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icallhimjoey · 9 months

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So, have you ever thought about this: Joey agreed to casually have sex with you but finds himself not being able to be casual about it at all so he starts trying to make a connection but you’re running away from these conversations?

(Having an intense måneskin-phase, can’t get over Baby said) ✨

- @nadixm

the way this request lit something on FIRE inside of me was a little unexpected, but thank you so much for sending it in! wasnt able to stop thinking about it after receiving it, so, <3 (girlies, this is obviously going to be 18+ so proceed with caution, and minors: fuck off) Wordcount: 3.9K

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More Than This

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

You were pretending you didn’t catch that.

But you’d seen him look.

Had felt his eyes on you.

That soft, half-lidded adoring type of shit, which was usually just this sappy post-orgasmic bliss Joe would swim in for a little bit.

Nothing more than biology. Hormones surging around the system and shit. That was all.

Joe would hook an arm somewhere and hold you in place until you gained the strength to let your combined sweat work in your favour, to let you slip free from him. Head for a shower if you were at your own flat – and hope Joe would let himself out whilst you were in there – or straight back into your clothes you’d have to pick up from the floor when you were at Joe’s.

You were in bed with him now, at his flat. You’d started by his front door about forty minutes ago – didn’t need more than a sultry look into each other’s eyes for you to be on him.

Joe hadn’t even greeted you, just stood in his own doorway and waited on the threshold for you to pop out of the lift. And then he didn’t step aside when you approached him.

Gave you no other choice but to launch yourself at him, did he?

Would only let you in if you were attached to him by the mouth and full torso, already ripping clothes from yourself or from him. Only then would he let you inside, turning the both of you around and into his flat for fear of you leaving clothing items out in the communal hallway.

It was like that with Joe.

You liked it like that with Joe.

Not much talk.

All sex.

Maybe a, “Is this new?” if you wore a top he’d never seen before, or a, “Blue, I like blue,” if he saw you’d changed your nails. Superficial shit. Things he’d see and could say something about to feign normal people chat. You never participated. Didn’t react to what he said. Would just yank the belt from his jeans which always either hurt you or hurt Joe.

And then it would get kissed better.

One time you bruised yourself because the belt whipped back at you, right in the face, and it had one of those metal pieces at the end that really fucking hurt. Joe had kissed you better for a long time then. All your escapades blended together, they had started to a short little while back, but you remembered that one time vividly because it was a real stand out. The way you’d gone from shooting pain in the face, pain that left your cheekbone legit bruised in blues and purples surrounding a bright yellow swollen bit of skin, to the pleasure of being cared for and being cared for was different.

Good different.

If you were feeling particularly needy, you’d refer to it still. Would ask Joe to kiss a random part of you better. You’d just point somewhere and go, “Am I red here? Skin’s not broken, is it?” because asking if something was bruised felt too on the nose.

Like Joe didn’t know what you were doing.

Not that it mattered.

Joe would kiss you anywhere for however long you wanted. And if he’d move away, and your throat made a desperate little noise, he’d just be back on you.

Anyway.

It was never anything too adventurous with Joe, but it was always good. It was good that you knew what to expect. Meant you weren’t scared of suggestions that would make you go, ugh, okay, this was fun whilst it lasted, but big nope.

Like, feet shit. Listen, no offence, but if Joe was going to suggest for you to step onto some pudding barefoot, this would be over real fast.

But it had never been like that.

Would never be like that.

You knew who to text for predictable sex that always happened on a soft surface. Where the rough person in the room was you, and you were by no means hard-handed. You’d maybe take Joe’s jaw into your hands a little rough every once in a while, because it’d make his pink lips look even more plush. Would occasionally leave teeth marks near his collar bone or around his thumb. But, that was about the extent of it.

Joe knew his lane. Could still surprise you within that lane from time to time, but you liked that Joe would never pretend to accidentally leave a ball gag out. No, oops how did that get here? sort of dumb shit.

No.

You’d lay eyes on each other and then get to a bed or a sofa as quickly as you could. Limbs tangled. Always kissing. Sharing breaths.

Joe loved kissing. Used it as foreplay but could do it for long without letting it go further until you’d grow restless, which always made Joe grin into the press of his lips against yours. Those were things you’d come to classify as one of the softer moments.

You didn’t mind a bit of emotion.

But kissing you until you were absolutely hungry for more, and then smiling where you could feel it? Almost too soft of a moment.

Those moments were tricky and were best kept to a minimum.

The looking at you after was one of those softer moments too. You were on your back and catching your breath as you stared up at the ceiling, and Joe was just sort of... staring at you. Slowly studying your face from the side, letting his eyes dance over your profile like he’d never seen it before.

Joe looked and looked and looked until you turned your head and he quickly looked away. Pretended he hadn’t been looking. Like peripheral vision wasn’t a thing.

“I don’t like it when you do that,”

Blunt.

But it was sort of nice to just say what you were thinking without being afraid of hurting feelings.

There were no feelings.

Nothing to hurt around here.

“What?”

Joe turned his head back and looked again. Less deep this time though. Not so hormonal.

“Look at you? After what we’ve just done I can’t look at you?”

He knew you’d seen. Was about to say he shouldn’t be blamed because it was sort of your fault. Had you seen yourself? Did you know what you looked like to others? To men? To him, after what you’d just done to each other and with each other?

He didn’t think you knew. Well, maybe you knew, but you’d never understand.

“No, you can look,” you lied, because you really did not like it. Made you feel all sorts of uncomfortable.

“But the looking away when I catch you does my head in. Look at me like you mean it or keep your eyes closed.”

It earned a huff of laughter from Joe who now rolled over onto his side to watch without restriction. No hiding what he was doing. You could only bear a couple of seconds of it before you sat up, stomach muscles working hard at pulling you upright, earning a groan that escaped your constricted throat.

“No, come on,” Joe’s hand was quick, moved from his side to grab at one of your arms. “I won’t look, all right?” he tried, like that would change everything and make you lay back down again.

You’d already scooped your bra up from the floor.

“I’ve got an early day tomorrow,” you said over your shoulder as you sorted the straps before covering your chest back up.

Joe let himself fall back as he let an annoyed sound escape him when you reached for your underwear next. If it had been any more guttural, you’d maybe have taken it seriously.

“You’ve always got an early day tomorrow,” he complained.

“Yea, well, some of us have office hours they need to abide by, can’t just go gallivant whenever we’d like, have to request time off and– it’s a whole ordeal,” you spoke like your life was burdened by the structure of a steady job and a permanent contract.

It wasn’t.

But, you know. You couldn’t go out and stay out late on random Tuesdays like Joe could.

Not that you wanted to go out with Joe on random Tuesdays.

You wanted Joe in between some sheets for an hour on random Tuesdays. And, any other time when you were up for it, really. When you wanted soft touches and face-to-face sex where Joe forced eye-contact.

No.

Joe never forced anything.

But Joe would go, “hey,” real soft, would repeat it until you actually heard it, and it would make you look at him. Then he’d hold your gaze. Was very intense sometimes, especially if you were close and he held eye-contact right as he fucked you through it.

If that was one of the softer moments was still up for debate. Maybe occasionally it was. Kind of depended on your mood, though.

“You got any plans for the weekend then?” Joe’d given up on trying to keep you there for now, and instead focussed on when the next time would be.

You shrugged. “Not really.”

Your sister’s boyfriend had a birthday barbecue that you’d attend, and you needed to find a good cobbler to fix a shoe you’d broken in a mad dash for a tube replacement bus the other day but – no real plans. You vaguely recalled other plans for the Friday night, but nothing was set in stone. There was still plenty of time for a little limb-tangling with Joe.

“Are you around?” you asked, pulling your top over your head, and standing up before turning to see Joe working his arms as he tried to place the covers back in the correct position from where he laid.

“Should be,”

“All right,” you nodded and found your jeans.

“All right,” Joe copied your tone of voice and the nod. You frowned at how corny that was.

“I’m stealing a drink from your fridge,” you said, stepping into said jeans and already making your way out of the bedroom.

“Squash is on the side,” Joe lazily gestured, having learnt by now you never just drank a bottle of water normally like a sane person. Then quickly and more pressingly Joe followed up with, “And I don’t want to find mouthfuls of my leftovers missing!”

You grinned to yourself out of his sight.

You were absolutely going to stick a fork into whatever tubs he had in there. You deserved it after swallowing Joe the way you had moments ago, and he knew it too.

“Focus on the important things, Joe,” you called back from the kitchen, going for a fork. “Like condoms. You’ve barely got any left.”

Fork in hand, you went for the fridge. Found a bottle of water in the door that you were going to put some squash into in a second.

And then, when your eyes looked towards the shelves, your breath hitched in your throat.

This idiot.

What an... all right. Nope. You weren’t going to do this. This wasn’t who you and Joe were and you weren’t going to play along with this.

You see, Joe was a Tupperware man – would always cook too much and then dump whatever he had left over into Tupperware that would fill up his fridge until he could go a full week just eating what he’d already cooked up days ago. It was a side effect of living alone and not knowing fucking portion sizes. Especially for pasta.

Almost every leftover Joe ever had in his fridge was pasta.

Made sense.

You also couldn’t measure spaghetti for the life of you.

What annoyed you about it most was how Joe seemed sort of messy, like any guy was messy, but the inside of his fridge was organised to the point where you thought he had health inspection checking up on him. It was all dated with sharpies – the leftovers. Like he was a professional chef that couldn’t get away with opening something up and just giving it a good whiff to decide whether that was still okay to eat or not.

Annoying.

But, what really got you, is that amongst the four or five tubs of dinner sat one smaller one. One with a little post-it note stuck to it with your name on.

This idiot made his fridge look like the one at your office.

One with Tupperware that had a name stuck to it.

A little preportioned bit of leftovers just for you inside Joe’s fridge, so you wouldn’t have to go digging into any of the other containers.

You took the note, looked at it up close and then flung it onto the counter. You ignored it. Went for a larger tub and opened that, ever the rebel. Let your fork run through it, messed it all up real nice and then took a big bite, grimacing at how cold it was.

Was still good though. Nice.

You closed the tub. Opened another.

Did the same thing – grimaced more because cold but also, it was really annoying how fucking good it still was. Joe either followed killer mommy food blogs, or just... knew shit about cooking. Was a whole ass natural in the kitchen when it came to herbs and spices and things.

Whatever.

You placed the tub back and purposefully left the lid off. Left that on the counter. Smirked at yourself when you closed the fridge and caught a last glance of your fork still inside there.

“Hey,” Joe stepped into his living room, in boxers and a T-shirt now.

You quickly swallowed and got busy with the squash.

“I’ve got um, I’m seeing my friend, he’s got a gig on Friday, it’s at a small venue near Brick Lane,” Joe talked in a casual tone of voice, made his way over to the fridge and opened it to remove the fork.

You feigned innocence. Ignored the whole thing as Joe reached around you to grab the lid you’d left out.

“Sounds cool,” you said, taking a sip to check you liked how sweet you’d made your drink. “Have fun.”

You knew he meant, come with me.

You knew this was his casual way of suggesting you could also maybe hang out together outside of the activities at your flat and his.

But he wasn’t using the actual words, so it was stupidly easy to pretend you had no idea what Joe was trying to do.

“Yea,” Joe spoke around a deep inhale, placing the lid back onto the Tupperware and then gave you a polite tight-lipped smile as he closed the fridge again. “Thanks.”

The way you wanted to squish Joe’s face to wipe that stupid smile off before messing that whole fridge up made your fingers itch a little.

When Joe moved to place the fork into the dishwasher, you decided that was your cue to leave. Man was cleaning up after you and couldn’t even leave the fork in the sink for a second like a normal person.

“Maybe see you after?”

It was a careful question, but one he knew he probably would get a yes to.

“Yea, maybe,” you said nonchalantly, slinging arms into your jacket. “Text me.”

You expertly left everything up in the air. You might have the time for him on Friday, you might not. You weren’t going to go see an amateur band with him though, that was for sure. That wasn’t what this was.

You’d been clear with each other from the start.

Hadn’t used the actual words, but, you were both adults and it was understood that this was what it was going to be. It was never anything else than what it had been tonight and good.

That was good.

You’d met Joe at a party you were only at because it was in your building and your neighbour had invited the whole flat just so no one would complain about the noise. A nice gesture, but never meant as an actual invitation. But it was the flat above yours, and you’d tried to go to sleep, but there were people out on the balcony and they had music going, so there was dancing and feet stomping and – it was all just, loud. You’d thought, all right fuck it, I could go for a few drinks, plan being you’d fall asleep much faster with a bit of drink in the system.

Joe was there.

You’d rocked up in an oversized T-shirt, bicycle shorts and socks in slides. Hair messy with the evidence of the stirring you’d done in your bed.

Joe’d taken one look and knew exactly what was going on. He guessed, but, he’d been right. He was looking at someone from inside the building. There just because they’d technically received an invitation, even if it was only so that they wouldn’t complain about the noise.

“Drink?”

“Yes please,”

For the first fifteen minutes of the two of you talking, you thought Joe was your neighbour. He was the one who’d let you in and who’d walked you into the kitchen.

Yet he wasn’t the neighbour.

