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luveline · 5 months

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we know that the criminal minds writers looooved hurting spencer but i would love to see bau!reader (bombshell!reader if you think it would fit) hurt and spencer losing his mind a little (ofc everything would end up being okay because we love fluff in this house 💗)! thank youuu <333

ty for requesting! ♡ fem, 1k

“Spencer, are you coming in?”

The boy in question winces, the cellophane wrapped stems in his hand strangled by an anxious grip. Your voice is hoarse, quieter than usual, though that could be attributed to the thick wooden door between you both. He takes the door handle in his hand, readjusts his fingers, can't quite get himself to go in.

“Spence,” you say, missing your usual cheer. “Please come in.”

He opens the door slowly. It weighs a hundred pounds, each inch heavier than the last.

You're propped up on the movable bed with a dinner table over your legs. Someone's brought you contraband, it seems, expensive soup from the fancy restaurant you like just outside of work. Next to it lies your phone, your chapstick, and a prescription bottle. The orange of it is too glaring to look at for long.

“Nice to see you finally, heart-throb,” you say, sitting back, rolling your shoulders as you smile. “Where've you been?”

Sapped by terror in the waiting room, mostly. “Sorry,” he says, offering no explanation. You deserve one, but he can't get the words out. “How are you feeling?”

“Shot at.”

“Is it bad?”

Your eyes soften. “No. Wanna see it?”

He does in an awful way. To alleviate his panic, sure, but to know what it did. To see what his stupidity resulted in. The unforgivable in stark scarring.

You lift your shirt and shift your soft bralette up a touch to show him the wound and all its grim stitches. “It almost missed me. Guess I'm not as lucky as I think.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not right now. They told me not to wear wire bras for a while, so you win some, you lose some.” You let your shirt fall back into place. He can see the indecision in your eyes. Not one for hiding like he wants to, you address the elephant in the room. “Now you've seen it's not so bad, can you look at me again?”

“I'm looking at you.”

“You know what I mean.”

The thing is, Spencer doesn't, not really. Half the time you act like you're sharing a secret with him but he doesn't have a clue what you're talking about, and the intimacy is lost, and it's his fault. He's never been good or smooth or charismatic, he's never deserved your attention, and it's his fault you're here, hurting, his fault you'd been prone on the ground, his fault Morgan had to hold your side closed, his fault you almost died.

“Spencer,” you murmur, “you know I don't blame you.”

Of course he knows that.

“You should,” he says tightly. He doesn't mean to get angry.

“Well, I don't. So give me my flowers and sit down.”

He bites the inside of his cheek. He's mad, but he gives you the flowers without any roughness, and you take them with a similarly thin thank you.

Your reunion isn't going how either of you wants it to, it seems.

Spencer sits in the chair next to your bed as you pick between the petals, admiring their colours, their softness. For a moment you're peaceful, but you close your eyes and press your nose gently to a small bud, and you ask, “Why are you acting like this?” Heartbroken.

He could explain it in halves. You passed out in the back of the ambulance. Your surgery had unexpected complications. Hotch was so angry, and he still wasn't as mad at Spencer as Spencer was at himself.

Seeing you hurt because of his mistake isn't a feeling he thinks he'll survive a second time.

“I don't get why you like me,” Spencer admits. “Not before, and especially not now. You should be pissed. This,” —he gestures to you quickly— “is my fault.”

“It's not your fault, Spence.”

“What would you call it?”

You put your flowers down and stare at your lap. He's pushed you too far. Nice, he thinks to himself scathingly, to upset you in your sick bed, that's exactly what he should be doing to make it up to. Great going, Spencer.

“Will you hold my hand?” you ask quietly.

He hesitates, his heart skipping a beat like a missed step down the stairs.

“Please? I just… this has been a lot. I'm not telling you to make you feel guilty, I swear, but it's been a lot. And so many times I wished someone was here. I wished you were here.” You turn your head away from him. “I thought you were mad at me. I'm still worried.”

Spencer stands up. He feels every stretch of muscle as he does it. You raise your eyes to his, holding out your hands; you know him better than anyone else, he thinks. He overcompensates every time.

“I'm sorry,” he says, crossing his arms behind your shoulders carefully.

“I told you it's not your fault.”

“For not being here to hold your hand.”

Your hand curls in the front of his shirt.

“M'not mad. Not even slightly. I mean, not at you…” He rubs your back with his thumb. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“What was I supposed to think?”

He presses his nose to your temple, eyes squeezed close in regret. “...You're right.”

This is what he should've done the moment you woke up. Instead, he let his mind focus on detail, what flowers demarcates remorse, or if cellophane wrapping would be an imposition. Anything to forget how your hands shook as the adrenaline wore off.

They're steady now as they wrap around his sides to rest at the small of his back.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, lips touching to your skin with each syllable, like fractions of kisses.

“I missed you, handsome. Please– don't do that again.”

He rubs your back. “I won't,” he promises. “I'll be here as long as you want me to be.”

“Forever, then.”

For once, your flirting doesn't make him blush.

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 months

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hii! i wanted to ask if you could do a yandere kidnapper x yandere darling? like rich depressed yan that can't imagine living without their darling and ended up taking drastic action, only to find out that darling is way more insane and obsessed passionate than they thought

A/N: I've never been super big on the yan x yan trope but I think this came out kinda cool! Hope this is what you were looking for <3

Synopsis: Sneaking into your beloved's bedroom bent on getting pictures for your stash, you're quickly found by him, who's surprisingly enthusiastic to find you breaking in.

CW: Kidnapping, mutual obsession, shrine dedications, murder (offscreen lol)

WC:3000+

“Nice… new pics for the blog.”

Your camera click click clicked with a shutter noise each time you rapid fired its capture button, eye so close to the screen you might as well be looking through the viewfinder solely itself.

“I can see it now… his unkept bedroom revealed, beautiful little face plastered beside this… heap.”

You looked at the pile of dirty clothes that had yet to be picked up by the estate's cleaning ladies. Well, if you were as filthy rich as he was, you’d probably do the same. Who would waste time cleaning their room when you have the whole world to see? Or in his case, a million press conferences to attend.

Your eye was drawn to a slightly ajar closet, an odd lock seeming to have been hastily unfastened, now leaving the doors peeking open. Something red was inside. Oh boy, you could hardly contain your excitement.

What kind of secrets would the famous, wealthy heir Elijah Walsh have in his teensy private closet? Mayhaps some drag dress up that no fan would expect? Dead bodies? Or even, the rumored cocaine stash his poor daddy was accused of hiding?

You knew Elijah like the back of your hand, unable to imagine any kind of hidden truths that you haven't already discovered. For you, a superfan, (and ultimately, the soulmate he doesn't know about yet) were aware of far more than the average tabloid who didn’t cross trespassing boundaries for love like you had.

You ripped open the doors without hesitation, snapping pics before even turning the light on.

But what you saw, was something you weren’t sure you’d want to keep on camera.

It was you. Well, a picture of you, from some yearbook or singled-out group shot that you couldn’t pinpoint the exact year from. Around your awkward grinning face was a series of items, pinned on a pretty red board like it was a crime scene of sorts. Or maybe… a shrine?

“What the f… is that my underwear??” You looked at the old pair of stretched out undies you had since middle school. Definitely not the pair you’d want some kind of stalker or investigator to get their hands on.

You saw a few old chapsticks taped to the board, one of which you had been searching for in some old bag you swore you left it in. “I was looking for those!” You grabbed the chapstick and a broken brush, the exact same you thought you had thrown away months ago.

Out of all the things you hoped to find-- used Q-tips, one of his musky jackets, maybe even some dark sex toys-- this wasn’t on your list. But you couldn’t help the spike in your heart, the flutter that made your toes point inward.

You had been running this journalist (really a stalker-ish) blog on Elijah since before he got big in the press. You went to the same elementary school and for a short time in middle school, and ever since you couldn’t get his name out of your head. Now, you had a justified reason to keep tabs on him, since his family was currently in the public eye for a variety of deeds.

Along with professing your obsession with him since childhood, your blog dated the shocking events of his controversies-- keeping it all under an anonymous pen name, of course. You had information news sites couldn’t get their hands on; the dedication you put into watching him was a trait of pride you could never let go.

Memories of him comforted you at night, and seeing his pretty face in the grocery store magazines hoarded under your bed made you drift off to daydream land where, maybe, you’d be more than just some heavy breathing keyboard jammer fawning over him from a distance..

And here was, you. Your things. In his room. Even from the times you climbed the tree beside his window, you never saw this… anomaly of items.

“What’s this even… mean.” You whispered, dumfounded and growing antsy. Elijah would be coming back now any second, the route of his driver dinging on your phone.

‘Wait.. does he, know? That I’ve been watching him? Is this all evidence to… incriminate me??’

Worry was creeping up inside of you. But there was no time, not when a heavy vase clunked against your head from behind, letting out a resounding ‘crack!’ from the contact. The chapstick fell from your fingers, camera sliding with you as it lingered loose around your neck.

The last thing you could think of before darkness hit, was ‘man, I hope I don’t fall on my camera… can’t replace it again. ‘

The unconscious darkness blinding your eyes was snuffed out what seemed hours later, replaced by a buzzing yellow light hanging from the ceiling. You groaned outloud, feeling groggy; an aching pain throbbed in your slumped neck and a sore bump on your scalp.

‘Got a killer headache…’

You tried to pull your hands up to the bump to feel for a bruise, but fell flat with your arms tucked behind your back. You jerked them around, not realizing that they in fact were stuck together-- tied by rope, or some kind of fabric.

“Thank god, you’re awake. Thought maybe I hit you too hard-- I don’t know what i’d do if that happened.” A familiar voice rang out in the musty, echoing room.

“What…?” You croaked, trying to look up without facing the wrath of your headache the more light entered your eyes.

“Here, drink some water.”

A bottle came in front of you, so close to your lips all you had to do was bend down to touch it. You did so without thinking, tasting the sandpaper of a tongue you were stuck with. As soon as the cool water touched your throat, you thought about potential poisoning. Who was this person bottle-feeding you water, why couldn’t you do it yourself??

