#cos FUCK this sport NEEDS change!

[crazykuroneko]

Anons be like "why do you take those non-heteronormative figure skating pairing (Gabi/Madi) posts of yours too seriously? why do you hate fun?"

Because this is the kind of stories we, fans of figure skating, have to listen every damn time:

"But the approach was such that the boy was a god and the girl was expendable"

#moi.txt #i hate this sports sometimes #fuck russian fed! #julia antipova #figure skating #tw eating disorder #tw weight shaming #i hope gabi and madi will have time after their ice show tour to continue #cos FUCK this sport NEEDS change!

[unhingedgirlythings]

FUCK IT

SUMMERY : Reader gets her date interrupted when Hotch calls up asking for her to get to the BAU. Reader rushes over still dressed up and a certain dr can’t keep her eyes off her teehee.

Tags:fem reader , a huge amount of awkwardness, reader is over her love life

A/N: I WANTED AWKWARD SPENCER REID, bare with me tho cuz I haven’t written a fanfic since I was 13 and it was horrible so please be kind and let me know your thoughts :))) enjoyyy.

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You were used to your phone ringing at the WORST possible times, I mean with your job that was something you just had to prepare yourself for. Serial killers don’t take a break just so you can have a girls night out or take a nice relaxing bath after a long day. Although never in your life did you imagine the wave of relief that would wash over you as the all too familiar ringtone blared from your phone. Normally you would groan and feel your body grow more exhausted whilst hesitantly picking up the phone, but not tonight. Nope. Fortunately for hotch, you couldn’t have answered the phone faster. “what’s up” low and behold hotch was on the other end requesting your presence ASAP!

You tried to hide your glee as you glanced over at the douche-ist blind date that the great quote on quote “matchmaker” of the century Garcia, had raved on about the week before. To be fair the date didn’t start off bad, it was actually the most decent one you’ve had yet. Honestly you were ready to finally praise Penelope for actually finding you a decent man to take your mind off the unrequited school girl crush that you had on a certain “kid” genius. somehow you escaped the dude who clearly was stuck in some frat boy mindset, well not without some snarky comment made towards you which you shut down a little harsher then needed but seriously you couldn’t hold back anymore, you had no idea what possessed Penelope into thinking you would EVER consider going home with the king of fucking douchebags (most likely the biceps and tight clothing that the man sported). Nevertheless here you were speeding down the freeway, thinking way too hard about your love life completely blanking and forgetting to drop by your apartment to quickly change into something more work appropriate.

Before you knew it you’ve parked your car, walking into the cold air. A shiver runs down your body and the shock hits you when you realize. Here you are in a little skimpy black dress that clings to your curves in “just the right way” according to Penelope before shoving you out into your car heading to that horrible excuse of a date, “ahh shit. Fucken seriously! Of course this is just my luck … I mean at least I look good” groaning and mumbling to yourself, you make your way into the building. You knew Hotch would be understanding, I mean you never know when you’re gonna be called in and it sounded urgent so yeah, sometimes you and your coworkers walk in with inappropriate work wear. You will never forget the time he called everyone in at god knows what time, Spencer had walked into the room with his pjs sporting a fluffy dress robe, you seriously thought someone was going to have to perform cpr on you that night.

Walking into the building in heels was definitely a pain in your ass, but you managed as you pushed the briefing room door open. A low wolf whistle from Derek Morgan was the last thing you needed right now “damn sweetheart, who knew you could clean up so nicely“ As you make your way into the room, you playfully roll your eyes at him.“haha very funny” you cringed as everyone’s attention was now drawn to you. while taking a seat next to JJ, wishing to be wearing literally anything else “Sorry Hotch, i came straight from..” you hesitate for a second, glancing around before continuing “A date, but this sounded important so I didn’t have time to change”The stoned faced man simply nods at you “It’s fine. You're here, right now we have a lot to cover” He starts debriefing the team, leaving no detail out of the case, no matter how brutal, you tried your hardest to give him your unwavering attention, but you could feel someone’s eyes on you. And out of the corner of your eye see him. Spencer.

His stare was hot and intense, and fuck was it making you become a flustered mess. You glanced at him from your peripheral trying your best to be subtle about it, it was getting harder and harder to focus on Hotch and the case, not Reid. But when his puppy dog eyes drifted up, down and all over your body, your body involuntarily reacted, slightly squirming in your seat. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes turn and lock onto his gorgeous brown ones, a smirk graces your lips as he finally notices your eyes now on him. Looking like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he turns pink from the embarrassment and shame of being caught, and god did that make your head spin. Now it was his turn to awkwardly squirm in his seat while staring at Hotch with all his attention. You giggle under your breath at his fumbling awkwardness. Before you know it everyone around you starts to pack up their things and stand up, leaving you confused. Of course you spent the whole debriefing paying so little attention to the case and more on Spencer.

Sighing, you pull the hem of your dress down as you stand trying to save yourself from even more embarrassment. “soooo how did it go? Was he as yummy as you’d hoped?” Garcia wraps her arms around yours as you try not to stumble down the stairs towards your desk “you, my love are officially banned from meddling in my love life” you could already hear the trail of complaints bouncing around in her head as you plopped down onto your desk chair, reaching for the new case folder hoping to catch yourself up before take off in the morning “aww come on I for sure thought you’d be jumping his bones, all those rippling muscles, who In Their right mind could resist” the thought of the man you had seen a few hours prior put a foul taste in your mouth, causing your face to scrunch up in disgust “he was a complete dick, he legit referred to himself as an “alpha male” AN ALPHA ,Only thing I wanted to jump , was off a building at that point” a defeated look from her was all the conformation you needed, no longer were you going on blind dates, and your love life was back to being non existent and sad “sorry Pen I tried, I really really tried, you just have horrific taste in men like my god do we need to get you some help. These guys are basically human garbage” whilst looking up your eyes naturally drift and settle on Spencers desk frowning as you watch him, his heads buried in the case file whilst obsessively jotting down notes like some multitasking god, your heart couldn’t help but pine after his more, the looks you shared moments before didn’t help your case either. Resting your chin in the palm of your hand, you drag your eyes away trying to spare yourself from going into one of your Spencer Reid spirals. You look up at Penelope already disliking the pitiful look she was giving you “are you sure your ready to give up?, I mean I know this cute guy who would be super into you, he's just your type “the new voice startled you, turning in your seat you’re met with Emily smirking down at you whilst leaning against your desk inserting herself into the conversation with JJ beside her “wow ok fun, are we all just gonna just dive head first into my personal life?, don’t we have a case to work on?” trying to deter the subject of the conversation off of you was a bust, as the women you call friends gleam down at you with a shared look “yeah no this is too entertaining to sit out on.” you couldn’t believe you were having this conversation right now, letting out a groan you leaned back in your chair covering your face in hopes of hiding the redness in your cheeks “sweetheart, what you need is a good ol one night stand, get a certain pretty boy out of your system” if you weren’t already melting into a puddle of embarrassment, you definitely were now “Morgan shut up please for the love of everything holy”

you could only pray Spencer wasn’t paying attention to the little group that was forming at your desk, maybe he was being good and reading the case file like the rest of them should be doing but of course luck wasn’t in your favor tonight “what are we talking about?” Before you could shut the whole conversation down Morgan happily answered Spencer “oh, we were just discussing Y/L/N’s love life. I think she needs a good root, what do you think?” that stupid smirk Morgan was happily wearing was enough to make your blood boil, now you truly wished to disappear “ok ok that’s enough” you shoot up from your seat avoiding any eye contact with Spencer not wanting to see his reaction to your humiliating red face “conversation over, my love life is going back to being non existent, thank you for your concern but it’s over, officially dead so no more talking about it.” you snatch the file off your desk ready to get the hell out of whatever situation you found yourself in “i'm going home to at least get some sleep before we leave tomorrow or I’ll be a zombie all day” with that you hastily made your way out of the building and into the cool night air once again.

wrapping your arms around yourself in hopes to provide some warmth, you slowly make your way to the car park. Before you could make it to your car you could hear foot steps getting closer and closer until they were right behind you, stopping along with yours once you had reached front of your car. Quickly spinning around you slam them onto the car's hood, arm in your hand, face down and pinned.

“Ow ow ow ow Ow!” Shit. It was Spencer. The man you’ve been daydreaming about and here you were pinning him to the hood of your car. “oh shit sorry, my god, don’t walk up on me like that holy shit Spence you scared me” you pull away off him whilst letting go of his arm and backing away a little. Spencer lets out a hiss of pain as he pushes himself off the hood, rubbing his arm to try and relieve the pain “sorry I was just trying to make sure you got to your car safely. It’s late a-and” he looks at your dress whilst clearing his throat looking away awkwardly “are you ok? you seemed upset in there” he looks back at you whilst giving you a smile that made you wanna pass away on the spot “yeah I’m ok, just having your dating life put on full blast in front of the team like that can be a tad embarrassing” silence was the only response you were met with, you glance up at Spencer trying to think of something, anything to say in this moment “you look really nice by the way, it’s unfortunate your date turned out that way.” His eyes meet yours, your breath gets caught in your throat as heat creeps up your neck to your face “t-thanks” tugging on the hem of your dress you smile sheepishly “not the most comfortable outfit, honestly wish Pen let me wear my sweater but you know”

“Penelope” you both say, you giggle as Spencer chuckles. “Oh by the way, I thought you may want these, may help a little tomorrow” he hands you the notes he took from the briefing, Your fingertips brush against his, the feeling of warmth from his hands sends a shiver down your spine. “Thanks Spence. I appreciate it” you stand there longer than needed before you start to turn away from him. “You know, that even though there aren't any hard statistics, it’s roughly estimated that every 1 in 3 or 4 blind dates actually end up as a success” he rambles on, looking back at him you try to pay attention but you can’t stop your eyes from sifting down towards his lips “so there is a chance” his voice fades away as his words become background noise and your thoughts become louder and louder, all you could think about was him, the feeling of wanting only grew stronger with each passing minute. It didn’t help that his lips were tempting you, calling you in. you couldn’t hold yourself back much longer, will power growing weaker and weaker “fuck it” your body moves before commen sense had its time to put a stop to whatever ridiculous thoughts you had muster up, suddenly your lips press onto his without thinking it through. It was short and one sided yet sweet, the faint taste of coffee and sugar overwhelmed your senses

The sudden realization hits you hard as you push yourself off Reid, the feelings of regret and fear settles itself in your stomach making you feel sick “Sorry I wasn’t thinking, shit sorry, forget that happened ok” you back away keeping your eyes glued to the ground in fear that you’ll look up and only see rejection written on his face. What in the hell possessed you to do that?, why the fuck did you do that, the only reason you kept your feelings shoved down was to protect your friendship with Spencer, nothing meant more to you then the bond you both shared and now you’ve ruined it and for what? A stupid kiss? “wait, uh No no it was just unexpected I didn’t hate it actually quite the opposite” your head snaps back up at a red faced flustered Spencer Reid “don't apologize“ his warm hands warp around your cold ones as he steps closer to you once again “did you um maybe want to try that again? Only if you want to though I don’t want you to regret anything” you giggle as he starts to nervously stumble over his words, this time more confident in your actions your lips find his for the second time tonight.

The taste of coffee meets your lips again as your body relaxes into the kiss, which is very reciprocated this time. The warmth radiating from Spencer chases the cold night air away. As your bodies shuffle closer together. you both hesitantly pull away from each, you wanted to stay here in this moment for as long as possible but of course your bed was calling your name along with the early flight departure. “I should go” you really didn’t want to “I know“ his hands stayed on your waist for a moment before slipping away “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow” the sweet look on his face drove you crazy, the urge to say fuck it and stay with him for the remainder of the night was overpowered by the sleepless night before, you settle for placing a goodnight kiss on his cheek instead “night Spence” winking you open your car door and make your way in, you turn the car on and roll the window down to call out to him as he backs away with a smug smirk on his face “sweet dreams pretty boy” with that you drive away replaying the events of tonight in your mind, god you couldn’t wait to get the case over with so you could finally have a date that wasn’t going to end in ruins, especially with the man you’ve been crushing on since your first day, yeah no you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight now.

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!readr #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader

[gyuzgrl]

Sweat for me ||kmg||

Summary- Mingyu's hot. You're hot. Surely a night alone at the gym, sweating and panting together, would sit with you just fine, right?

Mingyu's body is undeniably sculpted. Everyone knew that. What they didn't know, however, is that his impressive physique was all thanks to you- his workout partner. Had it not been for you, he would've lost all his motivation to hit the gym in the first place. After all, who doesn't want to get hot and sweaty with a pretty girl like yourself?

For over a year now, you and him had met up almost every day at 9 am sharp, outside your company-provided dorm. He'd have his car parked in front of your building, waiting outside your door as you invited him in for a quick protein shake. You'd chat over 'breakfast' for a bit, gossiping about the employees and your co-workers, sometimes even indulging in a bit of harmless flirting as you spoke. (not harmless, you had fallen hopelessly in love with him)

Today wasn't going to be any different, you thought. That was, of course, until your phone rang beside you, lighting up with his contact name instantly.

"hello?"

"hey," he breathed, his tone somewhat troubled.

"what's wrong gyu? "

You were worried. He never called at night. Hell, as idols that's when you worked the most- practicing in the dance studio or in the recording room until you saw the sun creeping up around you and finally decided to head back home.

"nothing I just- I need a distraction and I was wondering if you wanted to workout"

"hm? yeah okay I'm in the studio right now, I'll be up in ten," you sighed "tell me what happened?"

