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mariasont · 21 days

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hi !!!!! i love your hotch x oc x reid fic so much, literally got to work late because you updated and i just HAD to read it when the notif came in !

can i request a kinda fluff-y turning to smut fic about maybe reader's small hands compared to spencer's large hands (his hands are so INTOXICATING).

maybe the fluff part can be kinda cute with their first time holding hands starting from that "oh lets compare hand sizes" and then intertwining fingers?? one of the best spencer fic tropes/hcs is when he's usually not enthusiastic abt touching but when its You he loves it and hes been so touched starved DHSKDHHD // and then the smut can kinda be like how reader's hands make his dick look huge (or smth! im sorry this is my first time requesting a fic!!)

i hope im not coming out as being too demanding !! you can have all the freedom w this !!!! sorry sorry for the long request 🙈🙈🙈

love your work !!! 😙

HANDS, HANDS, and HANDS-------------

A/N: AHHHH your mind!!!!! I LOVE IT <3

we need a whole episode just dedicated to his hands fr!

thank you so much for requesting and the kind words, I hope I did it justice <3 xoxo

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pairings: spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, hand kink, praise, size kink, m receiving oral, take a shot every time someone says sorry

wc: 1.9k

Your infatuation with Dr. Spencer Reid was an open book to everyone--damn profilers--well, everyone except the man of the hour, Dr. Reid himself. It was hard to say when it all started. Subtle changes crept in--the extra care you took in choosing your outfits to work; the way words suddenly became hurdles in conversations with him; the sensation of your heart nearly leaping out of your chest anytime he was in the vicinity.

Despite your skills as a profiler, deciphering Dr. Reid was like trying to read braille through gloves. So, you pushed those feelings down, crushing them beneath a metaphorical heel to maintain professionalism. It wasn't exactly a successful strategy, but that wasn't the point. You reassured yourself that even if romance wasn't in the cards, friendship was the next best thing. And what a friend he was--remarkable in every way, which is why you found yourself here, in his apartment, dissecting case files together. It was a friendly gesture, surely, to escape the office when it becomes a little too suffocating.

You felt your pulse race as he brought his fingers to his lips, preparing to sift through the stack of papers. A dryness clutched at your throat, fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, while you're sure your eyes betrayed a cartoonish adoration, practically orbiting with hearts. Forgotten was your own paperwork that now served as a makeshift blanket for your thighs, as he spoke. Your arm claimed the territory along the back of the couch, with your own hand gently propping up your check, a picture of relaxed attentiveness.

In the midst of his lecture about the golden ratio and its prevalence in nature, Spencer suddenly grabs a nearby book, flips to a diagram of a human hand, and says, "Did you realize that our hands are a prime example of this phenomenon? Give me your hand."

Your eyebrows knit together, your head angling subtly towards the boy genius. "Sorry, what?"

Without a word, Spencer lays your hand upon the diagram's expanse. Amidst the book, your hand seems smaller, delicate, a stark contrast the bold lines drawn on paper.

He looks at you with a soft smile. "See, the size of one's hand doesn't really correlate with the golden ratio--it's more about the proportions within the hand itself. For instance, the length of your fingers compared to your palm, or the distance between the tip of your thumb and the tip of your pinky stretched out."

His hand leads yours across the pages, but you're barely registering the words. Instead, you're acutely aware of the warmth of his touch, causing your thighs to clench on their own accord, your mind tumbling over itself.

"Your hands are actually significantly smaller than the average," he comments, almost to himself. The statement is harmless, yet he finds his imagination wandering. He quickly refocuses, saying, "The range of hand sizes is quite broad, which is interesting biologically. Here--"

He extends his hand, palm open, beside yours--a natural extension of your conversation, yet he shifts slightly against the couch. Spencer was taken aback by his own actions. Physical touch was something he generally recoiled from, but here he was, seeking yours out. He realized this had become a habit, finding reasons to be near you, to feel your touch. Anytime there was something to be handed to you at work, he was quick to volunteer, all for the fleeting possibility of a brush of fingers.

He watched, captivated, as you aligned your palm with his, matching up the bottom of your palms. His attention was drawn to the stark difference between your hands; his, significantly larger, seemed to engulf yours entirely. He found the sight unexpectedly compelling. The disparity in size stirred his curiosity, leading him to wonder how your hand would look clasped around his cock.

His thumb grazed the back of your hand in a subconscious motion as he pondered out loud. "Did you know," he began, his voice sinking an octave, "that the ratio of the lengths of our second to fourth fingers is believed to correlate with various hormones, affecting the way we interact with others."

You found yourself holding your breath as you mapped the shape of your hands together, a subtle dampness beginning to form between your legs. This is what got you worked up? Clearly, you mused, getting laid was overdue.

As if guided by a force beyond your control, your fingers gradually intertwined, each finger fingers its perfect counterpart. Recoiling as if from a burn, you realized the intimacy of the gesture, a rush of apologies escaping your lips. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to-"

A blush crept up Spencer's neck as he hastened to interject. "No, no, it's completely fine, really."

The moment passed, and you both redirected your focus to the paperwork. Yet, the routine task did little to dispel the residual thoughts of his touch. The size difference, the feeling of his larger hand wrapping around yours, and how ideally his fingers would look pumping inside of you or wrapping around your throat. It all kept playing on your mind, a silent movie that you can't stop watching.

Spencer too, seems lost in thought, his gaze drifting from the files to your hands--manicured and delicate. He watches, seemingly without awareness, as those same hands idly toy with the hem of your skirt, or the way they spin your earring when deep in thought. To him, these minor actions have suddenly become fascinating.

Spencer's voice cuts through the stillness as he resumes his concentration on the work before him. "How do you interpret this?" he probes, touching a finger to a page of the file perched on his lap.

You lean in, curiosity leading you to reach for the file. Your actions freeze momentarily as your knuckles brush against his crouch. You pause, blinking deliberately, as you second-guess what you felt. He was hard as a rock.

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, eyes growing wide with surprise. "Oh, um, sorry," you muttered.

In a rapid movement, Spencer combed his fingers through his hair, causing the curls to obstruct his view. He snatched a pillow and tossed it in his lap, tilting his head back against the couch with a look of embarrassment. "No, I'm sorry, I, uh--"

Anticipating a scholarly lecture on the male hormones, you quickly interject. "Do you want help?"

Spencer's eyes grew wide as he regarded your face. Your lashes fluttered with a slow blink, your demeanor completely serious. His traced the flush of your cheeks, the gentle parting of your lips, the accelerated rise and fall of your chest. His head tilted slightly, expecting the punchline to follow.

He let out a puff of air. "Do I want what?"

He noted your head tilting to the side, mirroring his own actions. Your hand reached forward, poised to replace the pillow on his lap. Your pinky dragged across the material of his jeans, moving with excruciating slowness.

"That seems painful," you comment quickly, before your sudden courage fades. "Let can help."

You moved swiftly to his belt, and you could hear his breath hitch in short bursts. He murmured your name, his hand threading through your hair to grasp gently at the nape of your neck.

You shot him an innocent smile as you edged his pants down, just enough to access his boxers. Your smile made him believe he could come on the spot--the way you looked so eager, like you had been waiting for this. He let out a shaky breath as you released his length from his boxers.

You were engulfed in a dizzying feeling, your eyes widened to saucers as you seized his massive cock. "Holy shit, Spencer, you're huge."

You were barely aware of the words tumbling from your lips as you gawked. The impact on him was immediate, the intensity of your graze was maddening. Your small hands encircled his base, accentuating his size. His grasp on your neck grew firmer as he coaxed your head down.

"Don't play," came his growl, so out of character. Warmth bloomed in your face, excitement bubbling in your chest as your thighs clasped together.

You flashed him a gentle, unassuming smile as you hastily took him in your mouth. You felt like a new person, an unprecedented need flowing through you.

Spencer let out a sharp hiss as your lips met his cock, taking him as far as you could. He mentally thanked whatever gods existed, unsure of what he had done to deserve this. His hands deftly collected your hair in his grasp, aiding you in guiding him even deeper. His breaths hastened as he praised, "Good god, baby."

His words only egged you on, your movements turning sloppy as you bobbed up and down, working every inch of his cock. You never knew sucking a man off could be so enjoyable. You wanted to savor the moment, to savor him. You encircled the based with your other hand, granting yourself reach to what had been inaccessible to your mouth as you started to synchronize your movements.

"Look at you," Spencer muttered hoarsely, his gaze flickering to your hands. Those damn hands, they looked so perfect around him, even better than he imagined. "You look like you were made for this."

You moaned around him in response, the slickness between your legs starting to drop down your thighs upon his praise. This elicited a hiss from him, tightening his grip in your hair as he drew you away from his throbbing cock, spit trailing from your mouth as you separated.

"Wha-?" Your question hung in the air, marked by the crease of your confusion on your forehead.

He didn't let you finish, simply stating. "On your knees."

Without hesitation, you followed his direction, your hands clasped in anticipation as you moved from the couch to the floor, your balance settling back into your heels as he towered over you. "Open."

You complied with his command, easing your jaw as he guided himself onto your tongue. A soft moan escaped you, enveloping his cock. He coaxed his length into your mouth, your hands steadying on his thighs as he all but used your face.

Spencer's hands cradled your face, fully encompassing your cheeks as he thrusted into your mouth. His pulse thundered at a pace he hadn't thought possible, and fuck, he wouldn't mind if this was how death welcomed him. There you were, on your knees, so compliant around his cock. His breaths grew rapid as your nails trailed up his thighs.

"You're so good," he muttered, eyes casting down upon you, your glazed expression, the drool peeking out from the corners of your lips. "So good. 'M so close."

He moves to withdraw from your mouth, but your hands find their way to the back of his thighs, holding him in place, denying his escape. He exhales a deep, unrestrained moan, thrusting into your mouth once more, shallowing moving as the warm liquid fills your mouth.

He gazes, spellbound, as you swallow his come completely, your head lolling back in total bliss. In that instant, he realizes his willingness to do anything to keep you close, to see you like this--spent, disheveled, and content.

Breaking the silence, you ask, "Did that help?" His laughter, soft and subdued, fills the air as he reaches out, cupping your cheeks once more. He descends to meet you, his kiss messy and desperate, finding the taste of himself lingering on your lips as his hands untangle your knotted hair.

"You're amazing," he exhaled, their lips parting. "Now, let me return the favor."

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sage-green-matcha · 10 months

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JEALOUS GIRL - ETHAN LANDRY 🔪

”if I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can” - Lana Del Rey

Content includes: killing, obsession, manipulation, y/n being a psychopath!!!

A/n: Ethan you dumb ass 😭

"Hey, do you think I could get your number?" You stared at the brunette that went up to Ethan, jaw clenched as you watched him type his number into her phone. Poor baby, he was getting sucked into all these sluts lives. "Y/n...you okay?" Mindy waved her hand in front of your face, noticing your empty stare. "I'm fine" You smiled at her, turning your attention back to Ethan.

He looked so cute today, a blue collared shirt, his classic hoodie over top. His hair looked extra good, all his curls perfectly placed. You just wanted to run your hands through his hair, holding him tightly as you cuddled. You had imagined the scenario thousands of times. Unfortunately for you, it would never happen.

You remember that night like it was yesterday. He had stood you up, his messages getting dryer and dryer. It was till finally, he told you straight up. He only saw you as a friend.

You were mad at him, but only for a little bit. He was too cute to be mad at. So you continued to follow him around, making sure that he saw you at least once per day. You wanted to stick into his mind like gum on shoes. He wasn't smart enough to see that he was the perfect one for you. And you couldn't blame him for that, maybe he just needed a little push…or shove.

You slipped on the mask, knife in hand as you stood in the bathroom. Because of how smart you are, you were able to find the girl's name and address with a quick insta search. You stood in her bathroom, waiting for her to come home from her date with your boyfriend at any second.

You felt a vibration coming from your jean pocket, taking out the phone to be met with a notification from Ethan.