You were too thirsty to care about the consequences, gulping it down as the bottle lifted higher to accommodate you.

Letting out a pant, you sat back, trying to rub water off your lip with a shoulder shimmy.

“Where am I? What’s going on--” It all started to come back to you, being in Elijah’s room, trespassing on private property, seeing the closet hoard of you. “Wait, please don’t report me, I promise it isn’t what you think it was…”

“Report you?” The masculine tone scoffed, a hand falling to your shoulder. “I was worried I’d never get a chance like this… you made it so easy, how’d you get in? The window?”

“...Yeah.” You sheepishly replied, looking up at your captor. “It’s not as easy as it looks.”

Oh shit. That was Elijah right in front of you. In the flesh, pretty pearly teeth grinning only inches away from your face as his hand rested on your left shoulder, gently massaging it.

“Is your head okay? I feel bad but.. I wasn’t thinking, could only think about how to keep you here.”

Keep you here? Oh no, does that mean the police are on their way??

“Now.. I don’t have to worry about sending people out to your apartment anymore.. No more security cameras, no more blackmail… just you.” He stroked the side of your cheek that was inflamed from falling against the floor. “Damn. I thought i’d have to go through the trouble of taking you in the middle of the night, I had just sent my driver out for my tools too- but, looks like that’s not even an issue anymore!”

Well, sounds like your fears about the cops was no where near the truth. But now, you were even more confused. Taking you? Stalking? Blackmail? It almost felt like you were listening to yourself talk for a second.

Behind the dark glare covering his eyes, you could see Elijah’s trademark dimples, his pinkish lips covering the slight overbite he had, constantly showing off his front few teeth. You knew those downturned eyes were there somewhere, even with their shine dulled by the shadows of what looked to be a dark cellar around you.

His hair was unkempt, thick, dark strands covering his ears and going so far to the base of his neck. Wow, you had never seen him look so scruffy, even when watching from outside, seeing him brush his teeth in shirtless pajamas. He looked worried, shirt untucked and pants wrinkled as he ran a hand through his hair.

“And I’m sorry to say.. But don’t even think about trying to run away now. I made up my mind long ago, and if I find out that--”

“Urk, I wasn’t planning on it. I saw, the uh, dedication board. Or, shrine?”

At that, Elijah stopped. His baby blue eyes went wide for a moment, forgetting that was where he originally found you until now.

You hid your head down in discomfort.

“I have the same one…of you, in my apartment… in a box under my bed. There’s even a piece of hair from middleschool that I c..ut, from you.” You held back a nauseous gag at the admission. But here you were, this was your chance to prove how much you loved him, how much dedication you put towards understanding his every move, every like and dislike, the intricacies of his family history. “Do you know why I was in your room?” You asked, wondering if he already had seen your worship blog.

Elijah took a step back, lowering to sit on a pulled out fold-up chair across from you. His knees touched yours, still dressed in his black slacks and matching loafers, rolled up sleeves on his cream-colored button up that showed he had taken liberties to get more comfortable for the night.

“I’ll be honest I hadn’t contemplated that… just about how perfect of a chance it was, that you-- my uh, small, obsession since fifth grade.. Was here.” He looked down, a small red tint creeping from his cheeks to the rest of his face. He was bright crimson, like a kid again confessing to his crush behind the bleachers. “But you remember me?? From so long ago? I can’t… Its hard to imagine, i’ve been watching you for years and thought you had completely forgotten about me.”

“Are you kidding?” You watched Elijah rub his eyes, trying to hide his face behind his knuckles. “You’re all over the news, even if I wanted to avoid you. But I haven’t stopped following your every move since, I can’t remember. Every house change, new school, shopping trip with your mother… anytime I was free I dedicated it to watching you, or my--”

You cut yourself off, stepping one foot off into the deep end on a subject you desperately wanted kept hidden.

“If I knew any better I’d say you sound like a bit of a stalker.” Elijah tried to hide his grin behind his hand, leaning forward to get a closer look at you. “What were you going to say?”

“My…blog.”

“Blog?” He parroted.

“It’s a…. Dedication blog. To you.”

“Oh, like an obsessed fan?” He jeered, laughing with bright teeth as he braced his shaking from on his knee. “Don’t tell me-- you snuck in here for content to your blog?”

“No-! Well, yes. But some of it was going in my private stash…” You pouted, knowing you’d never get that chance again now that you’ve been discovered. Your days of fawning were going to come to a close.

“So you must be the one who keeps finding a way to get pictures when I never see any reporters around. By, breaking into my home.”

“That sounds really bad.. But I promise I wasn’t going to try to steal, or hurt you!”

That only made him laugh harder.

“I can’t… can’t believe I never saw you..” He wheezed, face flushed as you sat rotting in embarrassment and shame. “I had drivers chase after you for hours when you disappeared-- but you were five steps behind me the entire time!”

Drivers… your brain clicked two and two together as he tried to stop from giggling while hunched over.

“...Drivers?” You question. No way this is what yout thought it was.”So you’ve been spying on me?”

“Don’t sound so offended, little stalker,” He settled down, a permanent smile still on his mouth as he dragged the steel chair somehow closer. “ You’ve been hard to catch, but i’ve been keeping tabs on you, as unseemingly as it is. I couldn’t do it myself but I wanted to make sure you were, okay. Before it was safe to bring you home. Though I had nothing to fear about you forgetting me at all!”

You swallowed, mouth having gone back to a dry desert as you contemplated what this all meant. YOUR Elijah was spying on you in your home? Sending out underlings to watch and make sure you were safe? The man who you’d lay your life down for? You fantasized, imagining him at your window, you-- freshly out of the shower…

“What do you mean by home? You don’t mean.. Here, in the estate, right?”

Elijah observed you so fully, it made you nervous. He had never given someone this much attention in interviews, nonetheless in the photos and videos you managed to snap of him alone. And he was looking at you, with those eyes.

You didn’t know how much longer you could take it. Smelling his sandalwood with his knees pressing against yours, his finely ironed shirt toned against him-- right here, in the flesh. You always thought you’d be at a distance, never able to come in contact with him.. And now, you were tied up in his family’s wine cellar.

“Of course my darling. Where else? I can’t possibly send you back to that dungeon of an apartment. And you,” He stood, intent on coming closer. “Came in so willingly, huh? Didn’t think you’d return my love so… earnestly.”

“W-well who said anything about staying?” You sputtered, looking at his eyes glower in an exceedingly dark fashion. “I mean…. You love me? I’d accepted I’d never be seen by you but… you’ve been watching, the entire time?”

He stood up from his chair with a slight creak, causing your neck to strain upwards to look at him. A small touch caressed the end of your chin, his finger smoothening as it lifted your head to meet his gaze.

He hummed, Elijah’s eyes full of an expression you’ve never seen him wear before. Something in the mix of a sentimental possession, and a lover. But it was so tender, you couldn’t look away. It was so safe, so familiar. You recognized that look in the mirror, visible in your own eyes when you planted kisses on his printed photo taped to your vanity.

“Haven’t been able to keep you off my mind since you plucked that leaf off of my spoiled head. Love doesn’t even begin to describe it. I need, you.”

His gaze was so genuine, your eyes soothed by the glazed over grin he gave you, leaning down to hunch on his knees to be closer to you.

“I…” You breathed, wondering if this was a dream. “I’ve wanted you to see me.. for so long. Is this real?”

You stopped working. There was no chance that he had been watching you, wondering and waiting for you to recognize him, when you were longing for his attention, having convinced yourself long ago you’d only be able to possess him from a distance.

Soft fingers that hadn’t worked a day in their lives creeped up your knees, Elijah’s face only inches away as his eyelids lowed, looking sultry as he watched you squirm.

“I pray it’s not.” He exhaled.

“...Well, I’m not staying tied up in this chair, no matter how much you beg. Though… I can’t say I’d mind staying with you. Being with you.. Here, together.”

“Good. It wasn’t really a matter of choice, anyway.” He grinned, pressing a slow kiss to your cheek.

You involuntarily hummed in content, pressing closer to his lips as you arched out of the chair, longing to touch his warm body. He was kissing you; somebody get you out of these ropes before you jump the man.

Elijah couldn’t help but grin like a maniac, drugged on the way you relished his touch and pressed your chest forward to him. He rushed kisses to your chin, bites to your ear and licks to your neck with a groan.

But a sudden stop brought your blissfully closed eyes to an open.

“I’m sorry… want you too much, it’s getting to the better of me.”

“I’m not sorry,” You mumble, hoping that if this was a dream, you wouldn’t ever wake up. “Please, don’t stop.. I’ve killed for this, don’t stop now.”

“You tempt me too much,” He chuckles, gripping the sides of your chair seat to stablize himself leering over you. “So lucky you were my little creepy stalker, and no one else’s. Wouldn’t be able to control myself otherwise.”

“Stalker, murderer of your old lovers… I have many names.” You joked, but the bitterness on your tongue remembering those placeholders you got rid of was sour.

“Many talents, too.” Elijah’s eyebrows furrowed. “You’re the one that caused my fiances to dissapear? I wondered how they kept doing that,” He looked keenly, seeing right through your little ‘joke’. “Even I couldn’t shoo my mothers’ arranged partners away.”

You tried to look away, embarrassment showing on the way you bit your lips clean and your heartbeat wrapped. “I did it in your name…. I couldn’t stand them thinking they were worth being so close and casual with you! It was infuriating every time I saw it I-- I just couldn’t take it anymore. Even if it meant I’d never have you.”

Elijah buried himself in your hair, holding you tight. The squeeze was so personable, hungry and desperate to hold all of you.

“You have me now, you have me completely. I want you-- what a favor you have done, and you hadn’t even known.”

It felt so good, praised for such hard and hateful work you carried out. Their bodies were mangled, your rage manifesting in the corpses buried under the old golf course near your dingy apartment complex-- and he was happy you did it. Oh, you wanted to hold him, to smell him fully. These binds were stopping you from caressing the lover, the dream you had fantasized holding you to sleep so often, spooning the jackets and dresshirts of his musk in replacement for comfort.