"yeah," he whispered. "I'll tell you"

Hanging up, you gathered your things, shoving your notepad and pens into your bag as you headed to your locker. Luckily, you had a spare set of gym clothes which you changed into quickly, mind running over all the possibilities as to what could've gone so wrong to have Mingyu this upset. Either way, you were on your way to see him, hair tied into a neat high ponytail, in your white gym set- a sports bra and some biker shorts that hugged you in all the right places.

Trembling slightly, you opened the glass door to the gym, unsure why you felt this shaky. You'd met him a million times before.

Fuck it was just Mingyu. The guy who eats all your food and picks you up every morning. The guy who whines about how tired he is and how his body aches from all that dancing. The guy who eyes you up and down wordlessly whenever he sees you, tensing his jaw as if to contain something.

Hold on- what?

It was late. Too late for any other Hybe artist to be working out at the gym. Too late for your trainer to oversee your progress. Too late for you and Mingyu to be alone like this.

He spotted you right away, eyes lighting up instantly.

"you came" he said, his voice so gentle it made you weak.

"you called," you whispered under your breath, but he seemed to have caught what you said. You noticed this and instantly moved to cover up any traces of what you said.

"let's uh, let's get down to business, shall we?" your voice filled the suspiciously short silence, "what's the matter gyu?"

He let out an airy laugh, sounding almost exasperated.

"my stupid manager's on my ass again about posting on Instagram."

You let him continue, nodding along as you guided him to sit on one of the benches behind.

"he wants me to post, for the lack of a better word, sluttier pics. like abs and arms and all. apparently, the fans love it and we kinda need to do well with this comeback. he's even considering having me go shirtless- completely on display in the upcoming music video." He sounded tired. So tired.

"he's really throwing you out to the wolves, huh," you patted his thigh sympathetically, "I get how that could make you uncomfortable... it really sucks how people treat you like something to be ogled at just because you're hot"

You pause. He quirks a brow.

"I mean uh, because they think you're hot" you blurt, internally cursing yourself for opening your stupid mouth.

He's quiet for a second before a slight smile plays at his lips- god his lips are gorgeous.

"what about you," he leans into your face, just inches away, "do you think I'm hot?"

"what? yes- I mean no- I mean yeah? no." you stutter, "uh, not rea-"

His laughter cuts you off, and you want nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole.

"cute" he mutters, "do you wanna get started? I'm not upset anymore but there's so much... pent-up energy, you know?"

His tone takes on a sultry note as he says that last bit, and you take a sharp breath in. You agree wordlessly and head over to stretch.

"I'm already done cause I just got done with dance rehearsals, but I can help stretch you out, hm?"

You freeze momentarily, unsure of what you'd just heard. God your mind was taking a filthy, filthy turn.

Mingyu isn't stupid. He's aware of what his words mean. But seeing you all flustered gets him so riled up, he can't help it.

"y-yeah, you can help me stretch gyu"

Cringing at how you stuttered, you grab a yoga mat and unfurl it onto the wooden floor.

"let's maybe try something new today, yeah?"

He stands behind you, arms resting on your hips, as he pushes your thighs back- straightening them against his own.

"try to touch the mat" he says gently, one hand leaving your thigh to place light pressure on your back.

You thanked your lucky stars you were flexible, cause the lower you went, the more your ass pushed into his groin. He didn't seem to mind it either, with the way he kept pushing, till your palms touched the spongy surface of the mat.

Trying to stand up, you were met with a firm hand holding you in place. A surprised 'hm?' leaves your lips, and he grins at you, the handsome devil.

"hold" he whispered, staring at your perfectly bent form in the mirror up ahead. This position looked unnecessarily sexual- like he was taking you from behind, for all the world to see. You thanked the universe for leaving the gym empty, and wordlessly stayed in place, pushing yourself closer into him.

"10, 9, 8..." he counted, going painfully slow, gritting his teeth.

"...3, 2..."

You waited eagerly for the last number, thighs tensing under his touch, tightening with the stretch, but it never came.

"mingyu-" you start, but it comes out a little more strained and desperate than usual. Your face goes red.

"what was that?"

You kept your mouth shut, not trusting your vocal chords to hold their own in this... sticky situation.

"we're done, I think you're good, you seem uh, flexible enough"

Your head spins as he lifts you back up, pressing your back flush against his chest. His breath tickles the top of your ear- oh my god he's teasing you.

Not wanting to give in so easily, you stepped away and grinned at him.

"what's first on the list?"

"bench press," he says.

"yes sir," you smile, dropping in the honorific to test the waters.

And boy, oh boy are they tested.

Mingyu feels his cock twitch at your words, the length pushing against his boxers ready for action. Clenching his jaw, he follows you to the bench, lying down on the cool black leather after setting his weights on either side. He lifted heavy. That was for sure. You could barely deadlift what he pressed, but the variation in strength turned you on in a way you couldn't even comprehend.

"don't let me die" he usually says, before he starts his set, but tonight, his words are a little different.

"you'll kill me if you keep staring like that"

That alone is enough to snap you out of your trance, and you realize that you've been staring daggers into him, thinking about how strong he is.

"like what?" you grin, steadying yourself behind him.

He huffs, glaring up at you, and starts lifting the bar up above his head.

Your eyes are trained on him, ready to offer support when he's at his limit. The first few movements come easy to him, and you begin to wonder if he's already ready to press even more. His arms tense deliciously under the weight of the bar, and you observe his veins popping out along his forearm and on the back of his hand. Damn him and those beautiful, thick arms.

You couldn't help but notice his fingers too- how thick and long they were, how they curled around the bar so easily, how they'd fill you up so good if you just let him.

Licking your lips, you gaze back down at him.

He groans as he pushes the bar up, arms tensing even more now. The sound he makes is undeniably sexy. From the back of his throat, from deep within his chest. You feel your panties dampen in response and you swallow thickly, now somewhat nervous about the whole ordeal.

Fuck, you've barely even begun.

Another groan from him sends your mind ablaze with images of him hovering above you, holding his weight on those sturdy arms as he pounds into you relentlessly, making the same sounds he made just now. Your cheeks feel hot. Your body feels hot.

Fucking hell, he's hot.

Looking up at you, Mingyu seems to take notice of the way your face is already so flushed. He smirks, placing the bar back up, and lifts himself off of the seat.

"your turn, doll" he says, his voice breathy and low.

You're so taken aback by how quickly he's done, that you can barely process the pet name he's used. Sure, he calls you angel and darling and sweetheart and doll and everything under the sun on any normal day, and sure, they sent butterflies fluttering around your insides on any normal day, but this- this for some reason made its way straight down to your pussy.

Your core ached for him.

"huh? my turn? yeah my, my turn"

He stifled a laugh and brought your weights over, replacing his own.

"thanks gyu"

"alright, bring it up," he instructed, staring down at you.

Your arms gave out after the eleventh circuit, and you let out a forced breath, alerting his attention.

"c'mon doll, gimme four more," he soothed, "you can do it, I know you can"

His hands hovered under your aching elbows, as he applied the tiniest bit of pressure to help you.

"mingyu I can't-" you whimpered, "it's too much"

His eyes flashed over with desire before he caught himself and shook his head sternly.

"I've got you, okay? Just a bit more"

You whimpered your way through the last three, and by the end of it, you could barely feel your arms.

The gym was still empty, save for the two of you. The staff had left, and the idols were either lost in dance rehearsals or at home. You had the place all to yourselves. That, coupled with the fact that it was painfully clear that you and he both desired each other, made it hard for you to prevent yourself from soaking through your panties.

Mingyu did two more rounds, which you continued to assist, and you worked on glutes after.

He happened to notice that your posture was off when you were squatting- probably because of how sore your arms were, and without hesitating, his hands made their way once more to your hips.

"what are you-"

"you can go lower, can't you?" he rasped, his grip firm as ever, "and you can keep that back straight too."

You nodded, barely suppressing the whimper that threatened to spill out of your mouth.

"as pretty as it looks arched, I'd rather you didn't hurt yourself, hm?"

You were at your limit. Your mind went blank, and the dampness between your legs spread to your inner thighs. Praying that it wouldn't show through your white bottoms, you squatted down again, with his hands on you, hips following wherever he guided them.

"there we go" he whispered, dangerously close to your neck.

Your body shuddered, goosebumps trailing along all over your skin, and finally, finally, he seemed to acknowledge your state.

"are you cold?" he teased, knowing damn well you were boiling away inside.

You shook your head and stepped away, letting his touch linger on your waist for a second too long.

Eyes burning with red-hot desire, Mingyu stared you down in the mirror, watching your every move. The flush of your cheeks was a telltale sign of how flustered you were, and the goosebumps told him of the effect he had on you. The avoidant, wordless behaviour though, he was confused by.

He knew how he felt from the moment he saw you. Gorgeous as you were, you were fucking fiery too. That smart mouth of yours has kept him up at night for god knows how long, and finally, he intended to do something about it. Your feelings for him grew clear as day over time, and he made it his goal to worship you. But tonight, you seemed so... hesitant. It took him by surprise. Almost as if he was expecting you to crumble and give in instantly.

"y/n,"

Your shoulders tensed as he called your name from across the room, nervousness painfully evident in your stance.

"was it too much?" he asked.

"no, I just- I'm just feeling kinda tense, is all"

You waved him off, turning away to turn off the lights as you left.

He stalked his way behind you, just as the room went dark, and placed his firm hands on your shoulders.

"this any better?" he asked, the low timbre of his voice vibrating along your ear and neck as he massaged soothing circles into the tight muscles of your back.

Fuck it felt good. So good.

"mhm," was all you could manage in response, as you bit back a moan- albeit unsuccessfully- when he pressed harder into your skin.

There you were, shrouded in darkness, sighing and moaning into the open air helplessly as his hands worked their magic into your back. They traveled up to your neck, soothing the spot right below where your hair ended, and instantly your hand shot up to your mouth, muffling a moan that you're sure he's heard.

His fingers halt for a second, and something snaps in him.

"don't you dare hide those pretty sounds from me"

Your pussy flutters at his words, clenching down again, unfortunately, around nothing.

"please-" you whimper, unable to hold yourself together any longer.

The arousal sopping through your shorts was unbearable. He turned you around to face him, his eyes darkening by the second. Unable to hold his gaze, you lower your head, opting instead to look at his chest.

"please?"

Hooking a long digit under your chin, he tilted your head up towards him once again. The sheer intensity of his stare left you aching for him. Need filled you like water, and your breathing turned shallow.

"what do you want, doll?" his voice is smooth and sultry.

A pathetic whimper leaves your lips, and the corners of his curl up into a teasing smirk. He knew what you wanted. Him. But god did he yearn to hear you say it.

"c'mon angel, where'd that smart mouth go? always fucking bossing me around, saying whatever you want, like nothing could ever faze you- but here we are. I've barely even touched you and you look this fucking spent already- jesus"

"I-" you started, chest heaving at his words, "fuck Mingyu please just- God please touch me"

He licks his lips, the same shit-eating grin plastered on that beautiful face of his, and tilts his head.

"there we go, sweetheart... all you had to do was ask,"

He inches closer, stepping forward tantalizingly slow- like he's teasing to see if you can hold out. With each step, your eyes gloss over with desire, with lust, and you want nothing more than to lunge at him and suck deep red marks all over his gorgeous physique.

You whine when he bends down, teasing you with a soft kiss on your nose, and another on the corner of your mouth. Just as you were ready to complain and demand that he kiss you straight, he slips a hand to cup the side of your face, thumb locked on your temple while the other digits secure themselves in your hair, and kisses you nice and slow.

You're frozen for a second, unable to process the gentle need in the way his lips moved against your own- so tender yet so deep, it could almost pass off as a confession of love. You don't let yourself get too wrapped up in the thought, trying not to get ahead of yourself. For all you knew, he was just horny and in need of a quick fuck.

"hey" his voice is soft, like he can hear your thoughts, and you want nothing more than for him to kiss you again.

"hi" you whisper, breathlessly.

"let's get you home, yeah?"

He pats your head, smoothing out the disheveled strands, and kisses your forehead. You're at a loss for words, once again, as his actions take you by surprise. You thought this would end with you and him fucking on one of the benches or on the floor, but he was taking you home?

"do you not want me?" your voice is small. It pulls at his heartstrings painfully so and his expression softens.

"I want you more than anything. I mean it. But not like this."

The slight furrow in your brows makes it easy for him to read your confusion, and he continues.

"I want to worship you. Properly. This is no place for that, don't you agree?"

This man isn't real. He can't be, come on. There's no way he looks that good, talks the way he does, AND wants to what- "worship" you? Your mind reels with the weight of his words, and for a second, you let yourself slip into the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he feels for you the way you do him.

Maybe, he's in love.

A year of 'friendship' will do that to a girl...

"gyu I-"

"let's talk at home, okay doll?"

You nod dumbly and let him lead you outside to his car.

You'd been in here a countless number of times, but now? With the faint glow of the moon on his sweaty skin and the desperation in his eyes, as he rushed to get you home, you're on top of the world.

His hand reaches over to squeeze your thigh when he sees it bounce up and down, reassuring you instantly to soothe that burning mind of yours. When you look over, you his side profile- illegally handsome, by the way- and sigh. 'This is nice' you think to yourself, letting go, letting yourself be loved however he shows it.

A few minutes pass, his hand leaves occasionally to change gears, but always finds its way back, inching higher and higher each time. Daringly you shift forward and his fingers graze the space between your legs, which earns a sharp groan on his end.

"I can feel it through your shorts goddamnit" he grits, sliding his fingers all over, cupping your pussy through the fabric.

He sucks in a deep breath, releasing it shakily, and mutters a quick "thank god" when he pulls into your apartment. He yanks his seatbelt off, running over to your side of the car, before opening your door and scooping you into his arms- bridal style.

You yelp, but he quickly silences it with a kiss, kicking the door closed as he clicks on the lock.

