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cryingaboutit1514 · 2 months
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KYO BOTTOMING GRAHHH GRAHHH ‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥 brat Kyo x brat tamer Gn!Reader... giggles and runs around
Author's note: oh my arent u an excited little thing lmao Kyo being a brat just gave me a giggle myself
Summary: Kyo, yet again, is being a brat. And you're tired of his shenanigans, so you decide to teach him a lesson.
Contains: GN! Reader (pronouns and genitalia not specified), disgusting smut bc I'm a whore, bratty ass Kyo who's obv the sub frfr, a little drabble, you're edging him
Mdni or dont i dont give a shit
Kyo and you were very close friends. You two exchanged jabs, a part of your playful banter. He was extremely sassy, as you found out the first time you've met him. you didn't mind at all, it was so fun being sassy back to him.
However, sometimes, you couldn't stand his brattiness. Kyo liked to tease you way too much, testing the boundaries and playing with fire. He acted like he didn't know what exactly he was doing, which irked you further.
So now you have Kyo panting for breath as you go down on him, licking up his pre cum, nails digging into his pale thighs. His hand found its home in your hair, tugging you hard as you bob your head up and down, making him groan.
"What's wrong? Seems like you have nothing to say now," you reply dryly, kissing the tip lightly.
"You- bitch," he gasps, a small whimper towards the end.
You rise up to your feet, his cock pulsing in your hand as your lips brush against his. "What was that?"
"Y-you heard me," Kyo replies breezily, as if he weren't at your mercy right now. "I'm not afraid of you, you dumb-"
You squeeze his cock and he hisses. "Watch yourself, Kyo darling."
You pump his cock up and down. As he struggles to keep his whimpers inside, you lick and suck his neck, pressing your lips against his pulse, feeling his quickening heart beat.
"Naughty naughty boys deserve to be punished," you purr, rubbing the pre cum all over his tip. He bites his lip so hard, you can see the tiny bits of blood appear. So you took it upon yourself to grab his jaw, forcing his mouth open and shoving your fingers in his mouth. "Since you have nothing else to do, apparently."
Another squeeze around his balls next time earns you a scrumptious whimper from him. He sucks your fingers with ashamed tears in his eyes, his hips rutting into your hand. Slow, then fast, slow again. A menacing pace as you get him close to the edge, but not close enough. His whines get louder with each intense near orgasm, his thighs twitching.
"Just let me c-cum," Kyo cries, his hair sticking to the sides of his face from the sweat.
"Not unless you say please, darling." You return back onto your knees, licking a strip from the base of his cock to the bright red tip. Another whimper. "Just say "let me cum please" and I'll give it to you."
Cheeks flushed, he stares you down, brows furrowed. "What-? no way in hell am I doing that!"
You kitten lick his tip lightly, and he jerks his hips up, but close your mouth before he can put it in. "Then no orgasm for you."
"Come on," he whines, those pretty, glistening eyes begging you alone. You smirk, nibbling at his thigh. "Fine fine! Pl...ple... ugh."
"Come on baby, I know you can do it." Another gentle suck. "Say it."
"Please!" Kyo exclaims, face completely pink. "Fuck, please. Please make me cum..."
You grin. "Good boy..."
You take him all the way to the base, not even gagging once. Kyo gasps, then starts moaning uncontrollably as your warmth envelopes his weeping cock. He cums almost immediately, eyes rolled back as he lets out a drawn out moan, but you continue.
"Stop! wwha- stopstop," Kyo begs, trying to shove your head away. "T-too much!"
You slap his thigh and he yelps. "I say when to fucking stop."
Poor boy, being overstimulated for your own entertainment. Kyo cums on your just tongue and hand alone.
Let's see what else can cause him to cum just like that.
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skaye44 · 7 days
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Rivals?
Bucky A/u
SMUT - 18+ readers only please
Summary: You and Bucky argue and bicker constantly at work. You're up for the same promotion and when the announcement is made, it doesn't go as you had hoped...or does it?
Content Warning: Language, fingering/finger riding, sassy Bucky but he's soft.
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"What time does the party start?" you called to your assistant Wanda. 
"Umm, 8pm. Your dress is here from the dry cleaners." 
She hung the garment bag on a coat hook, placed your shoes on the ground and handed you a clutch. 
"A car will pick you up at 7:30 and take you to Mr. Starks. It will wait for you and return you back to your penthouse whenever you want." she proudly stated. 
You smiled at her. 
"Thank you, Wanda. I don't know where I'd be without you." She blushed. 
"Just doing my job." she shrugged.
You leaned back in your office chair and stretched a little. Your boss Tony Stark was having a party to announce the promotions you had been so diligently working for over the past year. You had no idea who he was going to pick, but you had a good chance it was going to be you.
You knew of one person who was competing for the promotion you were going for. There may be others, but you weren't quite sure. That person you knew was your rival and arch nemesis James Barnes. 
He was your equal in client relations, having started at Stark Investments a few weeks after you did. He was good at his job, too good, it made you sometimes skeptical on how he was hired. He was charming, friendly, outgoing, and smart as hell, but the man infuriated you. He was always around, making snarky comments, getting under your skin, stealing clients from you, he made your head hurt. He was damn good at his job, and he knew it, and everyone else did too.
"James is going to be there I am assuming?" You asked, and Wanda rolled her eyes at you. 
"Obviously. He's up for the same promotion as you." she replied. 
"I know, but I had wished for him to be hit by a bus on his way into work today." you shrugged, and Wanda giggled. 
"Unfortunately, he's alive and well. Speak of the devil..." she said as James stood outside your opened office door with a smirk on his perfect face. 
"Wanda, good to see you. Looking lovely as always." James smiled brightly at your assistant, turning on the charm. 
She shook her head and walked away since she was immune to him. At over six feet tall, James was a looker with his dark chestnut hair, bright blue eyes, strong shoulders, and charismatic energy, he was hard to resist in most ladies' eyes.
"So, will I see you at the party tonight Y/n?" James asked as he casually flung himself down on one of your chairs that faced your desk. 
He placed his feet on it, crossed one ankle over the other, and relaxed back, smirking at you. His white dress shirt was rolled up his arms, showcasing his impressive forearms and arm veins, it almost distracted you. 
Almost. 
"Yes James, I will be there, accepting my promotion in front of everyone." you teased. 
James snorted. 
"That's your dress?" he looked over at the garment bag. 
"Yes".
"Congratulations. Looks like you found enough Dalmatian puppies to make it then?" he tilted his head in question. 
You shot him a look. 
"And just how do you plan on doing your hair tonight, James? Must be hard to style considering you have to hide those horns" you deadpanned. 
James coughed a little and smiled. Clearly, he wasn't leaving anytime soon. 
"What do you want James?" you exhaled loudly and pinched the bridge of your nose hoping to will away a stress headache. 
"Nothin'" he shrugged. 
"Then I'll see you later." you pointed to your door hoping he would take the hint. 
He rolled his eyes and got up from your chair. 
"See you later dollface. May the best man win and by that, I mean me...I am the best man in this case so that makes me the winner" he joked. 
You did not laugh. 
"Get out" you muttered. 
He blew you a kiss and left. 
"Jerkoff" you mumbled to your empty office.
You arrived at the estate, alone in your hired car and walked into the party. Tony always outdoes himself and tonight was no exception. Servers wandered around with trays of finger food and there was an open bar set up with light jazz music playing in the background. Tony was throwing a party not only to announce the promotions, but to entertain some of his best clients. 
Clients you knew well and worked with over the past few years. You didn't mind his parties, they were always so glamourous and a bit pretentious, but this really wasn't your scene. You preferred beer and wings at your local pub to sipping champagne and eating caviar, but because it was part of your work, you suffered through it.
"Y/n, good to see you" came Tony's voice that bellowed through the enormous foyer. 
His wife Pepper trailed behind him and smiled at you. Tony leaned in and gave you a small hug. You loved Pepper and had no idea why she put up with her husbands' antics, but you could see they loved each other. 
"Hello Tony, nice to see you Pepper" you moved to her and kissed her cheek. 
"Please, enjoy yourself" she said, waving you into the large great room where people stood and chatted with each other.
You walked up to the bar and got yourself a glass of wine. You hated champagne as it made your throat itch, plus, you always felt it was dry and you needed a glass of water after. 
You walked around the room, greeting people and colleagues as you made your way to a darkened empty corner to survey the crowd and enjoy your wine. You saw clients, old and new, and even some potential ones you were working on signing up to the firm when you felt a large hand on your shoulder. 
"Why are you lurking in the shadows? Are you drawing the souls from everyone here to give you energy?" 
"You have your entire life to be an idiot. Can you at least take tonight off and enjoy yourself?" you glared at James. 
"Fine, but when Tony gives me that promotion, don't come crawling around looking to take my clients." 
"I wouldn't. I have my own clients that I am very happy with. Which reminds me, I'm heading out for lunch with Sam Wilson next week. He has another partner looking to invest and he wants to do it with me. Sam says hi by the way." 
James rolled his eyes.
You found out a few months ago that James did not charm Sam like he had thought, and Sam asked if he could have another person to work with, so Tony handed Sam to you. James hadn't had any of his clients taken away like that, nor had he ever had to deal with someone not liking him. It was refreshing to see the man humbled, even if it only lasted a day. 
Since you brought Sam on board, his company has made Stark Investments a boat load of money and you, a decent pocket of commission so you would meet with Sam whenever he wanted if it meant more money for everyone involved.
"He was a real find. Too bad you couldn't get along. He's a great guy. Funny, handsome, witty, sweet, the whole package really. Single too." you sipped your wine. 
James' head whipped to yours, then he narrowed his eyes on you. 
"How do you know he's single?"
"He told me the last time we went out for dinner." you shrugged. 
"When did you go out for dinner with him?" 
"When you left early a few weeks to have drinks with Steve. I went to have dinner with one of my clients while you went to the bar to chat with your buddy." you sassed. 
James grumbled something then took off to the crowd leaving you alone in your darkened corner of the room.
You finished your drink and got yourself a water when you were surrounded by some of your co-workers. Apparently, Tony was ready to announce the promotions, so you gathered close to the bar. Your head of IT Peter stopped the music, and everyone quieted down to listen to his announcement. 
"Everyone, welcome" Tony commanded a room whenever he spoke. 
"I'd like to thank you all for coming tonight and drinking my alcohol and eating my food" everyone chuckled before he continued. 
You were a nervous wreck; your stomach was in knots. You looked around the room and found James off to the side looking equally as nervous. He wasn't as cocky when he was on his own away from people, he almost looked normal to you as you snuck a few glances in his direction. 
"...And over the past year, I'd like to personally thank Y/n Y/l/n and James Barnes for growing Stark Investments and maintaining those close and oh so important client relations in the investment world" Tony beamed at the crowd, which gave you small claps of appreciation. 
You smiled and gave a little wave with James doing the same. 
"Which brings me to my next announcement..." 
This was it; Tony is going to announce the promotions. 
"I'd like to formally announce the promotion of Scott Lang as our new Director of Client Relations and Investments" he said with the crowd clapping and smiling politely. 
Your stomach dropped and your mouth fell open. 
Scott Lang? The man was a complete moron. He was nice and all, but he had no idea what he was doing! 
You looked over at James and his mouth was practically on the ground in shock. He caught your eye and shook his head in disbelief before he snatched a glass of something dark from a passing server and took off into the crowd. 
"...I would also like to announce the new head of security..." you tuned Tony's speech out while your mind was running a mile a minute. 
"And our new director of sales Yelena..." Tony blabbed on and on, but you couldn't listen anymore; you were too shocked. 
You had been working your butt off over the past year, logging overtime, scheduling meeting after meeting, and navigating ridiculous travel schedules. You did everything right. You showed up to work, worked when you were sick, came in on weekends, gave up what little social life you lead outside of work for more work, and for what, someone else to take it from you? You knew there would be other promotions and opportunities to come, but it still sucked you weren't recognized. The only thing that made you smile a little was the fact that James didn't get it either. 
"...So everyone, enjoy yourselves tonight, eat, drink, and let's party!" Tony finished while you looked around.
Peter started the music up and the crowd dispersed. Everyone was chatting with themselves, pleased with the announcement as they drank and ate.
You plastered on a brave smile and worked the room. You found Scott and congratulated him on his promotion before you slipped away to find a quiet area you could relax in before you left for the night. Tony always had his rooms open for everyone to enjoy and view his extensive collections, from historic photos to books, to art and sculptures, he seemed to have it all as you walked into a library.
You took in the quiet library, taking in the extensive collection of books, running your hand along the spines, and tapping them every so often. You loved reading and Tony's collection was something to marvel at when you heard a throat clear from behind one of the bookcases. 
"Come to make fun of me?" James asked. 
He was sitting on a small loveseat in a darkened corner nursing a dark amber drink. 
"If I did that, then I'd have to make fun of myself too. We both lost if you ask me." you walked over to James. 
"Pfft, Tony is a jackass. I can't believe he promoted Scott. I mean, the man told me he locked himself INSIDE his car last week. He even called security to help him." 
James scoffed and shot back his drink in disgust. You giggled a little and sat down next to James and let out a sigh. 
"I know, but Tony obviously sees something in him and wants him as part of the team. He'll be our boss" James shuddered. 
"It won't be so bad. I guess I don't have to kill myself with work anymore and can go back to how things were." you nudged James' leg with yours.
"Leaving soon?" he asked, setting his empty glass on the end table. 
"I was thinking so".
"What's the rush? The announcement has been made; drinks are flowing..." James winked at you making you snort. 
James leaned in towards you, putting both of his hands on either side of your face. You inhaled sharply at his touch. 
"Wh-what are you doing?" 
"This".
James leaned in and kissed you hard. He tasted like the whiskey he just shot back mixed with a faint taste of a cigar. 
You didn't hate it. 
He held onto your face firmly while he deepened the kiss, making you let out a small moan. His lips were soft and smooth while he teased the entrance to your mouth with his skilled tongue. You pulled back. 
"James...we can't..." 
"Shh Y/n, we can, just relax Y/n." he whispered, kissing you again. 
You opened your mouth to reply, and James took that opportunity to move his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. Your arms flung around him and held him close. His hand left your face and moved down your neck, squeezing lightly before he moved it lower on you, squeezing your breast and nipple through the fabric of your dress. 
You shifted closer to him on the couch as his other hand moved you, so you were now sitting on his lap, straddling him. You were straddling James Barnes in Tony Stark's library. 
What am I thinking? 
Apparently, nothing because you wrapped your hands around his neck and started grinding down on his lap ever so lightly when he moved his hands to your hips, bringing you down on his rapidly forming bulge. 
"I'm going to make you forget about that fucking promotion." he whispered before he leaned in and kissed your neck. 
He placed wet sloppy kisses on your neck, and moved to your collarbone, licking, and sucking while he held your hips firmly in his large hands. You moved up and down on his lap, looking for your release while you tilted your head back and bit down on your bottom lip. 
"James..." 
"I know baby" he said into your neck. 
He moved his hand to the hem of your dress, moving it up your thigh lightly until he reached your hot core, moving your underwear aside. 
"So wet" he mumbled and kissed your neck. 
He played with your clit a little before he inserted a finger in you, making you moan. 
"Shh baby, don't want to get caught by our boss" he teased. 
"Shut up Barnes" you said, kissing him deep. 
You could feel him smile against your lips. 
"That's it baby girl, like that" you were grinding hard on his lap while he had a finger inside you. 
He added a second finger and placed his thumb on your nub while moving his hand up and down, making you see sparks. 
"James, I'm gonna cum" you moaned. 
"That's the idea".
You were a withering mess on his lap while he held you firmly in place. 
"Baby, you keep grinding on me like that and you're gonna make me cum in my pants like a fucking teenager" James moaned.
You smirked at him and started moving faster. 
"Fuck doll" James winced. 
You whimpered at his movements as his fingers easily slipped in and out of you, teasing your hot core. 
"Cum for me Y/n, cum on my hand" he urged you on.
"James!" you came hard when he pinched your clit and curled his pointer finger making you shudder and whimper on his lap. 
You rested your forehead against his and let out a sigh. 
"You still mad about the promotion?" he asked, rubbing your back. 
"What promotion?" you muttered earning a chuckle from James. 
You finally calmed down your breaths and gently removed yourself from James' lap, straightening your dress out then you stood, followed by James. He had to adjust the front of his pants. 
"No one can find out about this" you firmly said. 
"You mean, no one can find out about us..." he winked at you. 
Your face flushed further. 
He turned and looked deep in your eyes. 
"Now, call that car of yours, I will call mine, and I'll see you back at home where we can finish this, yeah?" 
James leaned in and kissed you. 
"That was just the starter. You still have to help me with this" he pointed to the bulge in his pants then swatted your butt while you walked away from him. 
"See you at home then sweetheart?" he asked. 
"Of course, James" you winked at him. 
"Now, wait a few minutes before I leave".
James let out a sigh. 
You patted him on the cheek and kissed him. 
"See you at home" you said before leaving the library. 
Even though you didn't get the promotion, you were still going home to your loving secret boyfriend, and that was just as good as a promotion in your eyes.
