#you have NO idea how happy this ask made me!!!

[juniperskye]

The Nanny

Based on the following ask: @itzvenus04I was thinking of like sunshine soft girl reader x cloudy and broody serious Aaron meet as he hires her as Jack nanny because Jack liked her the best and of course Jack thinking his nanny is perfect he tries everything he can to get his dad and nanny together which ends up working and Jack is happy because he has another mommy now, not to replace Haley but to love him like a mom because a kid always needs his mom no matter what age

Aaron Hotchner x Nanny! Fem Reader Fluff Word count: 2185

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, significant age gap (non-specified, but legal), Sunshine! Reader, Grumpy! Hotch, reader is a nanny, Jack being the ultimate match maker, boss-employee relationship/blurred lines, let me know if I missed anything.

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You had been working for Aaron Hotchner for the last six months. You’d gone out of your comfort zone and signed up for one of those nannying sites, the ones where parents would go on and select your profile…almost like online dating. The only thing is, you were looking for a live-in nanny position, see, you’d just graduated college and had been living on campus and now that you had graduated, you needed a place to stay until you found a permanent residence. You could only stay in your friend’s studio apartment for so long.

Aaron hadn’t been too sure about hiring a nanny, especially a live-in one. Jessica had suggested it, seeing as she’d become increasingly busy helping her dad and taking on additional shifts at the hospital. She told him that it would be good to have someone at the house taking care of Jack, running him to and from school and soccer, someone who’d cook and clean and…the more she described it, the more Aaron thought it would be like hiring a 50’s housewife.

He sat on the idea a while; he hardly thought it would be appropriate for a man of his age to hire some young woman to come into his home and play wife while he was out working all day. He figured the best thing he could do would be to look into one of those sites that match nannies to families based on needs.

That is how he had chosen you and honestly, you couldn’t have been more grateful for that fact. Jack had been the best kid and getting to watch him felt more like hanging out with a child of your own…he’d made you feel so welcomed and it filled you with joy.  You’d enjoyed the Hotchner boys, although you didn’t see Aaron all that often, when you did, it always stirred up a fuzzy feeling within you.

--

Aaron was out of town at least once a week each month, those weeks were hard on Jack, but you’d made sure to fill the time with building Legos, coloring, baking, and soccer practice in the yard. You’d made all of Jack’s favorite meals and read him and extra bedtime story on nights Aaron was out of town. Anything it took to make things easier on him.

Truthfully, you liked the weeks when Aaron was out of town, it made your life a little easier, because despite that fuzzy feeling Aaron gave you…he wasn’t always the sweetest person in the world. He was kind of a grump.

In the six months you’d been working for him, you had learned that Aaron was an FBI agent, more specifically the Behavior Analysis Unit. You knew he was in charge of the team he worked with and that they travelled quite frequently. Jack constantly referred to him as a superhero. You learned that he loves the Beatles and the most important thing in his life is his son.

The other thing you had learned in that time was that he detested you. He’d made an effort to learn as little as possible about you, promptly changing the subject any time you’d said anything, even remotely personal. Little did you know, Jack was sure to fill his dad in on all the wonderful things he’s learned about you.

--

Jack had formulated a plan; he was going to get you and his dad together. In the short time you’d been working with them he’d been able to see that his dad was happier and less stressed out. His dad had more time to spend with him when you were around. He also loves you; you are sweet, and you take care of him, and it reminds him of his mom. That had made him sad at first, but very quickly, he came to appreciate it.

So, he decided he would help you by giving you insight into his dad’s favorite things. On the other hand, he’d talk you up to his dad in hopes to break his walls down just enough to let you in.

--

“Alright Jack, your lunch is all packed, can you run and grab your shoes and your backpack?” You asked him.

“Okay! Did you put one of our brownies in there?” He asked, jogging down the hall.

“Of course I did!” You called after him. “Mr. Hotchner, I packed your lunch as well. I was planning on going to the grocery store after I drop Jack off, was there anything in particular you’d like for dinner this week?”

“Whatever works.” He huffed.

“Okay, well I will email over the menu I had in mind then and if there’s anything you don’t like, just let me know.” You offered.

“Will do.” Aaron grabbed his bag and turned away. “Bye buddy, have a great day today.” Aaron pressed a kiss to the top of jacks head before ruffling his hair and heading out to work.

“You ready bud?” You asked.

“Make a pot roast with mashed potatoes.” Jack said.

“What?”

“It’s dad’s favorite.” Jack smiled.

--

You were putting the finishing touches on dinner while Jack was working on his homework at the kitchen island. You had taken his suggestion and went with a pot roast for dinner, figuring it couldn’t make matters worse.

“Alright bud, go wash your hands and put your homework in your folder.” You requested.

“Okay!” Jack made his way down the hall.

You set the table with three perfect place settings, you’d poured jack a glass of chocolate milk, yourself a small glass of wine, and Aaron his usual scotch. You plated up the food, mashed potatoes, pot roast with carrots, and a small salad. It was moments like this, waiting for Aaron to some home that your mind drifted to thoughts of truly sharing this domesticity with him.

You imagine him walking through the doors, placing his briefcase down, coming up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist as he presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder. Complimenting how good the food smells and asking you about your day. In these little daydreams, he was warm and sweet, not his usual grumpy self.

--

The door opens and you immediately hear the huff that escapes him. Exhaustion surely seeping in after a long day of work. This is part of why you loved this job, despite his coldness, you enjoyed taking care of the Hotchner boys. It made you happy knowing that he could come home after work and not worry about anything.

“Daddy!” Jack hollered.

“Hey buddy.” Aaron knelt down and lifted Jack into his arms.

“It smells good in here, what’s for dinner?” Aaron asked.

“Well, Jack informed me that pot roast is one of your favorites, so I changed up the menu a bit and made that for dinner. I uh – I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, that’s – that’s fine.” Aaron let out an awkward cough.

So, the three of you sat and ate dinner. While you ate, Jack rambled on and on about his day and all the things that happened while he was at school. You were desperately trying to attend to the conversation, but you couldn’t help but be distracted…Aaron’s gaze had been lingering on you for the last ten or so minutes.

“Hey jack, why don’t you put your plate in the sink and go get ready for bed huh? I’ll come up in a bit to read a story with you.” Aaron said, his gaze never leaving yours.

Jack nodded his head and followed the directions his dad gave him. All the while Aaron continued to look at you, surely profiling you. You were becoming uneasy, sitting there under his gaze.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Nothing. Thank you, for dinner, it was delicious.” He complimented.

“Oh, um of course! I’m glad you liked it.” You blushed.

--

It was a rare day that Aaron had off, on these days he likes to let you off the hook. This allows you to shop, go out with friends and get lunch, get your hair and nails done, the whole nine yards. Jack thought that a day out with his dad would be the perfect time to talk about you. They had been talking about how you helped him study for his spelling test this week which led to him getting 100%.

“Hey dad?”

“Yeah buddy?”

“Why do you hate her?”

“What I don’t – I don’t hate her. I just, I ugh…I don’t know bud. I don’t hate her, she’s great.” Aaron stumbled over his words.

“You aren’t very nice to her though. Which is weird because she’s really nice and she makes us both happier, I can tell.” Jack smiled.

“I’m nice to her!” Aaron defended.

“No, you’re not. But you can be! Her birthday is coming up, we should have a party!” Jack suggested.

--

It was your birthday, you had been thankful it was on a Saturday this year, and Aaron was off which meant he’d likely give you the day off and you could spoil yourself a bit. So, after sleeping in a bit later than usual, you made your way to the kitchen only to be met with the Hotchner boys making pancakes.

“Well good morning!” You greeted.

“Happy birthday!” Jack shouted, wrapping his arms around your neck from his position on the counter.

“Thanks bub! Are you making chocolate chip pancakes? You know those are my favorite.” You teased.

“Yeah! It was dad’s idea to make them.” Jack informed.

“Oh – um thanks.” You were caught by surprise.

“Of course. Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.” You shyly smiled.

The three of you sat and enjoyed breakfast together, it had felt different than usual. Aaron had been different today, happy almost.

“So, I figured, since I’m home today, perhaps you could take the day off?” Aaron suggested. “I do have something to do around 6 though so if you could be back by then?”

“Really? That would be awesome, I really need to get my hair and nails done.” You laughed.

--

You had texted a few of your friends and met them at the nail salon, getting your fingers and toes done while filling them in on the latest…more specifically Aaron’s new kind side that he’s been showing.

They had told you it was because he likes you, to which you were quick to shut down. They all knew you had a soft spot for the older man, and they were sure he liked you back, especially when he was pushing you away. One of your friends claimed it was because he probably didn’t want to “corrupt” you.

 After getting them to finally relent in their teasing, you had suggested lunch. The girls treated the whole day, nails, lunch, hair and lastly a new dress from your favorite boutique.

“You should wear that one home.”

“Why?”

“For Mr. Hotchner…show off your hot self. Maybe get some for your birthday!”

“Oh my gosh, stop! It’s not like that.” You shook your head.

“Girl maybe it could be…just wear the damn dress!”

And so, you did. You changed into the new dress and had your hair perfectly styled and your nails done. You knew Aaron had somewhere to be at 6, but you figured you could at least catch him off guard prior to then.

--

You parked your car and made your way around to grab your bags, then headed up the two little steps that led into the house. Before fishing your key out of your bag, you paused, inside you could hear Aaron and Jack talking…something about balloons and streamers. You smiled to yourself, quietly letting yourself in.

“Hey guys! What’s all this?”

“You’re early!” Jack said.

You looked around and felt nothing but warmth radiating through you. There were balloons and streamers decorating the living and dining rooms, sat on the table was a birthday cake along with a few gifts. Pizza from your favorite place was sat on the coffee table and the living room had been rearranged so the guestroom mattress was laid out with cozy blankets and pillows, while your favorite movie was queued up on the TV.

“You did all this…for me?” You gasped.

“Yeah! We wanted to show you how much we love you.” Jack said, hugging you.

“You do?” Your gaze met Aaron’s.

“Yeah, we do.” He said.

--

That night the three of you ate pizza and laid on the mattress in the living room, watching movies. Before it got too late the boys made sure you had cake and opened your gifts, Jack had picked out a paint set for you, knowing you enjoyed watercolors. Aaron, well, he’d gotten you a first edition of your favorite novel. You’d been rendered speechless.

The three of you made your way back to the living room and laid down to watch a final film. Jack had been snuggled up to you, quickly falling asleep, and you fell not long after. Aaron smiled at the sight of you two, it had gotten him thinking that having you around may not be so bad after all.

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[moonlightwritingf1]

Pillow Talk | LN4

★ summary ━━━━━━━ Lando and Y/N cuddle in bed after a long, tiring day.

★ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

★ word count ━━━━━━━ 2.8k

Based on this request.

It’s nearly midnight, and rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows of Y/N’s bedroom, blurring the glittering skyline beyond. The soft patter of raindrops against the glass fills the silence between them, a rhythmic lullaby to the storm brewing outside. The air still carries the lingering warmth of their shared shower—steam still lingering in the air, the scent of her shampoo and his body wash mixing in a quiet intimacy.

Y/n lay curled up under a plush white duvet, her head nestled in the crook of Lando’s shoulder. He lay on his back, one arm wrapped around her while his free hand brushed gentle strokes along her arm. They had finished dinner at her favorite Thai restaurant earlier that night, laughing over shared dishes before heading back to her place to shower and wind down. Now, surrounded by the cozy comfort of her bed, time felt slower—each moment more precious.

It had been five months since they officially became a couple, though they had known each other for way longer. The initial weeks of their relationship had been a mixture of bashful smiles and playful teasing; Y/n constantly reminded herself that she had been wary of Lando, yet somehow, in those five short months, he had shown her just how tender and genuine he could be.

“Hey,” he whispered softly, dipping his head to catch her gaze. “You okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” she murmured, letting her cheek rest against his warm chest. “Just tired. Work was brutal today, and I’ve been running on caffeine fumes. Having you here…makes it better.”

Lando’s lips curved into a slow, affectionate grin. He pressed a light kiss to her forehead, inhaling the faint floral scent of her shampoo. “I’m happy to be here,” he murmured, his voice low. “You have no idea how much I look forward to these nights.”

She smiled against his skin. “I think I have an idea, considering the amount of texts you send me when I’m stuck in meetings,” she teased, recalling the playful onslaught of messages and voice notes he’d sent throughout her workday.

“You love it,” Lando teased right back, turning slightly so that he faced her more fully. His hand continued to run gentle circles on her shoulder. “Besides, I can’t help it when I miss you. Monaco’s nice, but I’d pick London and you any day.”

She smiled at his words, cheeks warming at the sincerity she heard in his voice. There was a contented silence for a while as she listened to his heartbeat. 

“You’ve gotten comfortable in my space,” Y/n noted, half-closing her eyes. “Remember how you practically sprinted in here the first time, looking around like you were on a secret mission?”

Lando chuckled, recalling the memory. He had been so eager to see where she spent her days, to be a part of her world beyond the dinners and the group hangouts. “What can I say? I like to know every inch of your life.” He squeezed her gently, the tone in his voice growing softer. “I’m just glad you finally let me in.”

Her hand drifted up to trace the outline of his jaw. Though they teased each other, there was an undercurrent of emotion swirling between them—something tender and powerful that she found simultaneously comforting and electrifying. “I’m glad I did, too,” she admitted. “You’ve been…worth it.”

His eyes sparked with warmth. He tilted his head and gently brushed his nose against hers. It was a fleeting, almost childlike gesture, but it sent a surprising jolt of warmth through her. She could feel the beginning strains of tension—the lovely kind that made her want to pull him closer.

“How’re you feeling now?” he asked, letting his fingers dip to her waist. A playful glint appeared in his eyes as he noticed the way her breath caught.

“Tired,” she repeated, then paused. “But also…really happy.”

He smirked. “So, if you had to choose one…which is it right now? Sleepy or happy? Or maybe something else?” The slight growl in his voice suggested the possibility of “something else.”

She bit her lip, trying to keep from letting out a giggle. “Stop that,” she murmured, a small laugh escaping anyway.

“Stop what?” he asked, tilting his head in feigned innocence. His hand skimmed her waist again in a playful manner, and she felt her heart flutter.

“You’re being a tease,” she said, half laughing and half scolding, but her tone was gentle—she was far from annoyed. It was a familiar dance, one that she’d grown more comfortable with over the months.

“Me?” Lando said in mock offense. “Never.”

She rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide her grin. She allowed herself to scoot closer, pressing into his warmth as the rain continued its steady patter on the glass.

“You smell really nice,” he commented in a low voice, taking a moment to nuzzle into her hair. “That shampoo—it’s jasmine, right?”

“Jasmine and a bit of vanilla,” she confirmed, letting her eyes flutter shut for just a moment.

Lando’s free hand found hers, their fingers interlacing beneath the duvet. “You want me to put a movie on?” he asked. “We can do that, or we can just…talk.”

