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koqabear · 11 months

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Pretty Privilege (and its complications…)

♫: California Gurls, Katy Perry // Icky, Kard

“You love your boyfriend more than anything; so much so that you decide to pay a visit to him while he‘s on duty, a perfect excuse to gawk at his perfect form and charming self. Unbeknownst to you (like always) the act only causes Taehyun to stress, forced to watch you attract attention like a magnet and have people flirt with you left and right— even your understanding boyfriend has his limits, you know.”

lifeguard!Taehyun x fem!reader

Genre: established relationship, beach au, fluff, smut

Word count: 9.6K

warnings: bimbo/ditzy/feminine mc, mc is called a queencard bc idk, mc gets horny every three seconds, mc has nipple peircings and insane pretty privilege, (I have nothing to say for myself.) everyone in this damn beach wants her, she gets hit on by both men and women. alcohol consumption, (no one gets drunk) use of pet names (baby, my girl etc.) and the words boyfriend/girlfriend, lowkey public indecency.. teasing, possessiveness, a little jealousy.

smut warnings: dom!taehyun, sub!mc semi-public sex, marking, thigh riding, degrading, possessiveness (again!), rough sex, biting, breast play, grinding, oral (f. rec) multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, strength kink, tae picks the mc up, praise, dacryphilia, creampie (lemme know if I should add anything!)

Notes: alternate title: my strange addiction (kang taehyun) this fic is nawt meant to be taken seriously!! (I blacked out halfway through writing and editing this) Can you tell that I have tropes that just have a deathly chokehold on me? Embarrassing…

Kang Taehyun feels his heart stop the moment he sees your car pull up.

A peaceful, thirty-minute break quickly turns into a meditation session the moment he sees your hot pink Porsche convertible pull up, straight from a Barbie movie as the fuzzy dice that hang from the mirror bounce around— even from the top of the hill where the parking lot is at, he’s still able to spot you with eerie ease.

You’re as energetic and bubbly as ever as you exit the car, laughing with your friends as you fail to notice Taehyun’s heated stare; your friends however, are much quicker to catch him, sharing knowing looks amongst themselves and laughing softly.

His face feels hot as he quickly looks back down, his gaze downcast as he goes to scroll on his phone as a distraction— like instinct, he opens Instagram, your newest story popping up on his feed as he finds himself gulping nervously.

Beach day!! >v< the picture is captioned, your bright smile practically blinding as you pose with your friends— you practically steal the spotlight with ease however, especially when you’re wearing a pink halter top with a Hawaiian flower pattern that exposes your breasts perfectly, the dip allowing your gold necklaces to rest in between.

God, Taehyun sighs, running a hand through his hair as he hears your bubbly laugh from a distance, it’s so difficult having such a hot girlfriend.

A hot girlfriend who’s practically an influencer, he adds, counting down the minutes before he has to go back on duty as he remembers how successful your social media page has become. You didn’t mean to do it on purpose— you simply wanted to document your life and style like any other person would— but it seems as though you attracted much more attention than you anticipated.

A few hundred thousand followers and plenty of sponsorships later, however, you quickly found yourself titled a true “queencard”— not that you wanted to be, anyway.

You took your newfound “fame” with a grain of salt however, living your life as normal and continuing to document your lavish and busy lifestyle— in turn, Taehyun asked you to keep your relationship on the more private side.

It wasn’t that Taehyun didn’t want to be seen with you; if anything, he adored showing you off, enjoying the way no one could take their eyes off you whenever you entered a room— off his girlfriend. He was very vocal about the love and pride he held for you, but he also preferred to keep his life away from the media. And like the angel you are, you accepted his wishes without any hesitation.

Like Taehyun, you absolutely adored your partner; you were quite obsessed with him, honestly. If he’d let you, you’d fill your feed with him, your camera roll that was already filled with pictures of him begging to be posted as your mind told you that he could be an influencer as well— because who were you kidding, he’s so smoking hot.

“Girl, you need to stop staring before you start drooling,” Chaewon says, helping Wonyoung unload the bags from the car as they begin to laugh and tease you. You simply whine at her comment, biting your lip before you force yourself to look away; how could someone look so attractive by just scrolling on their phone?

“I can’t help it,” you cry, taking a beach bag from Wonyoung in order to help, “he’s just sooo hot!”

“And you let us know every time,” Wonyoung laughs, nudging your side as she gestures toward the beach before her, “don’t you at least wanna get closer?”

Like an eager puppy, you nod, getting a head start as you walk down the steep path towards the beach; you can hear your friends yelling at you to be careful, but all you can currently think about is Taehyun— Taehyun and his rippling muscles, Taehyun and his tan skin that’ll be left exposed to the hot sun, Taehyun and his chain that you love to tug on when he’s on top of you…

Oh my god, you realize with dread, your thighs rubbing together as you stop to wait for your friends, I’m so horny right now.

The curse of having such a hot boyfriend— you literally got soaking wet from the very thought of him.

The last thing you would do is have your friends realize, however, much too embarrassed to let them in on your more intimate thoughts as you scan the beach, looking past the groups of people for a good spot to settle down; lucky for you, you find a spot between the lifeguard tower and a concessions stand.

“Here here here!” You yell, running towards the spot without hesitation as your friends are forced to keep up; you ignore the feeling of the sand slipping into your sandal pumps, much more distracted by the fact that you’ll be able to see your boyfriend on duty.

Taehyun, ever the innocent victim of your antics, remains clueless as to where you’re setting up at the moment; he sits at the tables on the other side of the concession stand, still scrolling through his phone as he counts down the minutes before he’s on duty once more— sighing, he looks up from his device, his eyes scanning the hill before him as he inevitably finds your car— he can’t help but frown once he sees that you’re no longer there.

Where could you have run off to, he wonders, walking over to the headquarters in order to go back on rotation— he’s unable to stop thinking about you, already dreading how much of a distraction you’ll be to him as he makes his way over to his platform— only to stop, his breath stuttering as he sees the very sight he’s been dreading. (See: fantasizing.)

You’re wearing that same denim mini-skirt that always drives Taehyun crazy— actually, you’re not even wearing it anymore, his teeth sinking into his lip as he watches you strip innocently. The bikini bottom you wear matches your top, the same pink with the Hawaiian flower pattern; the shameful excuse of a bottom barely covers you, yet you don’t really seem to notice as you tie a sheer beach skirt around your hips.

Dangerously, you pull your shirt over your head; and if Taehyun wasn’t flustered enough by your bottoms, the matching top definitely did the trick— how it barely managed to cover you almost impressed Taehyun, his mouth drying as he took note of the way you tied all the strings into cute little bows, adorning your hips and back as your friends complimented you over the cute set— puffing your chest out proudly, Taehyun swore he almost fell to his knees as he took note of the piercings that poked through the thin fabric.

Oh god. He’s screwed.

You and your friends are quick to set everything up; you’re eager to lay back against the towel as Wonyoung runs to the ocean, yelling at the two of you to go with her as she laughs with joy.

“No thanks, I’ll stay here,” you say, getting comfortable as you stretch under the sun, the warmth making you smile as you reassure Chaewon, “Actually, I think the place over there has a mini bar— I might go get a drink.”

With one last goodbye and a yell along the lines of get me one, I’ll meet you there! Chaewon leaves, sand kicking up behind her as she begins to chase after Wonyoung; the two look beyond happy as they enter the water, the sight endearing as you finally get up.

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun watches like a hawk; he couldn’t get his eyes off you even if he wanted to, the sway of your hips and the shining sun on your skin much too enticing as he watches you leave, bitterly taking note of the way the men nearby begin to drool over you.

Taehyun isn’t an insecure person— he’s far from it, and he knows damn well that you’d choose him over any other man on this beach. But he’s also tempted to run after you, to claim you as his and show everyone just how much you like him— but he remains professional, feeling his ears turn red as he snaps out of his lewd fantasies.

You haven’t even talked to him, but he’s already feeling desperate for you.

Being a lifeguard has its perks— today’s perk comes in the form of his tall seat, being able to get a good look at the whole beach, and you. More specifically, the way you cutely lean against the counter of the bar, pouting like always as you take a second to stare at the menu.

“So…” you trail off, pursuing your lips before you’re smacking your lips, tapping your ID rhythmically against the wood as you feel the worker staring at you intently, “I’ll just have two margaritas. And a water. Please?”

The worker before you is bright and quick to work as he nods, stumbling over his feet for a second before he’s making you your drink; you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone work so fast as he hands you your order, sliding over an ice cold water bottle as well.

“Thank you! How much do I owe you?” You exclaim, placing your purse over the counter as you begin to dig for your wallet; only for him to interrupt you, stuttering out a quiet Oh, wait, as you look up at him with innocent doe eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s on the house,” he smiles, watching as you can only let your jaw drop at his words; unsure of what to do, you glance back at your order, left speechless as you take a second, only to look back up at the worker in surprise.

“Really?” You ask breathily, tilting your head as you lean in closer to read their name tag— Jay simply nods, smiling sweetly as they reassure you that you don’t need to pay, “Oh, you’re so sweet!”

You’re laughing at the way Jay turns slightly red, surprised at his kind act as you ask one last time if it’s really okay— he reassures you once more, opening his mouth to say something before another customer is approaching, taking his attention as he reluctantly leaves your side.

Taking a sip of your drink, you can’t help but feel the smile stuck on your face as Chaewon finally appears to join you; she’s soaking wet as she stands with you under the shade of the bar, thanking you with a cute smile as she takes the margarita you hand her.

“How much? I’ll pay you back,” Chaewon says, gesturing at the drink before her as you simply shake your head in response.

“No need. It was free!” You say, giggling at the way Chaewon looks at you incredulously.

“Free?” She echoes, watching as you only nod eagerly in response, “how?”

“Dunno,” you say, licking at the rim that’s dusted with sugar, “that Jay guy was just really sweet!”

“Or attracted to you,” Chaewon muses, nudging you playfully as she gives you a mischievous grin— she laughs as you shake your head defensively, painfully unaware of your pretty privilege as you fail to notice the way Jay glances back at you, clearly hoping to talk to you again.

“I got this for Wonyoung,” you say, gesturing to the cold water bottle that’s currently dripping over the counter, “gonna go give it to her, wanna come with?”

Chaewon shakes her head, gesturing to her unfinished drink as she tells you to go ahead; watching you go ahead, she waits for you to get out of earshot, turning to the employee before she’s narrowing her eyes at him.

“Can I get a water please?”

Without another glance, Jay nods— “That’ll be one-fifty.”

Barking out a laugh, Chaewon grins, proving her theory right as she watches Jay turn red from the realization that she caught on— being friends with you proved to come with more benefits than she realized, she thinks, biting back another smile as she goes to drink her margarita. Turning around, she watches you fondly— and more specifically, the way you begin to walk past the volleyball game that’s going on, making your way back to your setup as the men playing begin to take notice of you.

“Hey baby,” a man calls out, drawing your attention as you simply hum politely in response, “Why don’t you come play with us?”

You can only muster out a soft laugh at that, shaking your head as you ignore the way your body begins to heat up from all the attention; shyly, you refuse their offer, unsure of what to say as you feel their eyes taking you in slowly.

“Oh, I’m not that good,” you say, shaking off their amused laughs as you hold Wonyoung’s water bottle close to you, feeling the perspiration drip onto your forearm, “I probably wouldn’t be very useful on your team.”

Your response is genuine; you know you’re not good at volleyball after countless failed attempts to learn, much more content sitting on the sidelines and watching your perfect boyfriend absolutely dominate during his games— the thought is enough to have you fighting back a fond smile, brought back to reality by the way the man talking to you takes a step closer to you.

“ ‘s okay, I can teach you,” the man grins, spinning the volleyball expertly in his hands as his teammates nod in agreement. You’re unsure of how to refuse them now, but a sudden sharp whistle is taking all of your attention as your head whips to the source of the sound.

You practically feel like an overexcited puppy as you spot Taehyun, on duty and scolding a group of teenagers for who-knows-what. Without another thought, you run over to him, leaving the group of men who can only call for you to wait— their words fall deaf on your ears as you feel your heart beating faster, calling out his name and watching as he finally spots you running over to him.

“Hyun!” You say, waving cutely as you watch him smile fondly at you— you think your heart could burst as you practically jump into his arms, feeling him stumble back from the impact as you throw your arms around his neck fondly.

“Taehyun!! Baby, hi!!” You say, bouncing on your feet as you pull away to pepper kisses on his cheek; all he can do is laugh as he falls victim to you, muttering a soft “okay, okay” as he pats your back fondly.

“Baby, baby, I’m still working,” Taehyun reminds you, watching you pull away with a small oh right, that tumbles from your lips. His hands are still on your waist as his fingers trace over the fabric of your beach skirt, and you can’t help the way you burst into giggles as you take him in.

“What, what’re you laughing at?” He asks, brows raising as he tilts his head curiously; you can only shake your head, wiping the bottom of your lip as you attempt to calm down.

“My lip gloss is all over you,” you say, watching as he simply laughs at your comment, his dimple on display as he reaches up to rub at his cheek— it barely works, but he doesn’t seem to mind much as he finally lets go of you.

“Did you get yourself a drink, pretty?” He says, nodding his head at the water bottle you hold in your hands; you nod, smiling happily as you recount the events that happened in your head.

“Yeah, the worker there is super sweet,” you gush, glancing back at where you see Chaewon still leaning against the counter, waving at you happily as you’re quick to return the gesture, “he gave me my drinks for free.”

“Did he now?” Taehyun asks, raising a brow at you as he watches you nod innocently. Glancing back at the shop, he sees Jay, who can only avert his eyes and hide from his sight. Looking back at you, his gaze softens as he takes in the way you practically glow under the sun, “that’s very nice of him.”

Taehyun wishes nothing more than to be able to go back off duty and enjoy his time with you; instead, he needs to wait another four hours before he can properly show you just how happy he is to see you— unbeknownst to you of course, much too eager to be outside on such a nice day as you ramble about things with no clear end in sight.

“I need to go back to work, baby,” Taehyun sighs, smiling at the way you begin to whine immediately, “I know, I know— I wish I wasn’t working today either.”

Bringing you in closer, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose before he’s taking a step back, the dazed smile you send him enough to have his heart fluttering as he returns it without a thought.

“ ‘m just happy I get to see you.”

His words clearly affect you as you attempt to stutter a response, hitting him with a whine the moment he tries to laugh at you fondly— you can tell he’s reluctant to leave, but the same group of teenagers as before seem to be causing a ruckus once more as he sighs, bidding you goodbye before he’s off.

You can only stand and stare with dismay, pouting as you watch him turn his back to you— his toned, broad back, with a waist so small you’d do anything to wrap your arms around it— or even better, your legs…

You groan as the same dangerous train of thought begins to hit you, your eyes squeezing shut as you force yourself to turn around— to walk straight to where Wonyoung lays without glancing back at your boyfriend, the task much harder than you’d think as you hear his sharp voice scolding the group of teenagers.

He sounds so hot, you think to yourself, wanting nothing more than to run away with your man and have him fuck you stupid behind the concession stand, oh my god, I want him so bad.

“Wow, this thing is freezing,” Wonyoung says, taking the water bottle from your hands gratefully. Watching as you slump down next to her, Wonyoung pauses, trying to guess what might be wrong before she follows your line of sight.