Joe sort of knew someone who knew someone who knew your neighbour, vaguely. The person who lived in the flat above you was also a girl, something you weren’t aware of. Her name was Charlie, so you couldn’t really blame yourself for assuming the invitation had come from a guy.

Joe also gave you a drink that was so fucking gross, you immediately went, “What the fuck is this? Petrol?” and he’d gone, “You don’t like it?” before saying he’d try again, do a better job for your next one. You immediately felt bad, seeing as he’d mixed the drink, and had thrown the whole glass back to prove that the drink was fine.

Getting it down was a big task though, and your whole face contorted as you worked at swallowing every single last drop down. Made you shiver and made Joe laugh as he said, “No, no, no, don’t drink it if you don’t like it,” but it was all in your mouth already and fuck, that tasted like it was just pure vodka.

Which you then learned is exactly what that was.

“Dry martini with a twist,”

“What’s the twist? That’s it’s just a big glass of vodka?”

“I mean... yes, it’s exactly that, with a twist.” Joe said dryly and tapped the piece of lemon rind in his own glass. “Bit of lemon.”.

You had nearly burst into laughter. Nearly, because this man was a stranger, and you did come over to get a slight buzz going, so that just happened to work out exactly how you planned it.

“Are there any... I don’t know, regular beers? No twists?” and you’d craned your neck to see behind Joe, to look into the kitchen, which, you knew where the kitchen was because the floorplan was obviously the same to your flat.

Joe’d taken you over to the fridge.

Gave you a no twist beer.

And then later, you’d taken Joe over to your bedroom.

Had no twist sex.

It was so obvious you were looking for the weakest excuse to get Joe over to your place. You were both sort of scraping the barrel, didn’t want to just say it, because you had more dignity than that.

So you’d thrown out your fishing rod and hoped Joe would bite when you looked into the living room of your upstairs neighbour and said, “I like where she placed her sofa, that wouldn’t work in my flat,”

Joe bit immediately.

“Nah, ‘course it would, let’s go try.”

You’d not even gotten close to your sofa that night. Straight from the front door into your bedroom and then straight back towards the front door a short 60 minutes later.

And then it had been like that.

You’d text to check availability and then would either go, “omw” or “come here” and neither of you were ever too proud to pretend you didn’t want it. It was either a, “can’t im busy” or “ive got some time” and it worked fine like that.

It helped neither of you had flatmates you needed to explain shit too.

Except, if you had, you would’ve figured out Joe was somebody a lot sooner.

Oh well.

Joe was nobody in his flat, and even less of a somebody over in yours. You kept him in your phone as first name Joe last name No Twist and refused to change it to Quinn. He wasn’t any better than all the other guys whose last names were all Hinge, or the closest tube station to where they lived.

“Here,” Joe said, just before you were about to leave. You looked back and saw he was holding out the little container of leftovers.

You frowned at it.

“Take it, but heat it up in a pan with a little olive oil, don’t eat it when it’s still cold and stiff from the fridge,”

You kept frowning but held a hand out to take it from him anyway. This felt a bit like refusing to take a tenner from you grandmother because you didn’t need a tenner, but, it was still a tenner, you know?

“I’ll probably hate it,” you lied, stuffing the Tupperware into your bag.

“And you can tell me all about it on Friday,”

Stupid little smirk.

Okay, so sure, you were going to see Joe on Friday after this gig he had to go to. And you’d tell him about how much you hated his leftovers.

Also, if Joe was thinking he was going to get this little container back, he was wrong.

That was yours now.

With squash in hand, you said goodbye and made your way out by yourself. Didn’t need or want Joe to walk you out – Joe knew. Understood. Stayed in his kitchen, but did call, “Text me when you get home,” after you because he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he didn’t know you’d gotten home safe.

“Yea, yea,” you dismissed him, loudly said, “Condoms!” to remind him and gave yourself a quick once over in the mirror by the door before you left. Closed the door behind you a little more rested and satisfied than you had been when you’d walked through it a little while earlier.

Whilst making your way out of the building, you whipped your phone out and found the right text thread.

“can’t do friday, something came up, soz”

And then went over to your calendar where you removed “james hinge” and replaced it with “joe no twist”

James could wait.

James never made you pasta.

Joe did.

Joe would make sure you orgasmed – like, he’d keep going until he could feel the evidence of it himself, would make sure the question “did you come” was unnecessary, and would make sure there was squash on the side and now, Joe had made you pasta.

Yea, you were going to see Joe again on Friday.

You made the mental note to keep his staring to a minimum though. Would have to make him come and then immediately force him out of bed to clean the sheets, or whatever.

Less of the soft shit.

You were going to tell him his pasta was fucking disgusting.

Telling Joe you loved the food he made before climbing on top of him was too soft of a moment. Those moments were tricky. Best kept to a minimum.

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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through the current | b. katsuki

★ tags ; angst, pre-relationship, gn!reader, one-sided arguing lol.

★ wc ; 1k (???)

★ a/n ; this wasnt supposed to be long at all rip.

★ synopsis ; you get into an accident trying to protect bakugou and he doesn't take it well.

It rips through him like a torrent.

Katsuki slams the door behind him but you've managed to enter the room with him. He can't turn to face you, can't move. It's like walking through quicksand, feet trudging through the floor that's trying to swallow him up.

And he can't breathe. Can't do anything except tremble with some emotion that's shaking his heart up like a soda can. He feels like he's going to spill over if you say anything, but he knows you didn't just join him to sit and stand there stupidly.

Your voice is the same. Mellow. Softened. Concerned. For a minute, Katsuki wishes you would never talk again.

He almost lost you and everything else feels like white noise. Almost is a familiar word. It lingers bitterly on his tongue. Almost the successor. Almost number one. Almost dead. He hates almosts.

"Katsuki."

"Don't," he warns, fearful of what he'll say next. He doesn't know what he's stopping but he knows he wants to stop it "Don't you fucking dare."

For a moment it's completely still. Unnervingly, like you're using all of your efforts to make sure nothing happens. The whole room feels like it might collapse if it's distured, but you talk one more time. Touch the raw nerve that shows itself to you, like a bloomed flower.

"Katsuki," You repeat again, a little gentler than the last.

"I fucking hate you," His voice shakes. It doesn't do much else other than that, hoarse in how he speaks. Everything he's ever thought comes breaking through and he turns to face you "I hate you so fucking much, I—"

His head is spinning. Nothing makes sense and he doesn't even know where the words are coming from. He's buried it all so deep that he doesn't know them.

"I hate everything about you. I hate the way you fucking talk to me all soft. I hate your fucking stupid, half-assed ideas and your shitty late night texts," He points at you accusingly "I hate when you fucking call me."

"It pisses me off so much, you're so damn insufferable. That damn hag always asks me about you. What the hell am I supposed to say?"

He's too afraid to look at your face. If he knows you at all, you're looking right through him and he hates that part of you too.

"All you ever do is show up and parade yourself around in my goddamn life even when I don't ask. Always inserting yourself into my shit like you belong there."

He inches closer and closer to the very thing he's wanted to swallow, like it's waiting to shoot out of his throat. Everything he's saying is the aftermath. Like poking a straw through a lid where everything comes out around.

He can feel it all coming in at once.

"And you're always so—so fucking casual. Calling my name and coming over and asking me about personal shit. Who the fuck even are you? To show up in my fucking life like you know me? You don't know me so why do you—?"

And then he stumbles. He feels it, all of it. The tears start to slip and the hand that's been holding on has started to weaken.

"Why do you keep getting to know me? Why do you even—I don't get it and I've tried for so long to get it. To figure out whatever the hell motive you have, like someday I'm gonna wake up and it's all gonna be—fuck, like it's all gonna disappear and I hate that it feels like that—I hate that it—"

He breathes deep and wipes the tears off his face, falling to pieces.

"....What the hell are doin' to me? How could you make me feel whatever the hell this and then get yourself into some shit like that, you could've—you could've fucking died and—"

He looks at you. He can't stop looking at you, even if he wants too.

"This shit is my job. I'm supposed to put my life my line everyday, but you're a fucking civilian but you put yourself in front of me like it was nothing and I—shit, what the fuck?"

He's crying again, for god knows what time but this time he can't hold them back, angrily rubbing his eyes. He bites through his lower lip.

He hears your steps before he can see you, and before he can stop you, he feels the warmth of your hand. On his face, your thumb wiping his eyes. He wants to lean into you, but he's so scared to do anything but stand there. The minute he relents is the minute everything else goes with him.

And it's all too much, too sudden, too heavy so he just. Cries and scowls at you. The warmth in your face, bright and adoring and concerned and god—what was he going to do if something happened? On repeat, he thinks over and over that he couldn't stand it.

"Oh, man." You laugh tiredly, lovingly with a soft lilt "I'm sorry. I must've made you anxious, huh?"

"I hate you," He repeats, weaker than the last.

"I didn't mean to make you worry. And there's not an ulterior motive," You say, the other hand going up to cradle his whole face "There's not even any rhyme or reason. I would do it again, a hundred times over, to make sure you were okay."

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're so—"

"Katsuki," You say one more time, leaning forward to brush your nose against his "I do it because I love you. I don't mean to make you anxious."

This time it's all shattered, all broken. His knees give in and he finds himself crushed in the weight of your arms. You hold him all together like always and he wishes the world would disappear. That he could stay just like this without ever having to think about anything else.

"...Don't fucking leave, don't you ever—"

You shush him.

"Promise I won't."

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #writing tag #i love you bakugou

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schlattsdoll · 5 months

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Ok ok ok yknow those aphrodisiac chocolates? What if reader accidentally ate them and later have to ask schlatt to help (or vice versa) ( also ignore if this is out of your boundaries )

minors dni

afab reader

you found them on tiktok shop and ordered them immediately. you and schlatt didnt have a boring sex life by any means, but you were always looking for ways to spice things up

he did laugh at you, "toots, 'm pretty sure you just bought normal chocolate." before breaking a square in half and taking a bite of it. the dark chocolate taste making him gag, "ugh gross, it's not even good chocolate!" you giggle taking the other half of the candy from him and finishing it

fifteen minutes later, schlatt goes "doll, this isn't working. just admit you got ripped off." he kisses your cheek before going to his office to play day-z. about twenty minutes later, he felt hot all over, the blood rushing to his cock. taking off his headset he was able to hear a faint buzzing sound, and your quiet moans. jay walked to your shared bedroom and found you, nothing but his large shirt covering your frame, a pink vibrator inbetween your legs. "j-jay... please."

"fuck you look s' pretty. want me to help you feel good dolly?" he peeled off his hoodie and kneeled down to your throbbing cunt. your slick glistening off the light pink rabbit toy, you wiggled down to the edge of the bed.

schlatt dove in like a man starved, his large tongue making circles on your clit as he moved his hand up to insert a large digit inside you. "fuck doll, you're so tight. can't wait to feel this pretty lil' cunt throb around my cock. but first, wanna make you cum f'me."

he slipped another finger inside you, curling his fingers upwards, hitting that oh so elusive spot. he smirks as your mouth gapes open, hips bucking wildly. "c'mon doll, cum for daddy."

as jay picks up his pace he brings his other arm up to hold you down, "stop squirmin' so much toots. makin' my job harder." he jokes, diving back in, tongue swirling soft circles against your sensitive nub. your back arches, getting close to your release you moan his name out. what schlatt wasnt expecting was you to squirt allover his face, your sweetness dripping off his face and chin. "holy shit toots." he felt his dick throb in his pants. "can you do that again on my dick this time?"

#chuckle sandwich imagine #jschlatt smut #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt headcanons #jschlatt hcs #mcyt x reader

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cr--books · 10 months

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Possessive Natty

NSFW: Slightly spicy, mommy kink, age gap(LEGAL), innocent!reader, possessive nat, pervycarol, marking, kisses, ass slapping, grinding (not on natasha)

Parties were never my thing, I was 19 and couldnt drink so there was no real reason for me to go in aside from the fact Natasha was going to be there.