She lifted her head slightly, resting her chin on his chest as she peered up at him. “I wouldn’t mind just talking.”

He smiled. “Tell me about your day. The real version, not the polite one.”

She exhaled, letting out a small laugh. “It was…stressful. The project my team is working on is behind schedule, and my boss wasn’t exactly thrilled. We had to do a lot of damage control. On top of that, I had to skip lunch to attend a meeting that should have been an email.”

“Sounds rough,” he sympathized. His thumb drew soothing patterns across her knuckles. “Did you eat enough for dinner at least?”

She nodded. “I did, thank you for making sure I got extra spring rolls,” she teased.

Lando grinned. “I’ll always make sure you eat plenty of spring rolls. I care about you,” he said, only half-joking. “I want to take care of you, you know.”

She felt her heart flutter at his earnestness. Looking up, she saw the gentle concern etched onto his face, and warmth spread through her chest. “You already do,” she whispered, moving her hand to gently cup his cheek. She felt the light stubble there, and a tingle raced through her. “More than anyone ever has.”

His expression softened, and he dipped his head to press his lips against hers in a tender kiss. It wasn’t rushed or insistent; it was warm and certain. She let herself melt into it for a moment, forgetting the world outside her door.

When they parted, Lando brushed a lock of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “So, tomorrow,” he began, shifting under the covers so he could face her more easily, “we can stay in and order breakfast, or we can go out for a walk by the river. It’s supposed to be nicer in the morning, I think. The forecast said the rain should stop overnight.”

Her eyes flickered to the window where the raindrops continued. “A walk might be nice. But I’ll warn you, I’m probably sleeping in.”

“Good,” he answered quickly. “You need the rest.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And you’ll be wide awake, what, making me coffee?”

His grin deepened. “Actually, I might just stay in bed and watch you sleep for a bit. But, sure, I can make coffee too. I’m multi-talented, you know—F1 driver, coffee expert, professional girlfriend-spoiler.”

She giggled softly, lightly swatting his shoulder. “Don’t be creepy,” she teased, though the image of him being there, simply adoring her when she woke, sent a wave of comfort and contentment through her. “But okay, deal. You can watch me sleep, then we’ll have coffee. Then maybe we walk along the river.”

“Sounds perfect.” He placed a soft kiss on her temple. “Anything else you want? Whatever you want to do, I’m all yours tomorrow.”

She studied his face for a moment, taking in his bright eyes that always seemed to hold an easy smile. Five months ago, she never would have pictured being this cozy with him—this intimately connected. Now, she couldn’t imagine not having him around.

“Right now,” she said, her voice quiet, “I just want you to hold me.”

Lando’s gaze flicked down to her lips, then back up to her eyes, and he nodded. “Come here.” He guided her head back down to his shoulder, wrapping his arms around her so she was secure against him. They sank deeper into the pillows, the duvet a soft cloud around their bodies.

For a while, they simply breathed together. The occasional gust of wind rattled against the window, but it only made the room feel more intimate. He nuzzled his nose into her hair, inhaling the jasmine-vanilla scent once more. She could feel his heart beating against her cheek, strong and steady.

Eventually, she spoke again, her voice muffled by his shirt. “I’m so relaxed, I might fall asleep on you.”

“Then I’ll be the most comfortable pillow you’ve ever had,” he teased, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Mmm,” she mumbled, contentment evident in her tone. She ran her fingertips lightly over his chest, feeling the fabric of his t-shirt move under her hand. “I like how you feel. You’re so warm.”

“Is that so?” he teased in a husky whisper, his hand drifting to the curve of her waist. There was a gentle pressure that sent a shiver through her, a teasing reminder of how good it felt whenever he touched her. The sexual tension that always lingered between them rose to the surface, making her breath hitch.

She caught his gaze, and for a moment, words seemed unnecessary. A current of unspoken desire passed between them. He leaned down and kissed her slowly, more deeply this time, but still with that careful tenderness that made her stomach flutter.

Her lips parted, savoring the warmth and reassurance he poured into that moment. Then he pulled back, ever-so-slightly. “Don’t want to tire you out even more,” he teased, breathless.

She let out a soft laugh, her cheeks warming. “We have all night,” she reminded him softly, and there was a gentle challenge in her eyes—a playfulness that mirrored his own.

“So we do,” he agreed, pulling her impossibly closer. He brushed his lips against her neck, leaving a trail of light kisses before letting his forehead rest against her shoulder. “No rush for anything, right?”

“Right,” she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips. “We have all the time in the world.”

Another quiet lull settled over them, comfortable and intimate. She splayed a hand across his chest, feeling his heartbeat, and closed her eyes.

“Thank you,” she murmured after a while, her voice soft with sincerity.

“For what?”

“For making me feel safe,” she said, looking up at him. “You know I don’t always let people in easily. But you—” She paused, a slight smile lighting her face. “You never gave up on me. Even when I was making it complicated, you were there. You’re always here.”

“Of course,” he said, tightening his hold around her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his collarbone in a feather-light kiss. “I don’t want you to.”

He let out a happy sigh, brushing his lips across her forehead once more. “Good,” he murmured, “because I’m exactly where I want to be.”

They continued to hold each other, exchanging soft kisses and whispers in the dim light. The rest of the world seemed far away—a distant hum outside her skyscraper apartment. Beneath the covers, they shared slow caresses and hushed laughs, the gentle friction of their bodies creating a warmth more comforting than any blanket could provide.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, as though the words had been pulled from somewhere deep inside him. His lips found her forehead, pressing a kiss that lingered, and the sensation sent a wave of warmth cascading through her body. She tilted her face upward, meeting his gaze, and the intensity in his eyes made her breath catch. His thumb brushed her cheek, tracing the curve of her jaw before his lips captured hers in a kiss that was slow and reverent, as if he were memorizing the feel of her with every touch.

Her fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, holding him close as she kissed him back, savoring the way his lips moved against hers—soft, yet insistent. There was a sweetness to it, a simplicity that made her heart ache in the best way. When he pulled back slightly, his breath warm against her skin, she could feel the curve of his smile against her lips.

“What is it?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

His eyes searched hers, the corners crinkling with affection. “You,” he said simply, as though the word itself held the weight of everything he couldn’t quite articulate. “You feel like home.”

Her chest tightened, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him—clean, with a faint trace of his cologne, mixed with the warmth of his skin. His arms tightened around her, pulling her even closer, and she felt utterly safe, utterly cherished. There was no room for doubt or insecurity in his embrace; here, in his arms, she was everything she’d always wanted to be—loved, valued, seen.

He kissed her again, this time on the temple, his lips lingering as if he were savoring the moment. His hand slid down her arm, fingers interlocking with hers, their palms pressed together. The intimacy of it—barely a movement, yet so deliberate—sent a shiver through her. She squeezed his hand, and he chuckled softly.

“What?” she asked, smiling against his chest.

“You’re so soft,” he said, his voice warm. “Every time I touch you, I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Her cheeks flushed, the praise warming her from the inside out. She tilted her head to look at him, her gaze tracing the curve of his jaw, the faint stubble that shadowed his skin. He looked at her as though she were the only thing that mattered, his eyes soft with adoration.

“You make me feel...” she started, then hesitated, searching for the right words. “Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

His smile deepened, and he pressed his forehead to hers, his breath mingling with hers in the space between them. “You are,” he said simply. “Right here, with me—you’re exactly where you belong.”

She closed her eyes, savoring the words, the way they wrapped around her like a soft blanket. His lips brushed hers again, this time with a subtle urgency, as if he couldn’t quite get enough of her. She kissed him back, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, her body arching slightly toward his. Every touch, every breath, every heartbeat felt magnified, as though they were connected on a level that went beyond the physical.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them slightly breathless, she rested her head back on his chest, her fingers splayed across his heart. His hand continued to stroke her arm, his touch light and soothing. The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing, steady and synchronized.

She felt it then—a sense of peace so profound it almost brought tears to her eyes. In his arms, she wasn’t just Y/N, the girl who worked long hours. She was his. And that was enough—more than enough. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull her into a state of perfect content.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words soft but certain, breaking the silence.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, her heart swelling in her chest. “I love you, too,” she said, her voice steady, each word filled with the depth of her emotion.

He kissed her once more, a slow, lingering kiss that spoke of promises and forever. And as they lay there together, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only this—only them. And it was perfect.

Eventually, as the rain started to taper off and the rhythmic pattern grew faint, Y/n felt her eyelids grow heavy. Her long day was catching up to her, but she felt content in a way she rarely experienced.

Noticing her struggle to stay awake, Lando gently shifted to guide her head back down to his chest. “Sleep,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her temple. “I’ll be here.”

She managed a small nod, allowing the steady thrum of his heartbeat to lull her into drowsiness. “Stay,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, but he caught it.

He smiled in the darkness. “Always,” he whispered back, stroking her hair until she drifted off.

[orimuraa]

All I need is you on my side - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆dating gamer enhypen ⨾

۶ৎ gamer!enhypen x fem!reader ┆fluff┆kisses, headcanons┆wc 1.1k

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: idk why but i really love this idea so i hope it turned out okay 😭 reblogs and feedback are always appreciated 💗

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

let's get this straight

we all know hee is a big gamer nerd

so i feel like he would be the type of boyfriend who really loves having you on his lap while he plays

he's a streamer so the days where he decides to keep his camera off, he likes to have you with him

if he's yelling too loud into your ear, he will immediately mute and start apologizing

heeseung would be a bit anxious at first to let his fans know about you because he's worried about hate, but his fans are all super supportive of you guys

when he kisses you on stream, the chat goes wild, telling you two to "get a room"

gamer hee is overall so happy to have you by his side and he loves you very much

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

at first, jay would be very hesitant about letting his fanbase know a lot about him, but he later on grows to realize that his fans are all so supportive of him

so that's when he will start bringing you into streams if you're comfy

it started with a late night stream where you were bundled in the big white comforter, sitting on the bed and watching your boyfriend play when his chat noticed you

they kept spamming the chat with "who's the cutie behind you?" or "jay can pull?" or "jay, i love you, but i'm gonna steal that girl from you"

it made jay chuckle once he realized what was going on and so he muted himself before asking if you wanted to say hi

he slowly introduced you and said you were his amazing girlfriend (to which you blushed very hard at) before letting you go with a kiss on the cheek

his whole chat went wild and jay made a mental note that he'll include you more

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

just like hee, jakey here is a huge gamer as well

he's just so grateful for his fans so he loves being super open and honest with them

so, with your permission, jake will tell them about you and maybe even bring you onto stream sometimes

while jake is gaming, you're usually bundled up on the bed watching him or falling asleep

jake tries very hard not to wake you but if he happens to shout too loud, he'll immediately cup his hand over his mouth before rushing over to you, lulling you back to sleep with his magical kisses and small apologies

you often times just admire jake when he streams, not paying any attention to the game but more on how amazing and handsome your boyfriend is

oh! alsoo, his chat may or may not love you more than him >o<

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

i'm going to be very honest right now, i do not believe that sunghoon's fans found out about you via a gaming stream

i feel like it would be one of those "building furniture from ikea, come watch me suffer" types of streams and sunghoon would just casually be answering Q&A's when someone asks if he had a gf

he would smirk before nodding and saying "i do indeed, chat. would you like to meet her?" and then rush to go ask you if you wanna say hello

but besides that, he would actually start playing less violent games because of you

he would start an animal crossing stream in the mix of all his COD or whatever streams, knowing that you would come running to play animal crossing with him

sunghoon's happiest when he sees you enjoying something he treasures a lot and he especially loves teaching you how to play certain games

and we can't forget the teasing <3

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

i lowkey think that sunoo would just stream and play things like zelda breath of the wild, animal crossing, or stardew valley

he's just a chill guy <3

so often times, he'll have you in his lap when he streams and plays his chill games

his chat is always happy to see you there and while sunoo is focused on gaming, you interact with the chat and get to know them better

you sit in the comfortable silence, the clicking of his keyboard and the hum of his pc being the only noise

you like to think that other people find the comfort in sunoo's streams just like you do

coming home after a long day and then being able to just relax with sunoo as he games, giggling when you read the things his chat says

yeah...he's your definition of comfort streamer

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

jungwon is naturally very protective of you and so when he introduced you to his chat and fans, he made sure that they were very respectful to you and he would spend hours scrolling through comments, reporting any hate

he does love having you with him while he streams though

seeing you interact with his chat while he plays games with his friends always makes him smile

his chat names him "#1 y/n simp" because one time, he thought he turned off the camera but he must've missed because his whole audience saw him get up and shower you in kisses before going back to his game

he was definitely trending on sns the next day

not to mention, won also loves showing you off though

like i feel like he's the type to playfully be like "i have a gf and you don't" in a teasing manner

but despite this silliness, he locks in on the games when needed, knowing you understand

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

ni-ki would definitely be the type to start out by not showing your face on streams for privacy, but letting his chat know that you exist

but you soon realized that you wouldn't mind being on stream and so the day he revealed you, his chat went crazy

they all love you a lot and they adore seeing you on ni-ki's lap as he games

you're like his cheerleader

you have no idea what's going on in the game but you will clap for him every time you're sure something good happened

if you reward him with a kiss, he'll turn very red and shy before scolding his chat for spamming "simp"

ni-ki can be very noisy when he games sometimes so you have to remind him to keep it down a bit

his apology is a bunch of kisses and a couple whispered apologies

he's tough on stream but only you can bring out the softer side of him, making the chat love you even more

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @miukidoll

[nana-mizu-shiki]

Nobody else at the party had seen when the boy had left, just knew that he did when Vlad Masters had thrown a fit looking for him. Luckily for the guests, a friend (?) of the boy had made him aware of the fact that he had left via taxi, Miss Samantha Mason.

The Waynes had stuck together since the boy had injured Mr. Drake-Wayne, wary but continuing the party, minus Mr. Drake-Wayne himself and Mr. Grayson.

Now, Tim and Dick were in a bathroom near their rooms, cleaning up Tim's slowly bleeding nose. Kid had a surprisingly good punch.

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"I just, I don't get it? What could Masters be up to that his ward is willing to physically harm someone as high-profile as us just to stop him? We have no idea how he got his wealth, but his ward does, and instead of telling someone he's just stopping them from interacting with him. Why? How shady is it? Is he holding something over his ward? Why go through all this trouble?"

Dick shrugged, not paying much attention to Tim's rambling. It all came down to the same question anyway. Why did Masters ward do what he did the way he did it?

Tim sighed. Dick told him what he overheard as soon as he was able to pull Tim away from the party, texting the rest of the family a summary separately.

"Y'know," Dick began, leaning on the sink, "There is a way to find the answers to your questions.."

Tim looked over suspiciously at Dicks mischievous tone of voice. "Hm?"

