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tlouadditc · 10 months

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roommate!ellie x f!reader [cont.]

WARNINGS: smut, 18+ ONLY, switch!reader, switch!ellie, reader is an anxious and shy ass bitch, strap on usage, ellie has a potty mouth [LMAOOO], degradation, praise, pet names [mostly baby and princess again], oral [e receiving], fingering [e receiving], a bit of dumbification and dacryphilia if u squint

word count: 1.7k, rating: MATURE

a/n: thanks for 300+ likes on the 1st part!! i hope u guys enjoy, im working on my writing so pls lmk if anything is confusing/weird, lmk 😭 enjoy! + this is not proofread sorry

she flashed a small smile before saying, "i'm okay, baby. get some rest." before you could protest, she got up and planted a kiss on your forehead. "let's get you to bed, princess."

the next day was awkward as hell. you don't know why, but you felt like you shouldn't talk to ellie at all that next day. maybe it was your fear of her getting randomly disgusted. maybe scared she'll bring it up and use it against you. she wasn't like that.. but your fear still made you ignore any unnecessary contact.

halfway through the day, your phone buzzes in your pocket. you check, and you see it's ellie. you nervously open it;

ellie: u okay? why rnt u talking to me?

you sigh, not wanting to scare her away. you quickly type:

you: im sorry, busy day :((

ellie: busy? maybe i can help you again, princess

that name again. maybe she still wanted this, you think. you exhale deeply before texting back:

you: movie night tonite?? ill be home by 6 :o

ellie: those lil emojis r too cute.. also hell yea!

you smile before hearting the message and putting your phone away. you're just overthinking again. everything is good.

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you finally finish your last class of the day, quickly packing your stuff and prepare to walk to your dorm. suddenly, your phone buzzes. it's ellie again.

ellie: outside! :))

confused, you walked outside to see ellie in her car, waiting for you. you happily walked [practically ran] to the passenger side.

"els!" you say, putting your bags down while looking at her with a big smile on your face. "you didn't have to."

"i wanted to." she said, just as happy as you. "don't want my princess walking home when i can pick you up."

she chuckles when she sees your face heat up, starting to pull off. "so," she begins, "what movie you wanna watch tonight?"

you think, long and hard, before answering, "a horror movie!"

she nods in approval before asking, "any movie in particular?" you shake your head and she says, "good, because i have a movie already; hereditary."

you slightly cringe. "sounds scary." no response from her, just a smirk. you take this as a moment to study her look her hair is down, meeting her shoulders, her lips slightly chapped, but still looking as soft as a pillow, her eyes attentive on the road ahead of her, her arms slightly muscular and defined in the sunset. as you take in all of her features, she glances over and smugly mutters, "like what you see?"

you snap yourself out of your trance, sitting up in your seat. "sorry," you mumble, making her laugh again. "don't be sorry," she replies, "when you're in those cute little skirts, i do the same."

your face flushes again, but before you could answer, you realize you're at the dorms and ellie's shutting the drivers door. jumping out the car and walking up to ellie, you utter, "thank you, els," and begin walking with her.

getting into the dorm, you quickly walk to your room. "ill order pizza," ellie yells, "be ready in an hour!" you were gonna yell out, "for what?", until you remember your movie night. "okay!" you yell, gathering clothes to freshen up.

in the shower, all you can think about is how tonight could play out. could you just watch the movie and never talk about what happened last night? would it happen again? would she completely reject you? it was too much to think about, too much to worry about. you wore your usual lounge outfit- shorts and an oversized shirt- and let your hair airdry.

walking out of the bathroom, you see the living room set up for your movie night [or date at this point]. "fancy set up," you utter, coming around to sit by ellie. "well, i wanted to make tonight special." for what? you want to ask, but you ultimately decide to not question it.

the movie starts, you're both eating pizza and actually paying attention. you can swear you feel ellie's eyes falling onto your bare thighs, but you ignore it. let her make a move, you tell yourself. don't wanna embarrass yourself.

as the movie goes on, you slowly lay onto her and get closer, feeling her wrap her arms around your waist. if you're honest, you can't even pay attention to the movie anymore; your body craves more of her touch, just how she did it last night. you whimper, getting flashbacks of her fingering you into oblivion.

"you alright, princess?" ellie asks, concerned tone, "movie's too scary?" you gulp, glancing up at her before shaking your head slightly and laying back down on her shoulder.

everything's becoming overstimulating; the rhythm of her breathing, the warmth of her fingertips under your shirt and on your waist, rubbing up and down- you need something. crossing your legs and rubbing them together, you create friction to stop the throbbing in your core. you can feel ellie move her hand from your waist onto your thigh, making your breath hitch. you let out a quiet mewl as she moves her hand to your inner thigh, spreading your legs. she slowly moves her hand closer and closer to your cunt. "ellie," you silently whimper, breathing heavily under her touch. you hear her groan and whisper, "fuck this movie."

you turn your head to face her. she crashes her lips onto yours, passionately kissing you while cupping your core with her hand. your hips buck up, attempting to get any sort of pleasure. she smirks in the kiss, pulling back to say, "be patient, baby, i promise i'll make you feel good." you slowly move your hand over her crotch, palming at her soaked heat. "m'not letting you neglect yourself again," you say, locking eyes with her. "let me help you."

you kneel in front of her, small smile on your face. she hesitates before sitting back and helping you remove her shorts. the way you gaze at the glistening wet spot on her boxers makes her look away in shame. "it's okay," you reassure, making her bright red face look back at you as you slowly peel them off her body. her pussy is glistening with slick, puffy red lips hiding her swollen clit. you only do one touch and she's slightly squirming, gripping onto the couch for support. light touches on her dripping slit turn into your pointer finger stimulating her bud as you tease another into her sopping wet hole. she throws an arm across her face, attempting to muffle her whines. "am i doing good?" you ask, looking up with doe eyes. all she can do is nod before you fully extend your finger in her cunt. "god- so good, b-baby," she breathes, trying to keep her composure. without warning, you pump the finger in and out, filling the room with obscene sounds. kitten licks are applied to her swollen bud, making her moan your name with her head tilted back.

"m'gonna- fuck- cum all over your face, p-princess," she practically sobs, bringing a hand down to push you further into her pussy. you speed up, letting her take control of your head, as her heat squeezes around your finger and soaks the bottom half of your face.

both of you are catching your breath, completely fucked out. removing your finger, you pop it into your mouth, watching ellie's eyes lock onto your mouth. "you... you dirty slut," she mutters, getting up from the couch. you worriedly watch as she walks to her room, rummaging in a drawer. you start to freak out, thinking you did something wrong. you hear something.. buckling. you think she's leaving until she walks out something on:

a strap.

"get on the sofa," she demands, looking down at you with hungry eyes. you get up, and sit on the sofa, waiting for the next command. "so obedient for some cock, huh?" she teases, leaning down and slightly pulling at your waistband, signaling for you to take them off. you comply and she pulls your legs up, making you lay on your back with your legs thrown over her shoulders. she runs her hand over your heat, collecting slick and applies it to the strap. "you ready?" she asks, genuinely this time. you slightly nod, nervous about how she's gonna fuck you with this thing.

"such a pretty little cunt," she coos, slowly inserting the entire strap into you. the painful sensation causes you to let out a loud sob, making her shush you lightly and whisper, "i know, i got you, angel." once you adjust and she wipes your tears, she moves out slowly. "you okay?" she asks, keeping her eyes on your face as she moves. you nod, whimpering when the tip hits your cervix slightly. "i'm gonna go a little faster, okay?" she speeds up, just enough to make your mind go blank as you keep your eyes on her.

her calloused hands hold onto your hips, keeping you in place. she can feel herself getting wetter by the second just from seeing how fucked out you look, eyes rolling into the back of your head. "mm, going dumb on me, slut?" she utters, a stupid smirk on her face. you're unable to make sentences as you moan her name. all you can do is whimper and babble about how good it feels. "so pathetic," she'd breathe, "can't even speak properly from my cock." she speeds up, adding a thumb on your clit, making you go crazy. "m' so close," you cry out, eyes tearing up from how good it feels. she looks down, breathing heavy, before she says:

"go ahead, princess, cum on my cock like the slut you are."

your walls convulse around the strap, legs shaking while ellie continues to pump into you and talk you through your orgasm.

"go ahead, baby, just like that." she caresses your face and plants small, soft kisses as you come down from your high. "i got you."

after you completely recover from your orgasm, she slowly removes her cock from your cunt and goes to get things to clean you up. when she comes back, the strap is off and she has towels and some water. "you okay, angel? did i go too hard?" you shake your head and utter, "no, no, it- you were perfect." her face flushes as she helps you clean up.

as you guys cuddle, you have the urge to ask her the daunting question; what are we? you guys just started this, but you don't wanna just be a fuckbuddy.. but is now the time to ask?

[to be continued >:^) hope u guys enjoyed this long ass smut JESUS!]

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gracev0609 · 2 months

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Young in the Night

Josh Kiszka X Reader

Journey back in time to 1982, to an Alternate Universe where Josh is at the epicenter of debauchery and excess. Josh is an entertainer at the hottest new thing on the block, Chippendales, the place for women to drool and ogle.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Adult Themes, Drug Use (cocaine), Explicit Sex.

Tugging your cropped leather jacket closer to your torso as you wait in line, your skimpy outfit is not doing much to block the chill from the cool evening air. You gazed up at the neon sign through your teased bangs. The summer of 1982 was coming to an end and you were standing in line with your best friend Marie at the hottest thing in the city of Los Angeles for women, Chippendales.

“Do you think the dancers actually kiss the girls?,” Marie asked leaning in.

“That's what I've heard!,” you giggled, silently hoping to receive a kiss yourself.

The line moved up until you were in front of the doorman. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you stand in front of the door, uncertain in what lies ahead.

“Alright, you're next! Have a good time ladies!”

The heavy door opened and you were met with colorful lights and the hottest music playing, hundreds of seats sitting around a lit stage. Over on one side was a bar, the first sight you were set on. Grabbing Marie's hand you drug her with, eager to get a tequila sunrise on your hands.

You exchanged cash for your cocktails and went to find a seat, surprisingly you found two in the front row, being the second group to be let inside. The seating was filling up fast, from front seats to back.

The club started to fill and the lights got low, Marie gripped onto your forearm,” Oh I think it's starting!”

A man came out onto the stage, black dress pants, suspenders and no shirt,” Good evening ladies! My name is Mark, and I'll be your host tonight! Welcome to Chippendales, you're in for a night of hunky splendor!”

A tall tan man with blonde hair graced the stage, he was dancing around in the smallest shorts you had ever seen, a collared bowtie around his neck, and little cufflinks around his wrists like wrist bands. It was a play on the playboy bunny, but it worked. He shimmied and shaked working the crowd. You laughed as Marie reached out for him, waving a dollar bill around like a flag,” He's so cute!”

You thought he was an attractive man undoubtedly, but he didn't really do it for you.

He wiggled his way over to where the two of you sat, his hips gyrating in Marie's face.

“Hi sweetheart, do you wanna kiss?” He leaned over Marie as she nodded her head and you watched in awe as they locked lips like passionate lovers.

He pulled away and strutted around the stage, Marie looked at you with red rosy cheeks,” Oh my god!”

The crowd was roaring and your ears were practically ringing, the host speaks into the microphone again,” That was the Perfect Man ladies! Let's give him a huge thank you!”

The women around you went wild as you clapped, not quite understanding what they all saw in him. He was just a man, cute, but just a man. You could admit that the energy in the room was electric and you couldn't help but get swept up in the fun of it all. Mostly naked men parading around showing off their bodies and family jewels, it was drool worthy.

You watched a few more of the acts, some of the men had themes and costumes, some of them came out in pants and stripped down to speedos or g strings.

The host grabbed the mic once again,” Alright sweethearts, I present to you, our next act, an angel in disguise, Joshua!”

Out he came strutting the stage like he owned it, he was clad in the tiniest g string he could get away with, the infamous collared bow tie, and a pair of devil horns nestled into his funky curly mullet. You were instantly captivated by the interesting man. You studied his build, he was small, but toned. He looked strong, though not as strong as others you've seen tonight. Most of his skin was on display, the gleam of the stage lights made his oiled skin shine. The more he danced around to the music the more you became enamored with him. The jiggle of his butt as he strutted up to the audience on the other side of the stage forced you to ogle him.

Reaching into your clutch grabbing your dollar bills you leaned into Marie,” I don't know if I've ever seen a man have more ass!”

He swayed his hips, moving to the side of the stage you were at. When he stopped directly in front of you, his barely clothed package inches away from your face, a deep blush rose on your cheeks.

He squatted down so you were face to face, plucking the dollar from your fingers. Your breath caught in your throat as you really saw his face, he had the biggest softest brown eyes, a perfect white smile, and rosy red cheeks. He was slightly sweaty from gyrating around on stage, but that just added to his sex appeal.

Josh bit his lip before releasing it, his bottom lip plump and slick. Purring he crooned,” Hi Angel. D’ya want a kiss?”

You've never wanted a kiss from a man in devil horns more, nodding your head you leaned in and slipped your hands into his curls at the nape of his neck. When his soft pink lips met yours you almost swore you felt a spark of electricity, but that could be the tequila sunrise talking. You felt his tongue lick across your bottom lip, and tingles shot to your core. Easily you opened up for the performer, moaning lightly when his tongue danced with yours.

The kiss kept going on and on. The music kept playing, the girls kept screaming , and Josh kept kissing you. He had your jaw gripped in his hand, and yours traveled down the length of his torso, squeezing his pecs before landing on his hips. The elastic of his g string resting at your fingertips. You kept thinking that now was when he was going to disconnect from you, but if anything he leaned into you more. The kissing went on for so long that Mark the host came back on over the speakers,” Okay Joshua, angel in disguise, your time has ended! Wrap up your act!”

Josh finally ended the kiss,” If ya wanna go home with me, wait for me after the show.”

🎀🎀🎀

The club lights came up and the women started emptying out, the show was over but the bar was still active. You turned to Marie,” I'm gonna go home with him! I'll call you when I get home okay!”

“Okay babe! I'll leave the phone cord plugged in tonight so I hear the call!”

You hugged her goodbye and sat back down in your seat, sipping on a fresh tequila sunrise. It took you a second to recognize the man who had now come to stand in front of you, it was Joshua, but he was wearing clothes now. He had on white sneakers, light wash blue jeans, and a blue short sleeve button up, unbuttoned of course. “Hi Angel. I see you've made up your mind.”

“Hi Joshua. I did make up my mind.”

He grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet,”Please call me Josh.”

He laces your fingers together and leads you out the front door of the club.

“I don't live far!” He squeezed your hand in his as you walked shoulder to shoulder on the LA sidewalk.

“I really enjoyed the show Josh! Your act especially,” You beamed,” It was my first time at Chippendales!”

He smiles down at you, this time you notice a slight gap between his front teeth,” I'm so glad Angel.”

“My name is Y/N, just so you know.”

One side of his smile quirks up,” Y/N…. I think I prefer Angel for tonight.”

You blushed feeling butterflies in your stomach.

Soon you arrived at his front door, you stood behind him as he fished the keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.

Feeling your eyes widen in surprise, he must be making a lot of money from the club. His home had beautiful new modern furniture. He led you to his couch before pulling you into his lap. Your skirt rode up your hips and you straddled his thighs, your lips connecting again. Josh wasted no time running his hands up and down your body, his light touches making your nipples harden under your shirt.

Your hands wander his soft torso once against, and he leans in and kisses up your neck nibbling at your ear.

“Want some blow?” Josh cooes breathlessly.

Nerves bubble in your stomach, you've done it before, at a club with Marie.

“Just a bump.”

“Mmhmm.”

Josh lightly nips at the skin of your neck before lifting your shirt off your body, your bare breasts bouncing in his face.

“Heavenly” he breathes, placing your nipple in his hot waiting mouth. Back arching into his touch you moan his name. You grind your hips down into his hard on, making him moan out too.

Panting he disconnected from your chest and leans down, his hand placed on your back supporting your weight as he bends.

He retries a glass tray, blade and a baggie of white powder.