Elijah still snickered in your ear, playing with the tips of your hair.

“But now, I have to see this blog. I’m too curious-- though I can’t say seeing it will help my small obsession for you. A stalking blog-- too cute.”

You were still so shameful of it, now that he brought it up. You didn’t want your soulmate to see the virtual shrine you had dedicated to him, your unseemly thoughts and hungry urges that were far too detailed and graphic to be shared with their perpetrator. But what choice did you have? He’d find it, one way or another.

“F..fine. But you’d you atleast untie me now? My arms are getting sore.”

That seemed to cease his light-hearted expression, frowning against your skull as he inhaled the sweet scent of your hair. It was the same as he remembered, now a decade later.

“You’re not gonna try to leave, are you?” He murmured, caressing pinching your ear with a light tone. But something dangerous was held behind it. It was frightening.. But oh, as if the possessiveness didn’t fuel how much more your insides craved him.

“Do you think I’d really try to go anywhere? Not when you’re so accessible to me now.” You looked over. Elijah’s lashes looked so long up close, sweetly deadpanned eyes watching as if you were being tested, hunted.

He seemed to find your answer appealing, getting up and pulling something out of his back pocket. Leaning down once more, you saw the switchblade bobbing between his hands, a pretty and simple hunting blade. He leaned over you, pressing it against the knot above your wrists.

You focused on feeling for the blade as to not get cut, only for your attention to be pulled back to the spoiled one-percenters lips pressing yours directly. It was a shock, more than anything. You wished you had seen it coming, wish you had been better prepared to share your first kiss with your darling!

Elijah left your mouth nowhere to run as he pressed up against you, fervidly ensnaring your lips between his.

You gladly accepted the pull away for a second kiss, leaning up as much as you could while hiding your desperation. He was so soft, lips gentle and big as they enveloped your bitten ones.

“Sorry,” Elijah broke away slowly, not straying far. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.” You watched his eyes stare wonders at your lips, fingers brushing against your trapped ones from behind as the task at hand was forgotten.

“Me too.” You uttered, pulling forward to kiss him again with an open, insatiable mouth.

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dawn-in-neocity · 10 months

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driving with nct dream

(this is slightly self indulgent bc i recently got my driver’s license)

mark

passenger princess! takes his position on aux very seriously, he has a specific playlist for driving with you. lowkey gets sassy about anyone moving his seat lmao. pays for all your drive thru trips since you don’t let him pay for gas. loves it when you take him to deserted roads and teach him how to drive. (except if you drive stick shift, he’s not having any of that).

renjun

literally makes you feel so safe. never speeds. rests your joint hands on his lap <3. not shy to use the car honk. swerves when he sees birds on the road (“jun, they can fly”). you bond by road raging together. turns and smiles at you at red lights. lets you put cute stickers on his dashboard and sun visor. his car smells SO nice. always opens your door for you!!!

jeno

drives stick shift. you hate that you can’t hold his hand, but watching him change gears makes up for it. keeps hair pins/ties or a hat for you in his car bc he likes driving with the windows down. never sees potholes. automatically puckers his lips for a kiss whenever you’re getting in his car. pretends to be annoyed when you ask for starbucks (he is ecstatic).

haechan

definitely a curb hitter. y’all split driving 50/50 between you. basically karaoke on wheels (y’all are somehow even louder than the music). his hand is on your thigh, regardless of who’s driving. you can never finish a trip without getting a little treat, and he just GETS it. you always sit in the car for 5-10 mins both when leaving to and getting back from anywhere.

jaemin

only drives when you’re too tired/intoxicated to. otherwise insists on being your passenger princess. takes candid pictures of you bc “you look hot when you drive”. don’t put him in charge of directions, you will miss three turns and be late. keeps a small bottle of his cologne in your car. brings you a lil snack from inside if you’re picking him up from his place.

chenle

music is for background noise only. running errands together and chatting on the way is a main pillar of your rs sorry. puts his arm behind your headrest when reversing bc he knows you find it attractive. hardcore backseat driver whenever you drive. puts one of those storage thingies in his car bc he’s SICK of finding random chapsticks and candy wrappers everywhere.

jisung

only likes driving when he’s with you. hand on your thigh always (does the thumb thing without realizing). only lets go to mom arm you. has a blanket in the trunk for your stargazing dates. gets pouty when it’s time to drop you home. can NOT park (no pun intended). you guys always play those road-trip games like parents on vacation.

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slvttyplum · 4 months

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✮ dishes breaking | satoru gojo

synopsis: your man finally comes back home from a long trip, there’s gonna be some dishes breaking.

contents: dirty talk, lowercase spelling, dishes breaking, smut.

inspired by: breaking dishes- rihanna

satoru’s arrival was long-awaited; you were pacing around the kitchen, waiting for your man to come home from his month-long trip.

it’s felt like years; the first week was okay, but then it just felt so different and empty without him.

his laughing, him complimenting your cooking, his sweet treat trips, his vanilla scent, his glossy lips, and his credit card.

the keys to the front door were jingling, and your ears perked up like a puppy waiting for its owner.

there he was in all his glory, a beanie on, sweatpants and a sweatshirt, wheeling in his suitcase.

before he could even get into the house good enough, you ran into his arms, his arms immediately embracing you.

he leans back, lifting you up off the ground, and you wrap your legs around his hips, his scent immediately entering your nose.

“ugh god, you smell so good; i hate you.” your arms squeezing around him so tight, and his are doing the same.

you look at him and take in his face, his nose red from the heat radiating off of you, his eyes still blue as ever, and his smooth white skin.

pressing your forehead against his, you push your lips against his soft, glossy ones.

after a couple of pecks, you lean back, and he fake-humps you, bouncing you up and down.

“missed you so fucking much.” he leans in, whispering in your ear and placing a kiss on your cheek.

you lean in, pressing your cheek against his, warming him up. “missed you too," mumbling against him.

he walks inside, taking one hand off of you, dragging his bag inside, and kicking the door closed with his foot.

not hesitating to immediately put his hand into your cheek, diving in for a kiss. the kiss was deep and passionate.

his lips moving in sync with yours as the taste of each other's chapstick sneak into your mouths, making the kiss sweeter.

satoru wastes no time walking to the closest place he can sit you down, that being in the kitchen.

his hand slides from your cheek down to your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.

taking that as a sign, you hold onto him tightly with one hand and take the other, lifting up your shirt, and he pulls one of your arms out.

the kiss is still going, now mixing your saliva together as his slick tongue swirls around in your mouth.

his tongue sliding out every few seconds to give a wet, sloppy kiss, little saliva love strings connecting the two of you.

walking into the kitchen, his eyes slide over the counter with a few dishes in patterns, and he flips you down on an empty spot.

of course you don’t notice; you’re too into this. you missed him so much, aching for him every minute of the day and him doing the same.

disconnecting the kiss again, he places both of his hands on both sides of you and just stares, a grin appearing on his face.

your shirt halfway off and your panties soaked, even when he’s just grinning like an idiot, he looked so damn good.

time couldn’t wait; you don’t know when he would have to go ahead.

your legs lift up and wrap around his hips again, pulling him in. your ass scooting off the counter a little bit as you lean in to kiss him.

his sweet taste eluding on your tongue again, his hand pulling off one side of your shirt, then going to take the whole thing off, disconnecting the kiss.

those crystal blue eyes staring back at you again—you missed looking at them so much, even though they were slightly terrifying.

“wanna show how much you missed me?” satoru whispers out, his voice running through your ears like a waterfall.

a lump in your throat forming as he drops your shirt on the floor, staring at your breasts in your bra.

his hands reach out as he leans in, pushing his body against yours, creating a tiny, empty space between the two of you.

smiling, you touch his chest, pressing the bulky sweatshirt against him.

you laugh to yourself, playfully rolling your eyes and sighing annoyed.

“if this is going to take forever, i don’t want to do it.” satoru immediately stops what he’s doing and leans back, looking at your face.

his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth twisted, but his expression quickly softened when he saw that fake look you always have on your face.

he immediately leans back into you, unclasping. your bra and quickly leans down, sliding down your pants and panties together.

before you can even respond, he grabs his sweatshirt and immediately pulls it off, leaving on his white wife beater.

your hands go to his sweatpants to pull them down, but he slaps them off, a sly smirk on his face.

“shouldve kept your mouth shut.” his voice deep as he takes both of his hands, spreading your thighs and pushing your knees up.

“put your feet up there.” his tone was demanding, wondering if you should try to be bratty, but you’re way too horny for games, so you comply.

satoru gets right in front of you; his body is so close that it’s making you feel like this is the first time.

pulling down his sweats and briefs, his long dick popping out and hitting his stomach, happy to finally be freed but also happy to see you.

your mouth is salivating at the sight, but you have to keep cool.

“happy to see me, hm?” your body becoming more aware of what’s happening, sending tingles throughout you, and warming you up.

“always.” he replies, taking his shaft in his hand and lining up with you, carefully and slowly sliding inside you, his face leaning closer and placing a kiss on your lips.

his whole length is now inside you, taking all of you in as you clench around him. the cold air brushing against your nipples makes them even harder.

“your pussy been waiting for me, hm?” his voice was softer than earlier, making him even sexier. the walls of your pussy pulsing from his voice.

all you could do was nod, but satoru knew you could do better than that. the first day back, and you’re acting shy? no can do sweetheart.

he reaches out and grabs your jaw, leaning in so you’re forehead to forehead and nose to nose.

“use your words; i taught you how.” his voice is now back deep, making you salivate on his shaft.

gulping you out on a condensed smile and answering back to him, “mhm, who knows, maybe i was waiting for someone else.”

that bitchy snap back, making him scoff, tighten his grip on your jaw, and pound into you, causing the dishes to rattle against each other.

“do you think talking back is going to make me fuck you harder?” his hips pulling back, then slapping back into you again, your heels almost slipping off the counter.

the cloth of his shirt pressing against you, making you even more aroused and needy for him.