"Ask." Tim blinked blankly at his brother. "Make a file for him, find where you can find him, run into him, talk, then ask. Seems pretty easy to me."

The smirk on his older brother's face spelled nothing good, but Tim was secretly planning a way to meet his punch-boy again anyway. He side-eyes his brother.

"Hm." He looked back at the mirror. "...Maybe."

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Daniel Jonathan Nightengale Fenton. Masters (maybe).

Tim. Liked. The name. Mhm. Yep.

Daniel is 16 years old and was born in Amity Park, Illinois, to doctors Jack and Madaline Fenton. Currently lives in Wisconsin, as the ward of Vladimir Masters. His sister is attending a University in Metropolis for psychology on a scholarship next fall. Has expressed interest in moving in with her on social media. Has other connections with Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley, the daughter of a wealthy family and an expected scholarship student to MIT. No other notable connections. Has also expressed interest in space exploration on social media, but has mentioned being unable to due to health issues (*Come back to this later, Tim), and has mentioned wanting to go into engineering instead.

There was other stuff Tim found about Daniel when stalking looking into him, but this was what he found important.

If he was able to move in with his sister, the chances of Tim meeting him again increased drastically.

And well, a little hacking never hurt anybody.

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Danny was fucking ecstatic.

Ellie had offered, very casually so it was obviously set up, but whatever, to watch over Vlad for him so he could stay with Jazz, at least for a little while. Danny felt kind of bad about it, felt like he was using his big sister, but she had been the one to offer and was very insistent. And that was before he was stuck with Vlad and...

Danny was happy with his sister. She got a full scholarship to the school of her dreams, of course he's happy! And they get to live in a really nice apartment because it's in Metropolis!

So, yeah. Danny's happy. Plus, now he's finally got a job.

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Tim.... might be going a little overboard.

Whatever, Kons not saying anything so Tim's not going to stop.

.....Maybe he'll only bring 50 of the 100 roses.

Anyways, Tim was waiting a block away from the small diner Daniel worked at in his car, consistently checking the time for when he should go inside.

....It wasn't stalking, shut up....

Tim got out of the car with 50 of the roses and walked into the diner casually, knowing that it closed in 20 minutes.

....Maybe he should have come sooner. Whatever.

When he walked in though, it was apparently in the middle of a robbery. Where Danny was decking the robber as he jumped over the counter.

The place was silent as the attempted-robber passed out with one hit.

Tim cleared his throat.

"Ah, Daniel, I know we met only once, but I’d really like to get to know you better." There's music in Tim's inner thoughts that soften, and Tim holds out the roses for Danny. "Would you please go on a date with me?"

Sorry, Rich Boy

If there was anything Danny hated more than anything, it was doing what Vlad wanted him to do. Especially when he'd done it thinking it was against the fruitloop's wishes and the man gave him that smirk that tells him Danny had played right into the fuckers hands.

So Danny had gotten good at sniffing out a scheme. And, honestly, he didn't need to do much sniffing here.

Vlad had invited him as a plus one to a Wayne (Yes, that Wayne. Brucie Goddamn Wayne.) Gala, meant to take place only a few days from now. Vlad must have suspected Danny would never agree, would have thought it was another attempt for Danny's loyalty where none of his friends could help. Unfortunately for Vlad, Danny was a spiteful fuck and he wouldn't let Vlad go to a Gala full of rich fools alone. Not when Vlad had previously admitted to how he'd gotten his fortune in the first place.

So, there Danny was, keeping an eye on Vlad. At a Wayne Gala. In Gotham, New Jersey. Fuck his half-life.

It was a horrible idea, really. The suit is stuffy, the room is stuffy, and the people are fucking stuffy. He hangs around the food for the most part, only because Vlad keeps coming back to it which makes keeping an eye on the guy somewhat easier. He admits coming was a good idea only when he sees Vlad making buddies with the Wayne troop themselves and that smirk is on his face. Well, fuck that.

He catalogs the group; not including Bruce Wayne there is a scowling child (immediately off the table, he’s not some fucko like Vlad okay), two teenage boys (one of them black and built like a small brick wall. The other a white boy, scrawny as hell, and looking a breeze away from passing out), two teenage girls (one a peppy blonde and the other a ravenette, off to the side laughing together), and a man (big).

Overall, if he had to pick who to go after to cause the most fuss, it’d be the kid. However, he has morals, so he sets his sights on the skinny white boy instead. He’s skinny, obviously, but upon a closer look has some muscle on him that makes Danny less guilty for his choice. Sorry, rich boy, but Danny has a godfather to piss off.

He sets down his drink, walks over, and decks the poor boy in the face. The look of horror on Vlad's face is well worth the absolute confusion coating the entire group.

And, just for the cherry on top, he turns to Brucie Wayne and the fruitloop, "Your Gala sucks and so does your city. Fuck this place, never bring me here ever again Vlad."

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Q ACTUALLY GETTIMG TO PLAY maybe! Write it! Xoxoxo :>

"What? What do you mean, you're going to Boston?"

You had been in the shower when Quinn had called you, and you weren't sure if you had heard him correctly or if there was just water in your ears. He wasn't supposed to be in that tournament. Well, he was, but you were being selfish in thinking that he should be resting during the generous two week break. Now, however, you were being told that he was needed as a last minute replacement.

"I haven't been given the green light yet, but there's a chance I'll get to play Thursday." He seemed happy, why wouldn't he be? Quinn had been going on and on about getting to play on Team USA with Jack since he was given the nod before the roster was even considered. You were happy for him as well, but there was a nagging feeling in your chest that made the joy feel minimal.

Your voice dropped off, "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yeah, I think so. I was pretty much there before the first game but I didn't want to push it."

"That was just a few days ago..."

Quinn sighed, because he knew how you were feeling, and he knew the conversation would likely take this turn. "I know what you're thinking, baby, and I'm alright. You know I wouldn't make this decision without thinking it through."

"I know but--," you were pouting, pacing around your bathroom, dripping water all over the floor since you hadn't had time to wrap your hair in a towel. "You've just been so excited to play with Jack."

Quinn paused, "I am, absolutely, but I wouldn't go into this without looking at all the options. I bowed out because I wanted to make sure I was good to go when the season resumed, but I'm feeling good and I'm needed. I promise you I'm not doing this just because it's my chance to get on the ice with my brother. And I'll only play if someone else gets hurt."

You still couldn't help but feel like this was a bad idea, but you couldn't deny that it was his decision at the end of the day. No doubt the entire Canucks front office had had a conference meeting with him prior to him having called you. They had been monitoring Quinn's injury status before the recent oblique issue, and they'd surely would have talked him out of any stupid decision made in haste.

When you didn't answer, Quinn tried his best to reassure you, "I promise you I'm okay. C'mon, you know me better than I think you're giving me credit for."

"I'm sorry."

"I know you're worried, and I appreciate your concern, I just ask that you trust me, okay?"

'Okay," you mumbled, finally settling. "I just worry about you."

He smiled, it was evident through his tone, "I know you do, and I appreciate it. I really do. I promise I'll be as careful as I can be."

You wanted to be happy for him, you really did, but fear and a concern for his well-being and the remainder of his season was riding on this one game. Just dealing with him when he missed a couple games was bad enough, god forbid if he had to miss any more.

"What if I fly you out tomorrow?"

"Are you serious?" You asked, in shock.

"Yeah, I'm sure I can probably call in a favour or two and get you a ticket," he laughed nervously, at how daunting of a task that might actually be.

There was a silence through the phone. He was trying to lighten the mood while you refused to get out of the rain.

"Just be carefully, baby, please," you added, changing the conversation back to what still had you feeling uneasy.

Quinn's tone softened to give you a sense of calm, "For you, I promise."

[thatoneautisticshark]

Hii

Idk if you already wrote something to it but your poky!tf141 with subby Simon got me thinking.

Simon is obviously subby, Kyke is kind of a subby switch, Jonny a switch (at least in my hc). And John is a dom obv.

But what if John needs this kind of relief yk? Having an empty head and glassy vision. What will the boys do? And how will the boys do it?

oooh yessss! That's cuteeee. Okay soooo

It's not something price likes admitting, trying to ask someone else to take the reins doesn't come easy. So they ended up with almost a code phrase. Of brownie points.

It started because if someone dimmed price when he needed it, price would, subconsciously, treat them a little nicer. You know more little gifts, and more jobs they liked. So they of course the boys began joking that having him sub for you gave you brownie points.

Except then it turned into and actual phrase they used. If price, albeit rare as it was, felt the want to sub, he'd simply text the group asking if anyone wanted brownie points and usually have one if not two of them in his room within ten minutes.

Johnny was the usual Dom but Kyle helped a lot. Simon only dimmed him a very few times, but was incredibly sweet, even tho his domming usually didn't involve sex.

So there's the idea, lemme story it real quick.

John leaned back against the couch in his room with a groan. He just needed a relaxer, all this paper work was doing his head in, and he could feel the urge to dip into that sweet little headspace.

And so he pulled his phone out, shooting a text to the chat with his boys, simple and too the point.

"Brownie points?"

In a minute, all three men were in his room, Kyle and Johnny heading over to him, and Ghost curling up on the bed, evidently not interested in the sex at the moment but wanting to be around them... and probably help with aftercare.

John had learnt quickly that simon adored giving aftercare. And he was good at it too. Nothing brought John more calm and down from his high then curling up against those great big tits.

Kyles hand landed on his face, gently rubbing his cheeks. "You need a little break yeah? Just need your boys, and going all subby."

John nodded mutely as Johnny's hands found there way to his hair. "Fuck Bonnie, such a good boy aren't you?" He cooed, slipping Johns shirt off and chucking it aside.

He then took full advantage of the new expanse of skin, kissing and licking a few small bits, as the man beneath him softly moans, head lolling in Kyle's arms.

Kyle gave a soft chucking, scratching the others scalp with on hand as the other made it's way to undo the belt. "Aw such a pretty boy~"

John was already way out of it by the time kyle grabbed his dick, already in that nice floaty headspace, feeling warm and happy. Softly whining at the contact with his dick.

When Johnny picked him up, he squeaked slightly, already too deep to care about the noise, his legs automatically wrapping round the others waist as he was lifted.

He could see the silent communication between his sergeants, about what they would do, but couldn't be bothered to work it out, he trusted them.

He got placed on the couch, on this front, cheek resting on Kyle's dark plush thigh, the mans hands already making their way to thread in his hair. "You think you are up to taking dick love?"

Kyle knew he wasn't nearly as experienced as any of them at it, so simply gave the choice and would take whatever John was willing to give.

The captain nodded blearily, softly nosing at the length, tongue darting out at the tip, eliciting a wonderful hiss from above him.

He had truthfully forgotten that Johnny was there, at least until he felt a warm tongue slide in his arse. He couldn't help the whine that escaped him, burying his flushed face in the junction of Kyle's hip and thigh.

Johnny was eating arse like a starving man, hands gripping Johns hips so hard there'd be bruises, and John could barely focus on Kyle's dick, but continued licking at it, earning hushed praises that made his head swim.

A yelpy moan escapes him as the tongue actually presses in. Johnny immediately pauses, hands rubbing his captains back. "Okay?"

John nods "Yeah... i.. I'm okay.."

Kyle's hand found its way back into his hair, as John canted his hips against the couch. It wasn't long before he was coming undone with a punched out whine.

It was only when Kyle pulled him upright, fingers wiping his cheeks, with a worried expression he realises he was crying.

A warm large hand landed on his back, Simon.

He barely registered being picked up, and placed on the bed, between Simons thighs, as hand massaged his shoulders, but he relaxed into it none the less.

Sorry it took a minute, trying to work out how to make this go was struggle!

[starconstruction]

“U’ll pull out right?” ovulating Lip vs “I’m going to put twins in this pussy” m!reader—no protection, no contraceptives, just womb-fulling knocking up. Ovulation got her needy and reader takes full advantage

Hungry.

Kim Lip x Male Reader {Smut}

Wc:2314

hope you like this ask, always a huge fan of the loona ones. let me know what you think, if u have any more im happy to hear them.

smut tags; fsub, fingering, multiple orgasms, face fucking, ass eating, creampies, breeding/impregnation, unprotected sex, ovulating, anal, minor references to an assjob and some feet kissing, dirty talk, references to other loona members.

not proofread.

It was a fantastically average day for you, time to relax as you sat on your computer. The hours slipped away as you watched whatever you were recommended, you played a new game, one where you fought your way out of hell against your dad. You sat in the comfortable chair, reclined against the carpet floor. You shared this apartment with a roommate, a strange girl called Jungeun. She kept to herself for the most time, but she seemed nice.

The growl of your stomach reminded you of your hunger, having ate very little all day. Normally you ate with your roommate, since it saved money. You withdrew yourself from your domain, walking towards Jungeun's room. The door was slightly ajar, you put your eye into the room, your breath hitched as you gasped. Frozen in place.

Jungeun's clothes laid open, bare skin visible as her well endowed breasts were free. Your eyes trailed further down, admiring her body. Her fingers were jackhammering her puffy pussy, her wetness evident as it coated her fingers and bed sheets. Her skirt and panties were hanging on her foot as she brought her self to heaven. You were about to leave, guilt swallowing you as you watched Jungeun. "W-Wait!" She said, voice broken as her fingers withdrew.

You turned around, she looked dishevelled. Her brown hair clung to any service it could find, face flushed a beet red as her eyes were wet and glossy. "Come in, please." she pleaded as you came closer. The scent of sweat and arousal filled your nose, air claggy and hot. "Wow, Jungeun you look awful." You said, not entirely sure how to proceed.

Jungeun looked at you with big, begging eyes. As if trying to say something but the words were being lost, her hands twisted together. "What do you want Jungeun? I don't have all day." You teased, getting close to her ear as she shuddered. "Y/N, please. Help me." Her voice was weak, desperation leaking from her mouth as her arousal leaked into the bedding.

"Help with what? Use your words if you want help baby." you trailed her chest, dragging your finger down as she whimpered. Your fingers stopped mere inches from her needy crotch, her heat radiated and tickled your fingers.

"Fuck.. I am ovulating and I've been so needy!" She shouted, a gentle whine spilling out. Your fingers gently touched her folds, staying still as her hips moved involuntarily. "Please, Y/N, fuck me!" your mind went to places full of darkness. She was willing to do anything you wanted. You beamed with ideas, showing some restraint as your fingers found her clit. Tracing soft circles as she coated your hand with wetness, her folds were sopping as you traced her cunt up and down.

Jungeun's spare hand found solace in your neck, pulling you down to her lips. You two shared saliva as Jungeun aggressively made out with you. Her kisses were full of passion with a needy desperation underlying, her teeth sunk into your bottom lip. Eliciting a gasp out of you as she sucked on your tongue.

Your hand didn't remain idle, trailing down as your fingers prodded around. Her hole welcomed them as it greedily took your digits, delightfully squeezing around the pads of your fingers. You sped up your fingers, hammering aggressively as a wet squelching noise filled the air. Jungeun moaned into your mouth, her breath was warm with a taste of cigarettes, cut through by her strawberry lip gloss.

