made the mistake of catching your attention.

Floyd grinned down at you before gripping your gloved hand dragging you away without hesitation, causing you to blink confused yet you continued to walk beside him slow paced while he talked your ear off happily grinning, dragging you off somewhere before heading to the next place when he got bored.

It was peculiar he would get bored whenever and would call it boring after a bit before taking you to the next place without hesitation. With how wild Floyd was you were phased enjoying quietly at his actions entertained by him.

Within a couple days of hanging out with a hyperactive moody eel merman who would drag you away whenever he felt like it started to become something normal but here you were walking on the shore lines watching Floyd grin and laugh when heading inside the ocean water. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the shoreline, the gentle lapping of waves blending with the distant hum of the ocean. Floyd swam around before he laid sprawled across the wet sand, half-submerged where the sea met the land, his long, bioluminescent tail trailing behind him in the water.

Droplets clung to his pale, speckled skin, shimmering like tiny stars against the smooth expanse of his chest and arms. You couldn't help but admire his appearance in his mer form.

Floyds teal sea-green hair clung damply to his forehead, strands curling around the delicate, fin-like protrusions at the sides of his head. One webbed hand lazily pushed his bangs back, revealing sharp golden eyes that gleamed with amusement. His mouth curled into a lopsided grin, razor-sharp teeth glinting beneath the moon’s glow. There was something unreadable in his expression—a mix of idle curiosity and barely contained mischief, like a predator toying with its prey.

He didn’t move right away, simply staring up at you pushing himself up. Rhe faint rise and fall of his chest the only indication of his slow, unbothered breathing. His tail flicked idly in the shallows, the bioluminescent patterns pulsing with a faint, hypnotic glow. The way he lingered between the land and sea made him seem otherworldly, as if he existed in a space neither fully bound to the ocean nor to the shore.

"How was the swim" you uttered bending down to Floyd who grinned staring up at you "Ehee! Man, every day's a party when I'm with you. I can't get enough Flowerhorn fishy!" A smiled reached your lips before you cupped his face, swiping the hair that clinged onto Floyds forehead to the side.

The lightning from the moon cascaded down your face staring at the eel merman who stared at you with fondness. Floyd couldn't help but stare up at you silence comforting you too. Floyd spoke up his voice laced with a menacing cherry tone "Nehhh Flowerhorn can you swim?" A melodic hum came from you "I can, why?" Floyd smiled.

Yet, in the way his lips curled just so, and the lazy amusement in his gaze, there was an undeniable sense of playfulness something unpredictable, something dangerous lurking just beneath his eyes. In an instant, Floyd’s grip tightened around you, and before you could react, you were yanked beneath the waves. The world blurred into a rush of cool water, bubbles escaping in a frantic swirl around you. Your eyes snapped open, the dim, shifting light of the ocean casting eerie patterns over your skin. Strands of your h/c hair floated weightlessly around you as your arms flailed, instinctively reaching for something anything to ground yourself.

Panic surged through your chest as you kicked upward, your body desperate for air. The shimmering surface above grew closer, rippling like liquid glass, and with one final push, you broke through. A gasp tore from your lungs as you inhaled sharply, the salty night air filling your chest. Around you, the rhythmic crash of waves filled your ears, droplets clinging to your skin as your soaked hair plastered itself to your face. Despite the chaos, your makeup remained miraculously intact, a stark contrast to the breathless, disoriented state you were in.

Just as your trembling hands reached toward the shore, something coiled around your waist. A startled yelp escaped your lips as you felt the unmistakable press of gills and smooth, damp skin wrapping around you. Your heart pounded as your gaze snapped over your shoulder only to lock onto a pair of mismatched golden and teal eyes, gleaming with amusement. Floyd Leech’s familiar, sharp-toothed grin was mere inches away, his expression a perfect blend of playful mischief and something far more unpredictable. Floyd’s grin faltered the moment his gaze met yours. There was something unreadable about you an effortless composure, a sultry, knowing look that never wavered, even as his arms instinctively tightened around you. His sharp eyes searched your face, trying to decipher the unreadable calm you exuded. Had he gone too far? Dragging you into the water had been fun, but had he miscalculated? That would be a shame… you were just starting to become entertaining. And then, laughter.

A rich, velvety sound spilled from your lips, smooth as silk and intoxicating as the ocean breeze. It rippled through the night, striking him like a wave as you cupped his face with a teasing touch, your nails lightly grazing his damp skin. Your body shook with amusement, your chest rising and falling in time with the playful melody of your laughter. It was an unexpected contrast—an elegant presence undone by sheer, unrestrained delight.

Floyd’s golden eyes widened, caught somewhere between surprise and fascination, before his lips stretched into a wide, toothy grin. That laughter—he hadn’t expected it. But he liked it. A lot.

You barely had time to react before he closed the space between you, his forehead pressing against yours, his grin mirroring your own. His sharp gaze drank in every detail your eyes alight with mischief, your lips curved in that effortlessly charming way, and just as he leaned in, savoring the moment, you struck—flicking a handful of water into his face.

A beat of silence.

Then, a cackle erupted from him, wild and unrestrained, before he lunged. The ocean swelled around you as he tackled you back into the water, his laughter mixing with yours beneath the waves. He hadn’t expected this side of you—this dazzling contradiction of elegance and chaos. And now that he had seen it, now that he had heard that laugh, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to let it go.

Days blurred into weeks, and weeks melted into a couple of months.

You found it downright peculiar how Floyd remained so persistently glued to your side, despite the numerous occasions you'd gently declined his invitations to accompany him to Monster Lounge or even work there. Frankly, you assumed he'd tire of your company by now, yet here he was, his heels clicking rhythmically behind you as you strolled out of school hours, an almost tangible aura of mischief surrounding him.

Unable to resist, you flicked your gaze sideways to the young man tagging along, noting how Floyd's arms were casually crossed behind his head, a look of languid boredom etched on his face as he gazed off into the courtyard. Compared to his typical intense demeanor, he seemed positively relaxed, drifting alongside you with an almost dreamlike quality.

An exaggerated sigh escaped your glossy red lips as you tossed a glance Floyd's way. "Don't you have a job to get to at the lounge after classes, handsome?" you asked coyly, making sure to emphasize 'job' in that sultry, breathy tone you reserved for special occasions. Floyd shrugged, a languid, almost dismissive gesture. "Meh, I'd rather spend my time with you, Flowerhorn Cichlid. You're far more entertaining," he drawled, his voice dripping with a casual tone.

"Plus, Zul gets so worked up about not being able to rope you in, and it's just too funny for words. And let's be real, once I'm stuck at the lounge, it's all the same old same old. The 'little morsels' are there, sure, but all that squeezing gets sooo boring when you're not around, plus hanging with Jade gets boring too." A soft, lilting hum, reminiscent drifted from your lips as you considered his words. A warm chuckle came from you glancing towards the tweel "Aww, Floyd..." you uttered cupping his face with a gloved hand stopping in your tracks. "What am I going to do with you, hmm?"

Floyd's eyes widened in surprise at your sudden stop, his grin faltering for a split second before he regained his composure. He blinked, looking from your gloved hand cupping his face before back at you. "What If I started working at monstro lounge so you don't get all moody" A slow, wicked smile spread across his features as he seemed to absorb your words blinking for a moment his lips twitching up. "AWWWW FLOWERHORN~!" Floyd cheered with satisfaction as he leaned in closer hugging you wrapping himself around with a giggle, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered "you ain't going to regret it... Plus Azuls gonna get a supper funny look realizing that I got you to come join" He grinned leaning onto you arms wrapping around your waist while you let out a soft hum wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Of course honey bunny" You muttered quietly to yourself letting floyd nuzzle into your shoulder letting out a relaxed sigh. Despite the flirtatious banter and the flirtatious undertones dripping from every word, there was a genuine fondness in Floyd's eyes. In that moment, it was clear that Floyd saw you as a woman who could keep him on his toes, challenge him, and make his world a whole lot more entertaining. And judging by the playful gleam in your own eyes, you were more than up for the task.

You paused for a moment when feeling something bite down onto your shoulder lightly causing you to sigh for a moment "Floyd" "Yessss Flowerhorn Cichlid" Floyd asked silence filling you to again as you spoke with a deadpan expression "Did you bite me" Silence once more before Floyd made a small 'Chomp' noise and nibbled onto another part of your shoulder causing you to sigh knowing you signed up for this. Right after Floyd pulled away and beamed grasping your gloved hand before dragging you away into the hall of mirrors exclaiming about how he'll enjoy the look of Azul and Jades face.

Floyd's hands grasped yours tightly, pulling you through the heavy doors of Monstro Lounge. The air inside was thick with the mingled scents of aged paper and crisp sea salt, a heady combination that tickled your nostrils. Floyd's eyes darted around eagerly, scanning the crowd for a particular silver-haired male, his sultry smile never leaving his face.