“Ah,” she mutters, taking a long drink from her water before she sighs, “Are you sad you can’t talk to your boyfriend?”

“He’s being professionalll,” you groan, throwing a hand over your eyes as you lay back, the pout forming on your face second nature at this point, “I just wish he’d stay over here!”

“It’d be a danger to the public if he just stopped doing his job,” Wonyoung reasons, watching the way you reluctantly agree with her, “plus, it was your idea to visit while he was on duty.”

“I didn’t think he’d look so fucking hot!” You admit, crossing your arms over your chest in defeat as Wonyoung simply laughs in amusement. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to find Chaewon looming over you, a smile on her face as she takes her seat on her towel beside you.

“You always think he looks hot. Also, the bartender over there totally wants you.” Chaewon pipes up, calling Wonyoungs name as she gestures to the water bottle in her hands before gesturing back to the mini-bar.

“Don’t tell me,” Wonyoung says, staring down at the item in her hand as Chaewon nods in confirmation, “wow, that’s pretty impressive.”

“It’s nothing, he was just being nice!” You refute, ever an airhead and your friends simply shake their heads in response, “It’s true!”

“He didn’t bother looking back in my direction once you left,” Chaeryeong points out, glaring playfully at Wonyoung who laughs at her comment, “not to mention, those guys playing volleyball were literally drooling over you.”

“Wait, I saw that— I was kind of scared for a second,” Wonyoung admits, Chaewon nodding along as she confesses that she was about to jump in when you finally managed to escape, “you’re so lucky you managed to leave before things got weird.”

To be honest, you stopped listening around that last part— well, it’s not like you weren’t listening, it’s more like you weren’t really contributing to the conversation as you take notice of Taehyun, more specifically the way he’s playing with a child around the shallow end of the ocean, watching as he manages to make the child laugh, his eyes bright and fond as he takes good care of the toddler.

The sight practically has you melting, and you’re forced to bite your lip to suppress your smile— but then again, you’ve never really been good at hiding things— especially with the way you find your friends looking in the direction you are, the two of them sporting knowing smiles as they exchange a look.

“Oh girl,” Wonyoung sighs, going to lay on her back as she puts on her sunglasses, “you’re drooling again.”

Shit, you totally were.

-♡-

The next three and a half hours pass by painfully slowly— for Taehyun, at least.

It seems that you’re finally able to take your eyes off him after a period of adjustment, and he’s able to watch from his post as you enjoy yourself in the ocean, splashing around with your friends as the three of you have fun and remain carefree.

Carefree is probably one of the last words Taehyun would use to describe himself at the moment— it was a given that being a lifeguard was unpredictable and difficult, but being on duty while having his hot girlfriend that attracted attention like a magnet there with him was next-level.

He couldn’t even begin to count the number of times someone managed to hit on you in the past hour— from what he saw, at least— it was ridiculous, really, even more so because you were never able to pick up on it. Ever.

Taehyun couldn’t take his eyes off you for one second without a new person approaching you; he chalks it up to both your beauty and the fact that you’re one of the most approachable people Taehyun has ever met.

He’s never been happier to own sunglasses than today— or else you definitely would’ve caught him watching carefully as a random woman your age offered to put sunscreen on you, your friends back in the ocean as you opted to take a moment to rest under the sun instead.

“Your swimsuit is so cute,” she told you, her voice filled with a flirty lilt as it managed to travel to Taehyun’s ears; you had been as clueless as ever, holding your top up with your hands as you allowed her to untie your string and lotion your back— he tried to give this random stranger the benefit of the doubt, but it was really difficult to with the way she massaged you gently and leaned over to speak into your ear.

“Are you single?” The implications of her words barely registered in your head before thoughts of Taehyun were overpowering your brain, a smile involuntarily tugging at your lips as you tried to hold back your giddy giggles in order to answer.

“She’s not.”

You could feel the woman’s hands still on your shoulder as the two of you looked up, your smile only widening as your eyes met Taehyun’s— at least you think, he was currently wearing sunglasses. (Which he looked really hot in, of course. You think you would’ve jumped on him by now if it weren’t for the risk of you flashing the entire beach.)

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the woman behind you said, laughing nervously as she quickly went to stand; you couldn’t help but be confused by the way she hurriedly said goodbye to you, but all your questions were answered once you turned around to meet Taehyun’s irritated face, his brows pulled together in a frown as he let out a soft tsk.

“Hyun, are you jealous?” The question is enough to have him snap out of his daze, blinking wildly behind his shades before he’s pushing them up and onto his head, pushing his wet hair back and exposing his forehead as he did; looking down at you, he can’t help but soften at the sight of you and your cute wide eyes, letting out a soft chuckle before he’s patting your head fondly.

“No, I’m not.”

You watch as he settles down behind you, taking the previous woman’s spot as he murmurs for you to turn around. You’re facing forward once more, taking in the pretty sight of the beach as you shift on your knees, sitting back on your legs as you wait for him to do something.

“You looked pretty jealous,” you muse, looking down to watch as he takes the sunscreen bottle that was left at your side; the smell of the lotion fills your senses once more as you hear him open it, squeezing some on his palm as the sound of his airy laugh reaches your ears.

“Well, it’s not exactly nice to watch another person feeling up my girl,” he reasons, watching as you straighten up at his comment, “why didn’t you ask your friends for help baby?”

“Mmmh, they’re busy and she offered to help,” you confess, shivering at the feeling of the cold lotion against your shoulders, “and she was not feeling me up.”

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun can’t help but feel frustrated at your comment— your naivety made it difficult to make a point sometimes, and this was one of those moments as he was unable to stop the deep sigh that escaped him.

“She wasn’t?” He asks, and you can’t help but gasp as you feel his touch become further; fingers digging into your flesh, massaging your shoulders tenderly as he leans in close to whisper into your ear, his hands roaming your body so slowly you think you might melt, “so what do you feel now that I’m doing it?”

Horny.

“I… I feel like I’m in the wrong,” you admit, stuttering softly as he begins to come back up to your shoulders, his dainty hands going past your collarbones and down your arms; slowly, he makes his way down, leaning forward as he does so until he’s pressed firmly against your back— his firm chest against your back, his hands reaching for your own as he interlocks his fingers with yours.

You can feel his hair tickle against your neck as he presses a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder, biting your lip as you fight back the desperate whine that threatens to escape from you.

“Glad you realize,” he laughs softly, letting go of you and sitting back as he takes a moment to inspect the beach; you can’t help the sadness that fills you as he begins to stand, only to pause as he notices your dejected state.

“Do you need any more help?” He asks slowly, watching as you nod happily before you’re laying down across the towel; he thinks he might lose his job as you look back at him, batting your eyes prettily as you send him a coy smile.

“Do the rest for me?”

Taehyun hesitates. On one hand, it wasn’t very professional of him to lotion up his incredibly gorgeous girlfriend while on duty— not that the public was aware of the fact that you two were together, anyway— but on the other hand…

“How could I say no to you,” Taehyun sighs, kneeling at your side and taking the lotion bottle from you as he decides fuck it— he has half an hour left anyway.

Your skin is warm to the touch; both of you are sighing in contentment the moment his hands meet your skin, massaging the lotion into the rest of your back as he tries to remain as professional as possible.

You, on the other hand, are not doing that great.

If there’s one thing that tests your self-control more than anything, it’s Taehyun— especially Taehyun that has his hands all over you, his touch firm and soothing as he begins to massage the back of your thighs— if he sees you squeeze them together, he doesn’t bother to let on, your mind fogging with horrible and lewd thoughts that would have your boyfriend red and flustered within seconds.

The last of your resolve crumbles the moment his fingers ghost over your waist; dipping under the skimpy string of your bikini bottom, reaching toward the back before he begins to cop a feel— you can feel your breathing begin to pick up as he’s moving up, tickling against your sides before he’s reaching past your top; fingers massaging against the sides of your breasts, cupping what he can before he’s squeezing coyly. Flustered, you bury your head into your arms, listening to the way he laughs teasingly, his hands drifting away just as quickly as they appeared before he’s going to ask you if you’re alright teasingly.

“I need you,” You whine, the words muffled against your arms as you dig your head deeper into your arms.

“Hmm?”

This seems to be your last straw; sitting up, you scramble to keep your top on as you turn around to face Taehyun, taking him in in all his sun-kissed glory, sure that you look beyond flustered and destroyed by now.

“Taehyun, I need you so bad,” you whine out, scooting closer to him as you watch his eyes widen with your unhinged rambling, “I’ve been trying to be good this whole time and distract myself, but it’s so fucking hard because I’ve been wet from just looking at you— Hyun baby, I’m so hmmf—!”

Taehyun is impressed by how easily you’re able to fluster him— he’s sure his ears are completely red as he presses his palm firmly against your mouth, taking in the way you look at him with wide, teary, and fucked out eyes.

He takes a deep breath in order to control the dangerous feeling of desire that flows through him.

Exhaling deeply, he takes a second to look at the clock posted by the headquarters— he feels his body relax with relief as he slowly pulls his hand away from you, giving you a warning look before he gestures at the time.

“Fifteen minutes,” he says, leaning in and muttering the words in his deep, glorious voice, “can you be good for me for another fifteen minutes?”

You think you might die if you don’t take him right now.

“Yeah,” you breathe out shakily, watching as Taehyun laughs at your pathetic state.

“Good,” he says, standing up and getting ready to leave before another lifeguard realizes he’s been talking to you this whole time, “just wait for me, baby.”

You’re a bit dejected as you watch him leave you, back to being his perfect and professional self as he spots abandoned swimming equipment from the rental shop; he can feel your heated gaze on him the entire time, forced to stifle a laugh as he glances back in your direction curiously— you’re shamelessly staring, a pout on your face as you carefully re-tie your top once more.

Please, you think to yourself, choosing to lie back against your towel and clear out your thoughts, your eyes fluttering shut as you take a deep breath, please let these next fifteen minutes pass quickly.

-♡-

Taehyun knows the exact second his fifteen minutes are up— only because you trot up to him like an excited puppy, your beach skirt flowing in the wind as you wave at him excitedly.

“Will you let me clock out at least?” Taehyun asks, letting out an amused laugh as you immediately attach yourself to his side; you give him a quick nod of your head in response, telling him to lead the way as you refuse to leave him anytime soon.

“Missed you so much,” you say, eyes sparkling as Taehyun can only throw his head back and laugh in bewilderment at your comment, “I’m serious! It’s hard to keep my hands off you, Hyunnie.”

“Don’t worry, I feel the same,” he hums, slowing his steps to place a gentle peck on your cheek, “Wait for me? I’ll only be a moment.”

Nodding happily, you tell him you’ll go get him a drink— you know he could use it, taking in his tired steps as he walks back to headquarters with a sigh— turning around, you spot your friends already at the bar, waving you over as you make your way to them happily.

“He’s finally off?” Chaewon asks, watching as you nod with a bright smile on your face, “that’s good. You two can spend some time together now— especially now that the sun is beginning to set.”

“Not that you weren’t already,” Wonyoung teases, watching as you try to defend yourself with useless stutters as she continues to poke fun at you.

“I— can I just get a water?” Giving up on trying to win the argument, you turn back to the same worker from earlier, watching as Jay jumps in surprise the moment your eyes meet his.

“Oh, of course,” he mutters, placing the ice-cold refreshment before he clears his throat, face turning red as he avoids eye contact with you, “you don’t owe me anything, we’re closing soon and the register is already locked.”

Letting out an embarrassed laugh, you can’t help but glance at your friends, feeling your face become hot as they send you sly looks; Jay seems to be just as flustered as you, bowing politely before turning around and resuming his closing tasks— biting your lip, you suppress another laugh, your friends already mouthing things along the lines of I told you so, as you simply push them playfully, looking around to see if Taehyun has come back yet.

“This for me baby?” Taehyun’s hand is warm on your waist as he appears behind you, looking over your shoulder and smiling as you eagerly hand him the water bottle in return.

He’s quick to drink, much thirstier than he realized as he practically begins to gulp it down; he can feel your stare on him the whole time, fighting back a smile as he closes his eyes in an attempt to ignore it.

He looks like a model, you think, watching him fondly with hearts in your eyes; the day hasn’t looked nicer than it does now, the beach almost empty now that the sun has almost set and the weather growing cooler as the waves crash against the shore, the golden rays of the sun practically leave Taehyun glowing. Playfully, he pushes you away, unable to hold back his laugh any longer as he scolds you to stop staring! You can only laugh sheepishly as you try to deny doing so, but you know he’d never believed you from how clingy you’ve been with him all day.

“You’re so sweet Jay,” Taehyun smiles, the said male practically jumping out of his skin at the mention of his name; turning around slowly, he laughs awkwardly, meeting eyes with Taehyun, who snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer as he tilts his head teasingly, “for not charging my girl. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, of course,” Jay stutters, eyes downcast as he feels his face burning from the attention, “figured it was for you, so I didn’t bother ringing it up.”

Taehyun only hums in appreciation at the man’s comment, slightly irritated at the way he’s able to lie through his teeth so easily; turning away from him, he takes the chance to look at you, smiling fondly and leaning in for a chaste kiss that has you melting against him.

“Gross. Get a room you two,” Chaewon scoffs, covering Wonyoung’s eyes playfully as the two tease you endlessly.

“Gladly,” Taehyun smiles mischievously, rolling his eyes at the way your friends gag in response, pulling you against him as you steady yourself with a hand on his chest, “mind if I steal her away from you guys for a bit?”

“Go ahead,” Chaewon says, waving the two of you away with ease, “bring her back in one piece, please.”

I’ll try, is all Taehyun says, pulling you along and laughing at the way you eagerly follow along with one last goodbye to your friends, clueless to the way Taehyun’s jaw ticks with annoyance as he pulls you away from your friends— and right towards headquarters, making his way to the back of the building, secluded by trees and the hill you came from.

“Tae, what’re we doing here—?” Your sentence is briefly cut off with Taehyun’s mouth against yours, the kiss harsh and desperate as you quickly become a mess of spit, moaning weakly against Taehyun’s mouth as he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.

The string of saliva that connects you two as he pulls away has you whining breathily, steadying yourself with two hands placed firmly on his shoulders as you allow him to corner you, walking backward as his firm hold on your hips forces you to be pressed against the wall.

“You drive me so fucking crazy,” he growls in frustration, attaching his lips right under your ear as he begins to suck— you’re gasping in response, clinging onto him desperately as you already feel your knees become weak. Pulling away from you, his dark gaze meets yours, heated and sharp as he takes in your fucked out state.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to have my pretty girl get flirted with by everyone that lays their eyes on her?” He asks, shifting your hips towards him as he slots his thigh between yours with ease, “to just watch it happen because she’s too much of an airhead to realize what’s happening in front of her?”

The whimper that escapes you from his words is downright embarrassing; but it’s enough to have Taehyun’s lips back on yours, eager to keep you quiet as his fingers begin to play with the strings of your bikini.

If there’s one thing Taehyun is an expert at, it’s pleasing you with every part of his body— which is exactly why he’s able to have you turn into a mess under him in seconds, flexing his thigh and bouncing it as his strong hands force your hips down on him more; he’s controlling your every movement, his grip on you bruising as you wonder if it’ll leave a mark on you later.

“You’re already wet,” Taehyun muses, feeling the way you claw at him uselessly, throwing your head back against the wall as you try to set the pace yourself, only to fail miserably, “barely took anything and you’re already dripping all over me.”

