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spenceobsessed · 2 months

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part 1

this is a part 2 to another fic i did, but can be read as a stand alone!

post!prison reid x fem!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, smut with a plot

summary: after being put on a case with you, spencer realizes he might not hate you as much as he thought.

MDNI 18+

unfortunately, when working for the bau, having time off is very rare. you and spencer were harshly reminded of this. right after your successful arrest of the unsub at the nightclub, you were immediately put on a plane, incredibly sexually frustrated, on your way to another case.

you and spencer had (luckily or unluckily) ended up next to each other on a plane ride to the middle of nowhere in wisconsin. there had been a string of murders in the small town of hayward. four were dead and the unsubs rate of death was accelerating.

the flight was a little under six hours. just sitting next to spencer was excruciating.

the rest of the team had fallen asleep and although you attempted to sleep, you were simply just too horny. not being able to finish earlier, mixed with sheer anticipation had taken over you. you tossed and turned in your seat, a blanket pulled up to your chest. you open your eyes to look at spencer who had a book in his hands, his eyes on you.

you smile softly, sitting upright to get a better look at the handsome man.

“are you okay?" he asks softly, his kind voice still new for you. you nod, watching as he sets his book down over his crotch. hes still hard.

"i'm okay." you respond with a smile. "just, y'know..." you trail off trying to put your thoughts into words.

he laughs softly, completely understanding what you mean. "earlier.” he finishes your sentence with a smirk on his face.

“well i would ask how you feel about ‘earlier’, dr. reid,” you begin, your had moving from the armrest to rub against his chest. “but i can already tell.” you move your had quickly down his chest and hover your hand over his obviously hard cock in his pants. he gasps softly as you use one finger to trace the shape of him.

“fuck.” he groans, the use of a curse word throwing you off (and turning you on). “please.” he begs as you push softly on his cock, feeling a wet spot from precum already forming.

“use your words.” you demand, kindly, your dominance going straight to his dick. spencer liked being dominant, which he most definitely was going to be when the plane fucking lands, but right now he wanted to be taken care of. he needed to be taken care of.

“touch me.” he says simply as you begin to undo his belt quietly.

“ok, pretty boy, but i’m going to need you to keep quiet, can you do that?” you reply, reaching your hand into his underwear, pulling his hard cock out. he was huge, bigger than you would’ve guessed, especially for a relatively skinny guy. his tip was red and angry, begging for your attention.

“yes.” he says breathlessly, watching you hold his cock. you smile, throwing your blanket over his lap and over your arm, deciding that sucking him off would make too much noise.

you use your pointer finger to spread his precum over the tip of his cock, eliciting a muffled groan from the man.

you begin to move your hand down his cock, causing spencer to cover his mouth with his hand. his pupils were blown and his chest rising and falling fast. it was an amazing sight.

you felt yourself getting wet as your hand began to move faster on his cock.

“this feels so good.” he says, his praise only fueling your desire. the man bites back a moan just watching you concentrate on letting him cum.

“fuck, y/n,” he gasps out his hips bucking into your hand. “i’m close.” you pick up your pace a bit, making the handsome man roll his eyes back in his head and cum all over your hand. you stand up and take a look around the jet to make sure everyone was still asleep. luckily, penelope garcia had given the whole team noise cancelling headphones for christmas, so no one heard a thing.

you smile leaning in to give him soft kiss on the lips before walking to the bathroom to wash off your hands. when you return, spencer's eyes are closed and you can't help but kiss his cheek. he opens his eyes slowly, reaching up to grab your waist and pull you onto him. he throws the blanket over your bodies and kisses your forehead softly.

you squirm slightly, still feeling horny. he looks up at you, eyes barely open. "your turn?" he asks, referring to your pleasure. you laugh softly shaking your head. he was half asleep and still offering to make you happy. "no, its okay pretty boy, we'll save that for later." he nods, a smile on his face.

"are you sure?" he asks, turning his head so he could look you in the eyes, perhaps to see if you were lying.

"yes, i promise." he kisses you on the forehead before falling asleep, his arms around you.

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although you managed to get some sleep in spencer's arms, you knew that soon enough someone would wake up and you both would get caught. so, an hour after falling asleep on the handsome man, you painfully peeled yourself off of his lap and back into your own cold seat.

luckily, no one had (seemingly) seen anything, which was good.

as of now, you were leaving the plane to go to the hayward precinct.

"we'll check in with the chief of police, then dave and i will stay over night while you guys go to the inn and get some sleep." emily announced as they began piling into two large black suburbans.

they collectively thanked prentiss and rossi before heading to the inn.

"wait so when she says inn..." you ask, climbing the the back seat. jj nods.

"yeah, this is a small town so there isn't really any place for us to stay near by."

tara climbs in the passengers seat and luke slides in next to you.

the rest of the ride there was relatively normal, minus a few jokes about you & spencer's make out session at the night club, that you chose to ignore.

you arrived to the inn quickly, grabbing your designated room key and head to your room.

“fuck!” you yell, surprised to see someone already in your room.

“shhh.” spencer says, coming up to close the door behind you, taking your bags from your hands and setting them down by his feet.

“i missed you.” he says, causing you to roll your eyes.

“it’s been like thirty minutes, pretty boy.” he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. you laugh as he picks you up easily and carries you over to the queen sized bed.

“i’ve just been thinking about earlier.” he says, laying down next to you.

“oh yeah?” you say, turning you head to face him.

“uh huh,” he says, pulling your body closer to him allowing you to lay your head on his chest. “i want to make you cum now.” he says, his voice low. you look up at him allowing him to tip his head down to kiss your lips.

“jj.. is.. next.. door.” you huff out in between kisses. spencer shrugs, flipping your position so he’s on top of you. he begins kissing and biting down your jaw and neck, using his hands to expertly remove your shirt. he lets out a small groan when he rips the shirt off you, revealing your tiny, lacy bra.

“off please.” is all you manage to say, but somehow he understands. he unclasps your bra in a single motion, throwing it to the floor, exposing your hardened nipples.

“y/n..” he says lowly, his eyes filled with lust. “so pretty.” he continues to trail kisses down your neck and chest, until his mouth lands on your tit, sucking softly as his other hand teases your other nipple.

you groan softly, that familiar wet feeling returning in your underwear for the third time in 24 hours.

although you’ve just started, your groans and boobs had already gone straight to spencer’s cock and as he kissed your body you could already feel his hardness pressed on your leg.

you buck your hips up against spencer, begging for some friction.

“i need you inside of me, spencer.” the use of his name he was so unfamiliar with made his pants grow tighter.

“so needy.” he jokes with a smile, moving to remove your pants, his mouth watering at the sight of your covered pussy, a perfect wet spot in the center.

“so, so pretty.” he sighs, hooking his fingers in your underwear and pulling it off of your legs.

without warning he inserts two of his fingers in you, causing you to gasp and moan at the new sensation. you slowly attempt to remove his shirt as pleasure blinds your senses.

soon enough, spencer is moving down to attach his mouth on your cunt. “spence, please, im gonna cum. i need you inside me.” you moan, your back arching. this garners a moan from the handsome man, his noises echoing in your pussy.

you expect him to pull away, but he doesn’t. you feel your walls begin to tighten as he returns his fingers into you, allowing you to finally cum.

you moan and groan, his name on your lips.

even though your only semi cognizantas you recover from your high, you can’t help but notice the way spencer has begun to crash his hips against the bed.

“inside me.” you demand, your breathing heavy. spencer smiles as he removes his pants, leaving just his boxers, and crawls over top of you. he captures your lips in a heated and sloppy kiss, the remnants of your orgasm on his lips.

you reach down, breaking the kiss to remove his underwear, his hard and leaking cock sticking straight up. you smile as he pecks your lips, moving himself so his cock is aligned with your entrance.

he glides his cock over your slit a few times, causing you to beg him to be inside you. you’ve never felt this desperate before. he slowly pushes his large dick into you, causing you to groan, slightly in pain due to his size.

“you okay, baby?” he whispers, noticing your discomfort. you nod as your walls adjust, his size now feeling incredible.

he begins to pump his cock in and out, immediately hitting you in your sweet spot.

“fuck.” you moan, throwing your head back. he uses his hand to move your face back, towards him.

“i want to see your pretty face when you cum, y/n.” he says, in almost a demanding manner, but still with kind undertones.

his words don’t fail to turn you on, somehow even more.

“oh, you like that?” he says through a moan, as his pace quickens, the leud sounds of his cock driving deep inside you, mixed with moans, fill the small room.

“i’m close,” spencer admits, through breathy moans. you open your mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a deep moan.

you feel his dick twitch inside you as rubs your clit with his fingers.

“cum inside me, please.” you beg, feeling your core tighten around him, your release nearing.

“are you sure?” he asks, his movements becoming more sloppy, his skin coated in a thin layer of sweat.

“yes!” you confirm as you reach your climax for the second time, spencer following quickly.

his hot cum fills you up as he continues his movements, riding you both through your highs.

when you’ve both had a second to catch your breaths, he pulls out of you, leaving you full of his cum, but missing his cock. you smile as he gives you a slow kiss, laying down next to you.