You found yourself matching his pace, your hips swaying in time with his long strides. The way he looked at you, with such unbridled enthusiasm and affection

As you walked past Ruggie, you noticed his jaw dropping open in surprise at the sight of you. Conversations halted, and forks clattered against plates as you and Floyd made your way through the bustling establishment. Eyes followed your every move, admiring your figure and the way your red dress hugged your body. Floyd seemed oblivious to the stares and whispers, focused solely on guiding you towards the closed door of Azul's office. With a quick glance at you to ensure you were still with him, he pushed open the door and ushered you inside, letting it click shut behind you. The atmosphere in the office was different, more intimate and charged with a certain tension the sound of scribbling and grumbling came from a hunched form behind a desk.

Your eyes darted around the room thought more focused on the peculiar blend that perfectly encapsulated the room's unique character. Walls of polished obsidian, inlaid with shimmering mother-of-pearl, housed towering bookshelves overflowing with leather-bound tomes. Their spines, faded with age, whispered tales of forgotten lore and untold adventures—each a portal to another world waiting to be explored.

At the heart of the room sat a massive mahogany desk, its surface gleaming under the soft light of a lamp shaped like a stylized nautilus shell. Behind it, a vault door, intricate and imposing, dominated the far wall. Its circular mechanism, a massive ship's wheel cast in bronze. Floyd smiled as he plopped onto one of the two plush, midnight-blue sofas that stood facing each other, inviting conversation and contemplation. Between them, a low glass coffee table held a softly glowing, ethereal blue orb—a calming luminescence in the otherwise dim setting. The room felt both ancient and modern, luxurious yet studious, a space where magic and knowledge intertwined in a hushed and powerful embrace. Subtle, underwater scenes, delicately painted within the wall panels, served as a quiet reminder of a submerged, hidden world.

Azul sighed from behind his desk, his pen scratching against the contract laid out before him. He set the pen down and lifted his head, fixing Floyd with a stern gaze. "Floyd, finally you've arrived, I need you and Jade to-" The silver-lavender haired male paused mid-sentence, his eyes widening as they fell upon the stunning woman sitting beside Floyd. He couldn't help but let out a startled "OH!" followed by a quick inhale, his grin becoming more relaxed and proper, akin to a con-man's smile.

"[Name], what a pleasure! It's wonderful to see you once again," Azul beamed, folding his hands together. "Azul Ashengrotto yes I know" You stated. Floyd fidgeted in his seat before grinning widely and wrapping a possessive arm around your shoulder. He pointed at your face, drawing Azul's attention back to you. "Flowerhorn wants to join Monstro Lounge!" Floyd declared, gripping you tighter.

Azul pursed his lips, a look of confusion on his face. "Flowerhorn…? Like a Flower Horn Cichlid…?" he asked, trying to make sense of Floyd's words and the nickname he had given to you.

Floyd nodded, holding onto you even more tightly, as if emphasizing his claim on you. An exasperated sigh left Azul's lips, and he seemed about to tell Floyd to unhand you, but he paused, noticing the way you sat there with such ease and familiarity around Floyd.

Azul couldn't help but pick up on the soft curve of your lips, the gentle smile playing across your face that spoke of a comfort and warmth he had never seen from you before. He would expect such an expression for you to give Yuu or Grim, but Floyd? Never in a million years did he think he would see you acting so affectionate and at ease with the likes of Floyd Leech.

You leaned slightly towards Floyd as he rambled on to Azul about your new arrangement, your body language screaming an intimate closeness and genuine warmth shared between the two of you. Azul watched in disbelief, humming thoughtfully as he pushed a contract towards you.

Azul watched in disbelief, humming thoughtfully as he pushed a contract towards you. Giving you a run down on your job, what to do along with the things you have to do.

"It's a deal!" Azul grinned, his eyes flickering to the quill held in your gloved hand. He glanced towards Floyd, who had rested his head casually on your shoulder causing you to remember that you were doing this out of your own choice and to also have the sense of familiarity from before being transported here.

Yet, even as you signed the contract with a flick of your wrist, a gnawing feeling clung to you, a sense that Floyd's enthusiasm and the way he rested so comfortably on your shoulder, grinning happily and rambling about your shared future at Monstro Lounge, had an ulterior motive. It was clear that his affections and excitement went beyond the professional, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the thought of the web you might be entangling yourself in. Still, you kept a poised and relaxed smile on your face as you placed the quill down, sealing your fate with a flourish. The ink glistened like liquid gold, a reminder of the glittering promises and hidden dangers that lay ahead in this new chapter. Floyd's head lingered on your shoulder. Azul watched you both with a mix of surprise and newfound respect, wondering just what lengths of how you would go to for the certain tweel beside you.

When interacting or even knowing Floyd Leech was like stepping into a field full of landmines ready to explode with the slightest pressure or misstep.

Everybody feared him calling him lazy and stupid not only that but violent. Nobody knew what he was thinking other then Azul and Jade who easily knew how to dodge every single one hidden to not have his mood swing yet they all were still able to slightly set him off.

So how come you out of all people were interested in him? you someone who proved to brave, quick-witted, and intuitive; knowingly putting herself at risk for others with a calm composure someone who was able to get the interest of princes, future powerful mages, actors/models, and others who were waiting in line.

But You were interested in Floyd Leech

THE FLOYD LEECH? Someone who was collared many times, who got along easily with many people, although these interactions are at times one-sided (Cough cough riddle and floyd)

Floyd who was someone difficult to predict. What he's thinking or what he's going to do next.

Floyd leech a moody person, switching from good to bad mood in a minute (and vice versa) which can make him seem like an entirely different person.

The twin brother of Jade who gets bored of things easily resulting in him quitting things, sometimes even those activities he himself suggested to do. Because of his whims and mood-swings, some people find him troublesome to deal with.

However, if something catches Floyd's interest, he becomes rather enthusiastic and focused. On some occasions, He also shows off a more terrifying and sinister demeanor... So how come out of others that were much more of a sane option you chose to date FLOYD LEECH

Your friends didn't understand it at all they couldn't understand your dating choices either, yet they noticed how you'd stare at Floyd lovingly with the sweetest smile. Ace couldn't help but stare at you confused and with furrowed brows while Deuce was trying to help Yuu stop Grim from eating off Yuukens plate. The five of you sat in a booth near the corner of having a good view of the stage and close to the bar.

The smooth sound of jazz music blended with the clinking of dishes and the lively chatter of those around.

Ace noticed your gaze lingering on Floyd, who stood with Jade, both grinning at a student in a different booth. Floyd's signature threatening smile accompanied by a soft giggle. Ace furrowed his brows before speaking up. "Seriously, [Name], what do you even see in that guy?"Your attention shifted to Ace as you lifted your gloved hand, bringing a wine glass to your lips. The deep hue of your lipstick left a faint mark on the glass as you took a slow sip. Then, as if drawn by an unseen force, your eyes flickered back to Floyd just in time to see him waving at you while effortlessly dragging away his latest unfortunate victim with Jade not to far behind.

Your lips tugged up slightly, eyes half-lidded, as Monstro Lounge’s serene, iridescent lights cast a soft glow on your figure. Focusing on Floyd once more, you blew him a kiss when he waved again before shutting the door to Azul’s VIP office. You turned your head back to Ace and the others who were staring at you with wide eyes as you replied with a silky smooth voice.

"He makes me laugh"

DATING HEADCANNONS BECAUSE THIS NEEDS TO BE DONE AND I ENJOYED THIS TOO MUCH OKAY LET ME BE!!

˚₊ · »-♡→ Dating Floyd leech means you'd have to deal with his mood swings, and unhinged behavior good thing for you that you understood him like the back of your purple gloves

˚₊ · »-♡→ Dancing together will be common. Jazz or not he'd dance with you grinning stupidly yet when its slow romantic music he can't help but caress your body with a smile holding up one of your arms and other hand on your hip as you stare at him over your shoulder with how he kisses your shoulder blade and neck with a soft smile

˚₊ · »-♡→ Other times compared to your slow dancing he'd start breaking dancing out of nowhere and you couldn't help but smile slowly at how unpredictable he was

˚₊ · »-♡→ When you would preform jazz songs Floyd would growl at peoples comments quietly, Jade patting his shoulder because they eyed you as if you were a pound of meat

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd can't help but have a shit eating grin when your done preforming and head into your change room because he knows that he'd be the one pampering you with kisses and knows he'll be the one that gets called honey bunny

˚₊ · »-♡→ Everybody is confused why you would call Floyd Honey bunny he's a eel but Floyd would wave them off and enjoy how you'd coo at him and press kisses upon his face though you do always remember to call him 'eely' too just for fun

˚₊ · »-♡→ One time you knocked out of Floyd due to worry he'd get hurt by a aggressive customer when he woke up after a bit he was grinning and hugging you.

˚₊ · »-♡→ Azul though who had to calm down the aggressive customer himself was pissed though demanding you work an extra hour because he had to spend time dealing with an 'incompetent baffoon' Jade on the other hand enjoyed watching Azul having to calm down the customer before stepping in himself.

˚₊ · »-♡→ A small gasp came from you looking around "Oh, no! Where's Floyd?" Azul couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows "Floyd? He left me in the V.I.P room when I needed him to help with aggressive customer" Azul sighed crossing his arms "No, he didn't. I hit him over the head with a frying pan and stuck him in the closet. So he wouldn't get hurt." Azul froze jaw dropping while Jade hummed giving a closed eyed smile "Makes perfect sense." "IT DOESN'T?!"