"put me down" you giggle, snuggling into his chest like a puppy does with its favorite human. He rolls his eyes and pulls you closer, protectively, and carries you into the elevator.

The familiar ding hits your ears and he steps out still carrying you- and walks over to your door.

"keys" he groans, "I need the keys"

"they're in my pocket"

"no problemo"

His hand slides from under your knee to the curve of your ass, feeling around for something sharp, unable to find any such object.

"they're not here"

"check again"

And his hand begins it's search, cupping and squeezing your ass, earning a short-breathed chuckle from you.

"doll, they're not-"

He stops when he sees the playful grin on your face as you dangle a set of keys in front of his eyes.

"naughty fucking girl you are" he scoffs, hoisting you up again as he unlocks the door.

You're in. Inside the house. At night. Alone with Mingyu.

Suddenly everything becomes real, and you look at him, smiling down at you softly.

"are you sure about this?" you ask him, meekly.

"hey, that's my line"

You laugh, smacking his chest and let him carry you to the bedroom. The fact that he already knew his way around made you blush, funnily enough. The familiarity made this feel like you were his and he was yours already.

He placed you on your bed, delicately like you were going to break if he wasn't careful. His eyes ran over your body shamelessly, but the look he adorned was that of pure adoration and awe. It made you nervous.

"you'll kill me if you keep staring like that," you say, teasing him slightly, recalling the comment he made at the gym.

"like what" he grins, and you feel a smile tug at your lips.

He kneels in front of the bed and slips off your sneakers one by one, deft fingers untying the intricate knots on the surface. As he slid them off he made sure to graze his fingertips against the sensitive skin of your ankle ever-so-slightly, leaving goosebumps in the path they traveled. Once they were off, he tossed them aside, looking intensely at you to gauge your emotions.

The breathlessness evident on your face was validation enough, and he continued.

Taking hold of one of your feet, he presses light, feathery kisses on your inner ankle, while his other hand reaches up to interlock your fingers with his. Relishing in the way your breath hitches when his lips connect with the neglected skin, he places one last soft kiss before crawling onto the bed, slowly, teasing you knowing damn well how badly you need him.

The movements are slow but intentional, each motion bringing him closer and closer, until he hovers over you, caging your body under his.

"god you're beautiful" he blurts, unable to control himself. You turn away bashfully, only to have your face tipped back towards his.

"don't hide," your expression softened at his words, "not from me, okay angel?"

A smile plays at your lips and you pull him in by the collar of his shirt, locking lips once again. He groans into your mouth as your hands roam the broad surface of his back, nails digging into the grooves of his sculpted muscles.

"fuck let's get this off, yeah?"

Slowly, fuck he's such a tease, he lifted your sports bra off, 'accidentally' running his thumbs over your nipples as he did.

Your body jolts at the sudden stimulation, pleasure running down your spine like electricity. The breaths you didn't realize you were taking for granted all this while suddenly seemed laborious under his touch, and your mouth slipped open to ease your lungs. Sweet, sweet oxygen. The burning in your lungs seems to cool for a second, and you sigh.

"gyu" you mumble, watching him toss the cloth aside.

His gaze, now back on you, falters when he sees your bare chest. Brows scrunching slightly in the middle, he takes in a shaky breath as his limbs carry him to you as if under some sort of spell.

"oh my god" he breathes, "oh my fucking god- you'll be the death of me"

Feverishly, his hands slide up your body, cupping your breasts in his large hands. He kneads them, climbing back on top of you to capture your lips in his once again. A soft moan escapes you when he tugs your lower lip, nipping at the tender flesh, quickly slipping his tongue into your mouth. He was a rapper. Obviously, he's good with that damn tongue of his. You hated how your core tightened from just kissing alone- fuck if he continued you'd probably cum right then and there, moaning into his mouth as he swallows up your sounds greedily.

"mmm fuck"

Your back arches when he moves his lips to your jaw, trailing kisses up to your ear before he whispers-

"what do you want from me"

"you know what I want from you"

"do I?" he teased, gently grazing his teeth along the shell of your ear.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, a dull thud sounding over and over, a familiar song you heard long ago. His lips press soft kisses where his teeth left off, and you could swear this was the end for you. Mingyu seemed so aware, so present in the moment, it made your heart swell. It's been a while since you felt this way, hell you aren't sure if you've ever felt this way...

"sweetheart?"

You look up at him, hovering above you as he holds his weight on those gorgeous arms of his.

"you alright?"

"m perfect," you slur, "feel so good right now"

"damn right you are- so fucking perfect for me"

He kisses you deeply, with passion, with hunger, and you whine louder than anticipated, turning red instantly. Your ears and cheeks heat up, embarrassment painted across your pretty face. Mingyu seems far too pleased with himself.

"oh, angel, don't- fuck you're so cute like this"

You shut your eyes tight and shake your head, still glaringly red. He sighs, lips curling at the corners.

The fucker was smirking.

"how about I stop teasing, hm? I think you've been good"

"mhm" you nod desperately.

"say it. use your words," his voice is assertive and low, dangerously so, "you've been a good girl for me so far, haven't you doll?"

A moan slips past your lips at his words, and you nod again, mind swiped of any other thought.

"I- fuck, I've been- good" you choke out, chest heaving even though he has yet to touch you.

"that's it, that's my girl"

The bed dips to the side, and you feel his weight leaving the mattress. Walking back to your feet, he kneels again, hooking his arms under your thighs to pull off the remaining athleisure. All you had left were white lace panties, a tiny, tiny, bit of fabric preserving your dignity. He groans at the sight- you had soaked through them completely, arousal coating your inner thighs.

"so fucking wet for me," he mumbles into your thigh, biting down to stifle a groan you suspect he'd been holding back for far too long.

"you like it that much when I call you that? when I call you a good girl?"

"please"

"please?" he echoes.

"please" you say, a little louder, desperation so evident the blind could see it.

Mingyu laughs, clearly pleased with the state you're in.

"so fucking pretty when you beg"

"mingy-oh my god-"

Without warning, he licks a stripe up your clothed sex, and the feeling sends you yearning for more right away. He eases your underwear off, shoving them into his back pocket, and dives right in.

No one has ever made you feel this way before. Not a fucking soul.

The way his lips cradled your sensitive bud, tongue flicking up and down- gentle, but firm- drove you insane. Your mouth hung open, sharp breaths leaving unevenly. His tongue felt fucking electric. Like he knew your body better than you did yourself. A couple minutes in and you can already feel an orgasm building deep in your stomach, a wave of heat ready to crash.

"m-more," you stutter, "please"

"would this be okay?" he asks innocently, detaching himself for a second to show you his thick, veiny hands.

Before you can agree, he slips a digit into you, tongue returning to your sensitive clit right away. His finger coils up inside you, reaching for the spot you'd like most.

It shouldn't surprise you how easily and quickly he finds it, pressing up immediately, but it does. A choked moan leaves your throat, the loudest one thus far, and your eyes shoot down to his in shock.

"how-"

"I know my way 'round here doll, I own this after all, don't I?"

His words are just enough to send you over the edge, and you tremble as he continues to finger you, helping you ride the wave till you stop spasming.

"so g- fuck you feel so good"

He slips his finger out, bringing it to his lips to lap up your juices. The sight of his tongue darting over his fingers has you whimpering pathetically, in need of something more already. Drinking in the sight of him on his knees for you, you soon realize something. His clothes were still on.

"wanna see you" you mumble, "please"

In a swift motion, his shirt's off and his toned torso is on complete display. The deep divots of his abs have you drooling and you find yourself wanting to bite into them and claim him as your own.

"so you do think I'm hot" he smirks as he gauges your reaction.

"get over yourself ugh"

"not when I've got a fucking goddess in bed with me"

"shut up" you roll your eyes. His eyes narrow at you, slight aggression in his tone-

"yeah, I'm gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you. right fucking now."

You reach out to feel his abs but he smacks your hand away, smirking slyly. He runs his hand down his chiseled body, and god you wish those were your hands touching him. The upward quirk of his lips told you that he knew how badly you wanted to touch him. He knew the effect his body had on you.

"can't touch me yet baby," he smirked lazily, "gotta earn it- gotta prove to me how good you can be, hm? gotta take this thick fucking cock like a good little slut- you can do that for me, can't you doll?"

You whimpered, spreading your legs for him greedily and he moans at the sight. Your sopping folds were on display, only for him to see. All of you was on display only for him to see.

"that's it- so fucking needy" He shoved off his sweats.

Breathing heavily, he crawled over you, slow like an animal stalking his prey. The tip of his cock peeked out of his boxers and your mouth watered at the sight, waiting eagerly to see it in all its glory.

He laughed dryly at your reaction. He found you so damn cute. All needy and cock drunk for him. Him alone.

His boxers were soon pushed off, hardened cock springing free right away.

Shit.

He was huge. Thick and veiny and long- fuck so long he'd be able to kiss your cervix right away. Unable to tear your gaze away from it, you bit your lip in anticipation, a mixture of fear and excitement flashing through your bright eyes.

"h- you're so big," you whispered, "so fucking big-"

He grins, sadistically almost.

"that pretty pussy of yours will make room for me though, won't it?" You gasp. Of course, it will, fuck you'd do anything for him. Anything.

"anything for you- anything to feel you in me"

Those words of yours seem to be it for him, and he holds his cock in his hand, slapping it against your clit so you feel his weight.

"this?" he prods, "you want this in you angel?"

Yes. God yes. Your body screams, aches for him. You fucking need this. You need him. Your mind clouds with lust, and you chant his name like a prayer. How badly you needed him- needed his cock to fill you up real good. Fuck if he would just get on with it and stop teasing already, you were so wet for him.

Your prayers are answered, when you feel his tip slide in, slowly, stretching you out in a way no man ever has before. Your pussy tightens as he fills you so deliciously. Locking your eyes onto the way he slid into your pussy, you moaned when you realized that he wasn't even halfway in yet. How you were going to accommodate for his sheer size was beyond you, but god did you feel good with every inch he sunk further.

"min-gy- oh my god" you shuddered, already feeling your stomach tighten when all he'd done was ease himself into you.

"fuck I'm not even all the way in yet" he groans at the way you clench around him.

"please-" Your voice is hoarse and loud.

You grab onto his arm, digging your nails into the hard flesh. Those were leaving marks, for sure.

"more, gyu please"

"fuck," he shivered, bottoming out right away as your back arched under him, "two taps on my thigh if you want me to stop, okay?"

You nod, squirming under him as he starts to move. His thrusts are slower than you expected, but god are they powerful. You'd always expected him to be a hard and fast kind of guy but evidently, he likes to take his fucking time. The bed shook with each thrust, quivering under him just the way you were. The thick, hard vein running along the underside of his cock rubs against your walls so good, you feel your eyes glass over.

"cock's so good it has you crying? hm?" he grunts out, thrusting upward into you, as he leans back into you for a kiss.

His eyes fluttered shut as your lips connected, and he licked at the seam of your mouth for entrance. Glad to oblige, you open up, a moan slipping out before he muffles it with his tongue. He explored the hollow of your mouth, trailing over your tongue like a man starved. You'd stopped breathing for a bit, completely captured by the way he flooded your senses.

His mouth was on your own, dick still thrusting away inside you, chest heaving against yours- he was everywhere.

A hand made its way down to your clit, thumbing tight circles into the oversensitive nub. You moaned, your own hand chasing his to hold his wrist in place. He let out a shallow groan, feeling the way you clamped down around him right away.

"fuck" he rasped, "that's- fuck you're good, so good for me angel" His hips stuttered, cock twitching inside you, and your walls tightened further, ready for release.

"ca-n I cum," you begged, tears pricking at your eyes as his gaze locked onto you, "please gyu"

"cum on my cock doll, fuck, I'm so close- so close you feel so fucking good"

You squeeze him, coming undone at his words, moans dripping past your lips uncontrollably as your back arched- spine tingling from the pleasure.

He followed soon after, pulling out just as he came, hot white ropes shooting out over your stomach. The noises he made were borderline pornographic- the most perfect, erotic groans you'd ever heard, and you could've sworn you heard him whimper just after he pulled out. His body slumped beside yours, arm draped around your waist.

A minute passed in silence. All you could hear was his steadying breath as he tried to regain his composure. You sighed, holding onto the arm around you.

"fuck"

"fuck," he echoed, sighing satisfactorily "c'mere let's get you cleaned up angel"

Gently, he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you so tenderly you could melt. He made his way over to the bathroom, setting you down at the side of the tub as he ran you a bath. While the tub took its time filling up, Mingyu snagged a soft hand towel from your rack and ran it under the tap before wiping you down with the warm cloth. His actions were wordless, save for a few compliments he threw your way seeing how you shone under his touch.

His eyes, however, spoke a language of their own, the string connecting your gaze and his staying taut constantly.

'I love you.' they seemed to be saying, louder and louder despite his silence. There was a desperation in those eyes you couldn't seem to place. A longing.

Your bath was ready. Mingyu shut off the water, and eased you in, feeling how you relaxed in its warmth. He smiled softly, getting in with you right away. You could get used to this... How tenderly he held you against his chest, rubbing soothing circles into your back and shoulders. It almost made you feel special. Almost.

You still couldn't seem to shake the thought that this was a one-night-only affair. That he wasn't in love the way you were. That he would leave.

"y/n" he said, "there's something I'd like to ask you"

"go ahead 'm listening gyu"

"how do you feel-" he started, hesitating when your shoulders tensed, "how do you feel about me?"

"I-"

The words wouldn't come out.

'I love you. I've loved you for so long. I want to be yours Mingyu, I want to fall asleep with you every night and wake up with you every morning. I want to hold your hand and know that this is real- that it's you and me against the world. I want you. To be touched by you, to be loved by you.'

