#but now that I’m looking at it written out

[g0dlyunsub]

stitch me.

you were assigned to negotiate with an unsub keeping a group of females hostage, or so you thought. turns out he has a partner and he’s determined to destroy you, all in front of spencer.

pairing :: spencer x fem!reader

warnings :: lots of physical violence, blood, mentions of murder, knife threats, biting, general criminal minds themes.

word count :: 1.8k

author’s note :: so… this is my first post, like ever. sorry if it’s poorly written, but i’m all for slightly (?) protective reid and just wanted to write about him :3 accompanying song :: savior by novulent

you knew something was more than just off the moment you were violently thrown into the room. the hostages were huddled near the left corner of the room, their eyes locked onto you as their shoulders shook in panic.

but the hostages were all supposed to be women. brunettes. young women in their twenties. so why was there a young man among them? there was no mention of a young man reported missing in the case files or when garcia had compiled the final list of hostages, so who was he?

must’ve been a gap in the reports, you shook your head and tried to get up, but your left cheek met the cold concrete ground once again.

“don’t move, sweetheart.” his knife was positioned at the nape of your throat, and you felt your breaths become more jagged, more erratic.

“listen, i swear i’ll make it up to you i never-“ your breath gets caught in your throat when the blade presses ever so slightly into your skin.

“shut your pretty little mouth. i know who you are, an undercover cop. if you think you’re so smart coming in here without your wire and gun, you should be prepared for the consequences.” he spits the words with a nasty drawl.

you barely have any time to respond as he lifts you up by the back of your shirt and drags you to an adjacent room. he grabs a fistful of your hair and throws you to the ground forcefully.

“all the other girls in there, they’re nothing compared to you. i’ll take my time with you, sweetheart”. he approaches you while cracking his knuckles and waving his knife around menacingly.

“who’s the boy?” your voice comes out with a slight quiver, but you’re determined not to sound scared. the man lets out a bellowing laugh in response, examining his knife in one hand.

“that’s my buddy jack. you cops surely would have done your research, right?” his hand is now gloved around your throat, and you struggle to loosen his grip with your arms.

this killer had a partner sitting right between the hostages and you and your team had completely missed the signs.

but the adrenaline must have kicked in at the right timing, since you manage to knock your head back into his face and quickly swivel to deliver a kick into his shins and bring him to his knees before he has any time to react with his knife. then you strike him unconscious with a swift elbow to his temple.

you barely have any time to recover, however, when a blow hits the back of your head and your world comes spinning down. before your eyelids slowly close, you manage to steal a glance at the perpetrator — the male hostage had knocked you with a bat and was now trying to shake his unconscious partner awake.

when you open your eyes, you can’t move. your arms are tied behind your back, and your legs are tightly trapped behind the legs of the chair with knots of rope. you were in the main room now with all of the other hostages, and the former hostage was on the ground, still trying to shake his partner awake.

“look what you’ve done, you stupid brat. i swear if you’ve killed him i'm going to SLIT YOUR THR-“ the crescendo of his voice halts with the abrupt ring of the telephone hanging on the wall. he huffs and makes his way to the phone, never losing his eye contact with you. you try to wrestle against the ropes, but your efforts are useless and your energy is at an all time low.

it was your team on the other end. they must have figured out that it was a team of two and not just one.

“your stupid cop knocked samuel cold and split his skin open. send me a medic and maybe i won’t kill all of them here”. jack’s tone is agitated, threatening, and also lost. now that his commander wasn’t in charge, he didn’t know what to do with the hostages, let alone you.

you can barely decipher hotch’s words as they filter through the noise of the phone. “release the women, and i’ll send you all the medical attention you need. we’ll make sure samuel gets the stitches.” his voice is level and controlled. you’ve always trusted hotch and you’ve always trusted your team, but you couldn’t help but let a sliver of anxiousness cloud your thoughts.

and oh god, spencer. how would he cope when you were gone? how would he react at the sight of your cold body, drowned in the blood of the other hostages? tears filled your eyes and you made a poor attempt to swallow them back.

just as you think of your boyfriend, you hear his name through the phone.

“we're going to send in doctor spencer reid to have a look at samuel, alright jack? i want you to let the women go first. the sooner you do this, the sooner samuel gets his help”.

no. no, no, no. NO.

you squirm in your seat, trying to divert jack’s attention.

“wait-“ you try to shout, before jack cuts you off: “SHUT UP! this is all your fault!” he rolls his eyes before he turns around. jack’s knuckles had turned white, maintaining a deathly grip on the telephone.

“fine. but the cop stays with me.” he slams the phone before he rushes back to check on samuel.

the women are released one by one, each frantically making their way out, and you can hear cops outside ushering them and retreating.

it’s only a few minutes later when you hear the familiar sounds of the leather shoes make their way inside of the room. it’s spencer, and he has no wire, no gun, no vest. he’s carrying a medical first aid kit and making his way toward samuel, but not before taking a glance at you.

your world collapses, right there and then. he’s made the same mistake you had by entering without his gun and vest, and you had to give him a signal somehow. if luck was on your side, spencer would make it out alive. but you? your chances are slim.

“hurry up and stitch him up. don’t fuckin look at the other cop.” jack points his knife at spencer, and you let out a hitched yelp. please don’t hurt him. hurt me instead.

spencer gets down to work quickly, examining and tending to the wounds on samuel’s face, and he doesn’t look up in your direction once. jack’s watching him the entire time, tapping his left foot in impatience.

“there. he’s all good, samuel just needs some time to recov-“ spencer raises his arms and turns his back against you, and faces jack as he speaks.

“shut- sit on that chair”. jack motions at spencer to sit down on the chair across from you. you shake your head fervently, yelling constant streams of don’t to him. but he obliges.

“put your arms behind your back,” jack orders, and spencer obliges. you make a desperate attempt and kick at jack to try and distract him. but jack only slaps you in the face with his backhand before aiming the knife at spencer. your boyfriend flinches, and his friendly facade is now masked with a deathly glare.

“don’t move.” jack grabs duct tape and moves swiftly to bind spencer’s hands together behind the chair. you hang your head down. it’s over.

“listen, let spence- let him go. it’s just between you and me, your partner said you only need me”. you shakingly drew in a deep breath as you spoke.

jack chuckles before he makes a step toward you. the next thing you know, he’s grabbed you by the hair and he’s delivering punches left and right, hurling screams of expletives and slurs. he’s lost it. and you were going to die.

he positions the knife at your chest, and you know he'll do it. you know he will drive that blade straight to your skin. straight to your heart.

“STOP. STOP! PLEASE!” you hear spencer rocking his chair forwards, and jack finally stops. you can’t breathe with all the blood pooling in your mouth, and you let the excess drawl out of your lips to land on the floor.

“jack, listen to me, please.” spencer looks at you with pleading eyes, silently signaling you to not move. to not agitate jack further.

“no. samuel said he was gonna kill her and i have to finish what he started for him”. jack leans forward and pulls the collar of your shirt outwards, and bites down on your neck. you let out a painful scream, tears running down your face just as more blood leaves the corner of your lips. spencer thrashes in his chair, trying to shift jack’s attention.

“but i stitched him up. samuel will live. let her go. you can take it out on me.” spencer’s voice is desperate, but there’s a tone of controlled execution, because his voice isn’t quivering like before.

at that instant, doors fling open and less than a millisecond later, jack drops to the ground, his knife toppling down to the floor soon after. the team of cops, along with hotch and rossi, make their way toward you and spencer, untying the knots.

between the yells of “we need a medic” and comforting words of “you’re going to be okay” being uttered left and right, you hear spencer’s voice. it’s seemingly amplified for some reason, and you can’t help but smile. your boyfriend rushes towards you, sweeping your hair and cradling you back and forth in his arms.

“you’re so brave, you’re so brave y/n.” his voice comes out stifled and hoarse, and you feel him grip your hand even tighter.

“i’m so sorry i let you go in there alone. i’m so sorry i let him do that to you, torture you and almost-“ his head buried into the crook of your neck, and he lightly kisses you right above the dried cut where jack had attacked you.

you turn your head ever so slightly to get a better look at spencer. tears coat his eyelashes and his mouth shakes as he talks. a soft groan rolls out from the back of your throat, and you snuggle deeper into spencer’s hold.

“keep… talking. i want… to hear… you.” you manage to let out, and spencer’s eyes widen.

“of course. i can do that. i’ll keep talking to you, y/n. focus on my voice, can you do that?” he asks with a slight squeeze to your palm. you give a slow nod in return.

that’s all he needs, because when the medics transfer you into the ambulance, he’s sitting right beside you, not letting go of your hand, and whispering nothing but bittersweet apologies.

his voice is the only stitch you need.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #bau!reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #mgg x reader #dr spencer reid

[drs-fan]

LN4 | don't leave me

some pinterest pictures and the middle is jamie chadwick

summary: they were childhood friends. at some point, the relationship takes a toll - because of racing? or because there was something more?

warnings: angst, some fluff maybe, written in 3rd person but name not mentioned, not much of it is proofread

word count: 2.6k

She had been 4 years old when she had first gotten in a kart – which was his. Her father had worked for Lando’s father, and even though they were at different ends of the tax bracket, became close friends.

At the time, she didn’t know that they would become best friends – or more – but she knew she didn’t want to get out of the go-kart. Her father worked overtime to get her first kart that same Christmas. At 10, they were competing for regional karting championships together. This was the first-time karting got between them. Lando had pushed her too far off the track. He watched as she almost flew out of the kart in front of him. He unbuckled himself quickly, calling out her name. “Hey – are you okay?”

She shook her head, trying to get rid of the ringing. “You! Why did you push me off the track?”

He shrugged. “You do what you need to do to win.”

She stood up, red faced, and shoved him – hard. “You did not need to do that to win – you did that to stop me from winning! I can’t believe you!”

“Hey, I was faster, and I was going to win – you swerved into me.”

She snorted angrily, “No, I was 100% faster than you, and you just didn’t want me to get ahead.”

He rolled his eyes. “You were not going to win.”

“I was too.”

“Was not.”

“I was!”

“Was not!” Her father came over to check on both and put a stop to their shouting match.

“Okay guys let’s get back home. It was an accident, it was no one’s fault, okay?”

She glared at Lando, who glared back. “I’m not getting in a car with him. He crashed into me!” with that, she spun round and walked to the car.

“I’m not talking to you.” Lando shouted after her. She made a rude gesture over her shoulder – which would definitely get her in trouble later, “I’m not either!”

Her father had told her on the way home, as she continued to frown out the window, picking at her nail beds until they bled. “You two have to make up to each other. You know it wasn’t on purpose, and he probably feels bad about it now – don’t make racing your whole life. Don’t lose your friends because of a bad result.”

His words were met with silence, because she knew they were right – but also because she didn’t want to admit it.

“Stop doing that please, you’re going to hurt yourself. Also, we need to talk about that hand thing – where did you learn that from?”

She smiles slightly but continues to pick at her nails. “Lando.”

A few days went by with no contact from either end. Usually, they would meet up during the week to go to the park, or just to gossip. Life was boring without talking to him. She wanted him back in her life, but she was too stubborn to say so. Luckily, it was Lando who had come by first with two Capri-Suns and a sheepish look on his face. They sat in for a while before Lando was the first to say, “I’m sorry.”

She nudges him with her shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m sorry.”

“Promise we’ll never be this upset over a race again? It’s boring not talking to you.”

“I know, I’m your best friend.”

He rolls his eyes at this but laughs, “I guess, yeah.”

“It was pretty boring without you too.”

“I can tell, look at your hands – they look horrible.” He makes a face which makes her look down at her hands, where she had torn up the skin around her fingers, anxious at the upcoming race and at the prospect of losing her best friend.

“It’s not that bad.”

“It is. Please do something about it.”

“Okay, then I also promise to stop biting my nails – if you promise to buy me capri-suns every race weekend.”