“i do; that’s why i said it.” you hips pushing back into his, making his dick go deeper, almost kissing that spot you ached for and craved to be touched for weeks.

his jaw clenches as he looks deep into your beautiful eyes—the eyes that he’s imagined in so many ways while he was gone.

his pace was only getting faster, and he was hoping he wouldn’t finish too fast.

one last stroke, and he finally hit your sweet spot, arousal shooting through your spine as your back arches and your hands spread behind you, accidentally knocking a plate off.

“oh shit.” you try to turn your head, but satoru has a tight grip on your jaw.

“don’t pay attention to that; pay attention to me.” he says pushing deeper inside you, your legs quivering and your toes curling.

the pleasure deep inside you is boiling over. you’ve been aching for this, but it felt too good, and he knew it.

“hm? you don’t like it?” he fake pouted, pushing his lips into yours and pulling out halfway, then in fully.

his lips disconnecting from your lips once more, your legs still quivering, and your breathing pattern getting inconsistent.

you shake your head, wanting to say something, anything, but nothing comes out but a whimpering, pathetic moan.

satoru pushes into you again, holding the position once more and placing a kiss on your lips, looking at you.

“breathe… you know how to take it.” his voice soft, making your stomach drop, or, so you thought, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach.

your cunt is squeezing his cock so tight it can break off; those words sending every single pleasurable feeling through your bones.

the feeling of butterflies still flying through your stomach at his words, he slides out of you again once you unclench, then thrusts into you again.

your back arching, but his second thrust sends your body back, falling on the counter, dishes moving every which way, and some falling.

your head turning, trying to see where the dishes are falling, but satoru’s hand is still gripped on your jaw.

“pay attention to me and how good you feel.” his jaw immediately clenches when he feels his body starting to jolt.

an overwhelming amount of pleasure seething in his lower stomach, riding through to his shaft, the veins on his dick pulsing.

his eyes were still locked on yours, trailing over every feature of your face, making it harder for him to hold it in.

your stomach is sucking in and out every second, trying to hold in and savor every piece of pleasure he’s giving you.

a lump forming in the middle of your throat as your eyes roll back, trying to focus on something else so you can stay in this moment.

satoru’s hand unclenches from your jaw and moves to your chest, just rubbing it for a few seconds, taking in how soft it is.

“the dishes," you let out. the only thing that came to mind was the fine, expensive china rattling on the counter and taking turns topping over the edge.

satoru shakes his head, letting out light shushing noises that are still rubbing your chest, and your legs are now collapsing over the edge of the counter.

his other hand grabbing one leg and traveling up to your thigh, holding and gripping it; that expression plastered on his face, making him gulp.

“good god… look at you; you’re doing just a good job.” his words of encouragement travel through your ears and down your spine.

even if they sounded like innocent words of encouragement from your partner, they had a sinister, nasty undertone, causing you to tremble and tighten around him.

your body jolting once more as his final thrust sends you over the edge, a dish or two topping over and the knot in your stomach falling.

quickly sliding out of you from the tightness of your cunt, he slides his length on top of your pussy releasing.

his warm cum setting on top of you, your eyes relaxing back into its original state, and your body easing up into the cold surface.

your once-warm body is feeling the coolness of your surroundings once again, satoru still staring at that beautiful face of yours.

“wanna break a couple more dishes?” a smirk lingering on his lips as he leans down.

hmm… why not?

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE can we get reader being harassed by some guy in an alleyway and hotch is walking by with the team (perhaps going to get drinks after wrapping up a case) AND HE LIKE STEPS IN AND THREATENS THE GUY?? MAYBE EVEN FLASHES HIS BADGE OR SM. Basically I'm thirsty for some protective!hotch <3

You're reminded of how unpredictable life can be when you're yanked backwards unexpectedly, tugged into the darkness of a shadowed alley between two buildings. Five seconds before you'd been thinking about dinner, and now you're not sure you'll live to see another meal.

"Cash," The man grunts, his mouth pressed to your ear as his arm cuts tight around your neck, "I need cash."

"My- my bag," You whimper, frozen stiff in fear and rendered useless, "I- I don't have much, but you- you can take it."

He throws you forwards, ripping your bag off of your shoulder in one fluid motion. He rifles through it while you relearn the art of breathing, but before he can pull your measly collection of bills from the inside pocket of your wallet, there's a gun over your shoulder pointed at his head.

For a moment, you're so dazed that you honestly think you might be holding it. But you don't have a gun, and your wrist doesn't have the dark, wiry hair on it that you see beneath a grey sleeve of whoever's got the weapon.

"Drop the purse, and the knife." A voice booms through the alleyway, deep and firm. If it was directed at you, you'd spook like a horse, and your assailant looks properly terrified.

"It's just a little cash, man," Your attacker tries, "I- I know her! She's my girlfriend."

Your savior knows he's lying before you shake your head vigorously, but you do it anyways, because sitting there and doing nothing feels wrong.

"You've already assaulted someone in front of a federal agent, don't make it worse for yourself by lying about it, too. You're lucky I don't have my cuffs with me or I'd haul you into the back of my SUV and take you down to the station right now. Instead, you're going to drop the purse, and the weapon, and run as fast as you can, because the more time you sit there and let me look at you, the better my chances are of describing you to a sketch artist and placing a warrant out for your arrest."

By the middle of the man's speech, your attacker is trembling just as much as you are. He drops your bag and his knife on command, barely avoiding tripping over the edge of the gutter drain as he flees the scene.

As soon as the gun isn't necessary anymore, the man behind you stashes it in a holster, but you can't see, your back feels permanently adhered to the wall you'd backed up against.

"You're okay," The man assures you, and his voice is much more soothing at a softer tone. He bends to gather your purse, tucking a tube of chapstick back into its confines before holding it out as a peace offering to you.

"He's gone," He promises, ducking down where your eyes are stuck to peer worriedly at you. He has a handsome face, but it's pinched in concern, big brown eyes dripping with care, "And I will put that warrant out for his arrest. Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

"No," You breathe, still pressed to the wall even as you shake your head, "No, he- Thank you, I- I don't know what I would have done without you."

"I usually show up to these things a little late," He grimaces, dropping your purse back down to his side and holding out an empty hand instead, "Can I help you get where you were going?"

"Home." You mutter, "I was- I was going home. After work."

"I can drive you there, if you'd like." He offers, pleased when you reach out with a shaky hand to take his own, "Or we can walk, whichever you prefer. I just want to make sure nothing else happens."

"Um, I- I can pay for a ride. Here," You take your purse back, tugging a bill out that you're lucky to still possess, "If- it's just down the street, if you really don't mind."

"Keep it," He pushes your hand back towards your purse, "I just stopped a guy from taking your money, I'm not gonna do the same. My car's right outside, okay? Let me help you there. And- uh," He rifles through his jacket, "I wasn't lying about being an agent." He showcases a black-covered badge, Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner written in bold lettering beneath his name, "You'll be safe with me."

"Okay," You nod, accepting the hand that he holds your arm with to ease you off of the wall and onto your shaky legs, "Uh, thank you, Agent- Hotchner."

"No need." He murmurs, eyes scanning the crowd to make sure there's no sign of your assailant, "Let's just get you home safe, honey."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction

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luvvixu · 7 months

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night skincare routine

content: fluff, husband!gojo, he's a thief little mf, minor kissing, umm so i had this thought where gojo's typa boy who eat straight lip moisturizer/flavored serum lmaoaoao

if there's one thing that couples do love the most, especially when you are married to a man like gojo satoru, is that a night skincare routine is a must.

you know, after a long day, you and satoru would be situated in your shared bedroom with lots of trusted brands in your hands. satoru especially loves it when you help him with his skincare.

just you spreading some night cream on his already smooth skin. oh he just loved the way how gentle your fingers were when you slightly massage his face. and his head resting on your lap while you apply some product on his face? hell, satoru could immediately fall asleep like a baby.

your fingers always work like magic, he is obsessed with that.

anyway, it was peaceful, you know, both of you are doing your night skincare routine when…

"satoru, we ran out of chapsticks." while scrambling through the neatly organized drawer, obviously done by you, you called out for your husband who's laying on your shared bed with his favorite facemask on his face.

satoru looks up to you while his hand is occupied with his phone. you took a moment of pause to admire your loving husband. his hair is being pushed back with some cute headband that you two came across while shopping for some stuff.

"oh yeah, i forgot to buy earlier." satoru scratches his chin while smiling sheepishly. "how about the lip serum? you still have those, right?" he asked.

you let out a hesitant chuckle. "now we're talking, the thing is…i think it's missing."

"missing? sweetheart, did you perhaps bring it to your work?" your husband get up as he approached you towards the dressing table where you're currently seated.

satoru took his time and gently removed the facemask on his face since it has been sitting there for a while, also giving his face a little massage to get the extract of the mask sink into his skin before disposing the mask into the trash can.

"i did. but i swear, i put it back in my pouch before going home and now, it's gone!" meanwhile, you fumbled as you looked through your pouch again, and yup, it was indeed missing.

"now that you don't have any lip care products…" your tone drops its enthusiasm. lip products are your best friends, it is one of your favorite things that you would bring inside your casket.

your husband knew how much you love that product, so he volunteered to let you borrow his. "here, you can use my chapstick."

but as you opened the cap, the chapstick was empty. "oops…i think i already used the last portion a while ago." satoru awkwardly trailed off.

"but worry not, darling! i am always willing to share anything with you." he smiled, giving you that kind of smile you already knew so well.

he was planning something. "satoru, don't tell me you—"

satoru grabbed your waist to inch you closer to him. "yes, we're doing the traditional way of moisturizing the lips." his lips pressed against yours, already deepening it into his skilled french kiss that always makes you feel weak.

his lips keep on brushing on your own, imitating the way you apply the lip products on your lips. but seriously, his actions implies more kissing than the actual sharing of chapsticks.

the way his tongue would explore every known piece of your lips is insane. satoru memorizes your taste, inches, and sweet spots by heart. that is his weapon for you.

as his hand crawls on the back of your head, tugging it and pulling it even further to the kiss. satoru also playfully bites your lower lip, sending electric shocks to your body as you surpass a moan.

your husband continues to take the lead by nibbling on your lips. he let out a small whimper when you finally decided to also tug his hair, a thing you absolutely love whenever you do it during a make out session.

he's satoru gojo, your loving husband, and he also has an undying obsession with you.

