#this is just for fun and curiousity’s sake

[pathologicalreid]

gemini | S.R.

two emotionally wrought people collide at a wedding, and a sexual escapade ensues.

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: softdom!spencer, use of the term "good girl" (i couldn't help myself), unprotected sex, reader on bc, alcohol, spoilers for 14x15 truth or dare, lowkey idiots in love, fucking against a wall?, fingering, heavy petting, r has an oral fixation, r is wearing a dress and makeup, explicit consent (hot), public sex, i think that's all word count: 3.42k a/n: this is a little self-indulgent and i don't care! based on literally just the first line of the song gemini by del water gap. probably not ever gonna get a part two. i've never done angsty smut (smangst?) before, so this was fun.

so, here's the setting, we met fucked up at a wedding

Swirling the drink you held in your hand, you watched your friends as they chatted. The pink liquid in the cup, concocted by Penelope Garcia, was far too sweet for your taste, but you needed the liquid courage to make it through the wedding.

It wasn’t that you weren’t happy for Krystall and Dave. It was that weddings oftentimes left a bitter taste in your mouth – one so bitter that not even Penelope’s drink could offset it.

In your periphery, you saw a blur of purple in the corner, looking up to see Spencer. His hand still bandaged from his most recent brush with death, he used his free one to grip a glass of water. Raising your eyebrows, you gave him your best attempt at a smile before you greeted him, “You look good, Dr. Reid.”

He was fully donned in his favorite color, and you tried to pretend that you didn’t notice that your dress matched the purple hue of his suit. “Thanks,” he said shortly, not quite meeting your eyes.

Noting the way he was looking past you, you demurely leaned your head down, glancing over your shoulder so that you could see what he was looking at, only to see JJ. She looked gorgeous in her red dress, laughing at something her husband said before her eyes caught something.

She was staring back at Spencer, and not for the first time, you found yourself wondering what happened in that pawn shop. Bringing your eyes back up to Reid, you watched the confused look in his eyes bloom as he peeled his eyes away from JJ.

Sick of it, you spoke up, “Alright, I had dibs on being the mopey one tonight. What’s wrong?” You had wanted to brush it off as long-lasting nerves from the hostage situation, but he was acting strange.

You knew you weren’t his best friend, that was a title that JJ had been the reigning champion of since the beginning of time. Yet, you still noticed the rigidity in Spencer’s shoulders as he displayed a clear discomfort with his surroundings. You tried to think of something to say to him. How could you ask him if he wanted to get out of here without it sounding like a sexual proposition?

“JJ told me she loved me,” he said, his voice so low you weren’t even sure you had heard him correctly.

Your head snapped up, “Oh.” Swallowing thickly, you tilted your head curiously, letting loose hair tumble to the side. “Do you love her?” Likely not the right conversation for the wedding of everyone’s favorite right-person-wrong-time couple, but you were desperate for a rope to pull yourself out of your wallowing.

He took a sip of his water before setting the empty glass on the bar counter, “I did.” The admission hit you like a ton of bricks, until her continued, “but now…”

Filling in the blanks, you shrugged, “She’s married. They have kids.” Spencer was always doing the right thing, so pushing his feelings aside for the sake of JJ’s family made the most sense.

Furrowing his brows, he pondered this for a moment before speaking, “It’s not just that. I have feelings for someone else.”

“Oh,” you repeated, and somehow the thought of him being in love with an unfamiliar figure hurt more than him being in love with your mutual friend.

The both of you let the conversation lag, watching as Penelope came back up to the bar and poured more drinks. After she accused you of being boring for not wanting another drink, everyone returned to the tables. “Have you dated anyone since him?”

You choked on your newly acquired water, cupping your hand underneath your jaw in an attempt to stop water from getting on your dress. “Uh, no. I’ve kind of sworn off dating ever since,” you replied, shaking your hand out and letting water droplets fall to the floor.

Sighing, you slouched in your seat, remembering that all you’d ever be was a jaded bride. Left by your fiancé on the day of your wedding, doomed to never love again. Until you met Spencer Reid.

“For everyone?” Spencer asked, and you cursed his natural curiosity.

His question caught you off guard. Despite yourself, you shook your head, “I have like… one person who, if they asked me, I’d say yes.” Your skin started to feel warm, and you weren’t sure if it was your proximity to him or Penelope’s drink coming back with a vengeance.

Spencer stepped a little closer to you, leaning casually on the counter as if he wasn’t affecting your ability to focus. “Who’s your person?” The question was innocent enough that it made your heart ache.

“It doesn’t matter, he’s into someone else,” you told him, reaching behind your neck to pull your hair up, haphazardly twisting it. You didn’t have a hair tie, so you let the locks fall once you felt some semblance of relief.

This statement seemingly bothered Spencer because he looked into his glass, “Did he tell you that?”

Nodding, you chewed on the inside of your lip. “Yeah,” maybe not in so many words, Spencer was rarely crass enough to say he was into someone, but you understood well enough.