“you’re so perfect.” he whispers into your hair as you lay your head on his chest. you smile, happy, but a little confused how just over a day ago you couldn’t stand this beautiful man.

a/n: thank you all for 100 followers and so much love on my last post. as someone new to tumblr it seriously means a lot. just so you know, my requests are open!!!! thanks again🫶🫶🫶

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faeryarchives · 3 months

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i'm not jealous !! (savanaclaw x gn!reader)

requested by anon: Heyy, saw the req is open again 👀 Can i req headcanons of savannaclaw with gn s/o where s/o gives all of their attention to another person rather than their own boyfriend (accidentally or not on purpose, maybe 'cause that person needs something important and s/o helps them). Thanks 💓 note: this is very overdue 😭 recent fics: savanaclaw with a furina-like female reader & octavinelle with a fischl like female reader! & you feel like home & let me kiss you

* ˚ ✦ leona kingscholar

"you're leaving already?" "mmm! since the vdc is coming up, vil asked me to help in managing the team. i will try to make it up to you okay, leo?" "hmp, suit yourself."

leona is not a clingy type of guy but he for sure wants to have most of his time either sleeping or being with you (yes he is clingy)

he is too used to the fact that you would find your way to bother him everyday + it feels empty without you by his side

so when you start to hang out more around the vdc group instead of him- this man will be very very petty 😭

not because you were busy no leona knows how much you want to help other people but what takes the cake is the fact that you started cancelling out your plans

"i'm sorry love, can we take a rain check? things are kinda hectic here right now" "... oh my god, are we supposed to go out today? sorry leo, i promise i will make it up to you."

the moment you try to make it up, he will tun the other way, his tail aggressively thumping on the floor while leona will look you dead in the eyes menacingly

"finally have some time for me now?" "leo-" *cue his tail thrashing*

at first he will try to look unmoved by your apologies and the only thing you can do is talk to his tail

he finally give in after receiving home made food with meat and being his pillow for a while but never do that again 🤬🤬🤬

* ˚ ✦ ruggie bucchi

i dare to say he is the most vocal out of the three

because what do you mean you can't come to your date because something about someone happened 🤬 that is not your responsibility young one 🫵

ruggie won't move if something will not benefit him but with you involved this hyena will run

"wow welcome back, did you have fun?" "uhuh, come here you hyena your face is not fooling anyone."

ruggie's approach would be in a teasing way

but it is a facade to not show his jealousy too much because you were supposed to spend your time together 😔and a guy like ruggie values his time especially with you

"why don't you spend time with them again?" "...ruggie, are you jealous?" "what like it's supposed to be a secret?"

while he is the most vocal one - he is the one who will also give you silent treatment when you start to cancel on your plans

you were supposed to do things together are you replacing him now!

"i'm not one to share what is mine. especially when it's you."

after wrapping things with your friend's problem - expect this hyena to be attached to you to the bone and give him some donuts when you are at it

* ˚ ✦ jack howl

this man will be dejected for the entire time to the point that people are pointing out how his ears droop

unlike the other two, jack would try to convince himself that it's normal for you to pay attention to other things

at first jack would try to help you out because you are also friends after all but unfortunately it's not the field he can offer his help so all he can do is to reassure you that he's fine

"jack are you sure?" "it's alright. they need your help right?"

but to be honest he needs your help too 😭 he already reassured you right? but why does he feel so jealous whenever you come back to hang out only to talk about your friend whom you had helped out

"jack, you look a little sick - are you okay?" "well... it's because you keep talking and spending more time with them." "huh?" "why don't you just go hang out with them instead? i'm sure they'll keep you better company, right?"

after that - as much as jack doesn't want to avoid you, he just can't help it + he can't look at you in the eye after suddenly blaming you

technically both of you are at fault but shouldn't your relationship be built on trust

when you finally confront him, all your problems are clarified and just lack communication with each other

it may take some time for jack to fully acknowledge that feeling and become more open about it but one thing that he knows for sure that he trusts you

"i'm sorry for saying such things that day."

"you're so cute, you know that? don't worry jack, i love being with you."

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space-invading-pigeon · 2 years

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Steve came home from work one day pissed as hell. His coworker had made three of his little ones cry, the service dog that was supposed to visit the long-term patients was cancelled last minute, Dustin texted him to cancel their weekly phone call because he and Suzie were fighting, Hopper had to postpone his monthly check-in because El caught a stomach bug at school, and Mrs. Ryans stopped him in the lobby to tell him that she's praying his "no good devil worshipping roommate" received the damnation he supposedly deserves.

So Steve burst into his home, fuming, face flushed red in his anger, and startled poor Eddie out of his armchair. "I called Mrs. Ryans a stupid old hag and I'm not apologizing!" He announced, practically throwing his shoes into their proper place. "She's stupid and I hope she breaks her other hip."

Eddie started his usual task of making brownies (he's a firm believer that chocolate can make anything better, and he knows that Steve's got an almost pavlovian response to the smell of brownies now) while Steve changes out of his scrubs and into something more comfortable. He'd completely bypassed his own closet, instead stealing one of Eddie's prized Iron Maiden tees to go with his threadbare pajama bottoms. Eddie opened his mouth to ask what had happened that day to make Steve so upset, but Steve didn't let him.

"Seriously, why does she hate you so much? You're like the sweetest person ever. So I told her to stop talking shit about you, and she was like, 'why should I,' so I told her that my baby sister would slap the wig off her bald little head if she kept being shitty to my boyfriend, and I might have actually given her a heart attack. Should we go check on her?" Eddie froze at Steve's admission; first of all, a baby sister?? But, more pressing, boyfriend. "Oh, my god, I might have killed our elderly neighbor. El wouldn't actually slap her! Wait, yes she would. She's still learning social norms and I don't think Hop told her that hitting old people is frowned on. I don't- does Hop know not to hit old people? Eddie, my dad might abuse the elderly."

"Stevie, honey, slow down," he finally settled on. Eddie bypassed their little dining table to sit Steve on the couch. "One thing at a time. Mrs. Ryans is not dead, we'd have heard all the munchkins singing by now."

"I'm not going to prison for shocking our neighbor to death, Eddie, I'd rather be melted into a giant flesh monster," Steve piped up. Eddie didn't have time to unpack whatever that meant, so he ignored it.

"You're talking about your sister like she's not used to humans."

"She's not, really. She was ex- she was, um, bad home life. Before we met. She's Hopper's daughter now, but before, her dad fucked her up. Like, doomsday, raise the children in isolation, fucked up." Steve was marginally calmer, but his anger gave way to nerves as everything he'd said caught up with him. "I called you my boyfriend."

"Good to know you've got beauty and brains, sweetheart," Eddie cooed at him, smacking an exaggerated kiss to his cheek. "Not every day I have such a cute guy screaming at old ladies for me."

"J-just the one old lady. You're not mad I called you my boyfriend?" Eddie paused there, giving Steve the flattest stare he could manage.

"Steve. I've been flirting with you for two years. Bruce has been trying to get me to propose to you for one of those two years."

"Bruce just had a baby, he should worry about-"

"Bruce tried to explain to you that we're dating and you called him a funny guy, honey. Congrats, you're the last to know."

"We're dating?" Steve shrieked, and Eddie couldn't help but laugh. Steve's face was so incredulous, like he really had no idea, and as sad as it was to see that, it was just too funny to Eddie that they'd been dating in almost every sense for more than a year before Steve seemed to be aware of it. "Are you telling me I could have kissed you this whole time?"

"Well, yeah, obviously. Stevie, you really didn't know? I thought it was obvious how much I love you, sweetheart."

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson #eddie and steve #roommates au #the party #here's how they get together #as a lil treat #because im going to make them suffer later

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httpspedri26 · 2 months

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Turn back time - JB

Angst

Jude Bellingham x reader

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Jude hated the feeling of being alone. Sure, he had his mother living with him, but he hated that the left side of his bed was empty. It had almost been 8 months since Jude joined Real Madrid, and 4 months since you left him.

It was his fault. Everything that had happened between you and him was his fault. You tried, god you tried so hard to save your relationship, but you failed miserably.

The last chance you gave him was 4 months ago, on November 16, your 3-year anniversary. You had made a whole plan, you made dinner, his favorite, and his mom had helped a little but left an hour before Jude was supposed to arrive home. But he never did. He never arrived, which left you alone on the couch waiting for him, and you were done waiting for him. You reminded him the day before too, and he still forgot.

“Hey babe,” Jude said as he dropped his bag at the front door. You quickly looked up from your book and stood up from the couch. “Hey Jude,” you whispered, smiling at him. He didn’t return the smile as he kissed your cheek and flopped down next to where you were sitting, quickly reaching for his phone in his back pocket.

“Where’s my mum?” He mumbled, scrolling through his Instagram feed. “She left to grab some things for dinner.”

The knot in your throat pulled tighter, restricting the flow of oxygen. You swallowed past it and forced your lips to curve upward. “Speaking of dinner, don’t forget our dinner tomorrow for our anniversary.”

“I won’t,” he tapped something on his screen.

“It’s our third-year anniversary,” you whispered as you bit your lip, hoping to get some emotion out of Jude.

He looked up from his phone and smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I know babe, I won’t forget,” he said while standing up from his seat.

You put up with dozens of missed dates, canceled trips, and broken promises over the years, which was understandable because of football; everything was always about football, and you were tired of it.

“Tell mum not to worry about dinner for me, I already ate with Vini. I’ll go take a shower and take a nap,” his lips grazed your cheek on his way past you. “Good night.” He was already gone by the time you responded. “Good night.”