You wiggle your hips in his lap as he prepares your indulgence.

“God I'm so hard. Have you ever had sex on this? It's incredible.”

“I haven't, I've only taken it in the club.”

You hear the metal blade scraping on glass,” Are you sure you just want a bump? You can have more if you want more.”

You turn in his grasp to look at the tray, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit.

“I’ll do a line with you.” You whisper rocking your hips into him.

Josh kisses your cheek before separating the substance into two lines. He picks up the tray, placing it in your hands to hold as he gets the straw. Holding it to his face he leans down and inhales. Lifting his head his eyes flutter closed as his nose scrunches. After a few seconds he opens them, handing you the straw and taking the glass tray so you can partake. Leaning down you mirror his actions, also scrunching your nose at the uncomfortable feeling.

He places the paraphernalia back on the coffee table in front of him, and grabs your hips pulling them down onto his aching cock. Losing your patience you climb off of him and discard the rest of your clothing.

“Eager are we baby?” Josh chuckles following suit and removing his jeans and underwear. Feeling the effects of the blow your jaw drops at the sight of his cock. It's pretty. He's thick and pulsing, the head flushed a deep red. Your slick threatening to drip down your thigh, you place yourself back into his lap. His cock slips in between your wet folds as you grind his head against your clit.

Throwing his head back he moans,” God your pussy's just drenching me.”

After a few more minutes of grinding he's begging you to let him in. You grab him hot in your hand and line him up with your entrance.

‘Go slow Angel, stretch that tight cunt for me.”

The feeling of him in you was indescribable, euphoria tingling within your body. He felt so good. After a few minutes of bouncing he lifted you off of him.

“Wanna switch, put your ass up for me.”

You did as you were told, leaning your forearms down onto his green couch. He shuddered when he ran the tip of his cock through your slick again. You were so turned on you weren't sure if you had ever been so wet, it was all over your thighs.

Softly he nudges his way back in you, his sensitive head nestled against your g spot. His hips drive forward and you yelp at the sensation. Everything is so intense and pleasurable, you weren't sure if you'd ever had sex this good before. With his rhythmic push and pull of his cock against your special spot you felt that familiar feeling bubbling up in your stomach.A man had never made you cum before, especially not with just his cock.

“Josh, I'm getting close. I'm - I'm gonna cum.”

“Cum for me Y/N. Fuck, do I wanna feel it.”

You were in disbelief at how alive this sinful specimen of a man could make you feel.

Your high came crashing down on you as you clenched and fluttered around his cock. You gushed and gushed as he abused your insides.

You could hear grunts of praise as he fucked you through it,” Angel. I'm gonna cum. Are you on the pill baby?”

“Uhhuh!”

“Can I cum inside love?”

“Please Josh, ruin me!”

He gripped your hips even tighter, pounding into your tight heat. You felt him get even harder, swelling inside of you before spurting his warm cum painting your insides.

“Fuck! Fuck I'm still cumming,” he gasps out.

You could feel him throbbing and twitching pumping out small dribbles of cum as his orgasm dwindled.

Once he catches his breath he pulls out gently. You stay still propped up on your arms and knees .

“Just sit down love, we already ruined the upholstery.”

You chuckled, settling back down on the cushions, you laid your head on Josh's shoulder as you came down from all of your highs.

Josh pulls you into his body, eager for some skin to skin contact, “Oh to be young in the night, huh?”

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jjksblackgf · 2 years

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wild thoughts | jjk (m)

❃ Festivaled Away: Daredevil Week hosted by @bangtanbathhouse ⤞ Ticket: Thrill Seeking ⤞ Main Event: Adventurous Rendezvous ⤞ Games: exhibitionism, creampie

official playlist because i got way too invested in this

pairing — jungkook x fem!reader summary — "when I'm with you all I get is wild thoughts" genre — smut, pwp, fluff-ish rate — nsfw, 18+ word count — 1.7k warnings — exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dirty talking, light degradation, light choking, creampie.

You stood with your back glued to the front door of the house, quietly listening to the sound of the tree branches nearby. The gust of wind brought chills down your spine as midnight approached, and brought with it a cold summer breeze. Your street was poorly lit at this hour, none of the businesses close by were open. But you trusted Jungkook. He would be here soon.

Jungkook’s text was unusually vague and distant, spiking worry and confusion. Stay outside your door in 10 minutes was all he said. You weren’t a stranger to late night texts with him, as his job keeps him busy till late hours of the night. But today it was different. Neither a good night text, nor a warning that he’s about to use his key to your house. Strange.

But you didn’t have time to question it any further, as you heard the familiar roar of his motorcycle making a turn on your street. You immediately studied his posture and noticed his stress. You walked to meet him, already planning which question to ask, but as soon as he took off his helmet you knew what this was about. His sheepish smile told everything you needed to know.

“Wanna ride?” he asked.

He just wanted to release some steam. Working in the food industry was no joke, and he’d often just drive around Seoul with no destination in mind. This caught you by surprise as he usually goes alone. But for whatever reason, today would be different.

“Hand me my helmet,” you answered.

The bike moved smoothly through the empty streets. The breeze was flowing freely, especially through the skirt of your summer dress, making it cling to your body in places while exposing your legs a little. Your bare arms found a way underneath his riding jacket, and you warmed up while holding onto his torso. Jungkook drove through empty streets, but you mostly kept your eyes closed, basking in the safety of his arms.

Every so often, when taking a turn, Jungkook's abs would tense up as he balanced the bike, and you could feel his defined muscles under your palms. You couldn’t help but very slowly adjust your hands in an attempt to caress his muscles through his tight shirt. Your imagination let loose as you imagined his shirtless body. The muscle definition of his arms and torso, his exposed tattoos. The softness of his skin as they were felt by your lips.

With shallow breaths and a pounding heart, your imagination created images no brain could ever erase. Dream Jungkook, shirtless, weaponized his bad boy image. Under the hot summer sun, he’d work on his bike, and the intensity left his torso glistening with sweat. He’d furrowed his eyebrows and bite his lip in concentration. His biceps would tense as he swiped a cloth back and forth on the leather seat. After a good day's work, he’d stand tall and use both hands to push his hair back. His shorts barely concealed the definition of his thighs.

Jungkook suddenly stopped his bike, and you were forced to say goodbye to your dream just before it got interesting. He’d parked in a park you didn’t recognize, at least not at night. There was no one there, and the only sounds you could hear were coming from the small living creatures. But if you paid attention, you could see the nightlife still roaring a few meters ahead of you.

He took off his helmet, and you sighed before taking yours too. “Are you okay?” he asked, helping you get out of your seat. “You’re sighing a lot tonight.”

“I am?”

“Yes…” he answered, a confused yet worried look on his face. “Every couple of minutes or so. What’s going on?” he pressed, holding your hands on both of his.

“Everything is fine, I feel fine…” you said, “Is that why you stopped?”

“Yeah, I figured you wanted to talk to me or something,”

“I’m fine, I promise,” you assured him with a smile, before pulling him into a hug, “I missed you today, though,”

“Oh, is that why you were reaching for my nipples?” he asked, trying to hold back his laughter.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned, moving back a step to look at him.

“You were feeling me up the whole trip,” he teased “Man, I need you on that backseat more often. The confidence boost is-”

“I was NOT feeling you up!” you interrupted him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you finished, crossing your arms and pouting. You didn’t want to look at him, or maybe you didn’t want him to know that your cheeks were burning. Either way, you faced the other way as his laugh filled the air.

“Is my baby feeling shy?” he snickered, hugging you tight from behind.

“Whatever,” you mumbled.

“Do you want me to feel you up, too? I’m good with my hands…” he offered, but the teasing tone never left his voice. You shrugged as an answer, and he snickered again.

The teasing suddenly stopped when you felt his nose travel from your shoulders to your ear. He kissed your neck with passion until he felt your shoulders relax.

“I thought you said you were good with your hands…” you tried to tease back, but your voice cracked in weird syllables, his tempting lips were working on you.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he whispered in your ear, setting your spine on fire. You moaned involuntarily, and that was the end of it.

He spun you around so you could face him, and his lips met yours fiercely. He couldn’t decide what to do with his hands, moving from your hips, to your neck and back. But his lips were still glued to yours. He guided you to the closest tree he could find and pressed your back against it. His lips found your neck again, and you sighed with pleasure.

“You love it when I feel you up, don’t you?” he asked, his voice lower, thick with desire.

“Yes,” you whispered softly. In a moment of impulse, you guided his hands so they could rest on your breasts. He squeezed them gently, and you bit your lower lip to suppress a moan. His hands would not stay in place. They quickly traveled to your ass cheeks. Another squeeze, but this time you couldn’t hold in your moan.

“Yeah, baby. Moan for me,” he commanded, and you were in the process of feeling embarrassed as to how quick he could wet your panties, but his bulge was prominent and made sure to make itself known. You weren’t the only one in the mood to be naughty. His lips were back to your neck as he pulled the hem of your dress.

“Yes,” you whispered again. Indulging in impulsivity again, you hitched your leg until it reached his waist. He quickly secured it in place with his hand.

“Look at my eager little slut,” he said, muffling your moan with another kiss. His free hand secured itself on your neck, the kiss getting more and more passionate. Another moan from your lips and Jungkook pressed his bulge against your core, already clenching with anticipation. “You want this dick too much, huh? Do you want me to fill that little cunt?”

You moaned louder with the friction of his pants against you. “Beg me,” he demanded. “Beg for this dick,”

You didn’t hesitate. You didn’t want to. “Please,” you whispered, very faintly. “Please fuck me,” you managed to say louder.

With one swift movement, you were standing with two legs again as he pulled down your panties. You quickly helped him unbutton his pants and pull down his boxers out of the way. He hitched your leg one more time and teased your entrance with his tip.

“So wet for me already,” he commented slowly. “Do you want to be a good girl and cum on this dick tonight?” he asked. But before you could beg for mercy, he thrusted his hip forward and a moan got caught on your throat.

“Oh, my…” you whined as he pulled almost all of the way out and thrusted again.

He tried to continue with a slow pace, to tease you to no end. He wanted to hear you beg for longer. But the clenching of your walls was too much for him, the feel of your juices was too much for him. The panting of your breath was too much for him. His strokes got harder and faster with time, and his hand found itself cupping your throat.

“Choke me, please,” you whispered, desperation seeping into your voice. He was eager to attend to your wishes. He grunted as you clenched more and more, he was close. He tried to control himself, but your soft moans were driving him crazy. He rested his head on your neck, retrieving his hand and hitching your other leg.

His strokes were controlled, hard and precise but slow enough to make an impact. He kissed your collarbones, and bit your neck in attempts to maintain his rhythm. You were gasping, and this time you didn’t want to keep quiet. Your arms were secure around his neck to hold him in place, and with one hand you pulled his hair. “Yes, fuck me like a whore,” you whined. That did it.

With one last stroke, he grunted against your neck. His knees were weaker from his release, but he held you in place. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he gasped.

Before either of you could say anything else, you heard noises followed by laughter coming your way. After getting dressed in less than 5 seconds, Jungkook guided you back to the motorcycle.

“Let’s go home. It’s your time to cum,” he teased, offering your helmet.

You hugged his torso again, and he sped up right before the drunk group of friends reached you. The speed of his bike indicated that he was no longer in a bad mood, no longer just wandering through the streets. He now had a destination and a task. You spent the whole way debating what was more exciting: the speed of the bike or the feeling of his cum soaking your panties.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fluff #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bangtanbathhouse #festivaledaway

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hyuckie-angel · 8 months

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treasure reaction; college boyfriend

in which they love their partner and their studies (sometimes)

a/n; a lil suggestive in jihoon, yoshi, asahi and doyoung’s parts

최현석 • choi hyunsuk

the making music at 1am boyfriend

the raw talent your partner hyunsuk possesses is no joke

the way music seems to come from his fingertips

magically into the software

renders you speechless sometimes

‘come look at what i made :D’

he’ll never say it but all of his lyric inspiration is you

he’s never failed a project and he knows its because he’s got you there to write about :’)

but anyway

despite adoring his creativity, sometimes he really just has no clue

like there’s a road in his brain but its one way and the lines are fading

if you get what i mean

it’s really late

the world is silent

you are drifting off into dreams

when out of nowhere you hear a really loud Dm chord blasting through the stereo

‘hyunsukkkkkkkk’

‘yeah? :0′

he’s cute when he’s confused so you forgive him

when he has an early class you sometimes have to get out of bed and force him away from his desk

‘but im almost don-’

‘hyunsuk it is 4am go the fuck to sleep’

sometimes he whips out the guitar at 1am, strumming a few chords and humming along

this you could never say no to

‘i wrote this one for you the other day’

lying there listening to him quietly serenade you fills you with this warm comfortableness

so you jump out of bed to grab his face

planting a soft kiss onto his lips

you can feel his grin even with your eyes shut

its safe to say that sleeping doesn’t play a huge part in the relationship, and you could not care any less :)

박지훈 • park jihoon

the ‘if i finish my project will you finish me? ;)’ boyfriend

lord help your soul

jihoon may look like the sweetest, most innocent guy on campus

but oh boy is that incorrect

before you were even dating he was winking at you across the classroom

or running ahead of you to open doors

and despite his wide and elated smile when you finally accepted his advances

he is a fiend

he’s like your own personal devil on your shoulder

‘surely we skip this class’ wink wink wink

you quickly figured out that the best motivation for this man is

well

the intimate kind

the ‘if you finish this project in the next hour ill let you do whatever you want tonight’ kind

he has absolutely no complaints

it was a dream come true when he realised you would reciprocate

besides

both of you would much rather spend a night having fun

than reading coursework and hating life

of course he has his sweet moments

buys you flowers

brings you chocolate when you’re sad

agrees that making a pillow fort is very important rn

cue the next 3 hours of bickering and pillow related injuries

but his tendency to get distracted

makes itself known quite often

of course you use this to your advantage

walking into the room in a tiny little skirt and an almost see through top

you get more attention than you’ve ever dreamed of

and the sex

you don’t wanna blow up his ego

but it’s just always really, really good

your professor has started to become suspicious

sometimes both of you do fantastic work

but sometimes both your projects look rushed (¬_¬)

‘we just spent too much time studying for our other class professor i swear’

this boy will be the death of you

金本芳典 • kanemoto yoshinori

the always late to class boyfriend

you love this boy to the grave

but you cannot count on all your fingers and toes the amount of times he has forgotten about his classes

never once has he done it on purpose

the man just gets so distracted by anything and everything

especially you

he is no thoughts head empty only yn

‘holy fucking fuck i have class rn’

you have his schedule written down in your phone

so when you tell him you’re going to the shops and he says he’s coming

you can tell him

‘no yoshi you have literature in 5 minutes’

cue yoshi olympic sprinting out of the house

the amount of times he comes back from class with a paper that has been graded

‘98%... late’

its basically his brand atp

you’re no better sometimes though

if you’re making out and in the back of your mind you know he probably has class soon

but you’d much rather be here

with his hands in you hair and your heavy breaths breaking the silence

you just say nothing

yoshi doesn't care if he’s late because you guys were having sex

in fact unsurprisingly

he quite enjoys it

as do you lmao

‘yoshi you have class’

‘stfu do you wanna have sex or not jesus’

he’s also developed a sixth sense when around his professors

if he passes by one of them on campus

he immediately leaves your side

jumping behind a bush

as you get confronted by his literature professor asking why tf he missed half an hour of class again

‘just tell them i died’

‘no??’

he’s never going to change, but as the wisest men say

yolo

김준규 • kim junkyu

the studies until 5am then sleeps through the class boyfriend

if theres one thing about junkyu

its that sleep >>>>> anything else

(aside from you >> ofc)

he also has this unbelievable fear of failing

so to compensate he spends hours and hours studying

into the night

you wake up sometimes and there’s 4 redbull cans scattered across the desk

and a very unconscious junkyu drooling onto his workbook

you take a photo of him

you gently shake him and wake him enough to get himself to bed

you can always tell how hard he’s working to try and pass his classes with the best marks possible

and you admire him for it

but goddamn does he need to stop staying up so late

you remember the infamous night that he stayed up super late cramming

absolutely determined to pass his exam with the highest marks possible

and then proceeded to sleep through all his alarms

you received a very tearful phone call that morning

‘can you wake me up at 6:30?’