You pulled away from her lips, a string of saliva falling onto the ground. "You gonna cum?! Cum like a desperate whore for me?" You barked, your thumb rubbing her clit as you went in and out of her.

"Yes, yes god! I'm so close!" Jungeun screamed, unraveling under you as she got brought to the first orgasm of the night, her body shot out clear liquid as your fingers were forced out. The effects of her ovulation obvious, legs shaking vigorously as she wound down.

"Good girl, that's it." She looked divine as her chest heaved, desperate for oxygen as you licked your fingers clean, tasting her arousal. You hoped this wasn't going to be a one time thing. "Thank you, Y/N." She said, a face of contempt as she basked in pleasure. "Is that it? I think you need more than that, wouldn't you agree?" You took a shot in the dark as your hand rubbed her thigh.

Jungeun sat and thought about it, before nodding. "Fuck me, make me yours." you smiled, but you had an idea. "I'm not sure, I mean.. You could show me how much you want this." Her eyes looked up at you in confusion. Your hands ripped the rest of her clothes off. "You have such beautiful lips, they'd look so pretty against my dick, wouldn't you agree?" She got on her knees, her hands worked quickly as they pulled the zipper, your veiled hardness made contact with her lips as your trousers dropped to the ground. Pooling comfortably around your feet. Jungeun's impatience got to her, adding your boxers to the pool.

Jungeun's lips felt like a slutty flesh-light, inch by inch taken in her sinful mouth, you let out a strong guttural moan as you entered her damp cavern. Her tongue massaged your length, prodding your flesh as she hummed. "That's a good girl... Fuck." You purred.

You grew bored of the slow pace, taking control. Hands reaching to the back of her head as you angled her head, your cock thrusted into Jungeun's throat, her eyes widening in surprise as she gagged on your spit covered cock. Your repeated thrusts made her tear up slightly, nose tapping against your crotch as she breathed in all of you. Her tongue took a back seat as she was used as a hole. "What a good flesh-light, fuck Jungeun your throat is so good." You let out, speeding up your thrusts as her hands desperately found solace on the back of your legs.

Jungeun's throat brought you to heaven, she was so needy for your cock. You were so close to your orgasm. You growled as you forced your cum into her throat, Jungeun gagged violently as ropes of semen was shot into her stomach.

You rescinded your length, "Good girl." You said, rubbing your softening cock all over her face. Leaving a thin trail of saliva. "Get me hard again, use whatever part of your slutty body you want." Jungeun beamed "Yes sir." She picked herself up "Lay down, let me service you." You compiled, laying on her soaked bedsheets. Jungeun turned away. "You like my ass? Wanna feel my cheeks around that thick cock?" she asked.

"Fuck yes Jungeun. Smother me." Her asscheeks were wet with sweat as your semi hard shaft laid in the centre, smothered as she compressed you. Lifting up and down, soft and supple flesh made quick work of your limp cock. Now fully erect as it peaked out of Jungeun's ass. You sat there for a few minutes before stopping her.

"How desperate are you slut? You'd let me do anything if it got you to cum, is that right?" Jungeun paused before nodding. "Bring that ass over here then, I want a taste." She got closer, shaking her ass as she backed up "Yes sir, do whatever you want. I'm yours." She completely submitted as you smiled.

Jungeun's ass was damp with a mix of sweat from the heat of the room, alongside her saliva, her hole was inviting as your tongue got made familiar. You moaned against her ass, breathing in the musk as you tasted her. You were hooked as you kept eating her out. Your tongue probed her flesh, "Yes! Eat me, eat my ass!" She screamed, "Your tongue is so good, I need this." You withdrew for a second. "You slut! I bet you were thinking of me when you were creaming yourself on your fingers!" You yelled, slapping her ass as she screamed.

"Yes! I was thinking of your cock, how good it''d feel in me, you are going to give me it? Right sir?" She begged, shaking her ass towards you. "Yes, you are going to take my cock. Every inch." You gave her asshole some frantic kisses as she gasped, her wetness soaked your chest. Leaving a puddle of her neediness on you. "Wow, you are soaking on me, what a whore." You teased, "Clean it up." you continued.

Jungeun turned around, her tongue licking every ounce of her arousal, a common whore who'd anything for you. "Jungeun, lay down." You said. Swapping places as her head laid pressed against pillows, body laid disorderly. You stopped in front of her cunt, cock a mere inch from penetrating her needy core. "You'll pull out right?" She asked, you thought about it. "If that's what you want. But I have a feeling you'll be begging for me." Before she could react, you pushed in. Jungeun's cunt gave little resistance to your cock. You arms pressed into the bedding, your faces mere inches as you pounded into her violently.

Her cunt gripped you, desperate for it to never leave. It squeezed with a pressure that desperately tried to milk you for all it's worth. "Fuck! Your dick is so so deep!" She screamed, the bed shook under each thrust. "You are so tight, your whore cunt wants nothing more than my dick? Right?!" you teased, "Yes! Fuck my slutty pussy! It wants nothing but you!" Jungeun's hands clawed at your back, pressing your lips together as you made out. Your legs sped up as you stuffed her sopping cunt with your dick, you slammed against the deepest parts of her walls. Her feet lodged itself against your back, joining the scratches of her arms.

"Are you sure you don't want my cum? Filling this up as I impregnate this hole, that's what you want right slut?" You taunted, delivering impactful thrusts as the skin slapped. Her cunt turning red with every slam, "Yes! I do! Fill me up, give me your kids!" She responded, happy receiving your thrusts as she screamed loud noises of pleasure.

"Good, because I'm going to put twins in this pussy." The heat of the room became unbearable as you became lightheaded. Your tongue licked Jungeun's face, revelling in her horniness. "I'm close! Cum with me slut, take my load right in your womb! Fuck!" You spilled into her needy cunt as she tightened suddenly. Engaging her own orgasm as she was knocked up.

Your cock withdrew from her, pearlescent cum leaked from her cunt. Dripping slowly out her used hole, a shared sigh of relief leaving your mouths. You didn't want this to end yet, wanting to claim every part of this trophy. Finger rubbing against her saliva-drenched backdoor, pressing an inch in as she looked at you in shock.

"Sir~" she begun to speak, but you shushed her "You can go another round right? Give me your ass?" You smiled, kissing her foot as you engaged your finger in and out. "fuck my ass sir, do whatever you want to my body." You smiled as she gave in. "Good girl, but I want more from you." You said, leaving the room temporarily. You came back with a small bottle of glossy liquid, her face confused as you chucked it into her chest. "Put on a show, get yourself ready for my cock. My slut." She compiled, giving herself ample room as lube coated her fingers, some semen leaked into her asshole. Her fingers pressing it in, they moved with practiced expertise, starting with two as they prepped her asshole for a good dick.

" You've done this before? Haven't you? Fucking your ass like a hungry slut." Her fingers sped up as she added a third one. "Yes! I've done this before, I love things up my ass." Her voice was breathy and broken, "Once I got Yeojin to join me at an anal gangbang, felt it for weeks." She continued, you grew bored of waiting. Hand stroking your cock vigorously, "Tell me more about you and your friends." You asked, the joint masturbation moans filled the room. "Oh fuck, one time Hyeju and I fucked some random guy in a bathroom. She was so horny she ate his ass, it was so hot." She let out, the horniness clouding Jungeun's better judgment. Secrets spilled from her mouth "Gowon always wanted to try BDSM, so she let me dominate her, she's so submissive." You deemed it time.

"Be a good slut and lube me up." You commanded, her hand rubbed a thick slather of lube across your length. "Thank you, good girl."

Your dick pressed against her ass as it sunk in, "Dont be gentle just fuck me!" She demanded, you complied. Stretching her backdoor as you violently fucked her tight ass, "God you are so tight! I bet you are happy you stopped me!" her backdoor squeezed the life out of you, no time to waste as you wanted every inch of her body. Licking her suspended foot, cleaning them off as you pounded into her like an animal.

"YOU FEEL SO GOOD IN ME, KEEP GOING!" Jungeun screamed at the top of her lung as you violated her hole. You knew your orgasm was close, your cock withdrew from her backdoor as you shoved it in her grooling cunt. Launching a wave of semen in her, Jungeun cunt was saturated in your load. Full with your future children as it entered her womb.

You withdrew, watching as more leaked out. "Good girl, I hope you feel satisfied slut. You should introduce me to that Yeojin."

"Maybe I should, I think she'd love you."

You two showered together, spending the rest of the night with your cock firmly planted in her cunt.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

I'm the anon who requested the tipsy reader I apologize for that! Instead could I request Shadow x Artist!Reader who's really into this painting for Shadow and he can't see it yet cause it's a surprise and it ends up being a painting of Maria at least from how Shadow described Maria to Reader? Once again I apologize for the other request, have a good day! ❤️

“A Special Gift for you!”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Artist Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: Art was always something that made you happy. Hopefully you can share that happiness with your partner.

Notes: This one is cute! And no need to apologize, mistakes happen and I appreciate you coming back with another request! Hope you like this one, anon!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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“What are you doing?” you hear a voice say from behind you.

You stop your painting, turning your head, seeing your confused partner, Shadow, standing next to you with his head tilted.

“Oh, hey Shadow!” you say with a smile. “I’m just painting.”

“What are you painting?” he asks.

“Cream’s pet chao, Cheese and Chocola,” you reply. “I thought it would be a good birthday gift for her.”

“Oh,” he mutters. “Thank you for reminding me that’s coming up.”

“No problem,” you say, returning to your painting.

But as you get to work, that gets you an idea.

Sure, Christmas is a couple months away still, but nothing wrong with a surprise gift beforehand!

But first…Time to finish painting these chao.

After doing so, you set the painting aside, putting a new canvas on your easel, Shadow being long-gone, off doing his own thing.

Good thing he left the room, actually.

Because this next painting was a surprise for him.

You get out your pencils and a drape to put over the canvas should Shadow arrive unexpectedly or should you have to leave the painting unattended.

You think to yourself for a moment how you want this to look.

Shadow likes simple things, but she was really special to him, so…Ugh, conflictions!

Okay, got it.

Simple background, but detailed painting.

That’ll make Shadow happy.

To be fair, anything positive regarding her would make him happy.

Hopefully not make him cry.

Yes, tears are healthy, but seeing him sad makes you sad.

…Okay, now you just sound like a bad person.

Nevermind that thought.

Regardless, you want this to look good.

You start with a rough sketch, the sound of your pencil being the only thing in the room.

After that, you polish up the sketch, again with your pencil. Looking good!

Now to decide on a background…

Ah, of course! Space and stars!

You get out your black, blue, and purple paint, along with the white and yellow for later.

But hearing the door open, you quickly put the drape over the canvas as Shadow walks in.

“Hey Shadow! What’s up?” you ask.

“Just wanted to let you know it’s getting late,” Shadow states. “Don’t stay up too long.”

“I won’t, I’ll be in bed shortly,” you tell him.

Shadow nods before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

You suppose you could start with the paint tomorrow, you are kind of tired after all.

You set all of your paint down near the easel, making sure the drape is on snugly before leaving the room.

A few days pass, and with extensive work, the painting is done. And a good few days before Christmas at that!

You sign your name at the bottom of the painting as you usually do, in white, making it look like a constellation.

Now to bring it to Shadow.

You pick up the painting and exit the room, with the back facing outwards so Shadow can’t see it.

“Shadow! I have a surprise for you!” you say in a cheery sing-song voice.

“A surprise?” Shadow asks. “But it’s not even Christmas yet.”

“It doesn’t have to be a holiday for you to get a gift, silly,” you say. “Now, close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

Shadow sighs but does so, and you place the painting to him with the painted side towards him.

“Okay, now open!” you say excitedly.

Shadow opens his eyes, and his pupils immediately dilate to a small size as he carefully puts a hand on the painting.

“You…you made this for me?” he asks quietly.

“I did,” you reply. “Now you can see her whenever you want.”

Tears start to fall from his eyes and you move to wipe them away as he sets the painting aside, hugging you.

“Thank you…” he mutters.

“No need to thank me,” you tell him. “I just wanted to see you happy.”

And he couldn’t be happier; he was glad to have a caring partner like you by his side.

[yournamemakesmytonguetired]

yes. i have made two house md character ai bots but one of them is sort of cringe af but also not, it needs some editing (i can give you the url of the good one if you want?)

me and my mum are two seasons away from finishing what we’re watching rn, and she knows i love medicine so she’ll probably not care if i ask. two seasons is a lot tho :/ what we’re watching rn is made in the same time and she likes stuff made then so that’s a plus. now i have to research psychology and figure out how to convince her, because i’m very scared of showing interest for no apparent reason whatsoever.

okay so my memory is a bit faulty, but this is the general idea of how they met

they were younger, obviously, and wilson was carrying his divorce papers around, he got drunk somewhere and did some property damage because he didn’t like the music? and house bailed him out of jail because he was curious about the divorce papers

(nahhh the second i can talk about it my brain stops braining wth)

also this whole reblog thingy we have here is making me so happy yay and my body decided that it’s a baby bird that wants to fly. if that makes sense (no way, is that some internalised ableism i see? woah!)

house x wilson is a good ship

very good

i could possibly write a lot about why it’s a good ship but then i’d spoil some stuff that happens

house whipped out his dick in a restaurant to show his birthmark that's similar to his biological dad's and the dad goes holy shit this bloody lunatic is my son and meanwhile wilson staring at the dick like 👁👄👁

[graceisinthelibrary]

Here we go with the next prompt, asked by @cookie-moi. She aksed for no 8 "Don't worry about me, I'm just happy you're safe".

Siegfried was limping. His sciatic was kicking up badly tonight and, leaning on Audrey, he somehow made it onto one of the kitchen chairs. 

“Really, Mr Farnon…” She spared him the mocking glance she had usually reserved for him, probably because she knew he wasn’t exaggerating or faking his pain. After all, he had suffered sciatica when he had lifted her bike out of a deep ditch. One wrong movement and the middle of his body felt like an everlasting spasm. In the end they had managed to tie the bike to his Rover, but she had to drive home, because he couldn’t trust his legs to perform the necessary movements to bring them home in one piece. 

“I’ll bring you a hot water bottle and a tincture.” 

“Whisky,” he said between clenched teeth. He needed something to numb the pain and quickly. 

In a hurry she took off her hat and bag and disposed of them onto her little desk, before she vanished in the depths of the house to collect the necessary remedies. With his forearms firmly pressed on the top of the table, he tried to regulate the pain, but failed. 

“I’m so sorry!” She mumbled upon her return. He shoved a glass of whisky into his hands. “It were all my fault!” 

He gulped down the liquid, created to make him feel sane, and replied with a pale face, “Don’t you worry about me, I’m just happy to know you’re safe.” 