The conversation lagged between the two of you once again, your own private thoughts were only interrupted when the music changed. It was a slow song, one for the couples of the night to dance to.

You took a chance, “Do you want to go explore the building with me? It’s getting stuffy in here,” you said, taking one final swig of your water before jumping up from your stool.

He looked back at JJ, who was there with Will, and then forward to the girl who was asking to take him away, “Yes.”

David Rossi had spared no expense for his second wedding to his third wife, and the manor that you found yourself meandering within felt never-ending. Something about following Spencer as he led the way and told you facts about the history of the building felt so normal, and you wondered if it would hurt when the night was over. Maybe this would just end as another memory to loathe about weddings.

Trailing him into another room, you stumbled into his back. Quickly, Spencer spun back and caught you before you could fall to the ground.

Steadying yourself, your heart thrummed at the way he was touching you, tightly holding your waist so that you wouldn’t trip. Once you were no longer wobbling, Spencer reached up and gingerly lifted the fallen spaghetti strap of your dress back over your shoulder. Before you had fully thought out your actions, you leaned up on your tip toes and kissed him.

It was hesitant and gentle, but once you registered that you were kissing him you soon realized that he was kissing you back. What started out as a small peck on the lips quickly morphed into full, open-mouthed kisses.

You thought Spencer might eat you alive, and for a moment, you thought you might let him.

Without separating your lips, he herded you over to the wall, pinning your hips to the wall as you felt heat grow between your legs.

Pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth, Spencer pulled away ever so slightly, your faces just inches apart. “Is this okay?” He asked you, his eyes flickering down to your lips like he was holding himself back from kissing you again.

There was fear. A fear that if you moved forward tonight, nothing would ever be the same, but you took a chance  and nodded quickly, “Yes.”

Your answer acted as a release as Spencer dropped his head back down and the two of you reattached your lips. Despite your attempts to ignore it, you felt his hardened length pressing into you through several layers of clothes.

Twisting your head away, you gasped as Spencer took the opportunity to place his lips on your neck, gently suckling on the tender skin as you tried to catch your breath. “Are you sure about this?” You breathed, running your hands underneath his suit jacket, wanting nothing more than to push it off of him.

“Yes,” he answered, giving you the same consent that you had already given him, and it was enough for you to reach for his belt buckle. No matter how badly you wanted to see him entirely bare in front of you, this just wasn’t the place for it.

Gently, you slid your hand down his front, savoring the way his breath hitched against your neck as your fingertips precariously lifted the waistband of his boxers. He gently nipped at your earlobe as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock.

You let your head fall backward, allowing him better access to your neck as you moved your hand. Moving your hand up so that you could swipe your thumb over the tip.

You dragged your other hand down, pulling his boxers down so that you could get a good look at what you were working with, and biting your lip at the sight of it. Slowly, you started to pump his impressive length, noting how his breathing patterns changed with your movements.

Dragging a knuckle up the underside of him, he dropped his head to your shoulder as you collected his pre-cum on your index finger on your way up, bringing your hand up to your mouth and licking the droplet off, peering up at him.

“You’re so good at that, baby,” he told you, sighing as he reached up and placed his hand on the side of your neck, skimming his thumb over your jawline as his free hand started to make its way up your dress, pausing when he only met bare skin. “No underwear?” He questioned, furrowing his brow at you as you bit your lip, trying to refrain from pressing into his hand.

Whimpering almost indiscriminately, you shook your head, “Couldn’t, panty lines would show under the dress.”

Spencer hummed in recognition, moving his hand up to cup your sex so that you could feel your own wetness on his hand. A pathetic whine escaped your throat as your walls clenched with need, still stopping yourself from grinding on his hand. “What do you need?” He asked, a teasing lilt in his voice, “Come on, you can tell me.”

“You, please,” you answered, your voice dangerously bordering on pleading. “Your hands, anything,” you squeaked out, breathing heavily as you awaited his next move.

Gently, he slipped a finger inside your wet hole, causing you to release a satisfied sigh. “You’re so wet,” he whispered in your ear as you tilted your head back and pressed your lips to his.

As his hand picked up in pace, so did your breathing. With each movement of his hand, you struggled to keep your volume at a respectable level, small whimpers continued escaping you even as you bit down on the inside of your lip. “Spence,” you whined, moaning aloud as he slipped a second finger into you, “Oh, god.”

The silence of the room around you only exacerbated the wet sounds that were emanating from your sex, and if it didn’t feel so good, you might’ve been embarrassed. In fact, as you felt a familiar coil winding in your abdomen, you found that you didn’t have the capacity to feel anything other than pleasure.

Crying out, you nodded as Spencer continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you, “Fuck,” you said, caring less about your volume levels. Even less so when he responded by pressing the heel of his hand against your clit, the pressure proving to be enough to send you over the edge.

“It’s okay,” Spencer whispered in your ear, “Let it go for me, baby.” His words continued as you felt your walls spasming around his fingers, his ministrations had slowed, but he worked you through your orgasm before withdrawing his fingers and lifting them up to your mouth.