‘junkyu its 5am that is 1 and a half hours of sleep’

‘yea??’

he lives and breaths energy drinks

cue his hands shaking to the point where both of you are like

‘maybe we should go to a doctor’ (≖_≖ )

your favourite thing to do together is nap

because he is always sleep deprived

he turns into a cuddly gremlin when you lie down together

you want to get up and use the bathroom

too bad

wait until he wants to let go

its okay though because he’s so cute

sometimes when you’re napping he unconsciously kisses your forehead and cuddles closer to you

and you have to say nothing so you don’t wake him but also die inside from love and affection

although he is clumsy

and somewhat disorganised

he’s your clumsy and disorganised, and you love him more than anything <333333

윤재혁 • yoon jaehyuk

the ‘whats the answer???’ boyfriend

you met jaehyuk in a class the two of you shared

you could tell he was an absent minded guy

he was often staring towards the front of the lecture hall

looking directly through the teacher

and taking in precisely zero information

but because you were sat next to him

and you liked to think you were a decent person

you would give him a tap on the shoulder every time you thought he was missing something important

this seemed quite mundane to you

just a girl helping out a fellow classmate ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but the butterflies that birthed in his stomach every time you leant over to help him out

made him feel crazy

so he asked you out

after getting over the initial surprise of this gorgeous man wanting to be your boyfriend

you began to notice all these little habits about him

his confused squint when he’s trying to figure something out

the way he clenches his jaw in understanding

his fiddly hands when he’s losing his attention span

and your personal favourite;

the way he leans over to ask you questions about the class

‘hey what did you get for number 1 coz i got 35 but its not even a maths question?’

he’s also so unintentionally funny

‘babe i lost 17 pens can i borrow one?’

once you snorted in amusement so loudly the teacher said bless you

which made jaehyuk loose his shit laughing

and now whenever you laugh at his expense he says bless you

so you slap him (gently)

he pokes his tongue out

you pretend to get offended

he laughs and kisses you softly

you forgive him immediately

his attention span in class has definitely improved with you helping him

even the professor has noticed

but

he maaaay or may not be pretending to zone out sometimes

just so you’ll tap him on the shoulder and look at him with your pretty eyes and ask him if he needs anything :’)

浜田朝光 • hamada asahi

the quiet sober; crazy drunk boyfriend

when you first met your boyfriend asahi

his quiet and calm temperament had caught your attention

you’d seen him in the library, head down, brown hair falling in his eyes

and you’d realised that you needed this man

he was beautiful

so you went and talked to him

his responses were

well

limited

‘hi’

‘yeah’

‘haha’

but little did you know his heart had swelled and his palms had become clammy at the sight of you

you and your face that he thought was maybe the most gorgeous he’d ever seen

so two months later you were dating

he’d told you he didn’t drink much

he didn’t care for it

but when you were invited to his best friend jaehyuks birthday party, he told you he’d probably indulge a little

“a little” he said

by the time you got into the uber to go to the party, his cheeks were flushed

by the time you got there, he was smiling wonkily at you like an idiot

about half an hour later and you’d totally lost him

you weren’t worried, it was a safe environment

but you were curious

so out you went to look for him

and there he was on the roof

ON THE ROOF?!?!

his hangover the next morning was his punishment for doing stupid shit you’d told him

now every time you drink

you wait for an incident ™

sometimes he just gets super horny

‘can we leave plzzz babe ;))’

and sometimes he manages things you don’t understand

‘okey we needa go coz that guys wantz to fite me idk why’

but all times, he is hungover for three days and one of his professors thinks he has an alcohol problem

‘i’m never drinking again’ :(

김도영 • kim doyoung

the hits on you like you’re not dating boyfriend

just like jihoon

doyoung has this innocent exterior, devilish interior

kinda vibe

he also has absolutely no shame ever

and so has this habit of constantly putting you in awkward situations

where people think he’s harassing you

but in reality he’s just being a dickhead

‘hey bby girl you wanna come back to my place tonight?’ ;)

before you had told your best friend that you and doyoung were dating

he had come over, slung an arm around your shoulders and gone

‘hey sexy’

you had turned bright red

and your friend had looked so confused you thought she might have an aneurism

doyoung lives in a share house just off campus with three roommates; jaehyuk, jeongwoo and junkyu

the first few times you’d come over, doyoung turned off the weirdness

opting for just following you around

like a lost puppy

but when he realised his roommates didn’t pay you guys any attention

suddenly he’s backing you into walls

grabbing you from behind in the kitchen

staring at your chest almost all the time

and just being a general menace to society

you have a really lovely and not embarrassing at all memory

of a beautiful spring day

5:30pm

you and two friends were walking out of class

giggling at everything under the sun

when a voice echoes through the air

a voice belonging to your beloved boyfriend who’s standing 20 feet away from you with a shit eating grin on his face

‘yo yn... is that a mirror in your pocket coz i can see myself in your pants!!!!’ ;))

your physics professor was standing right behind him

you’ve never seen someone go from confident to embarrassed that quickly

but even though he is your personal humiliation creator

you still let him hit

what can you say, he’s dumb but he’s hot lmaooo

渡辺春虎 • watanabe haruto

the ‘i fcking hate this class’ boyfriend

you were the year above haruto

you in your third year of studies, him in his second

you had dreamt your whole life of becoming a marine biologist

dedicating countess hours to study and achieving perfect scores

it wasn’t a secret that you loved all of your classes

now

one evening you were asked by your professor to attend a lecture and maybe help out anyone in need

and that’s when you first saw him

you thought he was cute immediately, his platinum blonde hair framing his face nicely and his glasses sliding down his nose a little

but you weren’t one for pursuing attraction

so you spent the lecture walking around and giving tips to people that asked

until haruto raised his hand as you walked by

secretly happy, you sat down next to him and asked what he needed

it was basically love at first sight for both of you

you spent the rest of the lecture sitting with him

he found you so endearing

and you thought he was hilarious

all was going so well

until he opened his mouth and went

‘yeah i fucking hate this class lol’

you awkwardly smiled

‘this is my favourite class’

his grin dropped dramatically

‘ah- ah i’m sorry idk why i said that’

you weren’t offended in the slightest

but his flustered reaction made you giggle

you began dating only weeks later :)

haruto’s favourite thing was to annoy the shit out of you talking about how much he dislikes the classes you love

you could be sitting in the food court

having a loving conversation

and out of nowhere he goes

‘i’m so glad im not in that class rn’

you deadpan stare at him

if he sees you studying for the class

‘damn i was gonna stay over but not anymore i guess fuck’

so dramatic i stg

despite wanting to punch him in the jaw sometimes

he makes you laugh more than you had in years

and so you can move past the difference in interests for him

박정우 • park jeongwoo

the second-hand embarrassment boyfriend

confidently raises his hand and says the total wrong answer

kinda guy

trips over and sprains his ankle in the food court

kinda guy

not that you’d have it any other way

but damn sometimes you have to restrain from cringing visibly

he’s like a walking sit-com

and you are the audience

your personal favourite pass-time is forcing him to listen to his own actions retold from your perspective

as you wheeze with laughter and he sits there like (－_－)

he secretly loves it though

if his misfortune is enough to make you happy

he thinks you might be slightly weird

but your happiness is all that matters to him

so he can deal with it

‘im glad me falling on my ass was this amusing to you thanks heaps babe’

one day you were sitting in a class you shared

it was business and it was boring but it was both of your favourite class because you were in <3 love <3

and jeongwoo had a question

the professor was walking around the classroom so he was waiting

and as they walked over, jeongwoo opened his mouth

and you watched practically in slow motion as he said

‘hey mum i have a question’

your eyes widened

his eyes widened

the professors eyes widened

doyoungs eyes widened

you held back on laughing until he’d gotten the answer he needed

and then you and doyoung let loose

‘hey mum’

‘mummy i mean mummy i mean-’

‘excuse me professor birthgiver’

‘OKAY I GET IT SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE’

if he ever gets insecure about anything

you look him dead in the eyes and tell him that he may be an idiot, but he’s your idiot, and thats all that matters :)

소정환 • so junghwan

the spends all his money on you boyfriend

from the beginning

junghwan had been spoiling you silly

buying you lunches

hearing you say you liked something and immediately purchasing it

you hadn’t thought anything of it at first

assuming it was just a friendly gesture

but the smirks from all your friends told you a different story

after the two of you began dating, his bank account began suffering

you had told him countless times

he didn’t need to be doing all this

but to him, it was his way of showing you he cared

‘you like this? i buy for u bby girl’

‘junghwan no-’

he also wasn’t afraid of showing people how much he spoiled you

read: ‘one time he walked into your class whilst the teacher was talking and everybody looked at him confused and he walked to you and gave you a block of chocolate and then walked straight back out but blew you a kiss just to make sure you were sufficiently embarrassed’

you adore him for it though

no matter how much he tries to humiliate you

you also aren’t allowed to try and pay him back

if he catches you tryna pay for something

or transferring money

its on sight

‘i am a grown man and i am insulted by this behaviour’

sometimes you run to the food court to buy both of you lunch before he gets there

so that he can’t lecture you on spending money

sometimes you think he’s a bit dumb though

you once broke a pencil you’d been using in your art class

and in response junghwan had bought you 83 more

‘why are there 7 parcels at my door rn’

‘damn that shits crazy i have no idea’

despite this

you know his only intention is to be there for you and help you out

so you always thank him with a huge hug

and only one or two insults about him being a walking wallet

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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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You get me so high (smut) (Warren lipka x fem reader)

Summary: you and Warren have been best friends since forever and at one frat party it becomes more

Warnings: smut, oral (m & f receiving) p in v sex, and getting high

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You hated frat parties with a passion it wasn't the loud music or the alcohol and drug use that people did you dabbled in it too it's the people especially the frat boys, only reason why you were here is because your best friend Warren lipka begged you to go with him since Spencer was studying for an exam the next morning.

"Wanna get high?" He asked pointing to the door leaving us to the backgarden of the frat house, "please can we" you giggled following Warren outside, he pulled out a joint from his pocket lighting the end taking a drag before passing it to you.

Taking a drag feeling the weed hit you a little, your eyes staring ahead watching some frat boys doing dumb shit, "god I hate frat boys" you said passing the spliff back to Warren, "I thought you were into them" he joked nudging your shoulder, you grimced at the thought of you being with a frat boy.

"God no Warren they're worst than children in kindergarden" you said the look of disgust wavering your face, "I'm only joking we all know your into stoners" he teased making you blush, you were into one stoner in particular the one beside you.

"Shut up you" you chuckled now nudging his arm, the friendship you and Warren had was complicated he is your best friend, and when you got a bit too drunk or too high you would hook up, he was the first and only person you slept with he even was your first kiss back in high school.

Now a little bit high from the spliff you and Warren went back inside for a drink, "here" he smiled handing you the red solo cup you thanked him taking a sip, his eyes on you as you drank the liquid.

"What" you asked in a nervous chuckle Warren shook his head "nothing" you rolled your eyes as he shrugged you off, after a few more drink you were tipsy as well as high you and Warren danced at first goofy but then you started to grind against him.

His hands on your hips as you swayed your body with his, not caring who saw, Warren's hot breath againt your neck sending you in world of your own, "wanna go somewhere more private?" He asked you nodded as he took your hand guiding you throw the crowds of body's.

It took about three rooms to find one empty hurrying inside locking the door behind you, only to be pinned tight against the cold wood, making you gasp.

Warren's lips attacking yours hungrily one hand on your waist the other pressed againt the door, "you look so fkn hot tonight" he groaned as you palmed him through his jeans.

He took you to the bed pushing you down on it, you letting out a giggle at his eagerness, "I'm going to fuck you so good" he hummed peeling his polo shirt off, you sat up assisting him on unbuckling his belt, letting his cock spring free, you hand giving him a few tugs.

Warren gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you licked along his shaft, giving kitten licks to the tip, Warren let out a moan as you took him with your mouth, bobbing your head along his length, hollowing your feels, taking all of him.

"Fuck y/n you suck my cock so good" he groaned his hips bucking up making him go deeper in your mouth, you looked up at him the sighed almost making you cum then and there, his face scrunched up with the pleasure you were giving him.

You felt his cock twitching inside your mouth taking him deeper in your mouth essentially deepthroating him, silvers of drool running down your lips coating his cock, "fuck" Warren hissed as he came in your mouth milking out every drop before pulling away.

"Swallow it" he ordered his hand under your chin wiping away the drool mix with his release on your chin, you swallowed the saltiness driving Warren wild, he peeled off your flowy navy dress from your figure leaving you in your matching navy lace underwear.

His fingers dipping into the hem of your panties tugging the fabric off your legs and on to the floor, you sat up discarding your bra on the floor leaving you both completely bare, Warren's lips traveling from your lips, to your neck, your chest, placing wet kisses on the skin of your thighs.

Sucking on your clit his tongue kitten licked your sweet bundle of nerves holding your legs so they couldn't close, your soft sighs, moans and whimpers was all that could be heard "fuck warren" you gasped as he inserted a finger in your velvet walls pumping them in and out.

"Fuck just like that I'm close" you moaned feeling him hit that spot making see stars, Warren sped up the pace of his fingers not missing a best with his tongue sending you over the edge, "fuck fuck fuck" you almost screamed as your release coated Warren's fingers and tongue.

He licked up every drop of your arousal moaning at how you tasted, "so good" he hummed sucking the last of your juices on his fingers, "fuck Warren that was-" You couldn't help but giggle at what happened something you always did.

"I'm not finished" he said crawling up the bed so he was face to face with you, your lips connecting, you could taste yourself on his tongue, you moaned feeling Warren bottom out inside you, still savouring your kiss he started moving slowly against your silk pulsing walls.

"Your so tight baby" he groaned thrusting into you, your nails running through his dark hair tugging on the locks making him thrust faster and harder, "fuck" you moaned as his cock brushed that spot guaranteed to send you over the edge.

"Like that don't stop" you managed to say Warren wrapped your leg around his waist making him go deeper inside you, "I'm close" you sighed your body jolted in rhythm of Warren's thrusts.

"Me too cum with me" he grunted his thrust sped up until they became sloppy tipping you over the edge releasing over his cock "I love you" he moaned as he came with you.

You didn't say anything to out of it from your orgasm to replay to what he said, Warren collapsed ontop of you panting, 'did he just say he loves me it's definitely in a best friend way- but you don't exactly fuck your best friend' you thought collecting yourself.

"You okay?" He asked noticing you were miles away concern over his face, "Yeah I'm fine just what did you say there?" You asked wanting clarification of what he said, "I love you- its nothing something in the moment I know you don't feel the same-" he rambled wirh his head looking the wall not making eye contact with you before you cut him off.

"I do" you said looking into his eyes Warren's eyes now on you, "you do?" Now he was the one needing clarification, "yes Warren I don't get why you think I don't become I do, I've known you my whole life fuck you even took my virginity" you giggled Warren let a smile play on his lips, cupping your cheek kissing your lips.

"Be my girlfriend" he asked his hand still on your cheek his thumb grazing over your cheekbone, you couldn't help but blush and smile "yes Warren I'll be your girlfriend"

"I love you y/n y/l/n" he smiled

"I love you too Warren lipka"

"Finally got your stoner boyfriend now" he joked nudging your shoulder, "shut up" you laughed getting up from the bed.

"OPEN THE DOOR" someone shouted making you and Warren laugh putting your clothes back on and go back to partying

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gyustarzzi · 5 months

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ateez as your best friend

☆𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

helps you make spotify playlists, is always your go to fashion stylist, acts like your parent and makes sure you show up to school on time, will scold you for the smallest things, always goes to the cafe together, clumsy and so much fun, can't help but always make you smile, the therapeutic friend in your friend group, will drop everything and come to your house when your not feeling okay.

" What do you mean you don't like that song? We're still adding it to this playlist, trust me you'll love it one day! "

★𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

boosts your confidence 24/7, your room is never dirty, will help you study for upcoming tests or subjects you don't understand, cooks for you when your sick, prioritizes you as his daughter, protects you from everyone, gets you a LOT of gifts on your birthday, if you guys go on a trip he'll bring all kinds of things just in case something goes wrong, always one step ahead.