Jude hated himself the next day. He had come home late due to the guys wanting to go out to a bar.

He had forgotten about the dinner you had planned and only remembered when he went inside his house and saw two dinner plates on the table, and his mom in the living room pacing around trying to get hold of someone on the phone.

That’s when Jude’s heart stopped.

Jude felt really bad these last 4 months. He didn't hear from you at all, like you never existed. There wasn't anything of you left in his house, just the faint smell on your pillow. He hated that he let you go so easily.

Every day, waking up reminded him of you and how he had to live without you. He looked different too, with dark purple bags under his eyes. His mom worried about him and you too. She hadn't heard from you since that night. She didn’t know if you were alive or dead, or if you had somewhere to go.

Jude's days were all the same, filled with regret and missing you. He wished he could go back and fix things. But time just made it worse, making the hole you left even deeper.

Playing with Real Madrid helped a bit, but he still couldn't forget you. His teammates saw how he changed, from being happy and confident to sad and quiet. They tried to cheer him up, but nothing worked.

Weeks turned into months, and Jude couldn't stop thinking about you. He knew he messed up and wanted you back more than anything.

#football imagine #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude victor willliam bellingham #jude bellingham angst

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kinq-sleazee · 11 months

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I had a thought out request then work got busy and now all I remember is mean over protective step brother, or best friend if you don’t like pseudocest, Bakugou scaring off all your dates without you knowing and telling you how you deserve better and he would never

hello @mhathotfic my love , sorry i’m responding so late— but i’m here now with smut !

MDNI | TW! College AU, Stepcest, Degradation

Your relationship with Bakugo has always been a odd. From the day your mom moved in with his dad, he’d developed a sick little obsession with you.

Nothing got past him. He swatted away any and all suitors—with you none the wiser.

Date after date would be canceled. Messages changing from blue to green. Guys actively avoiding you on campus and you had no idea why.

It would always lead you back to his dorm room. Straddling his lap and crying on his shoulder while he rubbed your back and cursed those “extras who could never be good enough for you”.

And your suki is so sweet to you. Saying that you’re so special to him and he doesn’t understand how those idiots could treat you so bad. Claiming that anyone would be lucky to have you and whispering that sometimes he wishes that you weren’t his sister so that he could have you for himself.

And he words it like a joke, in case you get spooked, but he’s dead serious. Staring you right in the eye as you chew on your lip while playing with the strands at the nape of his neck.

You’re a little shocked but you get it. It makes sense, y’know ? Who could love you better than the boy that’s protected and cared for you since middle school? The man that makes you feel like the only girl in the world.

He blinks twice when he hears you little voice say, “m’not really your sister”. Lips curling over his teeth in a wicked sneer.

“Hah?” He raises a brow, hands slowly falling to rest at your waist. “What’s that ? You’re not my imouto? My sweet girl ?”

Bakugo rolls his hips experimentally, pleased with the exasperation huff you give at the brief contact.

“m’just sayin’, we’re not really brother and sister” you whine, face heating at the implication of your words.

Were you really suggesting this ? Are you so desperate that you’d stoop so low ?

Bakugo feigned a gasp. A pout formed on his lips that juxtaposed the glimmering lust in his eyes.

“So after all we’ve been through…”, he began, hands traveling under your skirt to rest on your bare thighs. “After all we’ve been through. I’m not really your brother because you really want some dick ?”

The vulgarity startled you. You tried to deny but it fell on deaf ears as his fingers ventured closer to your moist heat.

“Are you really getting wet on my lap ?” His face is stern but there’s amusement in his tone. Your ears burn at the accusation, which you vehemently deny. This time your denial is met with a mean pinch to your plush thigh. “Now you’re lying to me ? What’s got into you What happened to my good girl ?”

A broken whimper leaves you. You’ve never felt this desperate for anything. You want to be a good girl but you just want him so bad.

“ I am your good girl, suki. I promise”.

“Tch” Bakugo shakes his head, admiring the way your lip trembles when he pinches you harder. “You’re not a good girl” he coos, moving closer to kiss the tear sliding down your cheek. “You’re a whore, imouto. A desperate slut for nii-chan’s cock”.

Your panties are pulled to the side and a single digit swipes through the mess of slick arousal. Bakugo whistles lowly, dragging your sticky wetness to press at your clit.

“Is this what you wanted, baby” He pouts up at you, mimicking your expression. You nod, nails digging into the skin of his broad shoulders.

“More, suki” you whine, grinding against the pad of his thumb. “wan’ sum more please”.

He shushes you and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Then another. And another until his tongue is pushing through the seam of your lips in time with his finger diving knuckle deep into your cunt. He grunts at your tightness, but continues kissing you while working you open.

The flat of his tongue collects the sweat beading on your neck, just as a second finger enters you. He curls them upwards, rubbing against your velveteen walls.

“Taking my fingers real good, baby. So proud of you right now” he whispers in your ear before nibbling on the lobe. You gush around him, pussy spasming from the ruined quality of his voice as he praises you. The fact that he looks absolutely wrecked, and you haven’t even touched him properly sends you hurtling towards your orgasm. A few more pumps and you’re met with the most euphoric orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

He works you through it. Pumping into you slowly as your body vibrates around him and your breathing settles. He pulls out and taps his fingers on your lips, humming when you drunkenly take them in your mouth.

He keeps you like this for a moment. Just rubbing against your tongue until saliva pools in your mouth and spills from the side.

Bakugo knows that you’re getting working up again by the cute little scrunch of your brow and the way you drag your cunt over his thigh. So desperate to get fucked. His dick feels unbreakable.

With his free hand he pulls out his cock and lowers your head to drool on it. You’re pushed off his lap and placed between his legs. Mean cock bobbing in your face.

“If you want nii-chan to fuck you , then you have to get on your knees and beg”.

#this was fun to write #I’m a little out of practice #so bear with me #♛♚|the king speaks #mha x reader #mha x black reader #mha smut #mha bakugo smut #bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo x black reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #Katsuki Bakugo

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joeys-babe · 7 months

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Joey B Imagines: Don’t Be Embarrassed

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summary: after a sex marathon with your husband joe the previous night, you head downstairs for breakfast and have a seriously awkward interaction with his parents.

(this is a tiny part 2 to - part one)

warnings: talks about sex, no actual smut

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n's pov)

when my alarm went off at 8, i immediately hit snooze.

i wanted to go back to sleep but remembered the plane that joe and i were going to have to catch in just a couple hours, so i slipped out of bed.

joe was still dead asleep, looking incredibly peaceful.. so i left him alone.

the first thing i did was get dressed in my traveling outfit, and putting my hair in a messy bun before i made my way downstairs.

"mommy!!" - savanna jumped off the couch and came flying towards you

"good morning sweetie, how'd you sleep?" - you picked her up and put her on your hip

"good, i had good dream." - savanna

"what was your dream about?" - you

"dada bought me puppy!" - savanna

"he did?? what did you name your puppy?" - you

"uh, i dont remember.." - savanna

"oh you don't remember.. okay. what would you name your puppy if you got one?" - you

"marr!" - savanna

"oh my gosh, you'd name it after ja'marr??" - you

"yup. put me down? i want to play with my barbies!" - savanna

"yes, of course." - you sat her down

i watched sam run up the stairs to her room before i walked into the kitchen. robin was cooking and jimmy was drinking coffee while sitting at the island.

when i walked over to the fridge to grab a water i noticed both of them giving me weird looks.

"what?" - you laughed nervously

"did you sleep good last night?" - robin smiled

"yeah actually, i didn't even hear you guys come in. i was dead asleep." - you

liar.

"mhm." - robin looked at jimmy for a second then turned back to you

this interaction was really weird so i was more than thankful when i saw joe walking downstairs and into the kitchen.

"morning guys" - joe smiled

"morning, joey!" - robin gave joe the same weird look

"what's that look?" - joe laughed

"nothing." - robin grinned

joe looked at me confused but i returned the look of pure confusion.

"did you sleep good?" - joe asked, trying to start conversation and end the silence

"mhm." - you pulled him into a hug

joe kissed my head, as i laid against his chest. robin and jimmy were still looking at us with weird smiles on their faces so we quickly pulled away from each other.

"what time did you two end up going to bed last night?" - jimmy

"uh, i don't really know. i was asleep before you guys got here. do you know?" - joe

"uh, nope." - you

"that's kinda weird because we heard quite the commotion last night" - robin

both joe and i tensed up, not knowing what to do.

"you guys know the guest room is right under the master bedroom, right?" - jimmy

"oh god." - joe sighed

"so you guys.." - you

"heard y'all? yup. coulda gone my whole life without hearing that." - jimmy

"oh my god." - you covered your face with your hands

"it's fine though, don't be embarrassed. it's not like we didn't know you guys engage in that.. activity. i mean you guys have a kid so we kinda knew.." - robin

"yeah you guys are married adults, don't be embarrassed. but, joe honey you sound like a cat dying.” - jimmy

"i don't think i sound that bad..." - joe mumbled

"he’s overreacting, joe. after i heard it though, and well realized what i was hearing i put my noice cancelling headphones on.” - robin

"all i had were pillows to put over my ears, thank god i was super tired and fell asleep quickly. i’d probably end up sleeping in the car.” - jimmy

"but really, don't be embarrassed. you guys are young and having fun." - robin

"okay, sorry about that though." - you

"it's fine." - robin smiled

"yeah guys, it's all good, i'm only slightly traumatized." - jimmy

"jim." - robin rolled her eyes

"as much as i'm loving this conversation about our sex life.. i'm gonna grab some toast and finish packing." - joe

"i'll be up there in a second!" - you told joe as he grabbed a plate of toast and started walking back upstairs

thank god that joe’s parents love me, plus i’ve already got the ring on my finger so there’s no getting rid of me.