The sharp 7 GC!! 🔪

Mindy: who tf named the gc?

Chad: it was me ;-;

Mindy: very funny ha ha

Ethan: You all remember the girl from this morning? Well, she kissed me...

Chad: HEYYY MY MAN

Tara: She kissed you? I find that hard to believe

Mindy: that's disgusting

Ethan: I'm calling her in a bit, I'll give updates

Sam: we don't want any of your updates keep that to yourself

Mindy: I agree 🤮

Anika: awww! Go Ethan!!

You heard the door open, putting your phone away before listening through the door. "I had fun with your tonight" You could practically hear her smile in her voice. Your body filled with anger, what a slut. Rubbing herself all over your poor, innocent Ethan.

"I did too, you looked so gorgeous" What a joke, he had said that to you first. You rolled your eyes, scrolling on your phone as their conversation carried on. You eventually got bored, waiting about 20 minutes in the bathroom.

You decided to switch up the plan a bit, since she wasn't gonna come into the bathroom anytime soon. You walked out, her focus still on her phone. She was on the couch, her phone propped up on a candle on top of the table.

You waved the knife around behind her, Ethan's eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, behind you...what is that?" She turned, sadly for her you had good aim. Slashing her throat with one quick motion. "What the fuck?" She screamed, shutting her up with the knife repeatedly being stabbed down her throat.

You waved at Ethan, kicking the table so the phone would fall, you didn't wanna traumatize your baby too much.

The next day you made sure to be extra sweet to Ethan, putting on your favorite daily act. "I couldn't even imagine seeing that, I'm so sorry that's fucking brutal" You fake shivered, his hands over his face. "You guys do know what this means right? There's a new ghost face in town!" Mindy yelled.

"Here we are again" Tara sighed, Chad nodding along with her. Luckily for them, you didn't give a shit about the Woodsboro deaths, and you didn't have anything to do with them.

This was purely for your enjoyment. And you wouldn't stop until Ethan realized that you were the one just for him. You continued to brutally stab any bitch that talked to him, even looked at him. He was for your eyes only.

"I'm sorry that this keeps happening to you, the right one will come. I know it" Your hands ran through his hair, rubbing his back in a comforting manner. "I don't want him to kill you too" "Don't worry E, I'll be fine. You know I know how to take care of myself" he smiled up at you, satisfaction filling every vein in your body.

One last time, you were only gonna kill one last time. You had gone even more Insane, your hobby growing as weeks went by. You already had 4 victims, and 5 is the perfect number.

Ethan had already caught onto what was happening. Any girl he talked to, hung out with. They were gone just like that. He wondered why nothing was happening to you.

"I know you're ghost face, Y/n" "What?" You got all dressed up just for him, the black dress hugging your figure perfectly. "You're really gonna talk about this now? Here? And you think I'm the one killing all these girls?" He nodded. "Why hasn't anything happened to you? I talk to you every day"

"Well, I don't know why you're asking me that...you know I would never harm anyone" You felt your blood bubble up with excitement, the rush you felt was like no other. He was finally paying attention to you, even if it wasn't in the exact way you wanted.

"Can we please drop this? Or talk about it somewhere else? You make me seem like I'm crazy or something..." he let out a sigh. "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry...I've just been having a hard time lately...I shouldn't just be accusing you like that"

You finished up dinner, taking him back to your apartment. “I’m sorry for what happened at the restaurant, I’ve just been alert and it makes the most sense, I’m sorry” you smiled, your stomach filling with butterflies. “It’s okay, I know you’re going through a lot” Your sweet voice manipulated his brain, making him feel safe.

You had so much power over him. He was so vulnerable, you found it so cute. “Thanks…” he looked down at you, taking your chin into his hands. “Of course, you’re safe with me”

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skinnywalker · 1 year

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Professional protector (Aaron Hotchner x nanny! male reader)

It's become a slight problem. Most nights it Hotch was late. Some he wasn't home at all and babysitters were only so reliable.

"You're really using Garica to get a other new babysitter?"

"I'm not trust random teens with my boy."

Emily rolls her eyes and pulls away the file of potential names.

"Can't you just hire a full time?"

Hotch groans.

"Same problem."

"Well it's either a once time issue or a till-jack-is-grown issue so make up you mind."

She's right of course, he needs to just bite the bullet.

After nearly an hour of barely scrapable options Hotch's attention was caught by a face.

Young, clean cut, handsome and with a bakround in child care. He gives Hocth a strange stomach twist, the kind he felt in high-school when he meet Harley. That same at once connection.

"Is he free?"

"Looks like it. Says on his employee web page he is open for full weekdays."

"Send that to me would you?"

Garcia can't help the small grin that crosses her lips.

"At once my lord."

From his nightstand the buzz of that familiar notification sounds him awake.

Clients.

He checks the profile his boss Diane always sends but this one is different than normal. He is used to business men who don't have time for their children but the man is an FBI agent and high in ranks too.

Doesn't look half bad either.

"How much is the pay?

"60 an hour."

He stops dead in his track.

"60? For one child and house sitting?"

"Ahuh. He asked me if that was too low."

"Too low?!"

She smiled at him with a gleam I her eyes.

"He really wanted you specifically."

Hotch keep glancing at his watch. He wasn't late but Hotch was nervous he might be.

"Excuse are you Mr. Hotchner?"

He's pretty in person Hotch thinks. More real. More warm. He's bright-looking but not cocky. Fair featured but no vain. He could reach out his hand and Hotch would near before him to kiss it without even thinking.

"Yes, you must be the nanny."

"Ahuh. Would you like to go over the details of what you need me to do while your away?"

Hotch smiles. He has no clue why but it feels natural.

"Of course."

Hotch leads him through the house explain everything he needs from the house care side of things.

"-and if you can't try to fold the blankets to fit in properly I'd be really thankful."

"Of course. What about your son?"

"Jack spends most of the day at school. He still in k-8 and does sometimes need homework help. He can make his own food but often prefers it made. He has 2-3 hours of screen time weekdays and 4 on weekends. He'll want to call me when I'm out of town which you can also do if you need anything."

He nods. Simple kid.

"He always wants to come along on grocery trips and basically anytime you leave the house."

Hotch hands him the house keys.

"And most importantly he'll ask for want he wants and his bedtime is 8:30."

"Got it. I call you at night if I have questions."

"Daddy?"

The two turn to see a sleepy toddler standing in door way. His spider-man pj's frumbled from napping.

"Hey Jack buddy, this is your new babysitter. He'll be here all day till I come back in the evenings so you don't have to be alone at home."

Jack looks up. Hotch feels the two smiling at eachother. His heart is aching know Jack is already bonding with the nanny. This have been a good idea.

"I have to go home today Jack but I'll see you again tomorrow ok?"

"Ok! Can we play with my Lego pirates."

"We can play whatever you want to Jack."

Hotch loves that smile on Jack. The innocent love. His boy is safe.

"Hotch? We have an emergency."

"What is it J.J.?"

"Ten victims all male in their 20s and the unsub is moving."

"I'll be there in ten mintues."

Hotch's body knows the routine of his morning work runs so well it work on autopilot.

Lastly he kisses Jack's sleeping head and text his new nanny 8 words.

"Flying for work for at least a week."

He'll get what I mean Hotch thinks before he stops himself. Why is he so sure? He doesn't even know the guy and he is trusting him like an old friend already. That's not good but Hotch can't seem to stop himself. He doesn't trust easily but something about him is so safe. So at home at ease. Hotch hates how his walls are just gone the moment he met a pretty man who takes care of his son. Hotch hopes he'll stay.

"He's targeting men who seem successful in love. Men with kids and partners and well paying jobs. Young man living how he wants to live. And he does it through robbery and hold ups. He is choosing targets on the fly."

"Where do we thinking he is making his way to?"

"Maybe his home or his get away car. I don't think he can keep this up for too long and I know he thinks that too."

At the hotel Hotch picks up his nightly call.

"How's your nanny been buddy?"

"I love daddy! He is super smart and he knew all about the history for my test on Tuesday and he makes such good pasta and he read me all the books I have trouble with!"

Hotch feel his stomach twist again. Just like a dad.

"That's great buddy. I'm glad you like him so much."

"He is gonna be my new best friend."

"I'm sure he will sweets now you need to good to bed."

"Ok, Goodnight daddy."

"Sleepwell Buddy. I love you."

"Love you too!"

He's safe. He's for the first time Hotch feels confident in thinking that Jack is really safe and happy. He sleeps better that night then he has in a while.

"Unsub is now in Virginia and he's getting risky. Going straight for our home now. He might even be there at this moment."

"So we came out here just to go home?"

"No, we came out here to know for certain he is home. Let's go."

Jack had asked to come along to the Cafe. He had followed his nanny to the counter and was rewarded with a small pink lemonade.

"Have you ever tried limeade or just lemon?"

He shakes his head no.

"Never liked lime. Too sour."

He chuckles.

"I like a lot of sour things especially ones that have some sweet in them."

"Everyone get on the floor! This is a hold up and if everyone behaves no one will get hurt."

Jack looks up confused and then frighten.

"Nanny?"

"Comere Jack. Everything will be alright."

"We've tracked him to a Cafe he's holding up. Swat is on their way but we don't time on our side."

"How fast can we get there?"

"20."

"20 is not fast enough."

"You, with the blonde kid. Move up here."

His arms wrap around Jack and gently lead them both to the front.

"Give him to me."

"No."

His breathing hitches.

"I'm not letting you near him. You'll have to take me first."

The click of the handriffle echoed in his ears before he felt the the world go black.

When the room came back into focus he realized he was in the ER. His chest was burning. He could feel the dizziness bringing him in and out of blurry awareness.

"Hey, just rest, you're really injured."

"Jack.. what about Jack?"

"He's safe with his father."

A knock at the door interrupts them.

"Hello Doctor is it OK for me to see him?"

"Mr. Hotch? Is that you?"

Hotch leans over the hospital bed brush some hair.

"How are you feeling?"

"I've been worse."

"Worse than shot?"

He giggled even though it hurt.

"Yeah. I'm better knowing Jack is safe."

"He was really scared for you, so was I. You don't know how much it means to me that you put yourself in such danger for my boy."

"I'd do it again."

Hotch felt strange. On one hand he was deeply relieved that he was safe but such a close call had his nerves in a twist. It was like a weight had been added to his psyche. Hotch couldn't let anything happen to him. He felt protective.

"How is he?"

"Exhausted but ok."

"Hotch I know he is just your nanny but you seem pretty worried."

"I can't help but be. He nearly died keeping Jack safe. I don't know what could've happened if I hired someone less bare. This whole time I've felt so.... connected with him. Like he is someone who I can trust."

"Does Agent Aaron Hotchner have a slight crush."

Oh no.

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hoonichi · 1 year

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rule nr. 4 | enhypen jay

pairing: fwb!jay x fem!reader

genre: smut, angst

words: 3.6k

warnings: mdni, friends with benefits, explicit smut, heeseung is mentioned, blowjob, eating out, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it lads), riding, a few time skips, lmk if i missed anything else !

summary: once you get into a complicated relationship with jay, you decide on becoming friends with benefits instead. and with such a predicament, comes a list of rules. rules which you both decide on, that don’t seem too hard to break yet for a night of envy and lust, rule number four is exactly what ends it all.

a/n: i might write a part two for this if people are interested? also ik ive been kind of dead,, but i just have so many stupid shit to do at uni that it makes me want to jump out the window lol, but for now! here! a spicy jay one shot bc I’m in the mood

likes, comments & reblogs are always really appreciated !! <3

“okay, so three rules?” you glance up at jay who’s sitting in front of you, flipping through his economy book. maybe it’s not the best thing to do this in the university’s library but you can’t find the perfect timing to talk about your questionable sex life anytime soon.

you look down at your notebook, where three rules you’ve just decided upon are written in a blank ink. rule number one - sleeping with other people is allowed. rule number two - only call each other when you want to hook up. rule number three - no lovey dovey shit. you still chuckle at how jay decided to phrase the last one.

jay lightly taps his pen against the side of his head, he looks deep in thought, “i have one more,” he finally says and your eyes meet.