She had been my crush from the moment fury introduced me to the avengers, her green eyes reminded me of spring which was my favourite season, she was so beautiful

I sighed playing with the hem of my dress, wanda had left me to go talk to her walking talking vibrator

"Hi" I turned and smiled at the blonde standing infront of me

"Hey Captain" I smirked at her, she loved being called that title she looked me up and down and put her hand around her waist

"Come dance with me gorgeous" I nodded and let her drag me to the dance floor her hand slowly rubbing my ass and waist and she stood behind me moving my hips to the music, I giggled slowly grinding on her my hands around her neck, her lips started kissing my neck before she bent me forever wrapping her hand around my throat

I giggled sliding back up her body, a cough interrupted us, I smiled as Natasha walked infront of me and Carol, she was glaring at the blonde behind me before smiling at me

"Everything okay, natty" I smiled at her again, she nodded and grabbed my hips pulling me flush against her chest, I blushed as she leant down to my ear, "be a good girl and go to the bar and wait for mommy" she bit my earlobe looking at carol, I nodded, and she let go of me letting me walk away, not hesitating to slap my ass as I walked away I yelped and walked faster

I waited for about 10 minutes before Natasha grabbed my arm blood dripping from her knuckles as she dragged me to the elevator pushing me against the wall after pressing her floor

"Why was she touching you" I frowned at her tone it wasnt the nice one she always used with me it was an angry tone

"She just wanted to dance natty, why are you angry" I pouting, cocking my head to the side, she smiled running a hand over my chin

"My innocent little baby, you dont know how badly carol wanted to fuck you baby, but she cant you belong to mommy" she whispered as the door opened picking me over her shoulder, "I'll let everyone know your mine, tonight"

Once we got to her room she carefully put me down on the bed before ripping the dress off my body, I gasp and covered myself with her blanket

She chuckled and pulled the blanket off, "aw baby mommys sorry she didnt mean to scare you, mommy just wanted to see your pretty body" she kissed my stomach causing me to giggle, "baby, can I mark you" I nodded as she kissed up my body, sucking and biting I moaned arching my back into her, "mommy loves you baby" she kissed my lips before sucking on my neck

"Love mommy too"

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #masterlist #natasha x you #natasha natasha romanoff smut #natasha x y/n

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bakuhoes-bxtch · 1 year

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Warden!Sukuna x Inmate!Reader

Warnings: suicide mentioned (wasnt done), degrading, throat fucking, face slapping, and spitting (ONCE)

wc: 773

Notes: probs pt 1

Lets start off with the basics

You were in jail for something petty…almost

Petty being attempted murder

It didn’t matter, you acted out of self defense but everything was just against you that day

The jury was split and jail was bestowed upon you by some scrawny man who didn’t like how you glared at the man you almost killed…pussy

Jail was hell. It was smelly and 100% not your cup of tea

Fights every other hour, one pair of underwear, less than 10 minutes in a shower, it was everything you didn’t want or need in life

The only thing keeping you going was the warden

Suicide was an option during your first 2 weeks but the wardens visit is what deterred you away from any thoughts

He was tall, had pink hair, gorgeous tattoos, and just mouth watering to put it plain and simple

Basically almost every females wet dream

“Alright ladies you know what time it is,” His booming voice echoed through the cell block

This happened every 2 weeks, the warden checking your cell

Sukuna’s power in general was feared

The amount of power he radiated was overwhelming to say the least

You always found yourself with problems

Girls starting fights with you, hiding contraband in your room the whole 9 yards

You weren’t top in your cell block, however, you could very well easily take that spot

This time you were in the clear (or so you thought) you luckily haven't had a cellmate in a few months

“Congratulations y/n, nothing this time,” Sukuna whispered in your ear. He smirked at your face and rubbed something in his pocket

Your heart instantly dropped to your ass

thanking whatever god that was above. he found something but wasn’t holding you accountable…yet

He finished his search and left, a few girls were taken to solitary confinement

Soon enough you did find yourself in a fight, not swinging first aided you for once and you both were instantly brought to Sukuna’s office

“Couldn’t even wait for me to be settled in could you two?”

Your eyes were set on the floor, the girl next to you already allowing her mouth to run

Sukuna ordered her out immediately, sending her to solitary confinement

You however remained silent completely missing the questions and directions you were given

“I said, who the fuck put a shiv in your fuckin’ room?”

You were stunned but kept quiet

The world had always been against you, and the deep timbre of his voice and the small bit of anger laced in it made your thighs clench shamefully

“You never learn do you”

Next thing you know you’re in solitary confinement, on your knees with your mouth wide open to accommodate Sukunas thick and lengthy cock

Your eyes were glassy and tears were streaming down your face while you let the warden abuse your tight throat

His thrusts were sharp, not allowing any air to come through your mouth or nose for that matter

“Fuck your throat’s the best,” he rasped. “Thats fuckin’ right suck my fuckin cock you slut.”

He pulled you back and grinned devilishly down at you. You followed his cock eager to have it abusing your throat once more only to hear him laugh and slap your face

“You’re a filthy cock drunk whore aren’t you,” Sukuna asked. You whined and opened your mouth.

“Please sir, use me, fuck…please,” you cried.

He wasted no time with picking you up and forcing your head over the edge of the bed, giving him leverage to see his cock bulge deep in your throat

He couldnt resist putting his hand on your throat and stroking it opposite of his thrusts making him groan out, “Fuck, yes. God fuckin’ damn, take my nut you nasty slut.” he hunched forward and jackhammered into your throat, his hand tight on your neck while his balls were slapping your nose giving you the delicious lightheaded feeling

Feeling his cock go deeper in your throat made his head spin, you gagged at the perfect time, practically ripping his orgasm from him, “fuckin’ take it. Good. Fucking. Girl.” he accentuated his final spurts of delicious cum with rough thrusts

He pulled himself out and grinned at the mess of saliva across your face

“Open.” you obeyed and opened your mouth, earning a glob of spit on which you swallowed “good girl.” with a slap to your cheek he tucked his cock into his work pants

“Bad girls get reprimanded, if i have to I’ll put you in here time and time again until you act straight, you got that?”

You nodded your head with a dumb smile and watched as he retreated from the room, a small pep in his step.

lol

part 2

#🍄s thirsty #warden!sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna smut #sukuna x black reader #sukuna ryomen x black reader #sukuna scenarios #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #jjk imagines #jjk smut #jjk sukuna ryoumen #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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rosebloom431 · 23 days

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Ok, SMB AU idea because it is 1:25am for me and my brain refuses sleep

(The E-Gadd stans might come at me with pitchforks for this-)

(Also some inspiration was taken from my favorite mario youtuber for the beginning, so thank you to them for making such good content 💚)

So basically, E-Gadd uses Luigi as kind of a practice dummy for his inventions or ideas, if Luigi isn’t physically playing a part, he’s just there observing, E-Gadd is nice though, if there’s an invention where severe injury is possible, he keeps Luigi away from it and just uses Gooigi or the millions of *actual* practice dummies he has that he used before meeting Luigi. Which means Luigi observes for the majority of them. He’s happy to do so, he loves helping people, Mario however isn’t too sure about it, at first he was thrilled his bro was getting out of the house and had a sort of father-son relationship with E-Gadd. But all of that changed when Luigi came home injured from one of his trips to E-Gadd, it wasn’t anything too serious, or so Luigi said. But Mario wasn’t having it anymore, He didn’t like the idea of a Luigi possibly getting hurt while he wasn’t there to do something. So when the next experiment came around, Mario insisted on going. Luigi told him time and time again that he would be more careful and that he would probably just be watching, but Mario didn’t care. Eventually, Luigi caved and both brothers went to E-Gadd’s lab. E-Gadd was shocked at first to see Mario there, but he let it go. Luigi probably just wanted him there, which was fair.

E-Gadd sat Luigi down in a huge chair and told both him and Mario that the invention he was using Luigi for was a time travel experiment, he knew that time travel had been achieved before but he wanted to improve it, make it easier, do it his own way. This invention could achieve alternate dimensional travel as well, if he did it right.

“I’ll send Luigi to a different timeline just for a short time, maybe only 10 minutes, and then I’ll send him back here, for us, Mario, it will look like Luigi has just fallen asleep, but for Luigi, he’ll be in a whole new universe.. literally! I’m sure it’s stable and safe.” E-Gadd stated.

Luigi has always liked the idea of time travel/alternate universes, so he wasnt against this. He was a tad nervous due to him getting hurt last time. But overall excited. Mario was different though. He didn’t like the idea of Luigi possibly getting stuck in a different universe. Or worse… his mind was racing about what could possibly happen to his brother, but he didn’t really get time to interject, E-Gadd put a bulky headset over Luigi’s head and flipped a switch, Luigi’s body went limp like he had fallen asleep. Mario waited for the machine to turn off, for Luigi to ‘wake up’ and for them to both be able to go home.

He just wanted Luigi to be ok.

After about 5 minutes of waiting, Mario noticed blue lightning coming from the headset, He immediately ran over to Luigi and tried to pull the headset off, E-Gadd heard the commotion and sprinted into the room

“What on Earth is happening?!” E-Gadd yelled, very confused why Mario was trying to rip the headset off of his brother

“Don’t you see the lightning?! It’s malfunctioning! Stop the machine now!” Mario cried, he was desperate to get Luigi out of that machine, but that wasn’t E-Gadd’s concern unfortunately.

“I can’t stop the machine mid run! Someone has to be in there the full 10 minutes! the machine may break if someone completely leaves the machine for more than a few seconds!”

Mario was furious, E-Gadd cared more about his machine and what could possibly happen to it than if Luigi was going to make it out ok. But even though he was mad, he was getting more and more desperate to save his brother

“Fine! I’ll put the headset on in his place ok??? Just help my brother! Please!”

E-Gadd hesitated for a moment, but eventually ran back to his office and disconnected the headset slightly from Luigi’s head so that Mario could pull it off and put it on himself instead. Which is exactly what he did. Mario yanked the headset off of his brother, got Luigi out of the chair, and pulled the headset on over himself.

Luigi hit the ground a little harder than anticipated since no one could really catch him, Luigi slowly sat up, confused, rubbing his head. E-Gadd came out of his office and made sure Luigi was alright, they found out that Luigi wasn’t in there long enough before the lightning for it to work, he was just sort of in a black void the entire time. E-Gadd was upset his machine didn’t work, but was immediately distracted from that when Luigi started to panic

“Mario!! what happened?? why is he in the machine??” Luigi was confused, but mainly concerned for his brother.

E-Gadd sighed

“Your brother saw the machine malfunction and made me release you. But I wasn’t able to do it fully without something possibly happening to the machine. so Mario agreed to pull the headset off of you and put it on himself instead to save you and the machine… it seems the lightning on the headset has stopped, which could mean the machine went back to normal…”

Luigi smiled

“That’s.. that’s good right?”

“Well yes..” E-Gadd was hesitant to continue, “But… this means Mario is in the new dimension and I don’t really know how to get him out.”

Luigi’s smiled faded immediately.

“WHAT??” Luigi screamed, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T???”

“Well you see.. You were the only one supposed to go into the prototype machine. So I had a temporary lever to use to let you in and out, but it’s only supposed to let someone in and out once. Just so I could see if the machine worked properly. But since I already used the lever to let you out….

Mario is stuck in whatever alternate timeline he was transported to until I can make an invention to save him.”

That’s the AU! I’m not very good at writing though so sorry about that but let me know what you think of it and if you would like art for it ^^

#New AU??#let me know if you guys like this idea or not #I dunno what to call this AU if I do end up making art for it so if you guys have names I would be very happy to hear them #smb #e-gadd #mario #luigi #mario AU #I need sleep #dont judge me i just like the idea of time travel or different universe AU’s #i’ll look back at this tomorrow and hml

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ohdudedhesflirting · 11 months

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I will hold onto you (I love you so I let you go, part2)

Part 1. Part 3

Pairing: Seok matthew x f!reader

Warnings: Mention of adult activity but nothing explicit, insecurity (mentionned quickly). Matthew is very sad :(

Tag : @seok02, I hope you will like it Nina, thank you for encouraging me to write <3

Genre: University au, Matthew fell first, friends to sweethearts, angst, break-up.

Synopsis: Y/n and Matthew were in a relationship and Matthew remembers some of their past days, wondering when it went wrong...

Words count : 2581

Notes : I hope you will all love this. There is only one part left. English is my second language.

.....Under the cut ...!

High school, senior year.

Matthew was his with notes from his litterature class, earphones planted in his ears. He wasnt paying attention to anything else around him but what was in front of him. His bestfriend since he was born, Sung Han Bin was next to him reviewing for his physic class he had next period.

In front of them was Y/n doing some volunteer work with cleaning and reorganizing the shelves. Vice-president duty she said, watching her Matthew knew that she did it simply because she preferred to do that rather than doing her studying for her physic class.

Her and Han Bin were in the same class, Matthew was glad of course that there was someone by your side. But he simply wished it was him.

Looking at you he simply forgot about his best-friend presence next to him that was not oblivious to the way he looked at their common friend. Grinning he took a part of his notebook and doodled on it a little chibi Matthew giving heart eyes to Y/N before passing it to him.

The second the young adolescent saw the doodle he gave his friend the worst look he was capable of producing and lightly punched him before going to his notes that he just noticed were upside down.

Laughing at his bestfriend reaction Han Bin slowly took off one his earphone.

"When are you planning on telling her ?"

Eyes as wide as humanly possible Matthew was shocked at the simple idea of telling you how he felt.

Hanbin simply exhaled. He was tired.

He had known Matthew since they were 3 years old, and knew you since you were 6 years old. And ever since the beginning of high school, 3 years ago he had to witness every day his oblivious bestfriend just yawn over Y/N presence.

He was tired and just wanted it to end. Every day watching him try to look at you in the most discreet manner, trying to prepare for excuses to hang out just the three of you over the week-end, studying together...

The worst was since you had started your senior year, it was almost the end of it but Han Bin could swear that he could not even take one more minute of the behavior of his bestfriend. Matthew was always asking about you, texting in class.

"Is Y/N okay ? she had a cold this morning" "Tell Y/N we are eating lunch together in case she forgot" "I brought a scarf for Y/n I will bring it over at the break".

Matthew was fakely going through his notes, trying to give himself a good excuse to not reply to his best friend incquiries.

"I'm serious, when are you going to tell her ? It's been 3 years. How long are you planning to wait ?"

"Forever"

Groaning one more time, Han Bin just wanted to rip off his hair. It was always the same thing, he wasn't ready, did not want to ruin their friendship... Always more excuses, of course he understood he was scared. But you were simply the most oblivious person ever and if he did nothing, someone could totally come and snatch you up and then what ? Han Bin would be the one to mend over little Matthew broken heart. Truly he could not even stand the thought.