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd has cooked you many meals before and would smile watching you eat, the two of you cooking for the other with loving smiles well more like Floyd giggling and poking you with prodding hands secretly while you playfully hit him back with flour

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd leech chooses to laugh like creepily, he loved how scary he seemed to others how they would hide away in fear like scared guppies yet when you stare at him with a fond look he can't help but have another reason to love his laugh

˚₊ · »-♡→ Jade teases him about it with how he still hasn't gotten bored of you and would ditch everything even if he gets scolded even more for you

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would watch you on stage when he is behind the bar smiling softly while staring at you and yourred sequined strapless dress that reveals a lot of cleavage with a low back, sweetheart neckline, and high thigh slit, pink stilettos, elegant purple opera gloves, and gold stud earrings.

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would giggle as he watches you look at him while singing every now and then when touching other students to help get money fro monstro lounge

˚₊ · »-♡→ The amount of times he swoons at the way you cup his face kissing his lips and cheeks complimenting him when needed as he looks at you with a doe eyed look

˚₊ · »-♡→ Azul THRIVES with the money you bring in and attention getting brands for monstro lounge though he does also worry about you and makes sure your safe too even though he knows Floyd is close to tackling anybody who would try to get near you

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would grin when you try new lipstick on him as he grips onto your hips with a smile

˚₊ · »-♡→ When Floyd was in a horrendous mood due to a student claiming you were dating him out of pity he couldn't help but be sour all day grumbling to himself and hugging a pillow.

˚₊ · »-♡→ When you came into his room he couldn't help but lash out of you complaining trying to push you away yet the moment you cupped his face leaning into him he couldn't help but melt he loved your touch when you cupped his face with a grin.

˚₊ · »-♡→ "Floyd, darling. I want you to know I love you. I've loved you more than any woman's ever loved a eel.. whatever they say you and I both know that I love you dearly" he short circuited after that tackling you into his bed and laughing about how you always knew how to make his day

[xxsinisterbunniexx]

Dating/ Relationship headcannons for eyeless jack? For female reader, please! Thank you!

Haha so like believe it or not I’ve started writing dating headcanons shortly after posting my general NSFW headcanons…. And then I got distracted

Also um so like me when I said I was gonna answer a bunch of requests over spring break and then proceeded to not answer a single one after that…. SO YEAH IM WORKING ON IT

Anyways…

𓆩♡𓆪 Creepypasta boys dating headcanons 𓆩♡𓆪

+love languages as a bonus

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, BEN drowned, X Virus, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoodie

Jeff the Killer

☠︎︎ physical touch, he’s very used to touch being used in a negative way, towards him or by him so soft touches would make him melt

☠︎︎ likes to have you in his lap

☠︎︎ like wdym you need a chair he’s right here???

☠︎︎ he flirts with you by being sarcastic and snarky ☠︎︎ so like you might think he hates you at first before you realize he has a crush on you

☠︎︎ not great with his words/expressing his feelings

☠︎︎ you’d need to have thick skin to be with him, because he will definitely say things he doesn’t mean during an argument

☠︎︎ and he LIKES to argue, so if you hate conflict he’s probably not for you

☠︎︎ jealous and a bit possessive too, so you’d have to be careful about how you talk to other people and how often you do so

☠︎︎ he needs a LOT of reassurance and attention but he won’t ask for it directly, he’ll just get snappy and mean without an explanation

☠︎︎ it’s not always obvious why he’s upset so he’d need to be with someone who is both perceptive and patient

☠︎︎ he’s not the best at figuring out why you’re upset, so direct communication is best for him

☠︎︎ ride or die tbh, he doesn’t like very many people so if you’ve somehow wooed him you ain’t ever getting away

Ticci Toby

✘ touchtouchtouch

✘ he can’t feel pain or temperature so he values the things he can feel

✘ his hands are always on you in some capacity

✘ he’ll have his arm around you, he’ll hold your hand, and he LOVES it when you hold his arm

✘ he’ll also bear hug you and pick you up whenever he sees you (and he expects you to run into his arms)

✘ kinda OBNOXIOUS lol, like he’s the type of bf who does shit to annoy you just because he likes to see you get all riled up

✘ pokes your nose, licks your face, bites you, anything to get your attention

✘ no press is bad press

✘ the way he expresses love and affection is… unconventional

✘ like will sometimes just be so over the top and cannot read the situation

✘ he’d be very blunt in how he feels about you and generally is uninhibited when speaking about his feelings

✘ This can sometimes lead to issues so would need thick skin if you’re gonna date him

✘ he’s spontaneous and super energetic so you either need to be someone who can match that energy or super go with the flow

✘ has trouble seeing things from your perspective sometimes, but in an argument he doesn’t get all heated he just shuts down

✘ so he’d definitely do better with someone who’s not very temperamental

✘He’s a wild ride but if you can be down with all he’s got going on, he’ll stay in a long term relationship

Eyeless Jack

𖤐 gifts! He would definitely be bringing you back little trinkets

𖤐 it could be fun and pretty things he’s found while he’s out or little snacks/your favorite drink, etc

𖤐 just anything he can bring you to show you he was thinking of you

𖤐 treats you like you are dainty because he’s scared of breaking you

𖤐 he loves so gently

𖤐 makes sure you know you are valued by him

𖤐 regularly tells you he loves you, that you’re beautiful, he appreciates you

𖤐 plans the cutest dates and really likes to take you out

𖤐 the dates would be super tailored to what you’re into

𖤐 arguments are more like open discussions and he genuinely wants to help you change and grow as a person

𖤐 he’s a bit protective and only slightly jealous, no more than anyone else really

𖤐 he doesn’t want to hold you back in anyway really so he doesn’t often tell you what to do

𖤐 he would do best with someone who’s softer and less judgmental, he has a lot of shame around his eating habits and feeling like a monster

𖤐 he tends to give more than he takes so he’d do better with someone who’s also very generous that way there’d be equal dynamics between you two

BEN drowned

⚠︎ quality time, but not so much in the way of just liking to be around, he likes if you actually make plans to see him, even if it’s just to hang out

⚠︎ loves to play video games with you and he gets competitive

⚠︎ somewhat like Toby he is a little shit!

⚠︎ like he just LOVES to annoy the fuck out of you

⚠︎ he just thinks you’re wayyyy too cute when you’re angry

⚠︎ really likes to show off who he’s with

⚠︎ will buy you clothes, makeup, etc really anything to doll you up and show you off

⚠︎ once you are official he will be telling everyone in the existence of ever

⚠︎ especially because…

⚠︎ he’s SUPER POSSESSIVE like oh god HE’S SICK

⚠︎ like if someone LOOKS at you a little too long he’s got a problem

⚠︎ god forbid someone hits on you

⚠︎ but rather than taking it up with you, he just secretly ruins their life

⚠︎ he may not always be the best partner, he can lack empathy at times and arguments with him are a nightmare because he will twist your words and may manipulate you lightly

⚠︎ will randomly come through when it really matters

⚠︎ would do better with someone who’s (and forgive me here for my choice of word) a bit tsundere-like

⚠︎ he likes someone who takes effort to win over because he loves the chase

⚠︎ he also likes if you’re easy to embarrass or get a reaction out of

⚠︎ your relationship will feel like constant push and pull

X Virus

☣︎ acts of service

☣︎ Cody is a problem solver and will do what he can to make you happy and help you when there’s things troubling you

☣︎ at the same time, he has periods where he gets really invested into what he’s studying and may not pay attention to you for days

☣︎ so if you’re caring and will support him while he gets like that >>>>

☣︎ like bringing him food, helping with his laundry, etc (daily tasks he would need to do but he’s too hyper focused to take care of himself)

☣︎ you may have to convince him to shower during these periods

☣︎ would likely be pretty inexperienced in romance

☣︎ would defo be one of those guys that gets exponentially hotter after getting a girlfriend because she teaches him how to dress and be presentable

☣︎ rambles on about his experiments so you would ideally be a good listener and someone who will engage with him even if you have no idea what he’s talking about

☣︎ not super jealous but has CRAZY accurate senses when it comes to someone actually liking you and subtly flirting with you

☣︎ it’s like a siren goes off in his brain and then he’s like “not that person”

☣︎ pussy whippedddddd like once he’s into you you’ve got him on his KNEES

☣︎ got him opening doors and carrying heavy stuff like shittttttt

Tim/Masky

꩜ acts of service

꩜ Tim is not always the best with his words and can be kind of awkward so he’d rather just do things to show he cares

꩜ protective almost in like a dad way, like would make sure your car had all the fluids and maintenance it needs (can u tell I know nothing about cars)

꩜ or you’d randomly mention something you want and it’ll magically appear

꩜ he’s very practical, so dates and anniversaries are not too over the top, he keeps it simple

꩜ he’d do best with someone who’s more chill and laid back

꩜ he’s slow to open up and not the best at discussing his feelings so someone who is patient & perceptive is better for him

꩜ if it’s cold he always wants you to take his jacket (also loves to see you in it)

꩜Chivalry ain’t dead while he’s around

꩜ doesn’t get jealous often, he’s pretty mature

꩜ he’s very closed off and secretive about the parts of his life that he’s not proud of, so he’d need to be with someone who’s comfortable with not knowing everything

꩜ this also means it would take you a while to meet Masky

☆ Masky isn’t around all that often so you won’t get a ton of attention from him

☆ he views you as more of a pet than a girlfriend

☆ will give you the occasional head pat or say something flirtatious which often borders on sexual harassment

Brian/Hoodie

𖣐 words of affirmation

𖣐 he likes to be told that he is valued!