Accepting the invitation, you leaned forward and sucked the sweet juices off of his hand, slipping your tongue between his two fingers as you looked up at him. You half expected him to be watching you with lust-blown eyes, but he was watching you just as attentively as he had when you started this escapade.

He retrieved his fingers from your mouth with a satisfying pop and reached down to ruche the fabric of your dress up around your waist. “Wait,” he said suddenly, gripping the silky cloth, “I don’t have a condom.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, “I don’t mind.” Still breathing heavy from your previous orgasm, you shook your head again, “I mean. I’m on birth control – and I’m good at it. I mean I keep up with it.” Now babbling, you hoped he’d say something. “I’m clean. I trust you.”

Nodding in understanding, he placed a hand on the side of your neck and looked at you intently. “I’m not going to do anything until you catch your breath,” he told you, taking up an authoritative tone.

Blinking rapidly, you evened out your breathing as he ran his hand up and down your torso, “I’m sorry,” you whispered, taking another deep breath as you looked up at him.

Spencer shook his head, “Don’t be sorry.” He leaned his head down, pressing soft kisses down the side of your neck as you finally pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. “You’re so pretty,” he murmured, leaning down to grip the backs of your thighs.

“It’s okay if you can’t lift me,” you rambled quickly, getting his attention as you aired your concern.

He raised his eyebrows expectantly, pressing his hips into yours and lifting your feet off of the ground. The leverage that he had, along with the support of the wall behind him, allowed him to get both of your feet off of the ground. You would’ve spent more time being impressed by this feat if you weren’t so distracted by his painfully hard cock that had now slipped between your folds.

Leaning down, you desperately kissed his lips, wanting him to give you those open-mouthed kisses that you had started out with. Instead, you cried out when, without warning, his full length slipped into you.

Placing gentle kisses on your collarbone, Spencer murmured, “Are you okay?” He whispered, seeming like he was using all of his self-control to just stay still.

You nodded, feeling his cock throbbing so deep in you that you were almost afraid you’d come from just that pressure alone. “Been a while,” you murmured, taking a deep, shaky breath.

He hummed in understanding, “I’ve got you, take your time.”

His words filled your stomach with butterflies, and it wasn’t just because he was fully sheathed in you. “Spence,” you whimpered, “Move.”

On your cue, Spencer gave a tentative thrust, permitting your resulting moan to mix with his grunt. “Fuck, baby,” he said, continuing to thrust in and out of your cunt, filling the room with the crude squelching of your actions. “I’m not going to last long,” he informed you.

Throwing your head back in ecstasy, you moaned helplessly when Spencer dropped one of your legs to the ground, hooking his arm underneath your other knee, providing a new, deeper angle. You swore as the sensations started to feel overwhelming.

The new angle gave him more control over his movements, enabling him to use his free hand to pull at your breast through the fabric of your dress. As you tugged gently at his hair, you tilted your head back, “Spence, I- shit,” you cursed, recognizing the tell-tale signs of your second orgasm approaching.

If it weren’t for his words of encouragement, you would’ve been embarrassed by coming too quickly, and if anything, the words only spurred you closer to the finish line. “Come for me,” he said, thrusting harder into you as he tried to reach the same point. “Let me know how good I make you feel,” he said, continuing his thrusts until his hips stuttered.

“Coming,” you whimpered, dropping your head forward onto his shoulder as you felt your walls tightening around his hard length. Crying out as he continued to pound into you, you buried your face into his neck and nipped at the skin to muffle your sounds.

Now he was solely working toward his own orgasm, having given you two of your own. “You’re such a good girl,” he panted.

Suckling gently at the skin on his neck – not hard enough to leave a mark, you littered kisses on his sensitive skin. “Come in me, baby,” you murmured, trying to spur him on.

Your success was apparent as his movements faltered and his cock started throbbing, feeling the pulses of his cum as it filled you, your eyes rolled back at the feeling while Spencer slowed to a halt, waiting for a beat before he pulled out of you entirely.

Shuddering at the emptiness you now felt, you leaned against the wall once both of your feet were on the ground. As your legs trembled, you watched as Spencer crouched to fish something out of his jacket, leaving you with your mixture of fluids running down your legs.

As he grabbed the handkerchief from his breast pocket, you gasped slightly as you realized his intentions. “Spence, you’ll ruin it,” you insisted.

“Would you rather go back out there with my cum dripping down your thighs?” He asked, knelt in front of you with his brows raised in mock innocence.

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head, “Jesus.”

He chuckled, using the handkerchief to wipe up the mess the two of you had made on your legs before carelessly tossing it into a nearby trashcan. Noting the way your legs were still shaking, he lifted your chin ever so slightly, “Are you alright?”

Nodding, you offered him a tired, but genuine smile. “I’m great,” you told him, wiping underneath your eyes where you were sure there was a mess of mascara.

Taking your hand in his, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, Spencer led to toward the French doors that led to the balcony, taking you out into the fresh air.