“rule number four - no kissing. if we kiss, it’s over”

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your head rests against the cold glass of the bus window. you mindlessly gaze out of the window, eyes tracking the quickly passing environment as you immerse yourself into your own world which is accompanied by the rhythm coming from your earphones. you look down when a buzz alerts your hands, a notification coming from your phone.

there’s a message from a group chat with the name of ‘y/n & friends’ that is the first thing you see on the screen. the name of the group chat was born purely out of sarcastic jokes and it still makes you laugh every time you see it.

party at my house in a few hours, don’t miss out! - heeseung says. you unlock your phone and type in a quick reply that you will be there. you had no plans for today anyways. well apart from contacting jay, but this was even better. if heeseung was the host, your fuck buddy will also definitely be there.

you grab your belongings and step out from your seat. the timing of heeseung’s invitation was great. he lives a few streets away from your house and since the bus was already heading towards that direction, you figured you would just go there right now. nothing would hurt for you to hang out with heeseung just before his party started.

heeseung stands shirtless in the door way with a toothbrush hanging from the side of his mouth and wet hair, indicating that he must have just left the shower, “early as always,” he mutters and turns around, leaving the door open for you to go inside. he doesn’t question your sudden appearance at his house. he never does.

you take off your shoes and plop down on the couch first thing. you spark a light conversation with heeseung, which is just both of you screaming answers from different sides of the house.

when heeseung is all dressed up, he joins you in the living room, “starter?” he asks, tilting a can of beer in his hand towards your direction. you nod and take it with a smile, “people should be piling in in about an hour, wanna watch something?”

“sure,” you nod and heeseung turns on the tv. he settles on some random movie and you sit in silence, occasionally pointing out the weird plot and making jokes about it.

you’re already done with your drink when the doorbell rings and heeseung turns off the tv and puts on a speaker instead. loud music erupts in the room and that’s when you know peace was never an option (lmao). just as heeseung said, random people, yet most of whom you have seen at university, are entering the house and in no time you’re surrounded by countless of bodies. what once was just you sitting alone in the living room, is now filled with people. it doesn’t even help that heeseung’s house is massive too.

once heeseung opens up the door to his kitchen, it doesn’t take long for everyone to get drunk. you went there too and were up mostly surprised by how many different kinds of liquor heeseung has bought. but then again, it’s heeseung, the biggest party animal you’ve ever met.

few hours into the party and you have seen jay, your main target, just once before he got lost into the crowd. the second time you see him, he’s got some girl on his lap, quite literally sucking each other’s faces off. it makes you feel weird but you have to remind yourself of the rules because they’re there for a reason, right?

choosing to ignore the evident envy flowing in your system, you go and hatch yourself another drink. even so you’re certain you will end up with jay by the end of the night anyways.

your certainty never fails you. once you and jay lock eyes from across the room, you are abruptly pulled into one of heeseung’s awfully small bathrooms with only a sink and a toilet.

jay doesn’t even have to say anything before you’re pushing him down to sit on the lid and fall down on your knees in need, hands immediately going to fumble with the zipper of his jeans.

“fuck, i missed your pretty little mouth,” jay seethes through his teeth, head falling to gaze down at your frame. the way you kneel down before him, makes you look small and cute, more reasons that make jay want to ruin you faster.

your hands work quickly on releasing his already semi hard cock and you bask in satisfaction from making him this hard without even doing much apart from some hurried groping on the way to the bathroom, “don’t make me wait too long, baby,” jay sighs, hand resting on your head, brushing away the hair that falls down on your face.

as if i’d make you wait, you think before leaning in to lick a strand of wetness from the base of his cock right to the very tip. jay sucks in a harsh breath, gaze burning holes in your body. you slowly wrap your lips around his tip, instinctively wrapping your hand around the base since you already know you won’t be able to reach that deep with your mouth. that’s, of course, if jay doesn’t decide on fucking your mouth, which happens.. quite frequently if you had to say so.

you let yourself go deeper until his dick hits the back of your throat, making you gag. you eagerly bop your head to what you can take, your hand working on what you can’t in return. deep groans coming from jay encourage you to fasten your pace and you almost choke on a mix of your own saliva and jay’s pre-cum.

jay puts in the work too, his fingers harshly tug on your hair from time to time, guiding his cock against the warm and slippery walls of your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around his cock, slurping it like a lollipop which makes jay throws his head back in pleasure. the position you’re in and jay’s low moans are already making you pool your panties. you’re so wet and it’s so uncomfortable not having any friction against your pussy. nevertheless you focus all of your attention on getting jay off especially when his hips buck rather harshly and you know he’s close. you can’t wait to gulp down everything that jay gives you.

that’s exactly when jay becomes aggressive, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing you down until his cock fully disappears in your wet cavern. tears appear in your eyes but you let jay do what he wants. you always do.

jay continues to fuck your mouth with no mercy, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust until he reaches his climax. you can feel spurts of cum paint the back of your throat and you have to gulp everything in the midst of still having his cock in your mouth, in fear of choking too hard. this sends jay into ecstasy and he rolls his hips, letting you milk out every last drop.

“fuck,” he swears, breath hasty and out of tune. you back away after some time, jay’s cock slipping out with ease, “open your mouth” he demands, wrapping a hand around his cock. you open your mouth obediently, loving the way jay uses you for his own pleasure. you roll out your tongue for jay to give himself a few more pumps and release a few more drops of cum on your tongue. you savor the taste but not for long before you place your hands on his knees for support to lift yourself up from the ground. just when you’re about to let jay taste you himself, the door of the bathroom is shoved to the side, hitting the wall with a loud bump. a very drunk heeseung appears in your sight.

“no fucking way y’all fucked in my bathroom,” he slurs, watching you quickly pull down your skirt and climb off jay, whereas jay goes to zip up his jeans.

“we didn’t.. yet,” jay shrugs but then smirks at you. you’re red to the face, reality setting in when heeseung still doesn’t leave.

“get the fuck out, i need to piss,” heeseung shuffles his way into the bathroom, pushing both of you out and slamming the door with the same loud bang as before.

that’s when you’re reminded by the uncomfortable feeling in between your thighs, some of your wetness running down the sides of your legs. it’s horrible.

but for obvious reasons, you refuse to fuck jay in heeseung’s house.

“jay m-my house,” you grab the side of his jacket and pull him closer to whisper in his ear, “let’s go to my house.. please” your voice is laced with neediness. you’ve never felt so horny in your life and jay can tell when he’s pulling you out of heeseung’s property and into the darkness of the streets, only to realize he actually doesn’t know the way. so you take initiative by pulling him across various alleyways and short-cuts towards your apartment. however, jay just has to push you against the cold wall of one the alleyways to buck his hips into yours instead.

“can you feel how hard you got me again?,” he would whisper in your ear, the outline of his cock rubbing against the side of your naked thigh which got you whining and writhing against his hold, “you’re so hot y/n, i would fuck you here but it’s probably unsanitary,” he laughs before you’re pushing him off yourself and continue to drag this horny motherfucker towards your house. you’re almost there.

it’s short lived though because jay can’t seem to keep his hands away from you. this time he slips his hand under your skirt, palming your ass and brushing his fingers against your heat. you would fuck him right here on the streets but just like jay said, it’s not safe. like at all.

“jay,” with a frown you have to slap his hands away and struggle free, quickening your pace in hopes of jay falling behind. he doesn’t, jay catches up to you just as fast, hands attaching to your body like glue once again. this time you let him, already walking towards the front porch of your house.

you struggle with the keys, especially when jay stands right behind you, his very obviously painful bulge straining right in between your ass cheeks. you move your hips against him just to stir him up even more, revenging him for what he did to you on your way here. jay groans, pushing you against the door while you reach to unlock it.

as soon as the door opens, jay is quick to push you inside. unlike not knowing the directions from heeseung’s place to yours, jay knows the inside of your house like the back of his hand. even while being remotely tipsy he drags you upstairs and into your bedroom before you’re being thrown down on your bed.

jay crawls on top of you, disregarding his jacket on his way. it gets thrown somewhere on the floor. his mouth latches down on your neck, teeth bruising up your skin, leaving numerous of hickeys which will only become memory fragments of this night once jay is done with you. you moan out, fingers interlocking with the soft strands of his hair, pulling and tugging when jay’s teeth come across quite ticklish parts of your neck.

“jay, please,” you whimper once jay moves down your chest, fingers hooking under your shirt and pulling the fragment over your head. your bra shortly comes off too.

you’re annoyed by how slow he’s going through this after almost taking you in the streets. your chest heaves with rushed breaths, still not over by how fast you have gotten home nor by how needy you feel either, “i know you want me just as much as i want you right now so-“

jay hums into your chest but doesn’t look like he’s taking your words into consideration when he harshly bites down on one of your breasts. with a squeal you immediately shut up, drawing your lower lip in between your teeth, harshly biting down.

“fuck you jay,” you manage out, a frown evident on your face.

he chuckles, “soon.”

jay abandons your chest just like that, his mouth now leaving wet traces down your tummy, “i will fuck you so good.. so good that you will scream my name,” he mouths against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

you lift your hips up, helping jay with removing your skirt. he slips it off with ease. you whine again. you want him. no, you need him.

“please jay.. please please,” you beg for the man to do something.

the man has the nerve to chuckle, “patience, baby. i will make you feel so good,” jay moves down your body slowly, hands grazing down the sides of your hips until he stops in front of your heat. he’s so close you can almost feel his breath on your panties which makes you shiver in anticipation.

another kind of shivers run down your spine when jay suddenly is pushing your panties to the side, your hot cunt now meeting with a cold whiff of air. and another one when jay dives down, without giving you any alerts, hot tongue of his meeting with your wetness. he licks at your lower lips and softly bites down on your clit, all while maintaining eye contact. you squirm and gasp. your hands find their way into his hair, rather harshly tugging at his soft strands of hair. a sign of how much you yearn for him.

jay proceeds to fuck you with his tongue until he’s replacing it with his fingers. one. two. now the letter being replaced with three and you’re choking on your own spit.

“you’re so wet, y/n. my fingers go in with ease,” jay mumbles, mouth still busy working on your clit. it’s bruising and it hurts but the pleasure of his fingers pumping in and out of you is overruling the pain, “fuck, i can’t take it anymore,” jay announces and just as soon he’s pulling away. both his mouth and fingers now leaving an empty feeling.

jay pulls his body away from you, quickly fumbling with his jeans but not before taking out a condom from the back pocket. you lick your lips as jay pulls down his underwear, his cock springing out, hard and sturdy, and slapping against his stomach.

in the midst of a cloudy mind, a stupid thought is born. there’s no man in the whole world you would spread your legs so quickly for if it wasn’t jay.

unlike him.

that one thought does something to you, jealousy overtakes and hits you like a truck. a slap of reality that jay isn’t yours to begin with. you bite down on your bottom lip and while jay is focused on putting on the condom, you catch him by surprise.

reaching for his shoulders, you push him down on the bed, flipping both of you. the man hits his back on the bed frame rather harshly, the condom flying off somewhere in the room. jay’s eyes grow wide as you straddle him, hands automatically grabbing at your hips.

“wha-“ jay starts but you’re already sinking down on him, “y/n- the condom-“ he stops you before you can go down fully. you roll your eyes.

“i am on birth control, don’t worry,” you quickly say, swaying jay’s hands away and finishing off the act. you sigh in content, finally feeling full, stuffed raw and it’s something you’ve never experienced before. jay is still taken aback by your sudden change of positions but he loves it either way. as long as he can have you, it doesn’t matter.

you move up slowly before flopping back down. jay sucks in a harsh breath, head dipping down in the crook of your neck. his lips lightly graze over your naked skin before he’s sinking his teeth into your flesh, marking as if you were his. it keeps you going and that same stupid feeling is coming back. if only you were his. heart begins to ache but you brush it away by moving your hips faster, harder, until you’re both out of breath.