“Pinky promise?”

They linked their fingers, grinning at each other. Even though it was Lando who came out first that weekend, she had no problem with it. She knew they were okay now – and because she knew that she would get him the next round. Which she did.

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By the time they went off to middle school, she and Lando were tussling over 1st place every weekend. They would travel together to get to the races and go karting together on the weekends. Even when her father had moved to a different job, they remained close family friends. After each race, they would share Capri-Suns together, laughing about their heated moments on track. Sure, there was still competition between them – they were the two best drivers on track; but after that first crash, they didn’t let it meddle with their friendship.

“That overtake on James was crazy – that shit was risky.”

“Risky good? Risky bad?”

“Obviously risky good.”

When she needed new tires for her kart but felt bad for asking her father for a new set, he would lend her his spare ones.

“I can’t take them, Lan, they’re expensive.”

“I promise, I don’t need them. They don’t fit on my new kart anymore, please just take it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m sure. I’ve been telling you I’m sure for 10 minutes now.” “Thank you,” she hugged him tightly, “I’ll pay you back when I get my allowance.”

“Don’t – just get your own drinks from now on.”

But even after that, he would still bring her two juice packets. 

It was around this time she became aware of her financial situation. She became aware of her father’s multiple jobs, his tight smile, and his hidden sighs. She became aware of her mother’s worry lines, her teary eyes, her shaking hands. She knew they were short on money – that they probably could never afford going further than this. It pained her whenever she needed new tires. Crashing out of a race hurt her mentally more than physically because she knew it may be the last time doing so. Lando had never had problems financing his driving career. He was moving on to world championships, with the best karts and best teams they could find, while she spent hours writing emails and letters every day, reaching out to sponsors and teams, praying that they would notice her.

Stressing about money was not something Lando was familiar with. He offered to pay for her expenses multiple times, but she always declined. She took to taking part-time jobs, leaving her with little time between school, homework, her job, and her karting.

“You don’t hang out with me anymore.” He groaned when she declined his invitation for a movie night – again. “This is the third time this month. I want my friend back.”

She smiled tightly, feeling bad. “I’m sorry, I miss you too. Life sucks.”

He grabs her hand, spinning her around. “Let’s make it not suck, let’s have a movie night.”

“No Lan, I have an essay due Friday, but have work tomorrow so I need to do this tonight. Stop making those puppy eyes! I’m not looking!”

He pouts, “Please?”

She tries to hold a straight face but gives in. “Alright. But I get to choose.”

“Yes!” He picks her up over his shoulder and she squeals. “Let me down! Lando!” They fall into a pile on the ground as she starts to chase after him. She could be just a girl around Lando. No need to worry about money, work, school, or anything. He was her safe space. She was his.

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At 16, when she knew that it would be the last ever season competing in karts, Red Bull reached out to sponsor her. Red Bull junior team was notorious for being a tough, competitive program, where they were expected to perform week in, week out. But she had no choice but to accept. They were willing to pay for all karting and racing expenses, and she might get a seat in F1. It was a small price to pay.

The following years were harrowing. Moving up from F4 and through Formula Regional, she didn’t get to see Lando much. He had gone through the same steps a year before. They still texted and wrote often; falling asleep on the phone had become a new normal for them. She would tell him about her season, how her car felt, and he would give her advice before telling her about his life in F3 or F2.

More sponsorships followed her ascent through the feeder series. The first female winner, the first female champion. However, most attention directed towards her didn’t shine her in a good light. They discredited her performance, how her presence in the team was only for show and that she didn’t deserve her seat. That there was no room for women in motorsport. She knew that they were wrong, but it felt so unfair. It was unfair that she had to be drug tested every two races because the FIA ‘randomly’ chose her name every time, and it was unfair that she had to have a clause in her contract to ban her dating because ‘being promiscuous’ was not going to help the team. It was unfair she was the one constantly performing but that her seat was the one in danger of losing. She had called Lando, angry tears in her eyes, after the team had told her to break up with her then boyfriend, Dave, because she had to focus on her racing.

“This isn’t fair – I do everything for the team – I’m the best driver – Why do I have to be punished for having a personal life?”

“I know. It’s not fair.”

“You have a girlfriend, why can’t I have one?”

“I – What? I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“You do! The blond pretty girl.”

“She’s the boss’s daughter. I’m not dating her.” He laughs, as if the notion of him dating someone else was hilarious.

“She sure as hell seems interested then.”

“I’m not interested, so that doesn’t matter.”

“Why not? She’s pretty and she seems nice.”

“Well, I’m not into her.”

“Why not?”

“Because I like – Because I’m not interested. And we’re not talking about my dating life, we’re talking about yours.”

“Oh, so you like someone?”

“I’m not talking.”

She remained silent, surprised at how relieved she felt that Lando wasn’t dating anyone, pondering who it might be that had caught Lando’s eye.

“Hey, Are you still there?”

“Yeah. Sorry. Thanks. I – I think someone’s calling for me. I’ll call you back though.”

She hung up before Lando could reply, heart thudding in her chest. Dave – she had to be upset that she was breaking up with her boyfriend – right? But somehow, her thumping heart didn’t seem to be that upset about Dave at all.

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She pushed her emotions away. Whoever it was that her heart was beating for, it didn’t matter because she couldn’t date anyway; what’s the point?

Through F4 and Formula Regional, she dominated the other boys who had first seen her as a pushover, winning back-to-back championships. As years went by in the Red Bull Driver Development Program, she saw new faces every season and parted with so many of her old friends, being kicked out of the program for ‘under-delivering.’ It was a stressful environment, but she thrived under pressure. She had Lando, Lando had her. They pushed each other to be better, all while being each other’s biggest supporters.

They met again in F3, Lando in his championship winning year. They shared the podium often, and more attention was drawn to the two young and talented drivers who seemed to be more than just friends. They were quick to assure their teams, their fellow drivers, and the media that they were no more than that. A part of her didn’t want to be so decisive about where their relationship might lead, but there was no way she could tell everyone about her confused feelings towards her best friend. Unbeknownst to her, a part of him felt the same. But these feelings would have to wait. To wait, until they both had their futures secured in.

The day Lando cinched the F3 Championship title and announced he would be driving in F2 with Carin next year, he stood on the top step and looked down into her face, shining with pride and clapping the loudest of them all.

They celebrated with two capri-suns, splayed together on his hotel room couch, with her legs crossed comfortably in his lap.

Lando hands her drink over with the straw. “When you win next year, I’ll get you something better than Capri-Suns.”

“Why? I like them.”

“You deserve better than Capri-Suns though.”

“Nah, I like this. It’s our thing, you know?”

“Cheers to that.” Chuckling, they raise their drinks to a toast before taking a sip.

Lando sighs as he lays back, absently drawing circles on her knees. “What do you think comes next?”

“Next what?”

“Formula 2, then what?”

“Formula 1, of course.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m good enough to be… One of them, you know?”

“Dude. You just won the F3 European Championship. I’m sure if there’s someone who’s good enough for this, it’s you. You’re too hard on yourself.” She shakes her Capri-Sun at him. “Stop doubting yourself! I can see it in your face. You’ll be amazing.”

He laughs. “Stop spraying me with orange juice!” She persists, making them both laugh harder. “If you get to F1, which team do you want to drive for?”

“I mean – Red Bull, obviously.” She points to the team logo on her jersey grinning wide, “I’ll be the second Sebastian Vettel. You?”

“McLaren.”

“Fair. You’ll get in, I’m sure.”

“Same to you. What do you think life will be like when you’re in F1?”

“Rich – definitely. Um… Lots more stress, more pressure, but lots of fun I guess. Definitely more dating opportunities there.” She wiggles her eyebrows over at him. “You’ll have some good fun, yeah? Not too much I hope.”

He rolls his eyes. “I told you, I’m really not interested.”

She sits up straighter. “Come on – don’t tell me you’ve never dated anyone.”

“I haven’t. You’ve known me my entire life, I’m sure if I’d had a girlfriend, you would know. My mom would have told you.”

She laughs. “That’s true. But I’m sure there are lots of girls waiting in line, if you’ll take a chance on them.”

He shrugs, “Maybe.”

“What’s your type?”

“What type?”

“You know, girls you like? Blonde? Short? Tall? Skinny? Cute?”

“Why? Are you trying to set me up?”

“If you want, sure.”

His grey eyes look straight into hers as he says, “Fine. My type? Great driver, athletic, nice smile, loud laugh, stubborn and competitive as hell. She likes Capri-Suns. Call me if you find her, will you?”

She doesn’t look away, even when she could hear her heart beating in her ears. In a whisper barely loud enough to hear, she says, “I – will.”

Her eyes flickers to his lips and back. She could tell that he noticed, by the way he licked his lips and a blush started to creep up his neck. She could still feel his fingers tracing her knees. She shivers involuntarily, but not because of the cold.

“You’re shaking.”

“I know.”

The silence stretches, until a knock is heard on the door, and making them jump apart. His mother’s voice carries through the room. “Lando? Your sister came in on the first flight here! Come say hi.”

With a last look, he goes to open the door.

a/n:

clearing out some stuff I had written down, so here's another one for Lando's first win :)

hope u enjoy if u do pls tell me (i am desperate for validation) also pt2?

#f1 fic #LN4 x reader #Lando Norris x reader #Lando fic #LN4 fluff #LN4 angst #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #lando x reader #f1 x reader

[hana-no-seiiki]

ALL YOURS.

tw/cw: yandere (more on the soft side tbh, barely appears), mentions of slavery. Power dynamics are whack. AFAB! Reader but GN! Pronouns. Some Aventio sprinkled in there.

HAPPY AVENTURINE DAY!!! ( thank you @rninies / @teabutmakeitazure / @harmonysanreads for informing me cause I wouldn’t have known otherwise)

“Who is this?” His eyes ran through the sight of your body, a nice and controlled pace yet swift nonetheless. You looked like a dead leaf if he was to be completely honest. Covered in soot, malnourished, fragile. Like you’d disappear with the slightest breeze. Then, his eyes paused, a mark — a branding on the right side of your neck.

But still, he was confused. What was the point of showing yet another slave to him? Was it a thinly concealed, sadistic way of reminding him that he was still shackled? That his freedom was nothing more than a mirage? An illusion?

His benefactor — owner — slowly lifted the veil that covered your face. Beautiful. He’d seen many faces by now, his own among others. But strangely yours reminded him of his past. A wave of euphoric nostalgia almost overwhelmed him.

“Open your eyes, little one.” Jade said with a wicked smile on her face. “I told you I had quite the gift. I was actually hoping to keep them as a . . . collectible. But then I found quite an interesting fact.”

You looked at him with eyes far too similar to his own. Cold, dead, empty. He could think of many other terms to use for yours. One of them including home.

“It seems that the Avgin’s blood will not be running dry all too soon. They’re all yours.”

“Quit staring at them like that.” Veritas tapped on his book. His face morphing from disturbed to mild annoyance every few seconds.

“Like what?”

“Like they’re an oasis deep within the desert. And you, a man starved for eons, waiting to drink them up until they’ve ran dry. Stop it. It’s disgusting.” Dr. Ratio gestured at you. You were practically a walking ‘owned by Aventurine’ signal at this point. From head to toe, covered in expensive objects. It was a statement to say the least, a warning to those that looked closer.

“You exaggerate. I am simply . . . deliberating.”

“Is it really this one?”

“Hm?”

“This reality.” Dr. Ratio placed the corner of his book on the blond’s forehead, “The reality where someone like you actually had the mental capacity to deliberate.”

“Oh don’t be too mean at this hour, Doctor.”

“Or what? You’d force me to find and get you from whatever hole you got yourself drunk in? Unfortunately that is something you’ve already burdened me with far too long ago.”

“I can take care of Mr. Aventurine, Doctor.” You appeared from behind the two. Your signature monotonous voice in tow.