"there, both of us have lip moisturizer now." satoru playfully licked his lips. finding the taste of strawberry chapstick even better when your lips itself was involved.

you, a blushing mess, pushed him away weakly as you are still trying to recover from the intense kiss. your lips were indeed more smooth than a while ago, it's so plumpy and a little bit bruised.

"oh shut up. you just did that to make out. with me." you halfheartedly glared at your cheeky husband.

"you're half correct about that. i indeed intend to make out with you, but i also want to share my chapstick with you." he playfully winked before wrapping his arms around your body.

"can i have one more kiss?" satoru inched his lips towards yours.

you just gave him a peck, saying it's enough for the moment since you're still not done in your routine and it made satoru pout. he decided to retreat for now since he got a steamy make out for a splendid minute.

"after work tomorrow, let's go to the mall together. we need to buy some supplies, skincare supplies." you reminded him, still your cheeks are flushed.

"and also, i am going to purchase more than we usually do on lip products." you added. actually, you're still upset yet confused about your lost lip serum.

you swore to yourself that you came home with lip serum on your pouch. but how did it disappear? were you being haunted?

the answer is…

"sure, my darling. just pick whatever you like and i'll take care of the money." your husband innocently chuckles before continuing his business he left earlier.

unbeknownst to you, you are correct that you came home with your lip serum on your pouch but you're not haunted. the culprit for this is none other than your one and only husband, gojo satoru.

he planned this whole thing out and sneakily stole your lip serum just for a dumb (i think?) reason. satoru was getting annoyed that there is something other than his lips that is being attached to your lips!

although, he wouldn't admit that to himself and hell! of course not even to you.

satoru did not regret what he did. in fact, he was smiling widely as he watched you gramble about your missing lip product not knowing it was his fault.

guess he'll be wasting money on your lip products since he doesn't plan to stop himself from stealing your future lipsies. but it was hell sure worth it if that means he could kiss you the way he wants and get rid of the thing he hates when you put it to your lips instead of him.

nevertheless, just wait 'till you found out about it, he'll be sleeping outside for some good nights.

©luvvixu2023

#gojo satoru #fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #luvvixu #fluff

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theycalledhimastar · 2 months

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I may love Kyle, but I can totally admit when he acts like a total weirdo (he doesn't, he's perfect).

☄. *.

Alright, for starters, man takes up all the counter space with his stuff. Unlike Simon, he is very loyal to his brands and he has a longer face care routine than you do.

Just look at his perfect skin and tell me I'm wrong because you can't, that shit's flawless and he intends to keep it that way.

Every towel in the bathroom smells like him whether or not he's used it and you will never ever figure out why.

(It's because he probably used it-)

"Kyle, did you use my towel after your shower?"

"No, why?"

"Because it literally smells like your bodywash."

"How do I know you didn't just use my bodywash?"

Don't make this about me, Kyle Garrick. You know what you did, you're just lucky your shampoo is easy on the senses. He's the one task force member that seems to be able to differentiate between what smells good and what is altogether too much.

The type of guy to have long, gorgeous eyelashes and always, ALWAYS complain about them getting in his eyes.

Like suck it up pretty boy, you're literally living my dream here with those baby doll eyelashes of yours.

He also knows it pisses you off so he tries not to mention when it happens, so you'll just catch him sitting there on the couch blinking like a madman. Trying his darndest to get the annoying eyelash from his eye without drawing attention to it. Although really and truly this just makes it more noticeable and kinda funny to watch.

Applies Chapstick in that really weird way that guys do it where they make a duck face, except he's fully self aware, he just knows it weirds you out so he exaggerates it further.

"Babe what are you doing, that's not how you apply chapstick."

"What do you mean, there's no right way to do it." :0

SLEEPS WITH HIS SOCKS ON BECAUSE HIS FEET ARE ALWAYS FREEZING!!!

Like thank you for sparing me from those absolute ice blocks, but like babe, that is unnatural. It is cruel and unusual and I will not stand for it!!

(Socks stay on during sex-)

Also prolly wears long sleeves and pants to bed regardless of how warm it is because he swears its more comfortable. Bro going to bed fully dressed, all he needs are shoes smh.

On a similar note, his hands are always cold, but instead of putting them in his front pockets or his jacket pockets like a normal guy, he walks around with his hands in his back pockets given the chance.

Doesn't think it's weird, but he walks around leaned back in order to do it and it looks goofy as hell.

Willing to advocate for you and it's really sweet, except it'll be for every single little thing. Like not just ketchup that you ordered but didn't get, if you off-handedly mention that whatever you ordered is kinda cold, he is on it immediately.

"Hey, uh, my Partner here says their food is a little cold, is there any way we could fix that please?"

Like he's not rude about it, but you still want to die inside because it's not a big deal and he doesn't seem to get that you really weren't complaining or trying to get him to fix it.

#cod x reader #call of duty #cod mw2 #crack fic #gaz cod #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle garrick fluff

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mrcavill88 · 9 months

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Dangerous desires

Pairing: August Walker x Male reader

Summary: August Walker is known for his dangerous tendencies. But a certain boy sparked a feeling of lust inside his dark soul, what's weird though, he just met the boy. Ultimately, it was up to him to do anything he could to make him his precious little boy. Besides, how bad could it be? (Answer: pretty bad)

Word count: 1.5k+

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, pet names "little boy, baby, etc", daddy kink, size difference (August is large and masculine, you're cute and petite, implications of sex toys, deep kissing, skin sucking/biting, slapping, nipple play, spanking, oral sex, face fucking, fingering, cum control, rimming, unprotected sex, August is very possessive, cuddling?

"What the hell?" you thought as you awakened from a deep slumber, feeling a throbbing pain on the side of your head. It's obvious what's going on as you observe your surroundings. You lay on an expensive linen couch noticing the ivory walls, adorned with elegant paintings and a surprising amount of, special toys.

It took a while for you to fully grasp the fact that you've been taken, not long before a daunting figure walks in. A large man, who looked to be around 6 feet tall, with rippling biceps, comically large shoulders, and a broad chest stood before you with a seemingly black expression, but what you noticed? The furry little mustache that lay beneath his nose made him look a little strange, but you couldn't help but blush at his masculine and chiseled features.

"Oh what a surprise! Mr. Walker didn't expect to see a cute little baby in his house!" His kind and gentle tone was a bit unsettling as his massive figure started getting closer to you, cornered in the couch. You tried to back away as August got really close to you. “Oh baby, why are you trying to avoid daddy? You know we need each other, come with me baby. Let me make us feel good” he said, rubbing your thigh. “W-who are you? Why are you doing this to me?” You said trying to pry the man off of your leg.

“Oh my sweet boy, you’re so adorable. You really don’t remember me? From the art expo?”

That’s when it all made sense.

You did go to the art expo and remembered accidentally bumping into August in a hurry, little did you know that very move put you in this place. All you did was stare into his dark blue eyes hoping that he would come to his senses. Did it work? No.

All of a sudden, a pair of chapstick tinted lips crashed onto yours, causing you to fall back onto the couch. His tongue racing in your mouth stealing every bit of submission out of your mouth. You moaned and whined loudly as August continued to kiss and lick your lips. “Oh you taste so fucking good baby, I’m gonna have a great time with you!” His words rushed and hasty as he started to suck on your neck making more unholy noises leave your mouth. His teeth sinking into your neck marking his territory. “You’re mine now baby, understand?” All you did was whimper in response to the man.

The kiss continued to deepen for about 5 minutes, by the time he pulled out you were a moaning and panting mess. “But a beautiful thing like you really should show off his beauty right?” He said as he started stripping you of your clothes. You watched as your favorite hoodie and shorts were ripped off your body and thrown onto the floor, leaving you completely naked except for a pair of white undies.

“My goodness baby! What a beautiful little thing you are! But daddy has something that’ll make his boy shine!” He said, patting your head, pulling out the smallest and most useless bra and thong set you’ve ever seen. Practically strings of fabric being held together. He handed it to you with an enthusiastic expression, hoping you wouldn’t have any resistance to this. Your response, however, did thoroughly disappoint him.

“August, I don’t really wanna wear this, it’s too tiny” you said trying to persuade him. “Oh? Does the little boy think he can boss around daddy? And don’t you dare call me August, I’m daddy not August! And you will wear the two piece if you don’t wanna get hurt, so I advise you do baby” he said gripping your shoulder. In a state of fear, you started changing into the two piece with a scarlet color on your face. Feeling exposed in front of August.

“There, happy?” You said in a fit of anger and attitude. *SLAP* “Don’t you dare talk to daddy like that! I’m doing this for you baby, don’t play that shit with me baby!” You held your face, surprised that August would hit you, thinking he was gentle. “Anyways” August said as he began to suck and bite your neck again, more moans leaving your mouth.

He moved down from your neck onto your chest. Forcing the bra off your torso and sucking and teasing your nipples. Moans and whines escaping your mouth as August licked and sucked on your sensitive nipples. “Fuck daddy! Uh!” You moaned as augusts tongue was sliding around your chest, your body quivering at Augusts aggressive touch. “Oh daddy loves what he hears kitten, you’re so good for me” he said as eventually let out, pinching your nipples leaving them red and wet.

“You’re such an obedient little boy aren’t you! Now, time for daddy’s present to his favorite boy. Kneel”. Absolutely desperate for more, you kneeled completely impatient for august to unleash his meat.

August unbuckled his trousers and, oh! Pops out the largest cock you’ve ever seen, albeit the first one you’ve ever seen. It looked to be 9 inches and really thick. “Suck” he demanded as you shoved his colossal dick down your throat. You could only take about 5 inches as drool spilled from your mouth while it was completely occupied with Augusts dick.

“F-fuck b-aby, you suck dick so f-fucking good!” Then came the thrusts, as august began fucking your face. You licked his tip, sending even more pleasure through the larger man’s body as he continued thrusting into your mouth.