“that girl you kissed,” you say, placing your hands on jay’s chest and pushing him away from your neck, “at the party..,” jay stares at you, the new expression on his face giving you doubts, “…i am better than her, right?” you grit through your teeth, “i can make you feel way better, right jay?”

you ask but you don’t expect an answer and you tear up. you’re not sure if it’s from the pleasure you’re feeling or something else and you would rather not overanalyze it anymore. jay sinks his nails into your ass as he thrusts his hips into you harshly.

“say it jay- say i am b-better,” you cry out when jay thrusts in deeper. his eyes are fixated on yours but he has that unfazed look on his face and you wish to brush it away. his cock hits the deepest parts of your insides and you moan out loud when he hits the spot. now it gets repetitious, jay repeatedly thrusting into that one spot which gets your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

the silence from jay, apart from his deep grunts and groans, begins to suffocate you. you need him in a way you’ve never needed anything, anyone before.

before you know it, you are kissing jay. there’s evident hesitance before jay is pulling you closer by wrapping his hand around your waist. his lips are soft and plump against your own, just like you’ve spent countless of nights imagining what it would be like to kiss him. the kiss is short lived though as you’re pulling away, out of breath and in ecstasy.

“jay i’ll.. i will-“ you struggle with your words when the familiar feeling begins to build up in the pit of your stomach. jay seems to understand. nevertheless, he’s had you in this position so many times already.

jay hums, gripping your waist and pulling you off of him, only for his dick to slip out before he’s slamming his hips back into you again, “cum. cum for me,” he says, burying his head back into your neck. you can feel he’s close too by how his dick keeps ramming into you.

his words or rather him allowing you to do so, send you over the edge. you scream out his name, throwing your head back, body shaking non stop, pussy clenching so hard that jay cums soon after you and you get startled by the new feeling of his cum spilling inside you. you’ve forgotten he’s been fucking you raw.

both of you sit in silence, rushed breaths gradually getting calmer. when jay pulls out, you can feel his cum dripping out of you and down the sides of your legs. holy shit.

jay doesn’t leave immediately but the atmosphere is different. as always, he gives you proper after care, cleaning you up with a warm towel and you’re glad that you won’t have to wake up with his cum all dried up on your skin.

jay lays you down on the bed and tucks you in. you can barely hold your eyes open as you look at him. there’s something in his gaze that you can’t exactly put your finger on what he’s thinking. for some reason you know something’s wrong. nevertheless, he lays down beside you, caressing your hair and soothing you to sleep.

in the midst of the night, jay places a soft kiss on your forehead and leaves.

—

you don’t hear from jay the next day nor a week after he left your house. and as much as you tried to believe that he was busy, it was constantly eating at you that it must have been because you kissed him.

you didn’t mean to. you were so in the moment, you lost yourself. but now you kind of understand why jay was so adamant about this fourth rule. it changed things.

on a thursday night, two weeks after hooking up with jay, you are cuddled up on your bed, a blanket thrown on your head, completely submerging you whole into the soft material, when your phone dings. your heart jumps when you see jay’s name light up the screen but it drops just as fast as it got excited once you read the following words,

“you broke the fourth rule. it’s over”

#enhypen smut #enhypen jay smut #jay smut #park jongseong smut

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saleeba · 1 year

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reward ; gabriel martinelli 🌟

summary ♡ after two beautiful goals during a match that you were unable to see in person, you decide to both apologise to and reward gabriel in your own special way.

pairing ♡ gabriel martinelli x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+ (minors dni), smut, established relationship, oral (m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, sub!gabriel, domme!reader, mr martinelli being so adorably obedient, cum eating, unprotected sex (pls practise safe sex friends 🫶🏽), praise (m receiving), marking, riding, tit play, kissing, pet names galore, some (google translated >.<) portuguese

a/n ♡ i’m in my slut eraaaaa 🤭 honestly i wanted to go down the fluff route when it came to my pookie but smth came over me o_O i just know this man makes the prettiest sounds when he’s being sucked off i just know it!!!! anyway this goes out to the lovely anon who asked if i was gonna write for martinelli,, i hope this doesn’t disappoint!! this fic is set right after the arsenal v everton match that happened on march 1st so almost 2 months ago 😭 but i think bc bae scored twice it had to be the one <3 anyway hope u guys enjoyyy !!! as always pls lmk if u have any feedback <3 requests are temporarily closed as of now but they’ll open up right after i’m done with my current wips !! :D

[ meu amor = my love // linda = pretty girl // meu anjo = my angel ]

4-0. a formidable result. and the love of your life shares half the score with two spectacular goals.

you’ve been watching the match from your shared living room — work assignments long forgotten — biting your tongue at every slip and trip but buzzing with pure joy when the whistle eventually sounds, concluding arsenal’s victory over everton. you instinctively jump up from the sofa to grab your phone and send gabriel a congratulations text, a ritual that the two of you have unintentionally become accustomed to whenever you were unable to watch him play in person.

congrats baby i’m so proud of you ❤️

you text his phone, not expecting a reply anytime soon since he’s probably still in the dressing room celebrating the team’s win. you smile at the thought of him cheering and dancing with his teammates, the mere mental image sending flutters to your stomach. i am so fucking lucky. a second barely passes before your phone pings with a notification.

thank you meu amor, can’t wait to get home to you ❤️

gabriel’s response comes some minutes later — surprisingly fast in your opinion. not that you’re complaining because it gives you the chance to text him back without missing a beat.

well don’t be too late i want to celebrate with you 🥰

he replies with a simple but sincere ‘🫡❤️’ which makes you laugh audibly. you’re intentionally vague about what you mean exactly, quietly thankful that your charmingly innocent lover doesn’t poke you about how exactly the pair of you are going to celebrate the win together, and that you have the opportunity to take him by surprise when he arrives home later.

***

you’ve been mindlessly watching some late night trash television for over an hour or two, maybe even longer, you have no idea because the thought of giving gabriel what you’ve been wanting to give him is the only priority in your mind right now. you glance at the clock on the wall to help you out. 11:57 pm, it reads.

you contemplate texting gabriel once again, starting to miss his presence more and more as the seconds pass. the sound of keys and the front door closing pulls you from your thoughts.

not even a moment after he passes through the living door, you practically leap onto him, arms and legs wrapped around his body in a style not too dissimilar to that of a koala. gabriel chuckles, throwing his house keys onto the sofa-side table and steadying you by the waist, hands clasped together on your back.

“i missed you so much, you did so good, my wonderboy, i’m so so proud of you.” you leave what feels like a million kisses across his entire face, not even attempting to calm down your affection for him. gabriel just lovingly laughs at your antics and welcomes it all in, planting a big kiss on your lips when he finally gets the chance to.

“i missed you too, my love. winning would’ve been even better with you there, though.” he sits down on the sofa, your form still clinging onto him, making you slip yourself into his lap. in the days leading up to the game, you’d been extremely busy with work, suddenly up to your neck in deadlines and assignments which caused you to break your long streak of going to see gabriel play live.

“i know, sweetheart, i’m sorry,” the tiniest frown is momentarily painted on your face. you genuinely do feel bad for not being able to see him do what he loves doing the most at every given chance but what were you to do? casting the small sphere of guilt aside, you lean in to mumble against his full lips, voice low and dripping with desire. “let me make it up to you, hm?”

he responds with a bashful nod, eyes turning slightly wider, his gaze even more doe-like than usual. you move your head from his line of view to start plotting kisses down his tender neck, each one more hungrier than the previous, evoking small whiney moans from the footballer. settling on a spot at the base of his throat, you go on to bite at the surface before soothing it over with your tongue and sucking to see a small bruise forming. the vibrations of his heightening moans make you smile against his now splotchy skin.

stopping yourself from getting carried away with the way his adam’s apple bobs up and down from how good you’re making him feel, you climb down from his lap and stand up, extending your hand out towards him. “come on, baby,” you make a small ‘grabby-hand’ gesture. “i want to show you how proud i really am of you.”

gabriel doesn’t hesitate to pull himself to his feet which allows you to take him by the hand and lead the both of you to your shared bedroom, where you ask him to sit on the end of the bed. you say nothing more, letting the actions of your lips do all the silent talking as you leave a burning kiss on your lover’s mouth, one that goes on for a couple of minutes as neither of you want to let the other go, even if it’s for just a second.

“help me take these off you, baby.” you request, shifting your hands to his shorts where you snap the elastic band against his heated skin. he hikes his hips up at your words, letting you slide the material down his legs and off his body before tossing them over your shoulder. the only thing between you and gabriel’s growingly hard cock is the cotton of his black boxers straining against him.

you triallingly palm him through his underwear, cock twitching upon first touch and you take this as a signal to swipe off the acting barrier between what you desire, flinging that in some random corner of the bedroom too.

gabriel is almost writhing under your touch now, your fingers wrapping around his aching cock to give it a drop of relief. your thumb circles the tip where pre-cum pools around the orifice, spreading the thick fluid over his dark pink head.

“oh my god, please.” gabriel pants out, eyes squeezing shut when you kneel down between his parted legs and kiss the tip of his weeping cock a few times, pre-cum now being shared onto your lips.

“sshh, baby boy, let me take care of you,” you part your mouth to allow your tongue to swirl around it now, knowing that this much stimulation would have him whimpering for so much more. gabriel goes to touch your head for both leverage and relief but you lightly scold him with an ah ah ah before placing his hands on his thighs and telling him to keep them there. you knew he would’ve used them to guide your mouth to where he wanted otherwise but tonight, you’re the one in control — and you made sure to let him know. “try that again and we’ll stop whatever it is we’re doing, okay?” it’s a harmless warning really, because you know there’s no way you could ever say an absolute no to the boy when it comes to things like this, but you still smile appreciatively when he gives you a slow, coy nod.

“good boy.”

you swoop yourself down to capture the first few inches of his cock in your mouth, head moving easily along that particular area. he’s girthy for sure, but it’s his length that’s outstanding; lips stretching as you go lower on him, still struggling to take all of him in despite being with him for years and doing this an unfathomable amount of times. you set your tongue to work to make up for it though, laying it flat against his boner as you drag your head up to the top, lips still enveloping him. you don’t let go just yet as you opt to test yourself on how far you can truly go.

in one determined yet unbroken sweep, you push your mouth to the base of gabriel’s cock, gagging around him instantly as the tip is forced into the opening of your throat. the oscillations coming from you have him moaning deeply, his hands now gripping the sheets. you feel proud for being able to deepthroat him finally, for finding the fuel to do so off of how much you want to see him rewarded for doing so good in that match and for being able to make him sound like an absolute porn star.

you continue on relentlessly, without pausing for breath, just to hear the constant stream of his moans and heavy panting. the sounds cause shockwaves to flood your pussy, rapidly becoming so wet that you doubt you’ve ever been this drenched before. certainly not while being untouched. the bobbing of your head on his shaft gets faster too; you’re now needing him to finish and get what he’s so desperately been craving for, what you’ve been so desperately craving for ever since you got your mouth on him.

temporarily pulling off his cock, you go back to jerking it off and his sounds get even more lustful. “that’s it, baby boy, you’re doing so good for me,” you tap his cock against the flat of your tongue, slick and wet with how hard you’ve been working it on him and he throws his head back with a throaty groan. “god, you make the prettiest sounds, gabi.”

you return to stimulating his cock some more with your mouth, pulling off every few seconds or so — only very briefly — to tell him that you need his cum inside your mouth, that he’s allowed to make a mess on your face, and that your pussy is absolutely dripping with how fucking angelic he sounds right now. once you put your lips around him for the final time, almost swallowing his length again, gabriel switches up the pitch of his moans, signalling that he’s so close to what the two of you have been looking towards.