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weird-dere-fics · 9 months
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A little birdy told me you were having period cramps so I came here as fast as I possibly could to send you some Ichigo n' Bakugou lovin'
As insufferable as they both are with their trademark snark and brash attitudes, they're both very, very perceptive men and they're quick to pick up on you trying to hide the period pains and the cramps that come with it
Bakugou speaks in a much softer tone, his touch lingering over your skin for a couple seconds longer whenever he strokes your shoulder. He's seen first hand from his mother about just how bad monthly pangs can get and he's both gentle, yet firm, to offer you a massage. If you try to deny his offer, he shakes his head and he's already guiding you towards the bedroom
"Stop trying to fuckin' hide it and sit down," sounds suspiciously a lot like 'just let me take care of you' and there's a hint of concern in that low growl of his
He's insistently stubborn, refusing to budge or let you go until he's absolutely sure that the tension in your shoulders has alleviated. After tending to your body, he cooks up your favourite meal, having perfected it down to the very last detail
Ichigo is just a liiittle bit more insufferable when he notices that you're in a pretty bad mood. That boy likes to taunt and push you around in a playful manner, but when you snap back at him, baring your teeth, he backs off with wide eyes and raised brows
He honestly looks like some kind of bristled cat
He watches you stalk off in tense silence, wanting to ask a sassy, 'Jeez, what's eating your ass this morning?' but he just barely manages to hold his tongue back from muttering the words out of his smart mouth
Instead, he lets out a small sigh, and approaches you in an apologetic manner; gently wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back flush to his firm chest, before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, the bridge of his nose ghosting along your warm skin
"Twyla... " He murmurs your name quietly, his voice much more softer than usual, with his lips peppering tiny kisses all along the side of your throat, and he picks up on all of the sensitive spots that make you shiver
Me reading this in real time:
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Knifie I will let u kith me back a thousand times and then I will proceed to kiss u back AGAIN another 10,000 times.
Pls I love them both so much :((((( 💖💖💖💖
Love how attentive Bakugou is here, n how he gently forces his way into taking care of me cus knowing me, if I thought it was inconveniencing him I prolly would decline. Crying at how I would be thanking him n telling him he didn’t have to and he just gets annoyed and straight up says “Let me love you, shitty woman” with a bit of a chuckle. He’s so sweet to me. It isn’t u til after the massage that I notice his lingering touches, the extra warmth, eye— 🥹🥹🥹.
And Ichigo? Man 🧎🏾‍♀️. We prolly would push each others buttons at times when teasing each other, but I appreciate so much that he can realize sometimes it’s the wrong time and that he goes to make up for it 🥺. I would melt very shortly after he murmurs my name during his embrace, starting to cry once he starts kissing my skin. Would feel so bad about snapping like that and absolutely crave the warmth he’s offering pls, I would crumble 😭😭😭. The way he chooses to go after me instead of leaving me be to stew on things 🥹🥹🥹. I love him so fucking much.
Thank you sm knifie I am coming to your house with treats and a plushie of a little spider with a knife and another smol plushie of a black bird with a red (hawks) feather in its beak.
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hhoneyribbons · 2 years
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unwanted nail treatment :: ledger joker! X female reader: fluff with very small spice
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A/N : that's the color of his nails by the way also I hope you all enjoy this little writing , I thought it was a cute idea so I pitched this together also I am taking request and for my tag list please comment or message me that you want to be added .. anyways please enjoy luv ya !!
summary : as you were laying out in the sun reading joker sneaks up on you and tickles you which you have a fit even more when his nails make a scratch in ur thigh ... which leads to a nail treatment which he so hates but shows off in the end so...let the games begin.
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{ also look at those claws - 
ur skin being kissed by the sun as you lay out on ur soft blanket that had patterns of florals and the edge sewed with glitter at the rim, you laid on your stomach the wind making ur white summer dress flow at ur knees as you whisper the words of the book your reading to yourself and write your thoughts or little flowers...
“ J “ watched you from his car as he arrives home and grins cheekily to himself walking like he was finding his prey in her vulnerable moment and he stood behind you listening to your whispers and he crouched down and attacked you with tickles and a clowny chuckle “ gotcha my little bunny, “ joker said into ur ear as you wiggle and gasp out for help
‘ Ahh!! NO no J !! StoP it “  you whined out in between laughs and he couldn't help but to give a clowny laugh himself “ aww did I scare my babydoll? “ he mocked in a baby voice and patted ur cheek
, you huffed and kicked ur feet and smacked at his chest  “ I hate u !! get off “ u grumbled out and he moved his face in closer
grinning mischievously “ mm I hate ya too doll, “ he said glaring darker at u planting a kiss on ur warm lips and stopping his tickling assault, you wiggled here and there but slowly stop and kiss him back blushing as you do so “ Jok!- mm” you hummed into the kiss as his hands move from ur waist to ur hips and he grips them
his overgrown nails digging into ur thighs  and you hiss loudly pulling from the kiss  “ ah hey that hurt j “ you sat up straight seeing small crescent moon nail marks on ur thigh as they bleed the smallest bit
Joker looked at the small marks and patted over them “ aw toots don't be a baby it's not that bad “ the joker said with a sassy eye roll and moved from u sitting up on the blanket
you huffed “ that's it I'm cutting those monsters things, “ you said getting up and marching into the house like the mature woman you are feeling joker on ur heels following you as you walk into the bathroom pulling out the nail clippers  you turned to joker and grab one of his hands “ come here, these need to go”
he glared pulling his hands back, “ no my hands are staying the way they are babydoll, I'm no preppy man “ joker grumbled out as you ranted about how he couldn't touch you anymore with those long nails and his comebacks flew with how you need my touch on and on ...
“ fine.. can I at least clean them up pretty pretty please j “  you begged with the cutest puppy eyes at him, he went quiet watching ur begs and grumble
“ only for you toots .. but no pink or else will have big punishments babydoll, “  he said in defeat as you smiled happily and kissed his cheek running to get ur nail supplies.
you came running back into the bathroom pulling him to the table and telling him to sit you sat in his lap and looked at his hands they were chapped and felt so rough to hold. you started with pushing his cuticles back and cleaning all the crust off
every now and then he'd give a grunt of annoyance and grumbles of are you almost done which who could blame him he was such a “busy” man
“ j stop moving I gotta paint them “ you huffed out and held at his arm so he would stop moving which only made his fussing worse.
you picked out some colors at times asking him if he liked it too which he would nod or give a glare of course even tho he was a grumpy cat he would sometimes grumble in ur ear .. “ that one toost, I like the glitter in it “ to which you would smile and nod happily.
you smudged it only a few times but finally, after 30 mins you finished his nails with a protecting coat of nail polish and moved back so he could see them         “ do you like em j...? “ you asked watching his reaction
his scars moved up into a grin “ there..ah nice doll, so many would-be jealous “ he grinned at you seeing your smile as u let out a soft giggle, and plants a kiss into ur hair  “ now my turn to do my girls “ he hummed and picked through the polishes for your nails
which was another 30 min session of fussing and grumbling but ended up into a happy funny moment which after the nail clean up you and j fell asleep on the couch...the next day he got ready for his “ business meeting “ getting dressed in his purple suit and heading out the door with a kiss to your cheeks
of course, at the meeting he showed off his nails done by his babydoll, he would talk with his hands n do hand movements that made the glitter shine, and now every time the nail polish would chip he'd be coming to you ...
T H E     E N D
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rulerofstars · 3 years
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lips like sugar
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headcanon: how the jjk men would ask for kisses.
fushiguro megumi. inumaki toge. satoru gojou. nanami kento. fushiguro toji. slightly suggestive themes.
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megumi f.
this shy boy.
he’d be a fucking tomato before he could even ask you for a kiss.
will stutter so bad, his hand could be even shaking.
“(y-y/n) can i. . .”
“what is it, megumi?”
he would be incredibly obvious, though. his constant stares at your lips, and how he licks on his own when he sees yours will give him off.
“are you asking for a kiss?”
“w-well. . .”
it’d be a cute kiss, though. megumi’s not that wild, even a simple peck would do, it’s enough to make his day.
BUT, megumi is a mint guy, and what he always does— what he is fond of doing is passing you his mint while you kiss.
will hold your hand after it, though.
9/10 — so polite
inumaki t.
ISTG THIS KID-
you’re still kinda thankful that he only does this when you’re at home or alone.
because FUCK.
it could be anytime, and everywhere he could’ve wanted.
“kiss me.”
sometimes, he does it when you’re mad so you really don’t have a freaking choice.
his kisses do not go too deep, but they last for a couple of seconds.
at CERTAIN times, he does it to piss you off.
“toge, stop it!” you say one time, annoyed how he kept on using his cursed speech to make you kiss him after an argument.
“no.”
he tastes like candy, to be honest. sometimes you wonder if he always eats one because his mouth tastes sweet.
7/10 — cute but kinda annoying
satoru g.
whenever this man is asking for any type of kiss, he does it with his sing-sang voice, so you really do not know if he’s fucking serious or not.
sometimes, he calls you, and when you look at him, he’d be pouting his lips. he does this everywhere.
well, it’s up to him to show you how serious he is through the intensity of his kisses.
“baby~ come kissy kissy.”
does not take “no” for an answer. will ask you if you do not love him anymore, or is he a bad kisser, or are you in another secret relationship with suguru getou. (take note that you should ask him that)
UNLIKE MEGUMI, satoru would fucking steal any fucking piece of candy from your mouth.
sometimes, he says the most embarrassing things, EVEN IN PUBLIC.
“do you wanna kissy kissy this dicky once we go homie?” istg
he would always have the sassy smirk on his face after tasting your lips.
8/10 — funny but embarrassing
nanami k.
OH MY FUCJING GOD THIS MAN.
bitch you would not be able to say no, i am telling you.
you always kiss him, so he only asks for one when he’s feeling like he could use a little energizer when he’s stressed because of work.
sometimes, he’d literally ask.
“honey, could you give me a kiss?”
sometimes, he doesn’t.
kento would just grab you by the waist if there’s a chance and pull you close to him.
“come kiss daddy.”
he gives the sweetest kisses, you’d be so addicted. there are times wherein he swiftly licks your bottom lip and pull away, as if he’s teasing you.
oh, and he’s press many soft kisses on your lips too before he’d let you go.
10/10 — will make u smitten
toji f.
what makes you think he’d fucking ask?
he’d grab you by your nape and shove his tongue in your mouth.
“t-toji! what are you-”
“shut up, i’m tasting what’s mine.”
yeah, you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. nothing can stop this man.
a squeeze on the butt usually translates to “face me, i’m going to kiss you.”
he’d kiss you anytime he wants, anywhere he wants.
“toji, we’re in the mall.”
“and?”
when it’s toji’s kisses, then it’s not just lip kisses.
there was a time, he accidentally placed a hickey on your neck when the both of you were at the shampoo section.
you thought he was just pressing kisses.
“baby, i think i’m horny.”
7/10 — impolite but tastes so good
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voxmortuus · 3 years
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PAIRING: Dom!Hannibal x Sub!Fem!Reader(they have a relationship)
UNIVERSE: Hannibal
WORDS: 2K
SUMMARY/PROMPT: Prompt from @coraline-scarlet: Ok ok, listen, Hannibal punish the reader for being a brat by teasing him all day, daddy kink, degradation, asphyxia kink, begging kink, bondage and suspension kink, impact/spanking play, hand kink, nipple play, and orgasm denial. (If it is not too much aftercare I will understand if u don't wanna write this for not feeling comfortable with something :)
TW: Angst | Language | Daddy Kink | Brat | Punishment | Degradation Kink | Asphyxia Kink | Rough Oral (Male receiving) | Vaginial Penetration (Unprotected) | Begging Kink | Praise Kink | Bondage Kink | Suspension Kink | Impact/Spanking | Nipple Play | Orgasm Denial | Aftercare
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Today was one thing after another with your attitude. Brat didn't even begin to cover it, but at the same time, that's precisely what it was. Brat mode was on full blast today. Between being super picky, not doing as you were told, to just being an all-over pain in Hannibal's ass. But you were doing it for a reason. You wanted him to get worked up, you wanted to test his patience, and you wanted him to correct you. You loved pushing his buttons because he always had the best follow-through. On top of being a brat, you had been teasing him all day. Using clothing and suggestive body language to get further under his skin.
"You have to go get ready for dinner. I would like to have dinner on the table by 6:45 at the latest." He stated.
With a smirk and a slightly exaggerated sway of your hips, you stood up, bending over, pressing your breasts together, kissing his cheek you smirk. "Yes, Daddy." Heading for the stairs, you make your way to the bedroom and throw on nothing but a mesh dress and make your way downstairs. Standing in the kitchen, you smirk and look at him. "Will this work for dinner?" You knew exactly what you were doing.
He clenched his jaw and looked over you; licking his lips, he put down his knife and shook his head. "Go get changed."
"No. I want to wear this."
"That is not dinner-appropriate."
"Then maybe have me for dinner." you taunt.
After he turns off the stove and oven, he walks over to you and grabs your wrist and looks you in the eyes, and shakes his head. "You haven't deserved that." He sneers.
He shakes his head, and with a firm grip on your wrist, he brings you to the back of the house. You knew exactly what this meant, and you couldn't help but mentally giggle like a little girl. As you trailed behind him as he dragged you by your wrist, forcing you to keep up with him, he turns and closes the door behind you. Looking up at him, you give him this devious grin. He looks over your face and shakes his head.
With his grip still firm on your wrists, he places you in the middle of the room. "Strip down. Fold your clothes neatly, lay them on the table." He tells you, his tone stern.
Nodding your head, you do just as you were told. You strip down, fold them neatly, and lay them on the table. You move back to standing in front of him, your hands at your side, and look over his face. Licking your bottom lip slightly, you bite on it. Taking in a deep breath, you watch as he moves to grab red silk rope.
You watch his hands closely and with great intent as he starts to wrap the rope around you, tying knots and intricately placing the silk against your skin. You watch as his fingers move in specific ways. You've always loved his hands, how they moved, how they would cut, grip, grasp, glide, how each little fiber moved. You were always watching them day in and day out. The rope felt good; it was tight, yet not too snug that it was uncomfortable. Once he had you bound in a way that you could not fuss about, he decided to reach up and grab the hooks above and grabbed a small remote; pressing the button, you start lifting off the ground just enough to become eye to eye with Hannibal.
Looking over his work, noting the rope that was strategically placed started to do its job. But the pressure of it all felt just right; he always knew just what to do and how to do it. Walking around, he grabbed a few things. After a few moments, Hannibal approaches you and looks you in the eyes before clamping your nipples. The pinch and sudden shock of slight pain gave you goose flesh.
With a riding crop in hand, he reached behind you and placed it against the flesh of your backside. Looking over your face, and leans in and gives you a whack, the sting caused your body to jerk, and you let out a soft whimper.
"Do you know why I am doing this?" He asked you.
Whack!
"Because I was sassy." Your tone was breathy.
Whack!
"And, why else?"
Whack!
"And because I didn't listen." You let out another breathy response.
Whack!
"And?"
Whack!
"Because I was teasing." You had a slight moan in your voice.
Whack!
"Exactly."
Whack!
"And you were a naughty brat." He added.
Whack!
With each whack, your body quivered, your body shivered, the gooseflesh on your skin caused the clamps on your nipples to tighten, which caused your pussy to convulse mildly. Biting your lip, you watch as Hannibal moves away from you. Noticing your body's reaction, he smirks.
"You're a little pain slut aren't you?" He smirks.
WHACK!
"Yes." You reply, biting your lip. You loved when he got like this.
WHACK!
"Yes, what slut? Look at this. You're all wet like a needy little whore." His tone was more intense.
WHACK!
"Yes, Daddy." You whimper.
WHACK!
"Oh, try again."
WHACK!
"Yes, Sir." You correct yourself.
WHACK!
"That's a good whore."
WHACK!
He moves, feeling how wet you had become during this time and 14 whacks later. He licks his lip and shakes his head. Looking over your body, he feels himself get excited, watching your cunt drip because of his actions, watching you quiver to his words, watching you react like this was something he always enjoyed.
"Now look at this, you're a dripping wet needy little whore who can't seem to grasp the idea of being well mannered and doing as she's told." He points out with a smirk on his face.
"Yes, Sir. I am a needy whore. But only for you."
He walks around you and grips at your throat, his fingers molding around your neck in a tight grip before he shakes his head. "I didn't ask you to talk whore." He adds.
You lick your lips, feeling the tight grip on your throat. Looking over your face, Hannibal tilts his head and licks his lips a moment, and moves to grab another hook, hooking you, so you are now vertical and lowers you. He undoes his belt and unzips his pants, and releases his erect cock, and with a firm grip around your throat from above, his fingers crossing over your windpipe, his grip firm, he pulls you forward, and you take his cock into your mouth.
With a whimper and a soft moan, you take him into your mouth willingly. Your tongue flat against the bottom of his cock, as he shoves himself further and deeper into your mouth, pushing past your gag reflex. You jerk your body, but his grip around your neck becomes tighter, holding you in place as he thrusts into your mouth, pushing himself further down your throat until your face is flush with his body.
You feel yourself tighten between your legs, you feel your body tremble and your nipples tingle, you feel yourself getting wetter as he uses your mouth to please himself.
"Such a good whore." He groans. "Such a mindless slut. My warm fuckhole." He groans again as he thrusts harder into you.
Using your suspension to his advantage, his grip on your throat firm as he uses you. Moving your entire body back and forth, slamming his cock into your throat harder, he feels himself coming close to a finish, but he wasn't ready just yet.
Moving behind you, he spreads your legs further and shoves his throbbing cock into your dripping wet cunt, and begins to thrust deep into you. You let out a gasp and a loud moan as he grips at your waist tightly, his fingers driving into your skin pressing against your hips.
The harder he thrusts into you, the more you whimper, the louder you moan, and the more you want to be that mindless whore for him. As he pushes into you, your body tenses around his cock, feeling every inch.
"Oh Sir, you feel so good." You whimper.
"Tell me how good my cock feels, whore." He growls.
"Oh Sir, your cock is perfect. It feels so amazing, your cock is my favorite, Sir. I love how your cock fills me." You whine as he thrusts harder into you. Your words turning him on even more. Pushing him to get rougher with you. As he uses your body, he feels himself getting closer.
"You want my cum whore?" He asks you.
"Oh yes, Sir."
"Beg for it. Beg for me to fill your cunt whore." He growls as he slams his cock into you harder.
"Please, Sir, please cum in me, fill my holes. Use me as your cum dump. Use my whore holes for your pleasure, Sir. Cum in me, please. Please, Sir. cum for me. Can I cum too Sir? Please? Please can I cum with you?" You beg.