Plaster immediately covered the man in question’s head. “Did anyone teach you manners? You don’t just silently approach someone—“

“I’m sorry.” You replied. Your face empty as a canvas an artist was yet to touch. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

For once, Kakavasha took his time, let his eyes wander and behold your form. One feature at a time.

“All mine.”

a/n: this was rushed and written in one sitting, but i wanted to release something at least for our boi ! will be back to hsr fics once penacony’s entire story/lore is out. i miss aeon of dreams! reader so much…

#aventurine #aventurine x reader #yandere aventurine #yandere aventurine x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere core #yandere scenario

[undercoverpena]

midnight bedsheets

joel miller x f!reader | joel masterlist

summary: you and joel find some bedsheets.

wordcount: 1.2k warnings: fluff/little smutty - allusions to smut. mostly fluff those guys. i needed this. post outbreak. joel is smitten. soft!joel because he's my fave. AN: written on my phone so, mind the errors.

When the two of you had split up, Joel had a feeling that you wouldn’t look for one goddamn thing he’d asked you to.

He’d seen it.

That glimmer of fucking mischief shimmering in your eyes, tracing your lips with the tip of your tongue, hand on your hip, I’ll be sure to keep my pretty eyes open, Miller.

He doubted you would. But he wouldn’t, and couldn’t, doubt your eyes were pretty.

They had burned themselves into him by now. To the point he knows the exact shades that make them up; all well known to him, able to pick them out from a lineup, if he so needed to.

Having seen them in all manner of ways—looking up at him, next to him, underneath him. Seen them when the sun shined, when the snow fell; when the rain fell and the thunder clapped.

Kicking his foot against something picked over, he listens for your boots, for you turning over your side of the store. Clicking his tongue, shaking his head, heading your way, knowing, before he finds you, that you’ve located something they weren’t looking for.

Sometimes, he doesn’t like knowing you so well. Finding you on your hands and knees, ass in the air—hips wiggling as you stretch yourself, reaching and reaching, shirt having risen and exposing more of your skin to him. Tempting him, like the fucking temptress you are—

“Y’need any help there?”

He shouldn’t think what a sight it is, but he does.

Flicking his thumb against his finger, fighting himself about getting down onto his knees behind you and reminding you of how good he can make you feel.

Memories of you like this, his knees on the outside of yours, the feel of you enveloping him as he slid his cock into your—

“No, I’m good.”

“You sure—”

Whatever you’d been grasping for, must have come loose. Because you shoot up, resting back on your knees—head looking over your shoulder, a smirk on your face.

And not just any smirk. That smirk. The one that makes him hot under the collar of his jacket and makes blood rush to his cock.

It’s the one you sent him when out in the river washing two days ago, when you flung your soaked shirt at him—the slap sounding out in the quiet of the world. Should come warm me up, Miller. A thing he repeated in a grumble under his breath when he removed his boots, layers and trudged out to pull your wet, clean skin against him.

Now, though, he watches in real-time as the smirk shifts into something softer when you stand—when the thing in your hand comes into view. Wrapped in crinkling plastic packaging, the fabric inside folded intricately as he catches the words: Deluxe and Bedsheets.

He watches as you smear your fingers over the front, removing the thick dust, it clagging and clinging to your skin as you try to peer through the muck at what you’d found.

“What y’found?”

“Bedsheets,” you reply, not looking up—voice distant, soft, almost too soft for you.

His weight shifts as he swallows. Already imagining what you’re thinking. Remembering summer breezes in backyards, big sheets billowing, drying off as laughter plays. Hell, he can hear it himself—practically could lose himself to the memory if he tries hard enough.

“We’ve not got room for it.”

Looking up, your eyes narrow—a little bit of fury in your eyes as you roll your jaw. “But, we’ll make room. Right?”

Right. He thinks.

“Joel?”

“Fine.”

He’s not sure when he’s stopped being able to say no to you.

It’s days until the two of you are back in the familiar peeling walls.

The scent is both dire and familiar all at once as he helps you remove the bag from your shoulder, it thudding on loose floorboards as he begins to remove his.

He waits. Waiting for the moment you ask for it, the thing he’s somehow folded and squeezed into his pack. The thing which sat at the base, stared at him when he dug in for his bottle or foil-wrapped food.

You last thirty seconds.

He’d been counting. Grumbling for water as he tells you he’ll grab it, hands finding the plastic with ease—briefly, allowing himself to grasp at it, feel that familiar texture that reminds him of normalcy and shopping.

“You gonna help me?”

Shaking his head, Joel grabs the glass you’ve poured for him. Taking a sip. Letting you stew.

“Think of it like this, the quicker you help me make the bed, the quicker you can make these sheets yours.”

Chewing his tongue, he swirls the murky water in his glass, giving you a minute, not quite biting immediately. “How am I gonna do that?”

Shrugging, your fingers slide down the buttons of your shirt, popping not one, but two open. “Use your imagination, Miller.”

“Filthy, woman,” he snorts, glass slamming down as he moves around the table as you laugh.

A sound that’s beautiful, and warm. A thing he won’t admit, even as he helps, as he takes a side of the bed before your hand brushes his, handing him the packet. Reading you. Tilting his head as he rips it open, being sure to focus on your eyes, knowing they'll widen, biting the inside of his cheek when they do.

And he knows that look. The one that, if you weren't so stubborn, would be matched with your mouth falling open, all in awe.

It makes him half tempted to move around to your side of the bed and see if he’s right. Undo the button on your jeans, slide his thick fingers against the fabric covering your mound, and see if there's a patch, a damp slither as he spots you pushing your thighs together.

But, your face is blank. Unreadable. A thing you're good at, so easily able to bury the effect he has on you as you begin to hum.

A thing he tries not to shake his head at, because it’s nice. Normal. For a moment able to close his eyes and pretend they’re in a bedroom, in a house, something they’ve chosen rather than been given.

It running through his mind. As it does sometimes.

What you’d be like if the world hadn’t pushed you to adapt, whether you’d be as charmed by him as you are now. His eyes catching yours as the two of you shake your pillows in the new sheet—a smile there, kissing your eyes and gracing your lips.

And he hopes you would have been.

Thinks maybe you might have been.

It’s only when it’s done, the bed dressed, does he see the beauty of what you’d seen. The sheets a deep blue, almost midnight, decorated with intricately stitched swirls and stars that break up the expanse.

“It’s like that time we hunkered under that tree,” you say, eyes gazing down at it. “When we saw all those stars.”

He hums. Taking the corner between his finger and thumb, feeling the rich cotton—how it’s not over worn, likely has its thread count.

“Remember what we did under them?”

Biting the inside of his cheek, he flicks his gaze up at you—chin still tucked to his chin. Seeing how another button is undone, exposing the valley between your breasts.

“Get on the bed.”

This time, he didn’t have to ask you twice. Thank fuck.

an: I’m a bit rusty with Joel, so forgive me 🩷

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[hotteoki]

meet uglys with stray kids (hyung line)

pairing: skz hyung line x reader (no prns used)

genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, humour

cw: language, throwing up/sickness, mentions of alcohol

wc: 1.9k

notes: it's been way too long since i've written stray kids fics... this was originally going to be arguments with skz maknae line but it got too difficult to write so here's a new fic! hopefully i can get maknae line out by 18th! p.s. this wasn't proofread at all so i'm sorry if it's ridden with mistakes...

chan (방찬) – greeting the new neighbour but turns out he slept at 5 last night

you had heard from jeongin, who lives across the street, that you’re getting a new neighbour

he had texted you about it mid conversation when telling you how to handle his house while he’s gone for his week-long vacation

truth was you hadn’t even considered greeting your soon-to-be neighbour

one, what if they hated you and you would have to be stuck with them for ages?

the only reason you’re even friends with jeongin is because he went around the neighbourhood holding up a cat asking if anyone lost it

(turns out it was a flea ridden stray but you both took it to the vet nevertheless)

two, you were quite comfortable laying in your bed

but ten more annoying texts from jeongin saying you should greet them because he did was enough to get you to make your way to their house

knocking on the door, you feel your palms get sweaty

you’re already regretting this

after one or two minutes of standing outside, you internally yell at them for making you look like an idiot

you’re about to leave until the door opens

revealing a man in his mid to late-twenties

wearing nothing but a tank top and sweats

with very prominent biceps 

that are being put on display right now

you’ve probably been ogling at the man for a while now 

shaking your head a little, you smile warmly at him

“hi, i’m your neighbou-”

 “what time is it now?”

you blink a few times

you had just been interrupted by this hot neighbour, and his attitude was a little too sour for your liking

you aren’t sure which to address first

so it ends up with you going– 

“huh?”

“what time is it now?”

he enunciates 

“uhh…”

you pull out your phone

“9:20am”

“right. 9:20am and you’re already banging on my door”

you’re thrown so off guard

“i’m sorry, what?”

to be honest, you’re getting fed up with his condescending tone

“stores are up and running and kids are playing in the park playgrounds, maybe you’re the problem here”

you cross your arms, cause who does this man think he is?

this time it’s his turn to shake his head

“fuck- i mean- i’m sorry, i just- i slept at like 6 last night- or morning, and i just-”

he rubs his face

“i’m sorry”

you smile, a little strained

“it’s fine. i’ll see you around.”

even after him apologising you’re feeling slightly petty

so you turn around and begin to make your way home

chan feels horrible

except he’s running on like 3 hours on sleep so he honestly can’t process anything

so in his last efforts he grabs your arm gently

“wait, i’m sorry. c-can we- can i make it up to you over lunch tomorrow? you can show me around as well”

you contemplate 

he did seem genuine enough

so you nod, smiling

“that sounds nice, what’s your name again?”

“i’m chan, what’s yours?”

and after you give it to him, he repeats it outloud, testing it out

the giddy feeling in your chest rises unwillingly 

and maybe that lunch turns into a date, and maybe that date has a follow up, and maybe that follow up turns into a relationship

and maybe jeongin spends the rest of his life saying “i told you so”

but that’s a problem for future you to handle

minho (민호) – vomiting on him while drunk

you were initially against following jisung into the club

but he insisted you need to live life, and that it’s a saturday and you need to, quote unquote

“PARTAYYYYYYY” 

to be fair, exams just ended and you have been spending the last couple of months holed in your room studying

so you agreed

he promised you he would look after you

don’t trust a drunk jisung

half an hour in and you’re absolutely wasted

you can’t remember when you stumbled into the toilets

but you’re hitting your fist on the door, yelling for whoever was inside to:

“STOP SHITTING FOR TWO SECONDS I NEED TO PUKE”

probably not the best way to tell someone to hurry up 

but fortunately for you, the door opened

but not so fortunately for you, you vomit all over the guy

whose first reaction was

“what the actual fuck?!”

in his defence sober you would probably have reacted the same way

but again

you’re wasted

so you yell back at him

“what the actual fuck back to you!”

you push him aside and continue vomiting into the toilet bowl

minho’s conflicted 

does he help you? even though you puked all over him, he still feels bad that you’re clearly trying to vomit but aren’t steady enough to support yourself

so he sighs, cursing under his breath

he hastily wipes clean his shoes and squats down to hold you by your shoulders so you’re facing the toilet bowl and not the floor

you would’ve thanked him if you aren’t hurling your guts out right now

after what feels like hours, you’re finally done

and minho washes his hands quickly, ready to leave

except you tug weakly on his pants

“m’sorr…”

he blinks, squatting down to hear you better

you clear your throat, a bit more sober now that the alcohol is out of your system

“m’sorry. i’ll- i’ll pay for the- the- the cleaning”

minho brushes the sweaty strands of hair from your face

“yeah you better”

his tone is soft, though

like he’s careful not to upset you

cause you look like you’re about to burst into tears

you smile weakly

“you’re soooo hot”

okay maybe you aren’t fully sober yet

he’s thrown off guard 

“um… thanks?”