University, middle of the first year.

"Y/n, Han Bin wait for me !"

Hands full of packages, Matthew was running after his two friends that were already well advanced on the road.

University had been both a blessing and a cruse.

Matthew had truly found his place, he had made so many incredible friends whom he cherished, he had joined a dance club, and the best of it all was that he got to share that with you.

You shared every meal together, for him it was his little moment of hapiness he was looking for all day long. Every weekend he tried to make the most of his time to see you and hang out with you.

Han Bin wasnt really the one to tag along, he had picken up on many clubs and had made an even more important number of friend than Matthew did, which was a lot.

Of course, the young man was scared that you'd found out about his feelings for you so he tried to maintain a distance, but it was not an easy thing for him. He just craved to be next to you and it was so hard for him to not be able to.

Finally reaching his two friends, Matthew saw his friend, Zhang Hao, waiting next to his car. The day was special, Han Bin was leaving for an exchange dance program in America. And the three childhood friends had reunited to say goodbye to him for a few months.

The atmosphere was full of sadness and excitement, saying goodbye was sad but it was a part of life, of what was better for Han Bin and his hapiness.

YN was the first one to pull him into a hug, saying she was proud was an understatement. She always cherished Han Bin and the way he always watched over her all those years.

Freeing himself from her embrace, Han Bin smiled at Matthew before pulling him into a hug and whispering into his ear "Matthew, when I'm back I want you to tell me good news alright?"

Hearing this, Matthew quickly pushed him away, ears becoming as red as tomatoes.

He stepped back to let Han Bin hop onto Zhang Hao car to go to the airport, seeing his bestfriend of his whole life leave made Matthew feel incredibly empty.

He knew that him leaving his side was for the better. Than Han Bin had a life outside their friendship and their bond but thinking about the fact that for months he wouldn't be able to see him, that he wouldn't be at their place felt incredibly bittersweet to him. They were bestfriend, and breaking appart was just painful.

Matthew was never the one for the goodbyes.

Feeling a hand reach his, he looked over his should to see you calmly putting his hand on yours.

"Do you wanna get breakfast ? My treat."

"That would be great, yeah"

Univeristy, beginning of the summer break

Matthew loves being home. There was absolutely nothing like his mother cooking, hanging out with his sister and just being able to pull all nighters watching animes.

But his favorite part was definitely that he could just come and see you whenever he wanted.

He had grown up since high school, and what he always had wanted to do during that time but unable to due to his shyness he was able to do it now.

Everyday or almost, he was going to your place. He wanted that free time not only to relax but also to build memories with you. It was perfect and he enjoyed every moment of it.

But the blissness of a perfect summer friendship couldn't last forever. Not only was Matthew hurting from not being able to be close to you as much as he wanted which was hurting him. But you were also hurting. Why was he always there ?

So of course one day it came out.

As always both of you had went out on a walk, you were living in the countryside and there lots of orchads around and forest. It was delightful.

That day Matthew felt that there was something wrong. It had been a moment you were bouncy when he was around but this time it was defintely worse.

You were avoiding his gaze, being globally lost into your own thoughts. Matthew could not force you to speak what was in your mind and simply waited for you to be ready to tell him.

"Would you like to go with me to the natural park in like three days ? They rescued a tiger from a circus and I thought it could be a nice day out ?"

YN suddeny stopped in her tracks and looked over at Matthew. She was perpexled and Matthew could see it.

"Why ? Why are you like this ? Taking me out ? Why are you being so nice to me ?"

Matthew was left silenced for a few seconds, but what felt like an eternity to him.

"What do you mean ?"

"Every day you come to my place, we hang out. And it's great really, but why ? When we are at the university I understand that you could feel pity for me to a certain extent and want to keep me compagny, but here..? Why.. are you so nice to me ?"

"I don't pity you. I never did. YN I care about you.."

Matthew could feel the beginning of tears coming to his eyes, did YN not want him by her side anymore ? Why would she believes he pitied her ? He only had eyes for eyes since four long years and could not wish for anything more than to be by her side.

"Why would you ? I was always closet to Han Bin, we met throught Han Bin, is it... is it because he left ? Is that why you keep hanging around me more ? Did he ask you to do this ?"

"Yes !"

In shock, YN took a few step back, of course, there was no way that the sweetheart Matthew was could care about a girl like her just like that.

"No wait.."

The tears were defintely starting to fall down on Matthew's cheeks, he hated the way YN was looking at him, as if all along he had pitied her and just took her in like a lost puppy.

"I like you. I really likes you Y/n and I've liked you for a while. Han Bin wanted me to tell you, he has been wanting since years and I was just a coward that was afraid you'd reject me and I simply never did. And he left and he wanted me to tell you, and we got closer, and I.. YN I like you."

Taken aback, YN could not understand. Since when did he like her ? Had it been a long time ? Or was it pity..

"I am not asking for you to respond to my feelings, just, try being my partner for two weeks, give me two weeks, and if afterwards you are not interested, we will stay as friends"

And Y/n had accepted, she accepted the trial of being his partner, and finally decided to stay.

Those two weeks were not for her the moment to try to developp feelings for him, but rather it was a blooming moment for her to acknowledge those feelings. They always had been there hidden under insecurity.

Second year of university, middle of the year.

"And she just left ?"

Matthew slowly nodded over his head confirming it to his assembly of friends.

Zhang Hao and Han Bin, Jiwoong and his boyfriend and finally Tae Rae were all present in the living room, where the apocalypse and Matthew worst nightmare happened just the night before.

He had called Han Bin on the phone completely sobbing just after you had left. He had just been frozen in place and that until Han Bin and Zhang Hao came, finding him just crying standing up in front of the door.

They had given him both of their shoulders to cry on and had put him into his bed where he started to sob one more time smelling your perfume in the place you normally occupied when you had a sleepover.

They had called everyone over for the day after to just have a discussion and connect all of their braincells to try and undesrtand the situation. Also because Matthew was miserable and nothing was making him cry.

Seeing your toothbrush next to his in the pot had made him spiral into twenty minutes of sobbing, seeing your complete cow milk in the fridge had him hugging the milk with tears.

Truly Han Bin and Zhang Ho were not enough of two to take care of him.

Now they were all together, trying to understand why suddenly you just wanted to break up after many months of hapiness.

"Can I be the devil advocate and say that maybe YN never liked you ?"

Jiwoong hearing this instantly shot a pillow at Tae Rae's face and Matthew just starred at him with big doe eyes, what does he means by never liked him?

"Yn never told you she liked you right ? And even if you are doing all the stuff couples do, its not enough to say she likes you"

"Tae Rae shut up" Han Bin was the first one to react. But it was too late, Matthew just got even more silent hugging one of your pyjamas that had your smell on it.

"She is not like that tho, something must have happened, I'm sure of it"

Jiwoong was your first supporter, being one of Matthew's roomate he knew more than anyone else how you were. and he simply could not tolerate that idea. He saw how you looked at him and there was no way you didnt like him.

"What if she is pregnant and she just ran away ?"

"Tae Rae I beg you stop it"

"Matthew look its possible right ? And I remember a few days ago she was puking"

All of the boys face went to Matthew, that was a possibility defintely. But would you really be the type to break-up because of that and not tell him ?

"Matthew ?"

Now it was Han Bin turn to be worried, sure he had told Matthew to get his girl but not to become a father.

"No. It's impossible. We always.. No there is no way we are always prudent"

All the boys in the room exhaled, they were too young to become uncles.

"So why would she break-up ? Matthew did not forget any date, she wasn't on her peiod, she is not pregnant, and nothing had happened during your movie night so why would she..?"

The room fell silent once again before Matthew just started to silently sob again.

He did not understand the situation. Everything was going great. They were happy, yes their relationship had become known on campus but everyone congratulated him for having a partner.

What was the reason you suddenly pushed him away ? Had he done something wrong ? He truly could not grasp his fingers on the situation.

Ever since he had asked you out on that summer day he had been scared you would just refuse to talk to him and he would not be able to see ever you again.

But most importantly as he was sobbing on his couch, his friends surrounding him, Tae Rae apologizing to him and trying to reassure him he was worried about you.

Had you gotten enough sleep ? Were you eating properly ? Had you remembered to take off your makeup before eating properly ? He was always the one to take it off for you because you always forgot to do it yourself.

He was ready to do anything and everything to understand why you broke-up. Matthew loved you too much and for that he could only hold on to you, and hope for you to hold onto him.

#well... now you will have to wait for part 3 #evil laughter #it was getting too long yall #i promise the part 3 will be the last part <3 #zb1 fanfiction #zerobaseone fanfiction #seok matthew #seok matthew zb1 #seok matthew x reader #seok matthew imagine #zerobaseone imagine #zb1 imagine #seok matthew zerobaseone

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balanmlpfurryandmore-confessions · 7 months

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Spooky

Okay, imma be real, I woke up and just wrote this based on a creepypasta.

Which one?

No I'm not telling you.

....

Her eyes.

Her eyes glittered in the light. Lively and emerald shades, she never seemed to blink, never looked away from her captor.

Her soft platinum hair danced in the breeze like it always had.

The maestro told himself this as he danced with her.

Not many people died in the wonderworld, but when they do and are still in one peice.. well a peice.. he would pretend for moment they were his familiar.

For the next few hours hed dance with the young adults body with Santana's songs playing in the background on loop.

Right as Smooth started playing for eighth time over her body started to stiffen. By then he realized he needed to put her away now, or else how will he be able to play with her when shes posed all wrong.

Quickly he put her in the casket and applied pressure to straighten the body out nicely again.

He had worked hard on keeping her in one peice.

Emma was his love. The minute she expressed her fondness only a few hours ago he knew his feelings were true, but she got ripped away..

If only she didn't wait until the last minute to say it. Maybe if she didn't get married he wouldn't have shoved her off into those negati.

He had to get his temper under control, that's the 67th one, at this rate he'd need to be replaced.

Maybe the world could if he'd stop finding the young ones.

#balan wonderworld #ayo wtf #weird ass story #horror #basically what if balan was a serial murderer #true maidenless behaviour #i know none yall read these stories anyway.

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lightsoutf1writing · 1 year

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"Oh Professor~..." CHARLES LECLERC X READER

2Warning: Major flirting, READER IN 19 IN THIS SCENE, kissing, p in v, wrap before you tap, thanks mates <3

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As you sat there, in english, you couldn't stop thinking about Professor Leclerc. His fluffy hair, his suit, his rings, and his accent.. Oh lord, you're in too far deep now! You did your work in english, of course, but it wasn't all that engaging. All you did was talk about yourselves, and you weren't interested in anyone else but the professor you had next.

Thank god that the bell rang before you fell asleep. You got up, got your things and ran to the next class. You wanted to be the first one there so you ran up the 2 flights of stairs rather than waiting for the elevator that takes SUCH a long time to go up a floor or two.

Thank god, you were the first in there, but you were alone. The professor wasnt there either. It was the correct room, so you took a seat and waited. You made sure to look good for him, so you pulled your shirt down a bit.

After a couple of minutes, Mr. Leclerc entered the room, and you smiled at him while getting out your black pen and your exercise book, writing the date, and the topic of the lesson. He nodded and scanned your body up and down. You were drop dead gorgeous..

"Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N"

He said, before sitting down at his desk and plugging in his laptop to the projector. Another 5 minutes have passed, and no one was there. You then checked your emails, and everyone sent a blast email saying that they were going to be away due to the train line breaking down. Most students only came for half of the day due to being 2nd or 3rd years.

"Ah, shit. Well, the class is canceled."

Professor Leclerc said. You shook your head and chuckled.

"No, no, no, sir! I'm here, if you want to teach me, I guess!"

You said with a slight smirk before starting to copy down the notes from the first slide of the powerpoint he had projected. You were always a good student when it came to a subject you enjoyed. When you had finished, Professor Leclerc had taken a whiteboard marker, written the date on the whiteboard and smiled.

"Okay. Today we will be learning about the structure of cells. Now, Y/N, what do you know about cells?"

He said, smirking slightly at you. You tapped the pen to your lip and bit it before looking up at him again, your cheeks crimson red.

"Well.. Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, so its where it gets all its energy, right?"

You said, stuttering a bit before tying your hair up, since you wanted to make a great first impression. He chuckled, walked up to you and caressed your cheek, chuckling.

"Good girl, Y/N.. Now, let's continue the class- You know what? Fuck it."

Before you could fully comprehend what he said, he grabbed your arm, making you stand up quickly and fall into his arms. He chuckled and lifted your chin with his index and thumb finger. You were blushing and he smiled down at you.

"You're so gorgeous. Those lips, those cute eyes... Do you want me to keep going?"

You were thinking about him all day, and now that you had the outcome you wanted, you weren't just going to let it go. You bit your lip, backed away and went to his deck to clear it. Once you did, you sat on the edge of it, and you spread your legs, arching your back, trying to get him to fold and make you his.

"What do you think my answer is, Charles?..."

You said softly, giggling. He walked up to you, and immediately ripped your bottoms off your sexy body. You quickly took off your panties, placing them in his pocket, and he started kissing you. His kisses were soft, and they lit up a fire inside you, but as time continued, they got rougher... Sloppier. Charles finally slipped his finger into you while you got to work on undoing his pants. He softly thrusted his finger in there, making you needy. Making you beg for more.