As you leaned up against the railing, Spencer shook out his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, doing his best to keep you comfortable. “Hey,” you whispered, “I really am fine. Are you? How’s your hand?” In all of the hormones, you had forgotten about his injury.

Spencer nodded, looking over the property that Rossi had rented. “I’m good, Y/N. I feel good.” You wished he’d call you baby again, but maybe that was too much to ask for. His eyebrows furrowed.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked him, recognizing the look from years of working together.

He hummed, reaching up and sweeping a strand of hair off of your forehead. “That guy? The one who told you he’s into someone else? I can confidently say he’s an idiot.”

Flushing, you smiled to yourself at the fact that Spencer was calling himself an idiot, especially when he was anything but. Shrugging, you waved him off anyway, “Nobody’s perfect, Spence.”

“No, I suppose not, but even so…” he told you, allowing his voice to trail off like he wasn’t totally sure what he wanted to say to you. “If he can’t see what’s right in front of him, then maybe you need to turn your attention elsewhere.”

Sighing, you leaned your chin in your hand, “Thanks, but I don’t know. Maybe there is better out there, and I’m just not worth it.” No, after tonight, you’d likely never get over him. It might’ve started as a workplace crush, but you felt in your heart that it was now something deeper.

Spencer shook his head, “Now, that’s where we disagree.”

“Spencer, I can’t-“ Your voice is cut off when you hear someone calling your name from inside the building, smoothing out the front of your dress one more time, you step back into the room, coming face to face with JJ.

She smiles in recognition of you, but the grin immediately fades from her face when Spencer walks out behind you, “Hey, we’ve been looking for you guys,” she said flatly. “They’re about to cut the cake.”

Nodding, you took another quick look at Spencer before following the blonde out of the room, leaving your secret in the room behind you.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds smut #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds oneshot #written by margot #mdni #margot after hours #softdom!spencer #criminal minds angst #spencer reid angst

[nerdyenby]

MCC’s most inconsistent contestants (raw data)

Phil has been in twenty-six canon events; his highest placement was 2nd (MCC12) and his lowest was 38th (MCC17) for a differential of thirty-six

Jimmy has been in twenty-four canon events; his highest placement was 5th (MCC3) and his lowest was 40th (MCC21/25) for a differential of thirty-five

Michael has been in fifteen canon events; his highest placement was 3rd (MCC1) and his lowest was 37th (MCC29) for a differential of thirty-four

Scott has been in twenty-eight canon events; his highest placement was 6th (MCC3) and his lowest was 37th (MCC25) for a differential of thirty-one

Shelby has been in twenty-eight canon events; her highest placement was 6th (MCC1) and her lowest was 37th (MCC8) for a differential of thirty-one

Tommy has been in twenty-five canon events; his highest placement was 2nd (MCC2) and his lowest was 32nd (MCC16) for a differential of thirty

Krinios has been in has been in fifteen canon events; their highest placement was 5th (MCC5) and his lowest was 34th (MCC21) for a differential of twenty-nine

Jordan has been in twenty-eight canon events; his highest placement was 3rd (MCC3/MCC5) and his lowest was 31st (MCC19) for a differential of twenty-eight

Joel has been in twenty-one canon events; his highest placement was 6th (MCC16) and his lowest was 33rd (MCC6/MCC9) for a differential of twenty-seven

Grian has been in sixteen canon events; his highest placement was 6th (MCC17) and his lowest was 32nd (MCC25) for a differential of twenty-six

Ranboo has been in fourteen canon events; their highest placement was 4th (MCC19) and his lowest was 30th (MCC23) for a differential of twenty-six

FWhip has been in ten canon events; his highest placement was 7th (MCC5) and his lowest was 32nd (MCC4) for a differential of twenty-five

#this is just for fun and curiousity’s sake #if I see anyone being mean it’s on sight #mcyt #mcc #I’ll only be doing top 5 for each moving forward #mc championship #mc championships #mcc stats #philza #jimmy solidarity #michael mcchill #scott smajor #shubble #tommyinnit #krinios #jordan captainsparklez #joel smallishbeans #grian #ranboo #fwhip

[fluffylino]

ghost face ! minho

i was watching scream and i wish minho had me screaming.

-contains mature themes (a little blood, fear play kinda)

"caught you!"

you screamed in terror. the masked man, taking you by surprise from behind. the lights were off and all you could see was that horrendous mask. which kept appearing in your dreams.

you struggled to get up from where you were crouched behind a table. and he had shown up. knowing exactly where you hid.

because he was watching. he was always watching.

stumbling you grabbed a flowerpot, throwing it in his direction. he dodged it. letting out a hearty laugh. you felt your heart stop.

you were backed into a corner.

one side was a wall and the other was the steps that led to the second floor.

if you ran upstairs, then there was no way you could get back down.

"sometimes you make it so obvious" he said, playing with the knife in his hand. pressing it against his hand. you were scared. he pointed upstairs with the tip of the knife.

"go on. run."

and you did. tripping on the steps. it was so dark you couldn't make out where you were going. that was until you ran straight into a dark figure.