" What's that? You need a pair of shorts for volleyball? One step ahead of you girlfriend "

☆𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

the best person to be around when you bored, is not afriad to do anything, DANCE COMPETITION, literally a golden retriever around you, can be a little intimidating around people he doesn't like because of his height, loves coming to your house, harry potter marathons at his house, probably will throw the most chaotic and wild party when you guys graudate.

" Oh, that's the girl that pushed you yesterday? " glares at her intensely

★𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

probably your favorite friend since he's not loud and chaotic, not afriad to speak his mind to you or others, the one person you can talk to about your problems since he's brutally honest, hates when you tease him, lowkey likes you sinces your also down to earth, orders chicken at midnight for you and him to eat, flexes his muscles 24/7 to you, library buddy.

" You want my honest opinion? That outfit makes you look like your going to church, and we're going to yunho's party. No one is going to want you if you wear that "

☆𝐬𝐚𝐧

your 'bestie', very touchy with you, protective af, will tell other boys/girls that you and him are dating so no one steals you away from him, will cuddle you and make forts with you on rainy days, gives you plenty of plushies when you stay over the night, you guys probably give each other matching bracelets, matching phone cases and pfp's, get's in trouble for you.

" Oh you like that girl/boy over there? Sorry man, she's/he's already taken. By who? Me obviously "

★𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

always get scared of things, loves when you ruffle his hair, GUMMY SMILES 24/7, will do things out of his comfort zone for you, the one person you can't spill tea to because he will automatically tell someone else, cheats in his tests, sneaks snacks in the school, rap battles, car rides with the radio blasting and the windows rolled down, takes you on vacation with him and the others, can help but find you cute because of your height

" Of course I can put a real rat in the teachers desk, what kind of person do you think I am?"

☆𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

your loud af bestfriend, sneaks out of school with you, dolphin laugh 24/7, clingey with you, always forces you to go to parties with him, is the type of person to bring alcohol to anything, facetimes you anytime, sleepovers, plays baddie msuic to boost your confidence, already has a theme song for you, hangout's in the bathroom stall during classes you guys don't wanna go to, people literally wanna be your friends.

" C'mon y/n, let's break out of this bitch "

★𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

is the star of the school, sings in competitions, back hugs you when he sees you, matching rings or bracelets, likes to get you cute things for special occasions, won't go to parties unless you or his hyungs are going, texts you during class, drives you home, little letters in your locker, takes ugly pictures of you, people find you guys cute together.

" Are you going to that party tonight? No, okay me neither "

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moonlit-imagines · 2 years

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Headcanons for being the youngest Scamander sibling

Newt/Theseus Scamander x sibling!reader

warnings: fb3 spoilers! mainly takes place during the movie! also death/fighting

a/n: god i have been so excited to write this dhsbsghs. and i love u anon ur so sweet.

prompt: anonymous: “OMG I JUST WATCHED FB3 and it was such a fun ride!! may i request a headcanon for being the youngest scamander who's still in hogwarts? thank you very much! your works are always lovely ♡”

yes, you were quite younger than your brothers

but that didn’t change the fact that they loved you and you loved them

it was a shame you couldn’t get in on the action with them, whether that be magizoology or ministry happenings (or adventures they found themselves in)

dumbledore swore to keep his eye on you

made sure you didn’t get kicked out like *someone* in your family

“you’re so close to graduating, y/n. please take it seriously” -dumbledore

“fifty-fifty chance i do” -you

you don’t typically see theseus and newt at the same time, but whoever is closest for the holidays will pick you up

leta adored you, you’d talk to her every chance you got

“how’s school going, y/n? get yourself into any trouble lately?” -leta

“why does everyone keep asking me that?” -you

“why do you think?” -theseus

he always squeezes the crap out of you when he sends you back to school

and sends you off with a gift or two

“be good” -theseus

“you really don’t trust me, huh?” -you

“force of habit. i’m gonna miss you” -theseus

“right, right. i’ll miss you, too” -you

newt had told you all about how he got into all sorts of trouble at hogwarts

gave you a ton of pointers over the years. where to hide mostly

and he told you to speak your mind, even if it gets you into trouble

but he warned against taking the fall for others, he learned that the hard way

“i’d like to see you graduate here, do some good.” -newt

“wanna hear what i did last week?” -you

“oh, dear…go ahead” -newt

you always had fun telling newt your stories

the few times you get to see him

you missed your brothers often

when leta died, you were shaken to your core

the funeral was a drag

you practically clung to newt and theseus as you parted once more, you worried deeply for their lives

they felt you’d be safest at hogwarts and encouraged you to enjoy it while you could

“i really wish i could be out there with them” -you

“i know you do, but think about your education for a moment” -dumbledore

“mm, okay, still want to help” -you

“why can’t you be a cheeky hermit like newt was your age?” -dumbledore

“because i’m not newt” -you “or theseus, before you go there”

“you’re funny like them, though” -dumbledore

you really did remind him of newt and theseus, but your dynamic also reminded him of him, aberforth, and ariana

when newt’s friend, jacob, showed up to hogwarts, you were so excited

“hello! you must be jacob!” -you

“hey, yeah, that’s me. you, uh, you a psychic or something?” -jacob

“i’m something, y/n scamander” -you

“oh! oh, you’re the little sibling! look at you in your funny little uniform. wow, another scamander. you uptight or an animal lover?” -jacob

“just me, thank you” -you

giving jacob the tour

“do you fly around this place on those broomsticks, too?” -jacob

“i did once or twice” -you, laughing “got kicked off the quidditch team, though. i had my fair streak of trouble”

“quidditch? what’s that?” -jacob

“it’s the sport that they’re playing” -you

“like…like baseball?” -jacob

“sure, like baseball” -you

when your brothers got back to hogwarts, you were ecstatic (and desperate to get in on it all)

“y/n, don’t you have studies?” -theseus

“shhh, just let me have this” -you

“hi there, y/n, missed you” -newt

“where’s the case?” -you

“oh, i dont have it at the moment” -newt

“what? where is it?” -you

“bunty has it” -newt

“and where is she?” -you

you were highly intrigued by the issue at hand

well, not so much intrigued as you were desperate to know what was going on

any detail left out would make you lose sleep

“where are you staying tonight?” -you

“they’ll be staying at the hog’s head inn” -dumbledore

“may i come, too? just for tonight?” -you

“ah, i don’t know if that’s appropriate—” -dumbledore

“we’ll sign off on it” -newt

*theseus side eyes*

you brought some of your homework along and did it at the bar, just wanting to be near

newt helped you out with it for a bit

“hey, i remember this. you need a hand? or another head?” -newt

“sure, that’d be great” -you

you told him how you’d gone through the boggart lesson recently

“oh! oh…oh, how was that?” -newt

“not too bad, we all had a few laughs” -you

“yours wasn’t too scary?” -newt

“no, not any worse than a desk” -you, making fun of him

newt had noticed writing on the mirror across from him and left you a moment

and lally wanted to get to know the youngest scamander

“why hello there, dear. we haven’t had a moment to ourselves yet. what are you up to?” -lally

“just some homework brought from hogwarts. they excused me from curfew tonight as long as i proved i’d still be productive” -you

“a unique situation you’re in, aren’t you?” -lally

“you could say that” -you, laughing “i’m always being expected to act up thanks to newt, but they always want me to go above and beyond like theseus. i love my brothers, i’d just like to be me”

“oh, i see. well, i see you as you. tell me about you” -lally

you and lally had a long conversation while newt and dumbledore did the same

“you know, y/n carries a copy of fantastic beasts wherever they go. i think they miss you” -dumbledore

“they do? how do you know?” -newt

“i see them read it all the time. they even catch some unsuspecting students to ramble to about it from time to time” -dumbledore

“are you saying they’re starting to…to turn out like me?” -newt

“i’m saying they miss you. don’t take that for granted, newt. not after what i just told you” -dumbledore, glancing at the painting of ariana

when they came back downstairs, you were playing with the newest addition to the magical briefcase

where teddy the niffler was getting jealous and stealing coins from your pocket

you made the most of this time with your brothers and their friends, knowing that danger loomed over them

and there was nothing that you could do

but you could dance and talk and laugh and mingle until the sun came up

you followed them to the room of requirement and gave them hugs goodbye

“what is this place?” -jacob

“the room we require” -newt

“y/n, why didn’t you show me this?” -jacob

*magic users chuckling*

“be safe. please” -you

“you’re worried about us? that’s adorable” -theseus, hugging you as hard as he could

“oh, sorry. i hope you get cursed” -you, sarcastically

“i’ll see you soon, don’t worry. just focus on your classes” -newt

“why can’t i come with you? i want to help!” -you

“because dumbledore doesn’t need any children fighting his battles” -theseus

^(a/n: *spongebob narrator voice* “sixty years later”)

anyways

you were on edge all day, watching the election for supreme mugwump with your classmates

your brothers appeared before the wizarding world and you hid behind your hands as your classmates turned to you

“are you alright, y/n?” -professor mcgonnagal

“that depends on what happens in the next few minutes” -you

fortunately, your brothers came home

and you were invited to jacob and queenie’s wedding in new york!

“really?!” -you

“yes, really, kid! you’re gonna love new york, i’ll even give you a tour! least i can do for you showing me your school” -jacob

you went to new york and absolutely loved it, it was your new favorite place

and these wedding guests, your new favorite people

“you’re my new favorite, too!” -queenie

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verosvault · 11 days

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 8🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 8 "Fracas at the Frostyfaire Folk Festival"

Timestamp: 00:12:54

Video Length: 3min. & 20sec.

Adaine casts "Comprehend Languages" on all of the notes that Lydia provided and gets some (bad luck) help from a Cursed Fig Bardic! 😭✋

Brennan: "You can spend a little while to cast it ritually. It will take you a chunk of time. It's the middle of the day. You've got Frostyfaire later tonight."

Siobhan: "Yeah, it's a minute per page. Can I grab Riz and go up and turn around my calendar that I have on my wall, and it's just a blank corkboard?"

Murph: "Great."

Brennan: "Hell yeah."

Ally: "I'll go up there too and just give you both as many Help actions as I can"

Siobhan: "Oh yeah."

Brennan: "Hell yeah, I think the whole gang can tromp on upstairs and jump to it. This feels like the biggest payoff of not being sure that Lydia was even gonna be able to get this stuff. Go ahead, and I'm gonna say there's so many materials here, Adaine with that Comprehend Languages, go ahead and roll either Arcana, History, or Investigation with advantage, and then because Adaine has to translate for everybody, you guys will use Help actions to offset the disadvantage because you guys can't read the text yourself. So if there's any other checks you wanna roll that are Religion, Investigation, whatever, go ahead and roll them straight."

Murph: "I'll roll Investigation."

Brennan: "Cool."

Siobhan: "So I'm rolling with advantage?"

Brennan: "You're rolling with advantage."

Siobhan: "Okay, great."

Zac: "I assume I'm not there? Is it the morning?"

Brennan: "It's morning, but you might have come by. If they texted you, you could have swung by."

Ally: "Yeah, I think we would've."

Brennan: "Yeah."

Ally: "Unless you need to help your parents set up, but I'd imagine they already did everything."

Brennan: "And actually, let me know what your rolls are real quick."

Siobhan: "I got a 17 History."

Emily: "Do you want a Bardic?"

Siobhan: "I would love a Bardic."

Murph: "21 Investigate."

Ally: "If I have advantage in History or Religion, it's still straight, 'cause we would have disadvantage?"

Brennan: "Yes, with a Bardic-"

Siobhan: "With a Bardic from Fig, I got a dirty 20."

Brennan: "Dirty 20 on your History."

Siobhan: "On my History, yeah."

Brennan: "Okay."

Murph: "And I got a 21 Investigate."

Brennan: "21 Investigate, awesome. Kristen, what are you looking at?"

Ally: "11."

Brennan: "11 for Religion. Okay, copy that. So you guys are taking time to pore over the books. Maybe someone shoots Gorgug a text. Adaine, as you begin to read with some of that help from Fig, you feel your stomach gurgle and-"

Siobhan: "Oh no." *gurgling sound*

Emily: *laughing* 😭✋

Brennan: "You feel your stomach gurgle-"

Fig: "Adaine, can I help you?"

Brennan: "Can you go ahead and roll a d100 for me?"

Adaine: "Is anybody feeling weird after that breakfast?"

Kristen: "Hm, no, I thought that was good."

Fig: "Yeah, I think I'm feeling fine."

Siobhan: "I got a 91."

Brennan: "91, okay. As you go to study, you are looking at the book, and as you lean in a little bit closer, there's something moving on the page, in the binding, in the shadow of where the pages sort of fold into each other. And it looks almost like it could be text or writing. As you blow into it, you blow thousands of dust mites into your eyes."

Adaine: *coughing*

Brennan: "You stumble back, slam your head into the bunk bed, and one of the railings comes loose, hits you in the head, and knocks you unconscious."

Murph: "Holy ****!"

Ally: "No! No! I'll do a Medicine check!"

Riz: "Quick, Kristen, do a Medicine check!"

Brennan: "Go ahead and roll with disadvantage. Let me know if any of the dice come up under an eight."

Ally: "Oh, No, no, we're good."

Brennan: "Okay, cool."

Ally: "12."

Lou: "Jesus."

Brennan: "You go stabilize Adaine."

Ally: "So, 21."

Brennan: "21."

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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 7 months

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Relationships Can Kill

Well I have no motivation or ideas to write part three and i also started school last Wednesday so I've been busy, this is gonna be a short one since i had the urge to write something. I finally got to watching the episode where will leaves and that episode was so chaotic and i cried a little. This is also based off before Jay resigns and leaves. While doing this i was researching best universities to study medicine. Even though I'm only a sophomore in high school. (This is old i started school like a month ago)

Summary: You and your older brother Nate get into a heated argument over rumors, but did he know that his last words to you would be so brutal?

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Angst, Arguing, Fighting Drinking/Hungover, and death (My bad for this)

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You walked off the bus excited because Jay let you doordash tonight and it was friday AND Jay and Will were coming home from their brother bonding trip. You punched the numbers into the keypad and closed the door behind you. You were very thankful that Jay and Hailey had gotten a house and let both you and your brother move in with them.

“Hey Nate, wanna go play hockey with me on the lake” Nate could basically do everything but the thing he did the most was hockey, he promised to teach you so both you and him could compete against each other during the winter.

“No, I'm busy,” Nate said quickly. “Okay, do you want anything from Panda Jay let me doordash some tonight” You said “No i wouldn't wanna mess up your date with my girlfriend” Nate Spat.

“Girlfriend? I dont even like your girlfriend and i'm pretty sure she hates me so why on earth would i-” Nate cut you off and started yelling.

“I WOULD BELIEVE HER ANY DAY OVER YOU, now get outta my way, i hate you so much” Nate slammed the front door and you just stood there shocked. Instead of crying or running after him you pulled your phone from your pocket and ordered your food.

After eating dinner and getting your homework done you went ahead and texted the family group chat but only one with Will,Jay, and Hailey.

The Cops and Doctors

Y/n- When will you guys be home?

Hails <3- Soon, i have to finish this case. Do i need to bring home food

Y/n - No, Jay gave me money for Doordash

Hails <3 - Alright, I'll see you later.

Y/n - Bye Hailey

Hails <3 Bye Hailey.

You closed your messages app and decided to watch some tik tok since you would probably be bored until everyone got home.

Crash, you whipped your head to see 4 men dressed in all black standing in your room…Now you wished Nate was here.

***

Hailey walked in and the house was sortta quiet, the tv and the lights were still on but otherwise that's it. “Y/N? NATE?” Hailey shouted, nothing. Maybe they're sleeping or they're in the shower, she thought.

When Hailey peaked through Nate's door he wasn't there, Hailey knocked on your door “Y/n are you decent” Again nothing. “Y/n?.... Y/n i'm coming in” Hailey said as she was turning the doorknob.