"Daddy.... Oh fuck..."

You moaned softly.

He didn't realise how wet you really were until that point, and viewing your juices drip onto the tabletop made him needy beyond his wildest dreams. Charles slipped his fingers out, makign you whimper as you felt the emptiness, and brought you closer to him by grabbing both of your thighs and pulling you into his grasp. He wanted to enjoy every aspect of you before he began, so he kissed both of your legs from knee to inside of your thigh.

Your hips were already trembling at the contact when Charles finally gave you a sneaky kiss on the clit. He laughed once more at how ready you were for him to touch you. So dependent. He circled your clit with his tongue in mockery. You are restricted from moving much by his tightly wrapped arm around your stomach.

You attempted to stifle the groans that were coming out of you with barely any effort by biting down on your lip.

"Please be gentle, Charles"

You whimpered as he he eventually started applying pressure to you, the ecstasy spread throughout your skin. It became unbearable to feel his tongue squeezing between your folds and his nose rubbing against your clit while doing so.

You feel shockwaves running through you from the additional excitement of his moustache brushing against your delicate skin.

How easily Charles could push you over the brink was embarrassing. However, he knew exactly where to please you and he knew that by doing that, your eyes would roll to the back of your head, and your back would curve. You were fortunate to find him so quickly since every lady dreams of meeting a guy or girl who can make them feel this way.

Although the sensation of his tongue against you was unfamiliar, you knew you would soon be able to let go as he concurrently brought his thumb up to circle your clit. Likewise, Charles. When Charles sucked again, your breathing got rapid, you could feel your release coming closer, and the feeling was just about to take over your entire body. Your groaning against him caused him to be able to stick his tongue inside your mouth. Your smooth skin was rubbed against his stubble, which caused you to whimper into the classroom's open space. Your fucking professor just made you cum.. Wow…

He got up again, and kissed your soft lips before hearing the bell ring loudly. He quickly scribbled his number on a piece of paper. and slipped it to your bra as you put it on. You quickly put your panties and skirt on aswell, and ran out the door, trying to make it look like you hadn't just came in your professor's mouth. You knew this wasn't just going to be a one time thing.

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this post is just to send to my therapist but read if you want to hear the story of how I fell in love with Scorpio (copied from my instagram posts made at the time)

OK PART 1 STORYTIMEE so it was thursday evening i think and i was at bens house and i wanted to (nothing new) rip my head off bc ben was fucking irritating as always nothing new ! i was swiping on tinder no biggie and i matched with andy so i sent him a message telling him i thought he was cute, already within 5 seconds of convo i thought he was either a) just a really confident and aggressively extroverted person or b) legitimately insane, and then after five minutes he asked (since id only be there til sunday) if i wanted to meet up to play piano for funsies and i said Fuck yea! we met halfway at a cute little park and started chatting and he was suchhh a sweetheart and told me more about what this date was on the way back to his area, we ended up staying the night at a church he works at to play on their piano and just goof off but when i tell youuuuy i wasnt ready to a) be serenaded and b) be so encouraged and supported by himm...!!!! im already nervous about piano and playing for people bc im self taught and definitely playing for somebody whos classically trained (and that im trying to court no less) didnt help either but he was so sweet and so genuinely impressed and from the way he said he was going crazy for me i swearrr my heart started doing flipsss he was so sweet we literally just played music with/for each other with candles lit for like 2 hourss then after that we danced with each other and sang spanish love songs and then i geeked about classical music i liked to him and he listened through all my half baked analyses and he was just 🥺🥺🥺 unbelievaaableeeee

anyway we did end up fucking and sleeping in the church BUT besides the point anyway the next day he had promised to go to a weekend nudist retreat with his friend and i was like yes of course i had a wonderful time with you i hope u enjoy the retreat etc. but on the inside i was using my intestines to snap my ribs and stab myself in the heart and lungs bc i knew i was going to have to stay with ben the rest of the trip after such an amazing night... fast forward to friday evening and andy texts me saying his friend was being a prick and that if i was willing to hang out hed come back early and spend time with me... now mind you im not one to celebrate someones misfortunes nor encourage ill sentiment between people... but i DEFINITELY was very happy that i was going to get to see andy again so of course i said "yes please literally kidnap me" and so saturday morning we meet at the park again and he tells me about why his short trip was shit and i tell him about why mine had been shit bc i forgot to explain it thursday night and then we agree to forget about both our shitty gay friends and have fun so he takes me to laguna beach and we go free diving/snorkeling (its my first time) and as soon as we step back onto the beach from like 30 minutes of diving all he does is shower me in praise and kiss me and tell me how impressed he is and all i could think was 🥺 wow and tbh looking back im not sure if me losing my balance and breath at that moment was because of lack of oxygen or because of him flattering me but anyway we got all our stuff and went to a second point to snorkel again, it was high tide so it was hard to get past the rocky part at first and he ended up getting cut trying to wait for me but he assured me it was ok and we swam out together and saw some beautiful sea grass fields and kelp forests 🥺🥺 then after that we went and got dinner and i managed to cover the bill while he was in the bathroom jejeje >:) he tried to pay me back but i just used the cash he gave me as an extra tip (a 100% tip ! yup yup) then after that we went to a second beach and after like 30 mins of looking for parking managed to find a spot!! continued in next post

PART 3 but yea we found a spot and played volleyball and watched the sunset and once i started getting back into the groove of playing (i hadnt played in a HOTTT minute) he was sooo sweet and playfully competitive and im jushdktnrkdjr just so fun and then after that we walked down towards pier and he was blasting music and dancing and ngl i was rly nervous about it but everybody was just super chill and some ppl even started dancing w him and i thought it was so cutee so i just started dancing along side him all the way down to the showers to rinse off and at the showers we just full on started salsa dancing with each other and everybody was so supportive and im 🥺🥺 then after that we went back to the car and started driving back to LA and we came up w the idea to just get a hotel room and have him take me to the airport in the morning and we DID IT also mind you every single time we were in the car we were showing each other music and it was mostly me showing him music and then me geeking and fawning over different artists or pieces in front of him ANYWAYprobably the weirdest part was dropping by bens place to get my stuff but yknow what the brief minute of awkwardness was WORTHHH getting to spend the rest of my time with andy cuz the hotel was so cute we just cuddled and ordered thai food (they fucked up our order so we got a second batch of food for free) and listened to more music and im just 🥺 the next morning he had to rush out because we woke up late and he had promised a friend of his to pick her up from somewhere and he ended up leaving his shirt behind and i still dk if it was on purpose 🥺 after that i took a lyft to the airport and yeah that was my story of how i became obsessed w this cute music teacher 🗿

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slightlyaboveaverageiq · 23 hours

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A Black Rose Among Sunflowers (part 1)

A/N: Okay so a couple things 1. this story is dark, not dark!Reid but part mentions of CSA, childhood sexual abuse, alcohol addiction, PTSD from the CSA, abusive relationships, and domestic violence. The story while also have allusions to dark smutty books such as Haunting Adeline and other books ive read and those come with their own trigger warning so you may want to look at those before reading this. Also we don't kink shame anyone who likes these things CONSENSUALLY and who are above the age of 18. You do you baby boos, that being said minors DNI.

Word Count 2.2k

I bit my lip and gently pushed my key in the lock, it was late, later than I had originally told Casey i would be but with any luck he would have drank himself into oblivion and I would just be able to sneak in. The lights were all out and I breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed the door shut quietly behind me, freezing as the click of the lock seemed to echo through the apartment. I walked down the hallway and placed my keys on the counter not wanting to take the chance of the sound of metal hitting glass waking Casey up. I walked into the kitchen and rolled my eyes seeing the dirty dishes from what I presumed to be just enough dinner to keep him from throwing up like a sloppy drunk but not enough to take his buzz away. Checking the fridge I confirmed my suspicions that he didn't make enough for two, I would probably get some drunken rambling about “If you just cared about me as much as your slut stories we might have dinner together everyone once in a while.” Well maybe if I wasnt subjected to mediocre sex that lasted all of seven minutes with someone who didn't smell like a damn distillery I might not need to live in the world of make believe smutty daddies. I mean honestly who wants to just have their cervix poked awkwardly while their boyfriend completely misses their clit and then gets mad they didnt get off?

“You’re late Addie.” I stilled at the sound of his voice and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Casey had stayed up waiting for me several times and it always led to a confrontation, usually just ending in words being exchanged, maybe a broken glass or two thrown by either one of us, and a ‘whore’ followed by a ‘fuck you’ and me slamming the door and walking to Gabriella (my sister’s house) to sleep for the night. But this…no the energy was off tonight his voice was condescendly sweet and his hands trailed along the back of my neck but the pressure suggested this wasn’t out of concern. No, he was absolutely livid but yet he was calm as a priest and all of the alarm bells went off in my brain.

“I…I lost track of time. And when i saw how late it was i just thought-”

“Thought i would forget and be asleep? Thought Casey’s probably already passed out cold so i might as well just keep doing whatever the fuck I want? Even though I’m in a goddamn relationship and should be at home?” I shivered and moved to step around him but his hand closed around the back of my scalp tightly, my blue tinted hair being ripped out by the root. A sharp cry left my mouth and I instantly clapped a hand over my mouth but it was already too late. Casey had heard it and that meant so had potentially the neighbors, and Casey sure as hell wasn’t going back to jail. A harsh slap came across my cheek and I fell to the ground. I raised my head to look at him but all I got was a faceful of the bottom of his work boots before a sickening squelsh was heard as it made contact with my eye. I'm actually pretty sure the toe of his boot got stuck in my eye goop for a second. Gross.

“One of us has to pay the rent, and we know damn well it’s not going to be you.” Why the hell did my adhd and my inability to filter my thoughts have to make its appearance right now? Apparently my brain just doesn't understand the idea of self preservation because instead of making a break for the door in Casey’s moment of stunned silence I just stood there staring him down like I’m 6’2” instead of 5’2”. I always joked with my sister Gabriella that men couldnt hurt me because of our father, that a 6 '1'' 200 something pound man beating the shit out of a 6 year old and me surviving meant i could square up with anyone. Like an older sister would be she was mortified and tried to get me to see reason. Mainly: No Adrienne just because you survived horrific child abuse does NOT mean you should go out seeking conflict with grown men just to prove yourself. Alas, my sister got all of the common sense and I got all of the anger issues which has led to my current predicament.

“The FUCK did you just say to me you stupid bitch?” Come on brain do something don’t just have me stand here like a fucking idiot. Casey reached for me but I dodged out of the way picking up one of the sausage pokers (is that what they're called? Whatever the prong looking kitchen utensil you shove inside meat to flip it over, I'd rather shove it up Casey’s meat though). He paused for a moment before he let out a hearty laugh and to be honest if this were a scene in a movie I would probably be laughing too, like what kind of dumb bitch picks up a sausage poker instead of KNIFE when they're in the middle of a domestic assault in their kitchen? “Come on little love, we both know you're not going to do anything with that. Put it down and be a good girl and suck my cock and I might not leave too many bruises' ' I felt my stomach twist at his words and was instantly thrown back to an eerily similar conversation with my father when I was 9. 9 year old little me who couldnt fight back when he would beat me black and blue with a belt, little 9 year old me that couldnt fight back as he savagely raped me because ‘this is how daddies show their love now be a good little girl and suck my cock’

“Fuck off Casey…just just get out.” He was walking closer to me and my blue eyes widened seeing that 1. His pupils were huge and 2. Casey had an erection. Ew, who the hell gets turned on being threatened to be stabbed is this like the backwards version of Haunting Adeline? Only it's not a gun going up a pussy, it's a sausage poker going..well anywhere i can get him really. He walked closer to me again and I swung the poked at him. “I said get out you cunt” His eyes narrowed and he lunged at me, I closed my eyes and moved the poker forward and twisted when i felt it come in contact with his skin. OH GOD I was twisting around the muscle inside Casey’s leg. I watched him fall to the ground and thankfully I gained a brain cell in the process and practically ripped my door off the hinges fleeing in the process. Not paying attention to where my legs were taking me just wanting to put as much distance between Casey and myself in case he magically became the hulk and ran after me. I sighed when I saw the 24/7 cafe Lilianna’s appear in my vision. I threw the door open and I'm sure I looked a sight because Lilliana dropped the latte she was pouring causing the customer to frown and turn to see what could have caused the beverage to be spilled.

“Adrienne-” I was about to brush her off but the man was already standing and held my chin in his hand forcing my chin up so he could look at my eye, or whatever was left of it and dear sweet jesus I’m pretty sure this man is what inspires the smutty authors because he is both delicious and terrifying.

“What happened?” His voice was low and gravelly, obviously physically and judging by the cold calculatedness in his eyes probably emotionally exhausted. His hazel eyes stared into mine, at least they looked hazel blood pouring out of your eye really fucks up you vision. Some kind of badge and gun situated on his right hip, ah law enforcement then, no wonder he jumped up so quickly. For a moment I thought about lying but something about his face suggested it would be a bad idea.