“ah, ah, amor, please,” his face is twisted in pure pleasure, his full lips separated to let every hefty breath out into the air, face burning with complete determination to orgasm. “i’m so close, please, i’m gonna cum.”

you’re listening to every syllable pour out of that kissable mouth of his, your own one acting unstoppable in its quest to make your lover cum for you. the sounds emitting from the both of you would be branded as utterly obscene if anyone heard them, your tongue and mouth creating the most vulgar slurping noises and gabriel virtually screaming at the top of his lungs at the sensation of you on his cock.

your head delivers one bob, two, nearly two and a half, before gabriel floods your mouth with his cum, the viscous fluid all warm and slightly salty along your tastebuds, voice sounding strangled and overwhelmed as he lets the loudest mewl you’ve possibly ever heard him make escape this throat. you pull off his tip with a pop, taking extra care not to spill a single droplet of his cum on the floor. gabriel pants heavily, chest heaving up and down, as you audibly swallow, giving the corner of your mouth a wipe to tuck a stray drop past your lips, not wanting to waste one bit.

you stand up, legs slightly stiff from being bent at the knees for so long, steadying yourself by grasping onto his shoulders, rubbing them along the toned muscles to soothe his breathing. if he were to be completely honest with you, your actions only sped his heartbeat up, the way your fingers dance across his skin causes it to erupt into a million goosebumps.

“you reckon you can give me another one, sweetheart?” another request falls upon his ears. your voice is relatively hoarse from sucking dick for some time but its tone is so saccharine, gabriel wouldn’t ever imagine denying you.

“anything for you, meu amor.”

your heart almost burst at that.

biting your lip to keep yourself from squealing over how fucking cute he is, you motion to the other end of the bed where plenty of plush pillows lay against the headboard, ushering him towards it. once you watch your lover situate himself where you want, you praise him with a good boy, as he sits with his back against the pillow pile, legs stretched out.

still at the foot end of the bed, you take a step back to make sure gabriel has your full body in view, as you come to the decision of giving him a mini show of you undressing yourself. starting with your bottom half, you turn to face away from him, bending over in the slightest angle, skilful fingers taking off your leggings and underwear in one go, and putting your ass on display. gabriel’s breathing accelerates when he catches sight of your pussy, the way it glistens in the room’s dim lighting making him gulp in a mixture of anticipation and excitement. mind so fixated on imagining the feeling of your tightness on his still sensitive cock, he doesn’t notice that you’re now back facing his awaiting form, hands unclasping your bra and discarding it beside you.

you smile across at him, crawling onto the bed before you land on his outstretched legs, plopping yourself down onto his lap yet again, thighs on either side of him. the juices coating your inner thighs smear onto his own skin.

placing your palms on his flushed chest, you start to grind slowly down onto him, relishing the tiny moans that pass through his lips. “will you let me ride you now, gabi?” you ask, your core intentionally slipping right over the head of his dick and causing you both to gasp out at the deliciously cruel teasing. “oh god, need you inside me now, meu anjo.”

the switch to portuguese and the feeling of your soaked pussy finally enveloping his raw cock sends his mind absolutely reeling. a pair of indecent moans are ripped from the two of you as you set yourself on bouncing and grinding on his cock, not wasting any time on making you both savour the feeling of each other.

“oh my god, baby,” you moan out, head thrown back and hands now embracing his shoulders. “you fill me up so well, ah!” you scream quietly when his dick twitches up into you at the sound of your praises. you notice him clumsily gripping onto the sheets, fingertips seeming antsy to hold something else other than the thin fabric. you smirk to yourself before leaning into his face and leaving a small kiss on his lips. “you can touch me now, y’know.” you say lovingly as your hands bring his slightly sweaty ones onto the curve of your hips, essentially responding for him.

his fingers conform to the shape of you, palms slotting perfectly into place like the two of you were made for each other. gabriel’s whines and whimpers spur you on to move faster and harder against him, the friction of your tits on his chest fogging your brain, hardened nipples on soft, damp skin.

“oh fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good,” you pant out into his rifted lips, body rolling and shuddering on top of him. “stuffing me so deep, my good boy, i’m so proud of you,” you’re starting to babble now, words just spilling out of your mouth in sheer adoration and pride for gabriel, not even sure whether you’re talking about how well he’s taking you or how well he did in tonight’s match. either way, your words stand sincere and heartfelt. “so good at everything you do, baby boy, oh my god, so good.”

gabriel isn’t sure if it’s the newly gained feeling of his hands on your pretty body or the way your voice doesn’t stop singing his praises but something sparks his confidence, and he thrusts firmly up into you with a groan of achievement, you reacting with a sudden scream, swearing that you can feel the tip of his cock reaching your stomach. with your back arching on command at the extremely full sensation inside you, gabriel takes the chance to latch his lips onto your left boob, the plumpness of them engulfing the sensitive bud as he sucks gently. the antithesis of your forceful hips on him and his delicate mouth on you has your cunt flooding with even more wetness, your juices only encouraging you to keep moving on his big cock, granted how fucking easy it is to slide up and down him.

he moves onto your right boob, this time involving his tongue, swirling it around and around as if he’s intentionally trying to mimic sending your mind into a similarly spiraled frenzy. you clench around him dangerously, both of you knowing what that action does to gabriel.

“ah, shit!” he whimpers, own head now being thrown back against the headboard as you’re still persistent with your hips, sopping pussy rocking over his length. “i-i think i’m gonna cum, amor.”

“cum for me, baby,” you permit, feeling the high of your own orgasm on the horizon, hips racing to meet gabriel at his climax. “you’ve done so well for me, come on, gabi, i want you to cum inside me, sweetheart, please.” the tight bubble at the pit of your stomach threatens to burst, pussy so tempted to throb around the shaft it’s enveloping.

gabriel’s hold on you gets tighter, imitating the same strength your cunt is exerting on his cock, fingertips pressing into your flesh to give him some relief but the way you clench around him grants him exactly that. his orgasm crashes over him like a ferocious wave, mouth wide open to let strangled moans escape his throat. your own release comes seconds later, just as gabriel is panting out the lasting moments of his, your lips seizing his in an effort to drown your carnal cries of pleasure as his warm cum coats your walls, the feeling of being stuffed and filled with his seed making your face scrunch in ecstasy, whispers of my good boy and that’s it, baby and you did so so well flowing into gabriel’s ears. you both help each other ride out the aftershocks of your orgasms — gabriel’s hands still on your hips as tight as ever, as if to say please don’t leave, knowing that you’ll take your body off him if he removes his grip.

“stay here with me, meu amor, pleeeease!” he whines after you tell him that you need to clean yourselves up, showing off those beautiful doe eyes that make you weak at the knees. huffing at his adorable antics, you respond with a joking roll of your eyes. you both know there is absolutely no way you could ever refuse those big brown eyes.

“alright, alright, but just for 2 minutes, okay?” you poke at his chest as a warning. he smiles, bringing you down with him as he goes to lay on the bed, the two of you still connected down below. “you’re so insatiable, i swear.” you place a meaningful kiss on his tender lips, pulling up to see how his face beams in a post-orgasm glow.

gabriel sweetly yawns, the hustle and bustle of the day now wearing down on him, fingers taken to rubbing your back to soothe himself as his eyelids flutter close. you let him of course, knowing how hard he’s worked on and off the pitch tonight, hand falling amongst the dark strands of his hair as his chest slowly rises up and down. there aren’t enough words to tell him how much you love him, you muse to yourself. you feel so lucky to call him yours.

#I NEED HIMMMMMM ✋🏽😩🤚🏽#y/n near the end: not arguing with a dude that has big brown eyes. whatever u say beautiful #but girl it’s about to be UTI central if u don’t get off his d bro 😟#anyway hi this isn’t rlly proofread bc im tireddd it’s 1:37 am rn i just need to get this out for match day tonight COYG ‼️‼️‼️#˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗#gabriel martinelli #gabriel martinelli imagine #gabriel martinelli smut #gabriel martinelli x reader #gabriel martinelli x fem!reader #gabriel martinelli x you #gabriel martinelli x y/n #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer smut

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lovingmny · 10 months

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i’m gone. - lee felix

pairing : felix x reader

genre : angst

warnings : swearing, crying, arguing, breaking up, idk

summary : you and your beloved boyfriend were always in good terms, but one night, it all took a huge turn to the wrong side.

wordcount : 743

a/n : this is my first angst!! hope you enjoy<33 might have some mistakes since english is not my first and favourite language !! also i’m a fast typer so might include some accident typos, anyways hope you enjoy<3

m.list

You were excitedly getting ready for your date night with your boyfriend that was planned a few weeks ago. You just did you makeup and now was moving onto attacking your closet, until you heard you phone buzz.

“love i am so sorry, i have to cancel the date, i have an unexpected schedule. i swear i’ll come to the next date💕”

You were devastated, on the verge of a breakdown. This was the 10th time this has happened. It felt like, he didn’t love you anymore. You fell to your knees and started sobbing as thoughts filled your mind.

“what if he doesn’t love me? what if he’s seeing someone else? and that’s why he’s making excuses.”

Those kind of thoughts filled your mind to the brim. You were crying, sobbing, sniffing whatever you’d call it. Your crying was later interrupted by another notification on your phone.

You quickly got up and opened your phone. You were relieved to read the message you were sent.

“i’m coming home a bit later today, maybe at night but i don’t have time to attend the date, love you”

You were relived. Even though he said he isn’t going to attend the date, your still happy he’s atleast coming home and not hanging out with other girls.

The relationship between you guys was always close. Both of you guys loved skinship, and were very clingy after all. You found a lot of same habits and traits you both seemed to have. Even what you both eat.

When you met Felix, it was an instant click. You hung out all the time, talked about each other all the time, basically involved the other in anything. In college you decided you wanted to go from besties to lovers, but weren’t sure if Felix was feeling the same.

You later on built the courage and confessed to him one thursday evening. The whole day was full of emotions ranging from sadness to overwhelming happines. After that you guys were inseparable.

But what you didn’t know was what would happen this night. Something horrible. Something that you will remember for the wrong reasons. That you guys were finally separated.

You heard the door open as you were sitting on the couch eating chips. You sprinted to the door and greeted Felix with a warming hug.

“well hi” felix said while hugging you back.

“i was thinking we could watch a movie and cuddle after? how does that sound?” you excitedly ask while smiling.

“bae i’m sorry but i’m really tired. maybe some other night?” he groaned.

“you almost never have time for me! i don’t know if i can do it. i never can spend anytime with you alone, privately! whether it’s you hanging with the boys or you always have an excuse!! i’m never an option.” you complain, not noticing that you are raising your voice.

you see Felix’s eyes starting to get watery and his freckles are getting drowned in his tears.

You only now realised what you said and tried to hypothetically apologise, but nothing helped. You felt too bad, you really fucked it up now.

“no it’s fine, i’m just trying to focus on studying, i’m sorry. i’ll try to find you more time, love, i really am sorry.” he blurted out, which only made you realise that now you cheeks were getting stained in you tears too.

“no no no no bae it’s okay, i’m the one to blame, i fucked up, i said hurtful things, it’s my fault, my reason to apologise.” you said, tears staining you grey t-shirt.

“whatever, i can go if you want, you said you couldn’t do it anymore” he said. you froze for a second there, to fully understand his words. did you really say you couldn’t do this? shit, you did. you knew he wasn’t coming back either, so you tried to stop him from going, but were unsuccessful.

There he went. he just ran out door to the dorms. you completely lost it when the door closed. you fell to your knees and started screaming his name while sobbing uncontrollably.

It had now been a few days since you and Felix broke up, and you had noticed he was constantly avoiding you, you were hurt by it, but it was understandable. You hurt him, and he’s allowed to be hurt.

Every night you always found yourself curled up into a ball in your bed sniffling onto Felix’s hoodie, which had his scent to it. It was the closest thing you had to him. You were really not okay.

But you can’t do anything but just wait for him.

idk yall tell me how this went!!🥹 i just made something and i hope y’all enjoyed <3

#kpop imagines #skz imagines #skz angst #felix #felix skz #felix angst #i love yall

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sailorscuttle · 2 years

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Bestie

Phone sex with Rhett when he’s away one of the nights and you couldn’t join him?