Your throat closed up and the tears you didn't realize you were holding back rolled down your cheeks. Alarmed, Mingyu cupped your face quickly, thumbs swiping away the tears.

"I'm sorry- fuck I'm so sorry this is too soon isn't it?" his panicked, almost guilty voice rang in your ears. "I shouldn't have assumed you felt the same, I'm so sorry y/n"

Wait what?

"you- but I- what?"

The tears had stopped. Your eyes were fixed on his guilty ones.

"I assumed you liked me too"

"too?"

"yes, too. I've liked you since forever- I thought you knew 'cause of how obvious I made it"

"too?" You were dumbfounded. Your mouth felt dry. Your heart thudded against the confines of your ribs. Your lips crashed into his, desperately, passionately.

Taken aback by the sudden kiss, a surprised gasp left Mingyu's lips.

"I like you too, idiot, love you, even" you mumbled against his lips, before he pulled you in once again for a longer, deeper kiss, just like the one you first shared.

Your breaths enmeshed, becoming one, hands holding onto one another desperately. The steady thud in your chest matched his own and you knew this was real.

"I love you more," his eyes shine with such devotion and awe, you feel the air knocked out of your lungs.

You run a finger along his defined chest, earning a shiver in response, and whisper;

"show me, then,"

A sly smile quirks up his lips and he lowers his head into the crook of your neck.

"only if you say please"

#seventeen #mingyu #mingyu smut #kim mingyu #smut #seventeen smut

[chelscait]

leah or alexia with fem!f1 reader? people assume r is straight until she HARD launches at the paddock kissing her gf. reader is also more of an intimidating, scarier driver who people see immediately melt w her gf!! could be at silverstone or barca?

just that person. | Leah Williamson

(I have not named what team and co the reader is with.. so, you can make it up- I felt that adding them to Red Bull would be controversial to you Mercedes fans or others who hate red bull- also, how can you hate red bull?)

"What's with that face, baby?"

Your eyes flickered towards your slumped girlfriend as you pulled yourself into your race suit, letting it hang at the waist as you focused on getting ready for qualifying. She huffed as she dropped her phone in her lap, laying her head back against the snug sofa that the team had put in your driver's room.

"They're talking about you, and you know who again.." She pouted at you when you couldn't help but smile at your jealous girlfriend, pulling your hair over one shoulder as you made your way towards her.

"You know nothing is going on.. I'm all yours, and best of all, you're all mine." You spoke as your fingers came to lift her head to face you in your standing position, bending down to place a soft kiss on her lips.

"They don't know that."

"I know, and I'm sorry I'm keeping you a secret, but you have to understand that anything could change everything in this sport. Especially for me." Your words didn't deem much of a reaction out of the blonde. Sighing, you placed yourself next to her while patting your lap to urge her to come closer to you. 

She shuffled over until her bare thigh met your clothed one and laid her head on your chest, your fingers finding home in her hair as they coaxed through her curled strands. 

"I love you." You whispered, your tone casually slipping into your loving one- the only one you use for the blonde and the only person you use it for. Years of trying to make it into the racing business changed your exterior into a hard, not-to-fuck with one, and Leah is the only one that encouraged you out of it. "I'm gonna secure P1 for you, my girl."

She raised her head to face you, biting her lip as she took you all in. The fireproofs you had on protected and shaped your every curve, and she couldn't help but place her hand down on your chest once she sat up, moving closer to your lips as she adjusted herself to straddle you. Her lips teased yours as you tried to connect them, smiling to herself as your hand gripped the back of her head and forced her towards you.

Both your hands roamed each other's bodies, trying desperately hard not to rip her outfit apart as she fiddled with the zip of your fireproofs. "I don't have long.." 

She moaned as you flipped to lay on top of her, "You can make it quick." 

Your movements sped up when she whispered in your ear, halfway pulling her trousers down when you heard a certain someone bang at your door. "Y/N! I know what you are doing, and now is not the time. Get ready!"

Lowering your head in embarrassment, you went completely still before flopping on top of the blonde underneath you. Herself giggling slightly as you tucked your face into her neck, "I think you need to go, my love.." 

You sighed and pushed yourself up, not standing before helping Leah get suitable. Only doing so when you hear your trainer knock on the door once again, "Y/N!"

"Kay!" You shot back before moving back to Leah, who stopped you in your tracks. "I'm okay; go and get pole for me."

You ignored her as you stepped closer, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before rushing out the door and leaving her in the hospitality, assuming she knew where she was going once she was decent.

Racing at Silverstone was your all-time favourite thing to do- the one chance you got to show your skills in front of a home crowd, and the one time a year you got to prove to them that you were a racing driver. A Formula 1 racing driver.

It took you gallons of blood, sweat, and tears to be able to get a position in the job you love, so every race was taken as seriously as you could make it. The British GP not any different from the rest.

This time, however, it wasn't just the crowd you wanted to be proud of but also the blonde footballer that was most likely making her way to the garage as you slipped on your helmet- never having felt so much pressure to make that happen. 

A pair of hands slapped your shoulders, knocking you out of your trance from where you stared at the telecoms in front of you. "Alright, Miss GB? Nervous?"

You scoffed jokingly, "Why would I be nervous? Come on now."

Turning, you came face-to-face with your team principal, raising an eyebrow at him as he adorned a cocky grin on his face- always so proud of his two star drivers. If there was one person you could trust with your life, it would be him, which is why you chose to sign a contract with this special team. 

"That's my girl. Go easy on your teammate this time, okay? It doesn't matter which one of you gets the pole, no matter how much I know you will be securing it." He whispered the last bit before tapping the top of your helmet and leading you towards the car, your focus drifting from his muttering when you noticed Leah at the back of the garage. 

She gave you a nervous thumbs up, which you returned with a curt nod before stepping into the car and getting with it once again.

As predicted, you took pole like a piece of piss- 2 tenths of a second clear of your teammate- and you couldn't have been happier as you jumped out of your car once you had parked it behind the bold number 1. Thankful for your helmet covering the vulnerable look on your face.

Stripping it off when you managed to contain the grin on your face, you placed it down on the little podiums and replaced it with your cap before you felt an arm wrap around your neck, jostling you around. 

Your teammate was just as elated as you were as he secured P2. His touch was uncomfortable around you, already knowing the millions of tweets that it was going to cause as you chatted with the two boys. Discretely, you knocked his arm off of your shoulders before taking the bottle of water and gulping it down.

"At this rate, we're going to win every race." He spoke as you were both left alone on the sidelines waiting to be interviewed, glancing at him as you watched it be held. "Hopefully equally.. you just have to let me win tomorrow, as you are currently on 5 wins and I'm on 4. It's only fair." 

"You wish." You smiled as you crossed your arms. "You just need to be a tiny bit better than you'll make it; you were too slow around most corners.. pussy."

"Hey, I'm just being cautious; I don't plan to retire any time soon because of medical reasons from a 100G crash."

"That's why I am better." You shrugged, covering your mouth as you elicited a giggle at his offended face, forgetting about the cameras around you.

"Just you wait.." 

You 'oooed' sarcastically as he was called up to his interview, himself sticking the finger up at you, before busying yourself by unzipping your race suit and tying it at the waist, waiting for your own turn.

With a pole position tyre in hand, you made your way back through the paddock towards your team's hospitality, occasionally stopping for some fans, before finding your girlfriend on her phone sitting outside with your trainer, deeply frowning at whatever she was looking at. 

"Hey. I haven't seen you." You spoke, your voice twinged slightly as you were out of breath, placing your new award on the table and sitting down. She glanced up at you as you sat waiting for her attention, "Congrats." 

Your eyes squinted at the blonde as she didn't give you the light of day, your head turning towards your trainer as he just shrugged- always without a clue and always not giving a shit before leaving you and Leah alone. 

"I got P1 just for you.." You mumbled, hesitantly pushing the memorabilia towards her with an awkward smile. "I think you're my lucky char-"

She sighed obnoxiously loud, leaning her elbows on the table as she stayed studying her phone. If there was one thing you hated more in the world, it was feeling belittled and ignored, and Leah was doing a damn good job at it. 

Pulling your chair in further, you lean closer to her. "What the hell is your problem?" 

"Nothing." 

"Then why are you being a brat and ignoring me?"

She shrugged as she kept eye contact with you before going back to her phone, not being able to touch the screen with her thumb before you snatched it out of her hold. "Hey!"

You didn't need to look twice before glaring back at her. "Seriously? I told you to ignore it."

"Well, I can't ignore it when it's right in front of me, in real life." She gritted, keeping the volume low to not attract the public's attention while seizing her phone back from your hand. "All over every single screen, all over every social media."

"You are so jealous. It's unbelievable. Tell me one good reason why I would have a relationship with my teammate- one good reason why I would cheat on you." 

"I don't know! Maybe you're just that person." Your mouth hung open as she spat back, shoving her chair away as she stood up and walked off. You couldn't let her get away with what she said. Well shouted, and with uncertain glances towards the people around you, you followed after her.

"Leah!"

She ignored you as she headed towards the exit, although you easily caught up to her and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to you before you smashed your lips against hers. She immediately melted against you as she got what she wanted. Before she saw the look on your face as you pulled back, her smile completely dropped as she looked at you like an innocent puppy.

"You do make it hard for me; never say something like that again."

hi again it’s me, writing.. because that’s what this blog is for.. silly me.

#caits little fics #woso #leah williamson #woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #woso oneshots #woso fanfics #leah williamson x reader #wlw #woso ficlets

[kitasgloves]

boyfriend! SAKUSA KIYOOMI who's unaware about how his gaze softens when he sees you interact with children. Your playful and welcoming demeanor charmed every kid you came into contact with. He just stares tenderly at the way you play with kids, taking care of them, and making sure they're happy.

Sakusa was never a fan of children but that doesn't mean he's cruel to them. Albeit awkward, but he doesn't intentionally scare them off. Seeing you getting along with children gives him a mixture of envy and pride. The more often he sees it, his perceivement of you begins to morph differently.

When you had to babysit your co-worker's son, Sakusa reluctantly offers to help. Fortunately, the child wasn't rowdy so he didn't develop any headache.

"Ki, can you watch over him? I'm going out to buy some groceries"

Sakusa nods. He and the kid waves goodbye as they both stare back at the television filled with cartoons. During a commercial, Sakusa can feel the boy's curious gaze on him.

"Mister Kiyoomi?"

"...Yes?"

"Are you [Name]'s boyfriend?"

"Yes"

"You're very lucky"

The boy replies, now it's Sakusa's turn to be curious. He looks at the kid with a raised brow.

"How come?"

"Well, she's very nice and pretty. She takes good care of me so much so she must take good care of you too!"

"Well, you're right, kid"

"[Name] tells me you play volleyball as a job, you must be very good!"

"Of course I am"

"Can you please teach me how to play volleyball?"

Flabbergasted but amused, Sakusa agrees to teach the kid to play the sport. When you return, you find Sakusa and the boy playing volleyball in the backyard with gleeful smiles on their faces.

Since then, Sakusa has looks forward to babysitting the kid. You've noticed how close they have become. The boy would greet him by running to him and hugging him then he'd pick him up in his arms, which was a pretty big deal considering your boyfriend was openly not a fan of kids. You'd catch them talking for hours, sometimes the boy would sit on Sakusa's lap. It was incredibly endearing, you're afraid your heart is going to burst out of your chest.

Sakusa doesn't dare admit it, but he's convinced he's developing some sort of baby fever. He keeps getting scenarios in his head involving him, you, and a tiny human. That tiny human would share both his and your traits. They'll babble and cling to you and him until they learn how to form sentences, play with other children, get to school, finish college, and getting married.

Woah, slow down there Kiyoomi

First off, he should be the one getting married first. However, he couldn't stop thinking about raising a child with you. It got concerning to the point that he doesn't get disgusted about changing diapers. He thinks he's not ready to become a father. There's so much to do. He needs to buy a ring and get on one knee, kiss you at the altar, then give you his last name.

"When are you and [Name] going to have a baby?"

Sakusa chokes on his tea when your co-worker's son asks him out of the blue. Thankfully, you were gone to buy some snacks. He feels himself get red all over. The kid wasn't even fucking with him, he looked genuinely curious.

"...I don't think we're going to have one"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not ready to be a dad"

"But you already act like a dad to me, Kiyoomi-san"

"...Really?"

"Yeah! I bet your kid is going to be happy to have you as a dad!"

The boy beamed at him and he internally melts. It felt like a switch has been flipped as all form of logic went out of the window. As your co-worker comes to pick up their son later, Sakusa picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He starts peppering you with kisses.

"Hey, why are being so lovey-dovey right now, Ki?"

"Nothing..."

"I know you, Sakusa Kiyoomi"

You poke his forehead, he pouts and buries his face against your chest.

"Can I ask you a question, love?"

"Shoot"

"Do you want to start a family with me?"

When Sakusa kooks up, there's bewilderment in your features. He purses his lips, he thinks he might've said something wrong. All of a sudden, your hand rests on his cheek as your eyes softened.

"I would love to start a family with you, Kiyoomi"

"I think I'm ready to be a dad. I got some training from the babysitting"

You laugh as you playfully pinch his cheek. He could spend an eternity like this.

"I think you'd be a wonderful dad, babe"

"Yeah? You mean it?"

"Of course, love"

You softly reassured him with a pet on his dark curls. As he smiles lovingly at you, he's already orchestrating a plan in his head. The perfect engagement ring, a flawless wedding, a romantic honeymoon, baby names, a cradle, baby formula, diapers, and a crying baby. He's especially thinking of sex positions that would knock you up successfully.