“Dr. Reid if I may…Casey Thomas is a nasty piece of work, that's her boyfriend.” Lilliana’s voice was soft but also strangled, poor woman I was going to have to buy multiple coffees for the rest of my life to make up for the trauma I'm sure I just caused her to witness. His eyebrows raised in a silent question and I nodded my head because apparently shock is you know a thing and I’m fairly certain I'm slipping into it now that the adrenaline has worn off.

“Let’s go.” In hindsight I probably should have fought harder to stay with Lilliana because even though this cop has the credentials of a man he's still..well a man and I'm definitely at a disadvantage with my blooded eye and my now bleeding scalp. Should’ve taken the poker with me, I read somewhere if you take impaled objects out, well damn i probably kept the fucker alive keeping it in there. I couldn't help the chuckle that came out of my mouth and Dr. Reid looked down at me worriedly.

“Don’t worry doc im not delirious from blood loss, I was just thinking about how I kept the sausage poker shoved in Casey’s thigh and so I’m probably the only reason that fucker didnt bleed out.” I really probably should've just kept my mouth shut because I don't know how close to a confession that could be to attempted murder and I just admitted that to a cop. A pretty cop but a cop nonetheless. I gave him directions to my apartment and he walked up the stairs, gun drawn, I'm sure he was prepared for a lethal Casey, and to be honest so was I. I waited in the car for him and 15 minutes later he reappeared talking to someone on the phone.

“I’m with her now Em. I'll let you know when I know more. …Yeah her apartment is like two down from mine so you know the address. …Alright see you soon.” He disconnected the call and a tired sigh came out of his mouth before he ran his hands through his unruly hair. “My name is Spencer Reid, I work for the BAU. That was my boss Emily, they're coming to check out your apartment. Casey wasn't there.” I felt a shiver wrack through my body out of fear or just exhaustion I don't know. “I’ll need to take your statement about what happened tonight, but let’s get you cleaned up first.” I nodded and he opened the car door for me and started leading me up the stairs just as black SUVs with flashing blue and red lights appeared in the parking lot.

“Reid!” We both turned around at the voice and a dark brunette woman in a power suit got out of the driver's side and walked over, her hard expression faltering slightly when she saw my bloodied face but it was quickly replaced by a cold, stoic expression. So this must be Emily, definitely a bombshell powerhouse, good for her, fuck the patriarchy and all that jazz.

“This is Adreinne-”

“I’m Adrienne Wilson, even though I guess I resemble something out of a horror film right now. My uh…my boyfriend was drunk and angry that I got back so late, he was waiting for me and I'm sure his boot is now covered in my eye juice. Should've shoved the poker up his sausage but I really didn't want to see that…oh shit can I go to jail for that?” Emily and Spencer both looked at me with a mixture of concern and amusement in their eyes.

“I didn't hear anything. Spencer said he would look you over while we collect evidence from your apartment. Would you like a female member of our team to go with you?” Yes probably should have been the logical answer but I found myself squeezing his hand tighter and slightly hiding behind his larger frame. Emily looked from me, to Spencer, back to me. “Understandable, Reid, bring her back to the office once you get her cleaned up.” He nodded and with a gentle yet firm hand on my lower back he led me to his apartment. I smiled seeing all the books cluttering the area. He disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared with both a soapy cloth and just a warm wet one. He gently cleaned the blood off my face and frowned when he saw my eye.

“You’ll definitely have a black eye but i don't feel any broken bones, can you see how many fingers i’m holding up?” I nodded and answered “Any cloudiness, black spots, halos, or double vision?” I shook my head no.

“Do you think I could…I could take a shower?” I didn't even recognize my own voice. It sounded so small and scared.

“Your apartment will be unavailable at least until tomorrow…you could use my shower if you wanted though.” I nodded and followed him down the hallway. He showed me the bathroom and gave me a fluffy towel along with a t- shirt and sweatpants before closing the door quietly leaving me alone with just my thoughts.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #emily prentiss #tara lewis #luke alvez #matthew simmons #jennifer jareau #david rossi #fanfic #smut #dom spencer reid #spencer x reader

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hakkais-hoe · 2 years

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bonten (separate! ran rindou sanzu koko and kakucho) and their fem s/o wasnt introduced to their 'work' but understands and doesnt rlly mind. then one day reader somehow just stumbles upon them killing someone (or like a bunch of ppl lmfao) and the boys are like OMG THIS ISNT WHAT IT SEEMS PLS LET ME EXPLAIN Y/N and y/n, totally matching their energy is like angry and shocked and deadpans like YES EXPLAIN ITS FUCKING COLD WHYRE U SHIRTLESS >:C crack and fluff <3 tysm and take care :D

Warnings: swearing, blood, murder, sanzu, fighting, knife+gun mention, could be other stuff, lightly ditzy reader.

Characters: Ran, Rindou, Sanzu

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Ran

Spending time with Ran was always your favourite time, sadly it didn’t happen often seen as he works so much and spends most of his time with his brother and friends.

For the first time in three months you’ve both finally managed to get a night off for date night, but you’ve been stood in the same fucking place for 2 hours waiting for the lanky cunt. Instead of going home you decide to walk around with the thought of maybe finding him leaving a store or something, with the cold setting in even more you finally fish out your phone to ring your man.

With the phone calling ringing out your continue your walk, when you saunter past a dark alleyway you can hear the distinct ringtone that he put on your contact info on his phone the blaring of “Sexy Back” blasts through the dark tunnelling alley. You know you shouldn’t go down the shady back alley but hey if Rans there he’ll look after you won’t he?

“Baby?? Rannn you down here?? OH MY GOD IS THIS BLOOD?!”

“Shit doll what- oh fuck it’s not what you think it is! Uh well actually it is but I can explain.” Rans new suit and shirt are both ripped open exposing his chiselled chest and tattoos to you not to mention the blood all over him too.

“Babyyy I stepped in ittt… it’s on my red bottoms these are new… and baby get this, you’re new shirts completely ruined you’re going to freeze baby!” You wine about yous shoes at first but you quickly end up just thinking about how cold your man must be. A sexy smirk takes over Rans pretty face when he lifts one hand to push his now messed up hair back out of his face, blood and sweat helping in the place of gel.

“You look marvellous my little doll~ Take a step back so I can get a better look at ya darlin. So prettyyy… Oh shit love we’re gonna be late for our table let’s go shall we.” Ran struts towards you while wiping his hands on his pocket handkerchief and stepping on all the men he’s definitely just beat the ever loving shit out of.

“There’s a shop with Armani in it around the corner if you want to change baby, we have 10 minutes I rang up and changed the booking a while ago… Oh my also did you know that Taiju Shiba owns the restaurant we’re going to! We have to say Hi if he’s there I miss his ugly face.” You witter on in his ear and dangle off his arm as he texts away on the walk to the shop you were talking about.

“Oh yeh that’s great baby… uh-huh how do you feel about blue diamonds? Or do you want amethysts? Wait why do you know Shiba? Let’s hurry up I’m hungry that exercise took it all outa me baby.” You know he hardly listened to you but that’s okay cos you stupidly love him.

“Hmm amethysts pleaseee you know baby I only like them so much because the remind me of your eyes. Let me wipe that blood off for you or you’ll get it on another suit… I think we’ll have to throw this one away.” You pull a pack of wet wipes out of your bag to help remove the blood off his face and hands. The clerk at the front of shop looks absolutely terrified but you both ignore him and walk further to the back.

Rindou

He didn’t call.

You waited in your usual restaurant for over and hour and he didn’t fucking call you. Not even a text message, you were on the verge of tears in the middle of this 5 star restaurant.

‘How could he stand you up on your anniversary!’

What a little shit, you’re deffo gonna make him buy you some new shoes as an apology for standing you up. Instead of eating longer for him you walk out of the restaurant, leaving a a wad of cash on the table in a huff while you stomp out of the door.

Phone in one hand, ringing unceremoniously, bag in the other you mutter insults at the voice message when it rings through. Saying how pissed off you are and how he owes you a whole day of his time, you break into a light jog when he doesn’t answer the fifth call you’re about half a mile away from one of the businesses that you know he owns with his brother.

Before you actually reach the building you hear grunts and cries of pain mixed with laughter coming from a back alley next to the building. Without thinking you decide to take a detour and walk straight down the dark alley.

In front of you is your beloved boyfriend and future brother-in-law beating the shit out of a group of buffed up men, Rin is currently snapping a mans arm with his bare hands casually with a cocky grin plastered to his face.

“Rindo motherfucking Haitani! How dare you stand me up! I waited for an hour for you, you shut head of a man.” You snap while stepping over unconscious men thrown on the ground, Rin stops mid snap and just gawks at you aggressively approaching him.

“Oh shit you’re so screwed little bro~” Ran muses with his baton raised above his head.

“Uh look Y/n I can explain… So um they were tryna steal Rans baton…” He’s still practically slack jawed while scrambling for excuses, you continue to get closer forcing him to drop the limp man in his grasp. Hands raised in surrender you grip the lapels of his suit.

“This is a band new suit you moron if a man! And to add onto that I fucking chose it… how could you get blood on it alreadyyy Rinnnnn and look, look I’ve got blood on my new shoes nowww you’ll have to get me a new pair!! Rannn tell him.” You wine obnoxiously while reaching to it your bag for something to clean up your man with.

“Well we’re done here so you should get your s/o some new shoes n head home little bro. I’ll have someone come sort this out later.” Ran speaks up while also taking off his gloves and whipping down his face. He waves as he walks out the alley leaving the two of you alone, well alone with about a dozen unconscious men.

“Okay okay let’s go get you shoes n head home that okay with you baby? Or do you still want to go out?” Rindou lifts an arm up to rest on your shoulder the other pushes his purple mullet out of his eyes gently as he guides you out of the quickly darkening alley.

“Mhm I wanna get shoes n go home! Ohhh can we order takeout if we’re going home??” You chirp up at him grinning for the first time that night. Rim looks down at you with a grin matching yours.

“Of course my love. God you’re so pretty m sorry for not showing up.” With that he leans down to press a quick kiss to the crown of your head.

Sanzu

“Where the fuck are you?! I’m getting awkward stares, Haru… Can you just hurry up I know you’re probably caught up at work but you could at least call. Anyway I’m hanging up now bye, call me.” You mutter into your phone, Sanzu may only be half an hour late but the staff at you twos usual restaurant are starting to give you pitying smiles like they think he’s not coming.

After another 20 minutes you leave money for your drink and a tip on the table and leave to go find your dick of a boyfriend. You know he’s probably got tied up with paperwork or something but your his s/o and he should tell you at least what’s happening.

You catch a taxi to his building where they know you as Haruchiyos s/o, you quickly pay for the taxi and run straight into the still bustling building despite it being nearly 10 pm. You stalk up towards the front desk where you catch the eye of the now growing nervous receptionist, her eyes flicker from you to the security then back again.

“Uh Ma’am/Sir how can I help you?” She quickly asks secretly hoping she doesn’t have to actually call up to Sanzu, you already know that half the staff are scared of your boyfriend it’s nothing new to you.

“Yes where is he?” You have no time to waste on chatting politely to her no matter how nice she is.

“Um I believe he’s on floor zero, I hear there’s stock down there that needed checking… I can find the code for you if you need? He should be with Mr. Kokonoi though.” You wave her on wanting the code quickly so you can go tell him exactly where to shove it.

With the code in your head you enter the elevator and type it in after selecting floor zero.

The doors beep open and I front of you is a long dark grey corridor with creepy flickering lights above you, at the end of the corridor is a single set of heavy looking doors with another keypad which you type the second code you were given in.

You push the doors informer of you open dramatically and come face to face with a massacre, blood and pieces of clothes are littered across the floor and walls.

Your loud pink haired boyfriend stands in front of a bloody corpse with a knife in hand and his head thrown back laughing, his usual purple suit and now a deep burgundy and any white of his shirt is now scarlet. Kokonoi in stood silently in a corner far from the gore lent against the wall with an impassive expression on his pretty face.

“Excuse me? Haru is that my goddamn necklace!? That was a gift from Rindou for my birthday how could you wear it in this dirty room!” You’re shocked that he could wear something so expensive to torture a man, sure you’re not going to question that part it would take so much time and you actually don’t want to know what’s happening so you go with getting mad about your necklace.

“Oh my! Hello there baby, whatcha doing here babydoll?? Did ya come to see you’re loving boyfriend?? That’s so sweettt my pretty baby came to see me~ Look Koko they came to see me aren’t you jealous?!” His loud voice and laughter bounces off the once white walls, Sanzu struts towards you with his blood soaked arms attached out wide going of course for a hug, you quickly side step his open arms.

“No nope no no thank you mister you’re dirty and this is a new top, my love. You should get cleaned up and then, hey, maybe we could go for that meal that we were supposed to go to nearly two hours ago.” You may be smiling at him but you’re so fucking fuming, he stood you up to torture some guy, what a fucking catch.

“Oh oh ohh sorry babyyy I’ll make it upto ya promise yeh? I’m done here Koko can get it cleaned up and I’ll go get changed okay? Wait for me in my office pretty one ♡” Sanzu ruffles your hair with and grin, effectively getting blood in your hair like the gem that he is, you know he’s done it so that you also have to take a shower at work with him.