"No, no, you cannot. This isn't for you. Whore's don't get to cum."
"Please, Sir. Please. Cum in my cunt, Sir. Cum deep inside me." You beg more.
That begging was enough to send him over the edge. With a loud growl, he slams his cock deep inside you, holding you close flush against his skin as he cums inside you. You let out a scream as your body shakes, wanting to finish; you were so close, but like a good girl, you kept yourself from a finish as hard as it was.
He slowly pulls from you, and his fluids drip from you- he smirks watching, a moment as he begins to untie you and catches you in his arms as you slowly start to tremble, falling to the floor. Picking you up, he looks over you and smiles. He brushes your hair away from your face and kisses you softly.
"Such a good girl. You did so well, I am so proud of you." He smiles, kissing you softly again.
"Thank you, Daddy." You whisper softly, resting your head against his shoulder looking over his face.
He carries you up the stairs and starts a hot bath. Stripping down, he climbs in with you. You reach forward and hand him some bubble bath, and he adds it in for you. Leaning back against him, you close your eyes, resting as he begins washing you. His strokes careful, delicate, and caring. Paying attention to every little detail, every curve, and every inch of you, wiping your back, your legs, and your breasts. You watch his hands; you lean against him and smile.
When he finishes bathing you, he holds you close. Taking his hand in yours, your fingers trace over his hand, and you kiss each fingertip; smiling softly, you begin to hum softly.
"Daddy?" You ask.
"Yes, Sweetheart?"
"I'm hungry."
"Okay, Sweetheart. Let's go find something to eat shall we?" He chuckles.
Getting out of the tub, he lifts you out of the tub and dries you off, sticking you in your favorite nightshirt and your favorite fluffy robe. He holds you close, drying off your hair and brushing your hair. He smiles, getting himself dressed, and heads downstairs with your hand in his. Once you get to the bottom of the stairs, he reaches around the corner and hands you your stuffed teddy bear, and makes his way to the kitchen.
You climb onto the stool and sit at the counter, watching him work a moment. "What do you want, Sweetheart?" He askes you with a smile on his face.
"A grilled cheese and tomato soup." You smile wide, holding onto your stuffy.
Nodding his head, he smiles. "Coming right up." He grins as he hands you a cup of juice. "Two hands, you don't want to spill." He smirks. Nodding your head, you take a sip and smile, wiggling about in the chair, holding onto your stuffie as you place the cup down on the counter.
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citrus-simp · 3 years
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Hope everything is okay. I just wanted to say I love your writing and both blogs :) if you ever do open requests again, and even if you do you don’t have to write this. But how about a drabble of levi and his wife who have 2 sons and 1 daughter named Kutchel who is 3/4. Levi loves all his kids but kinda has a soft spot for kutchel🥺 and sometimes her brothers exclude her from play n are mean to her so she comes up to him trembling like “why won’t they play w me daddy”. Cue levi. Rest is up to u.
{AN}-> first of all, thank you so much for the love and support and of course for reading my work! And yes I am doing better thank you for the wishes! I am and ULTIMATE simp for papa Levi!
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"I'm home" Levi called out as he slipped out of his work shoes and hung his blazer
"Dad! Look what I won today at practice!"
"Dad look at the grade I got o my test today!" your sons yell as they ran to their father holding up objects for him to look at.
Your eldest Liam who was 8 showed him what his football coach gave him, at practice. He had done very well and had gotten a button that said MVP on it, he was very proud of himself. Eli, your younger son who was 6, wanted him to know how well he was doing in his classes. He was top of his class and loved to show you both how hard he worked
"Congrats to both of you, I'm proud of you both for working so hard," he said ruffling their hair, gaining a big smile from them both
"Welcome home, Levi" you popped in with Kutchel in your arms, pecking Levi's lips. Your youngest and only daughter, Kutchel. She was 3, and definitely had Levi wrapped around her little finger.
The thing was, not only was she named after his mother, she looked so much like her! Of course, she had certain things from you but her eye shape, and nose were from his mother. Unfortunately, Levi lost his mother before Kutchel was born. It took a toll on him, all the things she had done to care for him, her sacrifice, everything.
He felt as though he was never able to repay her. Next thing you know about a year later, you found out about your pregnancy, with your first girl. The day she was born, Levi felt something he never had before. It was almost like he had completely healed from his loss when he looked at her.
"Papa!" she reached out for her father to take her, which he gladly did
"Hey there princess," he said kissing her chubby cheek "what did you do today?"
"Me and mama went to the park and I fed the birdies," she said with a rosy smile.
"Oh look at you doing big girl things! I'm so proud of you princess." he smiled at her and raised her above his head. Her brothers watching a bit disappointed from a distance.
Did they hate their sister? No. Their parents taught them to respect and love their sister, which they did. But at their age, jealousy was something big among siblings. Seeing how their father would be more affectionate towards their sister made them feel different. They saw that their father would gravitate more to their sister than to them. Or he would put her first before them when asked to spend time with them.
Of course, you had noticed this way before time. You had asked him when you were pregnant with Eli that he wouldn't have favorites and love all your kids equally. You knew that could make a bad relationship with his kids and between siblings so you wanted to avoid it. Sometimes you'd step in and try to give your sons the same praise, but of course, they still wanted their father's attention.
"Liam why don't you go and find a nice place to put that MVP button in your room, like a trophy" you try and lighten the mood "and Eli, I'm sure I have a frame for that test of yours" thank the god it actually worked as both boys run in different directions for each of their own things to do.
"Levi, did you see the boys' accomplishments?' you ask
"Y/N, I know where you're going with this. I paid attention to all of them, Liam is doing great in football, and Eli is practically a genius," he said putting down Kutchel
"*sigh* I know I just-"
"Want no one hurt I know, well how about you meet me in the kitchen and we can talk it out alright? Kutchel sweetheart, why don't you go and play with your brothers while I talk with mommy okay?" he said ruffling her hair
" 'Kay!" she said running up the stairs to where she'd find her brothers most likely.
"And what would this talk be about?" you ask raising an eyebrow as his hands found your waist
"Oh just about how I have some time to kiss you properly~"
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" 'iam" Kutchel said as she enters his room, Eli in the same as they played together "can I pway with you and E-i?"
"No Kutchel, go away" Liam sneered "we don't play with babies"
"I'm not a baby!" she pouted
"Go away Kutchel, you're not smart enough to play this game either way," Eli said motioning to the board where he and his brother were playing chess "Maybe dad wants your company" Eli may be smart but he also got his father's sassy mouth
"B-but I wanna pway with you" he pouted trying not to cry as she sniffed
"Kutchel just go away, ugh you're so annoying when you cry"
"Yeah, and only babies cry."
"I-I not...a-a baby," she said as tears pooled in her eyes, of course, they would tease her playfully at times but this time Kutchel really did feel hurt
"Whatever, the only reason gives you so much attention is 'cause you were a mistake and he doesn't want you feeling bad" Eli sneered without thinking
"N-not true!" she stopped her feet as tears started to fall from her eyes, but she just couldn't handle any more ridicule from her brothers and left.
Meanwhile, you and Levi were in the kitchen caught in a makeout session when you heard a certain someone crying "Papa, mommy!"
It wasn't a regular call, she sounded hurt and heartbroken causing you both to separate quickly
"Kutchel, sweetheart what happened?" you ask as you kneel down and she crashes into your arm and lets out all her tears. Levi kneels beside you and strokes her back trying to comfort her some more
"P-papa, why won't 'iam let me play?" she asked her father as she peaked from your shoulder "T-they say I was a mistake.." she sniffed and you swore you could see the fire in his eyes. You stood up with Kutchel in your arms as Levi shot up and walked towards the stairs
"Levi! Levi, keep your anger in control, don't you dare-"
"Y/N, I won't do anything brash, but they can't say crap like that. I for sure didn't raise them this way. Just watch Kutchel, I'll talk to the boys"
Levi would NEVER lay a hand on his kids, but you didn't want him scolding either. However, they couldn't just say what they wanted to their sister thinking it was okay. Especially to the point of her crying.
"Come on baby, let's go watch the birds outside okay?"
Meanwhile, Levi is now knocking on Liam's door "Liam, Eli, come downstairs" he said while taking the lead waiting on them. He sat in a chair in front of the sofa and watched his sons take a seat. They looked like they knew what happened...
"Is there something you want to tell me? Like why Kutchel came to us crying? Asking if she was a mistake?" he said with a firm voice but not yelling at them. But enough to let them know he was very serious about the situation. Eli started to fidget with his fingers while looking down in his lap. Liam keeps eye contact with his father trying to keep a straight face.
"We didn't want to play with her so we said that so she'd leave..." Liam said
"That doesn't justify calling her a mistake. All three of you are here because your mother and I wanted you and we were happy as hell to have all of you."
"Even if you wanted all of us, it's not like you love all of us the same" Eli said crossing his arms
"Eli, that isn't-"
"you always put her first. Even if we come to you, whenever she comes you act more affectionate and happy with her just existing"
"We always have to do something just to get your attention...it sucks dad..." Liam added, "why can't you just love us how you love her?"
Levi was honestly hurt. He didn't want this to happen. He loved his sons to the moon and back. Maybe it was true that Kutchel got more attention from him but it didn't mean he didn't love them
"Boys, do you remember grandma?" Levi asked relaxing his posture a bit. Both boys nodded "Well, your sister looks a lot like my mother, it's why we gave her that name. I think I got attached to her in a way to cope with losing her. But I never want you to think I don't love you." he said kneeling in front of the two children
"The day you were both born were two of my happiest moments. You know I cried the first time you walked to me, Liam? And the day you told off Hanji made me laugh, Eli" he shared with them "I love Kutchel, but I also love you both to the end of my days. But I am sorry." he apologized opening his arms for them.
Hopping off the couch they have a warm group hug
"Alright, you two. I apologized but you still have some apologizing to do with your mother and sister," he said taking their hands and walking to the back porch where you sat with Kutchel
Levi clears his throat "You and Kutshcel have some visitors" he said with a nod to his hands
"Oh? What would these visitors like to say?" you ask in hope of a good outcome
"We're sorry we were mean to you Kutchel" Eli started
"Yeah, we didn't mean it, really. We were a little jealous but we never meant to hurt you. We love you" Liam followed
Kutchel pouted, not making eye contact "Really?" she asked
"Really really." they both offer a smile Kutchel jumps up from your arms and runs to hug her brothers. Walking over to Levi you kiss his shoulder and say
"Guess you'll be getting a reward for this accomplishment~"
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Hi! I have a request! I hope that’s ok! Can it be Y/N of course! I would like the scenario to be where Y/N is Spencer’s daughter? I just love that concept with my entire heart! Anything else with that! Mostly, happy stuff! If not no worries :)
Growing Up 
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Dad!Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of child birth, mentions of drinking and being drunk, crying 
Category: fluff so much fluff
Word Count: 1.7k
Author’s Note: I love this idea!!! I know you said just a scenario but I got a little carried away. Also, this picture is just adorable so it’s here :) There’s also big jumps in time because I didn’t want it to be too long. Hope you like it! 
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It was no secret that Spencer Reid wanted to be a father and that he would be an excellent one too. The day he found out his wife was pregnant was the happiest day of his life, or so he thought. 
That all changed the day you were born, the first time he held you changed everything. 
The Day You Were Born 
Spencer stood beside your mother, holding her hand as she pushed. “One more push baby” he whispered to her as she squeezed his hand. He brushed her hair from her face, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re the strongest person I know” he mumbled into the side of her face. She gave him a weak smile as the sound of crying filled his ears. 
“It’s a girl” the doctor said, wrapping her in a little pink blanket after wiping her down a bit. “Would you like to hold her Dr. Reid?” Spencer nodded as the doctor placed the little pink bundle in his arms. 
Spencer was in awe. Never did he think something so small could make him rethink his entire life. He leaned down and rested your head on your mother’s chest so she could see you. 
“She’s beautiful” she smiled up at Spencer. Spencer handed her back to the doctors so they can clean her up and check that she’s alright. He held your mother’s hand
“I can’t believe we made that” 
3 years old
You were now a toddler, sassy and talkative is an understatement.
Your mother had brought you into the BAU to visit your father. You ran into the bullpen, colliding with someone’s legs. You looked up to see your uncle Aaron, he smiled at you and crouched down to your level. “Hey princess, what are you doing here?” he asked you as you hugged him. “I wanna see daddy!” you shouted as Aaron picked you up and swung you around. You were now perched up on his shoulders as he walked you around the BAU. 
Your parents were at your dad’s desk, Spencer waved to you as you giggled because Aaron was pretending to drop you. Aaron put you down on Spencer’s desk, you pulled him into one more hug before he ruffled your hair and went back to his work. 
“Hi baby” Spencer smiled at you, picking you up and putting you on his lap. “Hi daddy!” you smiled back at him. 
“Did uncle Aaron show you around ?” 
You nodded resting your head on his chest as he smooth your messy curls with his hand. “Is someone tired?” Spencer asked you, you shook your head. “Good because Penny has cookies in her office, do you want to get some?” 
“Yes!” you shouted and hopped off his lap. Off you go running again, you had been to the BAU multiple times so you knew where everyone was. You got to Penelope’s office and waited for Spencer. Your aunt Penelope explained to you that to get into her bat cave, you needed a special pass that only your dad and your aunts and uncles at the BAU had. 
Spencer swiped his badge and opened the door. Penelope’s chair spun around to the sound of the door opening, Derek leaned up against her desk. “Y/n! my angel baby! Come here!” her arms were stretched out for you to give her a hug. You ran into her arms, she gave you a hug and picked you up. 
“Daddy said you had cookies” you looked up at her
“Dr. Reid! you let the secret slip!” she looked at him
Spencer shrugged with a smile on his face as he reached for one of the cookies. Penelope gave you a cookie which you gladly expected. 
“What happened lil mama? Uncle D doesn’t get any love?” he picked you up from Penelope’s lap. You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You had a special bond with Derek, you could tell that him and Spencer were close and even as a child you knew that. 
14 years old
You were in that weird phase where you were barely a teenager but you weren’t an adult either. Spencer didn’t know how to act around you, sometimes you missed him and wanted to be with him but then sometimes you were grumpy and didn’t want anything to do with him. 
“Sugar, dinner’s ready” Spencer called from the other side of your bedroom door. You didn’t answer him, you were too busy with your homework. You started high school and you were so caught up in the newness and the fast pace that you kind of forgot about everything else. 
Spencer knocked once more, after he got no answer he opened the door and stuck his head in your room. You were at your desk, typing away on your laptop and grumbling about something. He smiled, the way you threw yourself into school and anything you did always reminded him of himself. 
“Baby” he walked over and rested his hands on your shoulders. You jumped, you hadn't heard him come in. “What dad?” you mumbled, going back to your typing.
“Take a break, come eat dinner with me.” 
“What? No, I have to finish this” 
Spencer shut your laptop screen. “DAD! What the hell ?!” He pulled your chair away from your desk, “Either you get up or I'll drag this chair down the stairs with you in it” he told you. You rolled your eyes, he was a huge pain in your ass but you knew he meant well. You got up and walked out of your bedroom, he smiled 
“Good choice, your work will still be here when you get back.” 
20 years old 
You were totally shit faced at some college party. Your boyfriend broke up with you and you were, well, going through it. You couldn’t find your friends so you called the one person you knew would show up, you father. 
“Daddyyyy” you slurred over the phone 
“Y/n? Are you okay? Are you drunk?” he asked you quickly, you could hear the panic in his voice and some fumbling.
“Come get me” you fell over, now leaning against the railing on the frat house
“I’m on my way. Stay exactly where you are” he told you and hung up. 
It wasn’t long after that you saw him and your uncle Derek walking up to you. You were so drunk and so tired that you could barely hold yourself up. “Dad, uncle D” you mumbled trying to get yourself up, the two of them came over and helped you up. One arm over your father’s shoulder and one over Derek’s, Spencer helped you into the backseat before him and Derek got into the car. 
“What happened tonight mama ? You usually aren’t like this. I know you can have fun but c’mon, what happened ?” Derek asked you. 
Spencer knew you were too drunk to give a proper answer, he remained quiet as you groaned from the backseat. He would ask you what happened tomorrow after you sober up a bit. 
“He left me” you mumbled 
“Who did ?” Derek asked you 
“My boyfriend, he slept with the college whore” you laid down on the backseat. Spencer looked back at you through the rear view mirror before making a U-turn. “Whoa, where are we going? it’s 3 am and you live the other way” Spencer said nothing to Derek and continued driving. 
After a while, he stopped in a parking lot. He opened the backdoor and helped you out. “What are we doing here?” you asked, the 3 of you stood in your favourite diner’s parking lot at 3 am. 
“Pancakes and coffee until you sober up and then you’re going to tell us what happened between you and this boy.” Spencer told you. You hugged him, it meant the world to you that he would do something like this for you, meant even more to you that now you were drunk and emotional. 
27 years old
You were getting married today. Your best friend hooked the last button on your dress and you looked in the mirror. “Beautiful” she told you and gave your shoulder a squeeze. 
“Can I come in?” Spencer asked from the other side of the door while he knocked. You nodded to your best friend and she opened the door. Spencer saw his little girl standing there in her wedding dress and couldn't help but tear up. He promised you that he wouldn't because “if you cry then I'll cry” but he couldn't help it. 
“Sugar, you look gorgeous” He hugged you and you hugged him back. “I can’t believe I'm walking you down the aisle already, it felt like just yesterday you were born” he smiled at you as the two of you walked to your position. 
The music started and everyone stood up. You saw your fiancé at the altar, your mother in the front row with your grandparents.
All of your friends, your fiancé’s family and then you saw your family.
Derek and Penelope stood together, his arm was around her as she wiped away her tears and blew you a kiss, Aaron was beside Penelope with Jack.
Rossi and Krystall stood together with Luke and Matt, who had his arm around Kristy. Tara, Emily, JJ and Will are in another row. 