you giggle drunkenly

“you probably get tha’ a loooot”

he tilts his head, not sure how to respond

“i… guess?”

you shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts

“ca’ i get your n’mber?”

it takes him a few seconds to understand what you’re trying to say

which is a little awkward because he’s essentially just staring at you

you clear your throat to break the silence

“t’ like… pay for your clean’ng”

he nods, finally understanding

“yeah, sure”

and that’s how you got your future boyfriend’s number

he brings it up every now and then just to see you get embarrassed

which he thinks is absolutely adorable :(

changbin (창빈) – he left the tap on and water leaked into your apartment ceiling

you’re minding your own business

flicking through different films to decide what to watch

well, you were

until a drop of water drips on your tv

at first you thought you were hallucinating

except another water drop falls on it

so you look up at the ceiling

because you’re confused as hell??

you notice a huge splotch of water 

and it won’t stop dripping

you’re about to scream 

this is a brand new tv and they do not come cheap

so you calculate which apartment was upstairs

and sprint up

you’re surprised the elevator button didn’t break from how hard you’re pressing the button

you run to the perpetrator’s door, knocking on it rapidly

you’re about to yell for them to open their door until you feel a timid tap on your shoulder behind you

swinging around, becoming face to face with a very attractive, very muscular, but very scared looking man

“c-can i help you?”

you normally would’ve been nicer to strangers, except this man is literally breaking your tv

“you have a water leak and it’s breaking my tv!!!!!” 

he begins to panic

“i’m so sorry!! i must’ve left the tap on or something i-”

he’s rambling while he unlocks his door

you peek over his shoulder when he opens the door

huh

there’s… no water at all?

he seems confused too

but then he walks over to his bathroom, opening the door

aaaaand there it is

a pool of water immediately spills out, creating a puddle around him

he quickly turns off the overflowing tap, smacking himself in the forehead with his palm

“god… i’m so, so, so sorry… if your tv’s broken i’ll… i’ll pay for a new one”

he rubs his eyes, looking at you apologetically

“i’m really sorry for this whole mess”

you stare at him expressionlessly

“i’ll check to see if it’s broken… uh… i’ll text you if it is, or something”

you’re thinking of what to do 

you’re definitely not getting distracted by the sight of this attractive man in a tight-fitting black tee that compliments his torso nicely

he nods, “yeah i’ll uh, i’ll give you my number so you can… yeah, here”

he’s holding out his contact page

you copy down his number on your phone

smiling awkwardly, you turn around and wave goodbye

but of course, your messages with him won’t end with a “tv’s not broken! :)” 

hyunjin (현진) – my dog hates you so i hate you too

it’s a regular friday afternoon

you clutch your dog’s leash in your hand, bopping your head to the beat of the music blasting in your earphones

you didn’t even notice her happily running over to another dog

until you take your phone out to switch to another song

you look up momentarily and did a double take

cause why on earth is a tiny chihuahua full on ATTACKING your dog 

she never stood a chance

she runs back to you and hide behind your legs

you take out your earphones to tell the chihuahua’s owner off

except he looks even more terrified than you

you stare at him, waiting for him to do something

he seems to snap out of it and pulls his chihuahua away, leaning down to give him a snack for him to calm down

you give your own dog a few pets to soothe her before looking back at the chihuahua’s owner

damn

you didn’t get a proper look at him before 

but now that you have

damn

he’s hot

but after seeing how scared your dog is

you can’t help but get a little annoyed at him

you might have been giving him the stink eye subconsciously because he begins to apologise profusely

“i’m sorry, he’s not very fond of people… or other dogs… or me… he’s not very fond of anything in general, if i’m honest”

he’s stumbling over his words

and even though you’re still miffed

you can’t help but feel a little bad for judging him

“yeah, that’s fair enough”

there’s an awkward silence that you’re pretty sure your dog can sense too because she starts whining

so you give him one more smile

“well, see you around”

hyunjin decides he’s not going to fumble the bag

because you’re seriously the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his life

“wait! what’s your name? we could… i don’t know, get some coffee some time?”

he wants kkami to bite his mouth off

he doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore

you purse your lips

his dog ≠ him you suppose

so you nod and give him your name

he grins at that

“i’m hyunjin”

networks: @kflixnet k-labels kbookshelf @neverendingdreams-net @straykidsland @k-films pirateeznet

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[levmada]

to me it’s still 2013 and aot ended when the last titan died //after the war, reverse hurt/comfort, protective Levi reader's skin can visibly bruise+gn!shorter!reader

"Ow, fuck!"

Levi startles when your cry rings out over the rushing water in the kitchen sink. You’re rooms away, but it sounded next to him.

He shuts off the water, still gripping a plate he’d been washing. You don’t call again to say you’re okay.

As he drops the dish and sponge in the soapy water, the suds disperse with the splash, but he’s already going, clumsily wiping his hands on his pants as his feet find the hall. This as a pit of dread opens up in his stomach—one he hasn’t felt in several months. In timeless fashion, he feels calm and more than ready.

He thought he heard you on the back porch, but he catches a sliver of you past the door to the washer-dryer room.

He yanks it open. It's stuffy from the crisp sunshine coming down through the skylight. Enveloped in the golden warmth, you’re kneeling on the white and grey tile, frozen like a statue of defeat. Your features are tightly contorted into a horrible grimace while you clutch your ankle. An evil thing to witness.

"Fuck," you whimper.

He drops down next to you, a hand on your back and on your wrist, so he can see.

You twist away like a delayed shock to pain, and stoop over more to block him. "No, it's stupid."

"It's not," he says softly, so softly it's almost uncharacteristic of him. "Let me see."

You hiss, “I’m such a stupid clumsy idiot…”

“You aren’t.”

You let him sit you down, at least. He didn’t see it before; the fat glass jar spilled on its side next to you, the one for garlic cloves. It’s written on a white face with black marker, not to mention a few have spilled out. The top is somewhere.

You sigh, relenting finally and revealing your ankle. It's already swelling, and bruising a contemptuous blot of grey. A few pin-prick sized spots of blood have even broken the surface.

He frowns in sympathy, effortlessly holding you now that you lean into him while he lightly brushes around that area. It’s overly warm, nothing worse.

"This looks like it hurts. How bad?"

"Pretty bad... Ugh, that was so dumb. I'm sorry."

"Hey." He tries to find your gaze, but you're being stubborn. He touches his first finger to your jaw, gently bringing you back. “Didn't you hear what I said? It's alright. You're alright.”

You nod a little. He lets you rest against him again, and while you calm down, he sets the jar back up with his free hand and cleans up a little, just enough so the spilled garlic isn't in your way.

"It's okay."

"I just wanted to start a boil, with the fish you…" you try again. This time, your voice is flimsy, and threatens to break. “I’ll find the lid.”

“What you’re doing is getting some rest. I’ll take care of it.”

He wishes he could think of more comforting things to say. But if you cry, he’ll wipe away your tears. He always will.

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[melobin]

behind the screen 𐙚 sungchan smau #29

✧ camgirl reader x roommate sungchan

✧ synopsis. in which sungchan discovers his favorite camgirl also happens to be his roommate

✧ wc. 635

✧ warnings. half written half smau. no warnings.

.

“i’m surprised you agreed to see me” sungchan shrugged as somi sat down in his office, her nails tapping against his desk.

“we might not see eye to eye but i’m not a dick somi”

“i know you’re not” she leaned back in the chair, lips turning into a small pout.

“so what did you need to talk about?” sungchan asked, partly wanting to get the conversation over and done with.

“i found something out and it upset me so i wanted to talk to you about it”

“what’s it about?”

“y/n”

“somi-“

“just listen, sungchan” sungchan closed his lips, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the girl. he couldn’t deny the fact he was curious about what she wanted. he nodded for her to continue talking

“i found out about something y/n has been secretly doing and it worried me because i know how close the two of you have become and i don’t want you to end up getting hurt”

“what are you talking about?” sungchan had an idea of what she was referring to but he wanted to hear her say it for herself, something about the situation intrigued him.

“a friend of mine sent me a link to this website and she was on it, when i looked a little deeper i realised it was some kind of self promoting porn website where people go on and do all kinds of things on live streams for people to watch” there was a hint of disgust in her voice but sungchan let her continue, wanting to know what would come next “there were photos and videos of her doing crude things, there was even a video with some other guy there, apparently they done a stream together not long ago. i thought it was appalling that she’d do something like that but then i remembered how close you two are and how badly it could hurt you if she continued to do this without you finding out”

“what makes you so sure it’s her?”

“i know her, i know her voice, i know what she looks like, plus my friend said he, they, know it’s her” sungchan sighed, leaning back in his chair and looking up at the ceiling.

“i already knew”

“you what?” there was a tone of surprise in somi’s voice, sungchan couldn’t help but chuckle a little as he looked back at her.

“i found out a while back”

“and it doesn’t bother you?” sungchan shrugged.

“no? why should it?”

“because she’s obviously out there talking and flirting with all of these men to get money off of them. i know what these kind of girls are like sungchan. she’ll use you until she’s ran you dry then she’ll run off with the next poor guy”

“she’s not like that” somi laughed and stood up from her chair, shaking her head at his words.

“you’re blind, they’re all like that. she just wants your money and your attention and once she’s bored of it she’ll go to someone else, in fact she probably already has a few other guys on the string, i know she’s had jake there for a while”

“what do you know about jake?” she laughed again, a small smile growing on her lips.

“who do you think told me about her?”

“you’re sick”

“you’re blind”

“somi i think you should leave now” sungchan stood up, walking over to the door before stopping as she spoke again.

“i was about to, but i have something else to discuss with you” she let her fingers run over his shoulder as she walked past him “i think you’ll want to listen to this” she shut the door behind her as she walked out, within seconds sungchan’s phone made a noise indicated he received a message.

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[straykeedz]

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 ; 𝐥𝐟

[smut. 18+ only. minors dni.]

[gn!reader. felix calls you ‘baby’. blowjob. swearing. dirty talk. cum swallowing. super brief hair pulling scene. cumshot. felix tastes his own cum.]

[1k words]

this is written terribly and i kinda hate this but yeah, i’m weak for lee felix and those pictures altered my brain chemistry.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your fingers wrap around his bathrobe belt to undo it from behind. felix looks at you through the mirror and chuckles when you start kissing his neck, your hands roaming all over his naked chest and abdomen.

“baby. baby, ah. i have to start getting ready for tonight,” he stutters, eyes fluttering shut.

“what? ‘m not doing anything…” you murmur, hands gripping the navy blue bathrobe and dragging the soft material down his shoulders, revealing his freckled skin. you start kissing him there, too.

“you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“and what is it?” he’s one hundred percent sure you’re smirking as you speak, even though he can’t see you.

you keep kissing him and feeling him up, wrapping your fingers around his arms as you scrape the skin of his shoulders with your teeth, gently, teasing him. then, you take the teasing even further, touching one of his most sensitive spots - his pretty, pink nipples, and it takes everything in him not to fold right there, right now.

“you... you’re a menace,” he sighs, “you’re teasing me knowing damn well i’m gonna be busy all night.”

“it’s not my fault you’re busy,” you shrug. he hates you.

“yeah, but this,” felix wraps his fingers around your wrist, then places your hand on top of his crotch and gasps at the contact your skin makes with his already hard cock. “this is your fault. i wasn’t hard when i got out of the shower.”

you whimper against his shoulder, biting him just a little bit harder. you wrap your fingers around his manhood, giving his hard cock a long and slow stroke. “you’re so hard already…”

felix takes a deep breath when he feels you moving your wrist up and down his length, but he doesn’t stop you. “seriously, though. why would you do this to me knowing i don’t have the time to bend you over and fuck you stupid?” he whines.

“but i’ll be here when you’ll come back from the event. waiting for you in bed. you can fuck me stupid then,” you promise.