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authors note: small little part two as a goodnight!!

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow series

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astralaffairs · 8 months

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Don't mean to pressure you or anything but I really miss fotp and that last chap had me wanting to tear my heart open (TT)

If you're up for it, can I request for a short fluff abt mc and president t's marriage life? Or if you're still feeling villain-y, an angst will do! 😚

Hope you're having a fine dayyy, love all your works btw! 🫶🏻

astralaffairs villain era canceled. let me also refer u to late nights & speech writes for some president thom husband material

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“And where the hell have you been?” Strong hands grabbed Y/N by the waist the minute she locked the door behind her, and she squealed, stumbling over the hem of her long dress as she was pulled into a strong body. Rough wool scratched her bare shoulders. “‘S late. A woman like you shouldn’t be out all on your own like this. Who knows what coulda happened.”

Her laugh was breathless as Thomas kissed her neck, his stubble harsh against her skin, and her hands came to cover his as his arms wrapped around her waist. “Oh, please. I don’t think I’ve left the White House in the last 72 hours; I’m not exactly looking for trouble.”

“So why’ve you been out all night, hm?” He nipped at her earlobe, but she rolled her eyes. “Who’ve you been with all this time, sugar?”

“That Russian ambassador who did not want to hear that I have an early morning tomorrow,” she said dryly. “This is the worst part about state dinners. All the old men in the room still talk to me like I’m their young prospect rather than a peer in government who’s here as my job.”

“They’re all goddamn relics; don’t let ‘em get to you,” Thomas said. “They’re dinosaurs, and they’re gonna be dead in a few months, anyway.”

“At this rate, they’ll also be running entire countries when they’re on life support,” Y/N grumbled, and his laugh was sardonic.

“‘N they’re still gonna be tryin’ to hit on you when they’re hauling oxygen tanks around here behind ‘em.” He turned her around in his arms, and her drained expression made him frown. Her eyes looked empty. “‘M sorry you don’t get the respect you deserve at these events, though, sweetheart. Wish there was something more I could do."

"I don't expect you to be able to end all sexism in government, believe me," she said, reaching up to loosen his tie. "Doesn't help that they all see you as the ultimate guy's guy, though. Thomas Jefferson, the good all-American trust-fund baby who loves steak and baseball."

"Maybe I'll eat some tofu 'n take up figure skating," he suggested mildly as she slid her hands under the collar of his blazer, pushing it down his shoulders. He withdrew his arms from her waist for just long enough to shake the jacket off, discarding it on the chair by his desk in the corner. "I've always thought there was a whole lotta power in embracing the traditionally feminine."

"Sure you have," she scoffed. He grinned, taking a step back toward their bed with her in his arms as she started undoing the knot in his tie. "You regularly smoke cigars with foreign heads of state to celebrate national alliances. You're the epitome of the boys club."

"Hey, I smoke the cigars with women holdin' office too," he defended. She slid his tie out from the collar of his shirt.

"You're truly a feminist icon." The words were ironic as she pulled his button down out from where he'd tucked it into the waist of his pants, walking him back toward their bed all the while, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You're talkin' a whole lotta mess for somebody who's trying to undress me."

"You're not putting up much of a fight." She raised an expectant eyebrow, looking him in the eye as she undid his belt buckle, and when he pulled her close, she slid her hands up his chest. She fiddled with the top button on his dress shirt as he guided both of them through the final few steps between him and the foot of their bed.

"'N you're awful lucky I'm not." As he sat on the edge of the mattress, she stood between his parted thighs as he pulled her dress up her legs. "You just came home from a long night of work, 'n all you wanna do is objectify me? 'M a whole lot more than just a hot body, Ms. L/N."

Despite his words, when the hem of her dress was high enough for him to slide his hands under it, he pulled her onto the bed with him, straddling his lap as his hands ran up her bare thighs. She cocked her head to one side.

"You mean 'Mrs. Jefferson'?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Yeah, but I like it a whole lot better when you say it." He pushed her dress up her body until her hands covered his to pull it over her head, and although she didn't seem particularly concerned with where it landed, she suddenly felt very exposed in just her lingerie on his lap. His eyes didn't stray from her face, however. He pulled her closer by her bare waist, and her arms hung loosely over his shoulders. The open ends of his belt poked at her inner thighs. "Reminds all those Russian diplomats you're off the market."

"I have a feeling Nebenzya isn't trying to steal me away," she said, but Thomas shrugged. "With the way he talks about you, he might be hoping we're looking for a third."

"Unfortunately for Vasily, he wouldn't be at the top of my list," Thomas said, and Y/N's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, you have a list, now?" she asked. He gave a lazy grin.

"Sugar, I've always had a list," he informed her, and she frowned. He kissed her downturned lips. "If we're working from the number one spot, though, we might have some trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I've got a feeling John Adams wouldn't be too amenable to the idea," he said frankly, and Y/N's surprised laugh was closer to a scoff. "'N I don't feel like we know John Jay well enough as a couple, so that's not gonna fly, but inviting Lafayette just feels like it'd make things weird between all of us."

"Is your whole list made up of men?”

“‘Course.” His answer was immediate, but her skeptical gaze didn’t waver. He ran his hands down her thighs. “You already know you’re the only woman I got eyes for.”

“You’re so corny,” she said softly, running her hands down his shoulders to his upper chest. She picked at the buttons on his dress shirt. "Better tone it down before I get the wrong idea and fall in love with you."

"Now, we certainly can't have that."

"Especially not now. I'm too busy to take a lover, I'm afraid," she said, working down the buttons on his shirt to reveal his bare chest. "I'm just married to my work these days."

"'N you mean that literally, don't you, Madam First Lady?" He undid his cufflinks when she finished with his buttons, and he slid them into his pocket. However, he didn't take the shirt off despite her pushing its fabric down his shoulders. Rather, he took her hands in his, lacing his fingers into hers. "You're just a regular Mrs. America."

"You're really gonna stop me from taking your shirt off after you got me down to my underwear?"

"If I let you finish undressing me, it's gonna be a while before we get to sleep," he said, and she shrugged innocently. "We've gotta be up again in five hours. We both oughta get some rest."

"Being the first couple isn't nearly as sexy as I hoped it'd be." She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on his legs, and he gave her a tired smile. "Take the rest of your clothes off and come to bed, at least. I feel like I've hardly seen you all week."

"Right now, I'm all yours," he assured her. "Lemme get up 'n get some pajamas, though. Put on something other than a full suit for once."

"Just sleep without them," she countered, and he raised an eyebrow. "I like the feeling of your skin against mine. Just makes me feel more connected to you, I guess."

"You're adorable." He kissed her on the forehead, his smile endeared, and she could feel the heat rising to the tips of her ears as he leaned back to take his shirt off. After he did, though, he pulled her in closer, picking her up by her thighs as he stood, and she yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders. When he deposited her on his side of the bed, he undid his dress pants, taking them off before joining her on the mattress.

He crawled atop her where she lay on her back watching him, and as he dipped down to kiss her, one hand slid under her back, and she arched up against him. However, as he kissed down her neck, he unhooked her bra and leaned back to slide it down her arms. When he discarded it onto the floor, she was watching him with wide eyes, but he only kissed her forehead before rolling off of her and pulling the covers over them both. He reached over to turn off the lamp at his bedside.

"For what it's worth," he murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and she rolled onto her side, letting him pull her into his body, "we've got plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday morning."

"Oh, yeah?" She rested her arm atop his, lacing her fingers into his.

"Mhm." He kissed the back of her shoulder. "So Friday night, you better not come home too tired."

"I'm gonna need all my energy for when I find you and Adams in our bed, huh?" When his hold on her tightened, his cold feet brushed against her shins, and she shivered.

"Not this time, sweetheart," he promised. "Once I get you alone, you better bet I'm not sharing you."

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unreliablesnake · 9 months

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Goodbye (Vincent de Gramont x reader)

Note: A follow-up drabble for this.

For all you knew, Vincent hadn’t signed the papers before you left him for good. You could only hope he would come to his senses and do it before your lawyer arrived the next day, but either way, you knew he would do it once he accepted you weren't coming back.

You were heading to your seat in first class, already sipping a glass of champagne like you always did during these flights. But today you truly needed some alcohol. Yes, it was you who left him, but it still hurt to know it was over. You wanted to make it work, you truly did your best to accept him with every flaw of his, but you reached a dead end with him.

While the other passengers began to arrive, you pulled out your ebook reader and dived into the book you had begun to read a few days ago. It was a romance novel, although there were comedic elements that made it truly entertaining. It was nice to get lost in a world where a relationship was working and everyone was happy.

One of the flight attendants suddenly began to explain that there will be an unexpected delay, but you didn't make much of it until it was announced that the flight was cancelled and everybody had to get off of the plane. A mechanical issue, they said. But you had a bad feeling, that maybe it wasn't entirely true.