The pleasure becomes overwhelming as Taehyun begins to litter kisses all over you, biting at you softly as he slowly begins to make his way down to your breasts; with a breathy moan, you jut out your chest, the sight making Taehyun let out an airy laugh as his eyes flicker back up to your face to watch your expression carefully.

“Such pretty tits,” Taehyun grins, kissing on top of the fabric as he watches your eyes flutter shut, his eyes flickering back down to the metal that pushes against the thin top, “which ones are you wearing today baby?”

“The ones you got me,” you reply, biting your lip as you open your eyes, clouded with lust as you grind a little harder against Taehyun’s thigh, “the heart ones.”

His warm mouth against your breast is enough to have you letting out a sigh of contentment; a hand immediately threads itself in his hair as you feel his tongue laving over your nipple through the fabric, tracing the jewelry carefully as you jut your chest out to him in response. His hand comes up to slip itself under the fabric of your swimsuit, grabbing your breast and squeezing teasingly before he begins to circle your other nipple.

You feel dizzy, his touch practically everywhere as your eyes flutter shut, trying your best to keep your noises to a minimum as you bite your lip— but it’s useless, especially with the way he’s practically on you, his warm body on yours as you’re able to feel his erection against you.

Whining hopelessly, you let go of his hair, allowing your hand to trail down as you get a good feel of his body— his strong muscles, his abs that flex in anticipation as you begin pawing at his swim shorts.

“Please please please,” you cry, slipping a hand past the barriers and stroking his dick slowly, your hips picking up the pace as you hear him groan lowly into your ear, “please fuck me Hyun, I need you so bad and I’ve been waiting so patiently for you…”

“Have you?” Taehyun asks, relishing in the way your hand struggles to keep a pace, shivering slightly at the way you tighten your grip on him for a second, “because all seen today is the way my little attention whore of a girlfriend can’t survive if my eyes aren’t on her for a second.”

“Did you have fun seeing the way everyone else drooled over you?” He asks, pulling your hand away from him harshly before he’s stepping in between your legs, hooking one of them around his waist before he begins to grind against you, “did you like seeing me jealous, sweet thing?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you gasp, feeling him prod against your entrance as he unties your beach skirt with deft fingers, the cloth fluttering to the ground as he begins to grind against you harder, “I didn’t know—!”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” He mocks, taking pity on you for a second before his gaze is hardening again, “you never know, dumb little thing.”

It’s almost shameful how hard your pussy clenches at his words; you’ve made a mess of your bottom as Taehyun groans, eyes catching the way you’ve left a damp spot already.

“God, you really can’t control yourself, hmm?” He asks, cooing at you softly as he takes in the way you’ve already begun to tear up. The sound of distant voices has him pausing, and you feel as though you’re afraid to breathe as your wide eyes meet Taehyun’s.

“Did Taehyun leave already?” The voice is immediately recognizable as Taehyun narrows his eyes, listening to Yeonjun, one of the other lifeguards on rotation today, talk to someone else.

“Yeah… he left a few minutes ago,” Jay responds, and you can’t help but raise a brow as Taehyun takes a step away from you, about to mouth what are you doing? before he’s sinking to his knees before you, throwing a leg over his shoulder as you can only watch helplessly.

“With that one girl?” Yeonjun asks, your eyes widening as you glance over in the direction the sound comes from; you’re quickly brought to the man in front of you as he begins to litter kisses all over your inner thigh, biting the skin softly as he murmurs eyes on me. Shakily, you nod, letting out a shaky breath as the conversation from the two filters back to you two once more.

“Yeah, you saw her?” Jay says— Taehyun’s nimble fingers are undoing the ties of your bottoms with such ease that you can’t help but gasp as the fabric slips off, your pussy left for display as your boyfriend takes in how needy you are with a satisfied smile.

Taehyun’s tongue is warm and teasing as he circles it over your clit, letting his spit coat you freely before he’s pressing firm kisses against your bud— you're forced to slap a hand over your mouth as he begins to suck on it, his tongue running over the sensitive bud as you feel your thighs shaking around his head; his hair is wet and ticklish as it touches the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and you’re forced to concentrate in order to not let an embarrassing sound slip from your lips.

“Man, of course I did— she was fucking hot,” Yeonjun’s confession is enough to have Taehyun working harder, fingers prodding at your entrance and eagerly stretching you out as you choke back on a moan— in any other situation, you would be loud enough that Taehyun would have to stop to tease you about it, but the thought of either of them hearing you was much too mortifying as Taehyun began to slowly pump his fingers.

Your body said otherwise, however.

“I saw you give her those drinks for free,” Yeonjun teased, and you listened to the way Jay simply groaned at the reminder; you, on the other hand, were forced to remain quiet, your eyes rolling to the back of your head the moment Taehyun added a third finger, picking up his pace and bringing you closer to your high as you began to rock your hips against his face subconsciously, feeling his tongue beginning to wander as it licked all over your pussy— curling his fingers, you sighed, feeling the way he flattened his tongue against your clit before he began to pump his fingers once more.

“I thought I’d try to make a move on her or something,” Jay confesses, the embarrassed tone to his voice not lost on you as you feel yourself grow hot— your hand presses harder against your mouth as you reach down to thread your fingers through Taehyun’s hair, pulling him closer against your pussy as you subtly try to communicate that you’re close; he seems to get the hint as he does his best to keep his ministrations up, your eyes squeezing shut as their conversation continues to flow into your ears.

“But that was before I knew she was his girl,” Jay says, sighing as Yeonjun replies with an incredulous seriously? “Yeah, you should’ve seen the way he looked at me when he caught on, man. I was scared for my life.”

You’re sure you know how Taehyun was looking at him— at least, if it’s any resemblance to the way he looks at you now, his eyes filled with pure possessiveness and anger that it has you coming undone in seconds, a weak moan escaping through your hand as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taehyun helps you ride out your orgasm diligently, the lewd sounds of his tongue cleaning you up making you flustered as you cover your face in embarrassment.

He’s sucking teasing marks all over your inner thighs once more before he’s standing back up, prying your fingers apart gently as he whispers for you to look at him; your eyes are needy as you blink up at him, and Taehyun swears you’ve never looked more beautiful as you practically glow before him, his eyes darkening at the reminder that you’re all his— his coworkers could only dream of getting close to you, let alone having you in the position he does now.

“My pretty girl,” he sighs out, smiling at the way you throw your arms over his shoulders, bringing him in closer until you’re pulling him in for a tender kiss— it doesn’t last long however, your breathy whines making Taehyun press against your cunt once more, feeling how much wetter it’s gotten as he begins to kiss you senseless.

“My girl,” he repeats, pulling away to trail his kisses down to your neck, beginning to suck carelessly as he feels you reach down to pull his cock out, “all mine. Mine.”

His sudden possessiveness is new to you as you can only remain pliant under him, allowing him to do whatever he wants with you as he finally aligns himself at your entrance; biting your lip, you bury your head in the crook of Taehyun’s neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him tease you— rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, feeling the way you clench around nothing as he grinds against you subtly— it’s enough to have you digging your nails into him, whining into his ear that you need more as you feel his tip begin to nudge at your clit; you think you might lose it as you feel his precum drip all over your cunt, your hips shifting toward him involuntarily to try and chase the feeling.

Your mouth is falling open the moment he’s entering you; stretching you out, sliding in inch by inch as he feels your pussy fluttering around him uncontrollably— he can feel the way you’re gasping against his skin, and he’s hooking your leg over his waist once more as he presses you firmly against the wall of the building.

You’re shaking like a leaf against him; whining for more, biting and kissing at his skin absentmindedly as you grind against him, your cunt dripping and sucking him in as the thought of keeping quiet slowly escapes your mind.

It’s enough to have Taehyun tugging you back, pulling on your hair teasingly before he’s planting his hand firmly over your mouth— his eyes never leave yours, the conversation of the two men nearby muddled in your ears as Taehyun begins to move.

It’s slow at first, the grind of his hips against yours allowing his cock to hit deep into you, the wet sounds of your cunt around him making you feel slightly shy before the thought is completely thrown out the window— you could care less of what’s happening around you as he begins to thrust roughly against you, your body rocking from the motion and your eyes threatening to flutter shut as you feel his cock hit against your sweet spot; but you refrain from doing so, much more entranced by his gaze as he slowly begins to pick up the pace, the sounds that come from you getting more difficult to muffle as you feel yourself getting overwhelmed by the pleasure.

The reminder that there are two people that could hear you has you looking over to where they stand, feeling your heartbeat pick up from the anxiety as you eye that direction carefully— you’re quickly snapped back to reality the moment Taehyun is jerking your head back to him gently, tightening his hold on you as his gaze darkens.

“Eyes on me,” he whispers, rolling his hips just the way you like as though to make a point.

Eyes on him. Eyes only on him, you think, struggling to think anything coherent as his hand reaches up to pull your breasts out from your top, the flesh spilling out and beginning to bounce freely from the way Taehyun is fucking you— the heart jewelry that adorns your nipples shine at him, the sight making your boyfriend let out a weak moan as you feel him twitch inside you.

“So lucky to have you,” Taehyun sighs, reaching over to your other leg as he briefly lets go of your mouth— not before taking one of your hands and placing it over your mouth, pressing his hand firmly over your own as he gives you a stern look— and he hoists you up, leaving you completely at his mercy as he begins to bounce you on his cock, the feeling making you slap your other hand over your mouth as you eyes roll back from the pleasure.

“Stupid little airhead, only has eyes for me,” he rambles, laughing quietly to himself before it breaks out into another moan— he’s practically driving you into the wall behind you as he fucks into you roughly, able to set a much faster pace as he watches your tits bounce in his face lewdly, “god, so glad to have you all to myself— you’re perfect, cute little pussy was made for me.”

You clench down on him at that, feeling as though you’re going crazy from the pleasure— that, and the way your boyfriend looks, feeling your nails dig into your cheeks as you take in his messy, wet hair, his tan skin and muscles that flex from using his strength on you, and his face that’s contorted with pleasure as his lips become bruised with how much he’s biting on them— in an effort to keep himself quiet, he hovers over you, placing his head directly next to yours so he can moan and whisper to you freely.

“Wanna cum?” He asks, feeling the way you’re beginning to clench uncontrollably; frantically, you nod, tears beginning to pool in your eyes as you look at him with pure desperation in your eyes.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he grins, knowing that you’re too fucked to even speak correctly, “mine, and only mine.”

You’re trying to choke back on your sounds as you wonder if doing that is even possible— then he slows down, grinding into you and burying his cock as deep as possible as it begins to kiss your cervix— coyly, he leans down, his hair tickling your collarbone as he wraps his mouth around your breast; circling your nipple with his tongue lewdly, covering it in his spit and tracing over the heart-piercing before he’s blowing air on it— you’re shaking from the feeling of him, unsure of how you’ll do what he asks without blowing your cover completely.

“Hyun…” you whine out quietly for him, sniffling as he slows down his pace, almost stilling inside you as he watches fat tears run down your cheeks with cruel eyes, “Hyun, I’m only yours— I only want you, no one else, promise I only think of you, love you so much…”

The way you’re hiccuping from the effort to choke back on your sounds has Taehyun groaning, taking a deep breath in order not to come before he’s pressing his lips firmly against yours— then he’s resuming his pace, watching as you quickly quiet yourself as your body bounces from how hard he’s fucking you.

It’s too much— you’re falling apart the moment he’s bringing a hand over to circle your clit, supporting you against the wall and holding you up with his other arm as he watches you fall apart, his mouth opening in a silent moan as you tighten around him, pleading breathily for him to cum inside as you do so.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?” He asks, riding out your orgasm as he buries his head into your neck, “have you dripping with my cum while other people try to flirt with you? Give you a little reminder of who you belong to, fuck…”

With one last harsh thrust, he buries himself deep in you, finally coming undone and filling you up with his hot cum as you moan against your hand— the harsh bite he leaves on the juncture of your neck has you whimpering weakly, hands becoming limp and falling against his chest as he presses the rest of his body against you, holding you up as the two of you pant and try to regain your composure.

“You’re too good to me,” Taehyun finally sighs out, placing soothing kisses over the place he bit you, listening to the way you laugh softly in response. You’re throwing your arms over his neck as one of them moves to his nape, pulling him away from your neck and bringing him in for a sweet kiss— you’re reluctant to part as you speak, unable to hold back from pecking him between your words as you do so.

“You’re too good for me,” you say, pausing to give him a kiss, irresistible as always as he laughs breathily at your words, “you’re always putting up with me.”

“Not your fault you’re irresistible,” Taehyun smiles, watching as you grow shy under his comment despite the fact that he’s still bottomed out inside you, “I still love showing you off.”

“I wanna show you off too, you know,” you pout, hitting his chest gently before you’re pausing, biting your lip uncertainly as you tilt your head, “if you’re okay with that.”

Taehyun realizes quickly what you’re referring to, unable to stop the fond laugh that escapes him as he takes a second to think.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

It takes a second of you celebrating cheerfully to finally sober up and ask Taehyun to put you down— your legs are wobbly as you feel your face grow hot, his cum immediately leaking out of you as you whine in embarrassment for him to not stare— he can only shake his head in amusement at your antics, helping you clean up with the only thing he’s able to find at the moment.

“Wait, that’s my favorite beach skirt,” you whine, not putting up much of a fight as Taehyun kneels before you, your leg thrown over his shoulder as he cleans you up, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs as he does so.

“I can wash it,” he replies, unable to hide his grimace as he tucks it away in his pocket; the sight is enough to have you giggling, readjusting your swimsuit and fixing your appearance before you’re hiding behind Taehyun, asking him if his coworkers are gone yet.

“The coast is clear,” he hums, scanning the nearly empty beach as he spots your friends sitting by the ocean, chatting idly amongst themselves.

“You don’t think they heard us, right?” You ask, blinking at him innocently as the belief that you did a good job keeping quiet runs through your head— the sight is enough to have Taehyun soften, letting out a sigh before he’s nodding his head.

“Yeah. You were so good for me.”

Taehyun knows better, though— but he doesn’t really mind, because now he knows that he won’t have to worry about either coworker flirting with you the next time you come to the beach.

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munsonshire · 28 days

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Dating Stiles Stilinski Headcanons

Pairing: Stiles x reader (gender neutral)

Ok, so these are going to be general, later on I'll make more specific ones.