“great,” felix pouts and snorts. “now i’m gonna be frustrated the whole night, thinking of my pretty baby waiting for me in bed. seriously, i love you so much but sometimes i really hate you,” he chuckles.

“well, i can’t have a frustrated boyfriend, now, can i? and i can’t have a boyfriend who hates me,” you drag the robe down felix’s spine, kissing the revealed portion of skin. “i better do something about it.”

“something? what do you mean?” he bites his lip when you finally undress him fully, the navy blue bathrobe ends up on the floor. he turns to look at you.

you kneel down in front of him, his pretty cock still in your hand as you snap your head up to meet his eyes. he’s weak for you, especially when you look at him with those eyes when you’re about to take him in your mouth. you lick the underside of his cock, all the way from his heavy balls to his pretty tip.

“oh,” felix whimpers, gripping the sink so hard his knuckles and fingers turn white when you wrap your wet lips around his cockhead and suck. “oh, yes. just like that, baby.”

you hum, taking him even deeper in your mouth until almost all of his length fits in your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat the way he likes it, the way it makes him fold for you. you feel his balls tighten, full and definitely heavier than before. the tip of your nose is buried in the dark pubic hair at the base of his cock, and your eyes flutter shut when you inhale his manly scent mixed with the one of his fruity shower gel.

“baby. my baby, you’re so good to me. your mouth is something else,” felix starts rambling on absentmindedly, kicking his head back, lost in the pleasure you’re giving him.

he starts moaning and grunting and whimpering like crazy, signalling he’s getting closer to reaching his climax. you entangle your fingers with his, then place his hand on top of your head.

“can i pull your hair, baby?” felix whines, legs already trembling. “i’ll be gentle, i promise. i won’t hurt you.”

looking up at him, you nod with his cock in your mouth and felix almost busts right in your mouth without even being able to warn you. there’s saliva all over your lips and chin, and lewd, filthy sounds are the only thing that can be heard inside the room. felix tugs at your hair and you moan.

“look at me. look at me, baby, fuck,” felix gasps, clenching his jaw, feeling on the verge of his orgasm, “look at me. wan’ you to look at me when i cum, baby, please.”

you oblige, looking at him through your eyelashes as you suck him off as if your life depended on it, moving your mouth up and down his length.

“it’s coming. baby, i’m- oh, fuck,” you feel the first rope of cum filling your mouth, and then a second rope of cum, and then felix is pulling out and a third rope of cum ends up painting your face, and then a fourth.

felix lets out choked moan at the sight of your pretty face all covered in his release. “you’re so fucking pretty like this. c’mere.”

he helps you stand up and wastes no time in crashing his lips on yours, not even caring about the fact that he can literally taste himself, since you’re covered in his pre-cum and cum. right now, you’re the hottest sight he’s ever witnessed and he’s so fucking angry that he’s got an event to attend. he’s even hornier than before.

“you,” felix grunts as he pulls away from your lips. he gropes the flesh of your ass with his hand. “you’re in for a long night, i hope you know that. ‘m gonna fucking ruin you.”

“sounds like a promise,” you poke his cheek, smirking.

“it is. i’m gonna fuck you stupid for the whole night, baby. ‘m gonna give you the night of your life. it’s a promise.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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Just Another Notch

Masterlist Part 2/??

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size F!Reader

Summary: If Bucky thinks his charms will work on you, then you’re gonna put up one hell of a fight to prove him wrong.

Word Count: 1,711

Warnings: None, but will contain explicit content 18+, in future chapters, read at your own discretion.

Your alarm didn’t wake you, it was a loud knocking at your door. You jump up, tapping your phone screen to see that it was only 6am. Now you’re gonna be groggy all morning, your alarm was set for 6:45. You trudge to your door, ready to rip down whoever it was that woke you up. When you open the door you see Bucky with bright eyes, two coffees in hand. You quickly read the label and see that it’s your favorite cafe in Brooklyn. How did he get coffee from there this early?

“Good morning.” He chirps out, reaching one of the paper cups forward. You cross your arms in front of you, refusing the coffee. “How can I help you?” You say curtly. You take in his attire, he was ready for training. You could almost laugh, him and Steve take their sponsorships too seriously, can’t be seen exercising in anything other than Under Armor.

“I still felt bad about last night and thought, maybe I could repay you by helping you get a head start today.” The smirk on his lips did nothing to ease your agitated mood. “I said we’re even, it’s fine.” You say, wondering if he was being genuine. It was far too early for all of this. You rub your sleep filled eyes, pushing your hair behind your ears. “Anything else?” You say, wanting to get some more sleep before the day of literal hell you were about to endure. Physically, you were the apex, but mentally and strategically, not so much.

You couldn’t wield a gun, you’d been studying a makeshift dictionary of all the military terms Steve and Bucky say during missions. You couldn’t take directions. Besides overpowering the strongest guy in Kansas during a championship, you’d never learned how to combat fight. You have no clue where to hit someone or how hard so you don’t do fatal damage. You were written up on your first mission.

Your adrenaline was pumping and you thought the gunman was bigger than what he was, causing you to dent his chest in, instantly killing him. The punch was meant to lay him out, not kill him. You’d been reminded time and time again during initial training that the goal was to subdue, shield rehabilitates these criminals.

So now training was mainly a mental game for you. Sizing people up, you were no use against magicians or witches but physically, you worked hard to discern people’s capabilities. You’d never trained with Bucky or Steve before. You’d never fought against a super soldier, you couldn’t even imagine their strength. Therefore, you’d never opted to train with them.

“No, I’m sorry for waking you.” He says, his eyes tell a completely different story. But you hear some sincerity in his voice. Maybe you were being too harsh to him. He really hadn’t done anything wrong, yet. You were the one who assumed he was drunk, you were the one who enjoyed him innocently helping you clean his mess. If you put aside all your wild ideas, Bucky had actually been very nice to you.

While no one had made any progress in talking to you or really even introducing themselves, Bucky was willing to sit with you and enjoy a bowl of cereal, alone. No other outside force willing him to be there. He’d apologized after spilling milk on you, helped clean it. He wasn’t even looking, and you were speed walking behind him, what if it truly was just an accident. Here you were being rude to the only person who’s shown you kindness.

You wanted to hit yourself. Mentally you were painting your back porch red. Guilt was slowly filling you as you watch him drop his head, nodding as if he’s finally realizing the situation, you wanted him to leave. But not anymore, “Let me get dressed, 5 minutes!” You wait for him to look up at you before you close the door in his face, you could see his smile return, but this time it looked triumphant and genuine.

You want to play this game with him, you knew that much. So why not make a big move and wear your new sports bra set with matching spandex shorts. You’d never worn just a sports bra, and always wore leggings. Your best friend convinced you that you looked good in it, so Nike gladly took your money. This would surely prove your suspicion, were his intentions innocent?

You looked in the mirror, pushing and pulling at your breast in the tight spandex. Your cleavage had to be perfect for this to work. You rolled down the waistband of the shorts, letting it show off your curves. You run to the bathroom to do your morning routine. Walking out of your door in less than the 5 minutes you estimated. You had no idea why you had such a pep in your step. As if you were rushing back to him.

“Thanks.” You say taking the coffee from his hands. He stands there frozen as you turn for the elevator, he watches your ponytail sway across your shoulders, then he lets his eyes travel down, to see your back dimples on display. This one he would fight for, his improvised plan didn’t work last night, he’ll admit his ego was hurt a little by his advances not working. So he gave you another chance with coffee this morning.

It almost didn’t work, he was showing real sadness when you rejected him again, but out of self pity, not because you were being rude. But it worked, and you folded. Judging by the way you’re dressed, he knew you were playing along with him. He would win in the end, he always does. Besides, you’d be an adversary opponent and the best prize.

You wish you could’ve told him black coffee wasn’t really your style, but you had too much pride, sipping it empty on the way down to the training floor. Bucky would probably go left to the gym, and you’ll go right, to the simulation room. It was handy for someone like you. Training with real people was a liability, so holograms it was. “See you later.” You nod to him.

“Where you going? I thought we were training together.” He sounds disappointed. “Oh you meant like the two of us? I thought it was a wake up call, not an invite.” You scratch the back of your neck, kind of embarrassed. “I figured you could use the change of scenery.” He laughs.

You follow him into the gym, a place you’d only been once, during the orientation tour. It was huge, needing the capacity to handle super hero’s being thrown around. Bucky walks over to a bench, setting down his coffee cup and shedding his windbreaker jacket. You toss your empty cup in the trash can beside the door, slowly walking up to him. “So what did you have in mind?” You ask, nervous as to what exactly you had gotten yourself into.

“First some basic warm up drills, then I figured I could help you with that strength depth perception.” He grabs two jump ropes from the wall and tosses one your way. “Fury was worried about you at the last meeting.” You roll your eyes, of course he was.

“I didn’t know you discussed me at meetings.” You say, starting to jump rope. He joins you a second later, going miles faster than you. “We discuss everything, especially things that could be a liability.”. He wasn’t wrong, it rubbed you wrong that you couldn’t defend yourself at these meetings. But you understood why they did it, you killed a man.

“Right.” You huff out, stopping and dropping the jump rope, you had no endurance. Bucky continues for another minute, the rope turning into a blur as it whizzed around him. You ran the track around the perimeter of the gym, till you legs felt like jelly. Again, Bucky kept going, literally running laps around you.

When he came to a jog in place in front of you, you took in the fact that no sweat had formed on his brow, meanwhile you left a puddle in the floor when you stood up. “Okay, let’s start with defense.” He brings his fist to face level and you match his stance. “We both know you have offense covered. But what about protecting yourself. Other people are strong too.” He made a good point.

You had beginners luck, dodging the first punch Bucky threw at your stomach.

The second, not so much. You suck in a breath when his metal fist makes contact with your rib. “You’re supposed to block!” He sounds upset, like was the one who just got hurt. “Yeah I got that.” You wheeze out, dropping to your knees, clutching your stomach.

Just as you’ve almost composed yourself the door to the gym swings open. “Are you ready for complete destruction, son?” It’s Steve walking in, but his face immediately drops when he sees you. “Excuse me.” He’s obviously embarrassed. You just look at Bucky and try to hold in a laugh. “Seriously?” You whisper, his cheeks are red but he nods.

“I’ll take that as my cue.” You say, waddling over to the vending machine in the corner. The blue on the Aquafina label reflected in your eye. You’re gonna die if you don’t get a drink. You tap your Apple Watch to the card reader, typing in A5, as you watch your water bottle be mechanically maneuvered around through a glass window you hear whispering. “She needs a snack already?”

You don’t know who said it, just that someone did, you didn’t turn around. Preferring to pretend it didn’t happen, you grab the water from the machine, drinking the whole thing in a couple chugs. You smash it between your hands, completely flattening it to the width of paper. It was loud, the cracking of the plastic, it silenced their hushed words. As you toss it into the trash can beside the door, you turn around and address both men.

“Thirst and hunger are two different things, wouldn’t you say?” And you leave, pushing past Natasha in the hallway as you make your way to the simulation room.