𖣐 but also loves to compliment you, and he is quite charming

𖣐 LOVES to tease

𖣐 he’s constantly taking pictures of you or recording you

𖣐has a picture of you in his wallet

𖣐 writes you little love notes and hides them in places you’ll find them easily

𖣐 he’s really perceptive so you can’t easily hide your feelings around him

𖣐 he will call bullshit if you try to say “no, I’m not mad” because he KNOWS

𖣐 not really jealous at all tbh

𖣐 if someone hits on you he takes it as a compliment

𖣐 like yeah he knows you’re hot

☹ You don’t see Hoodie for a while

☹ because lowkey he acts like a stalker at first even though you’re dating Brian and therefore also him

☹ he wouldn’t just come up and approach you, he has to be a weirdo and watch you from the shadows

☹ like just come talk to me you freak

☹ he will also leave you letters but they’re a little more sinister than Brian’s and in places that are off putting

☹ eventually he’d approach you, but like Masky he more so sees you as something to toy with rather than a girlfriend (even though his affection for you is definitely deep in there somewhere)

Hope you enjoyed :3

[gdinthehouseee]

224: KWON JI-YONG x READER

summary: after being indecisive on the design, you finally get a matching tattoo with ji-yong

word count: 2504

tags: fluff, flirting, smau bonus - (if you have tattoos we'll pretend this was your first ever tattoo, for the plot ofc) also your usernames are within the images :pp

“You know,” Ji-yong muses, tracing lazy circles on your arm as you lay tangled together on the couch, “I still think we should get matching tattoos.”

You roll your eyes with a small laugh. “You’ve been saying that for months.”

“Because I mean it.” He props himself up on his elbow, watching you with that signature smirk—the one that always spells trouble. “I’m covered in them, and you still don’t have a single one. It’s kind of unfair.”

“You say that like I haven’t wanted one,” you argue, nudging his chest. “I’m just… picky. If I’m going to have something on my body forever, it has to be perfect.”

He hums, nodding like he understands, but then his lips curl mischievously. “Oh, I know you’re picky. That’s why I’m mentally preparing myself for the five-hour deliberation when we finally go.”

You scoff. “It won’t take five hours.”

“Mm. No, you’re right. Six hours at least.”

You swat at him, and he laughs, catching your wrist before lacing your fingers together. “I’m just saying,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, “you overthink things, and I think this is one of those times you don’t have to. It’s about meaning, not just aesthetics.”

You exhale slowly, your fingers idly playing with the chain around his neck. “That’s the thing, though. I want it to mean something. If I get a tattoo, I don’t want to regret it in ten years.”

He studies you for a moment, his expression shifting from playful to soft. “I get that,” he says, voice quieter now. “That’s why I want to get something with you. Because I know I’d never regret it.”

You and Ji-yong have never needed grand gestures to prove what you already know—you're in this for life. It’s something you’ve both made clear, in whispered confessions late at night, in the way his fingers always find yours in a crowded room, in the unshakable certainty that no matter what, you’d always choose each other. Marriage is definitely in the cards, something you’ve talked about more than once, not as a distant "what if" but as an inevitable when. But a tattoo? That’s something different. Something permanent in a way that even rings aren’t, ink pressed into skin as a quiet, unwavering promise. If you were going to do this—if—you wanted it to be right. You wanted it to truly mean something. 

Your heart clenches at the sincerity in his tone, but before you can dwell on it too much, he smirks again. “But since you’re the most indecisive person on the planet, I might have to take matters into my own hands.”

You raise a brow, already suspicious. “And what exactly does that mean?”

“I was thinking... tiny cartoon dragons.”

A groan slips from your lips as you shove his face away, making him laugh. “Ji-yong, no. If I’m getting my first tattoo, it’s not going to be a cartoon dragon.”

“Okay, okay, how about this?” He shifts, pulling out his phone. “We could get something cool—like a symbol, maybe. Or lyrics from a song.” He scrolls through images for a moment before holding up a picture of a delicate script tattoo. “Something simple, like this?”

You tilt your head, considering it. “I like that, but… I don’t know.”

“See?” He grins, nudging your cheek with his nose. “Picky.”

“Thoughtful,” you correct, flicking his forehead.

He chuckles, tucking his face against your shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. Same thing.”

You smile softly, the idea still floating in your mind. You do want a tattoo, but you want it to be right. Something that matters, something that’s yours. And knowing Ji-yong, he’ll wait as long as you need.

“Alright,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss just below your jaw. “I’ll be patient—for now. But the second you figure it out, I’m taking you straight to the shop. No second-guessing.”

You shake your head, amused. “We’ll see about that.”

His lips brush against your skin again, warm and teasing. “Mark my words, jagiya. One day, you’ll be the one begging me to go first.”

You scoff, but the thought lingers in your mind long after the conversation ends. Maybe he’s right. Maybe one day will be sooner than you think. For the entire week following said conversation, you were kept awake by all the different design possibilities—including everything wrong with them, critiquing every Pinterest board you came across, analysing them like you were a professional. 

Like the previous few nights: it’s late—one of those nights where the world outside feels distant, the only sounds in the room are the slow hum of the air conditioning and Ji-yong’s steady breathing beside you. You should be sleeping, but instead, you’re lying on your back, phone in hand, scrolling through tattoo ideas for what feels like the hundredth time.

Ji-yong shifts, his arm tightening around your waist as he buries his face against your shoulder. “You’re thinking too hard again,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. “I can hear it.”

You let out a breathy laugh, locking your phone and setting it aside. “You can hear me thinking?”

“Yes,” he groans, shifting onto his elbow to squint at you through heavy-lidded eyes. “It’s loud. Annoyingly loud.”

You roll onto your side to face him, resting your cheek against the pillow. “Well, I can’t help it. This is permanent—I want to get it right.”

He sighs dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “This is worse than when you take an hour to pick a restaurant.”

“Excuse me, that’s an important decision,” you argue. “I need to weigh all my options.”

“It’s food.”

“It’s life or death.”

He huffed a laugh, then pokes your forehead lightly. “See? This is exactly what I mean. You’re gonna think yourself into oblivion if you don’t chill.” He drags you closer until your head is against his chest, his fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes along your back. “We could get anything, and it wouldn’t change a thing. You and me? We’re already forever. Today, tomorrow, and every day after that.”

That’s it! Something clicks in your mind, the way puzzle pieces snap into place. You sit up slightly, your fingers gripping his shirt. “Ji-yong.”

He hums, eyes half-closed. “Mm?”

“What about 224?”

His brows furrow. “224?”

You nod, heartbeat picking up. “Today, tomorrow, forever.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then—his eyes widen slightly, like the meaning is settling in, like it’s really hitting him. He blinks. “Wait.” A slow, almost disbelieving smile tugs at his lips. “You came up with this?”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

He grins, propping himself up on one elbow. “I mean, I’ve been watching you spiral for days over this, and now you suddenly come up with something perfect? My words finally got through to you, huh?”

You roll your eyes. “I hate that you’re right.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he repeats the numbers under his breath. “224… today, tomorrow, forever...” Then, suddenly, his expression shifts—his brows lift slightly, his lips parting as if something just hit him. He shoots up, sitting fully upright now, eyes wide.

“Oh my god.”

You blink, startled. “What?”

Ji-yong grabs your hands, his excitement bubbling over. “Two plus two plus four!”

“What?”

“It adds up to eight!” His grip tightens as he shakes your hands a little, like he can’t contain himself. “Eight!”

You blink again. “And?”

He looks borderline offended. “Aein. Eight is my number.”

Realization washes over you. You’ve known about his obsession with the number for years—the symbol of his recent comeback. And now, your number ties into it.

Ji-yong laughs, running a hand through his hair as he stares at you, looking completely smitten. “This is fate. You—” He cuts himself off, then groans dramatically. “You’re gonna make me fall in love with you all over again.”

You laugh. “Now you’re being dramatic.”

“I’m serious!” He cups your face, tilting it up so you can see just how much he means it. “224. Eight. You and me, forever.”

You grin, warmth spreading through your chest. “So we’re doing it?”

“Oh, we’re definitely doing it.” His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you onto his lap in one swift motion. “And I’m making sure everyone knows you came up with it, but I made it iconic.”

You snort, swatting at his chest. “You are unbearable.”

Ji-yong smirks, leaning in to kiss you—slow, deep, certain. But he doesn’t stop at just one kiss. The moment he has you in his lap, his lips are everywhere—pressing soft, lingering kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, the tip of your nose. He hums against your skin, grinning between each press of his lips, murmuring little praises like, "My smart girl," and "how did I get so lucky?" Before capturing your lips again. His hands keep you close, fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your back, as if he can’t bear to let go. When he pulls away just enough to catch his breath, he takes one look at your dazed expression and dives back in, peppering kisses along your collarbone, your shoulder, up the curve of your neck, until you're giggling, overwhelmed by the sheer warmth of his affection.