"oh honey, you can't escape from me" he said, voice dropping. you felt yourself being pushed against the ground.

hard.

feeling a little dizzy with how fast you hit the floor.

you gave up. if he was going to kill you. then so be it. maybe he'd be kind enough to spare you again.

"l-let me live" you mumbled, feeling a thick rope bind your wrists together behind your back. his black cape running against you as he fumbled about.

"you know, fun fact. i don't kill. i just have fun!" he exclaimed, his voice muffled behind the mask. at times you wished you knew how he looked. you wished you could see his face.

he had told you his name through a phone call. you had to admit. you were braver when you were on call. rather than in reality. because reality was reality.

"you don't seem to sound like you're having fun"

he knew what you meant. his voice sounded like he was faking the fun voice.

"shut the fuck up, will you."

you shivered, going pliant. this was him. his deep voice. his voice that could make you cream yourself.

.

"aaahh-" you cried out, desperately trying to tug your hands free. he giggled, staring right at you.

all you could see was the mask. maybe a little glimpse of his eyes. but that was all you got.

the knife running along the insides of your thighs. a warm liquid dripping down. which he wiped away with his gloved thumb.

"so tell me. you called back today"

your eyes widened. you weren't expecting him to show up inside your house. dressed up, ready to do whatever he liked. if you knew he was going to come back, you wouldn't have called.

"stop crying for god's sake" he shouted.

spanking you hard. you jerked forward with the force. embarassingly trying to close your legs.

his clothed thigh wedged between your legs. fabric rubbing against your cunt in the best way possible.

"humping my thigh, now? you seriously are a horny slut" he let out. his hand playing with your folds. coating you with your own wetness.

.

"look at the camera."

you couldn't. you didn't know what he'd do with those pics. you pressed your face to the cold floor, spit dripping out of your parted mouth.

his dick buried inside of you.

"i. said. look."

he said through gritted teeth, tugging your hair to make you look up. your eyes rolling back at how deep he was. cock rubbing against that spot that had you seeing stars. the flash went off and he let go. your head falling back down.

"such a whore"

a few more tears slipped out. his fingers digging into your waist as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts.

"hm" he hummed. a little curiousity in his tone.

"why aren't you saying anything."

you kept quiet. letting yourself get lost in a fuzzy space. it was dark anyways. all you knew about the man who had screwed you once before, was his name.

he flipped you over. taking you by surprise by how gently he pushed back in. staying absolutely still. and you did the same.

"p-please" you muttered. a faint light from the neighbour's backyard lighting up the room. you could vaguely see his eyes through the mesh. his breathing heavy, chest heaving. he rolled his hips against you. a low moan leaving him.

you couldn't do this. you wanted more. to be touched. to feel him. without the mask. to see him.

"please p-please please" you chanted, shaking your head as you began to sob harder.

"do you even know what you're begging for" he chuckled, pressing his hand against your neck. with enough pressure to make your vision hazy. your mouth opened and closed as you wondered whether to say it or not.

"k-kiss me p-please" you whispered. it wasn't loud but you were sure he heard you.

"kiss me m-minho i beg y-you"

you shook, wrists aching at how tight he knotted the rope. he seemed to understand. grabbing the knife he had thrown on the side as he cut it off.

"p-please m-minho plea-"

throwing your arms around his neck. his body pressed against yours as you tugged him closer. how did he even breathe with that on. you could feel his eyes on you. and you were sure he was thinking about it. whether to trust you. whether to do it.

"damn you really are....quite the thing"

you hadn't even realised he had pushed the mask up to his nose. just enough to kiss you.

"mmph-" his lips roughly pressed against yours. a slight tangy taste of blood. his tongue eager to explore your mouth. you kept your mouth opening, letting him lick into you.

"swallow."

he instructed after spitting into your mouth. you did as he said. a whimper leaving you as you kept your mouth open. he was smirking triumphantly.

but what you did next mustve have shocked him. you pulled the mask off completely. flinging it somewhere behind.

kissing him before he could react. legs wrapped tightly around his waist to prevent him from moving. you clenched down on him. slick coating his length.

"aah f-fuc mmhph" he groaned out, his gloved hand tangled in your hair to keep you away. for a split second, you opened your eyes.

you could see him.

the outline of his face.

the slope of his nose.

his cat-like eyes. lacking any emotion, only lust.

a few blood stains on his cheek.

his messy brownish red hair. he looked better than you had imagined.

like a god.

"you're really being real risky tonight, kitten" he panted out. you let out a content sound at the nickname.

"s-so pretty" you blabbered, holding his face. his eyes widening at the sudden compliment.

"..me?"

"yeah..gorgeous" you said more clearly. he let out a soft laugh.

sticking his tongue out and running it against your cheek. unconciously you giggled, trying to push him away.

it was ticklish.

"awww someone's ticklish" minho grumbled, you could see the smile threatening to show.

that was thrown out of the window as he thrusted in hard, kissing you like it was the last thing he'd do. his hand creeping around your neck. pressing down. to hold you in place.