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa kiyoomi x reader

[yujinslovr]

DAY 10 : gp!chaewon and minju x fem!reader

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

CW: double penetration, dub con?, degradation, creampie, oral, lmk if there's anything else!

word count: 3,514

a/n: 8.397 inches long, 3.95 inches wide, salmon pink tip (#fa8076 to be exact), warm beige shaft (#ddbd9e) trimmed, and curves to the left slightly

kim chaewon and kim minju, everyone on campus knew of them, the famous kim's. the two girls had been childhood friends and were the campus crushes, the soccer captain and co-captain. they were both known as players in and out of the field, breaking hearts was nothing but a game to them. they got away with anything and everything they did, they were the pride of the school, their amazing skill in the field leading the school to endless victories. after graduation, the duo was set to go into the national leagues. not only were they insanely hot, their bodies toned due to the constant practice that was required in order to excel in their sport, but their parents were also the main funders of the school. they both came from some of the most prestigious families in all of south korea. due to their parents funding and their insane soccer skills, the both of them would get away with anything and everything. showing up to class was an option for them, all they needed to say was they were practicing and they’d get away scot free. 

chaewon and minju had never been denied by anyone, they had everyone begging to be with them. when chaewon saw you sitting on a couch at one of the parties yena hosted, she was stunned by your beauty. she had never seen you before, but she’d make sure to get to know you in more ways than ones. she confidently approached you and slid an arm over your shoulders gaining your attention. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?” chaewon said in her usual confident tone. 

You shrugged her arm off, “maybe I want to be alone.” 

chaewon knew girls of your kind, a smirk spread across her face, knowing you were just playing hard to get. “I think i can change your mind on that.” chaewon said in a smug tone. “i’m kim chaewon.” she said, holding her hand out for you to shake. 

“i know.” everyone knew the famous kim chaewon, her along with her best friend kim minju had their faces plastered all over campus. it was practically impossible to not know the name, seeing as not only was she the biggest person on campus, but her family was also one of the biggest in south korea, you’d have to live under a rock to not know her. along with her name came her reputation, she was famous for playing with girls’ hearts and you did not want to be added to her list of fucks.

“can i get your name, pretty?” she said with a chuckle at your words, you knowing her only solidified her thought that you wanted her. 

“look, i'm really not interested and i’d appreciate it if you left me alone.” you said in your calmest voice, not trying to sound like a bitch but also quickly getting annoyed.

chaewon didn’t let your words affect her, she knew you wanted her, everyone did. “look-” she clearly mocked. “i know girls like you, and i understand your little game of back and forth but frankly I'm getting a bit bored. what do you say we go back to my place and you can get what you really want.” chaewon’s hand found its place on your upper thigh, giving it a little squeeze to emphasize her words. 

“wow, you’re such a fucking douche.” and with that you stood up silently fuming as you walked out of the house. you wish you could’ve punched her right then and there but you didn't want to cause a scene and you’d definitely get bodied. so you chose the smarter option, and decided to walk back to your dorm which was luckily not that far of a walk.

chaewon stayed where she was on the couch, fuming on the inside in embarrassment. she had never been rejected and she wasn't about to let you be her first, she’d make sure to get you. minju, who had witnessed the whole thing from a distance, came over laughing at chaewon. “wow, did i really just witness kim chaewon getting rejected?” 

“shut up.” chaewon sneered, her pride hurt at the fact that you really rejected her. 

“I think you might be losing your charm.” minju said in a chuckle, still not over the fact that chaewon really got rejected. “let's make a bet actually, i think I'm interested in her too. lets see who can get in her pants first.” 

and with that it started

you didn't know how, but somehow both of the famous kims seemed to have gotten your schedule. ever since you left that party a couple weeks ago the duo had not left you alone, both of them constantly throwing pick up lines and just trying to woo you in general. it was honestly so annoying and bothersome, the two were waiting outside of your every class and would constantly be following you around. you tried to reject them, but they just didn't seem to get the memo. hell, you even reported them to the office for harassment yet as expected the school didn't do anything, at most giving them a small ‘don't do it again’.

today was the homecoming game, and you were originally going to stay in your dorm room, and maybe watch a movie. but you had reluctantly been dragged out of your dorm by your best (and only) friend wonyoung. her girlfriend was on the team and so she obviously went to all the games, but since this was the last one of the semester and against SMU, one of your schools biggest competitors, she wanted you to be there with her. 

you had never been interested in sports before, so you didn't really understand all that was happening. but you understood that the game was very intense, judging by the scores displayed on the jumbotron, SMU was very very close in score, and you could see how stressed out minju and chaewon looked. they had never lost a game a day in their life and they werent gonna start now. you didn't think you’d originally be very interested in what was going on in the game, you assumed you’d be using your phone throughout the whole game. now that you were actually at the game and watching, you couldn't seem to remove your eyes from the field, thoroughly invested in the game. you were sitting at the edge of your seat, your legs jumping up and down. 

it was during halftime, when everyone took a break that minju noticed you, she went up to chaewon, pointing in your direction. chaewon’s eyes widened, just like minju’s did when she saw you, the both of them shocked to see that you came. it was like seeing you lit something in both of them, after making eye contact and winking at you the duo were on fire, quickly largening the score difference. everytime chaewon made a shot, she’d send you a look, as if boasting yet still asking for her reward. 

before you knew it, the game had ended. minju and chaewon both being the stars of the night, for saving the team from having their first loss. wonyoung had asked you if you could wait outside the locker rooms with her until yujin came out so you all could walk back together. you had been reluctant at first, not wanting to bump into minju or chaewon but wonyoung kept on begging saying that it would be easier since you all lived in the same building. not being able to deny wonyoung’s pout, you now found yourself outside the locker rooms hiding behind wonyoung. 

“God, how much longer will she take?!” you let out exasperated, you had seen probably half the team leave yet yujin was nowhere to be found. 

“she’ll come out any minute, and you're acting like you have better things to be doing.” 

“actually-” you cut yourself off when yujin walked out, minju and chaewon in tow. “god dammit.” you whispered under your breath. 

minju and chaewon had their signature smirks on when they saw you waiting outside. “waiting on us darling?” chaewon said, inching closer and closer to you as you walked backwards. 

“you and yujin can go, we got y/n covered.” minju said, looking at wonyoung as yujin went to pull her away.

you sent a pleading look to wonyoung hoping she wouldn't leave you alone, but wonyoung apparently didn't get the message and instead sent you two thumbs up and a wink. you could strangle wonyoung right now for leaving you between these two douches. 

“look, i was just waiting with wonyoung for yujin, and i’d appreciate it if-” you cut yourself off with a yelp as you felt minju throw you over her shoulder, carrying you inside the locker room. “w-wait what are you guys doing?” 

“well, i mean we just won the homecoming game. don't we deserve a reward?” chaewon said, minju pushing you to your knees in front of chaewon. 

they both pulled down their sweats, revealing their massive cocks. your eyes widened as you switched between looking at minju and chaewon, you had heard the rumors, but seeing it in person you could tell the rumors didn't do them justice. you definitely didn't want to be added to their list of bodies, but seeing chaewon’s cock in front of you, the angry red tip leaking precum you couldn't help but want it. chaewon let out a chuckle at the look on your face, tapping her tip on your lips and smearing your lips with her precum. no matter how much you wanted it, you refused to give her the satisfaction, instead choosing to keep your lips shut, a glint of defiance in your eyes.

with a grunt, chaewon pushed past your closed lips and forcefully entered your mouth. you swirled your tongue around the meat in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to suck. the salty taste of her precum filled your taste buds, it wasn't the good kind of salty but for some reason it had you craving for more. you took your time with her, your hand gripping what wouldn't fit into your mouth while you bobbed your head up and down chaewon’s length. your hand simultaneously found minju’s cock, you rubbed her tip, smearing the precum that was there, giving minju a hand job while you sucked chaewon off. 

minju started to thrust her hips, meeting your hand while chaewon did the same thing, tightening her grip in your hair as she thrusted her hips into your mouth. “f-fuck baby, i always knew you wanted me.” your response couldn't be anything more than muffled moans and gags. the overwhelming feeling of chaewon’s thick cock filling up your mouth was more than enough to bring you to tears. you could feel your jaw grow sore as chaewon used your mouth like a fleshlight. the constant grunts chaewon would let out as she slammed her hips into your face almost felt like a reward, her noises turning you on to no end “f-fuck!” and with one last thrust into your mouth she bottomed out, not stopping till your nose was squished against her pelvis. you could feel the warm semen shooting out into the deepest parts of your mouth. the slightly bitter yet sweet taste filled your senses and you couldn't help but wonder how minju would taste. 

after finishing in your mouth, chaewon moved from in front of you and you dropped your hand that was working minju as she came to stand in front of you. your mouth opening in almost instinct as minju stood in front of you, her cock pointing at you, the tip beading with precum. you couldn't take your eyes off of her, she was a bit longer than chaewon but less girthy. 

minju’s hands tangled themselves in your hair, keeping your head still so that she could thrust in easily. your jaw was sore, and so was the back of your throat from the constant abuse, yet you couldn't seem to pull away. if anything you found yourself wanting more, hollowing out your cheeks as you tasted all of her. “a-always knew you wanted us, this is all sluts like you want.” she grunted out, her balls slapping into your chin with every thrust. chaewon stood to the side, her dick not staying down for long at the sight of minju fucking your face. 

chaewon went up behind you, minju pulling out of your mouth after sharing a look with chaewon. chaewon manhandled you onto the bench in the locker room, standing behind you while minju took her place in front of you. minju shared a look with chaewon, rubbing and slapping her wet cock on your face. minju’s other hand suddenly gripped your hair, pulling your head up to look at her, smirking at your state. your own spit mixed with her precum was spread across your face, your mascara was smudged and so was your lipstick. “mm, such a dirty whore for me aren't you?” not letting you give a response, minju shot chaewon a look and then at the same time minju bottomed out in your mouth while chaewon did the same in your cunt. 

your eyes widened, the feeling of chaewon filling you to the brink with no prep whatsoever had you gasping for air, air which you couldn't inhale seeing as minju was all the way in your mouth. your chokes on minju’s dick became more intense, but she didn't care, not one bit. you were here for her pleasure, she didn't care about what happened to you. she eventually did retract her long fucking cock from your mouth, allowing you not more than a second to inhale before she was back in. 

the vibration of your moans on minju’s dick had her blissed out, her head was thrown back and you couldn't seem to rip your eyes from the sight. you knew they were hot, you had eyes, but seeing minju with her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, and sweat rolling down her neck you couldn't help but be astonished at her beauty. it was all almost too much for you, the way chaewon pounded into you, hitting parts you didn't even think reachable. it was all too much for you to handle, the built up pressure in your lower stomach finally releasing itself. 

if this was any other time, you might’ve been embarrassed for releasing so quick, but minju pulling out of your mouth and painting your face with her cum had you too distracted. the warm sticky fluid covered your face as minju jerked herself off in front of your face. your head was being held up by minju, one hand in your hair and one on herself. not being able to help yourself, you reached a hand up and swiped a finger over your cheek, collecting her cum and sticking it in your mouth. you hummed around your fingers at the taste, instantly craving more; had you known minju tasted this good, you long would’ve given yourself up. 

“what a fucking whore, cant get enough can you? i bet a whore like you would love to be filled up by us daily, have your useless holes put to use.” minju’s degradation was turning you on way more than it should’ve, no longer denying their words but instead nodding rapidly at minju’s words. 

it didn't take long for chaewon to cum either, her following closely after minju. pulling out just to marvel at the sight of your cunt clenching around nothing, her semen dripping out in white globs. despite having just cum, the two soccer players couldn't seem to get it down, the sight of you all ruined for them having a big effect on them. 

minju left from in front of you, going behind you to join chaewon. words weren’t needed for the duo, a simple glance saying everything that needed to be said. minju’s cock was already soaked in your spit, but just to be safe, she reached down to your cunt and scooped some of your cum mixed with chaewon’s and slathered her cock with it. chaewon picked you up, sitting down on the bench and then placing you on top of her, while simultaneously sinking herself back into your snatch. 

minju stayed standing until chaewon shot her a look, lifting you up a bit and spreading your ass cheeks open. you let out a small confused squeak at the action, but still didn't think much of it. not until you felt minju’s tip prodding at your asshole, you weren’t given so much as a heads up before minju shoved herself into the tight ring of muscle. you had taken only a couple people there before, but none of them even came close to not only minju’s length but also her girth. 

the feeling of both minju and chaewon’s monster fucking cocks in you was most definitely too much. you dont think you’ve ever felt this full, you could feel the both of them moving in and out of you. when chaewon would pull out minju would plunge herself in, not giving you even a moment without being full of cock. your hands were clawing at chaewon’s back as you repeatedly moaned out their names, almost like a mantra. you could feel it, it had barely even been a few minutes yet you had never been more sure of this feeling. you tried your best to hold out, but it was just too much the constant full feeling, the way they made sure that not a crevice was left untouched was too much. the feeling of minju reaching around you to grope your breasts was the frosting on the cake. with the feeling of minju twisting your nipple in between her fingers and you could feel the knot in your lower stomach snapping. you came with a high pitched moan, creamy rings of your cum shaping themselves around chaewon’s length. 

the minute you came down from your high, the immediate pain of overstimulation hitting full force. you tried to push yourself off of chaewon, mumbling out ‘wait’, but both minju and chaewon did not care “what happened baby? too much?” chaewon said, her eyes doused in lust, the small glint of faux innocence barely showing in the ocean of lust. 

“t-t’ much… p-please, ‘t hurts..” you mumbled out, tears streaming down your face, the overstimulation too much for you.