A man your age you had met on the plane kept you company as you made your way back, but you choked on your carefree laughter when your eyes landed on Vincent. You should have known, the whole last minute mechanical failure was so fake in retrospect. They would have known sooner, not two minutes before take off.

“Who is he?” he demanded, his eyes fixed on the poor guy on your side. “I thought you said you weren't seeing anyone.”

“I'm not seeing anyone, we only met on the plane.”

The man next to you shifted uncomfortably before saying, “I'll leave you two alone.”

“Thanks. Good luck with the wedding,” you told him with a warm smile, even waving as he walked away.

Your back was to your dear husband, and you were thinking about leaving him there. You didn't want to talk to him. There was absolutely nothing to talk about. Well, except for two things–the cancelled flight and the divorce papers.

With a sigh, you turned around and gave him a tired look. “Did you have anything to do with the cancellation of my flight?” you asked as you stepped a little closer.

“I can't just let you go like this, I had to do something,” was all he said, as if it was perfectly normal. “I won't sign those papers either. I love you. I don't want you to leave me.”

“Vincent, it's over. I don't want anything from you anymore.”

He bit on his lower lip before putting his hands on his hips and turning away for a moment. You could tell it truly hurt him. That wasn't your intention, you always hoped he would take it well. But he clearly didn't. All of a sudden you felt guilty for doing this to him.

But no, you couldn't give in. You couldn't let him manipulate you and make you stay somehow. The only direction you were willing to go from this airport was New York. Or hell, any other city in the States as long as you could leave. Paris was beautiful, but it wasn't your home anymore.

“Just one more night,” he suddenly said. “Stay for one more night and think it through.”

With a sigh, you put your hand on his arm as you stepped closer. “I'm not going anywhere with you. I loved you, I truly did, but it's over. Sign the papers. Please,” you asked him.

Silence fell between you, but you could tell he was about to say something. He probably wanted to object, but he didn't speak up because he now knew you wouldn't stay. But then he took a deep breath and said, “If you ever change your mind, if you want to come back, I'm here. I'll be waiting.”

Smiling at the thought, you stood on your toes and softly kissed him. “You deserve someone who loves you. I'm not that person anymore.”

“I'll miss you, love” he told you as he pulled you into a tight hug.

#marquis de gramont x reader #vincent de gramont x reader #marquis vincent de gramont x reader #vincent de gramont #marquis vincent de gramont #marquis de gramont #john wick 4 #jw4

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starrylayle · 2 years

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Soman’s failed POC and Queer rep in the SGE saga — And why criticism is essential to the movie (franchise)

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Before I start though, I’d like to say that if you have any argument about forced representation, dni. I don’t give a shit that ur faves aren’t white anymore — and please stop fucking harassing Soman and the cast about this non-issue.

Now onto the racial criticism of Soman’s work, which I don’t see talked enough about.

Being a person of colour does not mean you are exempt from racial criticism. I’m sure this is known by now, but in the books, literally everyone is white. Like EVERYONE. And not only that, the beauty standards he portrays and tries to critique (but then fails miserably at unfortunately) are so Eurocentric it’s quite disheartening actually - pale skin, small noses, coloured eyes, etc. The themes are also quite Eurocentric as well — if you had told me that the books were written by a white author, I would believe you.

Now, I’ve always given him the benefit of the doubt here, considering he was writing a middle grade series as a marginalised author, which was a lot more difficult at the time, and because he does genuinely try to improve his POC rep in the later books (even if that does include retconning character’s previous descriptions lol). In that same vein, the cast is also noticeably more diverse, and I truly applaud Soman for that. However, he has not said anything in regards to the racism the cast have been getting, which considering his influence on the fandom, would have been much appreciated. (The only casting choice he actually spent some time defending was brunette Tedros 💀💀 — like mate, get your priorities together!). Also, since whiteness is quite intrinsic to the core themes of the story (I’ll make a separate post on that later), I worry that the movie will unintentionally be pushing it. And if that’s the case, people should be allowed to critique this (hypothetical) poor depiction of race, without it being considered racist. (As previously mentioned — this excludes those fucking weirdos who just hate on the cast coz their faves aren’t white anymore 🙄🙄)

Ok so, in regards to the queer-coding/queer-baiting:

Just like being a POC doesn’t mean u can’t have internalised racism, being queer doesn’t mean u can’t have internalised homophobia, especially to other members of the community. I don’t know why exactly Soman struggles with writing queer rep so much (I mean I can understand in 2013 — but now plenty of middle grade books include queer characters), but he barely has any canon gay rep.

Tristan/Yara, who is not even specified whether they are gay or trans, is one of the first characters to die, with absolutely no resolution to their arc whatsoever - and their queerness is never mentioned again. The next confirmed queer couple are two backgrounder guys who barely have any significance to the story. The couple after that are two evil white boys, who are only confirmed to be queer after they both die. They are are the only relevant gay characters at this point — yet ofc they’re dead, white and evil. This wouldn’t be a problem if there were other (good) queer characters, but since that is not the case, it just comes off as rather… icky.

Now notice how all these couples, as poorly written as they are, are all (white) gay men? There are hints that Hester and anadil might be in a relationship, but it’s never explicitly confirmed.

In addition, sophie and Agatha are explicitly queer coded — (I made a post about it on my acc for anyone’s interested) — they even kiss!! Of course people are going to be mad that they were baited into a relationship that ended up being incesteous! Especially, ESP, considering that Agatha is now a Black girl in this adaptation. We barely see any white canon wlw couples in media — Black sapphics are almost unheard of in the mainstream, especially as leads. first kill, one show that featured a Lesbian Black girl lead (a Dark-skinned one at that!)— got cancelled. And this happens all the time. Lesbians/sapphics, esp sapphics of colour, ESP Balck sapphics are barely given any time of day in our media in favour of centring gay white men in queer narratives, and thus they have every right to be upset at the queer baiting.

I’m not Black, but as a queer woman of colour, Agatha’s character has always been very special to me. I’ve always thought she should be a POC considering how different her and her mum are from the rest of her cookie-cutter village, and queer because she did not fit into conventional notions of femininity. It would be so awesome to see Agatha, a queer woman of colour, as the lead in a high-budget fantasy series. But alas, that is too many marginalised identities for the general audience.

Not only that, the twin reveal was just plain bad writing. It had absolutely no bearing at the story whatsoever and is never mentioned again. It was just done purely for shock value, and for that, I will absolutely critique Soman.

I know that this discourse is tired and worn out — and understandably so, it’s been years. However, now that this movie is approaching mainstream — At worst, this queer baiting can already add to the whole ‘lesbian relationships aren’t serious’ and other terrible stereotypes. At best, it deprives sapphics of much needed representation in mainstream fantasy films.

Remember, unlike with the books, we as fans have the power to influence the story. If the creators see how unpopular the twist is with the public, they can probably change it. We can make a difference! Btw, this doesn’t mean sophie and Agatha should be endgame — I’d like for them to be in a short term relationship and be confirmed as canonically queer — Tagatha can still be the end couple! (Not hophie tho, coz sophie is a lesbian and I despise Hort lol).

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 11 days

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I need a stressed!Filipino!Reader who is like working all day and night and cramming for their final exam, slowly getting gray hair from all the stress(So me fr) and the guys noticed fairly quickly and they just force them to sleep with them and snuggle all night like a warm pile of bodies(Dead bodies/j)(I'm Filipino myself cause I need this fic so much😭)

I'm going, just a bit, off prompt and making this a bit more generalized so it's a bit more of a 'Any Nationality' Reader:

Stressed (Filipino)!Reader x 141 cuddle pile.

pairing: 141 x gn!reader (romantic or platonic, that's your choice) words: 700~ tags: you/your pronouns, genderneutral reader, work/studying stress, cuddling, forehead kissing + other forms of physical affection.

It's been two weeks. Two very stressful weeks. A lot of back and forth between working on your job, working on projects for other classes, and now, finally, cramming for your final exam.

You barely come out of your room for longer than to shower quickly and get snacks or any type of caffeine before you disappear back inside like a wild animal coming in and out of their burrow/nest.

You haven't gotten fresh air for three days now, only see sunlight through the window, and your eyes hurt from staring at a screen for too long, even with blue light canceling glasses, not to mention your back being stiff, your hands surely developing carpal tunnel, and your posture slouching.

Normally, that would be fine, if not for the fact that you don't live alone. Kyle, Johnny, John and Simon are all worried. Very worried. You're stressed and overwhelmed and busy... And normally, they wouldn't try to get in the middle of you and you work and studies... But there's only so much more of this they can take... Of watching you run yourself ragged with all your responsibilities.

Unexpectedly, it's actually Simon that comes into your bedroom first. He goes up to you, your pen scribbling down in a notebook as your other hand rolls the mouse down to scroll across the document you're taking notes from...

His hands sets atop of yours, stopping your now terrible penmanship, and swiping the pen away from you. "Simon, what are you doing?" You complain. "I need to study-" You try arguing.

"You've been studying enough. You need to rest."

"I'm fine-"

"It's 2 A.M. You're going to sleep."

And that's that. No arguing could ever change his mind. He watches you close the files and PDFs you were reading from, save the three Word drafts you also had open in the background, and plucks you up from your desk.

He wraps his hands around your thighs and carries you off to the room he shares with Johnny, not minding your soft protests about wanting a shower, only muttering that 'You'll get one in the morning' and 'Don't think I'll let you trick me so you can go back to work once I turn my back on you'.