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[https-yeonjun]

yours. (h.kk)

wc. 1300

genre. smut

tags. kai x fem!reader, established relationship, jealous and possessive reader, kind of manipulative reader but not to kai, messy making out, unprotected sex, sub!kai, simp!kai, kai who loves his gf, strength kink (if you squint lol) just two people desperately and madly in love with each other idk what else to tell you

a/n. MINORS DNI!!!! i've been wanting to write for kai for so long omg, this is finally it. please go easy on me this is one of the first things i've written in a while so i'm not super proud of it. (i’m pretty sure there are no gendered pronouns/language but i just put fem reader to be safe)

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kai knows how it goes every time.

the two of you are at a party that you brought him to, but instead of socializing with your friends like you usually do, you are standing in a corner in the kitchen, sulking as your boyfriend laughs at whatever story they are sharing with him.

you were fine when the two of you walked into the doors but then all of a sudden, something ticked you off and now your arms are folded close to your chest, opening up only so you can sip from the can of hard seltzer that you hold.

it always starts out this way.

phase two commences when he slips away to meet you. he teases you. he playfully asks why you’re in the corner by yourself. he takes your drink out of your hand and places it on the counter behind you. he cups your face to give you a peck on your forehead. you roll your eyes and you reluctantly give him your hands when he flashes you his unbearably charming smile. and he knows that you can’t say no to him when he drags you back to meet your friends.

next, he wants to reassure you and make sure that you’re okay so he’s all over you when the two of you rejoin the circle. you’re enveloped by his large frame, the smell of his cologne lingers around you, and every so often, his lips gently find their home around your face — on your forehead, on your cheeks, on the bridge of your nose, on your glossy lips.

then something happens — and this part is really important.

someone always makes a comment about the two of you. and it always happens to be the same person. ugh, you guys are so cute. they quip. i wish i had a relationship like that. you’re not sure why, but everytime they do this, it always bothers you. maybe it’s their tone, or the way they cock their head to the side at the end of the sentence, that bothers you so much. maybe it’s the smile they give you after that is laced with so much venom that no one else seems to notice. or maybe it’s the fact that apparently no one knows how they weaseled their way into your friend group but since they made their appearance, they have made it a point to make you feel so uncomfortable every time you see them.

regardless, kai always looks forward to this part of the evening, especially when you sigh, give your fakest smile, and say thank you, dragging out the last vowel. you caress his arm and kiss his cheek, snuggling closer to him for the next ten minutes. and once your mental timer goes off, you let out the most practiced and performed yawn. i think we’re going to call it a night, you announce to your friends.

you say your goodbyes and you walk out hand in hand with your boyfriend. he opens the door for you when you get to the car, and now you can drop the pretense.

he can tell that you’re upset. not with him though, you’re never upset with him.

you don’t talk for the entire car ride home. the only sounds are the gentle hum of the car engine and the low indie music that graces the radio.

when you get home, however, the flip switches.

they make me so mad, baby, you don’t even understand. you begin, kicking off your shoes at the door. kai trails behind you, picking up your shoes, rubbing your back, trying to soothe you.

and the way they look at you, you groan at the thought. you turn around to look at your boyfriend. you’re mine, you lean up to kiss him. he hums into the kiss but you pull away.

i need you to say it to me— you’re mine. you repeat again and he repeats after you, almost like you have trained him to follow your every command.

this is the moment he was waiting for all night — when you decide to take your anger out on him.

he drops all the things in his hands and you drag him upstairs to your bedroom. somewhere along the way he rids himself of his clothes so when you push him onto the bed, he is just in his boxers. you kiss him more passionately, with more force. his eyes roll back in pleasure as you kiss down to this chest, leaving bite marks along the way.

you so badly want to be mean to him, tease him, maybe even force him to cum in his underwear. kai loves how selfish you get when it comes to your pleasure. you grind against him only thinking about getting yourself off. but when you sit up to look at him, you remember that you’re not mad at him. you could never be mad at him, not when he gives himself up to you so readily.

you especially love how dazed and pretty he looks when you ride him. your hips roll against his so perfectly and he feels like he’s floating. he needs to dig his nails into your skin to ground himself, to remind himself that this is real — that you are real and that you are his and that he is yours.

you lean down to kiss him, softly cupping his face. he relaxes his hands, sliding them around your waist and pulling you closer to him. the soft kiss deepens when he starts desperately sucking on your tongue. he is so messy as he moans into your mouth. his lips trail away from your mouth, peppering open mouthed kisses around the lower part of your face, sucking along your jawline.

you try to change angles and bounce harder, but he pulls you back down despite your groans as you push yourself up. he’s quick to apologize though: i’m sorry, i’m sorry i-i just he breathes out. i love you. he repeats like a prayer and he grinds up against you.

but just as he is desperate for you, so are you for him. you fervently roll your hips into his. you hide your face in the crook of his neck, biting down on his collarbone as you edge yourself.

as if it is possible for the two of you to be any closer, when your hips begin to stutter, kai holds you closer to his body. it’s okay, i got you. he assures you as he digs his nails into your skin. he thrusts up sloppily and his moans fill the room.

please, please let me cum. let me make a mess out of you. you can’t say no to his pleas but the feeling of euphoria fills your body as you inch closer to your orgasm. the only thing you can do is choke out a weak, yes, please.

his eyes cloud over and your eyes flutter close when you feel his hips stutter just as a string of curses escapes his lips. he pumps his load deep inside you, spurts of cum coat your throbbing pussy, feeling especially warm against your sweaty skin.

he gives you both a moment to calm down before rolling you onto your back. you lean over to him to leave tender kisses all over his face, whispering i love you’s.

he pulls away to meet a pout on your face. where are you going? you ask him.

i wanna clean you up. he proceeds to stand up no, no, no, you protest, pulling him back down to the bed to lay next to you. forget about that; just stay here for a moment. you hold him close to you and you end the night telling him how good he is to you.

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[yizmiu]

SITUATIONSHIP 〻ᯇ # lee heeseung

016. kiss cam | smau + written (464 wrds)

IN WHICH ✶ y/n loved the idea of love, simply because she hadn’t experienced it yet. She hoped and prayed that love would come to her at the perfect time of her life where she’s mentally stable and ready for it. So when she suddenly gets attention from Lee Heeseung—she can’t tell if she likes this or not? This sudden attention, he was extremely sweet to her, way too sweet that it was suspicious. Given his reputation, Heeseung wasn’t the type to settle. So why was he all up on Y/n? and just why was Y/n enjoying it? She was confused with herself and her new situationship, maybe she’s just overstimulated by everything and scared to commit.

“Do you like it so far?” Heeseung asked as he and Y/n both took their seats next to each other, coming back from the concession stands. “Yeah, I’ve never been before so it’s a new experience.” Y/n nodded her head. “Yo, Y/n can I get a sip.” Sunghoon patted the girl's shoulder, he was in the seat behind her.

“Hoon, I told you to get a drink. Leave her alone.” Heeseung scoffed. “It’s fine, he can have it, I'll just share with you.” Y/n chuckled, handing her soda cup to the boy behind her. “Thank you, Y/n.” Sunghoon said before taking a sip.

“We got pretty good seats,” Karina said as she looked at the arena, being able to see the whole field. “Surprised we were able to get them so late.” She hummed.

“Ooh! They’re doing kiss cam!” Winter exclaimed as she pointed at the big screen. The group watched as couples were shown on kiss cam. It was cute, what they didn’t expect next was for Heeseung and Karina to be shown next.

“Oh!” Karina gasped, quickly realizing she was now on the screen for thousands to see. “Noooo!” The two shook their heads and made x’s with their hands. The crowd booed them.

“Sunghoon bet this would happen.” Heeseung laughed as he turned to Y/n. “It’s kiss cam! You should’ve kissed.” Y/n teased, poking at the boy's shoulder.

The camera operator saw the two laughing and decided to put the camera back onto Heeseung but this time with Y/n in the frame.

“Yo! Yo! Yo!” Jake was excitedly patting Heeseungs shoulders from behind. “Y/n, it's a kiss cam you have to kiss!” Sunghoon teased her with her own saying.

“You don’t have to.” Heeseung chuckled. “Really we don’t have—.” Y/n cut Heeseung off, kissing him on the cheek a little too close to his mouth. He was frozen for a second then realizing what just happened, he really didn’t mean to but he just had to kiss her again…so he did…but on the lips.

Their friends along with the crowd around them were blowing whistles and cheering. “Okay cut it out!” Sunghoon shoved them apart with his hands after witnessing Heeseung turn the simple kiss into a french kiss.

“Ah—shit, sorry Y/n. I’m really sorry.” Heeseung bit his lip in distress, upset that he let his urges get the best of him. “I kissed you first, it’s okay.” Y/n chuckled, “Yeah, but then I kissed you again and it wasn’t even just a peck...I’m sorry.” Heeseung sighed.

Y/n leaned into the boy so he could hear her better. “I liked it, don’t be sorry.” Y/n says, purposefully making sure he’s the only one that hears it.

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[kausstar]

LOVER BOY.

⟡ KID x f! reader￨nsfw + sfw content￨wc: 1k > lı|lı|l hey lover — the daughter of eve.

his nights have always been sleepless and miserable— something’s never change, but the fact he spends them with you makes them less lonely.

cw. kissing / making out. no monkey man spoilers. unprotected. creampie cuz i can’t resist. L bomb while you ride him :((. reader and kid are kinda playful and grin a lot during cuz it’s canon. i am not responsible for your media consumption!! black reader in mind but anyone can read! mwah!

𝓴aus. y’all please. i haven’t written anything this long in two months… think i’m losing my touch. * starts crying in corner *

୨୧ FEEDBACK & REBLOGS ARE HEAVY APPRECIATED.

before he meet you, there wasn’t much to his night but loud men snoring and screaming inside of his head. they felt lonely, empty and tiring. the wind outside of the windows were quieter to him because of the menacing memories of his mother pounding against his skull. then, his breathing would pick up, heart would pump too much blood inside and out of it at once, and his eyes wouldn’t dare creek shut.

but now, the bedroom inside of your apartment fell quiet, your warm body wrapped in his didn’t leave him lonely, but something’s still remained the same, like the pounding of his chest and his daring eyes. you notice. you always do whether he’s sitting on the opposite side of the room or laying down next to you. he knew you noticed when he feels the hand that was once laying across his chest, run up it until you get to his bearded face and you run your thumb along his cheek.

your relaxed body doesn’t move a muscle against his—almost as if the movement of your hand was a subconscious decision. and, your touch is affective, leading his breathing to become steady slowly. he hates to keep you up so he’s quick to grab your wrist lightly and bring it to his lips, placing a kiss to it. “sleep,” he whispers, not even completely sure if you can hear him.

“you first,” you mumble, gaining an instant reaction of light laughter from him. he holds your hand close to his heart as your eyes flicker open and you look up towards him. he turns his head and looks down to meet your gaze. the two of you look at each other through the darkness in the room. “you know i can’t,” he whispers. “i’ve seen you,” you grin up at him, teasingly. “for an hour,” he grins back, shooting you a look.

you feel a light touch of his warm hand on your back as he rubs up and down. his scars giving you an extra layer of comfort that it’s him. you lightly sigh from the sensation and defeat. knowing how affective your loving methods can be, you slip your hand from his grip and you run your fingers through the short hairs on the nip of his neck before leaning in the kiss him. it’s soft and tender, but sloppy and sensual. it nearly gets him going until he realizes how late it is and how tired you must be. he slowly steadies the kiss and pulls away. “you sure?” he asks, eyes soft at the looks of you.

you don’t respond at first, only throwing your leg across his hips to straddle him. “i’m sure,” you reassure before connecting your lips back to his in a hungry kiss. his hands don’t hesitate to meet your hips, his scars grazing your skin. you moan into his mouth as your clothed pussy rocks back and forth on his growing bulge. with need, his hands slightly pushed you down onto him, creating more friction between the two of you.

you don’t allow it to last long, stopping your moving hips and removing your mouth from his to mumble out, “take them off.” he moves to take them off, allowing himself to be freed from the fabric. you reach back to touch him, soon after. his hands find their way up your shirt, grazing and taking a hand full of your breast behind it as he groans. you lean into him more and move your hips down to be able to slip him in, but your panties are in the way.

seeing as your hands are a occupied with holding yourself up and angling him where you want him, he aids. pulling his hands from your shirt to move them away from your pussy. he notices how slick you are when you push his tip to your entrance and slowly inch him in further. the both of moan in response to feeling one another, warm breath on each others faces. once he’s snug inside, you sit up enough to be able to rock your hips comfortably but still take him deep.

your hands find home in his hair as you meet his lips and rock your hips into him—drawing his cock inside and out of you, moans slipping from your lips. his arms wrap around your back to bring you closer to his chest, needing you to be closer. your bodies are covered in sweat as your hips grind into him, taking him as deep as you can. his cock blurs your vision slightly and flogs your brain.

meanwhile, he’s suffocating in you. the feeling of your hands through his hair, the sweet scent of your body wash, the taste of your lips, the softness of your skin, the warmth of your pussy, the sounds slipping from lips traveling onto his. he’s damn near overwhelmed, but he knows he wants more—forever even. one of his hand quickly moves from your around your body to your face. “i-i love you,” he mumbles onto your lips. your hips continue their upward and downward movements as you smile against his lips.