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sohnamoroll · 2 years

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anything for you | e. sohn x reader ft. yeonjun of txt

summary 》 longterm bf cheats on you & causes you to turn to your bsf for the night, but the night takes a turn

warnings 》 arguing, cheating, alcohol intake, fighting, suggestive at points, its just very angst

| yn

2:31 am

hey

are you awake

come get me

you quickly clicked your phone off after sending the text, using your sleeve to wipe your eyes. you sniffled and what felt like hours of waiting for a text back was simply a couple minutes. you took another sip of the bottle sitting next to you.

| ericicicic

2:33 am

hey

awake

leaving now

he was a lifesaver. eric, your bestfriend since middle school. he didnt even ask why you needed to get out of the house, always at your call like a loyal dog, a knight waiting to save his princess. in a platonic way of course. “its strictly platonic” was something you had to say often, for many reasons. like explaining to your mom at the age of 13 it wasnt necessary to plan your future wedding with eric. telling your first boyfriend at the age of 15 that erics like a sister to you. begging your dad to let eric spend the night at 17 so you could work on your joint science project. you could see why maybe it didnt seem so platonic but really, you never viewed him that way.

the most recent event of having to explain just how platonic the two of you were was when you moved in with your current boyfriend, yeonjun. eric was passed-out drunk in your bathtub and you had to beg yeonjun to let him stay the night. he always seemed jealous and unnerved by eric.

“no, he cant stay here” yeonjun grabbed your wrist pulling you close to him so he could whisper shout to you. “why not? i would let any of your friends stay with us! he cant be alone like this.” yeonjun rolled his eyes “you would never let any of my female friends stay the night”

you didnt know it at the time, but you were right to have never let his female friends stay over. the very reason youd texted eric was because about an hour ago you caught yeonjun cheating on you. you remember every detail. its been playing in your head since it happened. youd just come back from the bar with your girl-friends, celebrating one of their engagements. everyone thought youd be the first engaged, and up until your friend announced her engagement so did you. you even found the receipt for the ring yeonjun had hiding in his closet. but the ring was no use. the damage was done.

“yeonjun im home-” you said, opening the bedroom door. “wait baby wait-” he said, frantically standing up from the bed. sheets and blankets tangled on his body, as you started to tear up almost immediately. “yeonjun- who is this woman in our bed?” you pushed your hair back almost ripping some out, before tightening your fist into a ball. he put his underwear on at the speed of light, signaling for the girl to remain quiet as he ushered you out the room, grabbing your wrist just as tight as he did on eric-bathtub night two years ago. “i can explain-” he stuttered together, expecting immediate protest. you threw him off his track when you replied with “oh you can explain? please explain then.” he looked around trying to find words to say “im cheating on you” without sounding like he was cheating on you, but alas his brain betrayed him. “youre drunk y/n, lets just talk about this in the morning.” you rolled our eyes so far back that it hurt a little, using your free hand to rip his off your wrist. “you cant explain it to me so i must be drunk right? get the fuck out of here yeonjun.” he was half right. you were sorta drunk, granted not drunk enough to hallucinate a whole woman in your bed, but he could smell it on you. “get out? fuck do you mean get out this is my place? seriously lets just talk in the morning yn-” yeonjuns speech drops as the girl(now fully dressed) walks out of the bedroom “i think im just gonna go ill call an uber or something” she says, avoiding any and all eye-contact with you. “shes a smart one- god you really know how to pick them huh yeonjun?” you scoff, sticking your middle finger up at the girl. no, you realize its not entirely her fault, she probably didnt know he was taken, but seriously? you guys are arguing in the hallway and she just interrupts like that? what a joke. you hear the front door of the apartment close as yeonjun stares to make sure shes left. “you have about three minutes to explain who the fuck she was and what the fuck she was doing here before i kick you out.” he placed his hand on his forehead, wiping away sweat. “first of all, im not leaving. second of all, i said i would talk to you about it in the morning.” you pushed him further way from you, walking with anger towards the kitchen. “where the fuck are you going?” yeonjun half-shouted, reaching out for but barely missing your arm. you rummaged your cabinets for a bottle of something, anything, to land on a half-full titos. “you dont wanna leave? ill fucking leave. i dont wanna see your fucking face, i dont wanna see this fucking apartment, and i dont wanna sleep in a bed where you just fucked someone and did god-knows what fucking else.” you took a sip from the bottle. “babe you cant just leave its 2:30 am.” he says, meeting you in the kitchen. “do not babe me. im a grown woman and ill do whatever the fuck i want. fuck you yeonjun, seriously.” and so just like that, you left the apartment, slamming the door.

and so brings us back to the “hey” you sent eric at exactly 2:31 am. you slid down the wall outside your apartment early 2000s rnb style, sobbing into the sleeves of your black dress. eric, who lives 10 minutes away, got there in a record breaking five minutes, like he could sense something was wrong. His car that was only semi-falling apart pulled into the parking lot and he rolled down the window to look at you, only to see you fallng apart on the pavement floor. he opened his door and sprinted towards you. “yn what the hell happened?” he said, bending down to meet you. his plaid pajama pants were slightly too long, hair brown and messy. he moved your arm away from your face, as his hand moved your head up. he sat directly in front of you, criss cross apple sauce style “did..did yeonjun do something?” he asked hesitantly, afraid to be wrong. you couldnt even speak, your anger had evaporated into sadness, so you just nodded as you buried your face into his neck. your mascara tear stains copied onto the shoulder of his jacket. he pet your head as he glared at the apartment door, knowing his newly-sworn enemy was on the other side of it. “hey, yn, we should get into the car, youll freeze to death out here.” eric spoke softly into your ear. sure, he did want to keep you warm, but everytime he saw yeonjuns shadow in the kitchen window, he had to stop every bone in his body from starting a fight. so it was also a safety measure.

he held your waist to get you up from the ground, taking his jacket off and placing it on your shoulders. thank god for the jacket, cause if not for the extra layer your black makeup wouldve ruined his white tshirt. “do you want me to take that with us?” he said, pointing to the bottle of titos left on the floor. “no,” you laughed sarcastically as he smiled sweetly. youd always felt like his smile could light up the dark, but tonight it just felt so much more comforting, like home. he helped you walk to his car, still drunk enough for your heels to make you stumble. he opened the passenger door for you before getting in on his own side. “do you wanna talk about it? or do you just want me to drive?” he looked at you, waiting for you to decide. “lets just drive for a little, if thats ok.” he was with you, anything wouldve been ok. he stuck a thumbs up to you, starting his car. you hummed along to the songs on the radio for a few moments, until your phone started to blow up. multiple notifications across multiple apps flooded your phone, messages from the names “yj<3″ “junnie” “the boyfriend” depending on the app he used to try and communicate. every message following the general tone of “where the fuck are you?” “are you with eric??” “yn answer me”.

"so fucking over this." you said, holding the power button to shut your phone down. you shoved your phone into the glovebox, deciding to fully not deal with it. "im sorry yn." eric said, looking over at you. "its fine, not like youre the one who cheated on me after 5 years." erics grip on the steering wheel tightened to the point of his fingertips turning white. "he cheated on you?" oh fuck, did you just say that outloud? he turned sharply into the dennys parking lot. "yeah, he did." you fiddled with the necklace around your neck. “how did you find out?” he asked hesitantly. “when i came home she was just...there. in my bed. he said he would explain everything in the morning but i just cant imagine what there is to explain.” you looked down avoiding any eye contact, "but its ok. i think dennys will make up for it." you tried to lighten the mood, but eric was not having it. "ill meet you inside yn, go get us a table." he smiled at you, unlocking the car. unbeknownst to you, this was not the first time you had confessed to eric about something yeonjun fucked up with. however, you were usually too drunk to remember.

“i just cant believe he would do this to me, he was flirting with my friends the whole time we were out eric” she sobbed over the phone, audibly drunk. “i just wish you were here with me.” yn sniffled as you heard her down more of what you only assumed was alcohol.

“i just met his parents for the first time and now his mom is talking shit about in the next room. he isnt even defending me”

“he was supposed to meet me for dinner 3 hours ago”

as soon as you were inside the dennys and too far away to see the car, eric could hear the little devil on his shoulder feed him an idea. “call him” the devil said, “call yeonjun”, he taunted. “i cant, if yn found out that would fuck everything up”. eric thought to himself, but he knew the devil could hear. he pulled your phone out of the glovebox to see messages still flooding your phone. “she doesnt have to know.” was the last thing the devil had to say for eric to be convinced.

"oh my god yn never scare me like that again-"

"listen up, choi yeonjun"

"eric?"

"you are so fucking lucky i didn't come into the house and beat your ass when i picked yn up, do you understand that?"

"you couldnt beat me in a fight anyways, eric."

"do you wanna bet on that?" eric fired back,"if i ever, ever, hear about you contacting yn again after what you did to her, you will not live to see another day. understand?" was that an empty threat? at the time, no. he really meant that he would kill him. but he also knew he was no fighter.

the call hung up and eric deleted it from the log, shoving your phone back into the glove box.

"just a fruit punch and an iced tea, please." you said to the waitress, waving at eric as he finally walked into the restaurant. he had a pair of sweatpants in his hands, which he offered to you as he sat down. "are you saying you dont like my dress?" he laughed, "no yn, you look beautiful, but i figured those would be more comfortable." beautiful? it rolled off his tongue so naturally, but it stuck out to you. you accepted the sweats and went into the bathroom to change. when you finally met your reflection, you realized something. you didnt really miss yeonjun. you got cheated on and that was still affecting you, but the idea of yeonjun had shifted. the hole you thought yeonjun would leave in your heart had been patched, and fairly quickly. youd never admitted this to yourself until now, but youve had feelings for eric for years. but he felt unattainable. he was your boy-next-door, a romcom fantasy novel people got to read about. yeonjun felt real, even if the reality was daily fights about some strange inconvenience in the relationship. yeonjun was like the relationships you saw in real life, the fighting, the tears, the anger, and to you that was love. loving someone like eric was so easy and natural, there was no angst or fight. you werent good enough for him. you slipped on his sweat pants, they hugged your waist just tight enough.

eric tried to hide the blush creeping onto his face seeing you fully decked out in his clothing, with the same jacket from earlier now zipped up. "thank you," you slid into the other side of the booth, "for everything tonight." he playfully rolled his eyes, "id do anything for you, y/n." butterflies danced in your stomach at his words. the waitress brought the drinks over, setting them down. "are you two lovebirds ready to order?" you felt your face get immediately red. eric felt like he should clarify you guys werent together, but before he could get the words out you simply said yes.

eric couldnt hear whatever you just ordered out of pure stun, and he stuttered at the beginning of his order.

"i dont feel like telling people i was just cheated on. so we're lovebirds tonight." you grabbed his hand, squeezing slightly. you knew you shouldnt be moving on this fast. but eric felt like home. you just couldnt deny it. all those times, telling people how platonic the relationship was, was just a feeble attempt to hide what was rising in you all these years. “so, why were you so dressed up earlier?" he said, trying to change the topic of conversation. "oh god, i was at my friends engagement party." you chuckled, realizing the slight irony in how your night started vs. ended. erics hand flew up to his face slightly embarrassed about bringing it up. "its fine, its no big deal anyways. in fact, if it werent for them i probably wouldnt even believe in love anymore." you said, letting your sentence turn into a whisper towards the end. "whys that?" eric raised an eyebrow. "dont know. guess im just realizing that men dont just show up on white horses anymore."

and right on queue, the dennys doors burst open. a tall man with black hair walking in to cause a scene. "yeonjun?" you said, throwing down your silverware, standing to meet him. you werent sure if your next action was fueled by alcohol, anger, or adrenaline, but you smacked yeonjun right across the face. yeonjun stood there in shock, hand covering where you smacked, as eric rushed to grab your waist and hold you back. you could see yeonjuns eyes change, as his arms tensed up. behind his eyes it was obvious he was fighting with himself to not hit you right back. "did you just...hit me?" yeonjun asked, but he clearly knew the answer. you felt tears well up in your eyes, you used the sleeve of erics jacket to wipe your face. "how did you find us here?" eric asked while sizing yeonjun up. "well, eric, when you called me it updated yns location. but i shouldve known youd be with him, your little boytoy." you felt erics body tensing up behind you but you turned towards him before he could move. "you...called..him?" you said between tears, quickly glancing between the two boys. "yeah, yn, he did. tried to tell me off, he said hed beat me up if i tried to talk to you again, which...doesnt seem to be happening." erics jaw clenched, "yeonjun you should just leave." he said, trying to keep calm. "im not leaving without yn," yeonjun tried to grab your hand, but you pulled it away. "in what fucking world would i go home with you? god i dont wanna be around either of you right now." you sobbed, pushing through your boyfriend and out the dennys.

yeonjun and eric both followed you yet eric stopped at the windows, giving the two of you space. "its either him or me, yn." yeonjun says, sounding sincere for the first time this whole event. "you or him? you or him? you cheated on me, and yet ive been given the ultimatum? how about its me or her, yeonjun? whoever the fuck she was." you say raising your voice with every word, and if alcohol didnt have you drunk anymore the pure emotion of the situation definitely had you not feeling sober. "YOU, i would pick you everytime. i was just, being stupid." his eyes started to water but there was no sympathy left in you. “I cant do this, yeonjun. the constant back and forth arguing over every. little. god. damn thing. you cant date someone for 5 years and then decide to act stupid.” he tried to approach you but you just shoved him back, and like a scene from a drama rain started to pour down. “i know i fucked up, yn, but please, you have to give me another chance.” you couldnt find the words to say, how to properly convey that you just wanted everything to go back to normal. that if you could you would turn back time and wouldve waited a few more hours to go home, maybe she wouldve been gone. “i cant. i just cant.” you turned around and opened erics car door, slamming it shut. you sobbed into your hands, making you blind to your surroundings.

yeonjun turned to face his own car, smacking a fist down on the hood. eric, who now had a clear shot to his target finally made his way out of the dennys. immediately left hooking yeonjun before being pushed onto the hard asphalt. after slipping on his way up, his now bloody-hand shoved yeonjun against the already dented hood, loud enough for you to look up from your wet hands to see the two fighting. you went to pull on the door handle but of course in a time of urgency you struggled to get a grip on it. once it finally opened, you ran to pull the younger off of your boyfriend yelling out for them to fucking stop. like hed been cleansed from an inner-demon erics facial expression immediately changed upon seeing you, a mixture of guilt and sorrow now spreading across his face. you shrieked seeing the blood on his face and hands, yeonjun quickly seeing that he wasnt the one you were going to check up on. and while you shoved eric into the passenger seat of his own car, yeonjun escaped(granted not scratch free). you stomped to the other side of the car to get into the drivers seat, pulling your sleeves up as you got in.