His deep voice? I’m weakkkkkk

bestie i'ma lose my mind oh my god

warnings: nsfw, porn with a smidge of plot lmao

word count: 0.8k

despite the exhaustion rhett feels from the day's competition, his mind is very much awake, thoughts of you beginning to rise to the surface and desire to stir in his groin. knowing that sleep is not likely for him anytime soon he stares at the ceiling for another moment before sighing and pulling his phone from its charger, quickly pulling up a folder in his images titled 'angel'.

he smiles at the latest image: you had been lost in thought while baking a loaf of pumpkin bread for his mother, unaware that rhett had been standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

those kinds of images were his favorite unposed, raw and just tru glimpses to you that rhett wanted all to himself, the small box hidden at the bottom of the closet in your shared room just waiting to make that desire a reality.

his thumb scrolls along his phone, stopping when he sees an image that causes him to groan lowly into the empty room and to push his underwear down. you had sent it a few months back when he was in the same position he's in now, away for another rodeo and away from you, your body wrapped by delicate lace angled to show nearly everything.

rhett's eyes glance up when a notification pops up from you. deep blue eyes widen at what you had sent. sending pictures between the two of you while he was away wasn't unusual, but this time was different.

this time you're fully nude on your shared bed, arm crossed under your breasts to push them up with legs crossed, body wet from just stepping out of the shower. the image comes with a message of 'i miss you, can't wait for you to come home <3'

desire hits rhett full force and his unoccupied hand moves to grasp his cock, fingers squeezing the base and cursing lowly at the feeling. he pumps himself a few times as his thumb presses to call, hips bucking softly when he hears you moan.

"christ girl, do you even know what you do to me?" his voice is gravely, all caught up in desire and longing for you.

he hears a faint wet noise in the background and knows instantly what you're doing. spitting into his hand and soon matching your rhythm.

"how many fingers you got in that pretty pussy of yours darlin'?"

you whine as your fingers sink in and out of you, fingers trying to replicate the way that his feel along your walls. it isn't the same, it's never the same.

"two." you moan, placing your phone on the bed as your fingers slide down to swirl around your clit. "i want your cock though rhett...always fills me up so good, need it so bad baby.."

he groans as his hand caught a bead of precum, fingers tightening its grasp as he tried the mimic the feeling of your pussy. your sounds push him closer to his limit.

"is that so? poor baby doesn't know what to do without my cock huh?" you moan again in response at his words, fingers curling and attempting to reach that spot that always makes you see stars when with rhett.

rhett wishes more than anything you could be with him right now because god knows his hand will never be able to replicate the way your walls pulsate around him when your close.

"fuck i'm so close rhett..wanna cum so bad." your fingers move faster against your clit, so close to pushing yourself over the edge. you need him to tell you it's okay, need his words to be the one to push you over that edge.

"me too darlin." his balls tighten at your words, imagining you in this moment bouncing on top of him, nails scratching along his chest while he's gripping your hips, fucking up into you. he's so close to coming, needing to hear your release before he can achieve his own.

"fuck..go on baby, go on and cum for me, lemme hear you." you cry out, your body tensing as you feel your walls clench around your fingers.

hearing you come pushes rhett's release as well, cock twitching in his hand as he fists himself through his orgasm, groaning your name as his release coats his hand and his abdomen.

for a moment all that you both hear is each other's harsh breathing, a soft chuckle as rhett stands, grabbing his phone as he goes to get a towel form the hotel bathroom to clean himself up.

as he gets back into bed he hears you pull the covers over and begin to get comfortable, your breathing evening out.

"i should be on the road first thing in the morning, okay?" he says softly, turning to his side and getting comfortable.

"alright...get back safe to me cowboy.." you murmur. both of you then say your 'i love you's and end the call.

rhett stares at his phone for a minute before setting it back on the bedside table, eyes closing and willing himself to sleep, already counting down the hours until he's back in your arms.

#hangmanapologist #outer range imagine #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott is gonna end me one of these days #no beta we die like men #rhett abbott imagine #scout's guide : chapter four : questions and answers #scout's guide : chapter six : writings

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wonubb · 2 years

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Excited for In the Soop 2. The posts in Weverse are definitely from their trip. I can’t wait! SVT helps me keep it together. Days are tough right now but there’s always something to be thankful for. Thanks to you who are leaving a heart on my posts. Keep fighting! You’ll make it. ☺️

It’s been 3 days since you last received a message from Cheol. That conversation surely didn’t go well if you look at his last text message, ‘Fine, do whatever you want. Don’t bother coming to Korea anymore, I now understand that I am not your priority. Bye, Y/N.’

You had fought about you not being able to go back to Korea sooner due to work. He really didn’t give you much time to explain though. After saying you can’t go back anytime sooner, he dropped the call and sent you this text. What you were unable to explain is that your flight was moved only for another week.

You sighed and put your phone down. He’s also not answering your calls so you don’t know where he is or what he’s doing right now. You heard a notification sound and quickly picked your phone up. It’s from Weverse and your boyfriend just posted a picture of kimchi fried rice and egg asking ‘who wants to eat with me?’

You felt relieved that he’s okay and eating well. Without thinking twice, you commented, ‘Me, you can eat with me any time of the day, I will be there.’ A tear fell from your eye and you didn’t realize until now just how much you miss him. There are now thousands of comments under his post. You smiled bitterly knowing that he might not see you comment. You allowed yourself to cry some more and you felt a little better after a few minutes.

Another notification came and now, it is for a text message. Finally. You felt teary again while reading ‘Hey baby, I am so sorry for my last message. I want to see you and hear your voice. Can I call you right now?’ You immediately typed a reply and then your phone is ringing.

‘Hi love, I am sorry for being a jerk and not letting you talk. I just want to be with you again. I know it’s not an excuse but… forgive me please,’ he was intently looking at his phone trying to make eye contact. ‘I’m sorry too, Cheol for not explaining it well. My flight is late for just a week you know. You wouldn’t notice the days that I’m not there. Seems like you’re filming ITS. Who cooked your food?’ ‘I did! Well, with a little help from the boys and I mean Mingyu and DK. But hey it’s a hit. They loved it!’ He proudly said while showing the pile of dishes on the sink. At the side you can slightly see the maknaes playing rock paper scissors. In the end, it was Vernon who lost the game and went to wash the dishes.

‘You shouldn’t be excluded from the game just because you cooked,’ you teased your boyfriend and pouting he said ‘you know I’d rather chop woods than do that. The water’s cold, too.’ ‘Alright big baby. Go spend your time with them. As soon as you finish filming, I’ll be at our house waiting for you.’ ‘I can’t wait, I’ll practice cooking here so I can prep you food at home, you’ll see I’ll be more lovable.’ Well, he is lovable but you preferred not to say it as he will be 10x more smug about it.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #fanfic #seventeen scenarios #choi seungcheol #scoups x reader #seventeen scoups #in the soop

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silverefflux · 11 months

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Chapter 3 of my König x Fem!OC fic, Rush

See Chapter List

Photo by Markus Winkler

Summary: Would you consider this a hangout or a date?

Warning: impending panic attack (or probably already was one), mentions of mental illness

A/N: more balance with fluff + mentions of angsty things

. . .

Glue Song // beabadoobee ft. Clairo

It’s only midday yet Dominik lay curled up in the bed in his apartment, his hands fidgeting with his phone and eyes drilling holes into the wall next to him. For the past ten minutes, he fell into a pattern of unlocking his phone, typing something, glaring at the screen, deleting his words, then locking his phone again. In the course of his anxiety, he may or may not roll over to his other side, only to do the same thing all over.

“It makes sense, I swear. If you can snap a terrorist’s spine in half, you can send her the first text this time,” Hong-jin taunted as he sat on a lounge chair right across from him.

“If I send this she’s going to think I’m creepy,” he replied.

“Come on,” Hong-jin groaned, “Just fuckin’ talk to her.”

“Yeah I am, I am!” Dominik hissed and looked at his phone for a few seconds. Hong-jin leaned forward and tilted his head, squinting his eyes at his friend.

“Anytime now.”

“I’m thinking!” he shot back, turning his back against him.

The back-and-forth continued for fifteen or so minutes until Dominik had to call for a timeout and made a beeline for the bathroom, leaving his phone on the bed. With a sigh and an eye roll, Hong-jin seized the opportunity to take the phone and unlock it.

“How was your flight?” he typed.

Send.

. . .

Meanwhile, Kate dragged her small trolley bag across the train station when her phone pinged. She smiled at the fresh notification and settled herself down on a bench. “Tall Boy’s a little chatty today. Might as well take a seat,” she thought to herself.

If only she knew about the chaos ensuing behind this seemingly meek conversation.

“You sent her an invite?!” Dominik stood with smoke fuming out of his ears.

“Yeah. You’re welcome,” Hong-jin smirked.

Dominik flopped back onto the bed and ran his palm over his face. “What the fuck have you done?”

“I took the weight off your chest.”

“And replaced it with a heavier one! This is not what I planned for today!”

Hong-jin blew a raspberry and waved a hand off. “Ah please, keep it laid back. It’s just a hangout.”

Hong-jin crossed his legs, then glanced at his watch and out the window. “Fine day for these two to go on a date,” he mused. On the other hand, his buddy stayed frozen on the bed, his face engulfed by a pillow. The sight reminded him of how ostriches were said to bury their heads in the sand when they felt like they’re in danger.

Hong-jin took a deep breath. “You have two hours—”

“Leave me alone,” Dominik interjected, his voice slightly muffled by his pillow.

“All right, all right. I’m outside if you need help,” Hong-jin replied calmly.

A little while later, Dominik opened the door slightly.

“This is so stupid to ask, but what should I say first?” he said, scratching his head.

Hong-jin clapped his hands in delight and put a game face on. “Okay, pretend I’m her. What would you say?”

A pause from Dominik, then the door slammed shut.

Hong-jin grimaced. This guy’s a retired colonel?

The door opened again.

“Okay, so I say, ‘hey, how’s it going?’, then what?”

. . .

“Pretty good, thanks. You been to this cafe before?” Kate responded as she took a seat.

“Ja, the owner was my batchmate in training,” he replied, trying his best to resist retreating to his phone.

At first, the conversations between Kate and Dominik went as he practiced with Hong-jin. Getting their food and drinks ordered first, then asking the questions about her work, first impressions on Frankfurt so far, and go-to drinks. Then the unanticipated questions from Kate swooped in, and she began to ask about his military life. When she asked what he does now that he’s retired, he worried even more than he already did.

“Now she’s going to be scared of me,” he thought. He had to come up with some way to describe his work without disclosing too much.

“I work in security.”

Kate didn’t look fazed. Only confused.

“Oh. Like as a bodyguard, or contracting or something?”

“Uhh…yeah.”

There was a second or two silence between both of them. Kate was looking at the corner of the table with a contemplating look on her face.

Was that a crappy thing to say to her?

Kate looked back at him, finally coming up with a reply. “So like, how does that work? As in schedule-wise?”

“Depends on the contract, really. Ninety days, a year…could be anything.”

“Interesting,” Kate remarked. Okay, vague answers. Maybe not now but there’s something there.

Meanwhile, Dominik is lost in thought. What does she mean when she says “interesting”???

Just in time to cut the tension, a sports car roared by which made them both lean over and stare. When it was far off, they looked back at each other and smiled.

“Damn, that’s pretty,” Kate sighed.

“The sound of a V10. Do you like cars?” Dominik said back.

“Oh I don’t know much about cars. Just appreciate an engine that purrs,” Kate replied with a snicker, “You?”

“Well—same, only a little,” Dominik said. Deep down, he found it cute that she leaned over to check out the car too.

“So, when you have some free time, what do you do? Any hobbies?” she asked with genuine curiosity, a move that surprised him when he was already assuming she would back off already after hearing about his job.

“Just playing video games and collecting Bearbricks. You?”

“Biking and makeup. Not that I’m good at it, I just enjoy it a lot,” she said enthusiastically.