Masterlist

Him always telling you how cute you are

Always receiving support from him

Making puns and funny jokes and laughing t them

Him snuggling to your neck whenever you're cuddling

Pillow fights and sleepovers

Stealing his clothes, especially that lacrosse hoodie

Piggyback rides when he knows you're tired

He mimics you when he is annoyed by you

Sarcasm, SO MUCH SARCASM FROM BOTH OF YOU

Silly fights with sarcastic comebacks from the both of you

Complimenting each other during a fight

High-fiving each other when defending the other against someone

PRANKS, I MEAN HIS NAME IS MISCHIEF, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT

Expect to get a lot of ass slapping from him

Forehead kisses and forehead touches especially after a battle or after the void Stiles era

Tickle fights

CUDDLES AD HUGS CUZ MY BABY DESERVES LOVE

Making out a lot, in Stiles Jeep

Sheriff Stilinski loves you and thinks you're a good influence on Stiles

Being one of the few people who knew his real name (Mieczyslaw)

Helping him do research on every mythological creature just in case it really does exist

Helping Scott with full moons

Double dates with Scott and Allison

Helping Stiles when he's paralyzed because of the kanima venom

When he's possessed by void, the Oni never attack you

Voi is also attracted to you and he takes you hostage with Lydia

Void likes to call you little dove, to annoy Stiles and bc he likes you too

Being there when Stiles is about to unalive himself to save everyone and begging him not to do it

nearly fainting yourself because he fainted after killing Void

kissing and hugging him after he wakes up

trying to convince him that Allison's and Aiden's deaths weren't his fault

trying to help him through the nightmares

Believing Stiles when he said there was something wrong with Theo

Taking care of him after the Donovan incident

remembering Stiles in pieces when he was taken by the wild hunt

Star Wars marathons, I'm sorry if you don't like them but THEY ARE HIS FAVES

Stiles being protective and pushing you away so you don't get hurt

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf masterlist #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles teen wolf #stiles stilinksi x reader #teen wolf stiles #stiles headcanons #stiles x reader headcanons

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cannotgiveafuck · 2 years

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Have another nonsense snippet! IDK I just wanted to write Billy Batson and Captain Cold bc he’s on my list of villain/ antihero/ dubious influence that would adore this lil magical street rat.

"This isn't what I had in mind when you invited me to Star City, you know." Billy couldn't quite reign in the resignation, the sigh not so much tired as aware he should've known better.

Captain Cold adjusted his hold on Billy, kept him secured under his arm like he was a sack of cash or jewels, and not a literal child he brought with to a heist. "I didn't invite you, lil scarlett, I kidnapped you."

"I was trying to be generous here."

"Don't do me any favors, or you'll smear my carefully crafted reputation."

"The only reputation you have is your enjoyment to hear yourself talk, Lenny," came the overly chipper, yet sarcastic voice of Gold Glider. She held her gold gun aloft on her shoulder, something shiny and most assuredly stolen in her hand.

Leonard Snart gave his sister a significant look that Billy had come to know as the 'haha you are very funny' look, but somehow with more attitude despite the blank expression. The Snarts were very good at a variety of silent expressions. "Come now, you have better insults than that."

"Tell him his plan is poorly thought out!" Billy piped up. Much to the delight of Lisa and chagrin of Len.

"Insulting the man that kidnapped you isn't well thought out, kid."

"Hey! Being kidnapped means I get to insult you the entire time! If you're using me as an accessory to a crime, I should have a say,” as though Billy would ever actually want to be involved, but he knew by this point he was along for the ride. There was a reason Len kept a hold on him and it was not entirely to ensure Billy’s safety.

“No, being kidnapped means you get exactly zero say. You’re supposed to look sad and distressed, can’t you turn on those big blues and get the water works going?”

The look Billy shot up at him made Lisa whistle in appreciation.

“Look at that, the kid is actually learning something from you!”

“Lise...”

“Alright, alright, I’ll go check on Mick and make sure he’s not setting any paintings on fire. Try to teach the kid something else while you got him!”

The paired shouting of “I’m not a dog!” and “He’s not my mentee!” only got a lazy wave as she strutted away. Whatever the kid got from this, Lisa didn’t particularly care. He wasn’t in danger and not for reals upset, so the two boys spending time together was a good thing all around. Her brother got antsy when he didn’t bother any of his favorite good doers.

“We could have literally done anything else today, you know. Could’ve enjoyed the museum without stealing from it! Or gone to the park or the movies-”

“As riveting as those suggestions are, none of them spark the true Star City experience as a good ol heist with yours truly,” Leonard had walked into the next room and proceeded to freeze a glass container and its security sensors, hitting it just right to break apart and leave the golden wristlet free to grab. “Besides, do ancient Egyptian artifacts truly belong to this place?”

Billy was about to open his mouth to tell Len that how museums work and function probably involved a lot of paperwork and handling objects between hands, but then he realized he also didn’t actually know who owned all of the stuff there. Especially the older pieces that were probably stolen from sites long ago anyway. Billy closed his mouth, and Len made a triumphant noise.

“Lemme see!” Those crafty, nimble hands of his swiped the bracelet before the bad could close, and Billy inspected the item closely. It didn’t feel magical, but it definitely felt old. Or at least he thought it did. “Hmmm...”

“I won’t reprimand you for that, so long as you plan on keeping it.” As if Len would be entirely too proud if he got Billy to steal something.

Billy said nothing to rebuke that.

“I sincerely hope you’re not giving kiddie lessons on stealing, Cold,” came a sudden familiar voice behind them, right as the air in the room became charged with the sort of energy only the speed force could conjure. “Thievery 101 shouldn’t go on his resume for school.”

It was like Len’s entire face lit up, he smiled wide and turned on his heels with a dramatic pivot. “Oh, don’t be absurd, Scarlett. This is at least Heist 105, the kid isn’t a total newbie.”

The Flash crossed his arms, not at all buying it, but that was part of the game there - the banter. Though this particular situation was a new one. Barry had been aware that Len and Billy knew each other, but seeing one hoist the other under his arms in the midst of an afterhours heist was still not something he had been prepared to deal with. “The kid isn’t going to steal artifacts for you.”

A red gloved hand gestured out for the golden wristlet.

Blue eyes glanced up at the Flash, and then back down to the artifact. He made a noise of conflicted contemplation.

“Billy...” The Flash began, somewhat stern, but mostly surprised and unsure at the turn of events.

Billy made the noise again and held onto the bracelet tighter.

“Hah! Sorry, little scarlet is taking my classes after all,” Len crowed.

Barry made a displeased sound, “You’re being a bad influence on him, is what you’re doing!”

“No need to be jealous,” Captain Cold cooed, absolutely delighted by it all. “You’re still my favorite crime fighting idiot in tights, Scarlet. The kid’s just on my team now.”

“I’m not taking it for myself!” Billy felt the need to explain himself. He didn’t steal unless it was right thing to do, and sometimes it was! But he also really did not want Barry to be disappointed in him. “If it’s from Ancient Egypt it should go to someone of that culture, right? Since it was probably just taken from the ground or a burial site...”

“Uh, news flash, kid, no one alive from that yesteryear is running around - puns intended.” Whatever Billy’s reasoning, Len was still counting this as win.

“Well, I mean, there’s one person...”

“Billy.” This time Flash used a tone that was definitely stern and concerned.

“What! He’s actually from Ancient Egypt, and--”

“No.”

“But if there’s anyone who would have a claim--”

“That’s not how this works, Billy!”

“Now, hold on, let the kid speak--”

“Stay outta this, Len!”

“I’m giving it to Teth Adam.”

And for once, of their own volition, both The Flash and Captain Cold agreed, “Billy, no!”

#billy batson #captain marvel #shazam #the flash #captain cold #listen. I just love Cold and Flash banter so much #and adding Billy into the mix makes it so much better #also no. billy does not understand how museums or reparations work #he just wants Teth Adam to like him. or at least not hate him #gifts should work right?#in which Flash and Cold become uncles that teach billy contradictory lessons #he doesnt need them but he likes spending time with both of them

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thatsokayy · 2 years

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“I’d Probably Still Adore You With Your Hands Around My Neck” - Sou Hiyori | Shin Tsukimi x Fem Reader

You've got something Sou wants, so you offer a trade. The stress of all that's happened really starts to pile on two horny young adults who have a lot of heated tension.

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he's addressed as sou bc this is before his name reveal and you're in the game blah blah, takes place chapter 2 part 1, enemies to enemies with benefits, Barebacking, Creampie, Doggy Style, Wall Sex, Riding, Cowgirl Position, Vaginal Sex, Breeding, long intro with equally long sex scenes, Begging, he's vocal, Whining, Reader-Insert, he calls you "miss", Female Reader, Vaginal Fingering, Hickeys, Bruising

6,620 words

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37517044

full fic under cut

The ruined corridor was extremely eerie. You hated being in there alone, especially with Kanna's trial room at the end of the hallway, disturbingly similar to your own. It felt as if you were presented with the puzzle ages ago, and when because of you that stranger you were paired up with…

You trudged one with heavy steps. You had a mission and you were determined to go through with it.

You heard the confrontation between Keiji, Sara, and Sou a little while ago. You were in the dark about a few things, but some eavesdropping let you in on the gist of what was going on… Kai's laptop found on the first floor was discovered again. Keiji, Q-taro, and Sara lost it and Sou got it back somehow, and he had the charger for it. Keiji and Sara seemed to be having some conflict with each other, which could be a real issue for everybody since they were the backbone of most operations.

Everyone else tended to float to their side. Sou was a bit of an instigator, with the suspicion upon him that he influenced Joe’s card in the last Main Game and generally being an asshole to everyone who even tried to converse with him.

You felt terrible for Sara. You couldn’t even get close to imagining what it felt like to lose your best friend to something that was uncontrollable. Just having to see a complete stranger die brutally was sickening itself, but your best friend? She was so young too.

Regarding who was on whose side, you were more in the middle of the bunch. Sure, you agreed with Sara and her group’s ideals; everyone ought to work together to get out of this hell hole. But your distrust of the others, especially that shady Keiji guy, made it hard to stick around with them. You were definitely not on Sou’s side, that was for certain. Just thinking about how he’d been manipulating poor Kanna to do his bidding made your teeth grind. He was shrewd, rude, and had even convinced you that he was a good guy when all of you first met. His change in face hurt you more than you’d like to admit; you’d taken a real liking to him and considered him a close companion… at least, as close as you could get to someone after knowing them for only a short time.

The introduction of the Me-Tokens enticed you, especially with the opportunity of uncovering Sou’s secrets. You had formulated a plan to get some of his Tokens, which required you to give him a taste of his own medicine. Your excellent snooping skills provided you with a boon that he would without a doubt try to get from you. He knew more about this terrible game than he was letting on. Maybe his Sou-Tokens could give you some insight?

All this is what led up to you wandering through the ruined corridor, seeking out Sou.

The creepiest room, but also the most likely one to find him in, was the room with its entrance covered in rubble. No light came from within it, but there was an odd buzzing as if something electrical was powered on. As you carefully edged around the corner, you began to hear the clicking of typing on a keyboard.

It had to be Sou, no doubt about it. It was too dark to see anything clearly, but the outline of a person hunched over a laptop was sitting in there. You had to be quiet and cautious. If he caught wind of you sneaking up to him, he’d run out and your plan would be foiled.

It would require some physical strength to hold him down so he couldn’t escape. You weren’t worried about that part because Sou was surely not capable of fighting back against you. You were mostly concerned that he would yell out and scream, but that wasn’t likely because he wouldn’t want the others to come in, considering a certain group of people may join in with you by holding him immobile as they stole the laptop, leaving your own end of the scheme unresolved.

You crept slowly, making sure you wouldn’t accidentally trip over any rubble, which got easier as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You suspected Sou would be more alert considering everyone hated his guts and letting his guard down could mean life or death, but he didn’t turn around as you approached slowly, your calves aching as you tiptoed agonizingly slow.

Once you were close enough, you observed what he was doing. He was on the lock screen of the laptop, trying to guess the new password. He sat with his head resting on his chin, deep in thought.

This was your chance, and it might be the only one you get.

With swift movements, you tightly snagged his wrist and pushed his shoulder against the back of the chair, making him unable to turn and see who his attacker was.

“Fuck!” Sou’s tone was one of complete shock, but he was smart enough to hush himself down. He was cunning and good at smoothly talking his way out of things, but that wouldn’t work now if someone walked in considering most of the other participants would rather see him dead.

“Listen, don’t yell. I wanna talk to you,” you mumbled. His shoulders seemed to untense a moment after recognizing your voice, or he was so weak that he couldn’t put up a fight anymore after only a few seconds of struggling.

“Talk to me? Sure,” he replied. “If you’re trying to get the laptop back, don’t even bother.”

You eased your grip on his shoulder and he sucked in a breath through his teeth as he rolled it. “I’m not interested in the laptop. Like I said, just a talk is all I’m looking for,” you said.

Sou laughed, but it was a bitter one and you anticipated a snarky comment to follow it. “Yeah, just a talk. Right.” He turned his head up to look at you, eyes narrowed in a scowl. You caught a glimpse of his collar tucked under his scarf.

“If you want a talk with me, let go of me. You’re gonna leave bruises,” he said as he yanked his arm and you complied. He shut the laptop, standing up and shaking his now-freed hand in the process.

He leaned in closer to you as he talked as if to intimidate you. It didn’t work very well, considering you were surrounded by taller-than-average men ever since you got to this game who were much more unnerving with appearances alone. Sou was unpredictable and cunning, which was menacing in its own way. At least he had that going for him.

“Are you here to be Miss Sara’s little spy? Interrogate me on what I know? I told you all already that I’m just as much in the dark as the rest of you,” he sneered.

You wanted to slap him silly, tell him to back up a little. That would get you nowhere though. Instead of responding, you pulled out the smartphone from Kanna’s trial room from your pocket. Sou’s aggravating smirk quickly changed to a frown and he lunged for the phone. You were quicker than him, however, and kept it out of his reach.

“I knew you wanted this,” you said. Earlier, you witnessed Sara and Kanna heading to the sickening trial room at the end of the hallway and Sou arriving with Alice. That was suspicious in its own right, but after seeing Sou and Sara each eye the room as they passed, you went in on your own to try and figure out what was in there.

From the exclamation Sara gave when she went in with Kanna in tow, you expected to see her sister’s mangled body or traces of it. Luckily, the room had been cleaned up. However, you spotted the smartphone under the bed with a disturbingly horrible message meant for Kanna’s eyes: a goodbye message from her sister telling Kanna to go to hell for ditching her.

You figured this is what Sou wanted and snatched it up before anyone else could enter the room. This is how you ended up with it, and you were evidently right about your assumption. Sou stared at you in distaste, accepting that he couldn’t steal it out of your hand and avoid any bartering.

“You’re real sneaky. Someone like you has a real chance of winning this game, huh?” He paired this comment with a slight smile, the same one he gave you when he first introduced himself as the timid job hopper.

Whether you had the skills to win or lose wasn’t your top concern, although it would come up eventually, wouldn’t it? It was unavoidable. You felt a pit in your stomach when you realized this is how he so easily got people to trust him; snide comments that hit you right in your weak spot.

“I want to make a trade. Your Tokens for the phone. How about that?” You said.

Sou’s eyebrow cocked. “You just had to get yourself into something that didn’t involve you, Miss (y/n).” He readjusted the laptop under his arm. “Alright, I’ll trade you some. Don’t expect me to fork over all—”

Voices from the hallway grew louder as they got closer to the room the two of you were in. You recognized Q-taro’s booming voice and Keiji’s smooth mumbles.

“Look, I know y’all probably don’t wanna talk t’me right now, but I just wanna say I’m sorry,” Q-taro said.

You couldn’t hear Keiji’s response, but it seemed to aggravate Q-Taro since his tone got considerably louder.

The air left your lungs as Sou swiftly pulled you against him, hiding behind the wall so that the men wouldn’t spot you two if they decided to check the room. His hand covered your mouth as his other wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

His palm was sweaty against your lips which made you grimace in disgust, but the pressure of his chest rising and falling against your back and his quick breaths tickling your ears made your heart pound. You hated Sou, you really did, but being this close to anybody would naturally get a reaction out of anyone. You could smell the scent of the communal bath's shampoo, he was incredibly warm, and your body held against his with no discomfort or awkward angles.