.

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#this made me drool #minho as ghostface #i can imagine it #he's so fucking hot #ghostface lee minho #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz drabbles #lee know smut #lee minho smut #minho smut #bang chan smut #fluffylino works #KINDLY RAIL ME

[thesoftestpunk]

I want you, Baby I need you

Summary: your friend tells you someone may like you and so stupidly, you begin to think about them a little differently

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: I feel like my brain fog made the pacing weird :/

Warnings: bullying, girls being mean :(, lots of fluff and pining!!

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Pt.2

“Guess what?” One of your teammates, Christina, asks the second you place your tray down on the table, looking too smug for your liking. Before you can even ask, she’s talking over you. “The freak has a crush on you.”

“Who?” You genuinely forget who she’s referring to for a second, but her scoff seems to jog your memory. “Oh. Eddie Munson?” 

“Who else?” She sneers, and everyone else around you laughs like it’s some huge joke, but you’re certain she isn’t joking. “God, how embarrassing.”

Your cheeks burn as they laugh even harder. You let out a weak chuckle, feeling the world around you shrink and become suffocating. 

“Yeah,” you let out, trying to play along. “Could you imagine? Me and him?” 

You blatantly refuse to call him a freak. Since moving into town two years ago, you quickly learned city life and small town life were completely different worlds. Despite falling in with the semi-popular crowd by joining the swimming team, you understood the struggle Eddie and his friends had to go through. You weren’t freak status back home, but you weren’t popular either. Not always well known, but always well liked, and your new friends teasing him about the rumor makes you worry about it spreading. For your sake and not his. You don’t want to deal with any sort of teasing from anyone.

Guilt crawls up your throat as you steal a glance toward his table, catching his eye as he curiously looks on at the boisterous scene going on around you. You give a quick smile, which probably comes off as more of a wince, and turn back around. In all honesty, he hasn’t been on your radar. You don’t know much about him other than the fact that he’s loud, labeled The Freak of Hawkins High, and has made a scene or two in class. 

“Oh god,” Christina sighs out, wiping nonexistent tears from her eyes. “Pathetic.” 

Humming half heartedly, you focus on shoving your shitty school food around your tray instead of eating it, a sudden pit sitting heavy in your stomach. Because Eddie having a crush on you actually felt flattering. 

You choose to sit next to him in English, even give a small smile when you sit. There’s still time before the bell rings, and you find yourself glancing over at him. You open and close your mouth, uncertain of what to say until the words suddenly come tumbling out.

“How many tattoos do you have?”

For a second he doesn’t realize you’re talking to him until the silence makes him look up and realize you’re staring straight at him, expectantly. He points to himself as if asking ‘me?’ eyebrows raised and his already wide doe eyes getting even wider. And you nod while fighting off a smile. 

“Why d’you wanna know?” He eyes you suspiciously, certain that whatever information you’re about to get out of him is going to get back to your friends and fuel the constant fire over his head. 

“I dunno,” you shrug a shoulder, but you’re honest. What the fuck were you supposed to say to Eddie Munson anyway? He was intimidating as hell because he put himself in the spotlight like it was nothing. It isn’t like you hate attention, but too much makes you nauseous. “Thinking about getting one, I guess?”

“You guess?” His head tilts, causing his hair to cascade over his shoulder. Of course he would be defensive. Christina was just making fun of him less than an hour ago. 

“It’s- forget it,” you shake your head. You can’t believe you would trust your nasty, mean friends when they said he had a crush on you. 

Turning back to the front of the classroom, you wait painfully for the bell to ring, and once it does, the room fills quickly with slightly out of breath students. A couple of your teammates wave at you until you finally break and they gesture wildly, asking ‘what the fuck are you doing sitting next to him?’ All you can do is give an apologetic shrug and decide you’ll lie to them later and say it was the only seat you could find. They just roll their eyes and pull out their textbooks. 

“Five.” Eddie’s voice surprises you. 

Turning your head, you hope no one sees when you ask. “Did they hurt?”

“No, ‘course not.” He bites back a smile, trying to act all tough. 

“Liar.” Your nose scrunches and it makes him laugh at how cute it is. 

You don’t mean to, truly, but now you look out for Eddie in the halls, stare at him during class, and hope for one more conversation. One that’s less embarrassing, but you do hope. Despite your friend's relentless teasing after English class the other day, you give a small wave back anytime he gives you one. You never initiate first, too shy and afraid it’ll lead to more teasing. This way you can just say you’re being polite when you wave back and they see, but more often than not, they’re too caught up in their own little worlds. Even though you’re scared they’ll tease, you keep an eye out for him and you learn more than you ever knew before. He’s polite. He lets the cheerleaders walk ahead if they bump into each other at a corner in the hall. One arm is tucked behind his back as he sweeps the other out and he bows a little. They give him weird looks respectively, but he just smiles and moves on. He might joke around with his friends, but if you listen closely, you can hear the kindness and compliments hidden underneath the meaning of his words. The group is small, but he holds the same amount of care for each and every one of them. Including his ‘little sheepies’ which you don’t fully understand, but he used a lot of words you don’t understand, and you thought you were smart. After a little investigating, you learn some of them are made up, but you seem to like the fact that he’s nerdy and into this series called Lord of the Rings. 