The excitement lingers between you both for days, the decision feeling more perfect with each passing moment. When the appointment finally arrives, Ji-yong insists on making a whole day out of it—because, of course, he does.

You find yourselves at a sleek, upscale tattoo studio, the kind that feels both exclusive and effortlessly cool, much like him. Ji-yong has been here before—he greets the artist like an old friend, all easy smiles and playful banter, while you stand there, heart pounding just a little. He catches your hesitation immediately. His fingers brush against yours before lacing them together, giving your hand a light squeeze. “Nervous?” he asks, tilting his head with that knowing smirk.

You sigh, shifting slightly on your feet. “Maybe a little. I mean, it’s my first tattoo.”

He grins. “And I get to be part of it. I get to be your first.” He leans in, voice dipping playfully. “You sure you can handle that, jagiya?”

You roll your eyes, shoving at his shoulder. “You make everything sound suggestive.”

He laughs, pulling you closer. “I’m just saying, it’s a big deal.” He presses a quick kiss to your temple before nudging you toward the tattoo chair. “Come on, let’s make history.”

The artist preps everything, and before long, the stencil of 224 is placed on your skin, just beneath your wrist. You stare at it, taking in the simple yet meaningful numbers. It already feels like a part of you.

Ji-yong watches you carefully, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your other wrist. “Looks good?”

You nod, exhaling. “Yeah. More than good.”

He grins, looking genuinely proud. “Then let’s do this.”

When the needle touches your skin, you brace yourself—but Ji-yong is right there, his hand never leaving yours, his voice low and reassuring. “You’re doing so good,” he murmurs, squeezing your fingers lightly. “Told you it wouldn’t be that bad.”

“Says the guy covered in tattoos.”

“Fair.”

When it’s his turn, he barely even flinches, watching with an easy, satisfied smile as the same numbers are inked into his skin. When it’s done, he lifts his arm beside yours, comparing the matching tattoos with a pleased hum.

“Perfect,” he says simply. Then, he turns to you, eyes softening. “Just like us.”

Your heart swells. And when he kisses you right there in the chair, not caring about the artist’s amused snort, you know there’s no one else you’d rather have by your side—today, tomorrow, forever.

The buzz of adrenaline from getting the tattoo still lingers as you step out of the shop, his fingers laced with yours once again, his grip warm and steady. He swings your joined hands between you as he smirks down at your fresh ink. “We did it. Matching tattoos. No going back now, baby.”

You glance up at him with a teasing glint in your eye. “Oh, I don’t know… I hear laser removal is pretty advanced these days.”

His mouth drops open in exaggerated offense. “Excuse me?”

You bite back a smile, shrugging. “I mean, if you ever get sick of me—”

He cuts you off immediately, tugging you flush against him. “Not a damn chance,” he murmurs, voice low and certain. “You’re stuck with me now. Today, tomorrow, forever, remember?”

Your heart flips, but you refuse to let him have the upper hand that easily. Smirking, you trace your fingers along the collar of his jacket. “Guess I should start thinking about what other permanent marks I wanna leave on you, then.”

His eyes darken just slightly, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Oh, now we’re talking.”

Dinner is at one of your favorite spots, a place tucked away from prying eyes, where dim lighting and soft music make everything feel intimate. Ji-yong insists on ordering for both of you, leaning across the table with his usual confidence. “Trust me, I know exactly what you need.”

And, annoyingly, he’s right. The food is perfect.

Midway through the meal, you glance down at your hand resting on the table, the fresh tattoo peeking out from under your sleeve. The sight of it still feels surreal—permanent proof of something that was never in question. You reach for your phone, snapping a quick picture before turning to Ji-yong. “Should I post it?”

His eyes light up instantly. “You want to?”

You shrug, smirking. “Well, I mean… it’d be kind of cruel not to let everyone lose their minds over it.”

He grins, leaning forward with clear excitement. “Oh, I love when you’re the troublemaker.”

Laughing, you tap out a caption, keeping it simple but meaningful.

As soon as you hit post, your phone explodes with notifications. Fans are already freaking out, but the real fun starts when you notice familiar names popping up in the comments.

Ji-yong, who has been watching you with amusement, leans over slightly. “Alright, who’s losing it the most?”

You scroll through, grinning. “Let’s see…”

Daesung: I knew it. You two are disgusting. (Also, congrats 😭❤️)

CL: Finally. My favorite power couple stays winning.

ROSE: 224… I’m emotional. This is beautiful.

Seunghyun: A timeless commitment. Very fitting.

Minzy: Love is real 😭💜

Taeyang: Ok but who cried first? Be honest.

Ji-yong snorts at that last one. “Should I comment back and expose you?”

You shoot him a look. “Me? Don’t even try it. You were the one getting all sentimental about forever first.”

“That’s because I meant it.”

Your heart does that annoying little flip again, and before he can tease you for it, you shake your head, grinning as you type a response to Taeyang:

You already know it was him.

“Wow. Betrayal.”

You just laugh, sliding your phone across the table. “Here, go defend your honor.”

Instead of taking it, he leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. “Nah,” he murmurs. “I’ve got better things to do.”

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[trinnityn]

Abby Anderson HCs

Warnings: 18+ NSFW and SFW content below the cut. gf!abby, tribbing, strap usage R!receveing, kinda? Gymrat!Abby, Dom!abby, abby is lowkey a perv

A/N: Based on the poll results! ill post the Vi hcs right after this one. i lowkey think this is hot ass cuz i wrote it half asleep... mb chat pls dont flop😭

SFW

Honestly acts cold towards you, and not cause she doesn't care about you, she's actually very attentive to each and everyone of your needs. your heels are hurting you? she'll carry you if needed, you feel sick? she'll nurse you until you're completely healed, you're tired? next thing you know you're tucked in bed with her hugging you. half of the time you don't even need to tell her anything and she'll notice.

"baby. stop."

"what do you mean-"

"i can tell they're bothering you. ill carry you to the car, and dont argue with me on that.

Her being aloof doesn't mean she isn't clingy. Definitely isn't a huge fan of PDA, though, but she has her own way of showing her affection publicly without it being too prominent. like, sharing her food, giving you her jacket whenever you're cold, glancing at you to analyze your expressions at any given moment to see if you are uncomfortable or if you are upset, and hugging your waist to pull you close anytime it looks like you just simply need her.

is always confused about what to do whenever you're upset or you start crying cause she's not exactly good at sorting out the appropriate words to reassure or comfort you but she tries her best. most times she tries to cheer you up instead like, showing you her childhood photos, bringing you your favorite food, playing funny videos, showing photos of her dogs, and the list goes on tbh

"shh.. baby I'm right here, okay? cry all you need."

"do you wanna see little me? my dad used to take lots of photos of me when I was a kid. I have a whole album."

favorite time of the day is whenever you offer which you don't even need to do cause she'll say yes anyway to redo her braids for her or even style her hair differently. she starts getting so excited that her inner dialogue keeps running on and on about how heavenly your hands feel whenever they're threading through her blonde locks, how gentle every move is to take care of her hair, and just how she adores everything that you do, every breath, every move, and every word that you utter from your lips. everything about you Is just so loveable in her eyes.

As I said, she is probably not the best when it comes to expressing her love and affection to you verbally, so at the time when she confessed her feelings to you and ultimately asked you to be her girlfriend, she handed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and little snacks she had picked up from memory each time you both hung out, and you plainly said "I like this" she'll take note of it and get it for you every chance she can.

"hey. I've been meaning to say this for a while, but I have feelings for you and correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you do too. Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

Every habit of yours is just engraved in her memory. Bonus points if you're clumsy because she can always tell when a fall is about to happen, even before you realize it. If you almost bump into something, she hastily pulls you to her side so you avoid it.

NSFW

has broad shoulders. and always makes good use of them. like when she's fucking into you deep with her 7 inch, Baby pink strap that you picked out for her. or she just needs to hit that spongy spot, she hikes up one of your legs up to her shoulder, the plush skin of your thigh resting against her chest you were nearly folded in half before she adjusted to a harsh, punishing pace. her hand finding home on your other thigh as she kept a bruising hold of it.

"need me to go deeper? yea, thats what i thought."

purposely leaves her braid on at any chance she fucks you cause you'd tug on it, her nose nudging your sensitive clit as she redoubled her efforts, tongue licking and probing your sensitive entrance. hips bucking up as a feeble attempt to feel more of abby's tongue. Undoubtedly loves to jerk on your hair, ass up, face down as she fucked her thick fingers into your tight passage. She grasped onto a fistfull of your hair, using it as leverage to lift your face up as she ogled at you. Panting harshly with swollen lips, a string connecting your lips to the drool pooled up onto the pillow beneath that muffled your moans.

Likes sex with half of your clothes on, maybe even fully clothed. just something about hiking your skirt up and pushing your panties to the side to slip in a finger inbetween your already wet folds or slithering her hand into your shorts all the way into your panties to finger fuck you just turns her on so much.