When Hailey opened the door any happiness she had went outside the window. “Shit shit shit, NATE! NATE”

No response. Hailey didn't have time to worry about him; you were dying on the floor and you were her biggest priority.

“Y/n Halstead you do not get to do this to me, your brothers and everyone, you can't, cmon,cmon” Hailey screamed as she continued CPR.

“Hails, Y/n, Nate I’m home” Jay screamed. He waited for you to come screaming and running to him like you always did but this time you didn't, this time all jay could here was screaming and sobbing.

Jay pulled out his gun and slowly walked up the stairs of the house and walked to your room where the screaming came from. What he saw next made him freeze for about ten seconds before dropping the gun to the ground and immediately sliding over to and hailey.

“What happened?” Jay sobbed, “I-I don't know I came home and just found her like this.” Hailey replied as she CPR. Jay looked around your room and it was completely ransacked. Your dresser drawers were open and clothes either hanging from them or out of them, papers on the floor, and all your electronics were gone. Your tv, Computer, Phone, and they even somehow found your burner phone you could use to call someone in case of an emergency where you didnt have your phone because you were grounded.

“Hailey let me take over, you're getting tired.” Nothing, hailey didn't even look up from you. Jay pushed her off of you, not really a push but kinda scooted her away and continued CPR. Hailey ran to get her phone and punched in the numbers to call 9-1-1.

***

“Any sign of him?” Will asked. Nobody knew where Nate was, and his friends weren't telling anybody anything. “No, they have Adam outside the house just in case he turns up at the house” Even though the family used Life360, Nate turned his phone off. Typical of him.

Just then Connor walked into the waiting room. Will knew that face he had on very well, he knew it all too well because he would be the one to deliver the news sometimes.

“How is she?” Jay asked whistl standing up from the chair. Connor shook his head. “She didn't make it, I'm so sorry” “Bu-but you found a pulse you-you said that she was gonna make it” Jay said whilst holding back his tears.

“One of her rooms puntcered the carotid artery. I'll explain it to you when you're ready or whenever both of you are ready. Will can explain but otherwise wise i'm so sorry i couldn't have done more.” You could hear by voice that he wanted to cry but he had to hold it together for Will and Jay.

“Can we see her?.” Jays voice quiet. Connor led the brothers to the room you were in. “Oh y/n, we're so sorry” Will choked as he stroked your bruised Knuckles. Jay stood there, not moving, not reacting, not talking. His sister, his little sister, his only sister was gone, and you were never coming back.

***

6am, 6 fucking am is when your brother came back, hungover af. He looked like he drank like there was no tomorrow.

Jay nor Will was in the house. Both of them couldn't stay in that house with what happened, plus Will didn't trust Jay to be by himself so they were both at Will's apartment.

“Where have you been?” Hailey said. The whole team was doing an investigation along with another team as well. “I was out on a run” His words slurred. “Drinking? You think I don't know the signs of someone being hungover. Nate, your sister is in the hospital.” Hailey was holding back on saying you were gone. “What why?” Nate froze “Because whilst you were gone someone broke in and stabbed her to death.” Hailey cried.

“What? It was only supposed to be a joke” He mumbled. “What?” Hailey stopped fidgeting with her fingers. “It was supposed to be a joke, pay back, they were only supposed to scare her and pretend to take her stuff, they weren't supposed to kill her.” Nate said.

“Hey Adam and Kev, downstairs now, we've got him” Hailey said into her radio. “Nathanyal Halstead you're being arrested for the murder of y/n Halstead, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you in the court of law” Adam said as he arrested the teen. “She was a good sister and she was your only sister, now you're gonna suffer the consequences of a Practical joke” She whispered into his ear.

Hailey wanted to be the one who broke the news to will and jay. They did do an autopsy and it did show that you put up a fight. did Nathanyal say who was also involved in your murder for his sentence to go down. 50 years in prison without chance of parole. During your funeral you were named a Hero and an amazing person to all. Even though you didn't get to be a future doctor they put up a Memorial outside med and that was their way of honoring your Dream.

The fact is i'm also learning about the human body sometimes while I'm writing chapters because i like my information to be somewhat correct.

#x reader #halstead sister #will halstead #chicago #one chicago #jay halstead #halstead brothers #chicago pd #hospital mention tw #angst #jesse lee soffer #chicago med #one chicago imagine #chicago fire

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blushinggray · 1 year

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change of plans: part 10

sero hanta x fem!reader

part 10/12 (part 9 | part 1)

amor tonight

cw // nsfw; flirting, desk sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, slight(?) daddy kink, just some really nasty smut but also ardent love making, porn with feelings (x3)

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You're amazed that Yaoyorozu thought ahead to contact the city's taxi headquarters and spread the word for all the local cabbies to be prepared to pick up passengers near her property for tonight. Because just outside of the gate to her estate was a line of taxis waiting to drive inebriated partygoers home, like this is a central train station or something.

There was a short line of people that one of Yaoyorozu's manor staff was guiding and grouping for each car, but you and Sero didn't have to wait long to get one. He held the door for you to step in first, so you gave the driver the neighborhood of your apartment as a destination.

"Are we going to your place tonight?" Sero had asked, looking surprised.

"Yeah, I think it's closer to here. And my roommate's over at her boyfriend's place tonight." You had explained, "That okay with you? I know you said your flight is tomorrow."

"No, that's totally cool with me." He grinned excitedly before scooting closer to you in the backseat, "Let's go."

The trip felt long, for obvious (horny) reasons, but now that you're finally in front of your own apartment door, you're a little nervous. You're reviewing every space you have or haven't cleaned in your head as you unlock the door and let Sero in.

It's not as big as his place, since he and Todoroki have a rather roomy living area and kitchen, but your bedrooms are pretty similar in size. You lead him straight there after getting your shoes off to place your bag down.

"Did you, uhm..." You turn to see Sero looking all over your room, scanning and studying all the details that he can before turning to you, "Did you wanna shower first or anything?"

He lets his eyes glance you over from head to toe before stepping forward into your space with a cheeky smile on.

"You know, normally, I'd say yes." He says, putting his hands on your thighs to slowly slide them up beneath your skirt, "But I wanna see you in this outfit for a little longer."

"Do you, now." You scoff through your nose with a smile, "What do you like so much about it?"

Sero lets out a noise of amusement, paired with an expression that tells you he could go on for a while listing everything. Then he backs you into your desk so he can lift you by the thighs to sit on top of it, quickly filling up the space between your parted legs.

"Well, first of all, you just look so fucking good in a skirt." He praises, looking down at said skirt as he rubs his hands around your thighs, watching the pleated fabric follow his general motions. "Couldn't tell you how crazy you drove me with just one dance in that."

A giggle bubbles out of your mouth before you can stop it, because while you were focusing on your mistletoe scheme at the time, you did, in fact, still feel Sero's eyes magnetized downwards whenever you swayed your hips against him. You almost wish you had stayed for a few more songs, just to enjoy his reaction.

"And also," he leans in to tease a kiss, only brushing his nose with yours, "You do look really damn cute in that beret. Like you belong at a table outside a cute, little French cafe. Mon petit chou."

You let out a laugh as he whispers that little pet name against your cheek, incidentally leaning into him and pressing yourself into his lips as you hug him.

"Oui? Merci, ma puce." You joke back, looking up at him with playful, but fond eyes before placing a quick peck on his cheek in return.

He chuckles with you, exchanging a few more affectionate kisses before he inevitably asks you, "What did you just call me?"

"'My flea.'" You answer.

"'Flea'?" He gasps jokingly, attacking you with another kiss to your neck just below your jaw, "How mean."

"You literally just called me a cabbage." You chuckle.

"I thought 'mon petit chou' was just a cute nickname. Yaomomo told me that people don't actually mean it as 'cabbage.'" He pulls away with a slight pout.

"I know, I'm just messing with you." You smile, pulling the edges of his beanie down to cover his eyes before you leave a kiss on his nose, "It's the same with 'ma puce.' Unless you don't wanna be my little flea?"

Sero drags out a long hum as he leans in for another kiss to your lips, even though his eyes are still covered. "I suppose it could be worse." he says when he pulls away.

While you're laughing, he pulls the beanie off his head completely to toss on your desk, followed by his puffy jacket. But he soon shuts you up when he leans back in to kiss you for a while longer this time. His big hands gently squeeze at your hips as his lips work yours open.

Wrapping your arms around his neck once more, you hold him close as you kiss back, moving in tandem as he leads you in yet another dance. You sway and pull and push one another, and he builds on the rhythm with a dip or even a twirl of his tongue. On occasion, you try to surprise him back, with a small nip on his lower lip or a slow lick along his lip ring.

The playful mood you were just enjoying together soon thickens into something darker, heavier, wetter. Eventually, it becomes harder to breathe, as you're panting for air every time your lips are freed. But neither you nor Sero seem to want to be apart for long, since the short breaths apart only seem to magnetize you back together like opposite charges.

You moan against him when his hands climb up your sides, squeezing and massaging you on the way up to your chest, untucking your sweater from your skirt in the process. Which creates an opening for him to slip his hands underneath to get to your breasts and knead them under your bra.

God, his hands are so big. You kind of love how they feel like they just cover the entire surface of your tits. And the way he pinches at your nipples every so often has you pulling away from his mouth to throw your head back.

You let out a whiny noise whenever Sero’s fingers pinch a little shock of pleasure from your chest into your core. He hums in return before migrating to your neck to suck and tattoo kisses into your skin instead. While he's never been shy about kissing, he's always been been a bit more conservative with leaving marks, usually only leaving one or two in more coverable areas like between your thighs or on your hips.

But you suppose that's changed tonight because he is not being shy above the collar, and the mix of sensational pleasure with the slightly possessive gesture builds a wetness inside you. You can already feel it starting to leak out a bit, and you're not sure how long your little thong can soak it up.

Between the kisses and touches, you can’t keep quiet or still as you start moaning and grinding against him, your beret inevitably falling off at some point. Which actually gives your head a little ventilation from all the heat building up inside your body. Being pressed against and wrapped around Sero is getting a little hot for comfort, so you take the opportunity to push him away for a moment to get your necklace and sweater off, too.

You want to take your bra off as well, but the look on Sero's face stops you as he just stares and admires the color coordination between your bra and skirt. They're almost the same shade of red, so in the warm lamp lighting of your room, you're sure that it's a cute little ensemble for his hooded eyes.

"What's the matter?" You ask with a smile, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek, "Do you want me to take it off? Keep it on?" You offer.

Sero lets out a shudder of a breath as he leans into your hand, eyes getting foggier by the second. He slips his hands high enough up your skirt to skim at the band of your underwear, before asking, "Does this match too?"

You only give him a little one-shoulder shrug, "Why don't you check for yourself?"

You take your hand back to place them both on the desk in order to you scoot your ass just a bit closer to the edge and lean your upper back against the wall. Sero takes your signal in stride and smoothly pushes your skirt up to fan out across your stomach and hips. Your tights are a sheer black, so it's still a bit tough to see through them.

"Hope you're not too attached to these," Sero mutters quickly before tugging at the fabric to rip your tights apart at the crotch, making you gasp in surprise and pulse in excitement.

The little red triangle of fabric of your panties and most of your inner, upper thighs are exposed to him, and Sero sucks in a deep breath again before sinking to his knees. He moves quickly, shelving your thighs onto his shoulders so he can dig his nose straight into the middle of your cunt, taking a deep whiff and long lick up your panties.

You squeal at the semi-dulled sensation, the fabric of your thong thick enough to block the flat of his tongue but still cut small enough to for him to make direct contact at the edges. It's such a teasing sensation that automatically makes your hips jut forward into his face for more.

"Ughhh, baby, you're already wet." He groans into your pussy, wedging the fabric of your thong into your slit with the tip of his tongue, "So wet and sweet. Just for me, right?"

"All for you, papi." You promise breathlessly, not even realizing what you said until it's already out.

You have no idea where that came from. You've never used that kind of term with him before, so you have idea how he's going to react to it. If he's going to laugh or cringe at you, or worst of all, stop what he's doing to you.

For a moment, he does pause, his tongue freezing as he looks up at you. But it doesn't take long for you to recognize the helpless, desperate arousal and eye-rolling lust in his eyes before he moans, long and loud, cursing out straight into your pussy as he hugs your thighs closer to him, like he's begging you to suffocate him with them.

"Fuuuck, baby, I— mnh!" He interrupts his own thought to reach up and around the top of your thigh to tug the string of your thong aside. Then he drops the thought altogether as he goes to work on you, sucking and licking and thrusting his tongue inside you like he has something to prove. Like he owes it to you or something.

"Agh! Sero— ah! Oh my god..." You whine out, sounding more and more desperate by the second, anchoring your thighs around his neck and shoulders so you can buck into his face and get more of that long, powerful, and skilled tongue inside you. Deeper inside of you.

Deeper, deeper.

You want him so deep inside you that he tickles at your throat from this end. So deep inside that he can stir your guts around like a whisk. You want him, you want to come. You want to come so bad. So bad.

Sero hums and the vibrations go straight into your core, practically making you sing as he starts to thumb at your clit right after. Your hips come off the desk as you chase your orgasm into his mouth, only your upper back against the wall and your thighs on Sero's shoulders holding you up.

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Agh!" You cry out as he laps at your walls and brings you closer. Until you practically slam the back of your head against the wall as you reach your peak.

Sero keeps his tongue inside you until your walls stop fluttering around it and your ass falls back onto your desk. Then he takes his time to slurp up everything that came out of you, cleaning off your pussy and thighs until you're sparkling.

"Fuck baby, you're so hot." He rumbles as he comes to his feet, leaning his forearms on the desk to meet you in a wet kiss that tastes like you, "But damn. That’s quite the weapon you’ve discovered."

“What? You mean ‘papi’?” You giggle as he groans at the mention of it and starts peppering kisses over your face, "You liked it that much?”

“Well, if you call me that again while you look this fucking sexy, then I can’t pretend like it doesn’t have an effect on me, you know?” He says, proving it to you by standing to press his tented pants against your bare cunt.

You hum as you reach over to give the fat bulge a little rub with your hand, “Well, you sure didn’t react this way when I called you ‘ma puce.’”

He snorts at your little joke before leaning down again to kiss your jaw, then he pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, "I like both. Just be careful about when you use each one. I don’t know that I won’t go a little crazy if you ever used papi on me in public."

For some reason, you can't bite down the smile crawling up your face. You like this. You like finding new weak spots and turn-ons for Sero, and knowing that you can use them again in the future. You like the idea that you can freely and openly gather and save all this information, and know that he'll let you use it on him again.

Because you're going to be together to have that chance to do all of this again. Because you don't have to set limits on your time or your heart with him anymore. You can enjoy him and all the new things you learn about him to your heart's content. And honestly, that turns you on just as much as any words he could say or any pleasure he could give you.

So with this newfound confidence, you bring your feet up to plant your heels on the desk, using your hands to hold onto your ankles to keep yourself spread wide for him to see. You, in your disheveled red skirt and bra, red panties soaked and pushed to the side against one thigh, and a gaping hole in your tights that's ripped even wider after stretching them through your first orgasm tonight. You can't even begin to imagine what you look like in front of him.

"I'll be careful." You promise.

"Fucking god," he sighs heavily, briefly closing his eyes as if to find some patience within himself, "Fuck, I wanna take a picture so bad right now. Like I need to— to prove to myself that this is real..."

You hum, spreading yourself even wider, "Well, why don't you get inside me and see how real it feels?"

"My fucking god." Sero actually takes a step away, pacing along your room with his hands on his head, muttering to himself. And you just giggle from your desk as you watch him, struggling with himself as he yanks his sweatshirt and pants off.

Only his briefs and the silver chain around his neck remain when he positions himself back in front of you, putting his hands on your knees to keep you spread-eagled when he starts to grind his thick bulge against you. He’s still staring down at your body and face as he watches your bodies hump together, trying to attach to one another through the clothes. He’s watching, but his eyes get more and more clouded as he goes on.

Why is he teasing you like this? You’re more than ready for him, you’re already leaking out onto your thighs again and soaking into his briefs, for god’s sake! Can he please, please, please just— just bring it out and stuff it inside you? You want it. You want it more than anything right now.