Then a plate fell on the floor, which made a loud crashing noise. A waiter was carrying it on a tray when he bumped into a customer who was rushing somewhere else. As everyone dropped dead silent to stare at the little incident, Dominik was falling onto the brink of panic caused by a mix of the unplanned questions, the loud car, the almost explosive noise of the plate, and the feeling of embarrassment over him bringing Kate to a cafe he was sure of, only for that small fiasco to happen.

He swallowed dryly as his breathing began to grow rapidly. His chest was starting to feel as if someone was stepping on it. Upon looking around, he felt as if there were eyes from all over the cafe locked onto him.

The silence is deafening.

Stop looking at me.

He was fidgeting with the tablecloth and staring off into the exit, ready to run or fight, when Kate noticed the look of distress on his face.

“You okay?” she asked. No response.

Is he panicking? Think quick, Kate. Try anything before it gets worse.

She tried fishing for anything novel in her handbag.

Pen? Nope, might hurt himself.

This pompom bag charm? Good but nah, I love this thing.

Wallet, nope. Lip balm, nope. Tissues, nope.

Wait—what’s this bracelet doing here? Ok fine.

“Hey Nik!” she called his attention then shook a closed hand at him, offering something. He looked at her in confusion, but took what’s in her hand anyway. He looked and found a bracelet made of braided thread and uniformly round, red beads.

“What’s this?”

She eyed her side. “Uhhh…bracelet? You can fidget around with it, or just keep it,” she answered with a smile before nonchalantly asking, “You okay?”

He paused, trying to regain some air. He toyed with the bracelet and its beads stuck to each other with a sharp clicking sound that he quite liked. He pocketed the bracelet then nodded swiftly, “Yeah. I think yeah.”

She wasn’t convinced, though. She almost guessed what that was about, but didn’t want to assume. “You got it. Deep breaths,” she coached with a soft voice, to which he obliged.

One deep breath. And two. Three. Four.

“What time is it?” she asked him.

He shakily raised his hand. Not wearing my watch. He clenched his fist, then fished for his phone and looked at its lockscreen. “Ehh…4:43,” he responded bemusedly. He massaged in circles on his temples, unsure if they were hurting, if he was drowsy, or both.

She shrugged. “Ah, okay. Monday right?”

“No, Tuesday,” he said, still looking at his phone. Running his hand over his face once, he took one more deep breath. When he felt a little more in control of himself, he continued. “Sorry about that. Whew, what happened there?” he sat up with a nervous chuckle.

She waved her hands at him and smiled. “Please, don’t worry about it. You looked like you panicked though. Really clutching at the table there.”

“Was I? Danke by the way.”

“It’s nothing. Wanna take a walk?”

Exactly what I need. This place is suffocating me right now. “Yeah sure.”

They paid the bill together and took to the streets. Kate was glad they went out. Can’t let a cool afternoon like this go to waste. There were definitely more people outside, but not too crowded as most people were probably still at work. On top of that, the space of the sidewalks made up for it. Much to Kate’s relief, Dominik looked more at ease, but the walk was still filled with silence until he broke it.

“I’m sorry about earlier. It still bothers me, what I did,” he said, running a hand across the back of his head and setting his sights on the pavement.

“Hey don’t worry about it too much, it’s no big deal,” she looked up at him and replied. Then after a beat, she said, “Besides, I have a brother who has social anxiety so I’ve seen it before. You just figure out how to help a bit eventually.”

He met her eyes, his brows raised in interest. A slight lump went up his throat. “Oh. Older or younger?”

“Younger. By seven years.”

“Now is not the time to think of your brother. At least not too much,” she told herself.

“Okay, now is not the time to think of your sister,” he thought.

His mind went into a stir. To him, Kate having a little brother with social anxiety meant one of two things: either she understood what it was like and helped care for her brother a lot, or she was just like his sister—cold, distant, and mean. Nevertheless, he was curious to see what it was like for someone like her to grow up with someone who might’ve been like him.

“What’s he like growing up? Your brother?”

Ah shit. Keep it candid but light, I guess, she thought.

With a sigh, she began to explain, “Well, he was pretty lively until he turned, like, thirteen or fourteen. We were raised as sheltered kids, and that’s not a good combo with getting bullied by other kids, and having the adults in your life be really busy.” The sentence hit too close to home for him. He kept his hands in his pockets as Kate did her best to explain as stoically as she could.

“He wasn’t the type to fight back, so he just started locking up in his room a lot and panicking over even the smallest interactions. Or the slightest change of plans. So he couldn’t really do some of those things you’d expect a kid his age to be able to do, like buying at a store or saying hello to guests at home. But we got him to therapy and we tried to help build his confidence, you know?”

Dominik listened intently, reminiscing about his troubled childhood. It was sad to hear of another kid going through what he did, but he believed that somehow this kid seemed a little luckier. He wasn’t as blessed with solid family ties, so the only thing he could do was run to the military for refuge. So he could live by his own means, away from the cruelty he faced in his town and within his home.

“That’s good to hear. Hopefully he wasn’t too much to handle?” he faltered. Whether he was genuinely intrigued by Kate’s brother or by how he would’ve seemed in the eyes of his family, he had to say anything just to hear more.

Kate shot him a baffled look but gave his comment some benefit of the doubt. “Hell no, not too much, though it wasn’t always easy figuring out what he needs. Sometimes we’d be out for dinner, then the slightest off-tone in the conversation and he’d be fighting to go home. But yeah, least you can do is be there to support anyway,” she continued.

“I hope he’s better now?” he asked.

“He’s kinda better, yeah. Always been really sweet. He’s the type to always offer some of his snacks and shit before he takes some for himself. He’ll make sure everyone’s got what they need. Really smart and artistic too. He took painting lessons, and he’s an absolute geek over military history. A lot of times in his history classes, he knew more than his teachers did.”

She gave herself an imaginary pat on the back for the mild-mannered translation of the sacrifices and challenges she went through. Of the frustration over thrown efforts. Of triumph over little improvements. Of exhaustion in putting everyone before herself. Of agony in the leadership role she was forced to embrace.

She felt deep love for her family, but there was also a deep need to take a break and just be a girl instead of the sister, the eldest daughter, or the second mother. There were times when her brother would think that nobody would cry for him, and for one, she was glad he didn’t see much of the pain her parents felt after finding out about his mental state, but she felt like it was mainly because Big Sister was there to handle it for him behind the closed doors of their parents’ room.

“You’re a good sister,” he remarked.

“Thanks,” she murmured, “God, I hope so.”

Musings aside, she had to move forward anyway, like she always did. There was still Frankfurt, and a conversation that she was holding. She cleared her throat. “So, Bearbricks huh? Like those little plastic bear figurines?” she asked Dominik, bringing the tone back to light and lively.

“Ja—though not all of it is little,” Dominik replied with a smile. “Some are up to this tall,” he said, gesturing to about the height of a toddler.

“How many do you have already?”

“Five.”

“Oh dang, that’s interesting. You got any pictures?” she said.

She’s…actually interested?

He took his phone and showed her pictures of his little collection as they kept walking around the city. He was expecting her to nod and say shallow praises about them—or even just to shun the idea of him collecting what other people would call “little plastic toys”. But she actually asked things like she wanted to know about them more, like where he bought it or which one was his favorite. She would ask him what made them special, and even shared the little knowledge she knew about Bearbricks, the brands she saw who designed them, the last figurine that she saw in some place she traveled to.

He felt like she genuinely cared about what he had to say, no matter how dull or niche, and it made his stomach flutter with excitement. She was someone he could talk to for hours about the geekiest things and she would still engage in the conversation.

Suddenly, he saw some odd sparkle in her dark brown eyes that he couldn’t quite name. And he could notice the small lines at the corners of her eyes whenever she smiled. Her pink nails that had rhinestones in the middle. The way she walked with her chin up and eyes straight ahead, so seemingly sure of herself. Suddenly, she was a little more interesting, like she wasn’t only some random girl he met at a hike and had to meet again at the cafe.

“Do you have plans later this evening?” he blurted out.

That was a pleasant surprise for her—one that she unfortunately couldn’t accept. “Ooh, sorry I’m flying back to Vienna at ten, so I gotta prep my things then be at the airport by eight. Thanks, though.”

He looked at the time. “I see, well it’s half past five. Do you have enough time to get ready?” he asked her with concern.

“It’s 5:30?!” she looked at him wide-eyed. “Why is it so bright?” she asked rhetorically.

“The sun sets probably a little later than you’d expect here,” he replied, dropping his shoulders at how unprepared she seemed for this place, “I could walk you to the station if you’d like—have you booked a train ticket?”

She shook her head.

Oida.

“You better reserve a seat now. Wait, you know what? My place is nearby. You want me to help you out?”

Kate was still reeling from her apparently-distorted sense of time, and now the realization that she should’ve bought a ticket sooner. “Yes please, and thanks,” she huffed. Sure enough, they reached his apartment after a few more minutes of walking.

His home was rather modest, filled with grays, whites, and browns. It wasn’t laden with a lot of decor, only having the basics: the couch, TV, tables, rugs, and the bare-bones of a kitchen, but the orderliness made it look good. They sat on the couch and Dominik told Kate where to book her tickets earlier, plus some added insight on which train lines go where. Afterwards, he got up to head to the fridge, returning with glasses of water for each of them.

“There you go,” he said as he offered a glass to her, “Now you won’t have to worry about standing up on the train ride.”

“I really appreciate this. Thanks again,” she said, taking a sip.

“So if you’re at the Hauptbahnhof at 6:28, you’ll be at the Airport Station by 6:39. Then you’ll probably have enough time to pick your things up at the hotel and get to the airport shortly before eight,” he explained nonchalantly.

“Sounds good,” she lilted, “Though I might need to grab a quick meal along the way.”

He pressed his lips into a tight-lipped smile. “The sandwich shop at the corner, the one we just passed before we got here? Pretty decent.”

Kate only stared at him, barely remembering any sandwich place, and slightly nervous about the fact that she might have to go there alone. “Right, I’ll go find it later,” she said sheepishly.

“I could go with you if you like, then we could walk to the station,” he offered.

She tilted her head at him. “Thanks, Nik. But in like, five minutes, though. My feet are almost done for the day,” she joked.

“Sure,” he replied with a chuckle. He barely realized how much he walked with her around the city, and she still had to fly back.

After they set the glasses aside, they strolled to the sandwich shop and got their food, which they ate while walking to the train station. They chatted about possible new hiking spots where they and Hong-jin could go together, and some noodles that Kate found in Innsbruck the day after that first hike and were apparently her favorite.

“I’m gonna trust in your gauge of your spice tolerance, because I swear you guys gotta try it. If we’re hiking, I’m definitely bringing some,” she said cheerfully.

“I would love that,” he replied. Then the train that Kate was going to board had just zoomed in.

She offered a fist at him. “See you around, maybe?”

He bumped his fist back. “Yeah, hopefully. Have a safe flight.”

“You too—I mean thanks,” she cut herself back with laughter.

Kate stepped onto the train wishing they had more time to hang out. Turns out, he was not just some tall, reserved guy with the pretty blue eyes to her, but also someone who had quite an interesting personality. It was interesting to find a colonel who played PC games and collected Bearbricks, of all things. Also, she would be lying to herself if she said he didn’t remind her of her brother with his behavior at the hike and the cafe, though she couldn’t assume whether Dominik had some mental condition. And while him panicking wasn’t a good thing in the slightest, she found the show of vulnerability oddly refreshing. Maybe I’ve just had it with all the macho energy in the cockpit.

Meanwhile, Dominik watched as Kate stepped onto the train and found her seat. She was long gone when he realized a soft smile still lingered on his face, and that in the sea of poker faces, he might’ve stood out like a giant clown. He wiped his expression, then looked down at his sandwich and took a bite as he turned around to walk back to his apartment.

Maybe I’m not as lazy to clean the house in Himberg anymore.

. . .

A/N: How y'all likin my Arachnid bracelet cameo/HC origin story?