“too bad, me ‘n wonnie still haven’t gotten off. maybe if your whore pussy didnt cream so soon this wouldn't be happening..” minju said, you could practically see her mocking pout. 

you could feel a wave of humiliation wash over you at her words. though you weren’t allowed to indulge in your humiliation, as you felt a finger hook itself in your cunt stretching it open as chaewon stilled. your eyebrows furrowed, to fucked out to even begin to understand what was about to happen. It was then that you felt minju shove her whole cock into your already full snatch. “MMPH— i-it hurts! t-too much!” 

you could see the grin on chaewon’s face, satisfied at what they were doing to you and your reaction. “y’know, if you just hadn’t played hard to get this wouldn't be happening, it’s your punishment for even thinking you could reject me. chaewon said, pulling out and pushing herself back in, barely giving you a minute to adjust. 

“f-fuck you’re suffocating me.” minju groaned out, kneading your ass as she finally started to move.  

the fullness you were now feeling, was something much different from how it felt before. you felt as if you were being stretched to your absolute breaking point, as if the two of them were splitting you open. the feeling mixed with how overstimulated you were sent you into overdrive, leaning down to muffle your moans by biting into chaewon’s shoulder. you were sure you drew blood with how hard you were biting, the faint metallic taste in your mouth proof of that. yet you couldn't seem to let that thought sit for even a second, the overstimulation morphing into overwhelming pleasure. 

all the voices and noises seemed to blur out, the only thing you could focus on being the amazing feeling of being split open by two of the biggest cocks you’d ever seen. you had never felt anything this intense. the warm feeling of chaewon shooting her load into you closely followed by minju was your breaking point. everything was just too much, the feeling of finally letting go of the intense built up pressure in your lower stomach was euphoric. 

“holy fucking shit.” you could faintly hear chaewon’s voice as she looked at the mess you had made all over her and minju.

you felt chaewon’s soft hands rubbing your back while minju whispered sweet nothings into your ear trying to calm you down. that was the last thing you felt before losing your consciousness, the exhaustion of all that you had done catching up with you.

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[slut4msby]

don't fuck your co-workers. kuroo tetsurō x fem!reader

+ tags & warnings; heavily suggestive, implied smut, use of the word "slut" like once & reader deffo sleeps around

+ a/n; listen to the title guys, don't fuck ur co-workers pls its not good and this does include dating, it's BAD (been there done that). also this is my longest one-shot yet (wc; 1544) AND first none inarizaki one-shot I AM A CHANGED WOMAN

Don’t fuck your co-workers.

That is the one unspoken rule of the workplace, right? It ruins the dynamic and adds unneeded tension to an already dreaded environment. But what if having sex with your coworkers is the only way to make it to the top. You were smart, you knew that. But more than your brains you had the looks. And even more dangerous, you knew how to use them. Use them to your advantage. Low of you? Maybe. Did it work? Yes. 

You can’t help but let out a sigh at the emails sitting in front of you. Who knew having a job meant you would actually have to do work. Maybe becoming a sugar baby would have been the easier option. As the music plays throughout your headphones, trying to find some motivation to respond to the endless company emails that sit in front of you. Maybe you should just walk out now and marry rich. 

“L/N-san? Are you good?” Your coworker says as he walks past your desk.

Your head darts up, looking at the handsome figure in front of you. Kuroo Tetsurō. One of the men in the building you have yet to sleep with. Kuroo was seen as higher than you in the business, so maybe getting in bed with him would give you a better chance at being the business woman you had dreamt of. 

“Earth to L/N?” Kuroo says again, this time waving his hand to get your attention.

Crap. You had zoned out. You nod your head in response. Kuroo peered down at you with confusion. “Actually, Kuroo-san, can you give me a hand responding to this email? I am unsure what they are asking…” you manage to spit out.

“Oh sure, L/N.” He walks next to you, leaning down looking at your monitor. It was an email from a random sports team. Even Kuroo could agree this email was confusing. As he read the words on the screen, you turned to look at him. He looked hot whilst concentrating. Actually, he had always been hot. But one step at a time, right? 

“Oh I see what they are asking now.” Kuroo then goes on to explain the email and how he would respond. You couldn’t help but look at him through your eyelashes. Maybe you were having too much fun sleeping around in the office. Call it what you want, but it gave you some fun and it was efficient. Almost all of the men fell under your control, all of them but Kuroo Tetsurō.

 You could tell Kuroo was paying attention to what you were doing, and he couldn’t deny his attraction to you. Ever since you were hired. Starting off as the pretty secretary all the men would flirt with on their way in. Leaving you coffee and treats each morning. All of the men but Kuroo, who tried to show zero interest in you. Keeping your relationship strictly professional. It wasn’t because he did want anything to do with you. He wanted everything to do with you. However when you had first walked in the building Kuroo was seeing someone, a lady who would often pop in. She was beautiful, sweet and funny. Everyone loved her. However, you started seeing her less. And eventually not at all. Of course this was strange, you happened to ask Kuroo one morning when he walked in when he casually mentioned their breakup. It was sad, but also gave you an opening. You know you should listen to girl code or whatever, but he was too good to miss out on. Maybe your morals weren’t there, but fuck morals. 

“Ah! I get it now, thanks Kuroo-san.” You say shyly, maybe he liked the more innocent approach? “I’ll finish it off now.” You smile.

“No worries, L/N san.” He responded, “If you need anything else I’ll be in my office.”

Good to know.

You looked at him once again, with an innocent look in your eyes. This worked on everyone else in the building. Why not him? The day continued as you answered emails, all your coworkers leaving the building as the sun went down.

“Bye Y/N!” Your coworker Rin said as he walked past. Now it was just you and Kuroo. After your encounter today you were determined to get something out of him. At this point it didn’t mater if fucking Kuroo lead to a promotion or not. It was more like your personal mission, the only thing to satisfy you. Was it a sexual fantasy? Essentially. I mean Kuroo was toned, he had dark hair and dark eyes. Kuroo exerted a mysterious and intriguing vibe. But on top of that Kuroo was funny, smart, cunning, and powerful. He wasn’t head of the JVA but he was high enough where if you convinced him to put in a good word your business woman fantasy would become more than true. 

You got up from your desk, adjusting your skirt and fiddling with the buttons of your shirt. Each step brings you closer to Kuroo as you knock on the door to his office. “Kuroo-san? Are you still here?” You ask softly, as you slowly open the door you see Kuroo sitting in his seat. His laptop closed. 

“Oh hey L/N-san did you need something? I was just getting ready to go home.” Kuroo replies, staring at you. Staring at you. If he didn’t know any better he would have eaten you alive. Your hair now slightly dishevelled, your blouse slightly unbuttoned leaving your lacy bra and cleavage on display, your skirt hugging your hips perfectly, and the thigh high boots making your legs look ever so sexy. Kuroo swears you didn’t look like this last time he saw you. He had heard rumours of your escapades, seeing you know he didn’t blame the men you toyed with. If he could, he would take you right here right now.

“Oh, I just kinda felt scared and lonely by myself. Pathetic to admit I know…” You admit with a very vulnerable tone. It wasn’t a lie, you were lonely and a little scared. You slowly start walking over to Kuroo’s desk, he slowly gets up and walks towards you closing the gap. “Kuroo-san? Why do you keep calling me L/N-san? You refer to everyone else by their first name? Everyone else refers to me by my first name…”

Kuroo knew the reason. It was so he formed no unneeded attachment to you. He already felt attached. For why? He will never know, since the day he met you even being in a relationship he wanted you. Maybe that was part of the reason Kuroo had broken up with his partner, but who knows? Anyone would be naive to deny the sexual tension between you and Kuroo. Maybe it was finally his time to strike? 

“Well why do you call me Kuroo-san, y/n.” He says his hand now on your face, tilting your head up to look up at him. God he looked good. “You call everyone else their first name.”

“I-I don’t know Ku-Tetsurō.” You can’t help but stutter. You were usually the dominant one but something about him made you weak. He had full control over you right now, and you enjoyed it. You know if someone walked in it would be over. You had fucked multiple co-workers before, never in the office. You weren't sure if Kuroo wanted you like that, right here and right now.

“You know, Y/N I have never been the biggest fan of my name… Yet it sounds so pretty when you say it, princess.” He says moving his face closer to yours. God that nickname made you have butterflies, made you want to give him everything right now. 

“Tetsu-” Kuroo cuts you off.

“But I am not going to act dumb with you right now, sweetheart. I know what you have been up to. I know about Rin, Haru, Emori, Yuto, etcetera. About you being the office slut.” He says into your ear softly. “Don’t think I am like one of them Y/N.”

You weakly nod.

“And you know this is wrong?” Kuroo asks.

Another nod comes out as you look up at him with doe-like eyes.

“So, why do you continue?” Kuroo questions.

“I wanted none of them, none of them satisfied me, Tetsurō.” You weakly admit.

“And you think I can do that?” Kuroo responds.

“I know you can, Tetsurō.” 

Kuroo began kissing up your neck, your arms wrapped around his. He slowly lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist. The kiss now moving to your lips, desperate. You both knew how long you wanted this, since the day you sat down as a secretary. It was even better than he could imagine, your lips soft and tender. You tasted like the watermelon lip balm he would watch you apply. Wishing it was him touching these lips instead.

It was wrong, oh so wrong.

“Tetsu- I need more than this.” You whine, pulling away for some air.

“I know, princess. Why don’t you pack up and we can go home, hm?” 

An offer you couldn’t refuse.

Lets just say, you got that promotion and so much more.

©slut4msby

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[roe-and-memory]

every time someone says cars 3 is the worst cars movie another angel punches me in the stomach and pulls my hair.

this is probably just my intense special interest in the origins of nascar, but that movie feels like such a nice send-off for the main “trilogy”, and yes people can have their own opinions but i NEED to talk about how much this movie means to me

first of all, a major misconception is that lightning quit racing - he DIDNT! this is proven by both the end of the movie (where he says hes obviously going to keep racing) and cars on the road where, in the final episode, cruz and lightning wish each other “goodbye” and say they’ll see each other on the racetrack. he was only cruz’s crew chief for that one season, presumably healing from the trauma of the crash (because lets be real his ass did not mentally recover from that in FOUR MONTHS) and also waiting for a permanent crew chief to take his place.

second.. the sheer amount of detail put into that movie is INSANE. the racing center being shaped like grandstands at a track? fireball beach being both a direct reference to the daytona beach race course and also “fireball roberts”, a 1950s racer (he was actually the reason that firesuits were mandated in the sport), we meet a bunch of 1950s racers as well and just augh.. so good. also, the detail of thomasville being in north carolina is brilliant - N.C is the “racing state”, and thomasville speedway is based off of north wilkesboro, a track that was opened in 1949, and last used in 1996 (aside from the series of races in 2010), and it fell into disrepair. (fun fact, north wilkesboro is reopening in 2024 for the nascar all star race!! they fixed my bbg)

third. cars three brings so much more lore than the first movie did. yes, we knew doc raced in the 50s when the sport was getting its start, but in cars 3? they brought in characters based off of real 1950s racers (doc is based off of herb thomas, smokey is smokey yunick, lou is louise smith, junior is junior johnson, river is wendell scott, and leroy hemming is tim flock) (another reference in the movie is “jocko flockos party supplies” as macks disguise - jocko flocko was tim flocks pet monkey that was the FIRST and only co-driver in the history of the sport. he won a race with his monkey in the car with him :) )

as i was saying, the lore we learn is insane. we learn that lou and river had to fight for their place in the sport, which is similar to what both louise smith and wendell scott experienced in the 50s, they show us accurately how racing worked back then too - they didnt have fancy pits, they had a fence and a pit member with a sign that would tell them to come in the next lap for service. all of these cars are gen 1 nascar, which means that they were strictly stock - they had much more intense pit sessions than any of the other “built for racing” generations have ever needed. i recall watching a race wherein smokey yunick had to change the radiator of one of his racers vehicles mid-race due to a crash.

this isnt everything, but seriously for an animated movie about talking cars, they discuss grief and hardships and handle them so well its insane. i know cruz isnt everyones cup of tea, but (in reference to the flip scene at the end of the movie) watching cruz get shoved into the sport must’ve been insane for lou to watch. she saw herself in that girl. it wasnt some movie about lightning giving up, it was him sharing the torch with another kid who lost their way just like he had.

also i dont cry at movies but i literally bawl my fucking eyes out at the letters scene every time. its PATHETIC (its not im literally tearing up just thinking about it)

#cars 2006 #cars fandom #lightning mcqueen #cars 3 (2017) #pixar cars #doc hudson #louise nash #i seriously love cars 3 so much man #and the animation.. augh…. ITS SO GOOD #this was so much longer than i thought it’d be oops 😭

[chrollohearttags]

I was just re reading the musician eren and model/influencer reader and wanted to know if you were still doing their story or a part 2?

omg idk how long ago this was sent to me but I’m def still working on the story. but since I’m obsessed with this hc all over again, I’m spinning the block on it.

musician Eren with his black influencer wife imagines pt. 1 (how they first met)

cw: fluff mostly, kissing and mentions of alcohol, weed and implied sexual themes

Eren was definitely considered a loner when it came to being in the music industry. Despite having been in it since he was a teen. He was no stranger to the fangirling or the sexualizing and when he was younger, he thought it was funny but now, it annoyed the hell out of him.

because of this, he’d leave his loyal fanbase waiting for months or a year on a new project.

his ass definitely doesn’t use social media like that and when he does, he’s either speaking in riddles or lying for fucking sport just to see people scramble.

regardless of that, he was not only one of the world’s most popular but well versed artists as well. gifted with the ability to sing, rap, play instruments, write and produce..a generational talent for sure.

to him, music was his only love for the longest. he wasn’t interested in dating another pop star or hooking up with random models so the blogs could go tell his business.

that was until he met you..the new age celebrity and the woman who’d change his life!

having being forced into unwillingly doing a club appearance by his agent Mikasa, who’s used to dealing with his annoying, shut-in attitude, tells him he has no other choice or the label will boot his ass out for certain. She also tells him he’ll be co-hosting with you so to be on his best behavior.

he’s a little on the fence because he doesn’t see why you need to be there and how you’d draw out a crowd.

of course, his perception changed when he laid eyes on you for the first time. Instagram photos didn’t do you justice. You were a special type of fine with the prettiest dark skin and a body that most of these girls paid for (but he was shocked to find yours was all natural.)