“You don’t look happy to me,” she quipped as she unbuttoned her uniform jacket. 

“Believe me, I am,” he assured her. The reckless driver who had forced her from her bike into the ditch was the one he wished his back pain on. “I’m glad you called me. You know I would pick you up from the ninth circle of hell.” She knew he meant every word of it and she was ever so grateful to him. Siegfried Farnon was truly a man she could rely on, no matter how gruesome the circumstances were.  

Her eyes softened as she watched them, clinging to the table like a mad man. “You should have a lie down,” she suggested. “You need to relax.” 

Feeling guilty, because she had called him out in the middle of the night, she refilled his glass. Naturally, there had always been the possibility to call Mr Bosworth, but she had had no wish to kick up a discussion or have the rule book quoted to her. She had needed someone to help her and as so often she had thought of Siegfried first. And now he was in pain and she felt dreadful about it. 

“Maybe you should see a doctor in the morning.” The idea was unheard of and he dismissed it quickly. “There’s no need for that, Mrs Hall. I’ll be in tiptop shape in no time! You know I happen to possess the very robust…

“Constitution,” she finished the sentence for him. He was so stubborn that it hurt. In the drawer she found a bottle with painkillers and gave him not one but two. He spilled them down with his second whisky. 

As the kettle whistled and she poured the hot water into the pot, she wondered if she would manage to drag him up the stairs on her own or if she should summon Tristan to help. Siegfried would hate the idea and so she decided to postpone the decision until the painkiller unfolded its magic.  

“Let me have a look at your back,” she said instead and dangled the pot with the ointment in front of his nose. “It’ll relax your muscles.” 

He wrinkled his nose, unhappy with the idea to smell of herbs. For a man who often returned home covered with muck, he looked quite childish and he seemed to realise as much as she arched her eyebrow. 

“If it makes you feel better…,” he sighed.  

She made a cross over her heart and helped him to take off his jacket, waistcoat and then his shirt. He unbuttoned the shirt himself, but she pulled it down and she felt herself blushing while her hands glided over his arms. It wasn’t the first time he got rid of his clothes in front of her, but this felt a little different. This wasn’t about her doing his laundry. 

“Lean forward,” she ordered, glad he didn’t have to see her face as she slowly dragged up his undershirt. What she revealed inch by inch didn’t disappoint. Even in his fifties, the man was in good shape, his body still toned. The muscles on his back were impressive, but as her fingers touched him right over his trousers, she felt the strain of the musculature. He hissed with pain as she carefully ran her fingers over his skin, trying to detect the affected area. 

“Don’t move,” she said as her fingers moved under his waistband, a touch so intimate that she wished she hadn’t offered to treat him. But, as she reminded herself, it was her fault and now she had to bear touching him. A touch usually performed by a wife or a capable nurse. 

“That’s the spot,” he complained and pressed both balls of his hand against his eyes. 

“Alright…” Diving her fingers into the pot, she told herself there was nothing embarrassing about it, but as soon as her fingers applied the tincture over his warm skin, her face flushed up again. 

He groaned as she moved her fingers further down. “Sorry,” she whispered, praying the cause for his reaction was pain, and not a result of her intimate touch. They had been bouncing and crossing the lines between employer and employee often enough, but never like this. She quickly pulled down his shirt, but couldn’t help to run her hand along his back one more time. 

What would she give to feel these muscles while tangled up in a passionate embrace! 

Shocked about her trail of thoughts, she took a step backwards. She had no idea where this was coming from, but suddenly her body seemed to remember that it had been ages since she experienced a sexual encounter worthy of the name. Without forewarning she remembered that she was indeed still a woman who longed for a man to hold her. And if said man was as good looking and caring as the man in front of her, her reaction was probably natural. She was only human being after all, her needs were natural, although the vicar probably most likely had a different opinion on the matter. 

“That should do it. Now have a brew and get yourself to bed with a hot water bottle,” she said, turning away. “If it’s not better by tomorrow morning, I’ll call for the doctor.” 

He said nothing in return. He didn’t complain and he didn’t offer a challenge, which wasn’t like him at all. Irritated, because that must mean he had fallen asleep, she turned to find him on his way out of the kitchen. Not that he was quick on his feet, only determined. 

“Mr Farnon!” 

“I’m sorry, Mrs Hall, but I need the bathroom…” He sounded raspy, unsteady, and uneasy. 

As she had done before she pushed her shoulder beneath his armpit and steadied him. “You won’t make it up there on your own,” she scolded him. “I can ask Tris if you…” 

“No…” He tried to steady his breath. “Let’s give it a try…” 

It took them almost five minutes to reach the top of the staircase that had never felt that long. As she dragged him through the half darkness, she felt his warm breath on her cheek. Glad for the limited illumination she found it easier to deal with her own raging emotions. Sure that the adrenaline caused by the accident had played a part in her unseemly thoughts about him, she told herself it would pass. Tomorrow she would wake up, knowing it had been a fleeting moment of silliness. And the next time she would call Bosworth for help. 

“There we are,” she whispered as they reached the bathroom. Unsteadily he moved inside and she waited until he showed up again, before she helped him to his bedroom door. 

She knew the room too well. Every day she entered it, opened the windows, and made up the bed. She changed his bed clothes and looked after his garments, darned his socks. His male scent was everywhere just like his books, and his other, most private possessions. Suddenly she didn’t want to go in, because she feared she might do something she would regret… Visions of them tangled up in his sheets, their bodies intertwined, torn apart by lust, filled her mind and wouldn’t go away… It was the adrenaline, she told herself. She had read about its impact on people after an accident. It was just adrenaline… 

“Thank you…” he whispered. “I can manage on my own from here.” 

“You sure?” She asked, relieved and disappointed at the same time. 

“Positive.” His voice sounded hoarse. 

“I’ll get you a brew and the hot water bottle…” She opened the door for him and watched him as he limped inside the room. With his hand pressed into his back, he headed straight towards his bed. 

As she withdrew she needed a moment to collect herself. She leaned backwards against the wall and drew a deep breath, wishing herself back into the ditch. Somehow it had felt safer there…  

[freyito]

ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ | ꜰʀᴇʏɪᴛᴏ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪᴅ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ !

✭ pairing(s): blade x gn reader

★ in which: blade takes an interest in one of your hobbies... much to his dismay.

✩ strawberry parfait + icecream float w/ blade!

✦ this is the first entry for my 1k follower event, Freyito's Maid Cafe! check out the link to figure out how to send an order!!

✧ a/n: ohhhh, i've been thinking about an event for 1k followers for so long, but no idea ever stuck... UNTIL NOWWW... and it all started with Blade. so enjoy some maid blade shenanigans !

🗒 cw: gn reader, stellaron hunter reader, maybe a little ooc (this entire event is tho), the curse of chronic pain, embarassed bladie :3, just cosplay stuff! (i know nothing about sewing and stuff so FORGIVE ME), not proofread

✎ wc: 3.4k

Blade had expected many things from you. He understood all your hijinks and your quirks, and your hobbies. Sure, they were a far cry from your profession, and he supposes no one else would have expected such things from a Stellaron Hunter of all people. But, given how close he was to you, and the other hunters of course, he didn’t find it surprising.

You, like Silver Wolf, tried to get him in on your hobby. You can’t help it, when they’re the only people you can truly be candid with. Sure, you have a couple of online communities that are into cosplay as well, but it’s nothing compared to having someone you’re rather close with participate in your hobby. Blade, of course, has said no, multiple times. Even when you offered to make the most unassuming cosplay you possibly could. Something that would ensure no one could ever tell who he is. You were always met with a flat out ‘no’, or something along the lines of him telling you he would when his joints were feeling better. You understood that with his… affliction, that wouldn’t be any time soon. But it didn’t stop you from asking.

You have asked the other hunters if they’d like to go to cons with you, and while results are always positive, it doesn’t always end quite how you’d expect it. Silver Wolf is… fifty-fifty on the idea. Even when presented with her own hand-made costume, she shrugs. She’ll go… if there is an arcade, or some sort of event that is tied to one of her games is happening. When she does tag along, you end up losing her halfway through, and end up alone at the con for an hour or more. When she doesn’t, she tosses you a couple credits and asks for you to get her some prints and goodies of characters from her games.

Kafka likes the idea of dressing up. But not cosplay. She entertains your chatter, and she adds invaluable feedback to the cosplays you make, from the stitching to how it fits on you, but she is more fashion-oriented rather than cosplay-orientated. You appreciate her advice, truly, but sometimes it does hurt a little when she outright says no. Elio, too, says no. Of course he does. You don’t know what you were thinking, trying to bring him out in public like that, even if he was dressed up as a character. But it had been worth a try, even if you knew the answer.

Firefly, on the other hand, loves going to cons with you. She does it rarely, given her condition, but when she’s feeling up to it, she jumps at the opportunity. She loves any and all of the cosplays you make her, even if they’re from some obscure game not even Silver Wolf knows about. She’s always happy to share your hobbies, and as a bonus, you two normally swing by a bakery after every con to stock up on sweets and pastries (and treat the rest of the hunters).

And while Blade has said no multiple times, he always lingers whenever you’re sewing. In between missions, or when he has downtime and he isn’t training, he always likes to sit by you as you work, especially at your sewing machine. When con season came around, he’d sit by you when he could and listen as the machine ticked. However, you had become more and more burnt out of sewing, and last con, you had chosen to go with a costume you had made previously. Blade was loath to admit it, but he had been worried. You were a lot less enthusiastic about this con, shrugging it off when Firefly had asked you about it.

It had been quite some time since then, and you had been caught in too many missions to catch up on your hobby. As of now, you and Blade had just finished up a simple heist. Why Elio hadn’t chosen Kafka instead, you don’t know. Granted, it didn’t take long, so you didn’t worry much about the mara stirring in Blade’s body. Other than that, he showed no signs of anything other than being Blade. The spoils of this heist was nothing more than a curio, one you didn’t quite understand. It was a book, one who’s pages endlessly flipped to another, in a language that was indecipherable. You chose not to dwell on it away further, shoving it in your bag and walking along with Blade.

He doesn’t say much, so you don’t say much, leaving the scene calmly. You pull out your phone and start scrolling through an app, simply to feel a little less awkward. As you scroll, a post on your timeline catches your eye. A promo for a cosplay event at a con, specifically, a maid event. You let out a ‘hmph’ of interest, straightening up and reading the details. Blade raises an eyebrow and looks over, only to catch your reaction. He does not want to look at your phone, but your interest has him curious.

You, on the other hand, seem to have found your passion once more. A cosplay event that happens in a month, not just that, but a contest. Either show up dressed as a maid, or show up as a character dressed as a maid… nothing like a little competition to spark your passion again. You save the details, and silently start planning out the fabrics and thread you’ll use. With a triumphant smile, you put your phone in your pocket and start walking a little more confidently.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

While Blade had made his way back to the ship, you had taken a detour. Lucky for you, the city had pretty lax security, and quite a lot of craft stores. When you had returned to the ship with a couple bundles of fabric and spools of thread, Blade ended up following you to your room, like a dog who knew it was time for a treat. You didn’t question it, given the fact that Blade was the resident stalker. If there was anything interesting happening that caught his eye, he was going to ‘scope out the situation’, and sometimes ‘make sure it’s safe’. You were also well aware of how much he liked the sound of the sewing machine; at least, you thought that’s what he enjoyed.

When you set the bundles of fabric and your bags down, he clears his throat, tilting his head.

“Are you… starting another project?” He mutters, his voice carrying over in the small confines of your room.

“Mhm. There’s an event I’m interested in,” You answer. It earns you a ‘huh’. It is rare that Blade asks you about anything, much less takes interest in what you’re doing, so you take this as a win.

“I see.”

Without another word on your end, you start shuffling through the fabric, already eager to start sewing. With just a month to go, you had to lock in. Which meant designs and everything. As you walked around your room, Blade’s eyes followed you. After a minute of the awkward silence (and the uncomfortable feeling of his eyes burning holes into your back), you turn around.

“Why don’t you come with me this time, Blade? It’ll be fun. I’ll even make you an outfit,” You suggest, almost sheepishly. And, for once, you aren’t met with an immediate ‘no’. He purses his lips just a little, as if weighing the pros and cons.

“Okay,” He nods, before looking at the fabric. “What would you have me dress up as…?”

His last words are tentative, and you can’t believe you got him to not only agree to going with you, but to dress up as well.

“Hm. Let me surprise you,”

“I don’t like surprises.”

“Okay, but you’d totally like the surprise I’d have in store for you,”

“I don’t like that tone. I don’t think I would.”

“Live a little, Blade! It won’t be anything bad, I promise. No one will know your identity.”

“... Fine.”

And thus, your evil plan is hatched. If he can’t get a hint at all the black and white fabric you had brought with you, then that’s his own fault. You do your best to hide the grin that threatened to spread across your face, clapping your hands together and turning back around so Blade wouldn’t be able to see you scheme. You could care less about winning the contest, now. You have to make the prettiest maid dress for Blade. Even with such a short deadline, you told yourself you would persevere. In fact, you were going to make him win that contest. First place guaranteed.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

With a little luck (hoping that Blade wouldn’t realize what you were making for him, praying he wouldn’t back out, praying his pain and mara wouldn’t flare up, and so forth), and a little spending (you are very, very thankful of the Stellaron Hunter’s ‘salary’, i.e. helping yourself to some of your client’s money), you two had finally made it to the con, relatively unscathed. Your hands were a bit sore from all the sewing you crammed into your schedule, but other than that, you were happy. And damn proud of your work. Blade, somehow, still hadn’t caught onto your plan.

As of now, the two of you were in the hotel, getting ready. More like you were getting ready. You chose only to show Blade his costume after you got dressed, to make him feel comfortable, in a way. It was more of a way to throw him off. You didn’t want him to say no at the last minute.

Instead of a dress for yourself, you chose to make yourself a classic butler suit. Not wanting to burn yourself out on dresses, or accidentally make the same thing, you saved the dress for poor Bladie. A simple black tailcoat, with a pinstripe dark grey vest and a tie suit you nicely, making you feel far more elegant than you seemed. Perhaps you could get used to wearing something like this… if it wasn’t so stuffy. You had also chosen to make the suit instead, because you had spent far too much time on Blade's dress.

You stepped out of the bathroom, which got Blade’s attention immediately. He looked you over once, just once, and huffed in… amusement?

“You look…” His voice trails off, face scrunching just a bit as if a compliment is too much for him.

“Nice? Handsome? Beautiful?” You finish for him, with a prideful smirk. “Why, thank you, Blade.”

“Yes. You’re welcome,” He shakes his head, before pushing off the bed. “What is it that you have made for me?”