They were your father’s family and they became yours too. 
“You’re all grown up now but you’ll always be my little girl. Don’t forget that” he whispered to you, you nodded. 
“I love you dad” 
“I love you too sugar” 
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secret-rendezvous1d · 3 years
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what do you think spencer would be like if he got jealous?? if you weren’t together he’d probably try to stay away and give you looks (??) and if you were together he would get sassy, give shady remarks and probably be all over u i feel like
Oh good god-
It all starts when Detective Monroe squeezes her elbow.
Standing beside an abandoned SUV in a quiet side-street in Chicago, watching as Spencer rummages through the entire expanse of the black car in search of evidence left behind and delving deep into a conversation, with YN, about the blood spatter found up the stretch of window on the back-left passenger seat - it’s not exactly a romantic moment for them to share glances or gentle touches with one another. But as Monroe passes behind her, and cuts her sentence off short with his touch, Spencer can’t help but feel his insides burn. 
“What’s that all about?”
YN shrugs because she had no idea what the detective was doing. She hadn’t spoken to him, apart from their exchanges of ‘hello’ when her and Spencer had arrived at the crime scene that morning, and she’d barely gone anywhere near him because she was more focused on getting the job done. Besides, she was happy with Spencer and she had no reason to go hunting for the touch from a different man.
“You’re jealous-”
“I am not,” he scoffs and rolls his eyes, pulling down the sun visor to check the only area they hadn’t checked yet, and it only entices YN to smirk at his slight outburst and attempt at bringing the conversation to a halt, “I’m not jealous.”
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When Spencer catches Monroe glancing at her from his desk, he feels sick.
It’s not a nauseating feeling; he looks at severed limbs and dead bodies for a job so the ogling stares thrown in the direction of his girlfriend were tame when he had the job that he did. It’s more sickening because he’s trying his best to gain the attention off of YN and failing at the matter. He looks like a lovesick puppy and it makes Spencer cringe for him - if only he opened his eyes and took a look at the reality of what he was ignorant enough to ignore.
“We missed something in the splatter, Spence.”
Spencer snaps out of his thoughts when he hears YN’s voice beside him. His head following his body as he turned to face her, hoping that Monroe was still in his lovesick daydream towards her.
“How did we-”
“There was a shadow in the blood. There was someone else in the car with the unsub and the victim who could be working with them,” YN says softly, like it was something they were needing to keep under wraps. If anyone looked in the direction of the two of them, it would have seemed like harmless playground gossiping. “We looked at it from the wrong perspective. We’re looking at a team instead of just one unsub.”
He nods and finds himself glancing to the right of them and he didn’t know why he expected anything different. As silly as it may have looked, and disregarding the stares and the surprised faces on the team’s face because they always kept their relationship private and never showed affection to one another when on a case, he couldn’t help but hold her hands and squeeze them a little tighter than normal. Rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.  
“Spencer-”
“Just, let me enjoy having you here for a second.”
She cocks an eyebrow but follows his eyeline when he takes another side-eye to the side, falling on the face of the man that had become seemingly infatuated with her since their arrival in Chicago. A smirk toying at her lips because he really was jealous. Jealous and uneasy that someone else was giving her some attention. Unwanted attention that she didn’t like but wasn’t going to let it get in the way of her work, if anything. Because she craved the looks from one man and one man only... and that was the man standing before her, with his hands in hers.
“If you want to make him see I’m taken then at least do something a bit more than holding my hands, Spencer.” 
“Like what-”
She presses a gentle kiss to his lips, catching him off-guard and breaking off his sentence, a smile on his lips. His hands come up to cup her cheeks, bringing her in for one more before they parted, his thumbs catching in the loose tendrils of her hair but she didn’t mind. 
“Like that.” 
And it’s safe to say that the glances had stopped and the gentle arm touches were taken back. xx
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teeztheflag · 3 years
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Ateez! Reaction to getting intimidate with you while the members/ a member are/is in the same room
warnings: some of them behave like fu*kboys/di*kheads, argument, disrespect, alcohol, strong language, suggestive, teasing, doing unholy things in a church
a/n: this turned out so dumb I am sorry anon but I finished it lmfao also they’re more like teasing? because I cannot get my head into people fu*king in front of others and not caring about it 😂
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k i m h o n g j o o n g
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Hong Joong always has been a mixture of someone who liked to show off his girl and keep her to himself so you weren’t really shocked when he started to kiss down your exposed neck at a gathering at their mansion that night.
First you were really flustered and giggled but the sexual tension quickly arose when he took a good hold on your hips from behind breathing hotly down your cleavage.
You gulped unsure of what to think about the situation and gasped when you saw Park Seong Hwa standing at the other end of the room a glass of wine in his hand and a mischievous smile on his face.
Was he watching you?
You frowned trying to stop Hong Joong in his motions but quickly realized that he already saw the other one seemingly enjoying the scene.
You turned around and hurt took over your features.
„I am not a cheep whore Kim Hong Joong. Whatever you and Seong Hwa have going on don’t ever dare to involve me in it again.“ You hissed out trying to push away the tears and stormed away.
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Seong Hwa‘s birthday was known to be the biggest event of the year in his hometown. As the bachelor always threw the most outrageous and glamorous parties it was his friends this time that wanted to prepare something special.
They booked you: a student with little to no money but good dancing skills on the pool.
You started your show and even if Seong Hwa first wasn’t into the idea at all while he sat down in front of you on a single chair the moment he layed his eyes on you his heart skipped a beat.
You personated everything the young rich loved; you were so beautiful he got flustered and tried to hide his reddening cheeks.
The dress on you was way too short and the show went on with the cheering from his guests that the young bachelor zoned out completely by now. He felt himself shuddering and becoming nervous when the young lady started walking to him with confident steps but a deer like gaze.
You sat down on his lap your arms casually wrapping around his shoulders and he cursed lowly at the sweet scent you gave off when you leaned down to whisper in his ear.
„Happy Birthday, Mr. Park.“
You were about to dance on him when he stopped you in your tracks and you were panicking if you did something wrong. Seong Hwa looked you into the eyes and clenched his teeth.
„I swear you don’t know what you’re doing to me right now so stop.“
„Y - you’re joking, right?“ But the desperate look in his eyes told he was more than serious about this.
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You just couldn’t look away. It was always something you wondered about. And not only you... definitely your whole circle of friends.
You really didn’t want to look but your gaze just seemed to magically find its way down to Yun Ho‘s crotch where - wait a sec. Is it what you think it is?
Gosh, you had a drink too much. When you looked up you weren’t really sure anymore if this was the reality but on the other side of the room on the couch Yun Ho caught your gaze and suppressed a smirk.
Since it was embarrassing you quickly averted your gaze back to the movie hoping the two of you would just forget about the incident.
„Another round? I am getting shots!“ The others agreed and you got slightly nervous when Yun Ho came back with a tablet and handed everyone a shot.
„I am suggesting brother shots because we’ve all been so busy lately!“
„Why do you sat down next to (y/n), then? Very calculated don’t you think.“ Jong Ho eyed the latter suspiciously and Yun Ho sent him a kiss.
You were so dizzy that you were thinking about what brother shots were again when Yun Ho already linked your arms and drank. Right in the moment you remembered he already placed a cherry tasting kiss on your lips.
You couldn’t hold yourself back to lick the remaining droplets off while Yun Ho watched you eagerly.
„How does it taste?“
You frowned at him still progressing what a wasted night this was. Suddenly Yun Ho wipes away the last droplets off with his thumb and brushes it also over you bottom lip.
Your mouth opens but no words seem to leave your lips while he smiles mischievously.
„G-good... too good.“
„Ah, you want another one?“
You debate and your gaze drifts to the others around you but they seem much too intoxicated themselves to notice.
„Yes.“ Yun Ho chuckles and you close your eyes waiting for his lips to finally touch yours again. When a cold material instead meets you your eyes shoot open and you see Yun Ho laughing at you.
„I meant another shot, (y/n).“ He winks and you roll your eyes pouting at him for getting the wrong ideas...
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k a n g y e o s a n g
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Yeo Sang‘s family and yours were good friends since ages and it was a must to attend the sunday‘s service together.
Like usually your families sat next to eachother again but Yeo Sang tended to sit next to his friends in the last row this day. Just when you went up to get to your parents a voice stopped you.
„(y/n)! Come sit with us!“ You turn around and see San smiling at you and also the other boys were together. You just grew close to them a while ago and you didn’t see a reason to say no.
When you realized Woo Young made place for you between him and Yeo Sang your mood quickly changed. You frowned at the boy exactly knowing what you told him a month ago when you were drunk - that you had a crush on Yeo Sang since forever...
Problem was... Yeo Sang probably has been asexual or simply ignoring you for his own sake. As you expected he didn’t even greet you but just relaxed further into the bench.
The service started and the boys next to you seemed to fall asleep one after another while the priest was really into his game. You also weren’t the biggest fan of it but you knew how to be respectful.
It was time to pray with your eyes closed when you suddenly tense up. Your eyes immediately shoot open and your gazes drifts to the site where Yeo Sang is watching you intensely.
You are frozen and not able to move a muscle while he digs his hand further into your tigh. You quickly look around to see if someone notices but stop when you hear a giggle coming from right next to you from Woo Young.
Yeo Sang starts to draw slow circles into your skin and you recognize how warm his hand feels against your exposed flesh. You don’t know how to put it but your body tells you to invite his touches rather than scold him and retrieve his hand...
When he leans down you flinch and close your eyes uttering the last words of the prayer hoping to not die at how hard your heart beats against your ribcage.
His breath tickles the hairs on your neck and you can smell a strong perfume coming from him before he whispers.
„(y/n)... you’re a little whore squirming like this in a church...“
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„Well, a bet is a bet.“
„Min Gi, you aren’t serious about this? I thought it was a joke! If I knew you would be a dick I wouldn’t have obliged!“
Min Gi let’s out a laugh and drags you back inside the karaoke room where your friends were partying like there’s no tomorrow.
He sat you down next to him and brought his arm over your shoulder to keep you close so you couldn’t escape. He side glanced your form and smiles to see your arms crossed and a pout adorning your face.
„Cute.“
„What?“
„Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the view.“ His eyes turn into crescents while he grins at you.
Times flies by and you know your boyfriend good enough that he wouldn’t let his price slip. So when your food arrives everyone gasps when you start to feed Min Gi like he was the king of South Korea.
„Damn, what the heck are you two doing?“
Some couldn’t control their laughter and you feel like sinking into a hole of embarrassment when Min Gi explains that you just realized how he should be really treated.
Everyone knew you were sassy and didn’t take any shit and so it has also been with your boyfriend. Min Gi loved to tease you endlessly and he knew that having you serve him in front of your friends was something you wouldn’t like. He took it as a revenge for you making him jelous the last week and a dangerous glint appears in his eyes thinking back to the evening.
„Mh, my love. I have some sauce on my chin...“
„So what?“
„Lick it away.“
„You are unbelievable!“
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San always has been an affectionate person that needed a lot of attention from his s/o. You on the other hand liked to stick to simple holding hands in public and a little peck here or there but nothing too exaggerated.
San knew you were shy but sometimes he couldn’t hold himself back to tease you openly so people would see who you belong to. No, that wasn’t the only reason he liked to show off he was just fully engulfed in your form and needed to touch whenever he could.
This caused you scolding him from time to time when he did inappropriate things in the different areas.
For example in a car. With Jong Ho and Seong Hwa in the back. You were standing at a red light when you felt San‘s hand sneaking up your thigh leaving a tickling sensation in the process. The boys were tired but you were sure they were still awake in the back.
Quickly you try to retrieve San‘s hand but his grip just strengthens and the nerve this boy has! When you glance to him he’s just sheepishly looking outside acting like he does nothing. He always messed with you inside his car but this time it was worse because there were your friends in the back!
„San!“ You whisper-yell to your boyfriend who looks up to you for a second before leaning in to your side.
„What?“
„Stop!“
„No!“ Then he leans back and when you try to forcefully pull his hand back you’re suddenly with a clap to your thigh leaving you flushed and aroused because of the mixture of pain and pleasure.
„Mh... are we already there?“ Oh, Jong Ho probably actually fell asleep.
„Five minutes.“ San ignites with a big smile to the back.
After you drop off the two San suddenly locks the car and leans over so his arm is around the lean of your seat. Out of reflex you lean back clearly intimidated by his posture but also confused what he wanted to do now.
„Did it hurt, baby?“
You shyly nod and your gaze falls to your lap where you’re playing with the hem of your skirt. San’s tongue pokes out to wetten his bottom lip and a low chuckle leaves him.
„Can you whine like that for me again when we’re home?“
„San!“
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Jung Woo Young meant danger; that’s what everyone knew. You couldn’t deny the fact that he intrigued you beyond everything that was appropriate... meaning you fantasized about the boy way too much. Everything about him was perfect.
If you just could have a taste of his lips once in your life... It was just a little joke and daydreaming for you; nothing serious. And maybe his image also helped you to relieve some stress in lonely nights but really nothing more.
Although you didn’t expect this houseparty to be too spectacular things actually spiced up when you saw the boy and his friends entering the party. You suddenly felt more excited and thanked god you decided to join your friends this night.
You saw Woo Young quickly being accompanied by a girl and immediately your face fell. Dammit... Just stop dreaming of somebody you will never have!
„(y/n)?“ Oh, yes! You were currently playing beerpong and it was your turn. Well, if you didn’t get the boy you would at least just win this game. And you did. With a big crowd around you the other girls cheering for you because you won against the best of the boys in this game.
With a big grin and clearly tipsy by now you dragged your friend inside to dance accompanied by the others. You swayed your hips, laughed and had a lot of fun. Until you felt someone’s hand sneaking around your waist to level your rhythm up to his.
You turned around and saw no other than the Jung Woo Young eyefucking you shameless.
„What are you doing?“
„Getting revenge for my friend; but in my own way.“
You look over to Yeo Sang the one you just managed to destroy and see him winking at you from afar.
Your eyes quickly drift to Woo Young’s chest and you mumble to yourself. „This would be more like a prize...“
Woo Young is able to hear your words because instead of you he didn’t touch a single bottle tonight and because of that he decides to take things a little further. Suddenly the boy leads you out of the crowd upstairs to a secluded room where he’s quickly placing hungry kisses over your exposed collarbone.
You’re feeling like paralyzed both of the boldness and the pleasure.
Your eyes open wide when you hear a chuckle coming from the other side of the room and you frown seeing Yeo Sang sitting casually in a chair enjoying the show.
„Like you said. Your prize and our revenge.“
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Another one of those boring business nights with Jong Ho and you were quickly deciding to roam around the big mansion you landed in this time.
Gosh, how rich was his boss again? This house looked more like a palace to you and made you again wonder; what the hell was Jong Ho even working?
You turned corner after corner and whined knowing you got lost.
„Dammit... I am so stupid!“
„Here you are. Mrs. Choi we‘re missing your presence!“
Choi san comes out of the dark with a smile on his face and a hand tugged into his pockets. He looked ravishing but you guessed he already knew that by the way he always held himself. For you, San was a friend. A good one because he helped you and your husband in more than one way.
You puffed out some air and rolled your eyes. „What could be so interesting that you would need me?“
„Tsk, always so sassy... Jong Ho is currently leading in the game you should join us.“
„How much?“
„That’s for you to find out.“ A chuckle leaves you and with quick steps you get to San and link arms so he can guide you back.
The room was dark and huge with a single poker table in the middle where only three very young and dangerously looking gentlemen were still deeply engulfed into the game. Woo Young who stands next to the table winks at you and you try to hide the uneasiness he’s causing you every time with his little flirt attempts.
Hong Joong and Yun Ho still played with Jong Ho and being the bold human you were you emerged the table with confident steps and sat down on Jong Ho‘s lap to make your presence very clear to everyone.
Jong Ho immediately maneuvered his hands so he could sneak one of his arms around your waist and adjust your position; what the hell...
You were practically sitting widespread on his right thigh now but Jong Ho only seemed to be interested in the game.
They played silently while the others were casually getting drinks from the bar. You on the other hand were busy in understanding the game and Jong Ho‘s cards. You shuffled your body and position from time to time trying to not put too much pressure on your husband‘s thigh.
After a while with a lot of struggling Jong Ho groaned out annoyed and gave your hip a squeeze only to push you down on his thigh stronger than before.
„Fuck!“
All eyes were on you immediately and you know you shouldn’t have teased him so much...
„You want to distract me or put on a show for my friends?“
You were flustered beyond everything and just looked down to hide the embarrassment. „Neither.“
„Neither what?“
„Neither, sir.“ It was only a whisper but everyone clearly heard the word coming out of your mouth.
Jong Ho smiles triumphantly at the others knowing he not only won the game when he shows his cards but also that he would teach you a lesson in a few minutes.
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thewritingginger · 3 years
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Night at The Fall - Lucifer x Reader
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OH LORD this is SUCH an old request from freaking lAsT yEaR oops 
but Its been done :D @ecryveaine I’m so sorry you had to wait so long and you probably don’t even care anymore but here it is 😅
It took forever cuz slumps be like dat ya know lol
Enjoy ~
Prompt: Smut #1 “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” Fandom: Obey Me! Pairing: Lucifer x F! Reader Word Count: 3,681 words Warning(s): NSFW, 18+, mentions alcohol, Dom! Lucifer & Sub! Reader, Rough sex, public/semi-public sex, degrading, pet names, oral sex (BJ), begging, after care, really old and over do oops
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The room is filled to the brim with touching-bodies making the air humid. The music's vibrations rumble through the walls and the floorboards. The alcohol in your bloodstream begins to make your body tingle. You’re in a booth in the corner of the club swaying in your seat to the music. Sitting next to you sipping his scotch was the one and only Lucifer. You look over to him with glossy eyes. “Lets go dance!” you say excitedly leaning close to your lover's ear. Shaking his head he responds, “I don’t want to dance.” His tone is flat as he takes another sip of his beverage. “Well fine. Then you’ll just have to watch me.” Your sassy response is accompanied with a playful smirk on your lips.