“eric sohn what the fuck is wrong with you?” you said, voice almost raw. he stayed almost completely still and silent. “i-im sorry, yn” he muttered out. “sorry? yeah, im sorry too. god men are so fucking stupid.” anger littered throughout your words, tinges of sarcasm peaking through. “i just. couldnt listen to him treat you like that anymore. i dont know how you deal with him.” the truth was, you never did deal with him. you let everything slide, never confronting him, but eric didnt need to know that. “well i dont fist fight him thats for fucking sure.” eric laughed, “yeah well, maybe you should next time.” normally youd be pissed off at someone making a joke when you were so frustrated, but in all honesty you were over the fighting. “i dont think theres gonna be a next time.” you sighed, coming to terms with the fact that 5 years of a relationship had just been tossed. thrown away. eric was probably going to regret his next move, but he was also probably going to regret not making a move.

“yn, i love you.” he looked at you directly, his eyes full of such innocence in contrast to the blood on his face. you froze entirely, trying to figure out what type of love he meant. “i love you too, eric.”you said slowly, and unsure. no, that wasnt what he meant. “no, yn, i really truly love you. in a non platonic way.” your heart was beating out of your chest, butterflies flooded your stomach like youd been sick with them. you were confused, time felt like itd started to go 10 times faster. “i know this is horrible timing but-” you kissed him. straight interrupted his sentence, turnt your body, grabbed his face, and kissed him. you didnt think about any consequences to your action, or if you would regret this or not, you just knew you had to kiss him. he kissed back with passion like hed never get this chance again. the box inbetween you was causing too much space so you crossed over it, now straddling him in the passenger seat. you cupped his face, careful to not hit any sores, kissing deeper and deeper. your bodies kept rolling against eachother, and not in a lustful way, but because you just couldnt get close enough(so maybe a little lustful). he grabbed your waist going underneath your his jacket, feeling soft and warm skin. you gasped for air after pulling away, strands of his brown hair stuck lightly to his forehead. “yn that was- i dont know what to say.” he looked up at you, hands still resting onto your waist, the softest smile gracing his face. “then dont say anything. just kiss me again.” you pushed his hair back, admiring his features for a second. as you leaned back in, noses touching, he simply let out a whisper.

“anything for you.”

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emmys-writing · 3 years

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Ballerina

Pairing- Hotchner x Reid

Warnings- bottom spencer, explicit content, dom hotch, sir kink, small cock spencer, this is unedited, hotch is kind of a dick but not really, short spencer, ballerina spence, jack is in ballet <3, degradation

When the class of 6 year olds finally was rounded up and cleared out of the studio by stressed and exhausted parents, Spencer sighed in relief. The last kid was picked up 20 minutes late and of course it was inconvenient but Spencer loved these kids. They always had bright happy smiles on their faces and cute clumsy wobbles as they tried to balance on the bar the way Spencer did. Spencer smiled softly and hummed to himself, grabbing the loose pieces of garbage that occasionally littered the floor. It wasn’t until he heard a throat being cleared that he jumped with a small yelp and looked towards the door where the noise came from.

Aaron Hotchner, Jack's father who rarely showed up to their rehearsals, stood there with his arms crossed and his normal stern facial expression on. As much as Spencer wanted to remain professional, he couldn’t help but notice how handsome the older gentleman was. He wore a gray suit that although slightly unfitted, still fit the broad and muscled shoulders and Spencer hated to admit it but this man was definitely a weakness of his. He was arrogant at times and not one for joking around, if he did show up he didn’t stay to chat either. He just grabbed Jack and left.

“Sorry Mr. Hotchner, I didn't see you there!” Spencer blushed and connected his own hands behind his back in a shy manner. Aaron just nodded.

“I’m here to pick up jack” Straight to the point.

“O-Oh… Jessica actually already picked him up. I’m sorry sir, i would’ve phoned you if i knew you planned on picking him up” He explained, walking closer and flashing an apologetic smile. Normally if this was any other parent he would roll his eyes at the bad planning but Mr Hotchner was different. Spencer saw this as an opportunity to get to know the man who he’s been ogling for more than a year.

“You look tired, do you want to stay for a coffee? I already have some brewing and I have lots of sugar and cream” The younger one offered. Aaron surprisingly took him up on that offer as well.

It had been a long case and he just got off the jet, coming straight to the ballet studio afterwards. So what if he found his son's instructor a bit attractive? coffee wouldn’t be so bad, he thought. It’s not like he would end up bending him over and- no. He mentally smacked himself for being so perverted towards the man in front of him. He was small, maybe 5’6 or 5’7 at most, had a slender frame as well as the most adorable smile and soft looking hair that he would love to reach out and touch. Aaron took a step towards the stack of plastic chairs and took one, placing it down on the ground. He took a seat while Spencer made his way towards the coffee pot.

“I take it black” Hotch told him and watched the ballerina as he smiled at him and poured the bitter liquid in the plain white mug. Hotch took the opportunity to admire the young body when Spencer was turned around. Hotch knew it was wrong, the boy was just so sexy without even trying. The thin black tights hugged his thighs just right and the little skirt he wore flared out around his small waist, accentuating the round of his ass. Hotch felt the front of his pants tightening, his chest tightened and he felt himself getting warm. Spencer turned back around forcing hotch to immediately struggle to tear his eyes away. Spencer noticed though. He saw the lustful glances and tent in his pants, it gave him an amazing opportunity. After Spencer handed Aaron the cup he looked up at him with the same lust filled eyes.

“Do you mind if I work on some of my stretches?” Spencer asked while internally smirking.

“No, go ahead” He took a slow sip from the cup and leaned back in the small, plastic chair.

Spencer went to the bar and lifted his leg up, he did it a few more times before huffing and looking over at the other presence in the room.

“I need a little bit of help, could you?” He blushed and looked down at his ballet shoes. Hotch couldn’t say no, he knew that Spencer would feel the bulge but he was hoping to play it off as just having a big dick, which technically wasn't a lie either. Aaron got up from the small plastic chair and stood behind Spencer, he lightly placed his hands on the younger man's bony hips and bit his lip gently. Spencer was perfect in every way. Spencer lifted his leg up once more but not without pushing his behind against Hotch's groin. Hotch struggled to keep in a groan but successfully was able to, this didn't stop the other man though. He continued to push up against him and made small groaning noises as he stretched despite not actually needing to make noise. The thing that finally broke hotch was when Spencer bent over and the thin tights truly lived up to their name. The tights were slightly see through in the lighting and position he was in, this caused hotch to groan and place a hand over his crotch through his dress pants, cupping it lightly in hopes he could conceal it even just a little bit. He couldn't. Spencer turned around at the noise and smiled cheekily.

“Something wrong Mr. Hotchner?” Spencer leaned against the wall and looked up at him.

“Nope, just keep doing what you were doing”

“Oh really? Because I think that I...” He trailed off while reaching out and placing his hand over Hotchs, feeling his erection go slightly stiffer at the contact. “...Am making you hard”

Hotch didn't know how to respond to that but he kept his straight and tall, intimidating posture to make sure Spencer knew he had no control over him.

“Am I making you hard sir?” Spencer asked innocently and looked up with big brown eyes. That was all it took for Hotch to grab Spencer's waist and push him into the wall further. Spencer giggled and tangled his fingers in the taller man's hair.

“You're such a little slut you know that?” Hotch chuckled darkly as Spencer nodded in response. Something in the older man's demeanor changed and he was no longer the stern father who made minimal small talk. He was now the Sexy, dominating, strong man who had his son's ballet teacher pressed against the studio wall and degrading him. They both loved it.

“Answer me” Hotch said harshly and used one hand to grab hold of Spencer's jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Y-Yes sir, i'm a little slut” He whimpered.

“Good girl” He smirked and Spencer swore that he melted at the nickname. Hotch looked down between their bodies and furrowed his brows, Spencer didn't have a visible erection and it confused him slightly. Surely if he wanted this he would be hard, and especially noticeable if he's in tights?

“Spencer, are you sure you want this?” He asked, concerned.

“I- yes why?” Spencer looked up at him confused.

“Well- I erm… You are not visibly hard so I wanna make sure you don't feel pressured.” Spencer blushed furiously in embarrassment and gulped.

“I'm just on the smaller side…” He whispered but it was loud enough for Hotch to catch. He groaned softly and reached down to Spencer's hips, flipping him to face towards the mirrored walls.

“Is that so baby?”

“Yes sir…” Spencer surprised himself when he felt his face get warmer than before because he was pretty sure it was almost impossible. Hotch placed his hand under Spencer's chin, forcing him to look at himself in the mirror. It was embarrassing how easily he fell apart. Aaron kissed and sucked and nipped at Spencer's pale neck, leaving behind dark marks that would definitely be difficult to cover up before his next class. Aaron brought his hands down to Spencer's ass and grabbed the thin fabric of tights and underwear before ripping a hole in the back of it, the tights were easily ripped up the front as well though leaving the man's small, pretty pink cock and hole on display for the other man.

“Oh, so cute and small, darling. Like a little clit” Spencer whined and leaned forward to place his forehead on the mirror but quickly corrected by Aaron who laid a harsh and loud, echoing slap to his bare behind.

“Don't hide, I want to have you watch me make you fall apart. I'm going to break you into nothing but a whimpering and whiny mess” Spencer just nodded, he was at a loss for words and had no idea how to reply. Hotch brought one hand to Spencer's mouth, Spencer gladly took the long and thick fingers into his mouth, sucking for a good amount of time before pulling off and looking into Hotch's eyes through the mirror.

“I-I have a small bottle of lube in my bag” He didn't have any shame at this point, all he wanted was to have Aarons cock filling his ass. Aaron went to the side and looked through the dance bag, smirking at the spare pair of clothes and thongs to reduce the panty lines when wearing tights. It wasn't long before he found the bottle and quickly went back to Spencer who eagerly pushed his ass out.

“Patience, you may be a slut but you can wait” he chastised and chuckled darkly before spitting on his hole before placing a generous amount of lube. Hotch added two fingers immediately and Spencer cried out at the burn he felt, it was a good burn though… It became a mix of pain and pleasure so it wasnt long before Spencer began fucking himself onto the older mans fingers. Soon enough he had four fingers fucking into him but it didnt last long because Hotch pulled them out and placed the tip of his cock at his entrance.

“Beg.”

“Sir please!” He cried, tears almost forming in his eyes from desperation. Hotch seemed to take pity on poor Spencer luckily. The tip of Hotch's cock was pushed into the desperate and greedy hole before slowly sinking in more until he bottomed out.

“Such a good hole for me aren't you? My little slut, little cockslut…” Hotch groaned and gripped Spencer's hips tightly.

“Yes sir, i'm your little cockslut!” He whimpered and threw his head back. A few slow thrusts were made, slowly building up in pace and roughness until Spencer was a whimpering and moaning mess beneath the older gentleman. Hotch reached forward and grabbed ahold of Spencer's little cocklet, rubbing at the tip and watching Spencer's facial reactions through the mirror.

“S-Sir im gonna-”

“No.” He whined and looked up at Hotch, clawing at the bar in front of him.

“Such a cute little cocklet huh? Do you like it when I rub it like a clit?”

“Yes sir, p-please i-i need to”

“Shh.. it's okay. Just a little bit longer okay? Hold on for me”

Another few minutes go by of Hotch jack hammering into Spencer before he looks into Spencer's eyes through the mirror and he gives him verbal confirmation to cum.

“Cum with me” is all it took for Spencer to let go and cum all over the mirror, clenching his hole around the hard cock inside of him to milk him as well. He felt hotch's cum fill him up to the brim and when he pulled out, the bit of remaining cum spilled out of him and down his thighs.

When both of them catch their breaths and steady themselves, Hotch grabs a thong from Spencer's bag and cleans up the cum falling down his thighs but leaves the cum inside of him.

“I’ll see you next class” Hotch smirked and slapped Spencer's ass before grabbing his cup of coffee, downing the rest of it and walking out the door.

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