He didn't move an inch as he listened to ensure Keiji and Q-taro weren't in the corridor anymore. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you flush against him.

Sou emptied all the held air in his lungs with a large sigh and moved his hand away from your mouth once he judged that the coast was clear. "We'll talk in your room. If anyone asks, say we're trading our Tokens. Do not mention the laptop or the phone. If you do anything to mess with our deal…" He paused to give you time to assume what he meant.

You pulled away from him and gave yourself a few feet of distance. Goosebumps remained on your arms and you tried to calm your heart from exploding out of your chest. You realized how cold the room was now that he wasn't holding you tight against him. "What're you gonna do?" You mocked.

“Don’t play around with me,” he replied. “We’ve got another Main Game coming up.”

The fact that he could say such heartless things without hesitation made your stomach twist. Sou was more determined to get out of here than anyone and was prepared to drag everyone down with him if he couldn’t win. You thanked whatever cruel higher power that was watching you that he was the only one who seemed to have such evil intentions out of all the people here.

The walk back to your room was silent. You trailed behind Sou, making sure he didn’t try to do anything suspicious. Now and then he’d turn around to scoff at you or see if you were planning something, but otherwise, he kept quiet. The two of you didn’t encounter anyone on the way to your room. You opened the door for him and nodded his head as thanks.

You locked the door and sat on the bed while Sou took a seat on one of the chairs. He removed Kai’s laptop from the inside of his jacket and took out his wallet, jingling with Tokens. You held the phone tight in your hand.

“Tell me why you wanted my Tokens,” he said. “Otherwise I refuse to give them to you.”

Wasn’t it obvious? What else are they for? “Take a wild guess, Sou.”

“I have to make sure you’re not in cahoots with that damn policeman and his little friend,” he said. He tugged on his scarf to adjust it.

“When’s the last time you saw me talking with them, hm?” You stood up in front of him. “I’m not trying to trade them to anyone else. Give me fifty for the prize exchange.”

Sou cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, you wanna know what my profile says about me? I’m just as curious as you.”

Good, you thought. He seems to be open for a trade. “I’ll show you what’s on it if you trade the Tokens for the smartphone. Otherwise, I’m keeping the phone.”

You had no idea what his intentions were for the phone. Did he want Kanna to see the message her sister left for her? Another way to break her and command her to do his bidding? He seemed to want it pretty badly; he was eyeing it in your hand through the entire conversation.

“I can’t let you see what's on my profile,” he mumbled. The sudden change in his tone made you wary of him.

“Why not? Maybe you’re tied to this game in some way. We already know our kidnappers are capable of creepy realistic dolls and accurate AI. Who’s to say they can’t give you some kind of amnesia so you forget what you knew about them?” You said.

“Aren’t you at all suspicious as to why Kai had Sara’s family name as the password? The emails? If you want to know something about the Game, get her Tokens. I won’t have anything about it in mine.” Sou stood up now to match your position. He leaned close, head tilted to the side. The laptop was placed on the chair, so even if you did try to lunge for it, he could easily reach it before you.

He was being logical about that. But Sara’s profile wouldn’t have anything about her family, other than where they lived maybe. It’d only have information about herself. Unless she was a crazy good liar and as willing as Sou to let people die, especially her very own friend Joe, you didn’t expect her to secretly know anything about the game either.

“You’re being pretty stupid,” Sou said bluntly. “Give me the damn phone. I’ll make sure to not throw you under the bus later on. Unless… you’re willing to put Gin’s life on the line too? Maybe poor Sara's?"

At first, you paused to make sure you heard him right. The realization that he meant what he said forced a shocked laugh out of you. “Don’t bring them into this! They're just kids!”

“Oh, I shouldn’t bring them into this, huh? You’re saying this to me and not the sick fucks who put us and innocent kids into this Game?!” He brought his hand up to your chin, gripping it hard to make sure you wouldn’t turn away from his gaze. He stared into your eyes, the corners of his mouth upturned in a malicious smile.

You could feel your heart drop into your stomach. You could easily pull away from his grasp, but you were struck with such strong unease that your body wasn’t responding to your brain’s signals to move! Push him away!

Bringing your hand up, you gripped his wrist and clenched your jaw. “Don’t try to scare me with your silly little threats,” you replied.

Your response caused him to cock an eyebrow. He let out a huff. “‘Silly’, Miss (y/n)? You think I’m talking out of my ass?” He slowly turned your face to the side, then to the other as if he was observing you and getting a good look at your features for the first time.

“Sure, you got away with it in the first Main Game, but are you strong enough to do it again this time? Or are you gonna pussy out of it?” You managed to give him a smartass smirk to really push in your point.

The next few events happened so fast and so unexpectedly that you couldn’t process what was going on until it was well underway. After his features flashed with abhorrence, just for a split second, Sou moved his hand from your chin to the back of your head, fingers intertwining in the roots of your hair as he pulled back. Not hard enough to cause severe pain, but enough where you cried out with a yelp and thought, what a fucking dick! Playing dirty! Is he seriously going to get physical just because I called him a pussy?!

His face leaned into the crook of your neck and you felt the unexpected pain of his teeth biting down on the sensitive skin, then suckling on the same spot.

Your pained cries forcefully turned to staggered whimpers, because although you had no idea what the hell he was trying to accomplish with this, you were begrudgingly enjoying it. His other arm wrapped around the small of your back to steady you, more like keep you from pulling away, as he burrowed his face into your neck and shoulders, nipping and sucking till you were sure you’d have a big ugly patch of red and purple trailing down the right side of your neck.

You knew you’d eventually collapse if he continued his attack on your skin. Your legs felt like jelly and your gut was twisting with giddy butterflies. Sou suddenly pulled away and shoved you to the side against the wall. Your palms met the wall with a smack, and you felt the ebbing pain similar to that when you fall on your ass and use your hands to catch yourself. He gave you no time to turn around and retort because he was upon you again, his fingers interlocking with yours above your head as he held you pressed against the wall.

You realized that you had dropped the smartphone by this point, but that was the least of your concerns right now. His knee nudged and pushed against your clothed cunt from behind, giving it just enough friction to cause your breathing to come out in quick, heavy huffs.

When you craned your neck around to try and look him in the eyes, he moved in, smashing his lips against yours fervently and rather rough. His hands pushed down on yours, making your wrists ache and skin sting.

Sou pulled back for a breather and looked at you with a dumbstruck look on his face. His eyes trailed the bruises on your neck, then he met your gaze.

You took this opportunity to finally voice the thoughts in your head, although you didn’t actively try to pull away your hands. You very well could, if you wanted to. Curiosity of what was to come and his intentions got the best of you. “What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get me to admit something?! Y—”

“Oh my god, just shut up, Miss (y/n). You’re so noisy. Too damn noisy,” he said with a chuckle under his breath. The feeling of his breath hitting the nape of your neck sent a dizzying shiver of arousal to your cunt. He leaned in again, and you could tell this time he tried to not be so rude and pushy with his kiss, waiting until you initiated the movement and prodded your tongue against his lower lip before he continued. His hand trailed down to get under your shirt, making his way to your tits, thumbing your pebbled nipples and squeezing the flesh tight. His hand was cold and provided an interesting sensation that you guiltily enjoyed, clearly, with how you couldn’t help but grind against his thigh pushing up between your legs.

The smartphone was nowhere to be seen, neither of you paying any mind to it now considering the situation presenting itself. You’d gotten into this intending to get something useful out of it; gaining his Tokens, any information Sou had been withholding from the rest of the group, or even an answer on why he wasn’t collaborating with the others. But all that escaped your mind as he fondled your breasts, fingers tracing over your sensitive nipples, his lips pushing against yours as if you’d back away if he held off even a bit. He pressed against your ass, the growing pressure of his cock insistent and pushy as the two of you got more intimate.

You bit his lip, demanding him to go deeper, farther with the kiss, but he pulled away, leaving you hot and bothered. Either he was teasing you or didn’t know what he was doing, but it was getting really annoying having to stop when it was just getting good.

Sou moved his hand down to unbuckle his belt, tossing it to the side without care as to the noise it made when it hit the floor. He unzipped his pants and lowered them, and you suddenly felt shame at what the two of you were doing.

Just a bit ago you swore you wanted to punch his stupid face in. Now, you could feel your cunt anticipating his entrance, fucking you hard against the wall, hearing his annoying voice whine your name with an affectionate “Miss” before it. Even the mere thought of what he could do to you in such a compromising position caused your legs to clasp together as your pussy clenched with delirious lust. Sou was leaning his head against your shoulder, watching your eyes slowly shut as your imagination ran amok.

“What are you waiting for?” You heatedly asked. “Is this your sick idea of a joke?”

“Yeah, ‘cuz I’d be pinning you against the wall and groping your chest as a joke. You’re real dumb, Miss (y/n).” Sou reached to grab your hips and pushed his growing hard-on against your ass, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a jagged sigh as you cooperated and pushed back against him.

His fingers slowly moved to the front of your pants, where he unbuttoned them and began to pull them down along with your panties. He let them fall to your ankles, but before his hands returned to your hips he dragged a knuckle against your throbbing clit, forcing a strained whine from your throat.

The whole situation wasn't very romantic, rather a step-by-step process as he grew more adventurous and pushed his boundaries. Sou reached to grab the meat of your ass, nails digging into the crease of your thighs. You couldn't do much except stare at the bare wall in embarrassment, sure that if you were facing him you wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes.

“What happened to you giving me daggers, hm?” A slight jiggle as he clutched your cheek in his hand, but you held your tongue. “You weren’t afraid to talk back. What happened?”

He smacked your ass without warning, making you suck in a quick breath through clenched teeth. He laughed at the reaction and gripped it once more before he slid his hand to your soaking cunt, two fingers pressing tentatively at the entrance.

You eased your feet apart, although you didn’t do it consciously, to give him more room as he pushed in, the slick from the prolonged tension making it an easy task. His fingers were slender and he prodded your walls, gauging your reactions with each push. When he got a quiet moan out of you, he began to finger-fuck you vigorously and you gripped the wall for support to no avail.

“You take it so good, (y/n). So wet for me. Was it from the arguing? My pervy touches? Do you like being cornered like this?” He paused to breathe, the action of fingering your tight pussy taking a lot out of him.

“You’re so annoying. I could say the same about you. I can feel how hard you are when you're grinding against my ass,” you whispered as the tips of his fingers careened against the bundle of nerves, sending a fresh wave of lustful intoxication to your head. He favored the spot after that and moved his other hand to press down on your clit and rub small circles over the bud.

Your inner thigh muscles began to strain as you approached an orgasm. You reached for his wrist to try and steady yourself, feeling distressed at how much you enjoyed Sou’s fingers spreading open your cunt.

“You're gonna make m- me… cum,” you said, your voice warbled with the pressing build-up of your orgasm, coated with a thin layer of shame at how easy he brought you to it.

With no control over your body anymore, your thighs snapped shut as you came, slick coating his fingers as he fucked you as best as he could while your walls clenched around his digits. You squeezed his wrist tight in an attempt to cull his motions on your sensitive clit, the feeling borderline painful as you rode down your climax and he pulled out his fingers.

You panted heavily, wiping at your mouth to make sure you hadn't drooled during your delirious state of mind while you only focused on the feeling of Sou's fingers curling up into you. He left you winded as your pussy slowly clenched around nothing, waiting and begging for more.

Behind you, Sou was pulling down his underwear, stroking himself with your cum still on his fingers. He didn’t give you a chance to rest before he prodded your pussy with his tip, leaning in to bite the lobe of your ear.

“Bend over for me more, ‘kay?” He mumbled, slowly rubbing his cock as he pulled back on your hip, trying to make you push against it and meet him halfway.

Rather than a response, you brought your hand back and began to pump his cock quickly, making him stutter out an exclamation. He dug his nails into your hip, trying to keep his cool and hold down any urges to whine.

“Ah, fuck,” he whispered, having the ability to pull away from your grasp but choosing not to. “Qu- quit it, or else I’ll tell them how you begged me for this, begged me to fuck you.”

You figured it would only be fair to get him off without the help of your cunt surrounding his achingly hard cock, but a flash of thought about him pushing into you made you decide otherwise. As much as you hated to admit it, the only thing you were craving right now was him thrusting into you, his snide comments mumbled into your ear as you took it like a good girl, just as he wanted. He sure was good at manipulating your own feelings; he made you hate him one moment and desperate for him to fuck into you the next.

You were sure he wouldn't tell the others about your little get together, but you wordlessly complied, moving to place your hands up on the wall, jutting out your bottom slightly to give him a better vantage to fuck you, and it took it as an invitation to get right to it. Lubing up his cock with your juices, he dragged in along your folds, making you let out an exasperated huff.

You were getting impatient, the teasing almost unbearable. If he kept this up, soon enough the others would start to look for you two and you’d have to part ways for the time being. Who knew when you’d get a chance to be alone again? And would he be willing to do it again?

The fact that you even thought that bothered you, although you weren’t surprised anymore. By this point you realized you liked him, really liked him, at least in a sexual way.

Which was a real shame, considering how much of an asshole he was.

You were about to turn around and complain to him, sarcastically tell him to keep taking his sweet time, but he pushed into you without notice and you felt the air you didn’t realize you were holding leave your lungs.

Sou mimicked your exhale, taking a moment to bask in the feeling before he slowly bottomed out, watching himself disappear into you. He held his hands on your waist, holding you in place. After a moment, he raised his head to look at you, a smug smile on his face.

“You feel awfully good, Miss (y/n). I wouldn’t complain if we happened to be alone again and you were up for it,” Sou said.

It’s as if he read your mind. “Oh yeah?” You mused. But that was all you would say to encourage him.

He slowly moved your hips against his as he worked up to the pace he wanted, sliding in and out of you with ease. The position he had you in made it so his cock slid against your front wall as it pushed in, making your clit jolt slightly as your spongey G-spot was gently massaged with each thrust.

Sou adjusted once more; he wrapped his right arm around your pelvis as if he was hugging you from behind, and the other snaked up to grip at your tits. He gave your nipple a small pinch and you whimpered at the touch.

That seemed to trigger something for him because he picked up his pace, his newfound arm position allowing him to pull you against his own thrusts, your ass meeting his thighs as the skin slapped with hollow claps. He rested his head into the crook of your neck once more and you could feel his hot breath fan against the skin on your nape, a million nerves lighting up at the sensation.

He rutted into you without care as to how you felt. The searing ache of being fucked hard with reckless abandon was dulled by the surge of hormones you were feeling, your pussy being stretched out for the first time in a while. You were sure you’d be aching by the time you went to sleep. Lewd squelches came from you as he pumped into you, and your deep breaths turned into strained moans as his cock continued to brush past your frontal wall.

Moving his hand from your tits, he brought it down to your clit once more and rubbed his fingers against your sore bud, begging for some kind of attention. Your muscles were aching and weak from the constant strain of being near orgasm for so long, your head dizzy from the haze of arousal.

You could hear hints of whines under Sou's breath as he exhaled against your neck. The realization that his uncontrolled utterings were your doing made your cunt squeeze around his cock, which caused him to moan, his lips brushing against your neck.

“Damn it,” he said. “You’ve already got me close.” He paused to take a breath. “Y- you feel so good. So good, (y/n).”