Prefers skin to skin more than anything. dare i say shes a huge fan of tribbing. having you ontop of her, grinding and swirling your hips slowly as she felt her soppy cunt against yours, your clits rub against eachother. pure heaven. her hands take a hold of your hips as she encouraged you in a breathless voice

"yeah, good girl. ride me harder, baby. i know you're close."

"fuck. you're a natural, arent you?"

Uses your sextapes as preworkout or just on any occasion you send nudes, a video and she cant come over to touch you she starts acting like a prepubescent boy. basically starts working harder with the sole thought of building up more stamina and being able to fuck you harder, faster, longer the thought of it just lingers as her grip on the weights in hand makes her knuckles go white, supressing her urges while her thoughts go against her with the dirty pictures of you engraved in her mind.

I can see her as both an ass, and boobs girl tbh. gives fair attention to both, spends most nights just crawling up her hands to your bossoms before unclasping your bra, she squishes, squeezes, rubs, caresses both of them as she cherished the feeling of having both of her hands full. she abruptly takes one small bud into her mouth as she ravished it with attention, letting it pebble underneath her ministrations. on the other hand, in any chance she gets while your bend over on the kitchen counter, she ruts into your ass, the friction making you stir in your position as a hand crept to tug your shorts down, bringing your panties along. she delivers a stinging slap against one cheek

"count, baby. dont miss a number or we'll start all over again."

mostly tops, only lets you top on certain, special occasions like valentines, your anniversary and so on. it doesnt mean she doesnt like being pleasured, she just favors in taking care of her girl first, and when you try to defy her? best believe she'll put you back in your place. her hands trailed to remove every modicum of clothing on you, baring your body under her gaze as she sloppily kissed you. you're pinned down agaisnt the bed before you make a sudden attempt to pin her down. to your surprise it worked. Abby let out a dissatisfied grunt as you took over, her tongue fighting for the advantage against yours as your hand leads to cup her dripping sex, pressuring her clit against your palm.

her hand gripped your wrist to withdraw from your flimsy movements as another grasps your hips to twirl them around, bringing back the original position as she hovered above you, pulling away from the kiss slightly. she murmured with her lips an atom away from yours

"dont try to fight it, baby. im the one who takes charge here."

A/N: Hi chat.. please if you can.. leave me requests. i need it ❤️

XOXO, Trinnifer 💋

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In My Bed

Pairing: bf!Jackson x Reader Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff, Suggestive Rating: M Summary: Jackson fell asleep when he planned to surprise you. Word Count: 0.7k, Request Warnings: dry-humping

After a grueling day at work, all you wanted to do once you got home was shower and get in bed. The never-ending stream of conference calls and meetings punctuated with answering emails left you drained mentally and physically. However, when you opened the front door and spotted a familiar pair of sneakers sitting on the shoe rack, you were immediately invigorated.

Jackson was home!

You all but dropped your stuff on the bench as you kicked off your shoes. It was quiet save for the hum of the ice maker in the freezer. Maybe he was asleep? You tiptoed down the hallway and sure enough, the light of your life was laid out across the bed on his stomach using his arms as a pillow. His expression was a picture of serenity as he snuggled your favorite hoodie. Your heart swelled with affection. How does he continue to surprise you with his cute little habits?

There was no telling how long he’d been home, but you needed your hugs and kisses. You crawled over to his side and laid beside him, gently prying his hands away from his head then forcing your way against his chest. In the midst of your shuffling, he woke up groggy and sluggish as he registered what was going on.

“You’re home?” He blinked slowly, then looked at the window. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost five.” Seeing as he was awake, there was no point in being gentle. You rolled him over onto his side and pulled his arms around you. His scent filled your nose, and you sagged with relief, savoring his warmth. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d be home today? I would’ve met you at the airport.”

He chuckled at your whiny tone as he drew you close and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I wanted to surprise you. Actually,” he drew back and kissed your lips, “I wanted to show up at your job and take you out for lunch. I guess I underestimated how tired I was and how much I missed our bed.”

You forced a pout, just barely keeping yourself from smiling. “The bed? What about me?”

“Oh, hush. You know I hate being away from you this long.” He hid his face in your neck. “Why do you insist on being all strong and independent? You could come with me! See the world and join the mile high club and stuff.”

You laughed. “Why do I get the feeling the sex is the motivating factor?”

“No, no. It’s a perk. A bonus, if you will.” He kissed your neck, letting his lips linger. “The motivation is having my beautiful girlfriend with me. It’d be so much better if I could wake up with you in my arms.”

You squirmed against him when his teeth skimmed over your sensitive skin. “I’d ruin your image and hurt your sales.” You bit your lip when his fingers pressed into your skin, holding you still as he put his thigh between yours. “Ah, shit. Wait, Jackie. I need a shower.”

His chuckle made it clear that wouldn’t be happening. “Performing isn’t my only source of income, baby. I can stand to lose a few, especially if it means I get access to you when I get off the stage.” He groaned and pressed his hips against you, drawing your attention to his growing excitement. “It’s been too long since I last had you.”

“But I wanna be squeaky clean for you.” Your squirming only served to increase the friction between your bodies, coaxing him to return the favor by rolling his hips and grinding his erection into your stomach. “Jack, please.”

“Ugh, I hear you.” He loosened his hold. “But if you need one, then so do I.”

With the haze of desire messing with your mind, it took you a minute to process his words. “If we slip and fall in the shower, it’s your fault.”

He smiled wide with glee as he hauled himself to his feet. He held his hand out to you, ignoring the tent that had formed. “I’ll make sure to take the worst of it. Now come on, I need you now before I bust in my pants.”

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Popsicle Love

Summary: Reader and Spencer are at a ridiculously hot precinct station, getting on each other's nerves arguing. Reader realizes she can get back at him, using a certain sweet treat.

Prompt: Spencer can't deal with how much Reader loves popsicles/ice cream cones

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: Reader POV, rough sex, hair-pulling, dom!Spencer, coworker relationship, oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving) , dirty talk, heavy making-out, unprotected penetrative sex, bathroom sex, hate-fucking, pure smut

Word Count: 3.2k

“It is too fucking hot for this” was my first thought as he began talking to me. Fuck Spencer Reid, because he was the who decided that today, in the sweltering Georgia heat, was the day he would annoy the ever-loving shit out of me. 

“You’re going about this all wrong!” Spencer said, rolling his eyes. His sleeves were pulled up, and there was anger in his eyes. I crossed my legs, feeling my skirt ride up but I honestly couldn’t care less. It was scorching, and I was determined to not lose this argument to Reid. I let out a breath of air, meeting him with my own annoyed, exasperated expression. 

“Reid, you’re being absolutely childish right now.” I retorted. “Sort through the paperwork first, then analyze it! Not everyone wants to do things the way you insist on doing them!” I say, furrowing my brows. 

“Not everyone can.” He says, cockily, a smirk gracing his lips. That motherfucker. 

I was about to get up and honestly hit him square in the jaw, half from my delusion in the heat, and half from how fucking smug he sounded. I wanted to knock that smirk off his face, and maybe ruin that pretty smile of his in the process, just as an added bonus. 

Thankfully, before I could do anything rash that would definitely result in me losing my job, one of the officers of the station quickly came to interrupt us. 

“Hey, one of the officers brought in popsicles. If any of y’all would like any, they’re in the breakroom.” She said, turning away. Thank God for Southern hospitality, I suppose. 

I sighed, getting up from my spot. Spencer and I clearly weren’t getting anywhere when it came to our disagreements, and that’s how it was, and how it would remain to be. The man was a pain-in-the-fucking ass, and it was an honest shame, considering the fact he was actually pretty hot, especially when his mouth wasn’t moving. 

Spencer walked ahead of me, the idea of something to cool him down enticing him just as much as it did me. We reached the breakroom and he opened the freezer, taking out the box of popsicles, and looking into it. He pulled out two, presumably one for me, and one for him. 

“Blue or red?” He says, holding out the brightly colored packages, offering me a choice of one. 

“Red.” I say, reaching over with no hesitation and grabbing the red-colored packaging in his hand. “Duh.” I added, starting to unwrap the treat. “It’s the best flavor.” 

He scoffed a little, opening up his own, blue package, and I rolled my eyes at the sound. 

“What, are you going to argue with me about my choices in popsicle flavor too now?” I say, with a disbelieving tone. 

“No, it’s nothing,” He says, shrugging, with that same, shit-eating, self-satisfied grin.

 God, I hated him. 

I gave a deep exhale through my nose, forcing myself to calm down. I decided it’d be for the best if I walked out, left him here alone to avoid another fight. He called out before I could even walk two steps. 

“You have to eat here.” He said, taking licks at his popsicle. “The officers- they’re old fashioned. I don’t know.” He adds, “If you wanna be yelled at though, be my guest.”

I grumbled internally at that, but I knew he was right. I didn’t want to be yelled at. 