“….I can’t believe I’m getting to meet THE Eren Jaeger in the flesh. It’s an honor..I’m a huge fan.” Naturally, he thinks you’re just being nice and doesn’t really pay it much attention but as the night goes on, he realizes that you were right.

he performs a couple of songs, both recent and old; ones only his true fans would remember and he’s shocked to look over and see that you not only know every word but we’re shouting the lyrics to the top of your lungs like a fangirl. (and even throwing ass on him couple of his raps, which made him almost forget his own words for a second!)

he’s in disbelief that this beautiful woman, who he figured to be just another industry plant fucks with him this heavily. He didn’t even realize he was still so popular or that you’d even like his music.”

when you get on the mic and not only blow him a kiss but give him his flowers as well, he’s so happy and flattered. Especially when the crowd does the same.

that only becomes more so when the two of you spend the rest of your night, chopping it up in the rented section. you tell him how you’d been a dancer first and then transitioned into a model.

he realized that you both had a lot in common when it came to your stances on the music game. You too preferred to stay out the way and baby, was this man SMITTEN. from your sweet little voice to the way you looked at him, he hadn’t felt that way in a long time.

he’s laughing at your jokes and you’re doing the same. You both spot a fan in the crowd, taking pictures and ready to run to the internet with them so like the troll he is, he pretends to kiss you, running a hand up your thigh and plays up the moment. “Let’s give their asses something to tweet about…”

this man starts spitting game too and you can’t believe this is real. you don’t stop him either because this man was so fine and one of your few celebrity crushes.

when he realizes that you’ve done your performances and things are getting heavy between y’all, he’s ready to dip but hoping you’ll tag along so he shoots his shot. He was sick of all his friends clowning him for not being with a girl in nearly two years.

“..it’s getting kinda crowded so I’m ‘bout to head out. What you getting into once you leave? I’d love to keep this conversation going.” nervous as hell when he asks but you’d never know it. Because he’s damn near smooth talked you up outta your clothes (courtesy of. the liquid courage and the weed he smoked).

honestly, it’s not a question and when the two of you ducked off to the back corner of the club, away from prying eyes..you give him your answer.

“I’m with whatever..you just lead the way.” and best believe, the night is only beginning…

#black fem reader #black fanfic writer #black fanfiction #aot x black reader #fanfic #eren imagines #eren jaeger imagines #eren jaeger x black reader #musician au #attack on titan eren #attack on titan #chrollohearttags #eren fanfiction #eren cafe <3 #eren x you #black reader #thick black women #thick reader #aot fanfiction

[mmorw]

Training | Iinuma.

cw: smut. afab chr. vaginal. clit teasing. unprotected. from behind. creampie. water sports. too whiny iinuma. twitter porn link.

!! English is not my first language 🤘 any spelling or grammatical errors, notify by dm.

“Y—you can touch it now?”

“No Iinuma, stay quiet.”

Iinuma's high-pitched, gasping moans escaped his lips once his core could no longer withstand the extensive pleasure he felt directly in his sex. His walls tightly embraced your fat flesh once you thrust slowly and lovingly; drawing out more and more of even the smallest moans, sweet talk from Iinuma.

You held his leg above your arm, gently forcing him to push you into his intimacy once he cried back, your other hand carefully massaging his swollen nipple once your feet trembled, sending gentle tugs along his pussy when your cock throbbed.

Iinuma was fighting against himself, his trembling fingers wanting to go straight down to his aching clit and massage it until he cummed again; it felt so good, you were such a huge size to make it squirt every time you two fucked. A little two-part pleasure wouldn't hurt, he was in need.

he always gave you the pleasure! several times he let you cum inside him even if it wasn't his safe days, he let you fuck him in public places and grab him in a teasing way when he met a co-worker in the street!

“It's to mark territory.”

"your way of marking territory" calmed Iinuma inside, it was childish and almost sadistic. you loved to see him simply throw himself in submission to you, even if he had to beg you for food and give you what you asked for to go with it, you would earn extra treats if you agreed to pay the food bill. ♡

“If you listen to me and don't move, I'll take you to a nice restaurant for lunch.” Iinuma's sobs increased to your blackmail, his trembling arm passing over your face until guiding you to messy kiss him.

His high-pitched moans escaping his lips at every hard thrust, your glans barely hitting his cervix, the sensitivity of his entrance carrying hard tremors along his body, his skin bathed in sweat causing him to bite your lip tenderly to hold back from simply coming and staining the new sheets he had just changed yesterday.

God, why did it have to be right in his home? the walls of his apartment were thin, it wasn't the first time the neighbors complained about the noise and literally hearing the dirty, wet thumping of your core filling in his wet slide.

“Cancel your meeting with Hanamaya for today.” Your right arm gently hugged his stomach, your hips leaning dangerously forward as Iinuma struggled not to faint after so many messed orgasms. “understood?”

Iinuma's legs flexed once you deposited another sweet, thick load of your seed inside his swollen womb, still not stopping for the slightest moment to keep milking every last drop from your cock inside him.

His head gave a tired nod, his trembling hand carrying his cell phone to his bedside connected to the charger once he dialed his co-worker's number careful not to make a mistake; preparing himself not to yelp or even cry during such a long call.

#dom male reader #dom reader #meshinuma #sub iinuma #┊iinuma — meshinuma

[jiminiecrickets]

Seven days a week jungkook jealousy drabble maybe?🙃❤️

yah sure

sfw. warning for the use of "queer" as a neutral descriptor for the reader.

it grinds at him like a lamprey's rasping tongue – boring into his flesh, leeching from him the vitality that colours him. slowly bled from him, it leaves him pale, quiet, fragile.

he grips your arm tighter, a small pleasant smile plastered on his face. the event hasn't yet officially begun, and everyone mills about in gaggles ranging from pairs to groups of five or six, cramming as much networking into the evening as possible before they're limited to their table groups. the large indoor venue sparkles with chandeliers and drapery, and the garden outside glitters with curls of fairy lights and light-lined stone paths.

usually, the most tiring thing about these events was all the talking. loud, incessant – it really wasn't his cup of tea, but he figured tagging along with you was a good way to ready himself for the 'real world' without having to suffer alone for three hours. if he made a couple of new connections, then that was a job well done.

he was doing alright, cosied up to your side while you did most of the talking. then came the pretty freshly-graduated face who didn't know what jungkook's arm looped through yours meant.

she'd positioned himself on your other side. jungkook couldn't push her away without looking like a weirdo, but it was growing increasingly difficult not to simmer with annoyance when the girl was sliding her hands all over you, laughing at everything you said and telling anecdotes about your work with her to the others in a high-pitched flirtatious voice.

his jaw works, fingers digging into your bicep. you drop his arm, sliding your palm down his sleeve to squeeze his hand reassuringly. you try resting your other arm behind your back in the middle of a shallow conversation with your co-worker about his kids but all it does is make her more insistent.

"and what about you? how long have you been off the market?"

it's an innocent question, since you'd just been chatting about that same co-worker's wife. jungkook tenses up, watching the young woman's smile grow somewhat strained.

"three years this november," you reply cheerfully, wrapping your arm around jungkook's waist and squeezing his hip. he rests his head against your shoulder, a genuine smile taking the place of its stiff predecessor. "feels like the blink of an eye, really. it'll be ten years before i realise something's changed."

they share a laugh at that, with some co-workers teasing proposals and marriage. briefly, jungkook entertains the idea of honeymooning with you in some picturesque tourist trap, but his mood immediately sours the second the woman next to you opens her mouth.

"oh, people say the best time to get married is just under two years into a relationship! are you stalling for your freedom?" she giggles. "well, there are always plenty of better fish in the sea if you ever come looking!"

it's a weird fucking thing to say, and jungkook's eyes narrow at her as the conversation abruptly turns flat and awkward. a bubble of silence envelops the group as she beams up at you, unaware, blissfully or ignorantly, that even your older colleagues – for many of whom you are the first openly queer person they've met – are staring at her with a profound sense of what the fuck.

"i need to borrow him for a moment," jungkook says suddenly, his voice tighter than usual. "please excuse us."

he all but drags you away, tearing you out of her grip. he veers towards the men's bathroom, and the two of you are not seen until just before the dinner begins. now, however, you sport a wonky tie and a hastily-buttoned jacket.

jungkook meets the young woman's eyes on the other side of the table, holding her stare until she folds and glances away first. when he turns his head to listen to the presenter at the front of the room, his mouth twitches a little, nearly a smirk. a dark red bruise peeks over the stiff white collar of his shirt.

#asks #jungkook x male reader #seven days a week

[finelinevogue]

loveisland!universe introductions

so we have all the characters from the actual current tv show too, but with the addition of y/n and harry. meet them below:

POV: Gwen and Aria watching from home

Y/N

“Hi i’m Y/N and i’m a 24 year old art therapist from North Yorkshire.”

Their tape played with them posing at various different angles for the camera. This was their segment of film before they walked into the villa for the first time.

“My friends would describe as quite shy but smiley. I enjoy the company of a good book rather than a night out.”

“Omg me!” Gwen laughed.

“So you. I like that Y/Ns a book nerd. I think they need some more down-to-earth people on this show.” Aria added.

“Agreed.”

“My favourite thing about this show is the free vacation, oh and that I might find love!”

The swimsuit they were sporting showed off their figure beautifully. They clearly felt very confident in their outfit and that was made clear by the pretty smile adorned on their face.

“I’ve only ever had one previous relationship. Didn’t end too well, so I’m here to show myself that I’m worth more than what my previous relationship left me thinking I was.”

“Damn. I like them. I like Y/N a lot already, y’know?” Aria said, nodding her head as her and Gwen continued watching your introduction.

“She is so fucking hot too.” Gwen commented.

“And clearly has a heart of gold.”

“My type changes day-to-day. I do love a handsome brunette. Blondes are a red-flag for me. Sorry! Oh and taller than me, please.”

“I honestly want Y/N to win already!” Aria laughed.

“I feel like they will, you know.”

“I love that bikini they’re wearing too.”

“I swear i’ve seen that before? Gwen asked.

“I think it’s from that national vintage store? I saw it on the Love Island story before.”

“Oh that’s so cool.”

“I’m so excited to get into the villa and to get a tan again.”

“Yeah. Definitely my favourite girl.”

Harry

“Hello i’m Harry and i’m 27 years old. I live in Manchester and i’m a café co-owner in my local area”

Harry’s tape came up next as it was his turn to be introduced to the villa.

Both Aria and Gwen turned to face each other at the same time, jaws dropped with how beautiful the man on the screen was. Brunette, gorgeously tanned and many tattoos to show.

“Omg he’s gorgeous!” Aria gawked at the TV screen.

“Holy shit!” Gwen laughed at how this man could even exist.

“In my free time I love going to pub quizzes with my friends and visiting m’mum. Definitely a mummy’s boy!” Harry laughed and it sent the two girls giggling too.

“He’s definitely my favourite guy.”

“Oh for suuure!”

“I’ve had two serious relationships before. I would say i’m the kind of guy to take m’girlfriend on dates to the museum or vintage shops.”

“Fuck he’d be so perfect with Y/N.”

“Oh my god no shut up. You’re so right.”

“Like Y/N can read him books whilst they find a quiet corner of a museum to be with each other.”

“Girl, you read too many romance books…”

“And what?”

“My type would be just someone caring and has a pretty smile. I genuinely am not too fussed on looks. I am an ass guy though…”

“He’s so real!” Gwen laughed.

“He’s so perfect for Y/N.” Aria mentioned and Gwen nodded.

“I’m looking forward to get into the villa and hopefully find someone who’ll match how badly I would like to love someone.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #ask finelinevogue #finelinevogue #harry blurb #harry styles concept #harry oneshot #finelinevogueloveisland #loveisland!harry #love island harry styles blurbs

[scoutsbabygirl]

cherished | yandere!scout x reader

okay, so little preface; dark and yandere themes! (i pinky promise i am okay). also, scout is kinda into feet in this, its not over the top and in your face but it is mentioned. there might be errors throughout this as i didn’t edit it.

he asked you for help in regards to hanging up a photo, without a second thought you jumped at the thought of helping one of your fellow teammates out. you waited outside his door, hearing jeremy stumble about inside his room then calling out to you that the door was open. you opened the door ready to call him out for having you wait outside for so long. a hand covered your mouth and your eyes widened without sight of jeremy anywhere within the room. your back was pressed up to his chest and you heard the all too familiar click of the lock on his door. he removed his hand from your mouth before pushing you down practically falling onto the foot of his bed. you flipped your self around so that you were facing him, adrenaline rushing through your body you crawled back onto the head of his bed to the point where your back was laying against his sports themed pillows. jeremy, without missing a beat crawled on top of you. you let out a screech before grabbing one of those pillows and pressing it to his face. did you want to suffocate him? no, it was just an attempt to get him off you and that you could leave his room. oh, how mann co and ms. pauling would fire his ass so quickly. 