“i love you too,” you say after pulling away briefly. “really?” he questions, grinning against your lips, groan slipping from his. “d-don’t ask stupid questions,” you roll your eyes, deepening the kiss in attempts to shut him up. he notices your attempt and only obliges, allowing your tongues to search one another mouths. your focus is now pulled back to your building orgasms that seem to be catching up soon.

your hips move faster, pussy squeezing on him as you get closer. he takes notice to it, feeling himself become closer right behind you. the curve his cock catching a certain spot on your insides that makes you whine out. you disconnect your lips from his as you come, allowing your moans to bounce off the walls. he isn’t far behind before he’s burying his face into your neck, moaning into it as he releases inside of you.

you rock your hips lightly as the two of come down from your highs. as if he can’t get enough, he meets your lips in a small kiss. one hand on his face, you hum into the kiss with satisfaction. “think you can sleep now?” you say, thumb running across his wet lips. “for a little,” he says in response.

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[sophieeeet]

I Got My Eyes On You

Pairing: Bf! OT5 X Gf! Fem! reader

Warning: General Fluff, Tooth-roting fluff, Written au

Genre: When someone flirts with them

YEONJUN / 연준

He is offended but doesn’t show it, instead he just gives the person a very savage reply. Pulling out his phone and showing his wallpaper of you ( which also happens to be his fav picture of yours ) to the person who dared to flirt with. He is so nasty with the words saying Words like “ why would I look at someone trashy, when I have my beautiful queen back home”

Or he might just FaceTime you the second someone approached him with motive to get into his pants as he says with a laugh when you picked his call “ Babe look, she’s asking for my number, tell her baby tell her your man isn’t for trashes, He is only available for you and only you ” leaving the girl who approached extremely embarrassed and annoyed and You Laughing and giggling at his tactics

SOOBIN / 수빈

Soobin always make sure you’re with him whenever he goes out whether it’s drinks with colleagues or hangout with friends, you are by his side always. He absolutely hates when someone flirts with him, it makes him extremely uncomfortable

So when a girl starts flirting with Soobin in your presence He’s deep in a thought whether he should give you a peace of mind or whether he should Just ignore the girls existence also He's not only shy but also super offended by the girl as she straight out ignores you and askes about whatever he’s not interested in listening or answering ,

So He stops the girl in between her bullshit ranting and says “ excuse me-- whoever you are, I really don’t care, I’m here with my Gorgeous Girlfriend and you’re ruining our time together so why don’t you breath somewhere else, I’m really not interested” leaving the girl’s mouth wide open at his words and only making her even more enraged when you’re behind them trying to hold in your laughter.

BEOMGYU / 범규

He first smirks at you smugly when a girl approached him and he mouths to you “watch And learn babe” before turning his back to you as he looks at the soon to be poor girl with such a distasteful look, full of scowl and disgust return over his face as he stares at the girl who dared to cause Him and His Pretty girlfriend this much of nuisance

He once again look at her in disdain as he spats “ You didn’t learn manners now, did you,? Are those buttons or eyes because you clearly can’t see I’m here with my baby and here you are bringing your unwanted presence,” as the girls eyes widen at his hateful words but Beomgyu being Beomgyu, continues to speak some sense into her saying “ leave before I start to record the whole act you tried to pull up ” making the now poor girl away, as Beomgyu wraps his arms around you smiling ear to as you smack his chest " You shouldn't have gone that far" you comment on his behaviour but he’s just smiling like fool that He is.

TAEHYUN / 태형

Taehyun doesn’t even care to look at the person beside him who’s asking his number his sole focus is on his beer and his phone, waiting for your call to come and he’ll finally be out of the so-called co-workers party,.

Taehyun straight out ignores the person’s presence acting as if the girl is talking to Air rather than him, but it seriously is getting to much, now that his beer is empty and your call isn’t coming, he raises his hand in Signal to stop the girl from talking and finally looks at the girl with his Signature death stare --who’s talking his ears off for the past half hour, making the girl apologise to him immediately and leaving him to himself finally and his thoughts is interrupted by the ringtone of his phone as your beautiful face Grace’s the screen immediately making Taehyun face literally up with a small smile.

HUENING KAI / 휴닝카이

It’s like he was waiting for someone to ask if he’s single or not because he’s ready to flaunt you to everyone, only he didn’t realise the true intentions of the girl asking if he is single or not His reply is enough to make throw her scowl towards your way as he Says “ Oohh – yeahh you see here- this angel right here is my girlfriend, and yeah I’m indeed very lucky to have by my side , I think of that everyday but my baby also thinks that she’s lucky to have me as her boyfriend so—I guess it’s a win-win ”

He makes sure to let everyone know how you met and how much you’re in love with eachother or how he thought that you were an Angel descended from the heavens when he first saw you all while with the biggest smile on his face as the girl who was flirting long forgotten, his sole focus stays on you.

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[emmasbrain]

Miscommunication (the fun kind) Part 2

This is part 2, trust when I say it makes very little sense without part 1.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Synopsis: You meet him for your date, but it’s cut a little short.

Warnings: None I can think of other than cringe writing.

A/N: This took ages man, I don’t know what happened but I just felt a block so many apologies for taking so long.

As you click the little green button, you feel unnecessarily nervous. “Hello.”

“Hi.” He replies, and the smile that graces your lips can be heard from the other end of the phone.

“Doc. I’m glad you called.” You try to play it cool, but you know he can sense your excitement anyway.

“I’m glad you asked me to. Look, I’m on my way to a case right now, but I was thinking that when I get back we could do something? Go for dinner, maybe?” He sounds as nervous as you feel, and your heart spikes a little.

“Dinner sounds great. Have you thought of a place?” You do a little spin in the living room of your small apartment and you hear chatter in the background of the call.

“There’s this little restaurant that I normally get takeout from. I know them pretty well so they’ll keep me a table on short notice. They’ve got everything so statistically there’s bound to be something you like.” The way he speaks reaches a spot in your brain, fast and passionate, even about the most mundane things.

“I know I’m gonna like it because you do, and I trust your taste.” You bite your lip, wondering if that was too much.

“You should, I’m very particular.” His voice betrays the fact that he’s grinning, and you match his expression.

“I like particular. Particular is good.” Your voice has dropped a little subconsciously, and he’s about to reply when you hear the familiar voice of Agent Hotchner alerting Spencer that they need him.

“I’ve gotta go, but I’ll call you when I’m home?” You almost sigh in contentment at just the sound of him, but you snap out of it quickly to reply.

“I’ll be waiting patiently, Doc. I’ll see you.” You hang up, and stand in the middle of your living room for what seems like an hour but truly is only a few minutes. Why are you so attracted to this guy you only met a few nights ago?

But you feel as though you know him, from the way Penelope has talked about him, from the time you spent together. You feel as though you know them all.

—

You just sent in the final draft of your latest article. This one had been an absolute nightmare, being asked to write a piece on climate change. Your editors loved you for your fresh takes, but after so long there was no angle on climate change that hadn’t already been written. They seem fairly happy with it, but you can’t help the nagging feeling of wishing you could have done the proposed piece on how tourism is ruining the economy like you had wanted.

Through the annoyance of knowing you could have done better, you still feel slightly more at ease knowing the article is finished and out of your hands, and that you can relax and drink your fourth mug of coffee for the day. It’s eleven am.

But as you stand to stretch your achy muscles and make some fresh coffee, your phone rings. You know who it is before you even pick up, but make sure to check anyway just in case.

‘Spencer’ flashes on your screen, and you immediately sit down on your sofa, hitting the answer button and taking a readying breath.

“Hey Doc.” Your voice is unintentionally airy, but he doesn’t seem to notice - or he pretends not to - as he replies.

“Hey. I got back from work late last night, but I didn’t wanna call in case you were asleep. I was just wondering what you had planned for tonight?” The grogginess in his voice is evident, and it raises a question before you can even think about answering his.

“Spencer, how long ago did you wake up?” The simple question makes him go quiet for a moment before he speaks.

“I woke up just before I called you.” He sounds nervous to admit it, like he’s embarrassed to be caught thinking of you so soon into his day.

“Must have been thinking about me in your sleep then. And to answer your question, I’m free tonight.” You can’t hide the tinge of satisfaction knowing he thought about you maybe as often as you thought about him.

The small breath he sucks in doesn’t pass by you. You may not be a behavioural analyst but you are a damn good journalist, and you know what that little breath means. It says “you caught me”. Was he really thinking of you in his slumber? You note it down in the back of your head to try and slip out of him later.

“Would you like to go for dinner to that restaurant tonight?” He seems to have composed himself as he asks his question, and you try not to sound too enthusiastic as you eagerly say yes. “Okay, great- that’s great! I’ll pick you up at six… I don’t drive.” The defeat in his voice makes you laugh.

“How about I pick you up?” You suggest, calming his nerves. “You can tell me where to go.” Truthfully, you had already planned to drive him. Penelope told you once how he doesn’t drive, and you called her two days ago to reconfirm. This information, however, is not something you feel the need to tell him, because it seems a little obsessive - but you were just thinking logically of course - and you don’t want to weird him out quite so early.

He seems to be okay with the idea, and you’re thankful that he doesn’t take it as a blow to his ego like most men would. The call ends after a few short pleasantries - that are actually pleasant - and you immediately get to work.

You throw open the doors of your wardrobe and go straight to the dresses, very slowly narrowing it down to two options. A flowy red dress that you almost go with, and a simple black silk dress that ends just below your knees.

This one is for special occasions, and you deemed this a pretty special occasion. As you rummage through your box of shoes and stack of earrings trying desperately to find earrings and heels in the same colour, you come across a pair of purple strapped heels that you know you have drop earrings in a similar shade to. You just can’t find them.

Suddenly you notice that it’s 12:30 and your brain short circuits. Your entire room is thrown upside down and inside out until you find the earrings you’re looking for, and then neatly arranged back to its original state, all within thirty minutes. Now you have your little purple dewdrops and your outfit is complete, but you have four and a half hours until you need to leave and you know you’ll need it, albeit mostly to panic.

Four hours passes and you’ve showered, shaved, styled your hair and put on some light makeup. Your nail polish is just dry and you have your dress on, so you buckle your heels and stand. Twenty five minutes before you can leave. That’s not bad. You just have to wait twenty five minutes… But what if traffic is bad? You should probably leave fifteen minutes early for that, right? And if you think about it, the time between leaving your house and getting to the car wasn’t considered in the time it would take you to get there, and if you drag it out that’s a good five minutes. So really you only need to leave in five minutes. But what’s the point of waiting five minutes really? You should just leave now. Good idea.

As you park at his apartment building you realise you may have been a little over eager. The drive was ten minutes shorter than expected, so you’re around thirty minutes early. Which is embarrassing, so to speak. But you decide to head up early, a gut feeling telling you that it’ll be beneficial.

As you knock, he immediately opens the door and then a sheepish look comes over his face. “I saw you get out of your car.” He nervously rubs his hand on the back of his neck and it makes you smile. Then you take in his attire. He looks similar to when you met him in the bar, although he’s wearing white converse to match a white shirt underneath his brown suit. He’s also sporting a watch, and - most importantly - glasses. Damn those fucking glasses.

You realise you haven’t responded and are now intensely looking at his eyes, and he looks a little uncomfortable.