Getting up, the alcohol pumping through your veins makes your body loose, allowing the music to move  you with ease. Standing a few feet away from the booth that Lucifer still resides in you begin to lose yourself in the atmosphere around you. Swaying your hips side to side, your arms gliding fluidly to the rhythm. Your eyes close for a moment, enjoying the freedom of movement. Opening your eyes your sight lands upon the hungry gaze of the first born. Reclined in the booth’s velvet cushions, taking slow swings from his glass as his black orbs roam over your form. Adorned in a tight red dress, the garment accenting your figure in an alluring way. His eyes following your every movement, never staying in one spot for long.
After a minute of feeling his gaze analyze your being, you decide you want to toy with him a bit.
As his eyes continue to bore into you, you turn your back to him. Outlining your body and rocking your hips side to side. You look over your shoulder to see if your actions have taken any effect on the demon. Nothing but a half cocked brow changes on his straight face. Running his tongue quickly across his lips he gets up without saying a word to get another drink. You let out a huff, but then a wicked idea pops into your head.
When Lucifer returns to his spot the situation has changed. He left you to dance on your own but returned to see you speaking with another person. A man. Sitting down he crosses  his legs waiting to see what the other demon might pull.
Feeling a piercing stare behind you, you discreetly glance over your shoulder and you see it. You see Lucifer’s face and you sense the fire slowly starting to build within him. Finally getting some kind of rise out of him. You think to yourself ‘Why don't we make this a little more interesting.’ So to add kindling to the fire you smile at the young demon talking to you running your hand down his arm. You ask him to dance with you, cause you still wanted to dance with someone and if Lucifer didn't want to be that person then so be it.
The man standing opposite to you grows excited by your invitation. As the song continues the man inches closer to your body, resting his hands on your hips. A few minutes pass and as a new song begins you turn around, your ass mere centimeters away from the other man’s pelvis. His hands continue to explore your waist. You lock eyes with a certain demon with quite the stern look painted on his face. Tight lipped and arms crossed, his look daring you to go further. Taking him on his silent challenge you press your body firmly against your dance partner. Your head falls back gently resting on his shoulder. The man accepts your warmth and leans in to plant a few chased kisses on your exposed neck and shoulder. That's when Lucifer had enough of this little show of yours.
Standing up Lucifer makes his way over to the two of you and stops right behind the unsuspecting man. Unaware of the spiders web you have just got him caught in. Feeling Lucifer's strong presence the man turns his gaze up at Lucifer’s searing glare. “Uh, got a problem man?” The demon asks a bit agitated from the interruption. “You’re touching what's mine.” Lucifer growls. “Well I didn't see her pressing her ass against you, now did I?” The demon laughs. A cocky grin plastered on his face..
A sadistic smile cuts Lucifer’s lips, “Well keep this up and I promise, you won't be seeing much of anything. Now I suggest you leave while you still have your legs to do so.” His threatening words cause the demon to step back and scurry off to another part of the club. With your arms crossed you pout, “Aww Luci, you could've been a bit nicer to the poor guy.I was just having a little fun. You didn't have to come and ruin it. But since you’re here.” You take a step towards him “I can dance with you now.” Your words come with an innocent smile. Taking Lucifer’s hand, you hold it above your head as you lead him further into the crowd of drunken dancers. The lights hit the smoke in the air creating patterns in your vision. The changing colors of the strobes paint your skin technicolored. Turning back to your lover you return to dancing but this time being more daring with your actions. Twirling your hips in a circle you turn your back to him rubbing your butt on his manhood. Rocking to the music you let a wandering hand wedge itself between you and Lucifer, palming at his crotch a few times before you feel his bruising grip on your wrist. Leaning into your ear, his voice penetrating your entire body. “If I were you I would be mindful of what it is you are doing Y/n.” His tone suggests you to be cautious but the way his words seemed to carve themselves into you made you shiver with delight. Playing innocent you say “I don't know what you mean Luci, I’m just having a little fun with you.” You smirk inwardly, knowing the game you were playing. Knowing the risks of what egging him on could lead to. After a moment of pondering your innocent confession you feel a low fiendish chuckle vibrate against your back. Moving to the music with you, his iron clamp on your hip tightens as he wraps his other arm around you to caress your neck. Pulling you against his chest enabling you to move. “Y/n, don't make me take you home and punish you.” His taunting words make the warmth betwixt your thighs sear like a branding iron. Feeling as if the air is caught within your throat his words continue. “Or perhaps you wish for me to take you here.” Your eyes shoot open at his insinuating words. “I know you wanted to make me jealous, that's why you let that scum put his hands on you.” Your breath quickens from the excitement building within you. Your electrified haze is broken by Lucifer’s sudden movements, your wrist firmly in his fist as he drags you towards the entrance.
Opening the doors of the hot bar a cold gust of wind washes over you, shocking your system. Pulling you to the side now standing in the dark alleyway Lucifer plants your back against the cold-damp concrete wall. Holding your chin up, his face a breath away from yours. “What am I going to do with you Y/n?” He asks with a tsk. His hand slipping down your neck, your side to then rest on your hip. Seeing a light bulb go off in his head a devilish gleam flashes across his eyes. “On your knees.” His words leave you speechless for a second. “But Luc~.” You’re cut off, “I said, on your knees. Now!” His command comes out with more force. Sinking to the ground you look up at him, “Undo my pants.” Another order, you obey. As you undo his belt and unzip his trousers you glance to the side where you hear people leaving and entering The Fall night club. “Lucifer what if someone sees us?” “They won't. And besides you didn't seem to mind what others thought when you were inside. I thought since you could act so shameless in front of others on your feet, you wouldn’t mind doing it on your knees.” Looking down at you, his words wrapped in sin. “Now be a good slut and do as I tell you and maybe I'll reward you after.” His fingers tangle in your hair pulling your face close to his hardened member.
Placing a hand on his thigh and the other gripping his penis. You swallow hard before you open your mouth to drag your tongue up the underside of his shaft. Putting his tip in your mouth beginning to suck, Lucifer pumps your mouth up and down himself to his desired pace. His hips bucking toward its pleasure with every few bobs of your head. His breath becoming deeper, you begin to hear low growls leaking from his throat. Looking up through your lashes you see the predatory look in his eyes. The way he looks at you like a hungry lion eyeing a wounded gazelle. Devouring you with his gaze, making you shrink under his intensity as he uses your mouth for his own needs.
After he is satisfied with the use of your mouth he pulls you back gasping, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock. Before you are able to catch your breath he hoists you back to your feet, facing you towards the wall. Pulling your hips back with his strong hands as he roughly yanks up the hem of your dress over your ass. The cool air against your skin makes your legs tremble. “Hmm.” An amused hum meets your ears. “You really are something. Coming out here in this little dress wearing no panties.” Punctuating his statement with a firm smack against your right asscheek. Pulling a fistful of your hair back, making your back form a u-shape. “You wanted me to use you tonight, huh?” Putting his fingers between your legs he feels your essence coating his digits. “Look at you, sopping wet like a bitch in heat and all from having my cock in your throat. I wonder just how much further I can take you before I break you.”
Sliding his tip against your entrance, reviling in its sinful decadence. Craving more of what your body has for him. Putting his slick covered fingers into your mouth tasting  yourself  as he slams his hips against yours. Your moans muffled by his fingers. The sudden intrusion makes your knees buckle.
He starts to pump into your core with powerful thrusts. Sounds of flesh smacking and stifled cries echo in the empty alleyway. Contorting your head back to continue his assault on your ears, filling your brain with nothing but his voice. “Look at you defenseless against me. Completely at my mercy. You love having my cock stuffed inside you don't you?” Unable to say anything you nod your head. Letting out a choked groan, the way he is fucking you and your backs bent is proventing you from taking a full breath. “I’m sure the thought that any one of those people walking in and out of that door over there could look over and see us gets you off. Huh, Princess.” Unable to do anything once again but nod your head in agreement as pleasure consumes you whole. Feeling as if the world is spinning, your brain incapable of knowing up from down at this point. His masterful thrusts hitting you in just the right spot over and over again. His words, pushing you closer to the edge. “You're such a little whore for my cock. I should’ve defiled you right in front of everyone, so they could see just how dirty you really are. You would've liked that huh?” A choked out “Yes'' leaves your lips causing a pleased smile to grace Lucifer's face. “Yes, what?” he asks with a hard spank, a red mark colors your butt. “Y-yes Master.” You corrected your response earning you a heated kiss before releasing your face. Dropping your head down stretching your neck from the unnatural position you were in. He pulls both your arms back holding you by your elbows as he begins to mercilessly pound into your womanhood.
Your knees feel weak. Unsure whether you’ll be able to keep yourself upright, Lucifer’s grip on you doesn’t falter. Still trying to suppress the moans from erupting from your throat you let out whispered screams to try and get some release. “Still trying to hold back? Well that's fine I guess I’ll have to pry those sweet sounds out of you.” His threat makes you involuntarily whimper, unsure if you can take much more of this relentless fucking he’s giving you. “P-please I don't know if I can take any more.” You confess hoping he will let up a bit, but how naive you were to dream of that happening.
“Oh I’m sorry, Y/n. Am I being too rough with you?” As he speaks in a mocking tone his thrusts slow down to long agonizing pumps. “I’m sorry.” Relieved that the pace has slowed down but the anxiety of what he has in store for you next  keeps you from letting your guard down. His grip on your elbows disappears allowing you to stretch your arms. His large palms feel up and down your sides as he places kisses on your shoulder. You begin to lose yourself in this new found softness for a moment before it stops, “Well Princess, If you don’t like how I’m fucking you then, you do it!” He says, pulling out of you. Turning you around to face him, his eyes hungry. He picks you up like you’re weightless. Wrapping your arms and legs around him to keep yourself up. Eyes locked. His forehead to yours. “Cause either way, I am having you!”
Inserting himself back into your wetness you let out a weary gasp, His hands firmly gripping your ass “Start moving.” His commanding words make you move innately as if you don't have control over your own body anymore. This body that claims to be yours but when his stringent words fill your ears you are reminded of who really governs it. With every twist of his lips and smack of his palm you are consumed with the ever present desire to please him. To give up your body for this ravenous beast. Presenting yourself, a banquet of erotic delicacies that only you can offer him. Wanting him to devour you with every kiss, needing him to take your body past its limits. Your muscles strain as they loop around his toned form, screaming to keep you up. Your hips eagerly trying to take in every inch of his manhood. Growing increasingly exasperated, feeling as if you can't get close enough. “Come on is that the best you can do? Prove to me that you want my cock.” His taunting words don’t register in your mind, every syllable blurs together as you try and focus on keeping yourself up and moving your hips. The heat inside you is enough to make you feel like you’re melting. Allowing yourself to be putty in his hands as he molds you to what he wants. Shaping yourself around his body like a puzzle piece. His dark silky locks are tightly wound in your shaking digits. Your face buried in his neck. Sinking your teeth into his shoulder trying desperately to muffle your cries of pleasure. A hiss is heard as Lucifer sucks in through his teeth. A dark chuckle erupts from his chest. “We’re biting now are we? Well then~” With his amusement you let out a little squeal as Lucifer digs his fingernails into the plump skin of your ass. His hands assisting you in your movements, your hips meet each other with bruising force. The sound of skin slapping against each other and muffled screams emanate from the dark alleyway. “Fuck!” His hoarse whisper vibrates through your weak body. Trying desperately to keep your grip around him. Detaching from his shoulder you meet his gaze. Directing him you kiss him hungrily. Tears pricking your eyes, moaning into his lips.  All your senses being stimulated. His touch. His taste. His smell. His moans. All of it fills you up. Nearing your breaking point you hug him closer, if that was even possible. With every stroke of his shaft inside you you’re pushed closer and closer to the edge. The coil inside you coming undone burns in your belly. Seeking your end you move your hips faster. Not caring if anyone can see or hear you. All you care about is him. This moment. Your end. Nothing else mattered but the pleasure between you two.
Just a few more movements of your hips and you feel the string holding you together snap. You kiss Lucifer as you climax. Muffling your sweet cries of passion. Your walls convulse around his manhood, urging him to keep going. Riding out your orgasm you feel his cock twitch signifying his impending end.  Not having a chance to come down for your high, being over stimulated by his never wavering need to fill  you with his seed. Claiming you as his. His mind, that of an animal, focusing solely on marking his territory. He will have everyone that sees you know your his. If not from the marks he leaves behind then from his semen dripping down your legs. His feverish movements become sloppier. Looking into your eyes, foreheads touching he releases his essence inside you. Your walls are coated with hot ropes of cum, as he maintains a slow pace. Milking his cock for all it has.
With his back to the wall, standing there motionlessly in silence. A minute passes. Both breathless, calming down from the ride you went on. The excitement melting into tiredness. Your head rests limp against his before sweeping the loose hair in your face. Looking at him, your eyes, heavy. Cradling your  face like a prized gem, rubbing your cheek with his thumb he pulls you in for a tender kiss. “You okay? Do you think you can walk?” He asks, a new found softness to his once rough voice. You nod your head, “I’m okay.” You offer a smile and catch his lips again. Reveling in the aftermath of your heated moment. You gasp as he pulls out slowly. Placing your feet on the ground he waits for you to steady yourself. Fixing your clothes you look over to him as he buckles his belt back on. Draping his blazer over your shoulders he lifts your chin. “Let’s go home, I’ll draw you a nice bath.” Kissing your forehead you wrap your arms around his waist. “That sounds nice.” You say with a smile.
Taking your first step to leave the alleyway Lucifer catches you as you stumble a bit. I guess walking in heels on cobblestone after a particularly aggressive fucking isn’t that easy. Laughing it off you feel his strong arms pick you up. “Here I’ll walk you to the car.” Accepting his offer you rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the car that’s picking you up.. On the drive home you both are relaxed in each other's arms. His fingers draw patterns on your shoulder as he breathes in your shampoo.
Once at the house of Lamentation you and Lucifer went separate ways. Him to the bathroom to run you a bath and you to your room to get unready.
Walking into the dimly lit bathroom the only light coming from the lit tea candles. The bath is filled with steaming water and a mountain of bubbles. The hint of lavender and sage hangs in the air. “I got you a glass of water as well. Do you need help getting in?” Lucifer asks as he helps derobe you. Nodding your head, he hangs your robe  on a hook as you take his hand. Stepping into the bath you sigh at the perfect temperature. Bubbles surrounding you as you sink further into the water. The tension in your muscles drifts away as the water warms you up. Looking over to Lucifer you give him a smile. “Won't you join me?” You ask. Your question tugs the corners of his lips up. His eyes are soft as he begins to strip his body of his clothing. You can’t take your eyes off him as he does. With your gaze locked you can’t help but feel warm all over but this time not from the water. You are washed over with such love for this man. A man that can drive you mad with desire and lust but also make you feel like a schoolgirl with their crush. He can be an animal one minute and a prince the next. While in your thoughts you feel Lucifer step in behind you. Your back against his chest, skin to skin. His arms wrap around your front, you rest your head back on his shoulder. Back in that comfortable silence. Your energies intermingling. Engaged in another act of intimacy, one that's softer but just as passionate. ‘I really do love this man.’
Your thoughts make you laugh. “What are you laughing about?” He asks, placing a light kiss on your head. “Oh nothing. Just thinking about how much I love you.” You look up  to see him smile at your comment. “And how much is that?” He asks playfully. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” You say back, flicking some water in his face. You both get lost in laughter before he pulls you in for a kiss. “I bet if I try hard enough I can get you to tell me.” He says holding your cheek. “We’ll see about that.”
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Golly gosh that was kinda long but also soo freakin old lol idek if its good at this point I read it so many times xD
But I hope you enjoyed it :3 and hopefully unless school doesnt keep kicking me in the face I can slowly keep getting more out 😅
💛 ~
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lesbian-dp · 4 years
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101°F
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
College AU
Words: 1,323
Warnings: Strap on sex, sassiness, standing doggy style sex, wall sex... I’m p sure that's it.
Request: Yes. Hope this is what you wanted anon!
Summary: Where did you come from? Where did you go? Where did you come from, cotton-eyed strap.
Or alternatively.
It’s too hot to wear clothes. And it’s only gonna get hotter.
A/N: I got nothing lol. Hope you guys like this! And remember, I still don’t know how good my smut is.
18+ ONLY.
“Y/N I swear to God!” Natasha yelled.
Blinking your eyes open from your light sleep, you looked towards your closed bedroom door. Where your shared living room was, and consequently Natasha, who was once again pissed at you for reasons you did not know.
Blinking hazily, you got up and stumbled to the door, pulling it open to see Natasha by the sofa.
“What?”
“’What?’,” Natasha repeated, “You are fucking kidding me right now, Y/N.”
Leaning heavily against your doorframe, raising a hand to scratch at your head, you asked, “What’d I do now?”
“Y/N...” Natasha spoke slowly, hoping that would make you understand, however much she highly doubted it would, “Why was a pair of someone’s panties between the couch cushions?”
You smirked, chuckling quietly to yourself. “I don’t think I need to explain. Unless you still need ‘the birds and the bees’ talk.”
“Y/N. Did you really fucking have sex on the couch?”
“Why are you asking me? You already know the answer.”
Natasha groaned aloud, her head leaning back with its force.
But you never learned, did you?
This had been a game going on since you and Natasha had moved in together, in your freshman year of university. And now here you were, in your final year. Still roommates. Still pushing at her buttons, like you had never done it before. It was just that easy to get under the red-heads skin.
“What? Upset that they weren’t yours?”
Sighing hotly, Natasha raised her hands. “Do I really have to teach you manners?” She asked, her frustration for you shining through her like she was glass, “Like, did your parents teach you nothing?”
You laughed at that, bending forward slightly.