You’re starting to like Eddie.

“Oh my God,” Christina moves in your line of sight, in front of him. You’d positioned yourself at the cafeteria table so you didn’t have to turn around to subtly watch him anymore. “Are you staring at the freaks?”

“Stop calling them that,” you roll your eyes. “You know I hate that.”

She crosses her arms defensively. “Just, you know, being honest. What’s so interesting about them anyway?”

“Nothing.” You mutter, going back to nibbling on the shitty cardboard pizza they served today. 

She turns around and gets the biggest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen from her when her eyes connect with Eddie’s. 

“Holy shit. You’ve got a crush on The freak!”

“Christina!” You swat at her, but it’s too late. Everyone else at your table already heard and is staring at you incredulously. “I- I do not.”

“Puh-lease. You’ve been making googly eyes at him for weeks at this point!”

“It hasn’t been weeks,” you mutter under your breath.

“Ew!” Another one of the girls scrunches her nose and jabs a thumb in his direction. “Him?”

“Better be careful, Y/N,” another taunts. “Don’t wanna find you in the woods. I heard he, like, sacrificed a girl out there last year. No one’s heard from her since.”

“Oh my god, me too!” Christina pretends to look concerned. “You think that’s what happened to Nancy’s friend too? What was her name? Bev?”

“Didn’t he like…” the girl to your left leans in and stage whispers, but she could be heard from across the room if you listened hard enough. None of them understood the concept of speaking at a normal volume. “Bite a bat's head off?” 

“That was actually Ozzy Ozbourne!” Eddie leans so far back in the chair that the two front legs don’t touch the ground, one of his legs lifted so the bottom of his dirty Reebok’s supports his weight against the table. 

You’re mortified at the idea that Eddie has heard every single word, but he was at the other end of the long table today. 

“Ugh,” Christina rolls her eyes again before turning to face him. “As if we know that freak either!”

“Tina,” you hiss, not wanting to start a scene over this nonsense. 

“Whatever. You don’t have a crush.” She fully faces the table again and starts talking about the party at Jason’s after the game on Friday. 

You go to throw an apologetic look at Eddie, but find him missing from the table, and a couple of his friends send glares your way, making you shrink in shame. 

Eddie isn’t in English, or History, and you find out through the grapevine he skips the rest of the day entirely. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do, but you feel like it’s your fault. The days leading up to the party, he seems to avoid you, eyes darting away quickly and showing up late enough to class that it’s guaranteed there’s no free seats around you. Christina seems to take notice of your sour mood, but only asks once. You lie and say you’re fine, but you feel sick to your stomach. You never actively partook in the bullying, but you never stopped it either. 

The day of the game finally rolls around, filled with school spirit and a pep rally, but once again Eddie is nowhere to be found. Not that he’d ever attended a pep rally in his whole high school career, but you at least expected to spot him at lunch. He’s even absent from your shared classes. After school, you hang around in the parking lot, wasting time before you all have to go home and get ready for the game. You frown as you observe his friends, chatting away aimlessly and occasionally throwing candy around. They hang around what you think is Eddie’s van, but if he skipped all day, why would he be here now? 

“Hey,” Christina’s voice surprises you, quiet and genuine. “Just us girls… you have a crush on Munson?”

“I…” you trail off, surprised she isn’t faking her valley girl voice, and you feel like you can trust her once again since you met her two years ago. She wasn’t your first friend in Hawkins, but you had been close when you first joined the team. “I dunno. He’s actually kinda sweet. Maybe?”

“Seriously?” And then she guffaws, catching you off guard once more. “Ugh, grody! Guys, Y/N actually has a crush on Munson!”

“I- I didn’t say that!” You can’t believe Christina would do something like that. As you watch them all laugh and tease, you wonder when they all got so mean and why you started letting them get away with it. 

“You said maybe. That’s, like, totally a yes!”

“Like it’s such a bad thing to have a crush on me?” 

Everyone quiets as you slowly turn around to find Eddie standing there, hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket. 

“Eddie, I…” you aren’t even sure what to say as he glares down at you. 

“I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging around you, Munson.” Christina’s voice makes you squeeze your eyes shut in frustrated embarrassment. “Even your parents couldn’t stand to stay around. Must be hard having a cultist son. Fucking embarrassing.”

The lot gets so quiet, you can hear the grinding of his teeth as he sets his jaw. He doesn’t even dignify her with a response, turning and walking away before anyone can see the red staining his cheeks. 

“Tina… that was major harsh.” One of the girls breaks the silence. 

“Oh, eat my shorts, Janice. Are we getting ready at my house or not?” 

Everyone seems to hesitate but Christina was captain of the team. No one was going to say no. Well, no one but you. 