He continued to rut into you, but his pace began to get sloppy as he neared his own climax. The irregular, rough thrusts into your G-spot paired with his slim fingers attacking your swollen clit, along with his soft mutterings of your name against your neck brought you over the edge and you came once more, coating his dick with your creamy release.

The tightening of your pussy dragged him to his climax, and he tightened his grip on your pelvis with a heavy moan as he fucked into you once, twice, three times, pushing his hot load deep into you.

He remained in you for a bit, panting against your skin, although now he moved to rest his forehead against your shoulder blade. He didn’t have the strength in him to make a clever comment. He pulled out after his breathing returned to normal and began gathering his clothes.

You stood against the wall for a moment before moving towards him, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the bed.

“What do you want now?” He questioned, but he followed you and let you move his body.

“Lay down on the bed,” you replied.

Sou raised an eyebrow at you, moving to lay down and adjusting the pillows behind his back. You moved in, positioning your knees next to his hips. He suddenly had a bashful look on his face, although he kept up his cocky tone.

“You’re taking the reins now? You sure you can handle it?” He teased.

In place of a response, you lowered yourself down onto his dick, grinding your wet core against his shaft. He gaped as you slowly dragged in between your folds, moving his hands to your hips to give himself a better vantage to push up against you.

Sou struggled to keep his composure, biting his lip as his fingertips pushed into the flesh of your hips.

“You don’t like the teasing very much, do you?” You braced your hand on the headboard behind him. A particularly deep grind had both you and him releasing a gasp.

He shut his eyes and tilted his head back. “Please, Miss (y/n). Don’t make me wait any longer.”

That did it for you. Lifting yourself up, you reached between your thighs to align his hard-on with your entrance before slowly lowering yourself down.

The sound he uttered as he entered you was heaven to your ears. It made your cunt flutter with anticipation, and you hurriedly settled your weight on top of him.

You were hyper-aware of how he felt in you, from the slight curve and pressure in your lower gut. He kept his eyes shut, his fingers pinching the skin of your hips. You wanted to tease him and make him wait just as he did to you, but a primal urge to let his dick slide into you was overwhelming. Using your hands on the headboard and his chest to balance yourself, you began to move on top of him. The bouncing was already making your thighs sore from exertion, but you ignored it. You paused now and then to grind down on him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, slick with a mixture of your natural lube and his load from before slowly leaking out of you.

Sou groaned with each thrust, and you could feel him pulling down on your waist to help aid your pace. After you arched back once more to grind down on him, he let out a deep moan and adjusted his legs behind you. He pulled you down for a kiss, tilting his head to the side to deepen it. With you leaning down to meet his mouth, he thrust up into you. His arms hugged your waist as he rut into you, his tongue pushing against yours. Your hand moved to grip the roots of his soft hair, plastered to his forehead from the sweat. In any other situation, it would’ve been pretty gross. But now, it intensified your lust, and you probably looked just as disheveled as him.

The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, and your moans accompanied it as he increased his pace, nails digging into your sides. His cock pushed and dragged against your walls, stretching you painfully. You didn’t care about much else except reaching an orgasm, having his hot seed coat the inside of your cunt, already layered with his load from before.

He pulled away from the kiss and you rested your forehead on his. “Fuck, (y/n), don’t stop,” he whined. “I’m close, I’m really close. Don’t stop, please let me cum in you again.” His voice was strained, interrupting himself as he panted and huffed. “You feel so good.”

Sou’s vocal praises were enough to bring you to your climax, letting out a whine as your vision went white with heavy arousal. You couldn’t move anymore, your thigh muscles twitching and aching as your cunt squeezed around him, attempting to milk out all he had in him.

“Just like that,” he muttered. “Oh, Miss (y/n).” With a few more unpatterned thrusts, he yanked you down so you were flush against his hips as he came in you, his cum spreading in your pussy.

You felt it drip from you, the sheer amount of it too much as he pulled out of you. You laid on top of him, your head in the crook of his neck. Your chests met as you heaved and panted, the heat of his body almost overwhelming combined with your own. His scarf had been tossed away somewhere in the moment, although you weren’t sure when. It was all a blur, heavy desire blinding you and focusing your thoughts on one thing only.

He rubbed your back slowly as the two of you calmed down. After a bit, he gently slapped your back to tell you that he wanted up, and you rolled over to let him get up.

You lay atop the covers, watching him get dressed. You felt gross and sticky, but you were way too tired to care about that at the moment. He shot you looks as he dressed, but not the same ones he had given you before: rude ones meant to piss you off. He watched you stare at him.

"Don't think this was some kind of favor," Sou said. His voice reminded you of when the two of you first met; calm and timid, a little bit shy at the prospect of talking to a girl. "I think we both needed some kind of release like that. I'd rather you go to me for it than… Keiji, or Alice, or Q-taro." The last part was hushed as if he didn't want you to hear it.

If you two hadn’t been in a killing game, you’d be offering to let him stay the night. Tell him you’d call him soon for another meetup. Promising to make him breakfast in the morning. In another life, you really wished that was true and that you two were having a normal hookup, not a horny fuck prompted by the heat of the argument. The stress piling on and on from this sick game had a strange effect on people, and evidently, sex is what you and Sou demanded to help ease it.

But once he got everything together, he went to the door and let himself out.

Before he completely left, though, he turned to you one last time. “Listen, Miss (y/n). Don’t try snooping for information about me. You won’t find anything worthwhile,” he said. “And try asking Safalin for something to help with…” He gestured to his neck, and you suddenly remembered the barrage of bites he laid on your neck in the beginning, no doubt large bruises by now.

He shut the door behind him, and you realized that in his hand was the very same smartphone that you were going to use for your end of the bargain.

#shin tsukimi #shin tsukimi x reader #sou hiyori #sou hiyori x reader #your turn to die #yttd #your turn to die fic #yttd fic #x reader #fanfic

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thesubtextis · 9 months

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Skakdkakkd I wanna know about ALL of them help

Okay let's not pull a Jelly 😂 talk to me about Wilson sandwich (cause I love a good Wilson Sandwich indeed :)) and I'm also interested in Courting and Contestation!

I think Jelly has the right idea lol. My evil plan is to just slowly work my way down your WIP list one at a time 😈.

Wilson Sandwich is still in the early stages of development-- I don't know how it's going to end, and honestly I'm a little muddled on the start, too. Very much a porn without plot that I will probably accidentally end up adding plot to, bc I can't help myself.

But it's omegaverse, with Omega Dick and Alpha all of the Wilsons. Basically Slade decides that he wants Dick and claims him, takes him home, and is like, hey (adult or nearly adult) kids, here's your new Mommy. (Who even knows where Adeline is. She might be an alpha too, but gtfo at some point. The omegaverse elements here have muddled the timeline, bc pack bonds don't allow Slade, the dominant alpha, to abandon his family for any kind of significant duration. Maybe Grant tries to go do his Ravager thing and stealing Dick is how Slade stops it? Idk.) Obviously, lots of noncon. I'm picturing the setting to be one of those worlds where, at least in some cultures, the pack omega is expected to be sexually available to all alphas in the pack (with very specific limitations. For example, breeding rights might be exclusive to the alpha that claimed them). I don't think that is necessarily the prevailing attitude in Gotham, especially among the comparatively prudish Bats, but I'm picturing it to be more common in the south, where Slade is from. Omega aren't owned outright, but there is a lot of sexism, even without the kind of direct sexual exploitation that would be common among more conservative groups.

In any case, Slade's fucked up family embodies much of the worst of this, because they just don't know any better. I'm picturing Grant, Joey, and Rose. None of them are actively violent with Dick, given how easy it is to overpower him by sheer force of numbers, but I'm going for that line between horny and horror where they think what they're doing is normal. Slade gets Dick pregnant as soon as possible, and then proceeds to do his version of doting/wooing, but of course this is tainted by all of the kidnapping, and noncon, and handing Dick out to his kids. Joey is sympathetic, wants Dick to be happy and recognizes that this isn't gonna make that happen, but also, when in Rome, you know? He wants Dick too. Basically he just eats Dick out all the time and convinces himself that, because he's not getting off on it, he's not as bad as the others. All of them have a breastfeeding kink, but Rose takes it to an extreme. She also leans hard into the whole Mommy element, which Slade finds darling and Dick does not like. Picture Slade holding Dick down, maybe knotted on his lap, while Rose sucks on Dick's tits and rides him. And Slade is just praising them both, pleased as punch to finally be making a happy family. Of all of them, Grant is the most cruel-- he's tried to rebel, to find his own identity outside the pack, and Daddy Dearest cut his efforts off at the knees and brought him Dick instead. He constantly pushes the boundaries of what is acceptable, even in a household like this. If things ever get better for Dick, it's because Grant takes things too far and it forces everyone else to have a wake-up call and start actually listening to what Dick is saying about his own needs and boundaries (at least a little).

Obviously, Dick is doing his best to escape at any given point, but once he gets pregnant, things get harder. Slade has bonded him, and he feels himself slowly succumbing to the bond's influence. This isn't what he's used to, but is it really so bad? Etc etc. I don't tend to write full mindbreak scenarios, so I don't think it would end that way, but who knows? Not me!

Courting and Contestation!!!

This is my take on your classic Will-figures-it-out-early scenario. Hannibal isn't at the stage of the relationship where he's ready to go to jail for Will, but also he doesn't want to kill him, so, naturally, he decides to kidnap Will and keep him in his basement. It's a lot of Hannibal wanting Will (his body, his mind, his eternal devotion, etc etc), and Will wanting his freedom.

Historically, I have gotten frustrated with some fics with this premise because of the way Will becomes content with his imprisonment, because it means he gets to be with Hannibal. He and Hannibal are both people who can live rich lives within only their imaginations, but neither of them would be content with that for Will (imo). Hannibal wouldn't like that Will is escaping into his mind (where Hannibal can't follow), and Will has higher expectations of Hannibal as a partner than to treat him as, functionally, a beloved pet.

So instead, they start negotiating. Will knows he can't get away with lying to Hannibal outright, to he has to really consider what Hannibal would need to do in order for him to be willing to not just enter into a relationship with him, but to become complicit in his crimes by not turning him in, if freed. Hannibal has to consider what it would take for him to actually trust that Will won't turn him in the second he lets his guard down.

This includes reasonable things like "let's not lie to each other anymore" and less reasonable things, like "I'll let you fuck me, but only if you hunt me down in the woods and I have a real chance of getting away."

#i keep trying to post my answer and tumblr wont let me #rip #was gonna add an excerpt but now i feel too frustrated w technology #AH #IT FINALLY WORKED #wip ask game #sladick #hannigram #trigger warning: rape

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Selfship ask! So cute jsjsjs I love rambling about our blorbos and delusional state 😔

📝 ☕️🎞️

📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

💭 . . . We met in a library. Both of us reaching for the same book but instead we just started talking to each other about it and other books and our whole life. We started meeting at the library more often and as we got more comfortable with each other. He would take me on rides, let me try his cigarettes, have cheap dinner together until he finally asked me out properly despite us already acting like a couple 😭

☕️: What are the most common plots of shipping fics between you and your f/o?

💭 . . . idk what this means but ig dynamics? from my side, its love at first sight (obv), and like, immediate attraction to both physical and mental appearance (yes im crazy leave me alone), from his side, hes just glad he has a portable arm chair idfk-

🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

💭 . . . Some canon scenes are probably exchanging notes and giving each other random trinkets and a lot and a lot of touching from Shuji's side. I gave Shuji a ring that he wears on a thin chain around his neck bcs it doesnt fit his fingers 😭 and he gave me an earring that looks like his :> he loves having at least a finger touching me anywhere and anytime, and he loves poking my cheeks mostly (especially when im focused on hw or smth)

#my boyfriend is so pookie guys #shuji my love #habibi #[𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?]#[+𝟏 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 -Nat-]#ఌ︎. [SHUJI]

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again publicly posting a discussion w/ a friend but like. I’ve been lvling MCH and I find it so utterly disappointing that they play the whole 'ishgardians refuse to use guns bc haha dumbass traditionalists' thing so straight bc I think it'd be really really interesting if it were more 'ishgard pushes back hard on stephanivien not bc of tradition but bc the vault realized that the fact guns don't require any training to use effectively means that a) they can no longer control the brume entirely by force and ideas of prestige and b) they can no longer play martial skill as honourable and necessary and force noble children into fighting the war so they push back on it citing 'tradition' when the real reason is denying power and the ability to take back your agency to the populace, especially in regards to brume residents and everything else is a convenient excuse' and straight up just says that everyone who has noticed this is just more smart than everyone else like.

people aren’t stupid. anyone with half a brain will know that attacking a dravanian at range is a far safer option that gets far less people killed than sending in the yeehaw rodeo lance boys or sword and board house knights to wrangle it physically, and you don’t need a gun to prove that, just archers. any ishgardian soldier will know that if you can harass an enemy that flies by throwing shit at it you might be able to get away with not having to fight it on its own terms.

this is only really further extended by the fact that HW DRG quests show the aftermath of an attack from ONE (1) strong dravanian on a whole contigent of trained dragoons, and it still kills three or four of them, wounds one, and the next best dragoon they have (Heustienne) attacks it, doesn’t kill it, and is forced to ride it for miles out into territory she can’t be rescued from, and this is with her ability to jump and the fact that these are guys who are very narrowly trained in the art of dragonslaying. meanwhile MCH quests show that you can kill a dragon of presumably similar strength AND a small horde with nothing more than three cannons, a handful of knights, and few dudes with guns that they aren’t even 100% proficient with and nobody dies.

like stephanivien’s work is so interesting re: mid-war ishgardian politics bc why would his workshop be consistently fucked with and sabotaged if it didn’t represent a massive threat to the existing status quo. why wouldn’t an extremely martial isolationist society see a far more powerful, safer option they don’t need to rely on anyone else to make to fight an enemy they are slowly but surely losing to but more importantly a) saves the lives of soldiers who would otherwise die and b) allows them to mobilize an entire population of people who wouldn’t be able to fight otherwise because they don’t have the months-long training it requires to even know how to use a sword or years-long conditioning it requires to be an effective archer or the training to be a dragoon.

like the vault obviously knows this. every soldier knows this. the vault has to know that a weapon that doesn’t require extensive training to use undermines their authority bc suddenly (quoting a friend here) when you can kill a dragon without directly risking your own life, ‘the grim necessity of war seems a lot less grim and necessary’.

like does the manufactory directly threaten the existence and prestige of the dragoons, because they take so long to train and so many of them die that it’s just not worth it anymore? is this a social issue the vault can manipulate to smear stephanivien and everything he touches, which further increases the pressures but on him by his house? by the time the WoL gets to Ishgard, is there a massive social conflict going on bc suddenly the brume can fight for its own agency, the vault is trying to hold onto it’s power and influence, and every soldier is forced to question why the Powers That Be refuse them access to a massive advantage in this war they’re losing?

#long post #sorry this whole pretending people are stupid thing this game does makes me mad esp when not doing so is incredibly interesting #re: ish//gardian social politics. and the insistence that ishg//ardians are just dumb traditionalists #who insist on doing things the hard way even when one of their biggest stated issues mid-war in HW is that #**they are running out of able soldiers to fight it and the calamity five years ago tipped the balance in the horde's favour**#like they're constantly insisting that NOBODY ELSE knows the real power of firearms like c'mon.#tl;dr we should've given ysa//yle a gun #ishgardposting #saint.txt

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bottom-slut-unionizer · 9 months

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When I started studying psychology I kind of hoped that I'd be able to like better understand the world and be able to get why people did the things I didn't like in the name of psychology.