“Take ‘em off. Please.” You beg, putting a hand on his navel to pause his hips, “Wanna feel you. Please. Inside me. Hurry, papi…”

His sharp gasp is the reaction you hoping for, but just to drive it home, you remove his hand from one of your legs so you lift it up and wrap your ankle around the back of his neck to gently tug him downward for a kiss. The stretch on your legs is a bit tough but Sero’s moaning surely means it’ll be worth it.

When he pulls back to stand upright again, the vision of your sheer black fabric-covered leg pressed against his paler skin while his hand keeps your other leg spread apart is quite the sight, even for you. You can only imagine how needy you must look to him.

“Goddammit…” he hisses, quickly pushing down and kicking away those annoying briefs before lining the bottom of his thick, heavy shaft against your slit, “I’m powerless against you.” He says with a pleasantly defeated smile and a kiss to your ankle and calf by his shoulder.

You're breathing hard as you watch him grip the base of his cock and drag the length of it up and down your soaking, swollen lips, bumping up past your clit several times to tease you further. It does feel a lot better than it did earlier with his briefs still on, but it's still just... not enough. You almost cry in protest when he pulls away to grab a condom from his discarded jeans on the floor.

You don't realize you're pouting as you watch him put it on until Sero playfully scolds you, "Don't give me that face, bella. I don't love it either."

Well if that's the case then why can't he just go without it... You're on birth control and if he hasn't slept with anyone else in a while...

Though it doesn't really matter now that he's got it on and has repositioned himself between your legs. He's even taken the liberty to lift both your legs up to rest against his chest, holding them there as he teases his cock along your slit again.

You expect him to start pushing inside soon, but instead, he pushes your legs together and stacks your ankles over one of his shoulders so that your thighs sandwich his cock. With one hand keeping your ankles crossed and his other arm hugging your thighs to his abdomen, he's made himself a little flesh toy to rub his dick into.

Your skin is wet with your own emission, so Sero's cock slides all too easily through your thighs to pop out between them and kiss your clit every time he pushes forward. It's so erotic, watching his thick, red cockhead pop out between your legs that are haphazardly covered in ripped black fabric, especially with that hopelessly soaked strand of red fabric that's bunched up into the crease of one of your thighs.

What a mess you must look like; barely propped up on your desk and your entire lower half kicked up in the air, entangled in Sero's arms. And your pussy, leaking and begging for a visitor that's just outside the door but won't come inside.

"Sero— Sero, please." You gasp as he continues to bump against your clit with his engorged tip. Even when there's already precum leaking into the tip of the condom. "Ughhhh, please. Put it in already. I want it so bad. I want it so bad!"

"Yeah? You want it, baby?" He answers your call with more teasing, smirking as he just thrusts faster between your thighs. "You want my cock inside your cute, little pussy? Can't wait any longer?"

"I can't—" You shake your head desperately, mouth going off with the momentum and just following his lead without really thinking about what you're saying anymore. "Can't wait anymore. Sero, hurry! Please, please..."

"God, fuck, you're so cute..." He lets out a groan before separating your legs to put one on each shoulder again.

It takes a little more whining from your end, but finally, finally he guides himself inside. The tip pushes through your lips and inner muscles like softened butter. It’s a long way in for his massive dick, but once he’s tucked in to the hilt, you both let out a collective sigh of relief. Sero goes as far as to close his eyes and tilt his head back, really savoring the first slide in like he usually likes to do.

You, on the other hand, need him to start moving now. Planting your forearms on your desk beneath you, and crossing your ankles together behind his neck to get a foothold, you lift your hips up to wiggle them against his. You shimmy and roll and squeeze around him to get more sweet friction, until eventually you're just fucking yourself on his cock in this position.

"Fucking shit... Holy fucking shit." Sero moans quietly as he watches you, hands just keeping your legs held up against his torso for support. He chews on his lip as he looks down at the spot where you're connected, where his cock keeps disappearing into your wet, glossy, little hole without any effort of his own — as if he's the one letting himself be used as a toy this time. “Fuck, just look at you, mami. You look so… so fucking slutty like this.”

You’re sure you do. But honestly, you are just way too strung up from all the teasing after that first orgasm that you don't even care how you must look now. Yeah, you're literally hanging off of him like tire swing on a tree and using his dick to make yourself come. You’re probably babbling out some stupidly embarrassing shit that you'll be ashamed of later. So what? He's here and yours for the taking, so you're going to take.

As much as you want. As much as he has.

"Ohhhh, fuck, daddy please I need this cock to destroy me." You whine into the ceiling as you throw your head back once you feel the peak approaching, "I want that stupid, fat cock to fuck and pound me blind. Gimme all your cum and just stuff me— stuff me until you wanna eat me whole."

At some point, Sero must give up his own restraint because you realize that he's meeting your hips with his own harsh, unforgiving thrusts. His hands are bruising your hips with his delicious grip as he holds you up and pounds into you, over and over, meeting all your feverish passion with his own.

"Fuck baby, you're so nasty. You really want all that? Huh?!" He growls with an extra powerful thrust that almost makes you crash into the wall behind you, "Need me to pump you up with all my cum until you're leaking from the ears, yeah? S'at whatcha want from me? Mm? Mmmnnhh..." He moans as he comes down for a sloppy kiss.

"Yes, yes! I want it! I want it, I want it, I wa— Ahhhh!" You keep chanting until you scream out through your peak.

You have no fucking clue what's taking over your body as this orgasm just swims through you, resonating into every tip of every limb and making you shake like Sero's cock pumped an earthquake straight into you.

Even through the blinding white pleasure, you feel your arms give out and your hands just start... clawing at everything. Your desk, your nearby chair, Sero's thighs, Sero's arms. You're not sure what you knock over or how your head isn't banging a hole into the wall behind you with how hard you're coming. Because fuuuuuckk.

Even when you're starting to calm down from this hard, rocking orgasm, your body is already thrumming and eager for another. Especially once Sero just scoops you up in his arms to hold up your entire body on his own, all to keep his cock wedged inside your pulsing walls while he brings you in for another kiss.

You at least find the strength to wrap your arms around his neck to melt into him as he sucks your sexual vitality out of your mouth like oxygen. He's completely taken over you, mind and body alike, claimed your pussy as his territory and is taking his time to break you in.

"God, querida, look at you." He fawns even when he pulls away from your mouth, "You gotta take a look at yourself. You need to see just how fucking sexy you look."

Sero makes a sound between a grunt and a growl as he sets you down on your feet and turns you around in a sweep so that you're face to face with your own full length mirror. And good god—

What a fucking mess.

Your skirt is wrinkled and askew, what's left of your tights are full of streaks of torn threads, one tit is spilling out of a bra cup since a strap fell off that shoulder, your messy hair falls over half of your face. And from what you can see of your face, your makeup looks like it's been smeared around with a wet tissue, but no technique.

It only gets worse when Sero wraps an arm around your abdomen to hold onto you from behind as he lifts one of your knees up high to show your pussy to the mirror. Your wet, swollen, needy mess of a pussy. That you can feel still throbbing even as he spreads you wide open to slip his cock right back inside from underneath.

"Ohhhh..." You let out a moan, but immediately look away from your reflection at the sight of your desperate, wanton expression. Is that really how you look when you're taking his cock?

Mouth open, eyes glowing, brows tilted up, tongue about to loll out...

It really is so slutty.

"Nuh uh, baby, eyes over here." Sero orders, bringing his hand up from your stomach to cup beneath your jaw and force you to look at yourself. Then he drags his hot tongue up your cheek before meeting your eyes in the mirror to whisper, "So fucking cute."

A shiver passes through your body at his gestures and words, making your eyes flutter closed and your pussy twitch around him, "S'cause you're so good..." you whimper out, giving him a more purposeful squeeze this time. “You’re so strong, and your cock is so good… I wish you’d fuck me every night, daddy.”

"God, you fucking vixen." He growls into your ear as he shakes your jaw in his hand until you open your eyes again. And when you do, you watch as his hand settles around your throat, and your own expression change with excitement as you feel him squeeze a bit.

With his hand on your throat, Sero's other hand that was holding up your knee now travels across the front of your body to clutch at your opposite side, keeping your leg held up by the crook of his elbow. Your own hands clutch to his forearms just to have something to hold onto as you feel him start to pump his cock back into your pussy.

Every time he's about to pick up speed, his hand tightens around your throat in warning. And every time it gets just a little harder to breathe, your cunt flutters in delight. Which Sero takes great delight in, judging by the proud smirk his face in the mirror.

"You fucking love that, don't you, bella? Hm? Love it when I choke you out." He chuckles victoriously, "And you love it when I'm rough on you. Don't think you can hide how wet you get whenever I throw you around. Your pussy's way too honest."

"Mnrgh!" You can only get out some noises of affirmation with his hand around your neck, which might be for the better. With your lust-addled brain right now, who knows how loudly you'd agree with him?

Because you do love it. You love it when he's hot and rough like this, humiliating you by forcing you to watch yourself come apart on his dick. You love how he fucks you so good that you get lost in your own desire and forget to hold your walls up.

You love how honest he makes you.

"God, just look at you. So fucking messed up over my cock. Bet that asshole Kaibara wishes he were me right now. " He says, putting on a more evil grin when he sees the surprise cross your face, "Yeah, I saw how he looked at you. I just know he'd fucking cry if he saw how good you look right now. 'Specially when he hears you say it's aaall for me."

You also love how honest you make him.

He's fucking you in the nastiest, most raw and exclusively intimate of ways right now, and he's still thinking about Kaibara. Because he just has to get that little detail in. To somehow prove to both of you that he deserves to be here.

It's pretty damn cute.

You'd laugh if you weren't being fucked like an animal and choked like a stress ball at the moment. Sero's strength is so fucking raw, keeping most of your weight held up while his hips just piston into you without pause to chase his own orgasm. Somehow you're always reminded about how strong he really is just as you start to forget.

When he starts faltering and grunting, "Come on, baby. Come with me. Want you to come with me. Let's come together." you bring one hand down to rub at your clit as he continues to pound into your guts.

"I'ma come— come with you!" You gasp when his hand loosens around your neck.

"That's right, baby. Wanna feel you come around me. You almost there?" He kisses your ear, then your cheek, "Can I come? I wanna come inside you so bad."

"Wait— wait, daddy... Just a little— mmh! Almost— almost— aghhh!" You whine out as you race towards your third orgasm of the evening, trying to time it so you really can come together with Sero.

"Fuck, angel. I'm gonna— m'gonna— ughhhhh..." He groans out as his harsh thrusting slows into longer pumps, with a few twitches in between.

"Yes!" You scream out not long after, walls dancing around Sero's cock in an excitable, squeezing hug as you come yet again. You're blinded by the familiar white pleasure as you throw your head back against his shoulder to cry out through your peak.

As you're coming down this time, you feel a deeply satisfying exhaustion that's similar to the endorphins that rush through you after a good workout. Like you've just sprinted through a marathon of orgasms to reach this finish line.

So you're only vaguely present as Sero releases your body and sets you down on the bed to help you take off your remaining clothes. And once you're as naked as he is, he lifts you up to lie your head properly on the pillow before he rests right on top of you, pouring another deeply moving kiss into your mouth.

Exhausted as you are, you find strength as you sink into the comfort of your bed and wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him back. And you just continue to make out with him like that for a while.

You don't get the least bit tired of it, because he's just that good at keeping your attention. The way he smacks his lips against yours when he pulls away just enough to press against them once more, like he's starting up a new kiss all over again. The way he scrapes at your lip with his teeth or lets you tongue at his lip ring before taking the lead once more. The way he just puts so much ardor and affection into the way he holds your face as he kisses you. It all sends enough dopamine into your brain to give you an overdose.

Before long, you're both breathing fast and humping against one another again. But this time, it's less hurried. Much less desperate and manic than the pleasure you were chasing after earlier.

This time, it's like a long walk on a sunny day. You're matching each other's pace, taking slow steps, hand in hand. Sero kisses you like he's savoring your taste, as if you're made of some sort of finely aged wine. And when he lifts his head to look down into your eyes, you're hypnotized.

The way he looks at you like he's clouded by desire but still very clearly intent with his actions makes you dizzy. How does he just... look at you like that? Like you're some vision out of a fairy tale or a manifestation of a dream? It makes your heart race and your brain crazy.

Unlike all of the gross, dirty things you were both spewing out thoughtlessly earlier, there are barely any words exchanged between you this time. It seems like all of the words or messages you want to convey to one another are shared through touch. Through kiss. Through eye contact.

One of his hands slides down your arm until it tangles with and laces into your own fingers. You can feel the intimacy increase just by the way he grips and brings your joined hands up to rest by your head.

Your free hand is buried into the hair at the base of his neck, just wanting to feel him and keep him close even though you know he isn't going anywhere. It feels like you could both just do this for hours until you fall asleep, but eventually you let out a soft moan into the fragile atmosphere, "Sero..."

"[Name]..." he replies, resting his forehead against yours as he reaches down to press his newly hardened cock against your lower lips, "Can I... Can I put it in... without the condom?"

You have no idea when he had discarded the first one, but it's no wonder why it already feels so much better... The direct skin on skin contact is warm and sweet, thick and smooth. No thin layer of film keeping you from him, or him from you.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes." You whisper more and more hurriedly, pressing kisses up into his face as if to communicate your urgency, "Please. I wanna feel you. Completely."

"Ay querida..." He sighs into your mouth as he sinks into another kiss, slowly guiding his naked tip into your entrance, "Me vuelves loco..."

You drive me crazy.

"Mm... me, too." You mumble back against his lips as you feel him sink in deeper. And deeper. And deeper.

Until he finally settles completely inside of you. For some reason, you feel even fuller than you did earlier tonight. Maybe even more than you have all the times you've had sex before. It feels as if his presence reaches parts of your body beyond what he can physically touch. Like his own soul is soaking through your skin to fill every tip of your body from the inside with his presence, his affection, his passion. And he hasn’t even moved yet.

“Sero…” you sigh out, body about to start trembling from sensitivity. To pleasure and to him.

“Hanta.” He corrects, “Try that out for me, mami.”

“H-Hanta…” you obey, voice shaking as you feel him twitch inside your walls. “Hanta… how does it feel?”

Does he feel this too? This enveloping, bone deep connection happening between you? Are you still just too drunk off of all your cocktails and orgasms from tonight? Or does he feel what you’re feeling too?

He closes his hazy eyes with a sigh before he falls into you for another kiss. Long and sweet, thick like honey, smooth like wine, heavy as gravity. And when he finally pulls away, he speaks with pure veneration soaking through his voice, “Feels like magic, baby.”

He’s kissing you again by the time he starts moving his hips. Your skin just slides together like different moving waves, surfing along the motions of each other as you rock together. Both of your hands are now captured in his, resting by your head as he becomes your moon, pulling you into his gravity and ruling over your tide.

Your hips follow his ebb and flow as you wrap your legs around his waist, letting yourself get swept up in the current. He flows into you like he’s made of water, but touches you like he’s made of sparks. Your body tingles from the overload of stimulation, but connects so naturally to his that you wonder how you were ever meant to be apart.

“Se— Hanta!” You gasp, completely out of breath and sanity. All that fills you up is him. “Hanta, you’re so deep— You’re so, so… aghhh…!” Your whine drags out as he shifts his angle and hits you right there. Right where it hurts the best. “I love it. I love it so much! I love—”

You.

You almost say.

You almost say it, but he starts gliding against your clit and sending you right out of your mind. The slow, romantic build is finally approaching a crescendo, and you have no control over what happens to you anymore.

“You’re perfect, bella. So, so gorgeous.” He praises deep into your ear, his words making it straight to your heart, further winding up your core to spring back. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

It only takes a few more strokes and a few whispers of your name to get you to come around him. And you revel in the feeling of squeezing around his raw cock, your walls singing and licking at every inch of him as you’re kissed out of your right mind.

When Sero comes inside of you, you can feel your body temperature changing in mere seconds. Lowering in shivers as he spurts heavily into your cunt, then climbing another few degrees again as he twitches and kisses your pussy back.

Fucking shit, this is bad. This is so bad because it feels so damn good.