“Oh, they taught me a lot of things actually.”
It’s not that you and Natasha weren’t friends, because you were. You were great friends even. You guys just had a knack for little “arguments” like this.
“Like how to get what I want.” You smiled. “And I got to fuck that girl.”
“I think you may be using their lessons in a way they didn’t intend.”
“Meh.” You shrugged. “Potato. Patato.”
Natasha, finally drawing herself away from her frustrated rant, looked at you properly for the first time since she “called” you out there.
“Why are you only wearing shorts?”
She wasn’t wrong.
The only thing that was clad upon your body was a pair of pink, blue, and yellow swim shorts. Nothing else. Not a shirt, t-shirt- Or hell, even socks. Just a pair of shorts, that reached just above your knees.
“Natasha. It is one-hundred and one degrees outside. It is the hottest day this year. If I wear anything more than shorts, I’m gonna melt into a puddle on the floor.”
“And I’ll be left to clean that up, too,” she sassed, with her hands on her hips.
“Yeah, see that’s our relationship, Natasha,” you said, gesturing between you both, with a cocky smile upon your face.
“Y’know, you think you’re funny. But you’re not.”
“I know I’m not.” Natasha looked at you confused. “I’m not funny. I’m hilarious.”
“I’m gonna kill you,” she stated, causing you to burst out laughing, “You can’t even clean up after yourself. How are you gonna live by yourself.”
You shrugged. “Well, I know how to fuck a girl at least.”
There was no verbal reply. But she did roll her eyes at you.
“Want me to show you?” you ask, wiggling your eyebrows.
“There is nothing I want less.”
“Oh, common, Natty.” You walked to the red-head. “Don’t you wanna have a bit of fun?”
“You’re a hornball,” she stated, kicking herself for how breathy her voice sounded, and your smirk at it.
“I can make you love it,” you whispered close to her lips. Pecking them in a gentle, teasing way.
She kissed you back, slightly restrained because you were friends. And she didn’t want to ruin your friendship. But It just felt too good not too.
Natasha’s moans reverberated throughout the apartment, her body rocking up with your powerful thrusts, from where she stood. Tightly holding onto the kitchen doorframe.
“F-U-U-U-Ck,” Natasha stuttered through your thrusts, struggling to get even one word out.
“See.” You smiled breathlessly, hand moving down from where you gripped the top of her hips, to grab at er ass-cheek before you slapped it lightly. “I told you, you would like it.”
“Shut up,” she finally managed to get out, thanks to your slowed down movements. However, they were deeper than ever, making her cry out with every slam of your hips.
God. You really knew what you were doing.
“You should have listened to me,” you continued with your cocky subject.
“Yeah,” she agreed, rubbing her head gently against her arm, “I really should have.”
Natasha’s gasps, and moans picked-up. Quite exponentially in your opinion.
“You good there?” you picked up the pace again, rendering Natasha speechless. Her only reply to you being a quick nod. “You gonna come?” another nod.
“Yeah,” you whispered to yourself.
Your pace got faster and faster, along with Natasha’s increasing throaty moans.
Pushing two of your fingers into her mouth, you groaned when she started sucking on them. Feeling a flood between your legs.
But that’s not what you wanted from her.
Bringing your liked fingers down to Natasha’s core, you rubbed tight circles upon her swollen clit. Making her scream.
“God,” Natasha sighed, once she had come down from her high, “That was so good.”
“Yeah, we’re far from done yet, baby.”
“What?”
Just as she had asked that, in the next second, she let out a surprised squeak. As you used your leverage on her waist to spin her around, so that she would be facing you. Lifting her up, so that she could wrap her legs around your waist.
“I’m not getting out of this alive, am I?” she joked, breathlessly.
“Well, your pussy surely isn’t,” you sassed back.
“God,” Natasha scoffed, it mixed with a small laugh, as she threw her head back at your words, “You’re a cocky-sonofabitch.”
Her smile was soon wiped off, and replaced with cries, thanks to you pushing your strap back into her warm heat, and pounding into her.
“God! Why haven’t we done this before?”
“You were too busy lecturing me,” you sassed, the woman above you.
A slap to your shoulder, made you chuckle slightly.
At the rate you were going, you were sure you would break the wall.
But hey, it would be awesome bragging rights to be able to say, “I fucked a hole through the wall.”
Nails dug into the back of your neck, and the side of your head. When Natasha’s lips weren’t crushed against yours for dear life, she was busy gasping against them. The occasional cry adjoining them.
She was close again. And so soon. You chalked that up to her previous orgasm.
God, your legs were burning. Each thrust up into the beautiful red-head, causing a shock-wave of what you imagined being struck by lightning would feel like.
But it was all worth it. Just to hear Natasha’s cries as she chased her high. She was soon tumbling over, much to your satisfied relief. As you staggered over to the couch and dropped on it. Laying upon her panting chest, humming while she stroked her hand through your hair, and massaged your scalp. All the while coming down from her second high.
You blinked heavily, both as exhausted as the other.
Natasha’s other hand started gliding over your shoulder-blade, and down your back.
Letting out a sigh. She spoke.
“I think it’s safe to say, that our friendship is ruined.”
You chuckled against her soft breast, moving to peer up at her.
“Your right about that.” Suddenly you were hovering above her face, with a smile upon your own. “But hopefully, this is the start of something even better.”
Natasha hummed. “I hope so, too.”
And with Natasha’s hand upon our cheeks. You sealed your hopes off, with a kiss.
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geminijoonie · 4 years
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Take care of you
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Summary: “No I’m a surprise,” you say sounding all sassy and smiling where your cheeks fluff up and you look like a pufferfish and it always gets Namjoon. His eyes are crescents, dimples peeking from his cheeks.
“What would they say if they saw the big bad Kim Namjoon like this?” you ask raising your brow not as good as Namjoon but it gets the job done.
note: Hello, I am back after months with this piece. Feedback is always appreciated! Thank you for reading.
➡Mafia!Namjoon x reader
➡Warnings: 18+, Mentions of sex, reader’s family not letting her eat
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Namjoon hates parties. Sure he’s the CEO, of one of the biggest crime syndicates in the world, the biggest and most feared in South Korea so he could have sent his associates or one of his brothers to attend this party but he was there for a very specific reason. Y O U.
With a frontal name of BigHit Inc., run by the most fearsome mafia BTS behind it, the most fierce crime lords and not by the old fashioned guns and murders way well, that sometimes yes, but mostly financial crimes, stealing money and intellectual property theft done so well they’ve been thriving the last few decades when their fathers, mafia bosses, seven families joined hands together to be sworn allies promising to take down and gain power over the corrupt government. Now run by their sons seven men, most of them educated in Ivy League schools. 5 of them even hold dual degrees, their leader Kim Namjoon or RM even holds a fucking Ph.D. A born genius, his IQ only amplifying his true potential. His members' capabilities, work ethic complimenting the jobs they pull off together as a team. This team was perfect and solid in all ways made to rule. As if fate had brought them together.
The party was boring as usual. All of the crime lords and mafia bosses with their families were here. It reminded Namjoon of the party, similar to this where he first laid his eyes on you. His gaze traveling from the bar section of the huge ballroom towards you at the opposite end where you were forced to make small talk. You stared back at him with the same intensity. Your eyes catching his gaze, latching onto his dragon eyes drowning in those dark orbs that stared at you. You weren’t afraid, not even intimated. No sign of a blush. You weren’t swooning like those other girls. You simply stared back at him equally fierce taking his presence in. Your own doe-like eyes even if not as sharp as his, held enough power to not only draw the attention of the most powerful, eligible bachelor, most feared CEO of an empire himself but also spark something in him. And ever since then your life and these parties have been different. You solely come here to see him. And the same for him. To see you.
What Namjoon and you shared was special. With your family owning amalgamation of big companies, reputable among the mafia bosses and crews it came with lots of curfews for you the heiress to your father. You were an asset. One that would be traded someday. To a man that would be chosen for you, based on his family, money and what value he can derive for your father and his business. And you shall be his dutiful wife, produce an heir and then wait for death inside some mansion. This was your fear. You were disgusted whenever any thoughts of how your future would be like crossed your mind. Amidst all the chaos, uncertainty and lack of control in your own life, you met Namjoon, your Joon. The man changed your entire perspective on love, intimacy and boy he had you pining for him even yearning. But what you didn’t realize is he was yours since he saw you for the first time two months ago.
Namjoon’s at his usual spot. By the bar. Waiting for you. With a drink in his hand. There was no way he could take you on dates given your family. The curfews. And that bullshit about what girls and women can and cannot do. He hated the way women were treated. He was lucky that his father was not as stupid as the others. He made sure that his sister was sent away to Switzerland to study, and live her life the way she wants to like any normal girl. And she was happy and so was his mother who lived in Japan with her own small business, even enjoying life. He hoped one day he can go away somewhere with you. Away from all this. Take you on dates. Hold your hand while he walks next to you. Kiss your cheeks whenever he wanted to. Make you giggle with all the cheesy compliments and then make out till his heart's content. Right now he had to settle for stealing glances in between. Carefully brushing his hand whenever he walked near you. This is all the affection or physical contact he’d get. On a good day, when people at the party would be preoccupied with taking some political party member down or something like that Namjoon would sneak you out to the roof, or to the parking lot inside his car to steal kisses. Heated kisses. Passionate kisses. One where he’d drag your soft lips between his teeth just to hear that moan. Running his hands all over your body while you clutched his torso, held on to his pecs and squeezed his biceps for dear life gasping for air. His plump lips swollen, his shirt buttons open, neck and collarbones littered with hickeys and marks you’d leave every time you had one of your little adventures. Namjoon would give anything to mark you just one small hickey but he couldn’t and he won’t risk your family finding you out. You have stylists and beauty consultants that will scan every inch of your body and he couldn’t afford to get you in trouble. So he holds back and tells himself that he’ll wait for the day, that one day you’ll be his.
All these thoughts suddenly clouding his mind made him feel so empty his forehead sweaty. He decided to step out to the balcony a little disappointed that he’s not seen you yet. He made sure your family was invited. He knows you’ll be there with them as your parents like to show you off like some diamond jewelry piece or an ornament they possess. The thought of you being married to someone else makes Namjoon’s blood boil. And even at these parties the way the other men scan your body, while you’re in your tight-fitting dresses draping your body perfectly makes him want to take his gun out and shoot them all. He looks over to the night sky sighing and drinking his third glass of scotch. Namjoon suddenly feels a pair of hands right above his navel and he’s ready to smack that person but he hears your voice and jolts instead trying to turn.
“Boo!”
“Were you supposed to meet me here?” Namjoon asks with a grin, lifting a brow as if he didn’t just get scared and pulls your wrist around his waist towards his back so he can hug you.
“No I’m a surprise,” you say sounding all sassy and smiling where your cheeks fluff up and you look like a pufferfish and it always gets Namjoon. His eyes are crescents, dimples peeking from his cheeks.
“What would they say if they saw the big bad Kim Namjoon like this?” you ask raising your brow not as good as Namjoon but it gets the job done.
“If I didn’t hear your voice, but only felt hands and if it weren’t you, they’d be dead princess” he responds voice deep and low holding that timber, his the last four words whispered into your ear. His breath making you feel ticklish so you giggle. He looks around to check if any eyes were on him and then, quickly pulls you into a hug. You smell divine as usual. Namjoon dips lower and places his chin near your neck. He loves it. The smell of your perfume, your shampoo combined with your own sweet natural scent. Makes him feel like some kind of animal, primal instincts kicking in and he knows if he keeps his head there he’s a goner. But what he feels now is different than usual. Your body is warmer to his touch. He’s used to how you normally feel. And right now you feel warm, your skin hot when he slots his fingers on your forehead brushing your hair to the side.
“Looks like you’re running a fever are you okay princess?” he asks his voice suddenly all serious, brows furrowed his gaze boring to where his hands meet your skin. You want to say that you’re okay, but you’re not. You feel sore everywhere. Your legs hurt from wearing heels. Your dress is too tight and you’re hating the way it feels all over your body. It’s making you feel uncomfortable. The material just feeling torturous against your feverish skin. You haven’t had proper meals because your family starved you so don’t look bloated for today’s event. They wouldn’t even feed you when you were sick. You threw up twice but they still made you come here. You need an IV probably. You thought you’d text Namjoon but since they were going to make you attend this party anyways might as well be here and get some serotonin from seeing him. You were always trained to say you’re okay. Making yourself seem strong. Your needs were never to be put first. But right now the way Namjoon looks at you, with so much care and concern makes your heart ache so you give in, tell him and you just want to sit down because you don’t know when your dizziness will be back. You want to cry because you’re so annoyed and irritated your brain a mess.
“No” you squeak out. You eyes now glossy and Namjoon’s heart just breaks at that. Only after a few seconds does he realize how your face gives away the exhaustion after he looked at it a little longer. The bags under your eyes can be seen. Even if the concealer did a good job of hiding the dark circles Namjoon can see how truly tired and exhausted you must be feeling. Your cheeks more hollow. Your posture barely making you stand straight or still. Fidgety. Weak. You lean into his arms. Your forehead meets his shoulder. His black blazer feels so soft. You sigh. you want to just stay there. Namjoon carefully pulls you off him while he cups your cheek and tells you that you both should move somewhere more private. You nod and sneak out of the room. Thankfully the party today was at a hotel, one of Seoul’s biggest and Namjoon makes some calls while you’re walking his hands securing you by his side while you make your way out. Namjoon notices how it’s hard for you to match his stride today. Even though the man is 70% legs you usually keep up with him by walking faster or leaping. But today you’re barely able to keep up with his slowest smallest strides. You walk for what feels like an hour but it’s just been two minutes. You’re back at the reception lobby and you see someone guide you and Namjoon to the elevator. The next thing you know you’re in a hotel room.
Namjoon leads you towards the bed once you’re in the room and the door is locked. A few seconds later you hear rustling and you know they’re the guards placed outside the door for security. You sit on the bed your legs finally catching a break from carrying you and the stupid dress around with those stupid heels. You loved wearing heels but not today sis. In your hazy state you try to pull them off only that you forgot to remove the strap first through the small metal buckle. The dress making it a struggle to bend over and reach for the straps. Namjoon sees your struggle and can’t help but let out a small giggle. You look up at him with those doe eyes, confused and there it goes his heart sinks again. He makes way his towards you, leans down on both his knees. He gently takes your right foot into his palm and with the other hand makes quick work to get you out of your heels. Within seconds he was able to accomplish what you were trying so hard to do. And with one of your problems gone, you just fall back onto the plush bed all grace forgotten. Once the head hits the soft cloud-like mattress you let out a sigh of happiness and then a groan. Your feet are still hanging downwards to the floor, your back was on the bed arched so you can rest your head down. But more comfortable than standing or walking right now but you’ll take it. Too tired to move you give up fatigue finally settling in.
“Move up sweetheart you’ll hurt your back” you hear Namjoon say but you have no energy. You don’t even respond sleep already taking over you. Especially now that you were safe, away from those eyes, your parents probably thought you’ll be talking to some guy impressing someone but little did they know you’d be here a few floors above the party with Joon. You don’t know what to call your little arrangement or these little sneaking out sessions are. You don’t know what Namjoon is to you. The two of you haven’t talked about it. It’s weird because you’ve talked about fate, why Namjoon hates seafood and how much you love the rain, the fraud patterns in his business but never about what Namjoon is to you. Not that you need a label, and not that maybe calling him your boyfriend would be a label like that, you’d actually like it. All you know is Namjoon likes you, for sure I mean he wouldn’t be kissing you like a starved man, you shoving your tongue down his throat or else. You know you love him but you don’t know if he loves you yet. It’s too much to ask for. Given the circumstances. You’re just glad you found him. And whatever moments you’ll get to share you’ll cherish them now and forever. You start thinking about all these moments while sleep pulled you in completely and you don’t hear Namjoon call your name again. You don’t hear him trying to wake you up. You don’t feel his hands cupping your cheek. You sure as hell don’t even feel his lips peck yours which is the first time in a while now. You don’t feel him undo some buttons and zips to get you off that dress. You don’t even feel the way he tucks you in.
All you now know is you wake up in a blanket nest. Soft blankets against your cheek, your hands, your legs. You sigh at this feeling smiling to yourself. You’re moving and stretching. Feeling like a new person. You’re fully awake now even though you haven’t opened your eyes and that’s when you hear him
“Can you hear me now sleepy head?” you know he’s only teasing you but you pout before opening your eyes to see him at the other side of the room with an amused smile.
“New person who dis” you reply only making him laugh. Namjoon’s shirtless. He’s wearing his dress pants, his blazer hung at the corner neatly next to your dress. And that’s when you realize you’re wearing his shirt while you napped.
“What time is it” you ask yawning. and when Namjoon says you register you’ve napped for three full hours. He makes his way towards you. He slowly climbs on the bed stretching his arm out for you and you waste no time in jumping to his embrace with your new-found energy. Namjoons smiling at that. He can never get used to how perfectly you fit against him. He’s the one sighing in comfort now. Sometimes Namjoon can’t tell if you know that he loves you or not. The way you make him feel. The way you make him crave your heart.
You peek up from his shoulder to look at him, his eyes never leaving you.
“Hi” you whisper smiling at him
“Hii” he replies back matching your hushed tone dimples on display and you can’t help but poke them. From here you can see how versatile Namjoon is. His expressions outside the usual are deadly. His sharp dragon eyes, jutted jaw, furrowed brows he looks dangerous and lethal. But now all you see is a soft dimpled giant with the cutest button nose and crescent eyes. His eyes hold so much warmth.