Well... Now that I got a bachelor's Ive learned to:

Hate rich people a LOT mote

Loath the prison system a LOT more

Realized that a lot of people who claim to use psychology use either outdated or just straight up incorrect information to appear right, while also causing damage

Realized how fucking easy it is to mess someone up

THE WORDING AND FORMATTING OF QUESTIONS IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT

I seriously hate rich people (specifically the type that hordes money, acts like their easy life is the norm, and thinks that the daily problems most people face are their own fault) more... Like bruh... Wasn't supposed to keep being radicalized but here I am

Having money significantly impacts not just your mental health, but also your literal life by influencing what you have access to. If money was more accessible, people could do so much more. Do note, that at some point people get rich enough that the benefits entirely diminish, so it's not even like it's helping them. If that money went to anyone else it would do SO MUCH GOOD

Seriously like the money thing is huge. If someone's is seriously struggling bc they're having to work so much n barely get by, therapy ain't gonna do a ton. Especially since therapy costs money. Literally, if they had more money a lot of that stress n pain would go away entirely, and in ways that a therapist could never do

If you want to teach something or train something you just need to be consistent n give rewards. Punishment is (generally) bad n rewards are the way to go.

Positive (as in positive reinforcement) just means you're adding something while negative means taking something away. Reinforcement means that what you're doing is intended to make their behavior happen more, while punishment is aimed at getting it to happen less. Some examples: positive punishment (adding a curfew bc your child is skipping class n you don't want me to), positive reinforcement (giving a cookie for good grades n you want them to keep doing it), negative reinforcement (removing their curfew after their grades improve), negative punishment (taking their car keys for crashing the car)

Therapists aren't the only ways that psychology can help people, you can also become a researcher to figure out the things that help people

There is not nearly enough of an understanding of neurodiversity as there should be (this is really what I want to study in grad school. That n creative expression)

You can lie to kids super easily. One of my psychology professors told us that she photoshopped a picture of her kids n her at Disneyland n told them they went (they didn't) n now the kids have memories of rides they never have seen before (please don't abuse this lol)

There are a LOT of people out there who genuinely do NOT try to improve. They remain the same... Even when they could get better. Not everyone is trying to improve, so if you are, you're doing wonderful n keep it up ❤️

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(!might be triggering for some people!!!).

hi! I need to kind of just vent Ig but if I’m 14 and weigh 119 is it healthy? I’m also 5 foot 5. I’m kind of having a hard time mentally adjusting to not playing sports bc I used to play like 2 sports every year but now I’m doing nothing and I feel useless and like I’m getting fat. I’m sorry I just needed to talk to someone:)

tw: body image? idk what it would be exactly but i’m gonna put it under the cut !

okay so i definitely am not qualified to determine if you’re in a healthy weight range but if you’re concerned, i’d suggest talking to a doctor just in case. also something really important that i’ve realized is don’t try to find answers to something like that online!! weight and body comp are very different and everyone has a different type of body and different amounts of muscle or fat mass so it’s not something that you can easily find an answer to online.

i totally understand how going from being super active in sports to not doing them anymore can affect you! (i don’t wanna turn it around on me but i went from working out and playing sports to like nothing because of covid/grad and never went back so trust me.. i get it) it’s hard to go from being a busy athlete to having a lot more time for yourself. one of the worst parts really is that your mind just beats yourself up for not doing anything because you’re so used to always being on the go but i promise you, there’s no harm in slowing down.

i think staying in shape is important, especially since you’re so young still but you also don’t have to be a top level athlete if you don’t want to. go for a walk or run, go on a bike ride, there’s plenty of ways to just stay in shape that are more fun than going to work out (in my opinion). do what makes you happy!!!

also just as a reminder, quitting sports doesn’t make you lazy!! if you don’t enjoy it, don’t force yourself. as twisted as it is, with fitness influencers and all that, it’s put a negative view on exercise and that if you’re not reaching your goals, it’s not working.

and lastly, never apologize!! i’m always here for anyone who needs to talk about literally anything and especially things like this, i like to think i know quite a bit about it (since i’m literally a kin student who has gone through this!) but by all means, come talk to me about it anytime!

#answered!#i think i ended up ranting oops #but i’m very passionate ab this kind of stuff #tw: body talk #< idk if this is the right tag i’m sorry if it’s not

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gender (identity) is an unfalsifiable metaphysical belief, just like religion, and the majority of people who believe in it are white american kids raised christian who went atheist during adolescence but then realised they still desperately needed something completely unprovable and unscientific to believe in bc it's what they've been accustomed to since early childhood ✌️

I'm going to treat this like a teachable moment!

Now, I'm cis, so take all of this with a grain of salt. Much like many things in society, gender is itself a cultural construct that shapes and is shaped by our bodies. You're not wrong to compare it to religion, though less in the sense of it being a strict doctrine or conscious belief system and more like an underlying cultural current, in the same way Biblical morality influences nominally secular culture in countries like Canada, America, England and so forth. Perceptions of what a given gender should and shouldn't be are not entirely based in biology**, but are deeply rooted in our psyches nonetheless. Perceptions of what is "masculine" and "feminine" differ a lot across cultures, and our own perception of a clear divide between sex and gender is, itself, a construction based on previous concepts of what gender is and isn't, and this is all shown through behaviours. This is what people like Dr. Butler mean when they say gender is "performative," which is to say "achieved through repetition across populations*" in that it's something that is done. Saying gender is unfalsifiable is a bit silly grammatically - it'd be kind of like saying "riding a bike is unfalsifiable." As for what you might term "gender identity" being "unfalsifiable" I would ask you to consider whether your own gender is falsifiable. If you were to tell me you were a man, would I be able to prove you wrong? Any kind of physical assumption I could make, even in intimate circumstances and with the strictest definitions bound solely in physiology (itself a fallacy), is bound to lead to errors. The only reliable metric of gender is the person's own behaviour and testimony.

Based on your response, I would guess that you don't know many trans people personally. To that end I would recommend listening to some of the narratives of what we in the west call trans people from across the world, as there are many, many voices willing to do this subject more justice than this white cis man would be able to. More importantly, though, it's important to surround yourself with voices that differ from what you know now - how else will you grow? I've been blessed with many lovely trans friends over the years, and I am grateful for their love and their patience with me.

On a last note, trans people in America have been mostly represented by white people, certainly, and that exposes a media bias in favour of white people in America. There are lots and lots of trans people of all different backgrounds, from all designated racial and ethnic groups, and in all socioeconomic contexts. And of course, America is not the only country, though coincidentally its Public Broadcasting Service has done an admirable job in cataloguing non-binary identities from across the world here: https://www.pbs.org/independentlens/content/two-spirits_map-html/

To any trans person reading this who isn't the sender of this ask: apologies for the information I might have misinterpreted or oversimplified here (Butler's a factually dense read!). You are culturally significant, and your history is both global and ancient. You are loved, and are deserving of that love, even and especially in the face of those that say otherwise.

*this is a massive simplification and I don't do it justice, but it's not the worst working definition

** the interplay of biology, environment, and culture is a pretty deep rabbit hole, though I would be open to talking about it in DMs.

#cw: transphobia #trans friends: you are loved

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bi-rising · 1 year

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Happy belated birthday!! Happy to see you are still around here for this year bc your presence on the tl is refreshingly honest, comforting, and kind <3

If you’d like, I’d love to hear about a current fandom you’re in, top favorite thing about the fandom (be it a character or a ship, a trope explored in it, the people in it, anything), and maybe something that influenced your writing recently that helped improve or inspire you!

awww thank you!! this def means a lot to me <333 i'm so glad i can help brighten your day!!

and as for your questions, right now i'm enjoying The Disastrous Life of Saiki K! it's about a kid who has insane psychic powers, and him trying to keep them under wraps. despite how that sounds, it's a comedy anime alsdkfajsldkjf and i'm having so much fun with it!

i love the sarcasm and the wit, the way the characters are occasionally self-aware and break the fourth wall, and the range of interesting and unique characters ehehe. i've only got one ship, and that's aren kuboyasu and shun kaido, aka a former delinquent trying to be a good student and a cringe fail boy who is a precious sunshine boyyyyy, here look at them!!!!

aren is the purple hair and shun is the blue hair (pink hair is saiki). they're fucking adorable; they're the ONLY ONES so far, in one and a half seasons that i've seen, that call each other by their first names <333 PLUS

even though aren already knew how to ride one bc he's a former thug they got motorcycle licenses together!!! and they canonically spent the entirety of one of their summer breaks together!! theyre fucking ADORABLE, just the best dynamic, bc they inspire each other to do better

as for writing, i'll admit, i haven't been able to do much of it lately what with all the projects i currently have going on. but tbh i think there's also a lesson there, too. i have a tendency to want to rush through things, to get them done and as perfect as possible in one attempt, one sitting. but i think taking breaks and allowing yourself to just breathe sometimes, to do other things, can really help your writing! you gotta give your brain time to settle down, to work through things in the background. when you're (royal you) ready to come back to writing, then you will come back, especially if you love it. breaks don't mean you're giving up or anything. it just means you'll come back when you can, refreshed and reinspired <3

#once again thank you so much for this!!!#jupe’s inbox

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✿ from Yuu

► from here. | PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME

FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other

FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other

ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based off circumstance / based off professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other

WE’VE TALKED ABOUT A LOT OF YAKUWA IDEAS LOL. but. you know even when they get along they still have the petty childish arguments, especially when they really start to ~trust each other, hence all the highlighting in friends and enemies. LOL. dangerous for each other / to others is really more in the sense that taabou can’t stay away from kuwana getting tangled up in pubsec’s shit and drags his friends in with him... though honestly, that AU where taabou ends up helping kuwana kill is still out there up in the air if we ever wanna do that... kuwana watching while his killer husband is his muscle... come ON

uhhhh soulmates aus would be fun so i italicised that. we already know they’re soulmates metaphorically so that’s no surprise HAHAH. i like to think the secret relationship happens maybe while kuwana’s still on a tight leash w/ nabe; taabou doesn’t tell even kaito that kuwana’s out there doing his job for kanagawa PD, and kuwana wasn’t supposed to visit anybody but he did it anyway, and they’re trying to find as many openings as possible to be close to each other... something something feeling taabou’s hands on him makes yuu kitakata feel real and seen... something something taabou will take a while before he stops worrying kuwana’s going to blow himself up one day... long distance is also bc my man kuwana goes off the grid for work often but yknow............

i think these idiots are mutually touch starved but taabou has an additional hunger that he’ll just never get over. unstoppable force (how much taabou wants him and isn’t afraid to say so in no uncertain terms) meets immoveable object (how much kuwana thinks he doesn’t deserve it, but how is he supposed to tell him no). i also think he would never pressure kuwana into something more normal but wouldnt be scared to bring it up either?? that he thinks about it sometimes???? and if kuwana tells him to shut up/stop then he’ll be quiet, because he knows innately when it is kuwana’s teasing and when he’s being serious

ALSO i’m remembering that one AU idea where one of taabou’s baito in his law school years is professional dom and he was with yuu kitakata but i don’t know if i talked about this with you or if i dreamt that i did LMFAO SO.

THIS IS A MESS OF A POST. BUT CONSIDERING WE ALREADY HAVE STUFF GOING WITH THEIR DYNAMIC I DON’T FEEL SO BAD ABOUT IT HAVING NO COHERENCE AT ALL TAKE IT AND GO LMAO BYE

@letsgonipples

#[ me: i wanna do yakuwa tags today #my brain that has only had like 4 hours of sleep: nah #TOMORROW FOR SURE. ]#letsgonipples #( ooc. )

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fandom-monium · 3 years

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i finished for the holidays and i just *chefs kiss* beautiful talented amazing sajkgdkj no words i love that romance wasnt even the main point 🥺💘 anyway i love how you write reader and i wondered between her and spencer who gets jealous???

Unrivaled

Summary: In which you seem pretty close with the new intern, and Spencer is not happy about it. (ft. one of my fave white bois) “Have I ever told you how much I value your friendship?"

WC: 3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fluff, cussing, Jealous!Spencer bc id like to see that, established relationships (blegh), Garvez if you squint, the lightest implication of smut ever, points to yall who can guess who the intern is before reading the end or the tags 😉

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Spencer is not jealous. He’s not.

Why would he be?

He has no reason to be jealous, Spencer chants to himself as he sits at his desk. Even from across the bullpen he still manages to hear your voice, and while normally it’s music to his ears, even better than Mozart, now it just feels like nails against a chalkboard. Grating his eardrums, making him wince.

Because you’re laughing. Not with Spencer though. Not at his obscure references or lame jokes.

With the new intern.

Why did Emily have to put you in charge of him? She could’ve chosen anyone on the team to have him shadow, but it had to be you! Not that you’re incapable or unqualified; you’re experienced, talented, and the best person he knows.

… Okay, he can see why she picked you.

Why do they even have interns? Unnecessary, really, when the BAU has you and him and he guesses the other teams too (it’s weird, he’s never actually interacted with them but whatever). Maybe it’s time to start making budget cuts. He’ll discuss this with Emily when he gets the chance. He’s got some influence, working at the BAU as long as he has.

But he’s not jealous.

Logically, jealousy (like an intern) is unnecessary. The green-eyed monster (like an intern) is ugly and contributes nothing productive, and if Spencer’s being honest, the world (like an intern) would be much better off without it.

At least that’s what he keeps telling himself as he downs his coffee like a shot of whiskey, trying to quell the squirming beast in him. Despite 90% of it being sugar, it still tastes bitter. He sets his mug down with a thud, and it’s loud enough to make Luke, Garcia, and JJ turn their heads, exchanging concerned glances when he slumps back in his chair.

Spencer doesn’t care. The world’s ending; you’re apparently into younger guys, with neat dark hair and forearms that can probably snap someone’s neck, and he can’t do anything about it. What does it matter if his best friends catch him in a sour mood, right?

“Hey, Spence,” JJ's tone is soft as they slink over, Garcia and Luke leaning against the edge of his desk and JJ flanking the other side. “You alright?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Spencer gazes past them, his eyes never leaving you. He deflates; your stance is relaxed, completely open as you nod at whatever Intern is saying, his hands gesturing spastically. It must be interesting, the way you listen with rapt attention and respond just as enthusiastic.

Spencer scoffs. Not like that’s anything special. You do the same for him. And the rest of the team.

...What the hell are you guys talking about?

“Well, you look like you’re about to throw your mug across the room. Or at an intern.”

Spencer blinks, finally breaking away from you long enough to eye the ceramic octopus. “That’s a good idea actually.”

“Don’t,” Garcia and JJ both shoot him a warning and he huffs, resting his chin in his hand. Garcia looks horrified, betrayed even while JJ has that expression on, the one she gives when she scolds Henry and Michael.

Whatever. It’s not like he’d ever sacrifice Mildred. Garcia entrusted her to him, after all.

Unless...?

No, he couldn’t… Maybe.

“You know, Reid, if you’re jealous—”

Spencer snaps his head to Garcia, eyes wide and darting to you like you have super-hearing, “Jealous? Who’s jealous? Not me.” He cringes, his voice octaves higher and cracking like a prepubescent boy.