I took my place, leaning against a table that had been placed in the breakroom and taking my own popsicle out of the packaging, beginning to eat it. I sighed happily as I felt the taste settle on my tongue, the coolness blooming throughout my mouth. I began by licking the sides before taking it in my mouth. I suckled for a minute, and I could feel it already melting down my fingers a bit, due to the heat in the station. I released the popsicle in my mouth with a pop, before going to lick the sticky residue off my fingers. It was a little childish, sure, but it was hot and it wasn’t like anyone was watching me. I continued this cycle, softly sucking at the popsicle and wrapping my tongue around it until I heard what sounded like ... a whimper from across the room? I let my eyes drift up, noticing a seemingly flustered Spencer in the corner of my eye. He leaned away from me, crossing his legs. I knitted my brows, before putting the pieces together, realizing what had happened. 

He was a guy, after all. And I suppose the way I was eating my popsicle could come off as suggestive, but come on! How else was I meant to eat it? And armed with the knowledge that my innocent action was enough to provoke him, I decided a little more intent in my movement couldn’t hurt. 

I began to take the popsicle a little more vigorously, bobbing my head a bit. My lips wrapped around the treat, and I could feel Spencer’s eyes shamelessly on me and internally grinned. Good. He had annoyed me all day, and the idea of him dealing with a hard-on with no way to relieve himself was definitely karmic justice in my eyes. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste, but also in the way I could feel Spencer shifting around, trying to hide what seemed like a fast-growing erection. When I hollowed out my cheeks, and swirled my tongue around the sweetness in my mouth, I could hear a sound from the back of his throat escaping his lips. I let the popsicle out of my mouth, and in that moment, a melted chunk seemed to fall off, landing itself on my chest. I hissed, feeling the coldness of the tacky liquid running down my bare skin. 

“Shit.” I said, trying to flick off the liquid off my hands and realizing I’d need to clean myself up. I dropped the remainder of the popsicle in the trash, not bothering to look back, before I walked over to the bathroom. I let out a breath of air as I opened the door to the precinct bathroom, looking at my chest and sighing, grabbing a handful of paper towels to run under the sink to wash myself with. 

Before I could do that though, I heard the door swing open, and saw through the mirror it was none other than Spencer Reid.  I crossed my arms, putting my back to the counter of the sink as I turned around to look him up and down. 

“What are you doing here?” I remarked, with a displeased tone. 

He looked absolutely furious, and there was a slight part of me that was excited, knowing I could rile him up like this. He was breathing heavily, and moving closer to me, trapping me in between the counter and his body, and what felt like a very noticeable hardness pressing against my thigh. 

“The better question is, what the fuck are you doing?” He asked, his tone low and menacing. 

I rolled my eyes, before feigning a look of innocence, making my eyes wide. “What do you mean, Spencer?” 

“You know exactly what I mean.” He responds, gripping a piece of hair at the back of my skull and pulling slightly, forcing me to bare my neck to him. “Where do you get off doing something like that to me, huh?” He murmurs, leaning closer and letting his lips brush over the shell of my ear. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I retorted hastily,  but I could hear the shakiness in my voice. The way he was speaking, the pull he had on my hair- it thrilled me, and contributed to a growing heat between my legs. 

He pushed himself further and further against me, and I could feel his erection against my thigh even more so than before, and felt my stomach flutter at the feeling. My jaw dropped a bit, letting out a soft sigh, sensitive to the sensation. 

“Oh is that right?” Spencer replies, nodding as he spoke a little cruelly. “You like acting like this? Like a goddamn slut?” He grunts out. He twists and pulls my hair a little more, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. 

“You like it when I pull on your pretty hair like that?” He said, snarking the words at me. “Like how wet I make you?” He whispered, venom in his voice. 

Without warning, he placed his fingers at the growing wet patch at my underwear, roughly pushing it aside before starting to rub harsh, tight circles around my clit. I nearly lost my mind at the sensation, nearly doubling over with pleasure. 

I whimpered softly, and I could feel his smirk as he started to kiss up and down my neck. “So wet for me, mm?” He says, starting to move his fingers faster over my swollen clit. “I’ve barely touched you. You’re fucking needy for me, yeah?” 

I groaned, not processing enough of what he was saying to warrant a response. My brain was foggy from how good he was making me feel. I tried to not think about the fact that this was Spencer, the Spencer who’d annoyed me from the moment I’d joined the BAU. The Spencer I despised, the one I was supposed to hate- but here was, making me orgasm in a precinct bathroom with his fingers alone. 

He rubbed a bit faster, before thrusting two fingers into my needy cunt. I moaned again, louder, and he responded by burying his fingers even deeper into my core, pumping harshly. I could feel the room spinning, gripping onto the counter behind me to stabilize me as my orgasm began to approach me rapidly. He watched me intently, his gaze hot and intense before smirking. “Come for me. Come all over my fingers, (Y/N).” He whispered. 

I did, nearly on command, convulsing against him as I felt myself clench around his long, slender digits, my moans reverberating around the small space.

He withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me painfully empty before he began to grab my face roughly, forcing me to look at him.

“Say that you want this, bitch.” He whispers harshly, pulling my hair and eliciting yet another moan from me as he pushed me up against the counter. 

“Spencer..” I murmured, feeling my knees go a bit weak at how roughly he was manhandling me. He spun our positions around, and I felt him using the grip on my hair to push me down to my knees.

“Say it!” He said, a little more firmly now. “I need to hear you say it.” 

I felt the desperation in his tone, weakly looking up at him from this angle before I nodded quickly. 

“I want you. I want this.” I wailed, arousal coursing through my veins. I no longer cared about the humiliation of letting him use me like this. I wanted to chase this feeling forever, wanted to be at his mercy for as long as he wanted, as long as he could continue to make me feel this good. 

I felt him groan above me, before he pulled me closer to his bulge, raising an eyebrow. He looked absolutely wild from here, sweat dripping down from his brow, and sleeves pushed up. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving up and down.

“Go on then. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He mocked, but I could tell his voice was strained with the exact same need I was feeling in the moment. 

I gave no protest, using my deft fingers to quickly undo his slacks, pulling them down along with his boxers, watching his heavy cock bob in the air for a moment, before looking up at him, my jaw slightly agape. 

Was this really happening?

He nodded, as if to give me an okay, and I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I swirled my tongue around his tip,  watching in fascination as I heard a groan from him, his head falling back as he moaned. “Fuck, (Y/N). Just like that.”

I grew bolder with his praise. I began to take more of him in my mouth, using my hands where my tongue wouldn’t reach. I gripped and worked his base, while suckling on what my mouth could reach. As I got used to the intrusion in my mouth, I moved down slowly, eventually taking the whole of him. He moaned loudly at this, and gripped my hair tighter, starting to move me up and down his cock. I relaxed the muscles in my mouth, letting him use me as he pleased. I watched from the lower angle the best I could, the sight of him coming undone at my mouth absolutely gorgeous. I could feel the tears pooling in the corner of my eyes, the saliva dripping down from my mouth and covering my chest. I wanted to watch him fall apart, to be at my mercy just as much as I was at his. 

He moaned at the feeling, and I could feel myself get wetter at the sound. “Oh fuck. You feel so fucking good.” He groaned out, before grabbing my hair yet again, and holding my head in place. He started to fuck my throat roughly, and the tears began to flow a little more rapidly, feeling the pooling of saliva down my chin as I felt him hit the back of my throat.

“You like this, huh?” He teased from above, between pants and sighs. “Wanted me all riled up, so we could do this, right?” 

I nodded desperately, incoherent begs and whines coming from my mouth before he pulled me off with a tug. I felt delightfully dirty, as he forced me up again and kissed me roughly. I barely registered him turning us around in my lustful stupor, bending me mercilessly against the sink and lifting up my skirt, pulling my underwear down in a clean swoop. I could feel him squeezing the fat of my hips and moaned at the way he controlled me so easily, to which he let out a smug chuckle. 

He gripped my hair again, pulling my head up and forcing me to look at myself. We looked sinful, his cock pressing against my wet folds, teasing me. 

“See that? You look like a fucking whore.” He snarled, breathing heavily. 

I wasn’t going to let him win so easily. Even though I wanted the same things as him, I knew the more I teased him, the better I’d get from him. I  raised an eyebrow and breathlessly murmured, “Are you going to stand there and look at me, or are you going to  fuck me, Reid?” 

He bared his teeth at me, thrusting into me roughly with no warning. “Oh, you wanna be fucked? Then take it.” He groaned, starting to buck his hips against me like a man possessed. 

I moaned at the sudden feeling, letting my jaw drop fully to let out all my noises. I could feel the slaps of his skin against mine, and the smell of sex filling up the small space. His fingers gripped so tightly into my stomach I swear I could feel the bruises already blooming over my stomach. I let him fill me up, his thick cock passing through me roughly, over and over again. 

“So fucking warm and wet. You feel..” He paused, moaning and jutting against me faster. “So fucking good.” 

I could see the sweat dripping down his brow, and the way it collected down his neck. In this moment though, the only heat I could focus on was no longer the one around us, but the one that came from every brutal pass of his cock, creating a delicious burn I reveled in with every moment he stayed inside me. I moaned loudly, feeling myself get hotter and hotter with every second. 