His voice holds that same note of apprehensiveness, as if indulging in your hobbies is truly an annoyance, and he asks simply for appearances. You grin, before darting to your bag and rummaging through it, pulling out a bundled mess of black and white fabric. You made sure to keep it this way, so he wouldn’t have any way of rejecting you too early. Holding it out to him, he raises an eyebrow, and grabs it from your arms. You usher him to the bathroom all too quickly. Too nervous to sit, you stand in the little hallway, between the entrance of the hotel room and the actual room.

After listening to the fabric rustle and unfold, you are met with a very gruff “No.”. You can’t help but giggle a little. Without another word of protest or grunt, he moves to open the door. You quickly reach for the handle, holding it up so he can’t leave the bathroom, even if he could overpower you easily.

“Blade, pleaaaase?” You plead, leaning up against the door.

“No. You wear it.” He growls, jiggling the doorknob. “I’ll break down the door, I swear–”

“I cannnn’t wear it– I also can’t cover the cost if you were to break down the door.”

“You very well can wear it. Let me out.”

“No! I really can’t! You remember all those measurements I took of you…?”

“Yes. You can wear it. Just pin it.”

“But Blaaaade! My hard work! I made this all for you, you know,”

He falls silent behind the door, as if thinking over your words. Then, with a heavy, dramatic sigh, he lets go of the door knob. He doesn’t even grace you with a ‘fine’, but you know you’ve won. You pull off the door and go back to your little post, waiting with baited breath.

After about 15 minutes, which felt more like an hour, he finally emerges from the bathroom, fists clenched and eyes closed, face bright red. He refuses to look at you. You can’t remember the last time you’ve seen him blush, if at all. The dress you had made for him was a lolita style dress, the sleeves around the shoulders a bit puffy, the rest of the sleeves fitting his toned arms quite well, the cuffs white and frilled. The skirt was just a little above ankle-height, the skirt double layered, with intricate white stitching on the top most skirt. The apron itself was also frilled, more intricate stitching that absolutely killed your hands keeping it together. This dress, paired with some classic white stockings and black pumps, served for the perfect maid. All you had to do was add the finishing touch.

“Awh–”

“Save it. Are we done?” Blade cuts you off, still refusing to look at you.

“No, Bladie. We still have a con– and a contest,” You chuckle, reaching for another thing in your bag. “Plus, you’re missing the most important part–”

“No more. Please,”

“But, my hard work–”

“Fine.”

You walk over to him and stand up on your tip-toes to place the bonnet on top of his head. You do your best not to say anything else that might make the man embarrassed, but inside, all you can think of is calling him ‘cute’, a word that is foreign in association with Blade, of all people. You step back, giving him a glance over, with a stupid grin on your face. He simply furrows his brows, still unwilling to open his eyes.

“Come on, the contest is in… like, 20 minutes,” You urge, grabbing his hand and walking around him. “I don’t wanna be late.”

With a huff, Blade gives in, his shoulders slumping as he follows your lead out of the room. You are in quite the hurry, urging him to pick up the pace, practically dragging him to the elevator. He avoids the gazes of any cosplayer or con-goer, simply looking down at the ground. It seems you’ve shattered his dignity, but you could care less. Okay, you could care a little. But he makes such a cute maid, and he’s your key to winning… you don’t know. You completely skipped over that part when you read the details. You didn’t care much, any money prize was small beans compared to the money you made, but getting a ribbon or anything of the sort was a good ego-boost. That was always the only thing you were after.

While you ruminate over your definite victory, Blade is assuring himself that it truly can’t get any worse. When he saw you come back to the ship with all those bundles of fabric, he was quite happy (though, of course, he never expressed it) that you had found your passion once more. He had decided in a split moment that he wouldn’t mind sharing that happiness, too. After all those years of you asking him to come to a con with him, why not accept, finally? Well, it seems like he chose the wrong time to even think about accepting.

When you compared Blade to the bright and cheery other contestants, you couldn’t help but laugh. So lifeless, and yet still so handsome. You take this opportunity to get some pictures, while he’s distracted. However, the minute you pull out your phone and point it at him, his head snaps towards you, and he shoots you a glare that ensures you will most definitely be dead by the end of this con. You don’t care. At the very least, your last hours would have been spent well, forcing Blade to wear a maid dress… ah, it is heaven. And, pictures will be taken anyway– not that he knew that.

Before you can send the pictures you took to Kafka, Silver Wolf, and Firefly, the announcer claps his hands and gestures towards the line of maids. He introduces the event, a simple meetup between cosplayers, and a contest for a crown, for the cutest and best maid. He goes down the line of cosplayers, giving them all a number, before the announcer's assistants hand out little pieces of papers and crayons to write down which maid’s number you vote for. Of course, you choose Blade– number 7–, who wouldn’t?

After you turn your vote in, there’s a couple minutes of downtime. Blade has completely phased out all of his surroundings, repeating the words ‘I want to die’ over and over in his head. You simply stand before him as you wait for the results to be announced, a devilish grin gracing your lips. He doesn’t look up, seriously trying to play dead.

“Bladiiie…” You tease, poking at his calf with your foot.

All you get in return is a grunt. Well, at least he’s alive, you guess. He, once again, is choosing not to look at you, or at anyone for that matter. His eyes stare lifelessly into the sky, perhaps asking for divine guidance from this life. Before you can try and bring him back, the announcer claps once more.

“Alright! The votes are in!” He chimes up, everyone's attention turning back to him. “In third place, we have the sunshine after a rainy day, number 4!”

A round of applause washes over the group, a bright little maid with brunette pigtails and a beautiful light pastel pink dress stepping forward to claim her prize– a plastic, bronze crown.

“Next, for our second place, the maid with the fluffiest tail herrre…! number 13!”

Another round of applause fills the space, a Foxian with silver hair and a classic french dress steps forward, their tail indeed fluffy, a plastic, silver crown placed upon their head.

“And finally, the cutest maid here, she’s moody–”

Blade’s eyebrows furrow and he finally pays attention, gaze finally falling to the crowd. He’s heard that word in relation to himself far too many times.

“– she’s broody–”

No. Please no. He looks at you for help, for once, forgetting that you had gotten him into this position. All you can do is smirk.

“– lucky numberrr sevennnnn!”

All eyes are on him, that’s the only reason he’s able to understand that he’s number 7. He grimaces, and doesn’t step forward for his reward, and slightly less-cheap looking gold crown, compared to the other prizes. When he doesn’t claim his prize a second after the crowd applauds, you step up to claim it for him. The announcer hands it off to you, and you slowly walk up to Blade, who looks impossibly more defeated than before. He watches you, betrayal and hurt reflecting in his eyes. This is perhaps the first time you’ve seen such emotion within him.

“Hey, number 7,” You purr, raising the crown. All he does is shake his head, a silent plea to save him from his face. Your smirk turns borderline evil, as you raise the crown over his head.

“No,” He chokes out.

“Yeees…”

With that, you place the crown on his head, over the bonnet you had made for him. It doesn’t look all too good, uneven, but you could care less. The people cheer around you as the cutest maid is crowned, and you couldn’t feel any better. You have no doubt shattered Blade’s trust and faith in you… a worthy sacrifice.

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Out of bounds . JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; his love subjected you to the true extent of deception, a merciless lie wrapped in the illusion of paradise, until the truth tore it apart - he was always out of bounds.

↳ Jungkook x reader

↳ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: ongoing

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Chapter Forty Seven

I didn’t think, I just acted. My leg swung back with all the force I could muster, making contact with the person who had grabbed me. They released me instantly, stumbling back, and I quickly turned around, ready to face whoever it was and demand answers.

“Where’s Jungkook?” I shouted, panic and frustration flooding my voice. “Where is Damian?”

But as soon as I faced my attacker, the words died on my lips. My heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. It wasn’t the person I was expecting.

It was him.

Jungkook. Standing right in front of me.

I could hardly believe my eyes. There he was, looking much healthier than the last time I’d seen him. His face was mostly healed now—no more bruises or bandages covering it. Just faint scars from the trauma he’d endured, evidence of the pain he had gone through. His body was still wrapped in bandages, but there was life in his eyes, and that was all that mattered.

I stood frozen, just staring at him, my mind struggling to catch up with what I was seeing. The weight of the last few weeks hit me all at once, and I could feel the lump in my throat, the tears threatening to spill over as the reality of it all set in.

"Jungkook?" My voice was barely above a whisper, shaky with disbelief as I took a hesitant step toward him, my feet almost too heavy to move.

He met my gaze, his face lighting up with that familiar smile, the one I’d thought I might never see again. He looked at me with the same warmth in his eyes, the same teasing glint that made me feel both safe and crazy in love with him at the same time.

“What?” he asked, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “You don’t look too happy to see me.”

The words cut through the fog in my mind, and before I could stop myself, a flood of emotions broke through. The tears I had been holding back for so long came rushing forward, and I moved toward him, almost frantically, closing the distance between us and wrapping my arms around him.

His chest felt like the safest place in the world, and I buried my face against him, crying uncontrollably, my body shaking with the release of all the pent-up fear, confusion, and anxiety that had built up since the moment I’d learned he was missing.

He held me tightly, his arms wrapping around me, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt secure. Safe. Like everything might actually be okay.

“You’re such an idiot,” I said through my tears, my voice breaking. “Do you have any idea how much you scared me?”

Jungkook let out a soft laugh, but it was gentle, filled with the kind of sincerity that only came from someone who truly understood the depth of what had just happened. He didn’t pull away from me. Instead, he just tightened his grip, his fingers stroking my hair in a way that made everything else feel less important.

“I know, baby,” he said quietly, his voice low and filled with regret. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, still struggling to believe he was really here, that he was really standing in front of me. I touched his face, my fingertips grazing over the faint scars still visible on his skin, tracing the remnants of the pain he had endured. It felt surreal, like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from.

"You’re never doing that again," I murmured, the words almost coming out as a plea. “Do you understand me? You can’t just disappear like that. Not without telling me. Not without me.”

Jungkook looked down at me with that same soft smile, his hand gently cupping the back of my head as he pulled me in closer. His voice, when he spoke, was filled with a calm certainty that soothed the storm inside me.

“I’m here now,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “I won’t leave you again. I promise.”

I felt a small sob escape me at the sound of those words, and I buried my face in his chest once again, allowing myself to fully relax into his embrace. For the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to believe that everything was going to be okay.

I couldn’t even begin to process everything that had happened, but in this moment, none of that mattered. All I knew was that Jungkook was alive. He was here. And for the first time in a long time, I could breathe again.

I stayed wrapped in his arms, feeling the weight of everything finally begin to lift as Jungkook gently stroked my hair. The motion was soft and soothing, grounding me in the moment, making the world around us seem distant, less threatening. I was still crying, the tears had barely stopped, but something about his touch, the tenderness in his movements, made me feel like I could breathe again.

“Stop crying, princess,” he whispered, his voice low, but laced with warmth. His hand moved to cup my face, tilting it up slightly so he could look into my eyes, his gaze filled with an intensity that made my heart skip. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

I swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. He wasn’t leaving. He was here, alive, standing in front of me, and nothing else mattered at that moment. The relief was overwhelming, but the tears kept coming, as if my body was finally catching up with everything I’d been holding inside.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, but it felt like the most important thing I could say in that moment.

Jungkook froze, his arms still around me, and for a second, everything seemed to stop. I felt his gaze on me, his hand still lingering on my back, before he slowly pulled away, his face unreadable as he searched my eyes. "Wait, what did you say?" he asked, his voice quieter now, almost in disbelief.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. The words felt like they had been locked up inside me for so long, but now that they were out, there was no turning back. "I love you, Jungkook," I repeated, my eyes locked on his, the weight of the words heavy but so freeing at the same time.

For a moment, he just stared at me, and then, without warning, his face broke into a massive smile. It was like the sun breaking through clouds, and I couldn’t help but smile too, feeling warmth flood through me at the sight of him looking at me like that.

"Wow," he said, laughing in disbelief. "So all it took was me getting into an accident to hear you say that?" His grin widened, a playful spark in his eyes. "I'd do it all again if it’s that easy."

I gasped, instinctively hitting him on the arm, my face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and affection. "Don't you dare," I said, trying to sound stern, but I couldn’t hold back the smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth.

Jungkook only laughed harder, the sound so pure and carefree. "I won’t, baby," he promised, his tone softening as he pulled me back into his embrace. "I love you more, always have, always will."

I buried my face in his chest again, feeling the steady beat of his heart against mine, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. The world outside, the chaos, the pain—it didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was the two of us, here, together, and I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

"Wait... where’s Damian?" I asked, glancing around the room.

Jungkook paused for a moment, then sighed, a grin spreading across his face. "About that…" he started, clearly trying to hold back laughter. "He came out of the bathroom, and saw me sitting up, so I said ‘hey’ to him. And he literally fainted right then and there. So now, he’s being tended to by the hotel staff."

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. "Oh my god," I said, shaking my head, still chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

Then, the laughter stopped, and a serious thought crossed my mind. I looked back at him, my expression changing slightly. "But why the hell did you cover my mouth and grab me like that? I thought someone broke in and took you."

Jungkook winced and looked sheepish, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry, I thought it was Damian. I didn’t want him fainting again in front of me. I was just trying to prevent a scene."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, you thought covering my mouth would be the solution? You couldn’t have just... y’know, called out or something?"

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "It was either that, or letting him scream and run away like a chicken. I figured this was the safer bet."

I couldn’t help but smile at his ridiculousness, shaking my head as I crossed my arms. "You’re so lucky I love you, you know that?" I teased, still half in disbelief at his antics.

Jungkook’s grin softened, and he raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah, how about you show me just how much you do?" His voice dropped to a teasing, almost seductive tone, making my heart race.

I blushed immediately, my cheeks heating up as I stammered out, "W-What? I—"

Before I could finish my sentence, he pulled me in for a kiss. This one was different to any other that we shared, this was raw, filled with all the emotions we’d bottled up over the time we’d been apart. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me closer as his lips deepened the kiss. I was momentarily lost in it, but then a sharp pang of reality hit. I gently pushed against his chest, pulling back slightly. "Be careful, you’re still not healed yet," I said softly, concern flooding my voice.

Jungkook groaned playfully, clearly not ready to stop. "Great, so now I can’t even kiss my girl?" he complained, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

His words made me go even redder, as I stuttered out, "J-just wait until you’re healed," feeling my face flush even more at the way he called me his girl.

Jungkook smirked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, so you’re gonna reward me once I’m better, huh?"

Before I could process what he’d said, my eyes shifted to the door. "Look… there’s Damian," I said, pointing towards the entrance, where a still-shocked Damian stood frozen in place, staring at Jungkook in complete disbelief.

His face was a mix of confusion and awe as he tried to process the fact that Jungkook, who he thought was still unconscious, was awake and standing right in front of us. I couldn’t help but laugh again, my heart swelling with relief as the tension between us and all the chaos seemed to slowly unravel.

Damian blinked a few times, clearly struggling to catch up with the situation. "Wait… are you... are you really awake?" he asked, his voice still laced with disbelief.