Garcia snorts, “Okay, sure. But if you are jealous, I was going to say you have no reason to be. You wanna know why?” Spencer raises an eyebrow at her and she continues, “Sure the guy’s smart enough to get a full-ride scholarship at GWU, and he’s top of his class at the academy—”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

"And he’s one of the most good looking guys I've ever met—”

"How is that relevant—"

Luke frowns at her. "And have you met me?"

“My point is,” Garcia’s red lipstick curls into the most reassuring smile, “that you have nothing to worry about because (Your Name) loves you. A lot.”

Spencer perks up. “You really think so?”

“I know so. I see the way they look at you, and if that’s not love I don’t know what is," She shrugs, "And just because they’re talking doesn’t mean they’re into him.”

There's a collective nod of agreement and Spencer sags in relief. Of course they're right. He knows they are.

If you think about it, technically, he's got the advantage. You've known each other longer, bonded and shared experiences together good and bad, and you’re emotionally and even physically intimate with each other (something he's especially proud of, considering how long it takes you both to warm up to others).

And who knows? This is probably temporary! Whatever this is, the connection you seem to instantly make with Intern (faster than when you two had met, he realizes with a needle to his heart) is short-term at best. It'll peter out eventually, like most friendships do.

It’s sad, but a cruel fact of life.

(Is this selfish, wishful thinking? Nah.)

They’re right, there is no need to worry, Spencer thinks as a weight lifts off his chest, finally able to breathe. You love him and he loves you and eventually, everything will go back to normal.

There’s nothing to worry about.

—

The world’s ending.

“It’s really not.”

Yes, it is.

“Doc, come on.”

“Do not ‘Doc’ me,” Spencer grumbles, lifting his head from the comfort of his arms. He grimaces at Luke. “You didn’t see the way they looked at him. The way they talk about him.”

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since you’ve taken Intern under your wing, and he’s had enough. If Hell is real, this is it. For days, he’s tried to resume some form of normalcy, and he was never one to be bold but desperate times call for desperate measures as he asks you out for lunch or invites you out on dates, even stuff he wouldn’t normally do because they’re more your thing. Something, anything to get you away from Intern. But...

At work: “Hey Spence, I'm teaching Intern (menial task that a 4 year old could do). Would you like to help—”

During break: “I’m taking Intern out for lunch. He’s still new to town, and I thought he could use a tour—”

In bed: “Did you know Intern’s a huge fan of Star Wars—”

Snap, and there went his patience.

Intern this, Intern that.

Spencer could tolerate this at work. At least he’s saving lives, being productive, getting paid. But under his roof? In his bed?

That was the last straw.

Spencer's not one to wish ill on another, he's not like that. But if something happened to the guy, say, get injured in the field, perhaps from a "stray" bullet, he'd be intern-ally grateful. Heh.

"Hey, you good?"

Spencer sighs, swiping a hand over his face and turning back to Luke. "Yeah, why?"

Luke waves a hand at his face, eyebrow raised, "For a second there, you kind of had a scary look on your face."

"Did I? Weird."

"Right," Clearly unconvinced, Luke brushes it off, deciding to get to the root of the matter. "As I was saying, I still think you have nothing to worry about. Although, I do think it's a little weird that (Your Name) is talking about Intern as much as you say they are." He offers Spencer a little smile, his hand falling heavy on his shoulder. It's the most comforting touch he's had in two weeks. "I'm not one to talk, but I suggest you speak to them. I'd also be uncomfortable if my partner were talking up someone else."

Spencer blinks, squints at Luke, before gripping his hand and standing up. "Have I ever told you how much I value your friendship?"

"You can stand to mention it more often," Luke shrugs, eyes crinkling with amusement as Spencer lets go and heads for the door.

"Noted."

—

Spencer nearly goes feral when he finds you.

Of course you're with him.

He searched the floor like a bloodhound, discovering you've been on your feet almost the entire day, running around the office, up and down the elevators, finishing your work and helping around. You must be exhausted. It's because of this he tracks you to your favorite break room, mostly quiet save for the buzzing drip of the old coffeemaker. He knows you need to be alone sometimes, recharge those social batteries.

So when he bursts into the room like he would hunting an unsub, eyes quickly scanning the immediate space, he expects nothing less but you. What he did not anticipate was to find you, just as soft and pretty as ever under the fluorescent lighting, leaning against the counter and sipping daintily at your favorite mug.

With Intern standing a little too close to his liking.

“Hey, Spencer,” You chirp as you lower your coffee mug, lips glossy from your drink. Spencer's quick to shake his stupor―he can’t afford to be distracted, but it’s difficult when you’re beaming at him, clearly excited. You nod at the home-wrecker, “Me and Intern here were just talking about demonology and he’s got this interesting theory on werewolves―" Lycanthropy? Are you fucking kidding him right now?

Just when he thought he couldn't hate the guy any more.

"CanItalktoyou?" It comes out rushed as Spencer gasps between breaths, leaving no room to second guess himself.

"Sure," You blink at his urgent tone.

For a second, you watch him expectantly, and Spencer's gaze darts between you and Intern. "Alone?"

"Oh! Okay. Be gone," You wave Intern off, and when you place a hand on his shoulder, Spencer sees red. Or green in this case.

Intern doesn't resist, but the noise Spencer releases is animalistic because the guy can’t seem to read the room, questioning you as you gently shove him towards the door. "What about the thing―"

"We'll talk about that later."

"But you still need to show me how to―"

"Don't worry, Intern. Just wait for me, I'll show you once the adults are done talking."

"You know at some point you're gonna have to call me by my name."

"Nah. If we get to call Luke a newbie, we get to call you Intern. Also I do not know how to say your first name."

"You could just call me St―"

Enough of this. Spencer closes the last stretch of distance, batting your hand away from Intern’s shoulders as he kicks him out himself, slamming the door in his face. Spencer turns on his heel to face you, caging you both. “You―” He pants, chest heaving for air.

“Me?”

“You-him-we―”

You’re unfazed, simply nodding at him and his odd behavior. If anything, you’re enjoying this as your lips twitch in a poor attempt to withhold your amusement, trying to cover it with a slurp of your cup. Then again, it’s not everyday you get to see Spencer, face flushed from exertion, speechless as he gasps for breath.

(At least not at work… In the break room specifically.)

It takes a minute as Spencer swallows a few times, but his heart’s erratic and it’s not just from running through the entire building. When he’s got enough air, he blurts out, “Did I do something?”

Your brow shoots up. “What?”

“Did I forget something important? Upset you in some way?”

“No? I don’t think so?” You frown at him, your answers more like questions.

It only spurs him on, and though his tone is frantic and his eyes just as wild as his hair, you’re more intrigued than frightened. Definitely confused.

“Okay, but you know I love you, right?”

“Yes and I love you too but Spence, what’s this about?" Setting down your mug, you look at him like he's grown another head.

Spencer sighs, "I just… you…" He frowns, glancing between you, the floor, and the empty space between you.

Spencer Reid is a man of words. Many, many words, according to all his friends and his coworkers. Mainly knowledge―he's never been great with feelings―but as you gaze at him, patiently waiting for him to gather his thoughts, he wants to melt into the floor. There's not a hint of annoyance on your features, your eyes warm and inviting.

He's so in love with you.

Then like scripture the words come, natural without much stuttering or hesitancy. He recounts the last two weeks. The internship so far, the times you've left Spencer behind for him, the times you just talked about him, like the guy (practically a stranger) is your new best friend. Usually, pretty people make him tongue-tied and you do―god, you do―but at the same time only you make it so easy. Talking, expressing without fear of―

"Pfft―"

―Judgement. Pausing mid-sentence, Spencer gawks as your nose twitches and your blink rate increases. You purse your lips, a hand slapped over your mouth as it threatens to break out into a grin.

"Are you-are you laughing right now?" When he just poured his feelings out to you?

That does it. You keel over, peels of laughter coming like a tsunami, crashing into him and Spencer loves your laugh but not when it's at him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I shouldn't be laughing," you wheeze, gripping your stomach. Spencer pouts. There's even tears in your eyes. "But you're telling me this is all because you're jealous?"

He stutters, "Well-I-no-It’s just…" He wants to say ‘you're mine’, but as your eyes crinkle he knows there’s no need.

"That's kinda hot."

"Wha-really?" Wide-eyed, Spencer squeaks as you step closer to him, backing him into the door. His hands come up to his chest in a kitten-like manner yet at the same time protective―you'd never hurt him and you both know that―but you admit your initial reaction was poor when he laid his feelings bare.

“Ahhhh Babe, you know there’s no one else for me but you.” Spencer blushes and you chuckle, taking his hands in yours. He let's you. “Also, as adorable as Intern is, one, I think I’d be able to tell if he was hitting on me, and two, he’s not really my type.”

Spencer swallows, “And what exactly is your type?”

“Hmm, let’s see,” Looking him up and down, you step closer, enough that your breath puffs against his chin. You smell like cheap coffee. “Tall, handsome doctors with messy, brown hair―” You lightly tug at one of his stray curls and he bites back a smile.

“―and a cute nose―” Your hand moves to cup his cheek, bringing him down to peck the tip of his nose. It scrunches as Spencer breaks out into giggles.

“―Who can recite classic literature. Who can bake like he belongs on The Great British Baking Show but can’t cook for shi―”

“Okay! Thank you, I get it,” Spencer says, almost completely relaxed now.

“Good,” You nod with finality. “And for your information, I wasn’t trying to make you jealous."

He raises an eyebrow. "So you just abandoned me and talked about another guy for the hell of it?"

Spencer's tone is casual, joking even but you know better. There's underlying bitterness and hurt and your heart squeezes because you did that. "No, of course not. There is a reason behind all that.“

“What could possibly excuse you going above and beyond your job as a mentor―”

“I was trying to set you guys up.”

Spencer deadpans. “Set me up? With him?” Oh god, he knows you’re weird, but he’s never considered you to be outright insane (is it weird he still loves you?).

As if reading his thoughts, you roll your eyes, “Spencer, how many friends do you have outside the team?”

“Not a lot.” No hesitation, but he accepted the fact a long time ago.

“Yeah and that’s okay. But if you’d talk to Intern, you’ll find you two have a lot in common. I know he’s younger than us, but he’s a good kid, real smart,” You give him a meaningful look and shrug, “Not like IQ 187 smart but he could definitely hold a conversation with you.”

Spencer murmurs, pulling you in so you're chest to chest, “This entire time, you were really trying to make us friends?”

You nod, your expression a mix of giddiness and hope that makes whatever feelings he felt before, the confusion and―yes, fine―the jealousy, dissolve like sugar in water. Spencer sinks into you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your soap. Of course you had good intentions. Of course you wanted to do something nice for him.

Fuck, he loves you.

“So… we good?”

Spencer huffs, “I hope you realize how much I suffered the past few weeks.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Then yes, we’re good,” He mumbles into your shoulder, “I appreciate what you were trying to do.”

“And?”

His brow furrows and he pulls back, meeting your eyes. “And what?”

“Will you try to be friends?” You look at him expectantly.

Spencer opens his mouth to answer, a definitive no on his tongue, but then you’re giving him puppy-dog eyes and before he realizes it, “Okay.”

Wait, no. That is not what he meant to say.

“Yeah!” You throw your arms around him, and Spencer can’t stop you, grunting as you basically swing him around like a rag doll. But he finds he doesn’t care when you set him back down because you’re happy, happy for him, grinning ear to ear as you babble, “I can already tell you two are gonna be the best of friends! You guys have so much to talk about, all that nerdy stuff. Maybe even debate! And we could play chess and―”

There’s a knock and you both turn, a voice muffled by the door, “Hey, guys? I don’t want to interrupt in case you’re boning, but you didn’t exactly tell me where to wait for you? God, I hope you guys aren’t boning. Please tell me you’re not boning right now.”

You groan, “No Intern, we’re not boning! Right-uh-go ahead and meet me back at the office, I’ll be right with you.” You turn back to Spencer, sending him an apologetic look. “I will see you later, okay? And since you’ve been such a patient and understanding partner,” You plant him one last kiss before patting his cheek, and his eyes widen as your voice lowers in the way you know drives him crazy, your eyes glinting with mischief, “I’ll make it up to once we get home. Bye, love you!”

Before Spencer can fully register your words, you're out the door, cackling as you leave him to compose himself, his face beet red from running the possibilities. By the time he emerges from the break room, you’re long gone.

“Hi, Dr. Reid?”

Spencer almost snarls, cursing under his breath. Just when he thought the day was getting better. He turns back.

Intern stands tall, relaxed and shoulders back, black tie loose and cheap white-collar button up slightly wrinkled. No doubt from working hard and following your instructions throughout the day. Spencer respects the work ethic at least. Meanwhile, the younger man eyes him, and he’s certain it’s not from intimidation but with curiosity.

Spencer doesn’t linger on that. He’s used to it, not being intimidating to others.

He continues, “It’s nice to finally talk to you, one on one I mean. I’m a fan of your work. Seven degrees, huh?”

“Yeah,” Spencer says curtly. Recalling the earlier conversation with you, he stamps down his irritation and tries to extend an olive branch. “How did you know?”

“It’s the internet, sir,” Intern raises an eyebrow, offering an innocent smile.

“Right,” Spencer returns it with an awkward one of his own, “Hey, sorry for... literally kicking you out before. That was completely unprofessional.”

Intern waves him off, “No, it’s cool. I totally get it. I’m flattered, by the way.”

Spencer frowns. “Flattered?”

“Well, it’s not everyday you find out your superior’s jealous of you.”

Spencer blinks, and it takes all his experience as a profiler to mask his embarrassment. “You heard that.”

“The FBI’s got thin walls,” Intern shrugs and steps towards him. “Although I have to say, Agent (Your Last Name) is wrong about one thing.” Stopping short in front of him, for the first time Spencer is close enough to note the moles dotting his face. “They can’t tell that I’m flirting with them.”

He starts down the hall after you, and Spencer’s eyes trail after him as his brow furrows, until realization slams into him and his jaw drops. “Wait, you...”

“Oh and since (Your Last Name) wants us to be friends, I think we could be on a first-name basis,” He pauses to look back at Spencer, watching with a crooked smile as the older man sputters.

“So, you can call me Stiles, sir.”

Then once again, Spencer is left behind, frozen in the hallway as he processes what just happened.

And the next time he finds you and Special Agent Stilinski in the same room, whether it’s crowded or not, Spencer does not hesitate to cling to your side, putting as much distance between the intern and you as he can. Spencer’s grateful you don’t question it.

There may not be anyone else for you, but that doesn’t mean no one will try.

―

AN: ahhhhh thanks anon!! There was a similar request then i saw this tiktok (and listened to this tiktok the entire time) and i combined them. Id also like to emphasize that my version of reader is neutral across the board, race, gender, etc.

Yes, i have a type. No, i will not be taking criticism.

Been hella overwhelmed with classes and work so here’s my way of destressing. Also suggest checking those tiktoks if you wanna understand me :))) also you mean to tell me i have to write the threesome myself?? Bs tbh 😔

watched 15x4 and i was so sad when Spencer addressed Luke as his coworker like no bitch hes your new bro stfu

and i have no doubt that stiles and spencer would be one of the best crossover duos given the chance

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