And that's how you end up in bed with Simon and Johnny, the Scot wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. He was already asleep by the time Simon wrangled you into the double bed, but awoke long enough to snuggle you to him.

Simon doesn't lie down immediately. In fact, he leaves the room for a moment, leaving you in Soap's arms, as he breathes softly against your neck, his face buried in your hair.

Kyle comes into the room not long after, followed closely by Price and Simon behind them both. Kyle slides up to the foot of the bed, climbing atop it, and taking your other side, flanking you and squishing you between him and Johnny.

"I was starting to worry about you," Kyle murmurs as he kisses your forehead, just like Johnny had. "You're so stressed... you worry us."

"We all were." John murmurs as he sits up on the edge of the bed, behind Kyle, one hand already caressing your exposed arm. "You can't overwork yourself like that- 's not good for you."

"Oh, shut it, John... You overwork yourself all the time... You all do!" You remark softly as you look at them all, strewn around you.

Simon takes the spot by Johnny's side, bending over the sleeping Scot's body to speak to you.

"We do, but we know when to rest! And you have not been resting." Kyle tells you as he looks you in the eye.

"Aye... resting's-" Johnny mutters, having been awoken by Kyle speaking above him, but only long enough to speak a few groggy words. "Resting's good."

"You heard him. Sleep." Simon demands.

"But..." You murmur. "My exam... and my projects..."

"Sleep." Simon insists, John and Kyle nodding along next to you. "They'll still be there in the morning."

"We'll keep you warm." Kyle assures you.

"More like hold you down so you don't try to crawl back to your desk." John adds playfully.

#ikea writes 💚#reqs #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley #captain john price #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #asks

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zerobaseonefics · 1 year

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summer body ㅡ zhang hao

zhang hao x gn!reader

words : 739

genre : fluff, zhang hao comforting reader about their body

warnings : mention of body insecurities but nothing to developped about it

note : gUYSSS i was talking to my co worker about summer and i was excited about going to the beach! but she told me about how she wasn't ready because she was worried about her summer body :(( this inspired me to write this piece! hope you guys love your body no matter what, i'm pretty sure it's beautiful

zhang hao couldn't get it. you talked about going to the beach all throughout the winter. you told him about how much you loved it and he couldn't stop thinking about how happy you would be if he took you to there when the summer days will come back.

the seasons passed, the sun came back, and as the heat was starting to get suffocating in town, zhang hao decided it was the perfect time.

"the beach... tomorrow..." you repeated hesitantly when he told you.

"yeah! you said you liked it, i think it's the perfect timing to go. right?"

"right..."

zhang hao didn't expected you to react that way. you didn't seem as thrilled as he thought you would be. but you didn't say no, so he wasn't sure if he should cancel or not. zhang hao did felt like something was wrong, and so he tried to make you tell him your feelings. you assured him everything was okay.

the day you two were supposed to go, zhang hao was ready and prepared, waiting for you in the living room. he had view on the corridor leading to your room. the door remained closed. after a few minutes, because you started to be late, he got up and went to knock on your door.

"y/n?"

"yes?"

"is everything okay?"

you remained silent, worrying zhang hao.

"hey? do you want me to come in?"

you thought about it for a second before telling him to come in. he opened the door, finding you ready to go, dressed in a short and a t-shirt. you seemed stressed out. zhang hao walked to you, taking your hand in his hold to encourage you to talk.

"what's wrong? i can feel you have a lot on your mind since yesterday."

"do you think i look good?"

zhang hao was taken aback by your request. he frowned his eyebrows, wondering if you were serious. when he realized you were dead serious about it, his features softened.

"of course you look good! have you seen yourself?"

"i don't know, my body just changed so much throughout the year, i'm not confident in it anymore."

"hm? would you like to show me?"

you slowly nodded, so zhang hao helped you getting rid of your clothes, leaving you in your bathsuit only. he took a look at your body before hugging you.

"i swear you're beautiful. that might not be enough for you to feel better, but i love the way you look. if you're not comfortable with going to day, we can stay home."

you didn't not what to say. you really wanted to go, but it seemed like your insecurities were getting the best of you. zhang hao saw you were hesitating. he went to seat on the bed, gesturing you to come. you followed him, staying up on your two feets in front of him. he took your hands.

"what part is making you insecure?"

"my thighs-"

"but that's the best part!" said zhang hao, genuinely shocked.

"i'm not done..."

your boyfriend really couldn't believe it. he let you continue, telling him how you hated some parts of your body and explaining why. when you were talking about your cheeks, he couldn't keep on listening without nothing. one of his hands made its way behind your thigh and he bent a little to put his lips on it. slowly, zhang hao started to trail kisses all over your thighs, making you blush. you didn't immediatly understand why he was doing that, but then you realized when his lips went to your hips that he was kissing the parts you were insecure about. you laughed a little, touched by his gestures.

"what are you doing?"

''if you don't give love to your body then i'll do it", he said looking up to you. he examined your face to make sure it wasn't making you unconfortable.

when zhang hao saw the smile on your face, he smiled back before leaning back to your body, starting to trail kisses on your stomach.

"you know, it's normal for your body to change throughout your life. i love it either way, no matter how you look it's perfect to me. it's just an envelope, i only care about what is inside."

as you felt his lips on your body, you let your hands play with his hair.

"okay, let's go to the beach." you finally said.

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deanstead · 2 years

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Murder Next Door || Part 3

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: When one of Jay’s neighbours is found dead, both he and Y/N find themselves right smack in the middle of what could turn out to be a very dangerous situation.

Word Count: 3,321

Tags/Warnings: canon-typical mentions of murder, blood, idiots-in-love

A/N: A lot happens in this part but I decided not to drag it out and finish it up here! This was really meant to be a one-shot but I got carried away and wrote like 8k+ words so I just split it into three parts. Hope you guys have enjoyed this! Floored by the positive response to this!!! Hit me up and let me know what you think!

MINI SERIES MASTERLIST || JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

Part 2

The timing of everything was hell, especially since they were right smack in the middle of a murder case. A murder case that you found yourself in the middle of. But even so, this silver lining was kind of a bright silver lining, so much so that you could almost forget about the looming threat.

Jay smiled at you as he put on his jacket.

“If anything happens, you call me.” Jay nagged.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “I’ll be fine, Jay.”

He opened his mouth again but you stopped him. “I won’t open the door for anyone but you, Will or Intelligence.”

Jay smiled. “Glad to know you were paying attention.”

You didn’t answer, but you couldn’t anyway as Jay gave you a kiss. “I’ll call.”

Jay left the house in a considerably better mood than all the other days put together, and with a newfound determination that he was gonna find this guy no matter what he had to do to smoke him out.

Jay didn't even have time to take off his jacket at the district before he and Hailey were on the move based off of the new information they had - they’d tracked the burner phones back down to the stores and although there were some CCTV images, they weren’t enough for facial recognition. Despite that, one of the store owners remembered that the guy who had come in to get one of the burner phones on the list had used a credit card for a different purchase.

Jay glanced at Hailey, rapping on the door.

“Hi, Ms. Austin? We're looking for your father, Freddie Austin? We’d like to talk to him.” Jay said, raising his badge that rested around his neck.

The young lady who opened the door frowned. “What’s this about?”

Hailey spoke this time, with a smile. “We found some charges on his credit card that we’d like to find out more about. We just need his help, and probably yours.”

The woman frowned but stepped back to let the both of them in, anyway.

Freddie Austin was seated in a wheelchair, looking like it would take a toll on him just to leave the house, much less visit different stores to buy several burner phones.

Jay didn't say anything, Hailey naturally taking lead in the questioning. “So we tracked the purchase of several burner phones to a credit card in your father’s name. Can you take a look at this?”

Hailey handed over the slip to Freddie’s daughter and her eyes moved swiftly over the page before she nodded. “Yeah, I was going to cancel it but then I ended up using it for his daily expenses, groceries and stuff you know? I pay the bills anyway, so it’s still an active card. But I don’t even know where to buy a burner phone, there must be some mistake.”

Jay leaned forward this time. “Is there anyone else who has access to his card?”

There was a pause before she answered. “Yes… I brought in a caretaker recently. You know, one of those nurses that help with the elderly? Mainly for the times that I have to be at work.”

Jay nodded. “We need his information.”

On the way back now.

You sent the message to Jay, slipping your phone back into your pocket and glancing up at the darkening sky.

The meeting wasn’t supposed to have taken this long. In other words, you’d completely underestimated the time it would take, completely forgetting your editor was going to be there.

You pulled your jacket around you, quickening your footsteps just so you could make it out of the cold. Based on Jay’s last text, you figured he’d probably be home before you.

The rustling of bushes behind you made you turn just a little.

You’d been feeling like you had eyes on you for the most part of the day but you’d chalked it down to being a little paranoid in the daytime. But you weren’t sure you wanted to take any chances especially since it was getting dark.

It was the sound of footsteps next, shuffling footsteps which matched your speed, no matter if you went faster or slowed down. Now, you really were a little freaked.

You could feel your heart pounding against your chest and you wouldn’t be surprised if people on the street could hear it. Not that there was anyone around to confirm your theory.

You took one last glance behind you, barely registering the man behind you, his face hidden from view with a black cap, a mask over the bottom half of his face, his hands stuffed inside his pockets.