Jungkook just smiled, taking a step forward. "Yeah, I’m awake."

Damian just stood there, speechless, trying to comprehend everything as I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

Damian’s disbelief shifted into an overwhelming surge of emotion, and before I could even register his next move, he quite literally launched himself at Jungkook, wrapping his arms around him in an unexpected embrace. "Don’t do that again, man!" Damian cried, his voice cracking as he pressed his face into Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook chuckled softly, his eyes glistening with both amusement and warmth as he gently patted Damian’s back. "You guys are literally the same," he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Aylah just did the same thing you did."

I crossed my arms, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the intensity of the moment. "Can you blame us?" I said, my voice a little shaky as I looked between the two of them. "We thought you were gone."

Damian’s body shook with quiet sobs, his words barely audible as he mumbled against Jungkook’s chest, "Exactly, man. I thought I lost you."

Jungkook’s face softened, his hand moving to rub Damian’s back in slow, comforting circles. "I’m not going anywhere," he promised, his voice low and steady. "I swear, I promise. I’m right here."

Damian, still holding on tight, slowly pulled back from Jungkook, wiping his eyes as he sniffled, looking at him with a mix of vulnerability and something else—relief. He pointed a shaky finger at Jungkook, his voice still slightly trembling but full of intensity. "You better not," he warned, his tone serious now, but there was a hint of the old Damian, the one who cared so fiercely. "Or I’ll find a way to bring you back to life and kill you myself." His words hung in the air, half serious, half playful, but there was no mistaking the raw emotion behind them.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in mock horror before he broke out into a small grin. "Damn, Damian," he laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender, clearly trying to lighten the mood. "I get it, man. I won’t go anywhere, I promise."

I stood there, quietly watching them both. Seeing the way Damian clung to Jungkook, hearing the heaviness in his voice, it made my heart ache. I had known how much they cared for each other, but to see it so plainly, so raw, was a reminder of everything we had been through—and everything we still had to face.

Jungkook met my gaze, his expression softening, and he gave me a nod as if to reassure me that everything was going to be okay. Damian, still processing everything, let out a shaky laugh, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m just glad you’re back," he said, his voice finally steadying.

As the moment of relief settled in, Jungkook’s expression suddenly hardened. His smile faded, and his eyes grew distant for a brief second before they locked onto mine, the weight of the unspoken question hanging in the air. He shifted slightly, as if gathering his thoughts before speaking, his voice steady but filled with a certain edge.

“Aylah,” he started, his tone serious, almost too serious for someone who had just been pulled from the edge of death. “Did you find out who caused the accident?”

My stomach tightened. This was the moment we had all been waiting for, the moment where everything we had been through, everything we had learned, would finally be laid bare. I exhaled slowly, trying to keep my voice calm as I replied.

"Yeah," I said, glancing at Damian before meeting Jungkook’s eyes again. "It was Adam and Jade. They were working together."

Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, his confusion evident. "Adam? As in your boss?" he asked, clearly trying to make sense of it.

I nodded, and before I could explain further, Damian spoke up, his voice steady but with a touch of disbelief. "Yeah, turns out they're siblings. Jade’s the one who put Adam up to giving Aylah the job at the cafe. She wanted to keep an eye on her, to make sure she didn't try run back to you."

Jungkook blinked, his jaw tightening as the realization sank in. He looked at Damian, then back at me. "How much did I miss?" he asked, his tone quiet, like he was piecing everything together in real time.

Damian sighed, his hand running through his hair as he began to explain. "A lot. Jade’s here right now in London, and well she’s trying to get to you.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened as Damian spoke, his expression a mixture of disbelief and anger. "Wait—me, what the fuck does she want with me?" he asked, his voice hoarse with the weight of the revelation.

Damian paused for a moment, letting the weight of the situation settle between us. He shifted, his arms folding across his chest as he replied, "Jade’s trying to take you back to Canada, Jungkook. She wants to keep everything under wraps to make sure the CEO doesn't find out what she's been doing with Adam." His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it, a sense of urgency that I could feel in my gut.

Jungkook blinked, his eyes narrowing as the realization hit. "Wait, what? She’s trying to take me back to Canada?" His voice was low, confused, as if he couldn’t make sense of it all. "How do you know this?"

Damian’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "Let’s just say I had to call on a certain shorty," he said, clearly pleased with himself.

Jungkook’s expression shifted, eyes widening slightly in recognition. "Wait... you contacted Jimin?" he asked, his tone catching as he pieced it all together.

"Yep," Damian said with a nod, clearly proud of the move. "He got all the dirt we need on Adam and Jade, and even managed to obtain a verbal confession from them. They literally admitted to everything so we can use it against them in court."

Jungkook’s face hardened as he processed the information. "Wow. Shit," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair, trying to grasp the magnitude of it all.

Damian gave a short nod. "Yeah, I know it’s a lot to take in. But for now, you should rest. We’ve got the upper hand now so we can deal with all of this tomorrow, when we’ve got a solid plan."

I opened my mouth to speak, the heavy weight of the moment almost suffocating me. "Actually, about that..." I trailed off, unsure how to continue. Damian turned to me, sensing my hesitation.

"What? What’s wrong?" he asked, his brows furrowing in concern.

I took a deep breath before continuing, my voice quiet but filled with the weight of my words. "On my way here, Adam was warning me that I was in danger. He told me to be careful, so my guess is Jade is close to finding out where we are."

Jungkook immediately looked up at me, his expression changing from confusion to alarm. "He warned you? Why the hell would he do that?" His voice was sharp, like he couldn’t make sense of it either.

I hesitated, feeling the words hang in the air for a moment before I finally said it. "Uh... he kinda has a... crush on me."

Jungkook stared at me in disbelief for a second, his brows furrowing deeper. "He what?"

Damian, sensing the tension rising, intervened quickly, his tone firm and focused. "That’s not what matters right now." He paused, letting his words sink in. "What matters is we need to get you out of here, Jungkook. We need to find somewhere safe, somewhere Jade or Adam don’t know about." His gaze shifted between the two of us, the urgency in his eyes clear. "Now come on, you two can talk later. We need to move."

Jungkook took a deep breath, his jaw setting with determination. "Alright," he said quietly. 

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of everything happening pressing down on us. It was clear we were on the verge of something bigger, and whatever was coming next, we needed to be ready.

The drive was long, but it was also a bit of a relief. We were out of the immediate danger zone, heading somewhere that felt like it could be safe for a while. Damian’s old house was tucked away on the outskirts of town, far enough to keep us out of reach from Jade and Adam. He’d called ahead to his cousin, who was looking after the place, to let him know we were on our way.

When we finally pulled up to the house, I couldn’t help but take in the sight of it. The house was massive, much bigger than I expected. It had a kind of charm to it, the kind of place that felt warm and inviting, with lots of space. The front yard was neatly kept, and the house itself radiated an undeniable feeling of love and joy, like it was filled with happy memories. Even though it wasn’t his parents’ house anymore, it still felt like home in a way. The whole place was in great shape, and it looked like his cousin had taken good care of it.

We walked up to the door, and Damian unlocked it, pushing it open and stepping inside. "Make yourself at home," he said, his voice light as he gestured around. "You can choose any room you want. Just make yourself comfortable."

Before I could even fully process everything around me, Damian rushed off to the bathroom. His footsteps faded as I looked around, soaking in the environment. It was quiet, peaceful, and I felt a sense of relief just standing there. But just as I was starting to settle in, I felt a sudden shift in the air. Before I could blink, Jungkook was right beside me, sweeping me up and over his shoulder with a suddenness that left me gasping.

"Jungkook!" I squirmed, half-laughing and half-protesting. "What are you doing? You’re still injured!"

He just chuckled softly, not seeming to mind his own discomfort as he carried me up the stairs with surprising ease, his voice light but reassuring. "I’m fine. Don’t worry about me."

I continued to squirm, my hands pressing against his back as he moved down the hall toward one of the rooms. As we reached the door, he dropped me gently onto the bed, his grip releasing me as he straightened up.

"Alright," he said, his voice now full of playful seriousness. "Explain. You said the bastard has a crush on you?"

I blinked, caught off guard by his sudden change in tone. His eyes were intense, waiting for me to answer, and I could feel my face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and nerves. I had no idea how to explain Adam’s odd behavior, and now, with Jungkook watching me so intently, I wasn’t sure how to handle this conversation.

"I… uh… well, Adam's been getting way too friendly with me lately, and he may have uh kissed me."

Jungkook's eyes lingered on me for a moment before he asked, "Do you like him?"

The question caught me off guard, but I immediately shut it down, my expression hardening. "No. I fucking hate him," I said firmly, my voice laced with bitterness. "Just look at what he did to you."

Jungkook studied my face, searching for any hesitation, but there was none. "So you don’t like him?" he asked again, his tone more serious this time.

"No. Never," I repeated without a second thought.

At that, Jungkook let out a quiet sigh of relief, running a hand through his hair. "Good," he muttered before scoffing slightly. "I still can’t believe that prick kissed my girl before I could."

His words sent a jolt through me, but I couldn’t help the small smile that formed on my lips. I reached out, taking his hands in mine, my fingers brushing over his knuckles. "His didn’t count," I reassured him softly.

Jungkook tilted his head, eyes darkening slightly as he leaned in closer, our faces now only inches apart. My breath hitched as the warmth of his presence surrounded me. I was sure he could hear the way my heart was hammering against my chest.

Then, instead of closing the gap between us, he leaned in further, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he whispered, "He may have kissed you… but he hasn’t gotten to know your body like I have."

My entire body ignited at his words, a deep warmth spreading through me as I pushed him back with both hands, my face burning. "S-Stop!" I stuttered, flustered beyond belief.

Jungkook only grinned, leaning back with that cocky smirk of his. "Sorry, princess. I forgot how nervous I make you."

I scoffed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing just how much he was affecting me. "I’m not nervous," I huffed, turning on my heel.

I made my way toward the bathroom, needing a moment to collect myself. As I reached the door, Jungkook called out behind me, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Uh-huh. Sure you’re not. I’ll be waiting."

I slammed the door shut behind me, exhaling deeply as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My face was flushed, my breathing uneven, and my entire body was still buzzing from his words. After washing my face and freshening up, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom, feeling much more composed. But the moment I entered the bedroom, my brows furrowed in confusion.

Jungkook was lying under the covers, sprawled out comfortably like he owned the place.

"Excuse me," I said, crossing my arms. "This is my room."

Jungkook simply smiled up at me, completely unfazed. "Wow, you're really gonna kick your boyfriend out?"

I froze. "B-Boyfriend?" I stammered, my face instantly heating up.

His smile only deepened as he propped himself up on one elbow. "Yeah. Am I not your boyfriend?"

I narrowed my eyes, trying to ignore the way my heart was practically leaping out of my chest. "You haven’t even asked me out properly," I muttered, crossing my arms tighter over my chest.

Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, sitting up slightly. "In my defense, I was going to ask you out on the day of the accident."

At the mention of that day, my expression faltered, the weight of everything that had happened sinking in again.

"It's fine," I murmured, glancing away.

But Jungkook reached out, his warm hand gently guiding me to sit on his lap. I let him pull me closer, my hands instinctively resting against his chest as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Let me get better," he said softly, his gaze locking onto mine. "Then I promise, I’ll ask you out in the way you deserve."

A small, sheepish smile formed on my lips, my heart swelling at his words. Jungkook leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring. 

“Plus I need to be in good shape if I want to fuck my girl properly.”

I let out a frustrated groan, my face burning as I smacked Jungkook’s chest lightly. "You always know how to make a pure moment dirty," I huffed, unable to meet his gaze.

Jungkook just laughed, his chest vibrating beneath my palm. "What? I’m just speaking the truth, I need to make you feel good to make up for the lost time," he teased, his hands settling on my waist.

"Shut up," I huffed, pushing against his chest, but he didn’t budge. Instead, his grip on my waist tightened slightly, keeping me in place. 

"Admit it," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "You like it when I tease you."

I let out a startled noise as he suddenly rolled us over, pinning me beneath him with ease.

“Jungkook—”

“Relax baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing my forehead before pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. “I just wanna hold you. That okay?”

My heart clenched at how sincere he sounded, my face growing hot all over again. “…Yeah,” I murmured.

I let out a small breath, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against mine. My heart was still racing from the way he had effortlessly flipped me beneath him, but now, with his arms securely wrapped around me, there was nothing teasing or mischievous about him—just warmth, comfort, and something deeper, something I wasn’t sure I was ready to name out loud yet.

Jungkook rested his chin on top of my head, his fingers idly tracing patterns on my lower back. “You’re really stuck with me now, you know,” he murmured. “Hope you’re ready for that.”

I smiled against his chest. “I think I can handle it.”

He hummed, clearly pleased with my answer. “Good. Because I plan on being all up in your space for the rest of your life.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “So clingy.”

Jungkook pulled back slightly, raising a brow. “You’re one to talk. You were literally sobbing in my arms an hour ago.”

My face burned. “Shut up.”

He grinned, obviously enjoying himself. “It’s okay, princess. I like it when you’re soft for me.”

I groaned, pushing against his chest. “I hate you.”

Jungkook let out a deep laugh, shaking his head. “No, you don’t.”

“Yeah, I do,” I grumbled, still squirming.

His grip tightened as he easily kept me in place. “Nope. You love me.”

I huffed, knowing I wasn’t winning this. “…Fine, maybe a little.”

Jungkook beamed. “A little?”

I smirked. “Yeah. A little.”

He tsked, shaking his head. “Guess I’ll just have to make you love me more, then.”

Before I could react, he ducked down and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my lips.

My breath hitched.

His eyes twinkled with mischief as he pulled back just enough to take in my dazed expression. “See? Already working.”

I smacked his chest, feeling my face heat up for the millionth time that night. “You’re insufferable.”

Jungkook just laughed, pulling me closer as he buried his face in my neck. “Yeah, but I’m your insufferable.”

I sighed, my lips curling despite myself. “Unfortunately.”

His chuckle vibrated against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “Keep pretending, baby. We both know you’re obsessed with me.”

I groaned. “Go to sleep, Jungkook.”

“Only if you stay here with me.”

I rolled my eyes, but my body betrayed me as I melted further into his embrace. “…Fine.”

He grinned against my skin. “Good girl.”

I smacked his chest again. “Go. To. Sleep.”

He only chuckled, tightening his arms around me. “Night princess.”

I let out a small sigh, closing my eyes as I whispered, “Night.”

[fightingthetides]

“I’m still learning a lot from Rav, and it is taking me time to truly understand. Hopefully you both can be patient with me, as I have very little experience.” Nunnally had more experience and knowledge than him, probably. He only knew what he did because Ravein had been teaching him. Just as how Roberto was teaching Ravein how to adjust to a regular civilian lifestyle, Ravein was teaching Roberto some tips and tricks to dealing with the underground folks.