#könig fanfiction #könig #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #cod mw22 #cod modern warfare #call of duty #könig cod #könig modern warfare #könig x oc

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vallyofshimmeringstars · 2 years

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Sense the last story got a lot of attention (and my creative mind) I’m writing a Part 3! Though this is just the calm before the storm, but this is sweet so take it.

Not proof read

Part 1! Part 2 Part 4.5 part 5 part 6

Warning: Mention if Lilith

Under the blanket

“You’re strong mammon..” Lucifer’s voice shook as he held Mammon close. All mammon could do at the time was to hold him close, it’s been a long time sense he held his brother like this, maybe a little too long. “I’m sorry..” repeated mammon. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry..I’m sorry…” his cries grew louder finally getting enough strength to speak once more. “It’s ok Mammon, I’ll always love you. I loved you from the day I took you away from Micheal, every day even today” Mammon voice hitched as he pulled away from the hug as Lucifer grabbed his shoulders softly. His voice became more gentle as he pushed the other boys hair to the side then giving him a kiss on the head. “I’m sorry to mammon, I love you, remember that” Mammons blue eyes glowed his tears or maybe the moon light. He looked down. “Don’t leave yet..” Mammon softly said like a little child clinging on during a scary thunder storm, after all Mammon was still a little kid to Lucifer, who still needed protecting, someone to look up to, mammon admired Lucifer and Lucifer, couldn’t let him go just yet, not like this.

Lucifer stoke the side of mammons face. “I’m not leaving anytime soon” He then got up as he walked to the window opening the curtain, this time mammons whole face glowed, his eyes matching with stars as they both shimmered under the moon light. Lucifer walked to him once more and held out his hand, mammon stuck out his hand gently grabbing it as Lucifer pulled him up. “Mammon, remember that story I told you and your brothers?” Mammon shook his head “you told us many..especially in the celestial realm..” Lucifer smiled as he walked him to the window pointing to a particular moon. “The one I said about the moon” the story clicked in mammons mind, he Can’t believe he forgot about that story. Lucifer smiled at his realization. “The moon and the stars” The moon and the stars was a tall tale throughout the celestial realm. Personally one if mammons favorites, not because it mention money, or love or anything you can imagine. He loved it because he was the star once, like the rest of his brothers but his particular star shined the greatest in his eyes it could it it’s own moon someday. So when mammon looked out the window there it was. The star he loved. Right next to it was 6 other stars that shined in their own way. Both mammon and Lucifer stared at the stars. “I remember Lilith’s star, hers was the prettiest one, maybe even more beautiful then Asmodeus” Mammon chuckled, Lucifer smiled as he remembered also. “Her star is still there Mammon, you have to look close” So that’s what mammon did he looked close. All he could see were the 7 brightest stars. “I can’t see it” mammon mumbled “look closer” After a second mammons eyes lit up. Lilith star wasn’t a star but in fact the moon itself.

“What are you trying to say Lucifer” mammon turned his head to Lucifer. Lucifer looked at him as he placed his hand on his head. “No matter how far apart we are, whenever one or all of us dies, the stars of the heavens will always bring us close, regardless of our sins and regardless of our past nothing can split any of us apart, do you understand the moral of the story now?” All mammon could do was look Lucifer’s in the eyes, he slowly held his own hand and looked back out the window. “I guess, I do understand now” It seemed like hours when Lucifer left mammons room as he softly closed the door behind him just at that time Levi was walking by. “What are you still doing up?” Lucifer asked, his tone slightly stern making Levi stop in his tracks “oh! Uh- I got a notification saying that a package- for me was here” Lucifer raised a eyebrow “what type of package exactly.” The stern in his voice grew louder basically jump out of his shoes. “It’s a figure! It finally was in stock so I bough it!” Levi hid his face behind a manga. Lucifer looked at the manga with a title in blood red writing, something was off about the Manga, it wasn’t a ruri-Chan manga and it wasn’t anything he saw. Maybe Levi just gotten into a new anime…finally. “Once you get the package go to bed—” he was immediately cut off by Belphie who walked out of his room yawning. “Belphie!? Why are you up?” Lucifer was amazed as Belphie looked up at Lucifer and rubbed his eyes. “Couldn’t sleep..and Levi was nagging me about the new package he got” Belphie yawned once more. Now Lucifer was really curious. “What figurine is it from?” Lucifer looked at Levi. Levi looked at mammons door then back at him and shook his head. “It’s nothing! I promise!” Levi rushed passed Lucifer as he grabbed Belphie shirt dragging him with him. Lucifer looked back at them and smiles softly as he headed the opposite direction to his room.

Early next morning Mammon got up from his bed as he gently touched his face. He took a deep breath as he closed the curtain the light being in his eyes and he walked to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth then comb his hair. Seeing himself like this through the mirror didn’t give him a sad feeling, nor was it a happy feeling. More like he was he. Mammon didn’t rush his morning routine as he got dressed in his usual RAD uniform. He went to the door and grabbed the knob when he opened his D.D.D. No recent messages, good. He opened the door to see multiple things infront of him. All of them were wrapped up in either the original packaging or some left over wrapping paper from god knows how long ago. He picked up each package as he went to his bed and put them on there. He was debating whenever to open them now or later in the day. I mean if someone didn’t want him to open it now then why give it to him this early? So Mammon made his decision and sat on the bed. There was a total of 7 gifts each of them marked from who it was. He grabbed the biggest one which was from Levi. As he gently opened the plastic packaging he pulled out a small model of his Demonio 666 Lexura. He stared at the model as it almost looked exactly like the car he has now. He placed it to the side, then he grabbed the packaging from Satan. This one was nicely wrapped, perfectly wrapped actually so mammon tried his best to not ruin the paper. He pulled out a Small book and pen. Confused he flipped to the first page multiple rows of personal info you write down. Was this a diary? As much as mammon wanted to be mad he put it to the side, the back of it having a positive note to it. He picked up Asmodeus package which was also perfectly wrapped but the paper was covered in kiss marks. Mammon quickly unwrapped it as he held a small cologne his favorite smell. It was a expensive brand so he was only able to buy it once. Then came Beel and Belphie packages, they were taped together so he pulled the take off then open Beel. He was surprised to see it wasn’t food, not even food related it was a small plush of a cat, and when he opened Belphie it was accessories for the cat. One being a witch hat and a cape, another being a night hat and some slippers. Mammon placed the cat on the side of his pillow. Second to last was Lucifer’s. He was a little scared to open it but he did anyway. He held a gift card to his favorite shopping center with over a thousand Grimm on it. His heart fluttered as he held it close. Even though it was a gift card it still meant a lot to him. Mammon finally got to the last gift. This one, was small and it seemed to be a very protected gift with the writing of everyone’s name on it, so gently opened it. There he held a empty picture frame. Confused he looked in the packaging paper to pull out two things. One of them was All of his brothers on the back, it even more positive notes from everyone. The other being a small yellow folded up paper. He opened it as it read.

Dear Mammon,

Though the stars don’t shine down here as bright. Your still the brightest brightest brother. Your cocky attitude can be so annoying but you’re the reason why it makes us all laugh when we walk away. Your dumb car we sometimes take on the perfectest of nights when the air is warm and the music is loud and sometimes the perfect night we’re we only focus on the road. Each time was a beautiful time. And speaking of beautiful times let’s mention your grades. Even though there not the best we all have saw you work hard for it and even though none of us can say it to you in person. We are proud of you, we are proud of the demon you’ve become. How you grew in all of our hearts. We never hope to not see you again, even in the future. “You make tests easier for me” - Levi. You will always be in our hearts. So we hope that all of these things make your day a little more easier and happier. Maybe one day we can all hangout once more, eat all the food we want, the places we can travel, and all the memories we can make. It won’t ever be the same without you, so please let’s have one more memory together, it being this note. We love you Mammon - Everyone.

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froggiesometh1ng · 1 year

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A Loving Soul || South Park x F!Reader

3. Come over! (Pt 1)

My phone had a lot of notifications from Nicole, most of them were about Oreo, but before those, she hoped that I got home safe. I responded with, 'You can come over to play with Oreo if you'd like', I put my phone down and saw that he was still sleeping on his little bed. I got up and left my room door open. As soon as I was in the kitchen I saw him behind me, "Good Morning Oreo! I'll go get you some food okay?" I said, I went to my room to get the bowls he ate out of. I started pouring the food into a bowl, I grabbed my phone, Oreo seemed to follow me almost everywhere. "Oreo, go on, eat," I said, he then went to his bowl and ate from it. I took my phone out. Nicole was asking what my address was, I told her my address she texted me back right after with 'I'll be there in ten minutes', I chuckled, then put my phone down to eat before she came.Someone knocked, I got up to put my dishes away, then went to the door, "Hey Nicole! Come in" I said with a smile. She smiled back "I brought Token with me, I hope that's okay," I nodded, "That's fine, I don't mind, I'm just going to go and change quickly" I ran up the stairs, Oreo followed me to my room.

I changed then went back downstairs to see the boys from yesterday, 'She said that she invited Token, not his friends too..', Nicole looked at you and mouthed 'Sorry, I didn't know they were going to come', I sighed then went to go and check on Oreo, who was next to me, "Oh, hey Oreo, did you finish eating?" I looked at his bowl, "Hey [Name]! Thanks for inviting us", Clyde said, "Yeah.." I looked off to the side, "You didn't invite us?", "Oh, uh, yeah, I did, thanks for coming?" I chuckled nervously, in reality, I only invited Nicole and Token. I let Oreo play with Nicole. "Here, you can play with him if you want" I gave her Oreo, "He's soft!" She said she started stroking an area on his head, which led him to sleep, when he was asleep I took him to my room and let him go to sleep, I walked back downstairs when I was basically questioned. "Where are your parents?" Clyde questioned, I stop in my tracks, "My Mom is put working", he lifted an eyebrow, "And your D-" Craig cover his mouth, so he doesn't ask any further questions.

I sat at the table Nicole followed me, "If you don't mind me asking, what does your mom do?", I looked up at Nicole, "She never tells me, but she leaves me alone, the longest time she's left me was two weeks," Nicole sat next to me, "Is that why you got a bunny? To keep you company?", I nodded.Nicole looked off to the side to think of something to ask you, then Craig came over with Oreo, "He woke up" he said then walked away. 'awkward', I picked Oreo up. "Now I want a bunny, he's so cute!", you chuckled, "You can come over anytime, I don't mind," she smiled warmly.

—Craig's P.O.V—

I looked over to [Name] and Nicole, they were having a good time, "Earth to Craig" Token waved his hand in front of my eyes, "What do you want" I looked at him, "Shouldn't you be at work?", "No, I only work Monday through Friday. So I don't have work today, tomorrow I do though," I said then looking back over to the girls, I wasn't really looking at them, I was looking at Oreo. "Do you guys want something to eat?" the (h/c) haired girl asked, "What are you going to make?" Clyde asked. "Jambalaya!", "W-w-whats that?" Jimmy questioned.

—[Name] P.O.V—

I turn on the stove, "You've never eaten Jambalaya?", they all shook their heads, "You're in for a treat, please sit at the table whilst I make it", I got a pot and the rest of the ingredients for Jambalaya.

Time Skip

When I gave them all a bowl of jambalaya, I went to go and feed Oreo. I walked back to the table, "So, how is it?" I waited eagerly for their approval, they weren't sure if they liked it, "It's fine, you guys can tell me the truth, it's probably not as good because my mother usually makes it, it tastes better than this" you chuckled nervously. "In all honesty, we haven't even tried this yet," Craig said, then looked over to me. Clyde was the first to try it, "It.. tastes a bit smoky," he stated. "Thank you for your honesty!" I exclaimed. The rest followed after Clyde, to some it tasted smoky, and to the rest, they didn't like Jambalaya. After that, Oreo was done eating, I picked him up and put him on the table.

#clyde donovan #jimmy valmer #token black #nicole daniels #south park #f!reader #various x reader #reverse harem #craig tucker

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