“H-hey! W-who said you could do that y-you naughty b-boy! Uh fuck baby! Daddy n-needs to teach you a lesson” August said as he aggressively pulled out of you, putting his dick, soaked in pre-cum and drool, back in his boxers.

“Get on my lap, daddy needs to teach his naughty little boy a lesson!” August pointed to his crotch, motioning you to sit in it. Wanting to stir the pot, you tried to run out the door, still naked with nothing but tiny straps on your body. “Oh no you don’t! Get back here baby!” He grabbed you and forced you on his lap.

“Now baby, daddy hates to do this to his little baby but when daddy’s baby is acting up, discipline is required” he said as he violently swatted your right cheek. A scream escaped your mouth as his large hand left a red mark on your ass, the mix of pain and pleasure left you wanting more. “Oh no you don’t” he said as he cupped your mouth with his hand. “I need you to be on your best behavior, ok baby? I know it hurts but daddy is doing it so you don’t misbehave” continuing to spank you. At spank 30, your cheeks are red as a ripening tomato, tears staining your cheeks from the sting.

“Oh baby! Daddy is so sorry for hurting you, but since you’ve been a good boy, daddy’s gonna give you the best gift ever!” He said tying your arms together above your head. “Open up.” His fingers started slowly entering your hole, sliding in and out of them as the most sickening moans left your body. “Daddy!” you whined as August started inserting two, then three fingers into your hole. The amalgam of pleasure and pain completely consumed your body as he continued to finger fuck you.

“Daddy! I’m gonna cum! Please daddy, can I cum?” You begged the man, feeling extremely weak and fragile in the moment. “Oh no baby, let daddy go for a bit longer, you can do it baby! I’m sure of it” he said as he bit your nipple.

You lost it.

Ropes of cum shooting out from your cock, twitching and shaking as August continued to pleasure you. “Baby… Daddy is quite disappointed you couldn’t control yourself, but you’re still my good boy. Time for your reward!” he said as flipped you over, breaking your bonds, and grabbed your waist, ready to fuck you. He teased your tight and sensitive hole with his cock, leaving you whining and moaning, craving more from the man.

Then, *BAM* August started thrusting inside you, absolutely violating your hole. You moaned and screamed as his thrusts grew stronger by the second, ready to bust at any minute. “Daddy! Ugh daddy! I love when you fill me up daddy! Ugh! Fuck!” you moaned as he continued fucking you, your conscious slowly starting to dissipate at Augusts aggression. “Oh baby! I know you were the one! You’re better than any girl I’ve ever banged fuck baby!” “Daddy! I’m gonna cum! Please daddy let me cum!” you whined as Augusts dick started slamming up and down against your prostate.

You felt August starting to get sloppier and sloppier with each thrust, his brain completely wrapped with pleasure. You were both in heaven, hungry for what could come next. “C-cum with me baby” he whined as you both unleashed your loads, his cum painting your walls, leaving nothing untouched. He collapsed on top of you, body soaked in sweat and cum. The intimidating man suddenly wrapped his arms around you and teased your nipples.

“That was so much fun baby, you’re so perfect. Can daddy give you a kiss?” You nodded as the man gave you the most perfect kiss, one not like before, but a kiss of true love, something you felt for the man who had just fucked the shit out of you.

THE END

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handmade-witch · 3 months

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I Think He Knows ~

[AN: hi there! this is my first time ever posting my writing so feedback is appreciated~ i'm not sure yet if I'll post more writing, but I was proud of how this idea turned out. Hope you enjoy!!]

Pairing: Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader

🎶 I think he knows when we get all alone I'll make myself at home and he'll want me to stay. 🎶

You and Lorenzo sat on the floor of your room, a box of half a pizza and a near empty bottle of wine next to you. Music played from the speaker on your phone. You threw your head back in laughter, clutching your sore sides. Lorenzo grinned at you. He couldn't help but melt at the sound of your laugh. It was like sunshine, warming him from the inside out. And he loved being the reason you were laughing.

"Stop it! You're gonna mess it up!" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. You took Lorenzo's outstretched hand in yours, picking back up the nail polish brush. You bent your head over his hand, trying to concentate on your task.

Lorenzo couldn't help but admire you as he watched you. He had stopped trying to deny to himself that he had fallen completetly in love with his best friend. How could he not? You were funny, kind, and beautiful. He loved spending time with you and missed you terribly whenever you weren't around. You just made everything feel a little brighter for him.

🎶 I think he knows he better lock it down, or I won't stick around 'cause good ones never wait 🎶

The sound of your voice snapped him out of his enamored trance: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Enzo felt his face flush and he turned his head. His hand was still held in yours.

"Just thinking." He hummed. You returned your attention back to his hands.

"About?" You inquired. You put the finishing touches on his right hand, switching to his left. He shrugged in response.

"I guess I've just been thinking about you a lot lately."

Now it was your turn to blush, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"Oh?"

Silence hangs in the air between the two of you for a moment.

"If I say something can you promise me we'll still be friends?"

You dropped his hand. "Well now you're making me nervous Enzo."

🎶 He got that boyish look that I like in a man 🎶

"Do you every think we could be something more than friends?" He leaned forward, searching your face for a reaction. Trying to see if he had misread things, if he was pushing too far. Your eyes met his and you leaned forward too.

🎶 I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans 🎶

"More than friends, Enzo?" You smirked, a mischevious glint in your eye. "But I thought we were already best friends?"

"More than best friends." His voice was barely a whisper. He smirked back at you, leaning even closer. His eyes flicked down to your lips and then back at you.

"Lorenzo Berkshire are you asking me out?"

🎶 He's so obsessed with me and boy I understand. Boy I understand. 🎶

"That depends," he chuckles softly, "on if you're going to say yes."

"And if I say yes?"

"Then my next question is: Can I kiss you?"

🎶 He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue, got that oh! I mean- 🎶

You leaned forward, closing the gap and capturing his lips with yours. His lips were soft against yours. Yours tasted like cherry chapstick, he thought to himself. When the two of you broke apart you rested your foreheads together.

"God I've been waiting so long to do that." He breathed.

"What took you so long?" You teased.

🎶 Wanna see what's under that attitude 🎶

Lorenzo sat back very suddenly, looking offended. "Well I'm sorry." He crossed his arms across his chest, "You could've pulled your weight a bit more."

You laughed again, that throw-your-head-back cackle that had Lorenzo grinning like a lovesick fool.

🎶 Like, I want you, bless my soul 🎶

"Now look what you did." You scolded, taking his hand in yours. "After all of my hard work and you messed them up!" His nail polish was smudged.

Lorenzo just shook his head at you but sat still while you repainted his nails.

"So Berkshire, where are you taking me for our first date?"

🎶 And I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows 🎶

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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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hi! i did the last request for your fic "attention" and omg it was so good, thank u!

i was wondering if we could have another ethan fic, or hcs, whichever would be easier for you to write or do, with just kinda dominant things abt him? both sfw and nsfw if u can!

but maybe include something with both degradation and praise again? one or the other, you don’t have to do both if it’s too much!

i really appreciate ur work, ur doing amazing!

thank u! 🖤

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SFW

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who wasn't really dominant until he met you. Ethan was classically more of a submissive by nature because that's how he stayed hidden, but when he met you, a playful and funny girl that always stayed by his side.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who asked you out after finally finding all of the courage he could and surprised when you said yes. He was so confused when you said yes, but he went along with it, grateful that you did.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who takes you out on a classic dinner and a movie date, a horror movie to be exact. Whether you were fine with horror or not, you would still be basically gripping his hands and almost spilling into his seat.

"Ethan, you so planned this!"

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who actually did plan it, but not expecting you to go through with it. After the movie he took you out to dinner at your favorite restaurant, paying for you like a gentleman and walking you back home, not even trying to get a kiss before you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

"You weren't going to leave me without a kiss, were you?"

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who does kiss you, hard and passionately as you push your hands into his curls and pull him lower with a loud groan.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who asked you to be his girlfriend after a few dates and became the best boyfriend ever, accidentally becoming more of a dominant partner. He would carry all of your stuff, always having one of your ChapSticks or perfumes you always forgot.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who shows it subtly, not really putting it on show with a tight hand on your hip that keeps you close by. He would always pull you close at parties and get you your drinks, watches them when you go dance, he would definitely come off more as a soft dominant in public spaces.

NSFW

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who wasn't really sure how to be dominant at first. His actions outside of the bedroom were basically second for you, he liked to take care of the person he was in love with.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who first figures out he was your dom whenever you slip into that hazy mindset where your mind was in the clouds and you were begging for him to fuck you, legs spread and eyes basically clouded from the way you looked at him. It made him lose control, slipping into your leaking cunt and thrusting into you with no warning, fucking you until you couldn’t think about anything else but his cock.

“What, you want me to stop? You’re crying, you want me to stop?”

“No, no! No, don’t want you to stop, keep fucking me!”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who - as your dom - expected you to be at the door waiting to give him head when he got home. He would use your mouth like a fleshlight for his own pleasure, forcing your head against the wall and fucking your throat until he came a satisfactory amount and watched as you swallow it.

“Taste good baby?”

“Mhm, so good, E.”

“Good girl, baby, you’re such a good girl for me. Why don’t you go put on a pretty little outfit for me so I can make dinner?”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who makes you play with yourself on the counter next to the stove as he cooks dinner, watching as you use your fingers that didn’t do enough to fuck your pretty leaking cunt as he made your favorite for dinner. The squelching of your wet pussy was music to his ears as you fucked yourself fast and roughly, trying to find that spot inside of you only Ethan could get.

“Please, Ethan, I need you to fuck me! I’ll be good, I promise!”

“In a minute, baby, let me finish dinner. I don’t want it to burn.”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who finishes dinner and sits you on his cock as you both ate, feeding you and helping to make sure that you were comfy in your hazy state of mind, giving you a loving slap to your ass every time you tried to move on his cock. It would make you whine and beg, beg for him to fuck you right on the table, but Ethan was patient in a way you never expected when it came to being dominant in bed.