He’d prefer that he wouldn’t have to use any of the knowledge he was taught, but if it was for the sake of Ravein’s safety, he’d do well to learn. Ravein was the only remaining legacy of his cousin who had passed way too early in life due to unfortunate circumstances.

“Thank you, Miss Nunnally, I’ll try not to intrude on you two too much.” Roberto chuckles. He didn’t have any children of his own, but somehow- he felt that accompanying them would feel like if he was a chaperone on a date for a young kid. Not that either of these two were kids… but it was just a vibe he got.

Roberto didn’t mind taking some time away from the café to accompany these two young adults on an outing together. One may say that he was overstaying his welcome as an older man, but there was a part of him that felt uneasy, and another part that understood that Ravein needed another emotional pole to cling onto if he ever got overwhelmed.

Ravein wasn’t sure how to proceed. He wanted things to be easier, but she was also telling him not to change on her account if it was what was comfortable for him. Still, Roberto made a good point, he had to make an effort if he truly wanted to acclimate to living a ‘normal life,’ one that he’s always wanted since he was young. He was making baby steps towards that effect, and he could stand to write a couple more words if it would help communication.

[Will try harder]

…

He flips another page over as if he thought of something as an afterthought.

[Communicating clearly]

It would take small steps, but he’ll get there, and they’ll slowly learn how to communicate and understand each other better. Roberto could feel relieved in the fact that Ravein was going to continue trying to improve so he can acclimate to living an average life, and that Nunnally was understanding and patient enough to allow Ravein to adjust at a comfortable pace.

He was happy to know that Ravein trusted the young woman, taking the chance to introduce him to her, so that he could see Ravein’s first friend since wanting to start a new life. He got lucky meeting Nunnally, he thought.

“Do you have any ideas on where you would like to go, Miss Nunnally?” Roberto asks her, thinking that she may be more knowledgeable of malls or shopping plazas that should work for keeping Ravein safe. Or perhaps it was just a place that she personally enjoyed shopping at.

Nunnally appreciated Roberto’s explanations, but she still felt, somewhat, lost. And that irritated her. Coming here with her background (and with her father being who he was), she should have better recognize the threats, and better understand the implications of places and behaviors. And it wasn’t even that she had not received some training in the past. As much as Nunnally’s relations with her father were complicated (and sometimes she was sure he cared little about her), he did train her to ensure her safety. And it was only her negligence that she didn’t learn as much as she should have. This knowledge would be so useful now!

But what was done, it was done, and Nunnally couldn’t simply come back and ask for additional guidance. That would have been too suspicious; and she knew it.

-- (( Though sometimes Nunnally wondered, if her little escapades were allowed, or truly if she was so good at sneaking out. That worried her a little, but after all Ravein was not on her father’s enemy list. Right? Right. )) --

Actually what Roberto was explaining to her was not that different from the little techniques (or tricks as Nunnally called them), she was using to “disappear”. Crowds were good, and especially if one was wearing the outfit that was rather plain and hence was not standing out, it was quite easy to blend with others. And loose whoever was following you. Again, not that she was sure that she was being followed at all.  

“I…I think I understand. Or perhaps rather get the general idea.” – it was probably too nuanced so that she could immediately comprehend everything but as long as she was listening to Ravein (and Roberto), and following their guidelines, it should be all right? Well, that was the least she could do.

Being comfortable among others…

Nunnally understood what Roberto meant, but then probably she wasn’t the best person to help him with that. She stopped being comfortable with others…long time ago. And when her thoughts just drifted into that directions, Nunnally remembered why she'd rather be alone. After that fateful day, when she had come so dangerously close to meet her end, she had feared that she might be a d a n g e r to those she cared about. Cutting bonds was the easiest solution and as inexperienced as she had been back there, she had done it with her father’s support (but as the time passed Nunnally had leant her father had no use for these kind of relations. Unlike she.).

Had she been a threat back then? Was she a threat now?

But instead sharing these disturbing thoughts with Ravein and Roberto (after all they probably knew enough about her), she opted for keeping the conversation relatively light (and not ruining the day). Yes, Nunnally would often think that speaking up her mind could ruin the day: --

“It will be nice to have you around Roberto. Rav and I need some time to learn how to communicate properly. But we’re getting better, isn’t it right Ravein?” – she looked at the younger man hoping he’d nod his head in agreement. After all, even if the progress was small, there was a progress!

And all right. They would shop for more. Maybe she could get something for Ravein? Nunnally would actually enjoy buying him something. Though maybe she didn’t know him well enough to know what he’d like (and wear)? But that was an opportunity to change it!

Roberto went away, and came back, and the three of them could finally enjoy their drinks. Though Nunnally was insecure in may areas of her life, she knew she was good at making tea and coffee. So, even if they were to dislike it (though Nunnally hoped they would actually like their drinks), she knew it would rather be the matter of what they were fond of than her skills.

But…they did like them!  

It made her feel warm and cozy. At least she could make something nice for them.

With the explanation that followed, Nunnally felt called for a response or at least for a comment. But truth to be told, she wasn’t sure what to say: --

“Well… Yes, sometimes I feel like…like…”

“Sometimes I don’t understand you well Ravein.” – she finally opted for a simple and not-overthought reply – “But I also think you should not change anything that makes you comfortable…for me. I am happy with how the things are.”

“Like we are still learning about each other and that’s just all right…?”

[parker-artio]

So I saw a post about how Dick was probably still loosing his teeth when he started as Robin, but it made me think… So he just radiates the vibes that he needed braces growing up, so, obviously I feel like he needed an expander, or even still has lingual braces (since those are usually a long time thing). Which humored me for a bit, but then I started to think: Imagine one of his younger siblings need braces too, and he just FUCKS with them. Makes them think they’re about to die.

So please enjoy…

“So you will need braces…”

Damian thought his ears were playing tricks on him, this man who made barely enough money to support his family by working in a place where he poked and prodded in people’s mouths just told the demon head heir- the son of Batman that he needed braces??

Impossible. His teeth were perfect. His parents teeth were both perfect. How would his be imperfect?

As he handed his father the paper that said he would need braces he laughed a bit and ruffled Damian’s already messy hair, “You should go ask Dick about his experience with braces. He had… a time with them.”

Damian squinted. Richard had braces?

When Dick came home from the store and found a small Robin perched on the back of his couch, he didn’t even flinch. Honestly if he did flinch at this point everyone should be more worried.

“Damian, how may I help you today? Is it on helping people from breaking in? Or on how to wait till someone’s home to enter their place?” He asked placing the bags down. Damian didn’t find humor in his words as he got up from the couch and sat down at one of his kitchen tables.

“Richard, what was it like having braces?”

Dick feels a smile grow on his face. Not one of happiness. No. One of excitement. One that reminded him, this kid was (insert age from 11 to 14 here) and only started to learn about simple domestic life from a first person view (insert 1 to 4 years here) ago. But braces?? Oh. He had no fucking idea.

Jason didn’t need them. Tim didn’t need them. Cass was never considered. Duke- well he actually had no idea.

But Dick, did. Everyone knew that. There was a picture of him boldly and proudly smiling with them at 16. (Probably the biggest smile he ever made in his teenage years.)

“It was terrible!” Dick gasped dramatically, draping himself over the edge of his table. Who said Jason was the only theater kid in the family? “I thought I was going to die every day! I had to give up my favorite foods! I- *SNIFF* I had to give up vegetables!”

Damian blinks. What the hell?

[hoonieyun]

love hangover ༄.°

pairing: park jongseong x reader genre: romance & angst warnings: profanity, kissing, death?? lmao, portrayal of toxic relationships, 18+ not proofread inspired by "love hangover" by jennie

wc: 1070

Fight me Fight me Fight me You made me so unlike me

you knew it wasn’t a good idea, constantly meeting up with the boy that made you question everything. altering your mindset to assimilate to the reality that he’s created for you because there wasn’t anything you wanted more than to be with him, at least that’s what he’s made you think. 

you knew it wasn’t a good idea, looking at yourself in the mirror as you got ready to go on yet another date with jay, observing your features, blinking at yourself and narrowing your eyes at the girl in front of you. unsure who that girl was and how different you’ve become since you started seeing him. like you wanted to fight back and show him the type of girl you really were but jay was just too good. 

too good at making you feel like the girl he wanted you to be, in turn you’d start to believe that girl was really who you were. 

so unlike yourself, the longer you try to fight off becoming that girl, the more you realize you’ve become unsure of who you were in the first place. 

fighting it off was starting to get tiring and at some point you knew that the inevitable would arrive where you’d find yourself giving in time and time again. 

I don’t really mind when you play me… 

is this what falling in love is like? having to constantly feel like i’m on the verge of death or like i’m dying? if that’s what love is like then i’d rather live and be unloved. you thought to yourself but you knew that you’d rather be in love, or what you thought was love, and feel like you’re about to take your last breath. 

that’s what it felt like when you were with jay. like the wind has been taken out of your lungs as your breath gets stuck in your throat. the adrenaline of being with jay and how you knew it would end the same way every time, drunk on his love and hungover in the morning; regretting the decisions you’ve made even though you know you’d end up in the same place again the next day and the day after that. 

falling for his antics over and over again, knowing that he knows you the best and knows how to get you to melt into him like the way the ice melts into the empty glass of alcohol that sat in front of the two of you. 

“what’s on that brain of yours prety girl?” he asks, swirling the melting ice in his glass, avoiding eye contact with you. “nothing.. just– happy to be here with you.” you murmur, poking at the food on your plate, seemingly uninterested in this conversation and lying through your teeth to tell jay what he wants to here the same way he does with you. 

“i’m glad to hear that, i wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.” he responds, waving down the waiter to grab another glass of alcohol. you and jay were really good at lying to one another, fighting fire with fire as the two of you tell lie after lie. 

you didn’t mind that jay lied to you, only because you lied to him too– but it was the fact that his dishonesty provided some sort of comfort. the way that he could whisper the most untrue thing into your ears, sweetly and sickly false, but the way it left tingles down your spine was too good to not want to feel it again. 

to not want to hear it again. 

so you stayed, letting him fill your mind with corrupt and deceitfult thoughts so that he can have you in his arms at the end of every night and the start of every morning. 

We say it’s over, but I keep fucking with you And every time I do, I wake up with this  Love Hangover 

waking up in his bad, jay’s strong arms wrapped around your waist every morning was something you loved. the feeling of a love hangover seeping into your head as you sit up, like it was the sense of reality hitting you after the delusions and fairytale reality you were drowning in the night before. 

you knew that this wasn’t a good idea, finding yourself in jay’s bed constantly when you knew that it feels like you were flying too close to the sun. the sun being jay. 

you loved the feeling of being close to jay, the heat that emitted off of him, the warmth that coated your skin, and the burning sensation that was left inside of your chest whenever you’d walk away from him. 

“leaving already?” jay says, groaning with his eyes half open as he sits up from his bed; watching you put your clothes back on. “we can’t keep doing this, jay..” those dreaded words leaving your lips has jay jumping out from his bed and wrapping his arms around you to prevent you from leaving. 

“come on, you know how much i love you..” jay pleads, dropping the L word even if he didn’t mean it because he knew it’d make you stay. 

and he was right. 

hearing him plead and beg to make you stay did something to your brain. not your heart. like hearing him ramble on about how he wanted you to stay was connecting the wires in your brain, trying your best to not smile because your tactic of keeping jay around was working. 

jay thought that he was playing you by telling you what you wanted to hear, smiling into your skin as you tell him you’ll stay, unaware of the smile on your lips because he played right into your hands. 

who cares if this cycle that you two were in was burning the two of you alive? 

what mattered most was that you two had each other even if it was through lies and deceit, overdosing on each other’s love, fighting off the truth from obscuring the fake reality the two of you have created for one another, and waking up with a love hangover that could never compare to the amount of pain that you two have put each other through. 

if love felt like you were going to die at any moment, then why do you love the feeling so much? 

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[k-s-morgan]

Hi Katrin,

How are you feeling? I miss your posts every day!

I have a purely theoretical question about ATLWETD. I just can't help imagining stuff - the crazy relationship dynamic between Tom and Harry in your fic just makes my imagination run wild.

In the latest chapters we can see Tom actively probing Harry's boundaries encroaching on his personal space, eating his food, touching his stuff, touching HARRY. It appears Tom is acting possessive on one side, while on the other side he's trying to learn new ways to manipulate Harry, to entice new reactions and to deepen their bond (please correct me if I'm wrong).

Do you think it's possible for Harry to try doing the same ar this stage? Like, he already (unknowingly) had done this, by hugging Tom to distract him - and it actually worked. Harry already knows Tom is a sucker for attention and control. Can Harry hug Tom again to derail him before the later starts feeling murderous towards, let's say, Alphard, after Harry got hurt during the duel because of him? I imagine Harry hugging Tom and quietly (wild dying from embarrassment on the inside) thanking Tom for helping him there - would that actually work??

Asking purely out of interest - it's not like I want Harry to start hugging Tom or reciprocating Tom's games at emotional manipulation, right? RIGHT!?

I know I would learn the answer in the following chapters, but I'm so impatient lately haha I'm simply dying. But, of course, you don't have to answer my question if it contains spoilers or you simply don't feel like responding.

Sending you lots of love and support, I'm looking forward to the new posts just about anything - your metas, thoughts, snippets, life updates. Your fans are always here, waiting for you! 🙏🏽

Hello! Thank you so much for your lovely words, you made me so happy <3 And thanks for such a great question!

You are absolutely right about Tom's motivation. On the one hand, his possessiveness is growing daily: he considers Harry his, and he's determined to integrate himself into every little part of him. On the other hand, this is a whole new tool of manipulation, so Tom is eager to try it out and see where it can lead him.

Tom being murderous toward Alphard will be such a big thing :D Just in general, not just related to that duel. Oh, I really can't wait to get to it. Some of the tags actually apply to this part of the plot.

Now, as for Harry - yes, I think it would be very possible for him to engage in the same emotional manipulation. He usually never knows how he's going to respond to Tom until he's doing it, following raw intuition more than logic, so he could just step closer and touch his hand, or hug him, or smile and say something atypically sweet.

The way it would affect Tom… I think he would be taken aback for sure. At first, he'd be wary, confused, and a little uncomfortable because like you said, he thrives on control. Initiating something is fine with him, but getting Harry to be all physically affectionate back? That would push him out of the familiar zone right away.

Soon enough, I think his confusion would turn into acceptance and then a desire to be the recipient of Harry's tactility. Particularly as Harry wouldn't be doing it constantly - it would happen on occasion only, and Tom would come to anticipate and crave it. His physical attraction to Harry would also likely grow by a lot at this point, so they'd both find themselves entering a new kind of relationship they aren't fully ready for.

How it will actually go in the story - you know, I have no idea! Maybe Harry will be doing this emotional-physical manipulation trick, maybe not - I'll have to see what he says later on :D