You love it. You love soaking up all the fruits of your laborious love making, and feeling saturated with Sero’s essence inside you.

Or in other words, you love being filled with his cum. Fuck, you love it. You’re absolutely high with euphoric delight at the feeling of his bare cock pumping you full of his cum, and knowing that you asked for it.

“You filled me up so good, papi…” You praise, using your new secret weapon in hopes of getting him up and twitching again.

“You really have no mercy, do you, baby?” He releases your hands to push your hair back out of your face before cupping it to give you another long, meaningful kiss.

Sero kisses you for a while, waiting until he softens enough to make the pull out as painless as possible. Which feels for naught because the incredible emptiness you feel when his body disconnects from yours is deep enough to leave even your bones feeling hollow.

But you suppose it’s for the better, because if you just kept going you probably wouldn’t be able to stop. The Sero-addicted parts of your brain just wouldn’t stop going off. So you appreciate the soothing balm of his skin as he brings your back against his front to settle your body down with cuddles.

He never seems to tire of the kissing though, because he leaves them lovingly along your shoulders as he rubs a hand down your arm and side and thigh. But even with the calming effect of his soft touch and unhurried presence, you can’t stop thinking about what you just felt. What you just went through, as an experience. Every moment and sensation is replaying in constant loops in your head, and you can’t bring yourself to understand how something like that just happened.

You want to ask him. You want to know if he felt something even remotely similar. If he was zoned in at the same intensity as you were.

Turning around to face him, you wrap your arm around his side and put your other hand on his muscular chest, looking up at him to say, “That was… I’ve never felt anything like that before. With anyone.”

His smile is effortless as he places a kiss on your forehead and asks, “You’ve never made love with anyone before?”

“Not like that.” You shake your head slightly, the fatigue setting in enough for you to omit the embarrassment.

He leans in for another kiss, this time to your lips, before admitting, “Me, neither.” Then he pulls you closer into a hug so that your face is fitted perfectly into his neck, “You are so special to me, querida. I’m so glad I get to stay with you like this tonight.”

You can only hum as you burrow yourself closer to Sero’s body, hiding your enormous grin into his neck as you reply, “Me, too.”

You're sure that tonight is going to stay with you for a long while, for better or for worse.

—

After a few more rounds of passionate, mind-numbing sex, you and Sero inevitably conked out in your sex-soaked sheets for the rest of the night. But you still somehow managed to wake up in the morning — feeling refreshed — for a deep-cleansing shower before bringing him out to one of your favorite breakfast spots.

Sero walks into the cafe with you in last night’s clothes, while you’re dressed in a simple outfit with a bare face. He’s holding your hand the entire time as you step inside, order at the register, and find your table. As you're enjoying your breakfast croissants and coffee together, flirting and chatting about his upcoming trip and other things, a few familiar faces walk into the cafe to greet you.

"Sero! [Name]!" Hagakure bounds up to your table with her bright smile, Ojiro following just behind, "Good morning!"

"Morning." You both return the greeting.

Ojiro goes ahead to order for the both of them while Hagakure pulls up one of the neighboring tables to connect with yours and Sero's. You all end up gushing about all the funny or crazy things that happened the night before at Yaoyorozu's party until their orders arrive as well.

"Soooo~?" She eventually asks, rubbing against your shoulder with her own, "What's the sauce on this little breakfast date? Did it finally happen? Are you guys finally together?"

You let out a slightly nervous chuckle, since you knew this was coming. But since you and Sero only just agreed to all of this last night, should you be spreading the word already?

"We're just eating together after he spent the night." You circle around the question, "Since he's actually flying out this... afternoon?"

You look to Sero for confirmation, who just gives you a warm smile before easily sliding his hand across the table to rest on top of yours. Then he turns to his friends to properly answer, "We're together."

"Ah!! Yes!!" Hagakure cheers, smacking her boyfriend's arm in delight, "Finally! I'm so happy for you two!"

"Good for you guys." Ojiro congratulates you both with a smile as well, patting Sero's shoulder with a heavy palm, "Really happy for you, man."

"Thank goodness." Hagakure sighs heavily, "If it took any longer, we were afraid we'd have to really start intervening. Since Sero's been simping for like—"

"Thank you," Sero interrupts with a loud clearing of his throat. Then he aggressively moves on to another topic before you can inquire further.

The rest of breakfast basically consists of Hagakure begging for details about how it all went down, and how excited she is for the both of you. At some point, she starts throwing out double date ideas for the four of you, which sound fun, even though they're eventually shoo'ed away by Sero.

"I literally just got her to agree to go out with me. And I don't even get to see her for the next few weeks." He points out, "Let me have her to myself for a little while."

You exchange a small laugh for his soft smile before saying to Hagakure, "Maybe you can take me on a date until he gets back."

"I'm so up for the job!" She agrees before Sero jokingly protests about you already cheating on him.

The four of you finish up soon afterwards, but Hagakure brings out her phone to take a photo of the four of you with the front facing camera. "Say cheese!"

She sends it to you all immediately, and Sero looks down fondly at the photo as he pulls it up. You don't think much of it until you and he have parted ways with Hagakure and Ojiro and you're walking him to the train station.

"What's got you looking all goofy?" You ask when you notice his grin hasn't died down for a good few blocks.

"Nothing." He says, squeezing your hand in his, "Just thinking about how our photo collection is growing already."

“Our photo collection?”

“Yeah. Photos of us together.”

Oh. Right.

You suppose photos must mean a lot more to him than you originally thought, if he's already this happy about a simple group picture.

You did give him that polaroid of your mistletoe kiss as a sort of gesture for the start of your relationship, but you figured it'd be a one time special memento for that moment.

But if you really think about it, every photo can celebrate a moment. No matter how seemingly big or small.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why Sero enjoys photography. Because he enjoys capturing beautiful moments in life so he can celebrate them. As many times as he wants even after the fact.

"Do you want to take another one?" You offer.

"Can we?" He jumps on it immediately.

"Sure. I mean, if you're okay with my bare face."

"Your face is as beautiful as your soul, querida. So you'll always be pretty no matter what." He says, pulling you close to his side as he brings out his phone.

You're not even finished rolling your eyes at the line when you hear the shutter sound start to go off, but you quickly fall into his chest and hug around his waist to properly look at the camera. Though admittedly, you do still want to keep your face slightly hidden, so you just tuck yourself into his shoulder a bit and try to pull off some 'mysterious' look as he snaps a few more.

He laughs as you both hunch over to swipe through them, watching as your unamused, dismissive look morphs into an indignantly fond expression before becoming more visibly affectionate. Until it actually resembles something more of a proper photo of a couple.

They're not super flattering, but they're certainly honest. Something Sero will probably appreciate with his unique interpretation of his subjects.

"I love them." He confirms your suspicions, smiling fondly down at the pictures before turning to look at you, "All of them."

You tilt your chin up expectantly, waiting for a kiss, which he happily gives you before taking your hand to continue down the street again.

A small part of you wishes that this walk didn't have to end so soon, so that you could spend just a little longer with Sero before you have to let him go for the rest of the year. But another part of you knows you need some time to yourself; to bask and reflect and accept that all of this is reality now.

And you can actually give yourself the time apart now, because you know he'll come back to you. You no longer have to wonder or worry about when or how you’ll see him next, or limit your growing feelings for him, or hold back the things you want to share with him. Because it's finally mutual. Wholly and openly mutual.

Finally, your heart feels free.

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tbc

part 11

#sero hanta x reader #sero hanta x you #sero hanta #bnha x reader #yet another reference to a danny ocean song #yo ngl i kinda went off for the smut in this one #i didn’t really mean to bc this was such a spontaneous project from the start #*guiltily side eyes my other more Serious wips*#but sero and reader went through like 45k of miscomm to get here so i guess they deserve it #ty again to mia for helping with the french #drabble #mine

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hi nat!! 😊 hope you've been well <333 i've been sick the last few weeks 😔 but i had some time to start under the blue flames :'') 👍 can i request a halloween-themed drabble or short fic with taeil pls? :> -🚀

Hiiii!! Aw man I’m sorry to hear that, I really hope you’re feeling better! Being sick is the worst. I wanna say I’m mostly okay- just a little stressed out with some stuff at my job atm 😵‍💫 thank you for checking, this really made my day ♥️

Ahhh Under the Blue Flames!! I'm so happy you're getting around to reading it- that was my first NCT fic and was a big undertaking lol. I hope you're liking it!

You absolutely can request Taeil- here you go :)

[11:27pm]

Pairing: Taeil x Reader (she/her) Word Count: 1,311 Warnings: Alcohol consumptions, mentions of a fraternity

It had been two months since your ex dumped you, and your roommate was sick of you moping around the apartment- it didn’t help that all of the ice cream in the apartment was gone.

“That’s it, you’re going to the Halloween party with me whether you like it or not!” She shouted, irritated by the empty freezer.

“Why can’t I just give out candy to the kids in our apartment complex?”

“Because there’s only like, two kids that live here.”

So, now you stood in the middle of a packed party with a red solo cup in hand, and and a stupid bow in the other. Your roommate had insisted in shoving you into her costume from last year, not at all pleased with your idea of reusing your Princess Peach costume.

You scrunched your face up, grossed out by the messy concoction of alcohol the freshman fraternity boy has handed to you. You took another sip, hoping the unpleasant drink would dull the ache of the cheap wings digging into your shoulders.

Your roommate was in the corner of the crowded living room, chatting up one of the older brothers of the fraternity. You knew she would dump you when she got one drink in her system- but you didn’t mind too much. You needed to go out again and remember that you were allowed to have fun.

“Cupid- that’s a cute costume,” a voice behind you manage to say over the blaring music and chatty party goers. The owner of the voice moved in front of you and you couldn’t hide the smile on your face.

“A witch, very original,” you chuckled before tilting your head. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“We had physics together last year, I’m Taeil,” the man reintroduced himself and nodded as you jogged your own memory.

He sat a couple of rows ahead of you in the class, but typically he was always the one answering the professors questions. He was smart, cute, and was always nice enough to help any classmate who asked.

“Ah, so you could ace physics but not think of a better costume?” You taunted, earning a chuckle from him. The music drowned out his laugh, and was really killing your attempt at being buzzed. “Hey, do you wanna go outside?”

The backyard of the frat house was surprisingly well kept. Taeil explained that every week different pledge classes would draw lots for chores in the house, but the freshman were typically the ones who pulled the unlucky straw of cutting the grass.

“You guys definitely rig that against them. Poor freshmen,” you leaned back on the lawn swing you two shared, watching the gentle lights of the party go.

“We don’t! Plus, I usually get stuck doing the cooking,” Taeil defended.

“My roommate usually does the cooking,” you hummed. “Although, I make a mean mac and cheese.”

“A six year old can make a mean mac and cheese,” he teased. You stuck your tongue out in defiance, and you both burst out laughing.

“So, why were you dragged here tonight?” He leaned back in the swing now, his eyes level with yours.

“Hm, my roommate thinks I need to be more social,” it was partially true. In the past two months, unless you were working or in class, you hardly interacted with anyone besides your roommate. Not like you had many friends before your breakup, but you would at least study with different classmates. Now, you refused to do that, preferring to wallow in your own self pity.

“Had a bad breakup?” Taeil guessed, raising an eyebrow.

“No way it’s that obvious,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, your eyes shut in embarrassment.

Taeil shrugged, “his loss. Now, I get to sit with a pretty girl dressed as Cupid.”

You turned your face away from Taeil’s gaze to hide your blush. Even with the silly makeup he had on for his costume, you knew he was handsome and while you may not feel your best, he was with you as if you deserved all the attention in the world.

You had rejoined the rest of the party at some point, smiling and giggling with Taeil as you did so.

“I was looking for you everywhere!” Your roommate popped up in front of you, her baseball cap askew. She saw the man to your side and furrowed her eyebrows, “who are you?”

“I’m your ride home tonight,” Taeil half laughed.

“I’m definitely sober enough to drive,” you whined, noting the small stumble in your roommates step.

She slung her arm over her shoulder, and whispered (although, her whisper was still clearly loud enough for Taeil to hear), “I think he just wants to spend more time with you.”

Taeil had dropped you off at your place, and before he walked back to the fraternity house (it was about two blocks away), he made sure to get your number and schedule you for a coffee date the following day.

*****

“I hate when Halloween is on a weekday,” you yawned, firmly holding the large coffee in your hand. Sitting with Taeil at your school’s coffee shop, you noticed a few things. Every two minutes someone new would wave hello to him, and he would always greet them back with their full name. You also noticed how oddly organized he was- the planner he had set on the table that detailed all of his time down to the minute, the tablet that had every class perfectly structured, and his hair was perfectly styled despite the visible exhaustion from the night prior.

"I don't understand how you can still look good despite being up so late," Taeil flirted, his eyes not shifting from the schoolwork before him.

This would become commonplace with Taeil by the third date you two would go on to the bowling alley. Random flirtations mixed in with playful teasing and childish banter. In every way, he was a breathe of fresh air in the pitiful routine you had formed after your breakup, but after he dropped you off at your place after bowling, you realized you two still hadn't even kissed.

"He's just flirting and hasn't even tried anything?" your roommate asked afterwards, not looking up from her psychology homework. You had burst into her room shortly afterwards, arms folded and in distress.

You shook your head, "he didn't even do that cheesy thing where he pretends to help me bowl and is just actually rubbing himself against my back."

"Oh," she frowned, "he sees you as a bro."

You pretended to be okay with him just seeing you as a friend- you had just gotten out of a relationship- but you found it tough to not be bothered by this. You liked being around Taeil beyond the confines of a fraternity Halloween party, but you were beginning to worry about him not feeling the same way.

"Taeil?" you met him after chemistry one day, a routine that became commonplace quickly.

"Hmm?"

"Do you see me as like... just a bro?" you asked, feeling stupid immediately after the words left your mouth. He stopped walking and shot you a confused look you hadn't seen on him before.

You tightened the grip on your backpack, now speaking a mile a minute out of sheer embarrassment, "BecauseMyRoommateSaysThatYouJustSeeMeAsaBroAndThatsFineIfYouDoThatsOkayButIJustWantToBeOnTheSamePage-."

Taeil stopped your word vomit but gently grabbing your face in his hands and dropping a small but affirming kiss against your lips, surprising you before you kissed him back in the now empty university hallway.

"I didn't want to make the first move," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, "but, I do want to... potentially...actually explore us as a couple- only if you are."

You giggled, a smile now on your face you swore you lost as you then nodded at the man, "I would like that."

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arpmemething2 · 2 years

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Detective Quote Sentence Starters

Send one of the below quotes for my muse’s response

“Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.”

“How do we get ahead of crazy if we don’t know how crazy thinks?”

"There's only one truth."

“What a newspaper prints is news – but not always truth!”

"I am not the law, but I represent justice so far as my feeble powers go."

“The day that man discovered the tools to kill another human being, he also brought into being a weapon that could boomerang upon him at any time.”

“Justice isn’t something that you can just proclaim. It’s a feeling you should keep near your heart.”

“Romance and detective work won't mix tonight!”

“Unless you are good at guessing, it is not much use being a detective.”

“Yes, it was dangerous, but we are not put into this world to avoid danger when an important fellow creature's life is at stake.”

“You have a grand gift for silence. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.”

“There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.”

"You're right on the money with that. We're all like detectives in life. There's something at the end of the trail that we're all looking for."

“Laws aren’t perfect, because humans who created laws aren’t perfect. It’s impossible to be perfect. However, the laws are evidence of the human struggle to be righteous.”

“I’m not a psychopath I’m a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.”

“A big part of the job is looking for the worst in people. Turns out I excel at that.”

“It often seems to me that's all detective work is, wiping out your false starts and beginning again."

"You see, but you do not observe."

“There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I’m the kind that pays better.”

"Dead men are heavier than broken hearts."

“The harder the game is to solve, the more fun you can have, right?”

“Humans are suspicious and jealous creatures. When they see something perfect, they wanna find a flaw.”

“The real evil is the power to kill people. Someone who finds himself with that power is cursed. No matter how you use it, anything obtained by killing people can never bring true happiness.”