“Ethan, please, need to be fucked and used by you! Please, please use me!”

“When we finish eating baby, be patient.”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who gets annoyed whenever you don’t stop teasing him, riding his cock and humping against him as he fed you and ate himself, finally standing up and walking to your shared room to take you off his coke and throw you on the bed.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who punishes you with a vibrator he got molded to his own cock, knowing damn well none of the others could satisfy you but also knowing that only he could make you cum. Watching as you tried to get yourself off in desperation, screaming and sobbing and moaning as you begged for him to fuck you.

“No, no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being bad, but please fuck me — please fuck me Ethan!”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who’s debating whether he should fuck you or not, taking so much pleasure in watching you come undone at his hand from a sex toy molded to his own body, the vibrator finally hitting that spot inside of you that actually made you cum. Staring at your face as it scrunches up, relishing in your moans and pleads.

“Ethan, please, please fuck me with your cock! Your real cock, need to cum on your cock, need to feel you cumming inside of me!”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who starts to tease you, whispering naughty things in your ear to get you all desperate and flustered.

“You want me to fuck you? Want me to fuck you and help get you off, is that it darling?”

“Oh, well what do I get in return, baby? Fucking a baby into you is enough payment, but I don’t know if you deserve it…”

“You’re such a fucking slut, wanting my cum and my cock when you’ve cum so many times around this silicone toy. You’re such a slut I’m sure you’d keep cumming if I keep this inside of you and shove my dick inside your tight cunt with it. I’m sure you would love that, wouldn’t you?”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who finally gives in, turning from teasing and taunting you to the most praiseful man ever.

“You’re doing so good for me, my darling girl, so fucking good. I could cum right now in your tight cunt, that’s how good you are for me.”

“You don’t have to ask to cum baby, you can cut all you want, that’s your reward for being such a good cunt for me. An amazing fucking place holder for my cock, this is where my cock belongs. Inside of you, every second of the fucking day.”

“Fuck yes baby, You’re doing so good for me, I’m gonna cum. I’m going to fill you up baby, fuck!”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who’s only focused on your pleasure, continuing to fuck you until you tell him you can’t go on anymore, watching you come down from your hazy mindset as he cleaned you up, pressing a firm kiss to your cum stained thighs.

“You did so good for me darling, so fucking good.”

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lllivia · 1 year

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I adore you Enid Sinclair.

Enid Sinclair x fem!reader

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°★.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

You were on your way to study in Enid's dorm one Saturday morning a little bit too early out, because you hated the possibility of being late anywhere.

You were about to knock on her door before you heard your name being mentioned from inside.

"Of course she doesn't like me Wednesday! I mean, have you seen her?? Y/N is like the prettiest girl in school she could quite literally pick anyone she wanted! Also I'm pretty sure she sees me as just a friend, I've been giving her signals all of term, like when I've shared my favorite bubblegum with her and took my time brushing my hand against hers, or when I've held her hand and snuggled up to her while watching a horror movie, or like when she said my favorite teddy that I've had since I was five years old was cute so I gave it to her for her birthday! What more can I possibly do?" You heard Enid's muffled voice coming from the room, she sounded frustrated.

"This is sickening to look at Enid, your fawning and giggling at everything she does is making me nauseous and not in a good way. Just tell her that you have feelings for her and get over it" Wednesday said in her monotone voice, tho she sounded the slightest bit annoyed. You leaned in closer to the door and heard some tapping. "Even Thing agrees that you have to act on your feelings" you heard Enid groan frustrated and heard her most likely fall back onto her bed.

You were honestly really shocked, you had liked her since your first year at Nevermore Academy but never had the courage to say anything. How could someone not like her and her bubbly and sociable personality. She was the prettiest girl you had ever laid eyes on, her multicolored hair, her painted nails, her smile, the cherry vanilla chapstick you always wandered what tasted like on her lips, and her blue eyes that never failed to make your bad mood change.

So, you decided to finally knock on the door seeing that it was actually time for you to study now. You heard some shuffling before Enid yelled "Come in!"

As soon as you went in Wednesday walked passed you out the door, with Thing sitting on her shoulder. Enid squealed and ran up to give you a hug "Hi Y/N! I missed you so much" "we facetimed for five hours last night Enid" you chuckled loving how warm her arms were around you. "Still! So the project, what should we present about" she said smiling brightly at you. "I'm not sure yet, actually I was thinking maybe you could paint my nails first?" You said wanting to spend as much time with her as possible before sitting down on the edge of her colorful plushy filled bed on her side of the room. "Of course, what colors do you want" she said pulling out all her nail polish from under her desk and putting her desk chair so she was facing you, blushing slightly as she found you already staring at her with a soft smile. "Hmmm OOO we should match!" You answered moving closer so she had better access to your hands. About five minutes in painting your nails where you both just sat in comfortable silence, which was pretty unusual for Enid, seeing that she always had someone to gossip about, you decided to speak up. "I heard what you were talking about to Wednesday earlier" You said blushing. Enid looked up from painting you pinky looking absolutely horrified. "WHAT, how much did you hear? Oh I'm so so sorry I totally understand if you don't want to friends anymore, or even speak to me, I shouldn't have caught feelings for you, you probably don't even like girls, I just couldn't help myself- " Enid's distraught rant came to an end when she saw how close you had moved. You layed your hand on the back of her neck and looked down at her lips and then up at her eyes again and all Enid could do was nod slightly, her whole face a bright pink color, and she looked like she was going to explode of happiness. You leaned in, and finally your lips touched in a passionate and loving kiss. After a few seconds you pulled away slightly out of breath and leaned your forehead against hers. Enid still smiling like she couldn't believe what just happened.

"I adore you Enid Sinclair."

💗 Masterlist 💗

This might be a little bit corny but 💀🤷‍♀

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divinefireangel · 1 year

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Hi dear¡! ♡

Can I ask SF9 how they showed their love to their partner? (Hugs, kisses, physical touches, loving words, etc)

Sorry for my english 🥺

Your English is fine hun! Plus the language is kinda stupid hehe

SF9's Love Languages 🩷

Warnings: These are what I think are SF9's top love language. Of course it is impossible for such lovely people to have just one 😔. Mention of food/cooking in Tae's. Tea is Chani's.

Youngbin

WORDS 👏 OF 👏 AFFIRMATION 👏

I will literally physically fight if anyone disagrees with me lol. Our man is so wise and sweet and his voice is just is soothing so I just think that his ultimate way to show you appreciation will be through words. Plus man's a great and creative lyricist.

Inseong

Quality time

Well, it's mostly just him trying to make you laugh by saying and making up the stupidest jokes, if you can call them that, ever. I'm also a strong believer that this man just wants to annoy you enough to start a debate with him cuz he's bored lol

Jaeyoon

Physical Touch

Maybe this is me projecting my needs maybe it is not okay idk. But let's be honest here, this man is the cutest ever and he will want to squish your cheeks, irrespective of squishyness quotient. He also likes to hug you, literally engulf you in his broad af chest and baby you although you want to baby him don't we all

Dawon

Acts of service

I just love him sm 😭. See, he's the kind to leave you sweet sticky notes with reassuring words and a drawing or something stupid on the back lol. But yeah it's all the small things that he'll do like buying you a new chapstick before your old one gets over, bringing your water bottle around even when you tell him you won't carry it, letting you use his arm as a pillow during the long car ride to your destination although it definitely hurts after some time, fixing your hair when you're distracted, etc. Bye I need a Sanghyuk

Zuho

Words of Affirmation

He is so much different that Youngbin tho lemme tell you. So Bin uses maturity and juju uses his baby voice(?) aka he does aegyo and makes you feel all mushy inside. I mean, he is cute.

Rowoon

Gift Giving

It won't necessarily be stupid gift all the time, he does give you good ones occasionally like a sunscreen stick for example. Most of the time it is something useless and weird like a spoon pillow or some shit but it's the thought that counts right?💀

But no on a real note he's super thoughtful when he gives you gifts and he thinks of it as something that'll remind you of his love when you use it.

Yoo Taeyang

Acts of Service

It could be doing your laundry or cooking for you or putting you phone on charge. It's the little things that you need in your daily life that sometimes get so difficult to manage. But don't worry, our teddy Tae is here to be your little lovely helper fairy, even if you don't ask or notice it right away.

Hwiyoung

Physical Touch

Yes he hates skinship from members but you, no. He loves clinging to you and hugging you and kissing you. He's like a mama cat and you his kitten and he wants to kith and protecc and love you so much till you physically have to be away from him lol

Chani

Quality Time

It doesn't even have to be like an eventful couple of hours. It could just be him laying on your lap taking a nap and you reading you book and playing with his hair, giving him a head massage or tracing his cute facial features. It could also be sitting on the rooftop with hot tea cups and talking about life while nuzzling into each other for warmth.

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just-a-tiny-goldfish · 3 months

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Balcony blues

“It’s not like I can climb down…esta puta cosa” you stare mournfully to the side,your words slur with exhaustion, the setting sun mocking you with the passage of time. The only thing making it better, you think, at least the heat won’t be beating down on you anymore…you lick your lips, like that will do anything. They’ll be dry and chapped again within the second. On the ground, you stare at the empty water bottle, didn’t even get a sip—what you wouldn’t do for another one right now. You lick your lips—“diablos, why don’t I just carry chapstick?”

You sigh and toy with the blooming chrysanthemum’s leaves at your side. Stare sympathetically down at them. The sun has been beating down on them all day too…all summer really. Their once green leaves are charred at the edges, curling into themselves. The once bright white petals dark and limp litter the surrounding basket. “Pobrecita, all this money and they can’t even keep you alive?”

You coo affectionately at them, even if they are the reason you're stuck out here now…

You can’t find it in yourself to hold any ill will to the innocent thing. You're both being cooked alive—and in the end, you’ll be the one able to retreat back inside. They’ll have to stay out here. In the heat…

Maybe you can take them too…or maybe “ or maybe!” You Look down at the sad little plant “we’ll both just die from heat stroke before then!” You smile like the two of you really are sharing a morbid joke, “no one seems to care about either one of us!”