He gently cards fingers through your hair asking if your feeling better to which you nod. You reach up to peck his lips. And once you slot your lips onto his plush and soft ones you want more. You move your hand to the back of his head lightly carding your fingers through his hair spurring him on. Namjoon takes this incentive and slots his lips back to yours. You look so damn good in his shirt and now his mind is going crazy. Thoughts racing. He tilts your head so he can angle himself better. Little sucks and swipes of his tongue against your lips and mouth have your knees weak. He knows how to claim his jackpot already knows what makes you react and what you like. One hand reached down to knead your ass. You moan against his mouth breathless as you take him in. Lips swollen, luscious and glossy. Your eyes are unrelenting. And he decided it is at this moment, he has to tell you. He fears the worst will happen. That you’ll say no. And he might never get to see you again. Ever. But the way your body molds in his arms, the way you only always react to him, the way you make his heart always beat faster.
“Y/N I really re-really like you”  there it was. That slight stutter. To Namjoon each second felt like a minute now but your eyes become wide and yoU smile a million-watt smile a second later. His hopes are back up. A warm feeling in his chest. Like a lightbulb inside him was lit. You can see him glowing. Now that the weight of his worries is halved. You cup his cheeks. And he thaws in your affection.
“I like you too Joon” you say voice barely above a whisper. You feel like a teenager confessing to her crush. You cheeks are painted red and Namjoon hasn’t seen a beautiful sight before. And now it’s actually your turn to get something off your chest.
“Heck I might even love you Kim Namjoon what are you doing to me” you say before you can think more and it has Namjoon visibly gasping and he pulls you in for another kiss. This time softer. Truly holding you against him. The way you belong to him. And the way he belongs to you. No more unsaid words. No more doubts.
“fuck baby girl be mine I love you too” he whispers inbetween kisses. You want to say something back but his lips are back on yours, molding them, tongue exploring. Leaving kisses at the corner of your mouth. On your chin. Your jaw. Slowly making its way down to your neck. You’re already so far gone you’re a whiny mess. Your body jolting backwards each time his lips touch the skin on your neck. fuck, you were so sensitive and that had his mind filled with filth. Moans dripping when he sucks and licks so gently. Your hand on his pecs, gripping his biceps or at the nape of his neck. Gentle touches, gets him so riled up and you know it. Moments with you like this lets him break his facade. Dive into his desires.
“So sensitive for me” Namjoon mutters to himself continuing his ministrations. One hand at the back supporting you, holding you strong. Another rubbing circles at your stomach for a few seconds, then holding you by the shoulder the next few seconds or groping your breasts softly making you whimper and suck in breaths.
Only when he slips his hand under his shirt on you does he realize the added warmth to your skin is from your fever reminding him of exhausted state and whatever you have going on will only make it worse if you don’t get to rest. Namjoon feels how flaccid and sunken your tummy feels. Not the way it usually does. He can easily notice all the inches you’ve lost. And suddenly there’s a change of energy.
“Those assholes, fuck princess let me take care of you” he says letting you go. His eyes have already changed. The hurt and anger you could see in them made a shiver run up your spine. You can never get used to his eyes. The anger he is actually capable of. He’s always so kind, gentle and sweet to you but that’s just one side. Within minutes there’s food at your room. Everything that you like is here. Gimbap but with extra cheese. Kimchi-jigae with egg-fried rice rather than normal rice because you like it that way and even some dessert. This man really put in everything he knew about you. You looked at him with so much adoration it only made his face turn red while he looked down and scratched the back of his head. Kim Namjoon was shy right now all dimples and smiling. You giggled and pulled him towards you so the two of you can enjoy this meal. You don’t know when your phone will start blowing up. You don’t know when you’ll have to leave, go away from Joon, his warmth, his comfort and his solace. So you take in this moment with everything it has to offer. Grateful that even the few minutes you spent awake with this man made you feel loved to the extent where you're always at a loss of words.  
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deripmaver · 3 years
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4 5 6 for ALL OF THE CaPri FANFICS
LKSJMDHGVLKSJ ALL OF THEM???
4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? 5: What part was hardest to write? 6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?
Ink On Paper (tongue fic) 4. lmfaoooooooo there isn't a whole lot of dialogue in this one oop-
Laurent nodded. The wax softened as he pressed his hand into it, erasing his previous message. Soft, warm, melting under his touch. He wrote again, I need someone who is not afraid to read out the insults I make towards the idiots at court. You have been fired, Damianos.
i guess it technically counts lmfao. i just wanted to show laurent post-trauma still able to make jokes and snipe at his husband so it wasnt all doom and gloom 5. i'm not sure exactly what "hardest to write" here means because like... a lot of these fic have serious gore or otherwise upsetting content, but both emotionally and actually writing wise i find that kind of thing actually pretty easy to write hahahaha. i think i got stuck with the chronology and the decision to make it non-linear made it flow a lot better. for the record writing laurent getting raped and then having his tongue cut out was actually very easy to write, i think i got it out in basically one go. #cancelme the more fucked up and intense the easier i find to nyoom through it 6. my first ever fic in the capri fandom!!!! hehehehhehehe <333333 Level Of Concern (plan B fic) 4.
Before Nicaise could say anything, Laurent spat, “Does he know you had your first heat?”
SURPRISE nic was the one who was pregnant the whole time!!!!!!! 5. this one i banged out REALLY quickly so i cant think of anything here 6. capri omegaverse!!!!!!! i wish there was more of this 🥺🥺🥺 Like Me (what if Auguste was also abused fic) 4. ******CW INCEST MENTION CW ABUSE MENTION******
“Your brother’s stuck his dick in every single member of your family,” Auguste spat out, laughing, crying, and so miserable he thought his heart would stop. His voice rose again, and he felt something burst from him as he screamed for the whole world to hear, “Did you know that? Did you, huh papa? Did he fuck you too?”
dude this line is so fucked up lmfao but i enjoyed writing it so much. actually this entire scene where auguste is having his breakdown was really intense to write and im really pleased with how it came out OR
Auguste grabbed him suddenly, looking up into his grief-stricken face desperately. “Please, Laurent,” he pleaded, voice breaking. “Please. Don’t let him end up like me.”
i felt entirely too clever with this line lmfao. i was like ~ooooohhhhh title drop~ im so dumb 5. i just remember this one like. dragged on for some time. i couldnt figure out what to do with it, how to get everything to coalesce around the final reveal about auguste 6. plot twist!!!!!!! plus auguste angst. i really enjoyed this one, i wrote it after watching the movie Spotlight which is one of my all time faves Softly, Gently 4.
“My King has been overexerting himself again, I presume?” Paschal sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile. “When have I ever done that?” Laurent cocked his head to the side, a wry smile on his face.
hehehehe sassy laurent my beloved <33333 5. honestly im just going to skip this one from now on lskjghmvlksjhglkvsjhdl i just get "stuck" sometimes without rhyme or reason and its usually on boring stuff, but then i cant remember later. the hardest part for me is when my dumb fucking adhd brain wont let me focus on writing but once i overcome that its usually pretty smooth sailing 6. horny omegaverse.................... my beloved............... giving men vaginas for horny reasons my beloved......................... Water of Life (birth fic)
“Do you want to hold him?” Erasmus breathed, eyes glassy. The baby cried, Erasmus bouncing him tenderly in those sunkissed arms. He looked apologetic. “Only for a moment, it’s not quite over yet.” A playful smile danced on Erasmus’ lips, and he brushed away a slick, damp curl from the wailing baby’s head. “A head this big, he certainly takes after Exalted.”
a cute, fun lil line in the sea of horrible angst lmfao ORRRRRR
Erasmus knelt before Damen, before Laurent. He said, “Exalted… Can you command his Highness to push?” Damen froze. “Do you mean…?” Erasmus nodded. “Alpha command.” Damen’s expression crumpled. He said, in a voice that shattered Erasmus’ heart, “I can’t. I can’t do that to him.” Erasmus licked his lips. “Exalted, in this state, he can’t push. His contractions are weaker. He’ll-” “I can’t,” Damen cried, clinging to Laurent’s limp body like a lifeline. “He’d… He’d never forgive me.”
damen is so sweet........ he loves laurent so much...... ORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
He stopped at the doorframe, turning to face Laurent with tears in his eyes, and whispered, “How long does it take, your Highness?” Laurent, shocked enough to respond, hissed, “What?” “I still wake up in the middle of the night thinking of it,” Erasmus said, voice thick in his throat, tears burning at his eyes. “How long until it’s over?”
real sad hours if u up click like. i love erasmus and laurent bonding over their shared trauma <33333333333333333333 laurent and erasmus friendship propaganda 24-fucking-7 bay bee!!!!! 6. unironically this is one of my fav fic ive ever written skdljmfhgvlksjdhflmgkvjshldkjfghvmls call the midwife is one of my favorite shows and writing this made me look at birth as something visceral and possibly horrible and traumatic. i wanna write more fucked up birth scenes, SO MANY MORE. ridley scott knew what he was doing Sandalwood (erasmus/kallias my sweet boys i love u so much) 4.
“I do,” Erasmus breathes, ducking his head, flushed as though embarrassed. “In the gardens, the perfume from the orange trees all around us on those summer nights.” Kallias smiles behind him – Erasmus knows his body so intimately he can feel it in how Kallias’ posture changes, though he can’t see the soft turn of his lips. “The scent was so cloying I thought it would drive me mad. It made me want to kiss you senseless.” Erasmus laughs, breathlessly, imagining the warm heat of Kallias’ mouth against his. “Don’t blame that on the orange trees, dear one.”
beloved..................... im weeping.......... 6. these two make me fuckign CRY ON THE REG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH MY SWEET BOYS YOU DESERVE THE WORLD- Wisps of Smoke******************* (lauguste fic) 4. ***CW EXPLICIT INCEST*** (i mean....... obviously lmfao)
“Call me what I like,” Auguste growled against his ear. “You know what I like.” He did. Laurent did. He knew everything Auguste liked – the slow flick of Laurent’s tongue on the underside of his cock, that tender spot behind his earlobe, the way Laurent’s thighs looked straddled atop him like his horse – and this. “Brother,” Laurent gasped, desperate, “Brother, please, harder. Harder.”
i wanted the incest to be explicitly part of the kink here lmfaoooooo 6. hehehehehehehhehehehhehe lauguste................... i need to write more of u But I Love It (laurent is allergic to latex fic) 4.
“Laurent,” Auguste said, voice high in warning. Laurent braced himself, stiffening visibly. With what seemed to be monumental effort, Auguste continued, “You know, Laurent. I’m proud of you.”
IM A SOFT BITCH OK???????????????? auguste is PROUD of his baby bro for overcoming his sexual trauma and getting that fat dick 6. SLJHVDLMKJDHGVLK PEOPLE FUCKING LOVED THIS FIC i tried to be funny and i think it worked. plus some softe bits thrown in. i also kind of see lots of humor fic where its a no abuse au, but i wanted to write something comedic where the regent still. existed u kno????? anyways hahahahha i dont think i can write anything like this again but im glad y'all liked it Is It Cold In The Water (slice of life fic) 4.
Laurent opens his mouth to say something cheeky, but instead, what comes out is: “Do you think Aimeric had the right idea?” Damen is quiet for so long, gaze serious and framed with his long, dark lashes, that Laurent wonders if he’d spoken aloud at all – and when he’s sure he had, he realizes Damen had remembered Aimeric after all. When he speaks again, the sleep is gone from his voice. “Laurent,” Damen says carefully, as though approaching a spooked horse, “Is something wrong?”
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 soft,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 6. ruby likes this fic lskjdvhmflgksfjdhmvglkjsdhflkvgmjhlekjfhdvlgskjfhv im a SIMP- The Devil's Got Nothing On Me (AIMERIC FIC LEGGOOOO) 4. there are lots of lil nuggets in here!!!!
Aimeric blinks, and all he can think is, you knew? He says, "I – I just." "I am a patient man," Guion breathes, "I support everyone in my household. Everyone. But Aimeric, you are truly testing my patience. Your mother came to me in tears, begging me to find you. Look at what you did to her! There was nothing I could say until we found you!" "I'm sorry," Aimeric whispers, looking at Loyse, "I'm-" "Look at me," Guion roars.
this conversation was inspired by a very miserable encounter with my boss lmfao. fuck that guy and fuck guion
The regent, blue eyes sparkling - and Aimeric has never thought eyes could look just like a summer sky until now - says to Guion but really to Aimeric, "I was thinking I could take little Aimeric riding tomorrow. Just the two of us." Loyse says, before Guion can speak, voice trembling with relief, "I think that's a wonderful idea, your Highness."
~dramatic irony~ lmfaoooooooooo. WE know of course that this is a bad thing, but it's always fun to have characters make bad choices that they have no idea are bad. i also did this briefly in "Like Me" with auguste's ex wife taking nicaise to church because she was so overwhelmed at home and he offered to help. of course, the regent is always happy to help out. evil evil evil
"-was worried it might be difficult for him." A soft, lilting laugh. The guards had said the regent was in the library, and then there is Guion, right there with him. Aimeric is suddenly angry, not sure why his father is with the regent, who is his and no one else's. The regent responds, "I daresay it's been perfectly easy. It seems you've done most of the work already."
i wanted to highlight the fact that it was aimeric's neglect that lead him to the regent in the first place. hence "youve done most of the work already" - guion by ignoring and neglecting aimeric created the perfect environment for the regent to sweep in and take advantage. like leaving food out btwn 40-140 F is a perfect breeding ground for bacteria LOL. the books touch on that but i wanted to make it explicit
He is so, so ashamed. It's unbearable, the thought of her kind eyes, the way she cried for him, the way he pushed her away. Before he'd left to join the prince's guard, she had taken his hand, kissed it, and said in a voice fragile as glass, "It's been such a long time since I've seen you smile like that," but in that moment he could think only of the regent's letter warm in his pocket.
6. honestly i know ive sounded super conceited this whole time but i kind of tear up whenever i read through the end of the fic lmfao. aimeric is just so fucking depressing as a character and i love that i really got to explore that in this fic. he really didnt have anyone, did he????? he's like a tragic greek character where you just watch him stumbling towards his inevitable end and it hurts the whole time. its even worse on the reread ANYWAYYYYYYY thats it. thanks so much for the ask anon!!!!!!! feel free to send me more!!!
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crushzone · 3 years
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Nin! I’ve been seeing this around recently, but I would love to see you ship your moots if it is ok! ♥️
Hahaha hey there, sure thing! It’s so difficult to be bias free because I know my moots’ crushes, but I shall do my best! I’ll mostly likely pair you guys with someone outside of your crush, just to introduce some new potential partner to your life ;). If I had left anyone out by accident, I am SO sorry!!
✨ Shipping my Moots ✨
@scorpiosanssexy
Sugawara Koshi - Lil sis, I am so sorry it is not Kei. I think Suga is absolutely hilarious and a sweetheart, I’m sure he loves it when you roast him here and there because he’d do the same right back at you. He’s also such a sassy man, so if sassiness is something you enjoy (*cough* like Kei’s, except he’s not a meanie 😠), he’s got it! If you do not know how to cook, neither does he, but you will get to suffer together. He’s also a teacher (which I know is also your thing), so let’s pretend he had to read so many books that he has to eventually get glasses! Will 100% dance real silly with you when you’re both tipsy, but please try to calm him down when he keeps getting ID’ed whenever he tries to buy booze, he’s got that forever cute baby face.
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Look, I photoshopped him in glasses for u. ☝🏼
@ceo-of-daichi
Takeru Nakashima - Tbh, it was really difficult not to go with Daichi for this one. I know Takeru may not suit your appearance preferences, but I think you guys would be a very adorable pair! He is very family oriented, had grown up with a bunch of siblings, is a team captain (i know u like captains 😉), and seems like a sweet guy in general. So he will 100% be a fun pal to joke around with, but he’s also really responsible and will take care of u on your night outs. I can see you with his little family cheer squad, they are all just in love with you and consider you a part of their family. 10/10 husband material with that A+ domestic lifestyle.
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@honey-makki
Saeko Tanaka - I shall pair you, my queen, with my other queen, Saeko. 👑 Together, you are unstoppable, and just the sight of you both hanging out together would make me run away because I tend to do that whenever I am near anyone attractive. Imagine Saeko picking you up on her motorbike just to go grab some dinner downtown together. All the jokes you’d share, how loudly you would laugh with each other, regardless if whether you are in a public or private place!! She’d probably help you proof read your fics and brainstorm any spicy scenarios with you too! Bet she loveees having you lay on her chest as she strokes your hair, alternatively, she also loves being your big spoon. 🥺
@heauxzenji
Kuroo Tetsuro - My other queen, I shall offer you my nerdy king, Kuroo. 👑 Idk man, appearance-wise alone, I already think you’d both be such a beautiful pair. You two are definitely the type of couples on Tik Tok (or whichever apps people use now a days LOL 👵🏻) with a bunch of “relationship goals” in the comments. He’d be a lot of fun to joke around with, will take great care of you, loves to smack your booty (respectfully) because he knows you are absolutely beautiful, and will call you the cutest nicknames. He also secretly reads your spicy fics without telling you, and will maybe try out a new thing or two from it the next time u guys baaaaang. 💥Spiciness aside, he cherishes all your quiet moments, just sitting next to each other as you sip on some tea, your books in hand as you lean shoulder to shoulder against one another.
@tedwardos
Azumane Asahi - idk, I think you both would be incredibly adorable! He is basically kind of like Yams but with a whee bit more softness. He absolutely loves to cuddle, play video games with you (but please go easy on him, he’s a little scared of certain games), and learn new things (e.g. playing DnD for the first time). Tbh, I think he would be great at DnD because he enjoys the imagination and character design aspect, bet his characters are always the best dressed one. Will help style your hair, cook you breakfast, give you shoulder massages, and just spoiling you in general, as long as you hold him close and tell him you love him every now and then to keep him well assured. You’ll never get cold during winter, he’s basically a human furnace who always make sure your feet are covered by the blanket when you cuddle on the couch.