“Shit- sorry. I was just looking at you- I mean you look good- Great! You look great. You look… pretty. I like your glasses, do you wear them often?” Although you can feel yourself rambling into oblivion, you somehow can’t stop the flood of words that come out of your mouth.

His mouth opens for a moment as though he might speak, and then it shuts again. He stands aside to let you come in. “I never let you in.” He comments, sounding apologetic.

You shake your head in reassurance. “That’s alright, I wasn’t sure if you would even be ready since I’m so early. I never meant to be, I just kind of over thought it and now I’m here.” You wring your fingers together. Spencer noticed that you do it as a nervous habit when you met in the bar.

“I was ready an hour ago, I’ve just been reading while I waited for you. You can sit.” He motions to his sofa, and you sit next to the armrest so that you can turn and lean your back against it to face him sitting a little away from you. “You look beautiful. You remind me of a painting called ‘Madame X’, you probably know it. You could almost be a modernised retelling. Did you know that the painting caused an extreme public discourse as people thought the artist, John Singer Sargent, made the woman look deathly pale and scandalously unclothed.” He says all this with a little grin, and you can’t help but grin along with him.

The decision to tease him comes before you can truly think about it. “You think I look deathly pale and scandalously unclothed, Doc?” As the words come out of your mouth, he pales slightly.

“No, of course not! You remind me more of the principle. The woman was so beautiful she was renowned for her looks. Painters had all but begged her to do a portrait before, but she declined until she found Sargent. But even then, the people of Paris thought the painting didn’t do her beauty justice. Despite this, the painting became famous and beloved for hundreds of years around the world, and to this day is still considered a work of true historical art. A timeless beauty. That’s how I think you look.” His passion for little things shines through again, and your mouth is left slightly agape from his words.

“That was…” You can’t even think.

“A lot, I know. I tend to ramble a lot. I don’t really notice that I’m bothering people until it’s too late.” He rubs the back of his neck again, and the thought of people being bothered by him sends multiple emotions running down your spine.

You reach over and grab his hand with one of yours, the other going to touch his face. “I was going to say, that was awfully considerate of you. Never assume that you’re bothering me. Talk quite literally as much as you please, I want to know what you want to say… If we weren’t on our first date I’d readily teach you exactly how much I enjoy when you talk, but that can be saved for another time, maybe.” Your voice drops nearer the end, and he picks up on it as he sucks in a breath and nods vigorously.

“Definitely- I mean yes, sure. I will keep that in mind.” He’s still nodding as you smile at him, a proper smile.

“You’re pretty when you get flustered. You get all red, from the tops of your cheeks all the way down your neck.” You silently wonder if it goes further. You wish you could check. The hand on his face trails down his neck as you speak, emphasising what you mean.

He gets redder. How can he get redder? “Pretty. You’ve used that word on me twice now.” The comment seems to be more of an observation than a question, but you answer it as though it is one.

“I think you’re pretty. Handsome is a word I dislike. It reminds me of Ken, like Barbie and Ken. You’re not a doll, you’re a man, who just so happens to be pretty. I could call you beautiful instead, I’d say that adjective very accurately describes you too. Gorgeous, if that’s something you prefer.” You relent as the redness gets impossibly worse, and it makes you feel a little guilty. “Sorry, Doc, I just like seeing you flustered. I’ll call you handsome or something more masculine if you’re more comfortable with that.” You give him a little smile and pull your hand from his face.

He wouldn’t say it out loud but he wishes you would keep it there. He grasps your other hand tightly in his, and he shakes his head. “I don’t mind. You can call me whatever you feel like… You’re wearing purple. Purple is my favourite colour.” He looks away for a moment, and it warms your heart.

“Purple suits you, as a favourite colour I mean. Mine is green.” Your voice holds a gentleness in it that comes with caring for someone. It’s baffling. You’ve known him days. A week at most. You shouldn’t feel so… warm around him.

“Green makes sense. I think purple looks best on you though, which is definitely coming from a place of bias.” This makes you laugh, small and breathy, but he smiles at the sound.

You don’t realise how much time has passed until you hear a buzzing noise, and you both realise it’s a phone ringing. It’s coming from the other room so you assume it’s Spencer’s and he quickly gets up to answer. You can’t hear much from the wall between you, but when he comes back through looking thoroughly disappointed, you can tell it’s a work call. “Serial killers don’t stop for first dates sadly.” You remark, and he looks a little surprised.

“How did you know?” He questions, coming closer to you and you stand up to face him.

“I may not be a behavioural analyst, but I can tell what that face means. It means ‘I’m so sorry but I have to go stop murders’.” You smile to try and reassure him, but you can see the cogs whirring in his brain.

He seems to be thinking too many thoughts to process, but suddenly he dips down and kisses you. It’s short, but it’s soft, and you have a look of surprise on your face as he pulls away. “I wish we had gotten to go on our date, but I really wish that this doesn’t stop us from going on another one.” He looks at you in anticipation, and you melt.

“I wouldn’t pass it up for the world, Doc. Why don’t you go get ready and I’ll drive you there. We can plan the next one in the car.” You kiss his cheek and go to sit back down, and he shuffles away to his bedroom with a stupid smile tugging at his lips.

A/N: So… thoughts on part 3 with newly established relationship reid x reader ? Equally, thoughts on me adding smut somewhere along the line?

#criminal minds #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #fem!reader

[777gojosgf]

GUILTY AS SIN?

777GOJOSGF IS TYPING…

777gojosgf: fem!reader x satoru gojo

IN WHERE :: you can’t stop thinking about him and his stupid face.

what if he’s written mine on my upper thigh…

“FUCK,” YOU EXHALED, cursing yourself for even thinking about him in this way. that your mind gradually wandered and imagined many situations of him in your brain, wanting to see how he would feel. a sloppy top lip kiss or simply a hug from him. it didn't matter how explicit it was; it was poor overall.

there was no specific reason why you were envisioning scenarios regarding the two of you. you couldn't stand him. his arrogance, refusal to be defeated, and capacity to do anything he wanted without regard for the consequences. when you were on a mission together, he spent more time taunting you than focusing on the evil spirits you were intended to defeat.

but—there was something about him. something so appealing and seductive that he had your attention and you had become accustomed to his taunts. that everytime you two were assigned to the same mission, your stomach would do a tiny flip for no apparent reason. that whenever he removed his blindfold, he could catch your breath, or when his white hair formed a mess on top of his head that was difficult to resist running your hand over.

there was no denying that you wanted him.

and you cursed him for it everyday since.

you were watching him teach the first years by showing off and breaking a specific grade curse, which got him a sneer from you. itadori looked at him with ambition and glee, which satoru simply took pride in. it was his habit to brag whenever his students were present or on a mission he had dragged them on. but when were you around? he would go to great lengths for fun. because he knew you couldn't stand it.

because he wanted to know how much effect he had on you.

however, you had no idea when your mind began to wander about him and what it would be like if it was just the two of you. what you would do if you didn’t have the ability to restrict yourself. to determine who would break first. perhaps it is you, after all, who will fall for his schemes. perhaps it was his lips that held your attention. you even started to wonder if it would be that bad if you were to crack and fall for him— what the fuck.

how could you ever consider that? perhaps there was a parasite in your head that was whispering these possibilities to you. yup! that must be it, right?

“what are you thinking about, princess?” he called out from behind and you immediately turned around, almost getting whiplash in the moment. blood ran to your face and it suddenly felt way too hot in this place, did someone turn off the air conditioning? god. get it together, you told yourself.

“don’t call me that— you showoff.” you muttered and rolled your eyes, quickly averting your gaze away from him and onto the first years who now were having an argument— more like nobara having to keep megumi and yuuji apart and stop them from ripping each other’s head off— and sighed.

you were forced to look at him when his cool fingers reached for your chin and turned your face towards his, the chilly sensation suddenly becoming rather pleasant on your heated face. there was an arrogant smirk on his face, which made you scowl and bite your lip for saying something you didn't mean. "in ten years, i haven't made you blush before, it’s quite cute, you know?"

"i’m not blushing, you idiot; it's just fucking hot in here. you always believe you're such a flirt, don't you? well, you are not." you weakly defended yourself and wished you hadn't said anything at all; now you simply appear stupid and foolish. despite your stomach flipping a thousand times a minute, you couldn't seem to look at him.

your weak defense made him laugh and amusement was drawn onto his face. “are you done rambling now?” he asked while dragging his blindfold with one finger down, blue eyes boring into yours which made you immediately go quiet and it didn’t help with the fact that you already were blushing like a maniac. “good. now tell me what you were thinking about.”

fine. two people can play this game if that’s what he wanted so badly.

“you.”

in reaction to your comment, his brow furrowed in uncertainty. what about him? when did you start thinking about him, and why now? after years of being together, innumerable missions, and losing the same people. how come you're thinking about him now?

“me?”

"you— yeah. i was thinking about you and, you know, me." you responded with confidence and a cheeky smirk on your face. you had no idea where this newfound confidence came from, but you felt a sense of satisfaction as you watched him astonished by your response. he had not expected you to think about him, let alone be with you in your mind. did this imply that he had never considered it himself?

he quickly gathered himself and glanced at you for a minute, leaning into you. "and what were we supposedly doing up there?" he poked your forehead with his index finger, making you chuckle before leaning into him, a taunting glint in your eyes. "a little along the lines of this—" you interrupted yourself with a short kiss on his jaw. he wouldn't have believed it unless you cupped his face and drew him in closer.

“oh yeah?”

"mhmm—" you replied before stepping on your tiptoes and kissing his lips softly. the light brush of your lips against his made you feel tingly all over, and just as you were ready to lean back and break it, satoru came forward and caught your lips once more in a hungry kiss. a kiss that virtually screamed that he desired this as much as you did.

you finally broke the kiss, and your body missed his gentle touch. it was tempting to lean in once more and kiss him till your last breath, but wouldn't it be more enjoyable to tease him yourself? he was ready to say something when you placed your finger on top of his lips, prompting him to raise his eyebrows. "catch me after you're done showing off, satoru."

and with that, you walked off and went ahead to deal with your own errands as you had only killed time watching him before it was time for you to do the exact same thing. you hadn’t dared to turn around and watch his clueless expression, no. instead you were bracing for what would happen later today and excitement lightened up your face.

"you're in so much trouble, princess." you just laughed after hearing him shout out faintly as you had no idea that it wasn't just an empty promise.

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[markzpov]

00' reaction to finding out u read fanfics about them (i was thinking the options would be like - leading to a long night or teasing u and thinking of it none stop until it eventually leads to something)

00’ line : catch you reading fan fictions

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renjun

he would probably judge you a little bit but not in a rude way more like in a teasing way, like you have him here in front of you and you’re reading fantasies like ? and he always makes sure that you’re comfortable enough to ask him for anything so he doesn’t understand why you would want to fill your pleasures with a fake story. “you know i’m right here ? you can just ask me ?”

jeno

this man would giggle to himself (this menace istg) he would probably find you adorable how you’re trying to find pleasure in a fictional version of him but that cute facade doesn’t last long as lust fills his eyes and approaches you with the dirtiest intentions in his mind. yes this man would punish you so hard for trying to replace him with a whack written version of him. “so we’re getting pleasure from books now ? all fours now.”

haechan

he would be so damn offended but surprisingly he would get so hot and bothered about it that he wouldn’t even mind. he would get you to read out what he was doing with the main character in that book and he would do the exact same thing to you and if you start struggling to rest this man would edge you bringing tears in your eyes until you read it properly. “come on sunflower, use proper words finish the sentence since you want to read that book so fucking bad”

jaemin

i’m not even joking when i tell you this man would start sulking like a baby, he would get so damn butt hurt that you decided to look for pleasure in a book instead of coming to him he would for real just sulk all day around you until you delete the app from your phone because he promised to fill any of your needs. “so you don’t need me anymore is that what you’re saying :(”

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