You turned back around quickly, glancing up to zero in on Jay’s building, mentally running your mind through what would happen if you started running.

Then you heard him start moving quicker.

You had no more time to think.

Slinging your bag across your shoulders more securely, you took off at a run, pumping your legs as hard as you could while reaching into your coat pocket for your bag so you could speed dial Jay’s number.

Focus, Y/N.

You weren’t sure if your call had connected but you took the steps up to the main door twice at a time, your fingers fumbling across the keypad that unlocked the door, panic really setting in when there was a beep indicating you’d keyed in the wrong code.

“Fuck.” You muttered, hearing the footsteps behind you sound like they were catching up with you.

You didn’t waste time, keying in the numbers again, hearing the door finally unlock with a click. You made it through, kicking the door closed with your foot and taking off towards the staircase, barely hearing the lock click behind you.

Even that didn’t stop you, as you reminded yourself that the last time someone had come in dressed as a police officer, you hadn’t beeped anyone in. Maybe he really had the code to the building, so you weren’t going to take any chances.

You stumbled up the stairs, hearing someone behind you, although you no longer knew if you were imagining it but you were too afraid to take a look.

You winced as you tripped, the impact of your knee hitting the floor buzzing through you but you scrambled back up to your feet and moved. The door to Jay’s corridor was right there and you pushed your way through it, colliding straight into someone, yelping in surprise.

“Y/N?”

Not anyone, your someone.

“Jay… someone…”

“What…” Jay glanced up behind you, noticing just a shadow that turned tail.

“Hey!” Jay yelled.

He looked down at you. “Get in the apartment now.”

You didn’t have the strength to argue. As Jay headed for the staircase, following whoever had been right behind you, you made the last lap to Jay’s apartment, closing the door behind you before you finally sank to the ground.

Jay put in a call to Voight while he was still on the street, glancing up and down.

“He put someone on her. I’m going to kill him.” Jay growled into the phone.

Adam and Kim had brought Freddie Austin’s caretaker in and he’d been in the interrogation room when Jay had left to check in on you. Voight assured Jay that they were handling it before Jay hung up.

But when Jay got back upstairs and opened the door quietly, you were out of sight.

“Y/N?” Jay called, stepping further into his apartment.

He was greeted by a moment of silence before he heard your voice. “Jay?”

You crawled out from behind the kitchen counter and Jay exhaled in relief, nodding. “Yeah it’s just me. It’s okay.”

Finally feeling like you could breathe again, you got up unsteadily as Jay met you halfway, enveloping you into his arms.

As you felt his arms go around you, your knees gave way along with the dip in your adrenaline but Jay pressed you against him securely. “Alright, come here.” Jay whispered.

Jay led you gently to the couch, before you even realized you were already crying, the leftover adrenaline pouring out of you.

Jay didn’t say anything, just held you tightly against him, one hand protectively resting on the back of your neck.

When you felt all cried out, you angled your head upwards to look at Jay, who glanced down at you. Despite everything, you felt this warmth as you lay there, huddled into Jay’s side. “Sorry.” You whispered.

Jay’s eyebrows met in the middle again. “What are you apologizing for?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and he tapped your cheek. “Stop that.”

“What are you thinking?”

You smiled back at him. “Thank god I’m in love with my best friend and that he loves me too.”

Jay stroked your cheek with this thumb gently, giving you a soft smile in return.

That night, Jay took out some of the frozen lasagnas just so you didn’t have to hear anyone knock the door and barely left your side, even going so far as to tuck you in that night.

As he got up, you reached out impulsively, catching a few of his fingers.

Jay turned to look at you but you didn’t say anything.

“Shall I stay?” Jay asked quietly.

Your eyes flicked up to his. “Can you?”

Jay smiled. “Always.”

So he climbed into bed with you, fitting himself right behind you so that you’d drift off to sleep, encircled by his arms and his warmth.

“Alright, we got a name.” Adam said, just as Jay walked in.

Afraid to get charged for anything more than petty larceny, the caregiver had finally spilled to Adam and Kevin, revealing that he’d indeed been the one to purchase the burner phones but he’d passed them on to someone he knew.

Jay took the document from Adam, scanning it closely, as Kevin quickly typed.

“Jay, I think this is it.” Kevin said, angling his screen towards Jay so he could get a better look.

Arthur Marsh.

“There’s one dropped complaint of stalking, that’s why the DNA didn’t turn up anything in the system but…” Kevin glanced up at Voight, prompting Jay to turn to look at their Sergeant too.

“Get the LKA and gear up.”

Kevin glanced back at Jay, who nodded.

“Chicago PD!” Kevin yelled, raising the battering ram and hitting it against the door, as it flew open.

Jay headed in first, Hailey right behind him, as the rest moved through the house.

Shouts of “Clear!” resounded through the house one by one from each member of the team, before Kim's voice called for their attention.

“Guys! You need to see this.”

Jay frowned, looking around the empty house once more before he headed to one of the rooms towards the back where Kim was.

“What do you…” He trailed off as his eyes took in the dozens of photos of Abbie littered around - the walls, the table, even near his bed. He could even see the pattern of thought through the photos. Far-off photos from when he’d been admiring her from afar, more close-ups as he got braver and then a photo of her with a guy which ended in rage - her face had been scratched off.

“Jay.” Hailey called, her voice somber.

Jay glanced around, feeling his heart fall to his gut at the stack of photos of you.

“Son of a bitch.” Jay growled. “He’s going after Y/N.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before Jay was out of there, getting into his truck alone and speeding off, not standing around to wait for anyone.

You were supposed to be halfway to Will’s by now but you’d gone a whole block away before you realized that you’d left the stuff for Will behind. You knew exactly where it was, which irritated you even more because you’d put it out to remind yourself and then walked right by it out of the apartment.

So you jogged up the remaining flight of stairs, diverting your mind from the memory of the night before and quickly entered Jay’s apartment.

It was a feeling that you had the moment you entered the apartment. Like something was off. But it was vague, so you just moved to reach over for the bag you’d left on the counter, lifting it and turning back towards the door.

You froze, as you saw him now, standing in front of you. In Jay’s apartment.

You felt the dread fill you, and you took a shaky step backwards. “Who…”

“I think you know.”

That voice sent chills across your body because you remembered it, like it was yesterday.

“Cold night, didn’t wanna have to dig around for my keys”

You stepped backwards, acutely aware it was taking you further into the apartment, but you didn't have much of a choice.

You could see his face clearly now as he stepped towards you, into the pool of moonlight that came in from the windows. Which could only mean he was here to do one thing.

You tightened your hold on the bag for just a second before you flung it at him, the weight of the cans of unopened beer and one bottle of wine hitting him with a thud and causing him to stagger backwards.

Taking that opportunity, you took off, thinking your best bet was to get to either yours or Jay’s room and lock it behind you.

You’d barely taken two steps when you felt him grab you, and you felt a sharp sting slice across your arm. You tried to sidestep him but he was faster, and stronger.

You felt strong hands grab you now, flinging your body against the wall to the side. The impact of your body hitting the wall winded you as you fell to the ground with a thud and you couldn’t catch your breath enough to move quicker.

He stepped up beside you. You smelt the leather off his shoes before you saw it, right in front of your face and you turned your face up to look at him, trying not to show fear.

“I always did like the feisty ones.” He said, dragging his words out, like he was confident he had all the time in the world.

He looked around, before he grabbed the one thing that was within reach that was heavy enough - a box that you knew for a fact was stuffed with case files.

You struggled to get up, the aches in your body protesting as he raised the box above you.

And, like he’d just appeared out of nowhere, Jay stepped in between the two of you, throwing a punch against the perp’s face. A punch that was hard enough to send him staggering, the box falling behind him and the case files scattering around the floor with a crash.

“Y/N, are you hurt?” Jay leaned over you now, his eyes scanning you.

“Jay…”

Jay let out a growl as he saw the slash across your upper arm but he had no more time as he heard the perp scrambling to his feet right behind him.

You saw the glint of silver in the perp's hand now as he charged towards Jay, the knife brandished in the air. You took a sharp inhale of breath, unable to even take your eyes off them now as Jay struggled with him in the middle of his apartment.

Marsh charged at Jay and Jay launched him over his shoulder and onto the ground with a crash, the knife clattering away as you heard the arrival of everyone else.

You exhaled, as you heard Hailey and Kevin arrest Marsh on the spot, your eyes falling on the knife that was just a few inches away from you, the knife that was stained with blood. Much more than there had been.

Jay was next to you in an instant, even though you heard an involuntary groan escape his lips.

“J…Jay?” Your eyes traveled down to the darkening red spot just off to the side of his abdomen, the knife had missed the police vest by inches.

Jay shook his head. “I’m okay. I’m okay, alright?” He reached down to squeeze your hand, but you could tell he was not alright, even before he sank lower to the ground, unable to stop another groan from escaping his lips, his breathing getting just slightly shallower.

“Jay!”

“Can I see him now?” You asked, looking up at Will.

Given the choice, you knew Will would be in the next treatment room checking on Jay as well. But Connor had thrown him out so he was stuck here with you.

Other than a slight concussion, some bruises and the gash across your arm, you were none the worse for wear. But that was only thanks to Jay.