“If you’re gonna lie, you have to be consistent.”

“When we know who the criminal is, we can understand what set him off.”

“Looks like we've got another mystery on our hands.”

"Life's barely long enough to get good at one thing. So be careful what you get good at."

"The detective's highest talent lay in the gentle art of seeking favours under the guise of conferring them!"

“This is a world where nothing is solved. Someone once told me, 'Time is a flat circle.' Everything we've ever done or will do, we're gonna do over and over and over again.”

“A conventional crime story is simple - it's just a corpse in the river or something, and a detective with an alcohol problem.”

“The study of crime begins with the knowledge of oneself. All that you despise, all that you loathe, all that you reject, all that you condemn and seek to convert by punishment springs from you.”

"I think if you need to use a gun you're doing a lousy job as a detective."

“Detective fiction... confirms our belief, despite some evidence to the contrary, that we live in a rational, comprehensible and moral universe.”

"The criminal is a creative artist; detectives are just critics."

"The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes."

“You have to calmly dissect and scrutinize everything. Dig up the truth as rationally as you can, even if you have to sacrifice your own happiness in the process.”

“The trifecta: weapon, ammo, and impaired judgment. Throw in a little domestic violence, and you have the perfect recipe for a family slaughter.”

“Naturally a detective doesn't want to look like a detective, and give the whole thing away right at the start.”

“I despise the wet weather; all it does is wash away the crime scene evidence when you need it the most.”

“I see their pain. On some level I even understand their pain. I just can't feel their pain.”

“The private detective of fiction is a fantastic creation who acts and speaks like a real man. He can be completely realistic in every sense but one, that one sense being that in life as we know it such a man would not be a private detective.”

“Crime is common. Logic is rare.”

“A detective story generally describes six living men discussing how it is that a man is dead.”

"The detective and his criminal wear versions of the same mask."

“There is no branch of detective science which is so important and so much neglected as the art of tracing footsteps.”

“Every man at the bottom of his heart believes that he is a born detective.”

"I love people, studying people. That's the Scorpio part of me. We are natural detectives; we like to find things out."

"What the detective story is about is not murder but the restoration of order."

“You know what’s bothering me about this case? It makes me ashamed to be a man.”

“It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.”

“There are only two kinds of books which you can write and be pretty sure you're going to make a living — cook books and detective stories.”

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Ok I've read your hc about chill mc and I'm wheezing here 😂😂

Can we get more of that mc pulling uno reverse card on Sage every time he tries to fluster them and ends up the one getting flustered?

They sometimes play along with him just to see how far he can go (remember that scene in chapter 3 where he was like "why don't we go back to my hotel room" if you say "sure okay" he's like "WAIT NO NVM I WAS JK" XD) and MC ends up laughing and goes "calm down bro don't hurt yourself ;) "

You absolutely may because I find it hilarious

GN!reader, bit of sex talk

You're studying magic and you have a headache. It happens. Sage, in all his infinite wisdom, points out that hey sex is a pretty natural pain reliever ;) and you just look at him and go 'k' and start pulling off your shirt and he's bright red and already leaving the room because oh Anisa is gonna be so cross with him if he distracts you from his studies,,, like okay babe

He like,,, puts you against the wall like a kabedon and you just look up at him with the chillest expression and lightly set your hands on his waist and he's got his tail between his legs cause he didn't think you'd go for it

The pool scene in Chapter 6 and he's like 'its not like I haven't imagined you ;)' so you just start pulling off your underwear and he suddenly sinks to the bottom of the pool because he can't handle it

Chapter 8 when you guys go outside of the cultists lair for a minute to talk and he's like 'we can make everyone think we were making out' and you're just like 'if that's what you want we can just make out now' and his tail is wagging and he's all blushing and he's like no no it's okay,, no time,,,, hiding his face a little because he's red,,

You've been quiet so he hugs you from behind and purrs 'hey you look pretty down I could feel you up if you want' and you just blink and go 'i mean as long as you don't rip any of my clothes then go for it' and now he's a little frozen because he didn't think this far ahead

I just think this poor man doesn't know how to function when someone agrees with his flirting so casually

Sage: My outfit would look great on your bedroom floor ;)

MC: Let's find out. Lose the pants

Sage, ears pinned and tail twitching and face red: Wait no-

Sage: Oh is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? ;)

MC: ... Guess.

Sage: !!!

Sage: Wanna share your side of the bed tonight? ;)

MC: Or we can just fuck in the middle that seems easier

Sage: O-or that >\\\<

#fictif last legacy #last legacy #sage lesath #fictif sage #last Legacy sage #sage lesath x reader #anon asks #ozzy answers #Ozzy daydreams

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i want something just like this (Mileven)

A/N: Day 2 of Mileven week has arrived!!!! Guys, this story is my fluffiest yet and I also think it’s my best and favorite so far, I literally love it so much. Also, apparently I have a thing for domestic Mileven going on right now, so that’s fun, lmao. I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!! I’ve always been fascinated by the “main fanfic character dreams about original storyline/timeline” trope, tbh, so I was super excited to use it in here. (Spoiler alert, I guess? It’s mentioned like once, so it’s not a super big focus technically, lmao)

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x El Hopper

Summary: Have you ever dreamt up a story so compelling that you just had to share it? Such deep lore that you knew you couldn’t just let it disappear into your subconscious? Something so complete and deep that apart of you thinks that it must be apart of some other life, some other world, some other place that is not the one you’re currently in? What was it like?

Prompt: Day 2 - Stories

Tags: Fluff, soooo much fluff, guys. Absolute teeth-rotting fluff. Annndddd, lots of dialogue to make up for yesterday’s lack of dialogue 😂

Song Inspiration: Something Just Like This By The Chainsmokers + Coldplay

Word Count: 2,386

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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"Daddy, daddy, can you read to me again tonight?" Daisy asks her dad hopefully. Mike smiles at his daughter. They had read stories to her when she was younger, but she had insisted they stopped doing so, that she didn't need nor want them anymore. But recently, she's wanted her stories back again, and Mike and El are very happy to oblige.

"Of course, pumpkin, what story do you wanna read tonight?" He asked her, walking over to her little blue bookshelf in the corner of the room.

"I wanna read chapter 3!!" She tells him excitedly. Mike chuckles and nods his head, grabbing the paperback book laying on top of her shelves and walking back over to Daisy's bed, sitting on it next to her and leaning back against the headboard. Daisy snuggles up to his side and leans her head on his arm, watching and waiting for him to start. Mike wraps an arm around her and opens the book, flipping through the pages until he finds the beginning of the third chapter. He clears his throat and begins.

"Mike was entirely intrigued by El. There was just something about her. Something he couldn't quite explain just yet. But he was completely determined to figure it out. It was like whatever it was, was right on the edge of his mine but it wasn't really in the spotlight yet. Like it was making a slow crawl from his subconscious mind to his conscious mind. Maybe today would help him bring it all the way over. For now, he just had to focus on the task at hand, his current plans for the morning. 1.) Eat breakfast. 2.) Go down and give El breakfast. 3.) Have El go ahead with the plan he came up with last night. Once that was all done, maybe then he could focus more on other things.

He goes downstairs after getting ready for the day and takes not just two, but three waffles out of the box, once he's checked that no one else is looking. He waits for them to toast and then quickly shoves one of them into his jacket pocket, putting the other two on a plate and taking them to the kitchen table, sitting down beside his sister Nancy as he does so. He starts eating his food quickly, wanting to make sure he had the few extra minutes needed to go downstairs to El.

"Slow down, Mike, that's disgusting!" His sister complains from beside him.

Mike rolls his eyes, then gets an idea. "Did you get a lot of studying done last night?" He asks sarcastically, his mouth still full of food as he turns to look at her-"

"Why didn't he at least swallow his food first? That's gross. Boys are gross." Daisy complains from beside him.

Mike chuckles. "What, even your brothers?" He asks her, knowing that she absolutely adores her two younger siblings.

Daisy sighs. "I guess they're not as gross as other boys." She says, acting aloof.

Mike shakes his head at her fondly and continues reading right where he left off.

"Yeah, actually, I did." Nancy tells Mike matter-of-factly.

"What was your test on again?" Mike asks, tilting his head to the side as if in thought. "Human anatomy?" He asks her. Nancy gasps, offended and annoyed, and aims a kick at Mike under the table. Mike returns her annoyance and kicks her back.

"Hey, what's going on!?" Their mother asks them.

"Nothing!" Both of them say at the same time. Their mother just sighs at them and continues what she was previously doing. After that, MIke just finishes up his breakfast, puts his plate in the sink, and rushes to get downstairs. When he gets down there, he sees El awake and fiddling with his supercomm.

"Oh, hey, you found my supercomm. Pretty cool, huh? I talk to my friends with it. Mostly Lucas 'cause he lives so close. Signal's pretty weak." He tells her. She looks at him but doesn't say anything, so he continues. "I brought you breakfast." He tells her, pulling the waffle out of his pocket and holding it out to her. She takes it tentatively and begins to eat it."

Mike's next words are cut off before they can even start by another interruption from Daisy.

"Why does Mike get two waffles but El only gets one?" She asks him, looking up at her dad.

Mike tilts his head to the side, thinking for a moment, before looking back down at her. "I'm actually not sure about that, pumpkin. Maybe he couldn't take too many from the box so he only thought one would be best." He suggests. He himself wasn't even sure why it was a thing. He just knows that it's exactly how things happened in his dream, so he put it on paper the same way. It never occurred to him that it was a little random. It was more of something a child would pay more attention to than an adult, in a way.

Daisy lips turned down in a pout. "I don't think that's very fair. El should've gotten two waffles." She insists.

Mike chuckles and kisses the top of her head. "I guess you're right. I'll keep that in mind for next time." He tells her.

"Good." She says, nodding to herself as she turns back to the book in Mike's hands.

"So listen," Mike started again. "This is gonna sound a little weird, but I just need you to go out there." He pointed towards the basement door leading out into the yard and El followed his gaze before looking back at him as he continued. "Then go to the front door and ring the doorbell. My mom will answer and you'll tell her that you're lost and that you need help. But whatever you do, you can't tell her about last night or that you know me. Understand?" He asked, hoping El would get what he meant. She gave him a strange look and he tried to reassure her. "Really, it's no big deal. We'll just pretend to meet each other again. And my mom, she'll know who to call." He told her.

"No." El speaks the word that seemed to be one of the only ones she actually knew.

"No?" Mike questions her, confused.

"No." She repeats without hesitation.

"No you don't want my mom to get help?" He asks El, starting to realize that there was something more going on with this girl than he originally thought. "You're in trouble, aren't you? Who-who are you in trouble with?" He stutters, uncertain now.

"Bad." She tells him, leaving him to more interpretation.

"Bad? Bad people? They want to hurt you? The bad people?" He asks, his anxiety rising higher with each question out of his mouth. He wasn't sure why, it was more of that unexplained thing he keeps feeling with El, but the thought of someone trying to hurt El didn't sit right with Mike at all. It made him feel scared, but also angry. It wasn't a feeling that he enjoyed at all.

El reached a hand up and held out two of her fingers pressed together with her thumb sticking up, pointing it in the direction of her own head. Like a gun, Mike realized. Like someone was pointing a gun at her head. She then reached out and made the same gesture but pointing at the middle of Mike's chest this time. Then, she put her hand back down in her lap. "Understand?" She asked him quietly.

Mike nodded, swallowing. But before he could respond to her outloud, his mom called for him from upstairs. "Michael, where are you? We're going to be late. Let's go!" She tells him.

Mike quickly starts getting up, a plan already forming in his mind. "All right, I'll be back. Just stay here, okay? Stay here!" He says to El urgently, suddenly filled with a strange fear that she would decide to leave once he left the room. But El just stared at him as he stood back up, not seeming to have any plans to go anywhere else, and so Mike turned around and quickly ran up the stairs, out of El's sight."

Mike continues to read to Daisy until they've finished the entire chapter, ending off right as El promises Mike that she's okay when he finally lets her out of the closet. Mike closes the book and sets it on her nightstand, getting up and tucking her in all the way with a promise to continue the story tomorrow night. He turns off her main light and flicks on her fairy lights, closing the door behind him as he leaves the room.

He sighs softly, a smile on his face, as he walks down the hallway towards the twins' room. Since Daisy was in school, she had a more set sleep schedule. Her 3-year-old brothers, however, do not. Though it's not for lack of trying. Last he'd seen El and the boys, they were in their room cleaning up their toys from that day's play and activities. Usually once Daisy's in bed, they try their best to get their boys settled down at the very least to just do some coloring or watch a movie or two so that they're not running around while their sister is trying to sleep and they usually get to sleep easier that way.

Mike pushes the cracked bedroom door open the rest of the way gently, careful not to make too much noise in case the boys are already asleep, taking in the dark of the room. When the door no longer obstructs his vision, his face softens into an expression filled with love and affection. His wife is sitting in the middle of Jackson's bed, one hand holding a tablet that seems to be playing a movie while the other hand rests on her stomach. On either side of her are their two sons, Jackson on her right and Henry on her left, and both of them are asleep, soft snores leaving them as they lean against their mother's arms.

El looks up as Mike enters the room and she smiles brightly at him, absolutely glowing. "Hey." She whispers in greeting.

"Hey." Mike whispers back, returning her smile as he walks over to stand beside the bed.

El giggles softly as she pauses the movie playing on the tablet. "They both fell asleep right around when Merida's mother first turned into a bear." She tells him, turning the screen to show the movie on the screen, Brave.

"Oh, sleepy little boys tonight." He says, surprised.

"Apparently so." She replies. She looks up at him. "Mind helping me out of this trap they've created?" She jokes.

Mike laughs softly and nods. "Why of course, I'll get right on that." He tells her, reaching down and gently pushing his arms under Henry's back and knees, picking him up as best he can without disturbing him too much. He turns and gently lays Henry in his own bed, pulling the blanket up over him. Henry snuggles into his bed, sighing in his sleep and then laying still again. Mike leans down and kisses his temple gently before turning back towards Jackson's bed. El has now gotten up and the two of them switch places, El kissing Henry's temple while Mike kisses Jackson's.

As Mike stands up, El grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers together and heads towards the door, Mike following her lead as they leave the room and close it gently behind them.They walk down the hallway together in silence, heading towards their bedroom to settle in for the night. Once in their bedroom, El flicks on the lights and Mike walks over to their dresser to get out his pajamas for the night, humming softly to himself as he does so.

"Do you think she'll like it here?" El asks him softly. Mike turns around and sees her standing in front of their full length mirror, having taken her shirt off.

He walks over to her and gently wraps his arms around her from behind, his hands resting on her stomach. Her hands automatically come up to settle over hers and she leans back against him, Mike's chin on her shoulder. He meets El's eyes in the mirror. "I think she's going to absolutely love it here." He looks down at El's stomach. "Isn't that right, Anabelle?" Right as he asks his question, there's a strong kick from the inside of El's abdomen, and El gasps.

Mike laughs and presses his face into the side of El's. "See, she even agrees with me." Mike says matter-of-factly. He was beaming, grinning from ear to ear, and he knew that El was doing the same.

"You're such a dork." She says. "Both of you are, I just know it." She teases, rubbing at the spot that the kick came from.

Mike snorts. "She is my child after all. If not, we would have some serious problems." He retorts.

El playfully smacks his arm lightly, laughing. "Oh hush, you know she's yours." She tells him. Mike just chuckles in response. They stay like that for awhile, just holding each other and their unborn baby, enjoying the noises of nighttime in their house in contented silence. Eventually, El leans more heavily against Mike and she turns her head to gently nuzzle her nose against Mike's cheek, Mike doing the same to her in return. Then they both turn slightly and their lips connect in a sweet, soft kiss.

"I love you." El tells Mike.

Mike closes his eyes and rests his head against hers. "I love you, too. So much." He says.

"Good." El tells him, her words full of meaning that only the two of them would truly understand. And everything was exactly as it should be.

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A/N: So what did you guys think?? Please, please let me know!!! I loved this one so much, it made my heart so happy!!!! All comments and feedback are very much appreciated!!!! Hope you’re having an incredible day/night!!!!! 💜💜💜

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