I watched through the mirror as he fucked me into the counter with no restraint, his head thrown back, eyes shut as he continued to use me, plowing into me from behind. I could feel my knees getting weaker, feeling his cock twitch inside of me as I arched my back to take more of him. He groaned at the sensation of him bottoming out, the rhythm of his hips becoming irregular as he continued to rut into me. I rolled my hips against him, hoping to spur on our impending releases. He thrust into me once or twice , until I felt him come with a loud moan,  a familiar warmth pooling into my deepest point, but even then his hips didn't still. He fucked his own arousal into me, and I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching, his lazy thrusts doing me in, and soon enough I was spasming over his cock, moaning loudly. 

He pulled out of me, and my eyes fluttered shut at the sudden emptiness. I could feel his cum dripping down my leg, and his eyes watching in fascination as the mixture of both of our releases leaked out of me. He pulled up my underwear, immediately soaking up the liquids, and I groaned at the feeling. He pulled me up, leaning me against the sink. 

I watched as he panted against the sink, and I swear, I would’ve fallen over without his steady grip on my hips. He and I were both flushed, my hair absolutely ruined from how hard he’d been pulling it, my tear-stained face still contorted in an expression of pleasure as we both recovered from the highs of our orgasms. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asks, in between his breaths, looking genuinely concerned. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

I laughed a little bit at that, shaking my head. “You were the perfect amount of rough. Don’t worry.” I say, waving him off a little, assuring him that I got just as much out of this as he did. 

As he tucked himself back into his pants, he grinned at me for seemingly no reason. I met his eyes with a confused expression, raising an eyebrow, pressing my lips together. “What are you grinning about?” I ask, trying to fix my hair as I look at him.

He walked over to me, turning me to face the mirror. I felt his chest against my back, and one of his large hands came to wrap themselves around me, before he ghosted a finger over my chest and whispered against my ear. “You still have some of that goddamn popsicle on you.” He says, trying not to laugh. 

I rolled my eyes, chuckling a bit as I remembered the entire reason he’d been provoked to do this, and went to go finally wipe off the sticky residue once and for all. “Oh yeah. Popsicle.” I said, teasingly. 

“Never do that again.” He says, starting to move away from me as he worked on making himself presentable enough to leave the bathroom with me. 

I paused, turning around to look at him, still appearing completely fucked out and dazed as I smirked a bit. “If it gets you to fuck me like that? No promises.” 

wow! a short fic from me?! crazy!! i wanted to try my hand at writing something smutty, but short. this was specifically written for @imagining-in-the-margins summer sunshine challenge, so go check that out :3 thank you for any likes, reblogs or comments. <3 i'm eternally thankful

[aventurineswife]

I just had the cutest and funniest idea, how would the hsr men react to their baby trying to breastfeed from them thinking they're the reader.

I'm doing this according to the characters who may/might have great personalities and assets.

Blade

Baby tries to latch on

He freezes. Completely. Soul leaves body for a moment. Then—"I am not… your parent/mother." Cue the most awkward, silent pause in existence. He gently, but very firmly, redirects the baby with a deadpan expression and dead eyes.

He tells no one. Ever. Not even Kafka. Especially not Kafka.

Jing Yuan

He stares down at the baby in mild surprise, then lets out a slow chuckle. "You must be terribly disappointed, little one."

He gently boops their nose with a finger and rocks them calmly, absolutely planning to bring this up to the reader later with that smug twinkle in his eyes. Bonus points if he sighs and says, "Looks like I’ll need to grow a pair after all."

Dan Heng

Instant red. The man turns into a statue. He gently pulls the baby away with both hands like he’s defusing a bomb and just... stares at it in mortified silence. Later, he’d overthink every single second of it. Won’t talk about it unless someone forces him to, and even then: denial.exe.

Welt

He adjusts his glasses with a slow sigh. "Ah… no, no. Wrong person, little one."

Handles it with mature, dad-like composure but absolutely brings it up at the next family meal like, “Reader, your child mistook me for you. It was... a unique experience.”

The baby loves him even more after. He’s their favorite uncle now. It's canon.

Luocha

He blinks, smiles softly, and calmly goes, “Oh? You’re hungry?” before realizing what they’re trying to do.

Cue a brief, very polite internal crisis.

He distracts the baby with a flower or a pretty trinket like nothing happened, but the internal monologue is just, "This is not in the medical texts."

Sunday

A pause. Then a quiet laugh, like soft bells in a dream.

"Ah… even your confusion is a kind of love, little one."

He would philosophize the hell out of that moment. Probably strokes the baby’s head, muttering something about how all souls long for comfort. Might even start psychoanalyzing the baby.

Still doesn’t know how to emotionally recover, though.

[knifethevix]

omgg jing yuan + hybrid (bonus points if it’s a fox hybrid!!)

fem!reader \ kinktober

the room is kept dark and cool and quiet, just like a proper fox's den.

yet unlike a proper fox, you don't have a mate. and the heat, bubbling up within you, begging for a release, has no place to go.

you pace the room relentlessly. your wallpaper is scratched to pieces - you'd begged jing yuan to let you keep it, if only you had something to whittle down your insanity.

jing yuan...

you curl up in your bed as if in a trance, finding a piece of his clothing that you'd hidden away under all the blankets and pillows. it was wrong, you knew, for a hybrid to treat its owner as means for a release - but you could hardly care at this point.

you bury your nose into the cloth. his scent had nearly all but faded, but in this time of the month, all your senses were hyper-alert to a potential mate. and jing yuan…

a wave of ghostly pleasure has you trembling, fingers inching towards where you needed them the most. how many times had you chased your own release the past few days? yet it hadn’t seemed to improve your condition in the least.

as if on cue, someone taps at the door. “puppy? can i come in?”

your tail sweeps a couple of cushions off the bed in your enthusiasm. you weren’t a dog at all, but by the time jing yuan had found out, the nickname had already stuck. not that you minded. puppy sounded much better than fox.

“come in,” you call, stuffing his clothing back under the blankets.

the door creaks open and jing yuan pokes his head in. “how are you feeling?”

the sweet, fresh scent of jing yuan nearly sweeps you into a high. you can feel yourself leaking already, pussy clenching and unclenching just for him. the sight of his soft, white hair, kind face, and the slight outline in his pants…

“puppy? are you okay?” when you take too long to respond, he widens the door and steps through.

you feel frozen to your spot. there’s no way he can’t smell your desire for him, is there?

he kneels by the bed, reaching out to rub your ears. you press your face into his other hand, relishing in his redolent scent and gentle touch.

"jing yuan..." when you open your eyes, he's regarding you with an expression of such concern. "jing yuan, will you do anything to make me feel better?"

"i will, puppy." when you hook your fingers into his shirt, he obeys, coming up to sit on the edge of the bed. "what do you need?"

you tug him down with a sudden force - it's easy to forget that hybrids are part wild animal. "i need you, jing yuan, please..."

with your thighs open wide beneath him, exposing your soaked-through underwear, you see each miniscule expression pass over his face, his scent changing ever so subtly as jing yuan struggles to keep his arousal in check.

you put on your best puppy eyes. "please... it hurts so much..."

he exhales ever so slightly, before covering your eyes with a hand. you take two shaky breaths before you feel a slight pressure, tracing up and down your slit ever so lightly.

it takes every muscle in your body not to make a noise or move when you hear the sound of clothes being shed, and then a hot, heavy warmth against your mound.

"jing yuan..." you allow yourself a quiet whimper.

jing yuan pulls the corner of a blanket over your eyes in response. "don't look at me, puppy. or i'll feel too guilty to carry on..."

you nod, tail wagging eagerly.

he massages around the outside of your lower lips for a moment, rubbing your slick between his fingers. "you're so wet," he murmurs almost imperceptibly to himself. your ears twitch.

the pad of his thumb slides over your clit, pulsing under his touch. you're so sensitive that you shudder, struggling to keep your legs apart.

"be good," he whispers, and you feel his heat over your entire body before something hot and hard prods at your pussy.

"please," you all but beg. "please, please."

the tip slips in easily, and your whole body convulses as your walls ripple and suck him in greedily.

he groans, low and gravelly, a sound full of restraint and desire that you'd only heard through thin walls.

"you're so tight, puppy." jing yuan chuckles tightly, breathing hard. "no wonder you've been so down."

he kisses you sweetly, and you all but grind yourself into him, feeling every vein pulse and nudge against inside you.

"so good, so good, please, need more..."

"okay, okay." he pushes himself into you, and you cry out in pleasure, the tip kissing your cervix. he begins to thrust shallowly.

"not enough, not enough-" a growl slips into your voice and you bite it back, feeling your face warm.

jing yuan laughs. "anything for you, puppy."

he pulls himself clean out, giving you a moment of anticipation, and slams back into you.

you howl in pleasure, scratching at his skin. he sets a relentless pace, your back arching as he stimulates that ultra-sensitive spot within you. your hands fly to your clit, rubbing frantically, squirting pre-cum all over him.

jing yuan pants, lifting your thighs onto his shoulders until he's battering you into the mattress, his balls bouncing against your clit with every thrust.

"i'm cumming, i'm cumming-" the thought of jing yuan finishing inside of you, filling you up warmly, was enough to send you over the edge. "inside of me, please, please-"

your mind goes white, your body writhing and jerking as you cum the hardest you ever have, squirting all over his dick. dimly, you feel thick, hot ropes painting over your stomach, jing yuan groaning your name.