@nonexistent-social-life-mainacct
Akaashi Keiji - I genuinely think this would be a wonderful match. Firstly, he is a wonderful listener, so he’s there for you to come home to after a tough day at work. If it is not something he can actually help you with, he will do his best to cheer you back up after you had gotten everything off your chest. Secondly, look at this 👇🏼
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Girl, he will PROTECT you from all those mysterious bruises that tend to appear on your legs haha. Lastly, I know that when he loves someone, he will do all these adorably thoughtful things for you: like massaging your feet, leaving you cute post-it notes before he leaves for work and buying you flowers randomly. I just, I just want the best for u and I KNOW Akaashi will not disappoint at all.
@mer92
Tadashi Yamaguchi - ok hear me out! Baby boy had been crushing on you from a distance for the longest time, he just absolutely admires how you are so hardworking and passionate towards your dream job. He sees how much you care for your friends and he’d always wished he could be a part of your group too. Eventually, when you are both together, he is a wonderful listener, will go out of his ways to spoil you just to see you smile again. He will give you shoulder massages when you are being too tense, and if anyone gets in the way of achieving your goals, he will step up and defend you. Will also buy extra onigiris from Onigiri Miya and bring them to u for lunch, just to make sure that you don’t accidentally skip any meals because you’re too laser focused on your studies! Speaking of studying, he loves studying with you, and is actually a wonderful work buddy. (Always sneaks a glance at your adorable concentrated face)
@danibby
Kotaro Bokuto - Bokuto ADORES you with all his heart omg. When he catches you dancing or choreographing, he will straight up sway or beg you to teach him some moves, before proceeding to absolutely crush it. If he sees you trying out or applying some makeup/skincare products, he will ask you if he could watch or play with it too. Basically, he loves you so much, he just wants to understand and be a part of what you are doing, while he’ll also do the same where he’d teach you the little things he loves to do (will probably try to get you to play volleyball with him ahah). Is fantastic at cheering you up when you are not feeling too good about yourself, and will tickle fight you until you smile for him. Speaking of tickle fights, initiate it at your risk, because he is hella strong, he’ll pin you down or pick you up really easily to his advantage. BIGGEST HYPE MAN, you can walk out, wearing a trash bag and he would still be 😻😻😻.
@shhhlikeme
Aran Ojiro - I know I’m not being too original with this pairing because you actually crush on him to begin with, but you two are just perfect for each other tbh (was going to pick Toshi at first, but thought Aran would be a better fit)! Firstly, you are both absolutely S T U N N I N G ✨, I would be SO intimidated to come anywhere near this power couple. Secondly, you’re both so diligent, kind, and smart, everyone looks up to the two of you, wishing they could be you (Keep wishing, peeps 💅🏼) . Lastly, he seems like an absolute sweetheart, loveeeeees to spoil you with random hugs, kisses, and gifts, and will joke around with you a lot. He’ll find any way he could show you off to his friends, and they’d all be so jealous. It is nice to know that you can always lean on him if you ever have to, and he knows he could do the same with you. Bet your family absolutely LOVES him too, 100% the kind of guy you would want to bring home.
@bjbex​
Yu Nishinoya - Noya is IN LOVE with you, he thinks you are freaking beautiful, is a hottie, and basically his queen. He’d keep crushing on you until you finally give him a chance. When you are together, he’d do anything to please you, ultimately, he just wants to see you smile and happy all the time. He’ll crack some jokes and be a little goof just to cheer you up! Also wants you to freaking DOMINATE him hahahah, trusts you completely, please do as you would like, he’s all yours. Loves getting his lil booty smacked and pegged, but is also always down to pleasure you. Just grab him by his hair (loves getting his hair pulled) and put him in any position you want him.
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Will pull some “accident” like this often, so please prepare yourself. Will travel the world with you and take a ton of photos, then proceed to set photos of you as his wallpaper/lock screen on every device.☝🏼
@dymphnasprose
Tendou Satori - Tendou ADORES YOU, for real, he freaking ADORES you (But I adore you more, so he can back down 🤚). He loves to be your little spoon (will literary purr if you give him head rubs), boasts about you to his friends all the time (especially to Toshi), likes to endearingly tease you a lot, and will cook you some nice food all the time (he probably went to culinary school, after all, to become a chocolatier). The first thing he does when he gets back home from work? Hunt you down and immediately cling on to you as he pepper kisses all over your face with that oWo face, if ya know what I mean. Also LOVES to get freaky, this man is flexible, he just loves being intimate with ya, so tell him what you want to do and he will most likely be down to at least give it a shot. ;) Also loves to randomly buy you some cute clothes or jewelry you had been eyeing, he doesn’t do it often, but he’ll spoil you with it here and there when he can. Loves to sing random songs for you, “Dymph-nuhhh, Dymph-nuhhh, my darlin, Dymph-nuhhh~~”
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@pleasantanathema
Akiteru Tsukishima - Let me start off by saying that I am absolutely in love with Akiteru, and because I love him so much, I shall pair him with you! Lauren, I am in love with you from the very first moment you’ve hit me up, I feel like our vibes match and because I feel the same way with Akiteru, I believe he would really vibe with you too! He’s an absolute sweetheart who will go out of his ways just to make you happy, you’d both spend hours chit chatting about the most random things, just giggling constantly, and before you know it, it’s already really late at night. He LOVES taking photos of you, and his phone is filled with photos of the two of you. Kei doesn’t really care much about you, but Akiteru will keep bringing you up in conversations with him anyway because he’s just extremely grateful to have you in his life.
@afictionalwhore
Ittetsu Takeda - Listen, as much as I believe Keishin is the perfect man for us you, Takeda is another husband material, adorable man who would also be just as perfect.
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LOOK AT HIM REALIZING THAT HE IS IN LOVE WITH U. Also Keishin looking like a snacc right next to him, but this post is not about him mmkay?
Takeda is so weak for you, he’ll spoil you rotten where he can, and his affection bank is unlimited, will constantly remind you that he loves you. He’s also really shy, so sometimes, he’ll try to be “sexy” and initiate something, only to stutter and blush terribly when he attempts to execute it, so please be kind HAHA (I think find that really endearing tbh). Fully understands how tiring it can be to work with children, he is also a teacher after all, so at the end of each day, you’ll both take warm baths together, cuddling as you laugh about all the silly things your kids had done today. Sometimes he will help substitute for you too, if you ever need to take a day off.
I’m very proud of this list, ngl, I stand by my ships 😉
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Never felt so good to be so wrong (enemies to lovers) - Dick Grayson Imagine
pairing:Dick Grayson x Titan!Reader
request: “heeey honey, can you do one like enemies to lovers with 5 and 50? i love u girl, you and your write are perfect 🤧”
prompts: 5. “What are we fighting for?"
50. “Why are you in my bed?” ‘It’s actually my bed…”
notes: @jurassicpzrk​ i hope you like it, lovely gurl, i’m sorry i took so long, i was trying to do my best. xxxxx<3
notes²: thank you to my girls, without your support i wouldn’t do this. @incorrect-titans-quotes @donnatr0y​ @wintercapilson​
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“I still can’t believe we finally did it” Dick said putting his arms behind his head and your eyes drifted towards his arms admiring him. You chastised yourself, you weren’t supposed to think things like this since you both didn’t get along that well
“After many tries, we got her. Nothing could be better than this.” it was the first time in years in which you and Dick would actually talk instead of barking at each other.
The group sat together in the living room to celebrate Poison Ivy’s imprisonment. 
“We’d have done it sooner if we had followed my plan since the beginning but that’s okay” you said with a smirk, pushing his buttons, knowing that he was going to respond to your little snarky comments.
“I think you trust yourself way more than you should” he said taking a sip of his beer.
“What do you mean, Grayson?” you told him
“I mean that I am the leader for a reason, and the plan went just the way it needed to be. My way” he said with his usually tone of superiority that he loved to use with you  knowing how much you hated it.
“Now i remembered why i hate you so much.” you said  getting close to his face “Fuck you and your leadership” you finished the sentence with poison in your words.
“What are we fighting for?”  Dick asked you trying to understand the purpose of all of this. “We won, our plans complemented each other and we got her, that’s what matters.” you listened to him and even thought he annoyed you he had a point. Today was for celebrating.
“I offer you a truce.” He said not waiting for you to answer, you raised your eyebrows not believing him completely “Just for today, let’s ignore the fact that we hate each other and let’s celebrate.”
“I’ll think about it, and maybe if you weren’t such an ass” you mocked him “it wouldn’t be an impossible mission.” you said and left to get another beer.
--
You made your way to the kitchen and you didn’t notice that Donna was right behind you.
You were getting a beer when you heard her voice next to you:
“So...did I just witness you and Dick actually get along for once?” she asked.
“i think you're hallucinating, you know how much i hate him.” You said not very convinced anymore. You couldn’t even remember why it all started to be honest.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night” she replied taking a sip of his beer not believing you for a second.
--
“Here” you handed Dick another beer “I’ll take your truce, but only tonight” you half smiled at him and sat by his side.
He smiled at you and accepted the beer, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or what but Dick’s lips looked so kissable, you took a sip of your beer hoping that he hadn’t noticed you looking at his mouth.  “Tomorrow we can go back to normal” he said and you agreed. It wouldn’t hurt to try, right?
You looked at the other side of the room when you saw Hank dancing ula-ula with Dawn, and the woman wouldn’t stop laughing. The beers were definitely making effect.
“Oh my god” you said stifling a laugh and Dick also looked at his friend’s direction and burst out laughing. The moment was good and you welcomed it without reluctance; all the fighting and the nagging were now forgotten and you were just two adults having a good time with your friends.
When you looked back at Dick, you saw the boy already starting at you. 
You were too high to believe he was looking at you in purpose, maybe you were just drunk. But he knew it was very much in purpose, because in this moment he wasn’t that capable of hiding his true feelings for you like he did everyday. 
“Dick, come here,  it’s your time to play out limbo with me!” Kory called Dick whining for his attention and you quietly rolled your eyes, Dawn held the rope along with Hank and everyone laughed when Gar couldn’t pass through it. 
You looked at Kory and Dick laughing together and you felt something weird, you tried to fight it, but you knew that feeling and it was jealousy but he wasn’t yours, you actually hated him and it didn’t make any sense.
 “You don’t fool me” you heard Donna’s voice and it seemed that she had appeared from out of nowhere.
“What?” you asked, after taking your eyes off of Dick and Kory.
“Dick. You’re in too deep.” 
“Shut up. You’re not playing with them?”  you asked her, trying to change the subject quickly but this didn’t go unnoticed by Donna.
“Oh no, i’m not drunk enough to do that” she replied finishing her drink and leaving you alone with your thoughts.
She was right, you were in too deep. You hated yourself for that. First: he hated you and you had to pretend to feel the same way. Whenever you met, you argued. You even liked it, seeing his face whenever his plans or decisions were questioned by you, but deep down, you knew he was not that  arrogant; you knew how many qualities he had although it was hard to admit. 
You sat far away from Kory and him, because it became too much to see the two always together getting along so well.
Across the room Dick had the exact same thoughts. He felt bad about being with Kory, thinking about someone else the person who hated him: you. Despite Kory being an amazing woman, it was impossible for him to see her as something else. She was not you.
You were immerse in your own thoughts when he appear by your side.
“Here” he said handing you a shot of tequila, taking the now lukewarm beer out of your hands.
“Are you trying to get me drunk Grayson?” you smirked.
“No, i’m just trying to see if you can be nicer with this.” 
“Fuck you, Grayson” you both smiled and took the tequila, the liquid went down burning your throat.
 “Ready for another?” he asked you.
“You need to calm down, I could barely swallow that and you want me to take another one? Do you wanna kill me?” you told him laughing. Shit, he was making you laugh.
“What? Why the hell would I do that?” Dick asked pretending to feel disappointed.
“Because you hate me?” you answered him.
Dick laughed.“Is that what you think?” He shook his head. “You’re an arrogant twat and you’re annoying as hell, but I don’t hate you.”
“Yeah well, is not going to work the other way around though. i still hate you.” You told him getting closer.
“Yeah, and why?” he asked, confronting you.
“Because you’re an ass and you think that you’re the last coca cola in the world, which is not true.” you answered being sassy.
“Right.” he said getting dangerously closer to your face “But i’ll make you a drink anyways. No hard feelings, you know?” he said with charming smile.
“Should I trust you to make me a drink, Grayson?” you asked him not very sure of that.
“You should” he said and you both went to the bar.
“it’s probably going to be the worst drink i've ever had anyways.” you mocked him.
“Just wait and se Y/LN, just wait and see” he said radiating confidence. 
Dick put a lot of things in the cup and started to mix the ingredients. You could only stared at the man in front of you. Since when was Dick so nice? You decided to stop asking questions, and just enjoy the moment. Dick poured the contents into an ornate glass.
 He cut a lemon and placed it on the rim of the glass.
 “The best drink you will ever drink” Dick said, extending the drink to you. You looked fearfully at the glass. 
“Come on, try it” He encouraged. You looked again at the drink, closed your eyes, and drank. 
The drink was sweet, and bitter. Hot and cold, all at the same time. You could hardly tell the taste of alcohol. It was good. 
“Wow Richard” you smiled “It's actually pretty good” Dick smiled with satisfaction. That fucking confident smile that used to get you so mad, now you just got all hot and bothered
“Do you want to know what’s the name of that drink?” He asked, looking extremely serious.
You didn't understand the question, but you smirked. You didn't understood Dick's sudden seriousness.
“What’s its name?” You asked. Dick moved closer to you.
“Kiss Me.”  You didn't know if he meant it, or if it was just the name of the drink. 
His seriousness proved the first option. Without thinking twice, You pressed your lips to Dick's, who immediately hugged you tightly. 
Depending on Dick's reaction, she could blame the drink. But his reaction was not one to complain about.
 He pressed your bodies impossible closer, and kissed you as if the world was going to end. His hands lightly tugged on your hair. 
They didn't think, they didn't know how they would look when they broke the kiss. In fact, neither of them wanted to leave that kiss so soon. 
They both waited years for this, and didn't want it to end anytime soon. Dick bit your lower lip and broke the kiss.
Both with incredibly red lips.  Dick started giving you small kisses on your neck. He was intoxicated by your perfume. You shivered with each touch of the boy. You never wanted that night to end.
Still hugging you, Dick looked deep into your eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. He had no idea what to say. You put your arms around his neck to hear his voice finally say:
“I think we should go somewhere else” he said with a hoarse voice that made you forget about everything, about who you were about who he was, the sexual tension that was established was palpable.
“yeah” you breath out as led you to his bedroom.
--
He opened the door without breaking the kiss, he didn’t want to take the risk of letting you go, making you realize that you still hated him for some reason. He closed the door behind him with his free hand while the other held your waist.
I feel like a hero
And you're my heroine
Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?
You both could still hear the music coming from the living room as your teammates went crazy and drank like there was no tomorrow. It was Hero/Heroine from Boys like girls. It didn’t matter anyways, because you both were now on your own worlds.
And I feel a weakness coming on
Never felt so good to be so wrong
The music played and Dick smiled when he heard a particular phrase.
Dick carefully touched your lips, as if you were kissing for the first time. He put one hand on your neck, and with the other he stroked your hair. Dick started peppering kisses along  your neck, making your body shiver. Dick noticed and smiled.
And you caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming
With each touch of Dick, you felt your body heat up. Dick pulled you in , placing you on his lap as he sat on his bed, without stopping to kiss. You took his shirt off to see the vision that any woman would dream to.
As you kissed, Dick put his hand on the your leg  as the kiss heated up. 
Dick realized what he was doing, and what was about to happen. He stopped, and looked you in the eye. You were a mess. A beautiful mess.
He didn’t wanted it to be like this, both drunk almost out of conscience, he wanted it more than he could tell and he wanted it to be so good but he also wanted you to remember. 
“Yn” he said and you couldn’t understand why he stopped, you were too drunk to control yourself and understand it was the best decision.
“What? Why did we stop?” you asked feeling sad.
“Because I want you to remember everything” he said softly.
“But I will” you said and your words already rolling up told him he was right.
“Lay down with me.” he said leading you to lay by his side.You laid and looked at him while he also looked in your eyes, you were facing each other. You felt the smell of his perfume in the pillowcases and it felt so good and comfortable. 
“If i sleep here with you, you promise that we’ll still hate each other in the morning?” you asked fighting through sleep.
“I’ll do my best” he smiled softly at you, seeing you surrendering to your tiredness and he closed his eyes, enjoying your presence until he also fell asleep.
--
You woke up with the sunlight hitting your face through the curtains, you slept so heavily that you didn’t even remember how you got in your bed. Dick woke up with your moves, looking at your confused face.
“Hey” he said
“Why are you in my bed?” you asked him trying to understand the situation.
‘It’s actually my bed…" he answered in an obvious tone.
“Did we...?” you lift the blanket that covered both of you to see if your clothes were still on, and they were. You sat on the bed and he did it too.
“No, relax. We just slept, that’s all” he answered calmly and you remembered everything that happened yesterday. If you weren’t with him now, you’d probably think it was a dream. A weird one.
“Oh...okay.” you said and Dick instantly recognized the disappointment in your voice.
“Are you...disappointed?” he asked lifting one of his eyebrows, he hoped you felt as disappointed as he did.
“Uhm...no, i’m not. it’s fine” you answered him with your head down. 
“Y/n, Hey.”
“I know I kissed you, Dick. It was the drink, i know you meant that kiss me was the name and...” you said nonstop until he interrupted you.
“Hey, hey, just listen to me. It wasn’t the drink, you wanted this as much as i did; and to be clear, I don’t hate you.”
“And why didn’t we do anything?” 
“Because when we do, it’s going to be so good and i want you to remember it.” he said and your body trembled, you thanked god that you were sat.
“Then show me, Grayson. I think we wasted enough time.”
Dick didn’t answer, he grabbed you by the waist taking you to his lap and this time he took your shirt off.
He wanted to enjoy you as much as he could, he didn’t know about tomorrow. He just knew that now, you and him were only lovers, not enemies anymore.
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