“oh fuck you, stupid bitch.” half of his sentence was muffled before he threw the pillow back at you. you almost fell off the bed from sheer terror and panic. he managed to grab the hem of your shirt, choking you in the process. he hauled you back on the fluffy mattress so that you were looking up at him. “do i need to teach you a lesson? i’ve done so much for you, the least thing you can do is behave.” he snarled, his big hands calloused from years of gripping a wooden bat consumed your much smaller shoulders, holding you down in place. moving your upper body felt like walking through quicksand. your weak attempts at pushing him off you earned a chuckle from the boy. you poor attempts to shove the much stronger boy off you led to no avail and you had never felt more pathetic than in that moment. all the hours you spent in the gym in an attempt to appear more buff and intimidating than what you actually were. your emotions were at fault for that- they made you emotionally weak and made you easily manipulated by others. jeremy knew that and as much as he fought the demon he eventually succumbed to it, he was too cocky and full of himself that he only understood this as an improvement for the both of you- the start of something beautiful. from an outsiders view they would have called him obsessive and ill. the other mercs would often talk about slight shifts and changes they noticed within jeremy, his sudden burst of anger when you had to leave the base for the weekend, his glances that never left your body when you walked away, a malicious smile that hung on his lips far too long when you came into his line of sight. mr. ludwig even called this irrational behavior “disturbing” but refused to bring it up with scout, simply blaming this behavior on his hormones. 

the pressure of his hands digging into your shoulder blades became too much and you opened your mouth to speak, only managing out a soft mewl. he must’ve understood that he was hurting you- the opposite of his intent. although he knew harming you would keep you obedient and make you less willing to put up a fight against him. with even just any barely pressure removed you kicked your legs up, the force helped you get off the bed yet you fell right onto your knees. you were winded and so confused it was starting to take a toll on your overall function. you pushed yourself off the with the palms of your hands, eyes locked on the door and then you noticed it. rather, noticed them.

his walls were covered in photos of you. the wallpaper that was once there was covered up with photos of you. some were you intentionally posed for the camera, most were with him and almost all of the remaining photos were of you unsuspecting of the camera nor his presence. not even candid. your eyes shifted over one of you taken from outside your window, lifting your shirt over your head, your bra and stomach exposed. and that photo was hanging on his wall. the boy you thought was your best friend. you then noticed his desk was covered in different photos of you with pink sharpie hearts over the picture frames. little trinkets your recognized that were gone were on his desk, he had blatantly stolen from you- from the comfort of your room.

“oh my god...” you spoke, you covered your mouth feeling your whole body begin shaking like a leaf. “what the hell is this?” you turned around, to see his calm and relaxed face, his blue eyes connected with yours. how was he so collected? you faced the wall again and took the smallest step towards the desk. a sock, you recognized to be yours was placed to neatly on his desk. everything about him was messy and uncontrollable. there was your sock. without any wrinkles. on his desk. your heart sank just thinking of everything he did to that poor little piece of fabric. “there’s no way. i have to be dreaming.” you whipped your head back to him, direct eye contact was made for a few moments before he slowly acscending from the bed, still towering over your much smaller figure. your mother was right, why did you wanna fight and kill people? she always warned you about living with men, they were always up to no good. god, you wish you took her up on that advice instead of pushing her away. jeremy approached you, a much softer look on his pale face, his arms were up which signaled defeat or compassion. if those open arms were any one else’s you would have run right into them for comfort.

“all i ever asked was for you to love me back… are you so selfish you won’t even give me that?” his voice was low and soft direct opposite of the message he was delivering. much different from how he was actions minutes before. his eyebrows knotted like he was hurt, that he was the victim. you were completely frozen in place, shocked from everything. jeremy dared wrapped his arms around you, holding you in place. his words stung your emotionally vulnerable soul, no! of course not, you wanted the best for him. but you were horrified that you couldn’t even string a thought together in your head. you were stiff in his arms with wide eyes and your breathing becoming more erratic and heavily. 

instinctually, you began to back away, anything to get away from his grip. he followed your feet step for step until you bumped into the desk. the sudden feeling of the cold oak wood desk made you jump a bit of out fear yet this whole situation made you fearful. suddenly, jeremy grabbed your wrists causing you to scream murder and shake your head from side to side. why couldn’t anyone hear you? you were loud enough for the entire state of new mexico to hear you. 

“if you’re smart, you’re going to stop struggling and kiss me back right now “ he was so much stronger than what you had thought. he looked like this scrawny little pasty white shrimp, but now here he was, having you cowered into the corner of his room. his lanky body was covering yours therefor his forehead dipped onto yours. both of his arms held your wrists down and god it hurt, your arms twisted in a weird position trying to prevent jeremy from getting anywhere closer to you. your heart was racing and a million thoughts went through your head. you had no idea how you were gonna get out of this situation.

#scout tf2 #scout x reader #scout tf2 x reader #tf2 scout #tf2 x reader #yandere!scout x reader #yandere!tf2 #tf2yandere #team fortress 2 x reader

[bisexualseraphim]

15 questions

Tagged by the lovely @butmakeitgayblog cheers love ☺️

Were you named after anyone?

Nope! My mum just liked the meaning of my birth name and had an interest in name meanings. All my new names (yes I have several) have just been because I thought they sounded cool.

Do you have kids?

HA! No. And definitely never will. I’d be the worst dad 🥴

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday lol, I started my first ever proper job and was shitting myself with anxiety. It went well though!

What sports have you played/do you play?

I was a dodgeball champion in primary school before I got chronically ill! Played a bit of football too (real football not that poundshop rugby Americans play 😒) and I do miss it a little but not much to be done about it I suppose. I had fun while it lasted!

Do you use sarcasm?

Nah I’ve been around over 2 decades and have never been sarcastic in my life

First thing you notice about people?

This sounds faggy as fuck but their smile 😅 Where I live people are so miserable that when someone has a lovely smile it’s so noticeable to me haha

Scary movies or happy endings?

Ooh cheeky question! I looove horror movies and they’ve been a huge special interest of mine since I was probably too young to be watching them 🤭 BUT I do love a happy ending IF it feels earned. So I guess it depends! But scary movies overall I think.

What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, playing instruments, video games, watching movies, just chatting with friends.

What is your eye colour?

Fuck knows genuinely, I had a friend whom after years of knowing me one day suddenly screamed OH MY GOD YOUR EYES ARE BLUE WHAT THE FUCK on a sunny day so. Call me Alycia Debnam Carey cos my eye colour changes with the weather apparently 🧿🧿

Any talents?

Ummm I mean I guess I technically class as a multi-instrumentalist but I don’t think I’m that great at any of them 😅 The one thing I know for certain I’m good at is writing but I hardly bloody do it 🥴

Where were you born?

I have dual citizenship because I was born outside the EU and that’s all I’ll say 😌

Do you have any pets?

I did have a lovely sweet kitty whom I had since I was little and she was a kitten, meaning we literally grew up together, but she sadly passed away in January and it’s hit me harder than anything else in my life 😞 I think I’m finally ready to accept another baby into my life though so we’ll see if that works out!

How tall are you?

Just under 5’7 when the weight of being a trans disabled queer man in the UK isn’t compressing my spine

Favourite subject in school?

Definitely Film Studies and Media Studies! I also loved French (still do!) and Religious Studies was the highlight of my day because my teacher was a fuckin legend. Miss that fella every day honestly

Dream job?

I want to be a published author that has a semi-decent fanbase. I don’t need to be on Neil Gaiman levels of fame, I just want more than like 20 people to read and enjoy my stories 😊

I’ll go ahead and tag @lexa-griffins @dysphoria-things @northern-punk-lad @sadiewayne @reallygroovyninja @dreamsaremywords and anyone else who’d like to do it! Just make sure you tag me 😘

#personal #tag game #ask #questions #about me

[longeyelashedtragedy]

2023 post

i'm struggling through this with a kind of broken keyboard (sticky M U J keys) so bear with me!

because the last month of this year has been such a fucking nightmare (that i'll be working to remove myself from come tuesday) i realized that the good things that happened this year kind of escaped me.

cause--this year was good, in ways that as always with my life cannot be seen by the outside world. it was a messy year but some things changed that i still haven't fully made sense of.

-this year i met so many cool people on here, or got closer to some other people who i'd known before. if "meeting cool people on tumblr" was a skill you could put on your resume, i would definitely feel qualified to put it on my resume, but this year i feel like i just got acquainted with a really high quality group of people (all who support different teams, too!) and that's been so much fun and rewarding as well. i always feel a bit guarded telling people that i care about them but...i do. a lot!

-this june i went on a #YOLO trip to the netherlands that i could not afford but even now when i see my charming credit card debt i have to say i have No Regerts. i got to meet two of these tumblr friends who i've been close to for long enough that they've transcended "internet friend" for me and feel like Friends I've Known a Long Time. we had such a comfortable and fun time travelling together, to a place i've wanted to visit since i was young, and the benefit of meeting Tumblr Friends in real life is that you can make sure everyone's brain needs are taken care of! together we went to see italy beat NL (feat. virg van d slur in the flesh) in the stadium and then watched croatia lose to spain in the basement of a sports bar in utrecht and they got to see that it's 100% true that i cry during the croatian national anthem before the game 😂 i got to do so many bucket list things--visit the rijksmuseum, go solo to delft and see all the vermeer places and settings of my favorite book, girl with a pearl earring (and accidentally wander into a government building looking for a church, whoops), and see the girl with a pearl earring herself for the second time, but this time at her home in the mauritshuis. also i took a lot of fun trains and like every time i go from american Big Corn Syrup and Weird Additives food to europe, everything i ate was good as fuck. and i slept in a pod for two nights! i have the opposite of claustrophobia (claustro...philia? lol) so that slapped. so great, and getting to meet up with friends who live on the other side of an ocean is so fucking special.

-LAMPARDVERSE! nuff said, but it's been an absolute blast getting to co-create it and research all the lore. this is just the beginning, long may it live!!! also thanks to you all for putting up with me blasting a white english chelsea man on your dashes. it will happen again.

-irl stuff...the most unexpected. this year i was able to comfortably become friendly with people who are quite different from me. i was confident in the parts of my personality that are Different--i had fun owning it, and i saw that people really like that person. the craziest thing was that a huge obstacle in my path was that cptsd causes me to feel physically uncomfortable around people, even people i like, aside from emotional discomfort, but the thing is when your body is getting physical danger signals they're extremely difficult to "ignore" (for a reason!) or put aside to focus on the mental stuff.

this year i just went for it--went through months of extremely draining and uncomfortable "exposure therapy" by way of forcing myself to try to stay present in conversations with people i knew i liked, even if the conversations/their presence freaked me out and drained me. (i'm not some magical uwu inspiration/good luck miracle, for anyone who might be in this situation and feel envious--i've been in intense therapy since 2013, do a lot of my own mental work in between, and take two different medications. it took me 10 years to get there! i say this cause there is no shame in the hard work.) importantly, with the people i felt i trusted enough and whose opinion of me i valued enough for them to know the truth, i just told them what was going on with me. not in any graphic detail or TMI, but i told them one of the things that has a big impact on how i present to the outside world (i suffer from trauma), what this trauma suffering looks like to the outsider (sometimes i stop talking altogether in a conversation, and not just that, but i zone out so hard that it looks like i'm not even paying attention, even though sometimes i still am), and what it means about how i feel about them/how they should take it (it means nothing at all, so please please don't take it personally)

they took this level of openness and honesty very well, and i found that telling them these limitations of mine helped to set me free. not living with the lifetime fear of being "found out," not having to worry while i was having a Trauma Moment that people were thinking badly of me and that it was severely impacting my socialization--all of this suddenly helped me start staying in the present while talking to people and while people were talking to me. and not just stay in the present but--ENJOY it. get something out of it. and, to show my work-friends that even though i have a lot of things not in common with them--that that's cool, and we still have plenty of things we do have in common

the kindness people have shown me this year after Seeing Me and getting to know me was unreal. i don't know how to process it. (this applies to you guys on tumblr too!). so many things have happened this fall and so many things were said to me that i never, ever, EVER thought i would be able to experience. i hope this lasts and i hope i can build on this in the new year.

so yeah...this year was...something alright. i'm always an even age in an even year and the evens are never as good for me as the odds (other than like, age 14. that was a good time.) but let's hope for the best.

now, i hate new year's eve/day, so let's get this shit over with!

#originals #writing this with this wretched keyboard was a nightmare #macbook keys are just scary to remove! the last thing i need is an actually broken laptop lol

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Honestly I can't believe that F1 would race in places like the Middle East and Baku. Thank God we have the USA where women have 100% freedom over their bodies, Minorities have rights and none of them fear for their life. Italy where the LGBTQIA+ community have rights and the Catholic church has no saying in politics. China, France (they will bring them back) and Belgium where the Muslim community lives and can practice peacefully.

And I'm so glad that they never raced in a problematic country like say Russia.

We all know that the most important aspect of Formula 1 is it morality and we can all rest assured that it will never change no matter how much money a country offers the FIA

Jokes aside as a Muslim women I know that the middle East is not a safe place for women and most minorities but to claim that Christianity and white countries are better is straight up delusional. Every single fucking country in this world sucks so that anon needs to get off their high horse

so true! we all know west good, east bad ofc!

honestly thanks. it's so funny everyone gets their panties in a twist about human rights only when f1 lands outside the west. Sure call out human rights abuses and raise awareness but keep the same energy.

like where the fuck do these people get off trying to find a moral highground to berate others as though mercedes isn't sponsored by a company that's been charged with actual fucking war crimes in Sudan and like red bulls billionaire co-founder wasn't personally funding fascists in europe and like ferrari didn't posture for the Italian military after they killed Indian fisherman. This sport, built on money, can only ever be morally bankrupt if you stare too closely

#big agree with everything bb people are just stupid