You stare at the chrysanthemums a little longer, letting your words really sink in, giving you enough time to regret them. “I’m kidding…I care” you touch one of its white blooms, pulling your hand back, the petals fall delicately in your palm, “I’ll take you with me. You’re not gone yet”

Feeling another trickle of sweat you swipe your arm over your face, “ugh” grimace at the gross feeling of your hair, wet and plastered to your forehead. Arnt curls supposed to shrink? Why do things always go south for you? “Why me…Why me, whymewhymewhymewhyme!”

Well…better you than anyone else you guess, “haha sure? Yeah, why not!” You frown, lean on the railing, not putting any mind to the creak of protest from the structure. Would it really matter? Maybe someone might actually notice you then.

Another drop of swear slides down your cheek, drops onto the railing, you watch as it disappears, not even a stain is left…you whimper at the sight.

Looking over—down below, the people scurry about—if you concentrate you can feel the buzz of their minds.

You can’t help the self pitying smile that appears, it’s funny.

You let out a dry laugh.

It really is. Your stomach twists.

You don’t feel that much different then when you're down there, walking alongside them, then you do right now.

They don’t pay you mind either way.

And you guess no one is paying you any mind now either. You bite at your lip, turn around, stomp your foot—the railing doesn’t jiggle this time—it disappoints you a little. Away from the heat swaying city.

Instead, stare at your disheveled reflection on the balcony door. Shiny and clear and spotless. Unlike you—looking absolutely haggard.

Walking towards it you lean your head—your whole body up against it. It’s a welcoming cool compared to the unbelievably dry and arid air.

Peaking an eye open, you can see the sway of the loose papers on the desk, a tattletale sign of the air conditioned room.

You let out a loud whine. “Why me?”

With a final sigh you pull out your phone for the hundredth time.

Still no call. Still no text.

You rub your eyes in frustration. You take in a shaky breath.

It hurts.

It really hurts.

You rub your eyes harder and sniffle—you’re not going to cry again are y—you almost fall forward as the sliding balcony door opens, just barely stopping yourself.

“Sidestep?”

Your eyes snap up. Towards the towering man, that makes you feel all the smaller than you really are. When did he get here?

Staring at him, you think—you wouldn’t mind being stuck out here in the heat all night anymore…

You smile, a small nervous thing. Appeasing.

“Steel? Hi haha, Umm…”

You can’t look him in the eyes. It’s much too intimidating.

Instead, you look past him, towards the papers still swaying in the indoor breeze. Now you can feel it too, and you want to go in—but you don’t dare make a move until he lets you through.

Julia’s not here, Anathemas not here either. No one to help. You have to tread carefully.

“I—“

“How long have you been here?” There is an edge to his voice, it feels like a parent talking to a child, one who should just go ahead and fess up to whatever naughty thing they’ve done—they already know.

But you haven’t done anything wrong.

So why are you so nervous? You feel your skin more clammy than when the sun was up high, spot-lighting you on your balcony stage.

“S-since five—I think? I’m not too sure…I was here with Julia…”

There’s a long pause before he speaks again. “You’ve been out here for almost five hours?”

Your not sure what to say, smile instead, “I’m sorry”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Your smile wavers, you’re short of breath, “I—“

His eyes narrow “I was here all day”

Your eyes widen—and the first thing in your mind is ‘and you didn’t notice me?’ you think you might even say it, your rising temper demanding to be heard. ‘I banged on the glass for the first two hours, I cried for at least 30 minutes out here? And—I wasn’t quiet! The concrete out here is burning, I couldn’t even sit. Didn’t you hear me scream?’ be brave and expel your frustrations…but one look into his dark eyes and you're biting your tongue tucking your tail between your legs.

“Well?”

“Sorry—I” A nervous giggle escapes you, you're fighting to keep your eyes dry, your voice from sounding wet, he always sounds like he’s accusing you “I—I tried to? haha, I did” you gently wiggle your phone at your side “no one answered me…they—I guess they were all busy…I guess…”

Steel's eyes turn from you to your phone, briefly confused, before he looks back to you with realization.

“Julia left her phone—I heard it going off” you swear there’s an inkling of guilt in the way his eyebrows just barely knit together but when he looks to you again, you might as well have hallucinated, “but I figured I should mind my own business”

You’re shocked to say the least. “Oh” well at the very least she wasn’t ignoring you. “Haha, that explains it then!”

“Okay—so I guess…can I maybe—”

“Just go home Sidestep”

You flash him the barest of smiles before turning, heart beating fast—on par with the aftermath of a close-call fight.

“Hey”

You freeze.

“Julia was looking forward to spending the night with you. I’ll tell her something came up…maybe you two can reschedule”

There’s iron in your throat you struggle to choke down before you reply softly,“…Thanks Steel—but it’s okay. Really.”

He’s polite enough not to mention the crack in your voice.

#oh no #he did forget the plant in the end #you think he would come back for it or feel guilty when he finds it in the trash?#Marcos Ruiz #I’m not sure I’ll put this on ao3–maybe 🤷‍♀️

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multifandomthoughts · 5 months

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AFAB READER

NSFW, MINORS DNI

“I want to play a game.”

Those were the words uttered from one Deidara as he sits across from you, a mischievous grin on his face. It had all started when, a few weeks before Halloween, you decided that you were done feeling left out of the Halloween festivities year after year, and that you wanted to throw a party.

A costume party, filled with treats and games and spooky surprises….you invited all your friends, including Deidara. You had a crush on him, but were afraid of his reaction. You knew he could be quite arrogant, and weren’t sure how he’d react.

The day of the party comes, all your friends file in with intricate costumes. And there he is. Deidara. Strutting in to nobody’s surprise in a completely home made sexy peacock outfit. His body was adorned with sequins, feathers, and studs. It’s clear that he spent a lot of time on this costume, and frankly you can’t take your eyes off it.

“I like your outfit Deidara!” He smirks at you, booping your noise. “Of course you like it, it’s a work of art! And I know how much you love my art…” Sauntering off, he goes to join the rest of the guests. You sit down on your couch, putting on a Halloween movie for background noise.

Everything goes off without a hitch as candy and other food and drinks are being passed around, and joy is being spread. Deidara sits directly across from you, a smirk rising upon his face.

He recites those words, and everyone’s ears perk up. He goes into the kitchen, and grabs an empty wine bottle, walking back and raising it over his head. “Okay, we’re going to play a mix of seven minutes in heaven and spin the bottle.”

And the game begins. You would spin the bottle, and whoever it landed on, you would play seven minutes in heaven with. It felt a little bit childish, but you just kept it to yourself and went along with it. You watched as one by one, your friends would go into the closet, and return in various states of disarray.

You can feel yourself beginning to get more and more nervous, as potentially hundreds of possibilities fill your brain. You could also feel a secondary emotion: want. You want to feel needed, you want to be in someone’s arms, you wouldn’t mind even potentially being used. Just to feel that connection. Seconds feel like hours as you continue to wait.

Finally, the bottle lands on you. And to nobody’s surprise, you were expected to go to the closet with Deidara. Before you can every say a word, Deidara pipes up with “I hope you don’t mind that I was kind of waiting for this. I know you love me, because every time you look at me, you light up like a jack’o’lantern.” Your face flushes, as you look down at the ground.

“Oh come on sweetheart, don’t be like that! You look so cute when you’re embarrassed…now why don’t we start off things a bit slow, hmm?” He presses his lips to yours, his lips tasting like cherry chapstick. You hesitate at first, but his lips, so inviting, so plump, cause you to lean into the kiss.

You can feel his hands grip your shoulders as he kisses you. His kisses get slightly sloppier, showing how much you really turn him on. He begins to put his hand under your shirt, which you gladly welcome with a moan. He continues to gently knead and rub the flesh, unassumingly. That is until, you feel some sort of strange sensation.

You jump, breaking the kiss. “What the hell is that? It feels weird but….I kind of like it. Deidara laughs manically, pulling out his hands. Upon his hands, where they were not before, were two small mouths, tongue included.

“I usually use them for my art, but I guess making you moan is in art in it of itself.” He proceeds to put his hands back up your shirt, squeezing your breasts as the tongues on his hands lick and tease your nipples. You could barely make a sound, as you’re attacked by his soft lips. You can’t help but kiss him back passionately, making this experience wonderful.

Before you can say anything, one of his tongued hands slips down inside your pants and underneath your panties. You can’t help but gasp in pleasure as you can feel his tongue connect with your clit. You let out a whine, and that’s his key to keep kissing you harder.

You can feel yourself get wetter by the second as both hands caress your sensitive spots. “Hey, is it okay if I insert a finger? I don’t want to damage my work of art….” Deidara asks, a gentle but flirtatious tone to his voice.

“Please do…” You gasp. He nods and slips a single digit inside you. Moaning loudly, Deidara silences you with another rough kiss. “We don’t want anyone to open this door, don’t we?” You shake your head. “Good, now let’s try to be quiet for the time being. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want you to be loud in the future, though.

That last comment caught you off guard, causing you to blush deeply. Between the hand on and in your cunt, the hand on your breast, and Deidara kissing you, you could feel yourself coming close to your climax. Deidara can clearly sense it, as that finger begins to move much faster.

“Deidara, I-“ He silences you with another kiss to keep you from moaning and alerting everyone to what you were doing. His finger pumps faster into you and you reach your climax, biting his lip as hard as you possibly can to keep you from crying out in pleasure. Once you ride out your orgasm, you detach your lips from his, noticing that you drew blood from biting so hard. It doesn’t seem to bother him so much, as he pulls out his finger, licking the cum off of it.

“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to….” You apologize profusely. “D-Did you just call me babe? Does that mean you want to be with me?” Deidara responds, his tone drips teasingly. Once again you blush, the words stuck in your throat. “Yes, that means I want to be with you Deidara.”

“Good, because I was thinking I’d like to ditch this party and go for round two. As much as I loved dressing like a peacock, it’s not as comfortable as you might think. Are you in?”

“I’m in.”

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