“You heard Maggie. Jay’s fine, he doesn’t even need surgery, alright? Why don’t I go and…”

“Will Halstead.” You warned. “Don’t you dare leave me here.”

Will took one look at the expression on your face and sighed. He knew that there was nothing he could say that would convince you otherwise.

“Fine. But you are sitting in here.” Will pointed to the wheelchair.

You gave him a look.

“If Jay’s awake, I’m the one who is going to get his ass kicked, stab wound or no stab wound.” Will complained. “And now that you guys are dating, he’s going to kick me even harder.”

You pressed your lips together to hide a smile.

“Alright, come on.” Will said, rolling his eyes as he helped you into the wheelchair.

You were finally able to breathe better when you finally lay your eyes on Jay.

“Y/N.” Jay called, propping himself up on his elbow but wincing.

“Jay, slow.” You said gently, not even having the heart to be any harsher as you looked back at him.

Will glanced at his brother. “What did I tell you about being wheeled into the ED?”

Jay looked at Will. “Trust me, I’m about ready to jump out of here. I hate it here.”

You glanced at Will with a smile. “Fat chance. You got stabbed.” You reminded him.

“Will.” Jay pleaded, turning to his older brother.

Will glanced at the both of you, knowing better than to hang around. “I’ll talk to Connor.”

As Will excused himself, Jay glanced back at you. “How badly hurt are you?”

You shook your head. “None the worse for wear.” You assured him.

Jay looked unconvinced. “You’re sitting in a wheelchair.”

“Will said if I don’t walk in here on my own two feet, you’d kick his ass. I’m just being a good friend and saving his ass.” You answered.

Jay let out a chuckle, followed closely by a wince.

“Sorry.” Jay whispered, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You frowned. “What are you sorry for? You took a knife to the stomach because of me. I thought… I…” Your voice trembled a little.

Jay exhaled slowly before he reached for your hand. “I promised I wouldn’t let him touch you but…”

You just shook your head, pulling yourself up from the chair and perching yourself on his bed before you leaned in to give him a gentle hug, careful to avoid his wound. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

Jay pressed a kiss to your temple before he sat up.

“But we got him, Y/N. And you’ll be okay now.”

You sat closer, reaching out to stroke Jay’s face. “We. We’ll be okay now, Jay.”

Jay smiled. “I love you, Y/N.”

You smiled back at him. “I love you, J.”

Jay just leaned forward, despite the tug in the stitches in his side, and pressed his lips to yours. And with the knowledge that everything would indeed be okay, you smiled at his touch, even before his lips left yours.

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misojunnie · 9 months

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I love your &team fics 😭 we need more people to realise how fucking amazing they are.

Could you perhaps write a boyfriend!Yuma fic where he gets jealous that you are spending too much time with another member?

✧ jealousy, jealousy - nym.

# genre: jealous bf!yuma x reader

#warnings: jealousy, basically everything in the rq

#word count: 1.3k

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If looks could kill, Nicholas would be a dead man right about now.

It wouldn’t necessarily be the murder of an innocent. He knew exactly what he was doing when he put his arm around you while you were laughing, hiding a smirk under his virtuous smile. He knew you were Yuma’s girlfriend, and he did it anyway. Because who could resist your charming laughter and kind eyes?

You had been spending entirely too much time with Nicholas, according to Yuma. He had been whisking you away to ice skate under the guise that Jo canceled on him, playing video games with you and play-fighting when he lost, even bringing treats to your classes, saying he accidentally bought too many and needed something to do with the leftovers.

Yuma was just about ready to kill him.

Typically, your boyfriend wasn’t an overtly jealous man. He was protective when need be; for reference, when some guy was hitting on you too aggressively at a bar, or when his friends got a little too touchy. This incident fell into the latter category.

Today was yet another one of those days. Nicholas and you were sitting on the couch, watching Gilmore Girls with rapt attention. Nicholas was staring at the screen, eyes wide as he chewed on popcorn, engrossed in the show. It was times like this that Yuma wondered if he was doing this to get under his skin, or if he genuinely just enjoyed your company. He couldn’t decide which option he disliked more.

“Mind if I join?” Yuma asked smoothly, walking over and asserting himself in the remaining seat. You and Nicholas had taken the loveseat, forcing him into the single chair. The ludicracy of the situation made his blood boil.

“Yuma!” you said excitedly, blowing him a kiss from the couch. “Hi babe, I didn’t realize you were home yet.” Yuma had been home for almost half an hour. He couldn’t even express how betrayed he felt. He strode over to you, pressing a kiss to your lips before moving back to his humiliating seat.

“Mhm, I got off work early.” he said, making sure to glare fiercely in Nicholas’ direction. The boy didn’t even notice, his eyes still on the television.

“That reminds me,” Nicholas finally spoke up, turning to make conversation with you and —purposefully or not, we’ll never know— excluding Yuma. “EJ told me that Jake’s throwing a party tonight downtown. You wanna come? You never know, it might be fun.” Yuma cleared his throat quite obviously, and Nicholas turned to him with a vacant expression. “Oh, you too Yuma. The more the merrier.”

“I’d love to go.” you said with a smile, and Yuma inwardly rolled his eyes at your naivete. Couldn’t you see? It was so obvious that Nicholas was into you, that he was trying to take you away, take away something that was Yuma’s.

“I’ll come along.” Yuma said stoically, crossing his arms over his chest. Nicholas seemed a little miffed, but Yuma couldn’t care less.

There was no way you were going to that party without him.

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If Yuma wasn’t sure that Nicholas was gunning for you before, he was sure now. You were both on the dance floor, grooving to the beat of some late 90’s song that Yuma had never heard before. The two of you seemed to be digging it though, swaying to the beat as you danced with your arms above your head, Nicholas’ hands coming dangerously near your waist.

Yuma could kill a man. Specifically, his best friend.

The second Nicholas’ hand touched your shoulder, Yuma had had enough. He stood up from the makeshift bar, striding quickly to the dance floor and grabbing your wrist, his grip tight and nearly painful against your soft skin. You complained as he pulled you away, jaw set and eyes narrowed as he strode upstairs and directly into a guest room. It didn’t escape your notice that he locked the door behind you.

“Babe, what’s going on?” you said, crossing your arms and tilting your head. “I was having fun dancing.”

“Seemed like you were having a lot of fun, yeah. You like dancing with Nicholas?” Yuma said, raising his brows. You instantly knew what this was all about, sighing.

“It’s not like that, Yuma.”

“Isn’t it?” he said, and you didn’t reply, just staring at him as you sat on the bed, making yourself comfortable. This was going to be a long chat. He towered over you as he remained standing, positioning himself in front of you with his arms crossed. “Do you like him more than me?” he said after a beat, and you scoffed.

“Yuma, of course not. You’re my boyfriend. Not Nicholas.”

“Not yet.” he said pettily, and you stood, caressing his cheek softly. “Next thing I know, he’ll be showing up to our doorstep with flowers. Then he’ll whisk you away for picnic dates and you’ll be bar hopping across Shinjuku for the rest of your days.” You almost laughed at the ludicracy of the statement.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” you cooed, and he rolled his eyes at your sickeningly sweet, almost pitying, tone. “Gosh, you get so mean when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.” he replied, uncrossing his arms and shoving his hands into his pockets. “But you’ve been spending way too much time with him lately.”

“Nicholas is my friend, baby. Nothing more.”

“You should see the way he looks at you. Like he wants to eat you up.” You giggle at that, trying to imagine it.

“That’s so stupid.”

“It’s true. I should know, I look at you the same way.” you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, taking his hands into yours. He couldn’t resist you when you gave him those puppy dog eyes, all eager and innocent. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“C’mon babe. Let’s go back out there.”

“Not a chance. If I see you with Nicholas for one more second, I might kill him.” you chuckled softly, and Yuma’s hardened expression yielded for a moment.

“Alright, then let’s get out of here and get some katsu on the way home, hm? We can go to that one place you really like. Just the two of us.” His face brightened immediately, and you smiled at his endearing expression.

“You mean it?” he asked, and you nodded. “Thank god. I’ve been getting tired of drinking alone all night.”

“Very funny.” you quipped as he took your hand with a snaggle toothed smile, pulling you out of the bedroom and quickly downstairs. The two of you giggled as you dashed to the front door.

“Hey, are you guys leaving?” Nicholas called after the two of you, emerging from the throngs of dancing people, his platinum hair mussed and matted to his forehead.

“Getting katsu!” you yelled back, waving with a smile. “Alone.” Yuma added as you pulled him through the door, flashing a smug smile in his friend’s direction as the two of you disappeared into the night.

Later, the two of you huddled together for warmth as you munched on katsudon, the night fog creeping along the streets as you laughed together.

“I’m happy we left, actually.” you said, your cheek puffing out from your efforts at chewing. Yuma watched you with silent adoration. “I was getting kinda sweaty from dancing, and Jo didn’t even show up.”

“I’m glad we left too. I’d much rather be eating katsudon with you than partying.” he agreed, and you grinned widely.

“Aw. That’s cute.” Yuma leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, but was interrupted by the incessant buzzing of his phone.

Nico: I wasn’t hitting on your girlfriend, dude. Stop being weird. Nico: She’s just really nice >:/

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a/n: omg this was so cute i rlly enjoyed writing this one :( loved this prompt plus I love yuma sm </3 I'm still working on finishing all the requests, so plz be patient!!! ty lovelies for reading!

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