“I’ve, um, got a thing. I’ll meet you guys at the game.” You glance over toward Eddie, watching as he harshly shoves his shoulder back to avoid one of his friends' hands. 

You shouldn’t go to the game, but you do.

Janice called you from Christina’s house, sounding hopeful. You promised to be there, despite your whole body screaming at you to just stay home. Janice promises the whole thing will blow over by Monday, and something else will come along. But it won’t just blow over with Eddie. You know that. He had looked so hurt when you turned around to face him. In all the years of getting bullied, that was the first time he showed anyone what their words did to him. And it was your fault. 

You had promised Janice you’d be there, but when you stand outside the gymnasium, you can’t make yourself go in. Can’t make yourself face who you thought were your friends. So, you walk down a path between the large building and the school and take out a key. The pool was somewhat separated, but you could still hear the muffled band playing when you entered the echoey room. You keep a spare swimsuit in your locker for this exact situation. The sport helped clear your mind and you needed to get rid of the image of Eddie’s broken look.

You swim even after the cheering and the band stops. You swim until you feel like your limbs are going to fall off, and even though you don’t want to, you shower off the chlorine. As you step out into the somewhat cool autumn air, a double door bursts open, and the kids that come spilling out make you stop. 

His little sheepies. Which means… 

Fuck. 

Eddie is the last one out, smile so wide you can’t help but wonder if it hurts. They all talk over each other, but Eddie just seems to watch over in pride. You take a step back into the shadows, hoping your bright multicolored windbreaker doesn’t give you away. 

“Hey!” Is that… Steve Harrington? “You guys were supposed to be done an hour ago.”

“The campaign ends when it ends, Steve!” One of them retorts back. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t have all night Henderson. Let’s go!” 

All three freshmen rush to Steve’s BMW and scramble inside. He and Eddie share a nod before he gets in and peels out of the lot, and you can still hear all of them shouting in excitement. The other three seniors exchange goodbyes before parting ways, but Eddie sticks behind. Neither of you move until all the cars are gone except for his van and yours. Why the fuck hasn’t he moved? 

“Is it just you?” Eddie finally speaks, turning toward your piss poor excuse of a hiding spot. “Or is the rest of the team waiting somewhere?”

“I’m- I’m alone.” It scares you once you realize you’re the only two on the property. Probably the only two within a few miles at this point. “Look, I’m really sorry about them. Christina especially. I don’t know when she got so…”

“Bitchy?”

That makes you breathe out a laugh, not realizing you were holding your breath. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

It’s quiet for a moment as he shifts his weight to his other leg, observing you and the whole situation. 

“Do you want to sit by the pool and talk?” It’s starting to feel pretty creepy outside, and the cold night wasn’t helping your wet hair.

“I thought it was locked after hours.” 

You hold up the bronze key, but offer up an explanation anyway. “My uncle is actually the coach. He got me into swimming competitively in the first place. Technically I’m not allowed to bring friends in but…”

“Good thing I’m not really a friend.” He walks past you and you’re a bit frozen in place, not believing he accepted. 

You’re nervous as you unlock the door once more and wave him inside like he would but you give an awkward curtsy. As he’s turning in a small circle to take in how the water reflects off the walls and ceiling, you slip off your shoes and roll up your jeans as far as you can go. He begins to do the same when he sees you sticking your feet in the water. 

“Jesus Chri-! That’s cold!” His voice bounces off the walls, and your laughter follows. 

“Well, yeah, most pools are.” You tuck your hands underneath your thighs and move your right leg around in small circles, disrupting the water. “Didn’t see you at the game.” 

“That kind of stuff is bullshit. Forced conformity.” Before he goes on a rant, he looks at the sly smile on your face, as if you were going to enjoy this topic of conversation. But he knew you’d react either of two ways if he kept on. Confused, or freaked out. So he leans back on his palms and tries to act casual. “And if I’m guessing right, you weren’t there either.”

“Didn’t feel like it.” You give a halfhearted shrug. “Christina really… what she said about your parents— I just don’t see her the same anymore. I don’t know how it happened, but she just got so mean, and everyone’s too scared to say anything because she's the captain. Sorry, I’m- ranting.”

“Christina wasn’t far off.” 

The admission bounces around as you look at him.

“Eddie…”

“It was forever ago.” He kicks the water, causing a small splash. “Aren’t you co-captain anyway?”

“Yeah? So?” You didn’t think he would know that, and it makes you feel all mushy inside that he knows something so simple about you. 

“So don’t you have us much say as her?”

“With her tyrannical rule? No way.” 

“No shame in running, but sometimes you gotta be the hero.”

“Yeah,” you scoff. “I’m sure getting to Mordor would be easier than standing up to Christina.” 

“You’ve read…?”

“No.” That’s a half lie. “Well, sorta. I haven’t gotten very far. I don’t know if it’s my thing, but you talk about it so much, I wanted to check out all the hype.”

Eddie looks taken aback, mouth hung open. 

“Is that what dungeons and dragons is?” You ask curiously, which seems to take him back even more. “I mean everybody says it’s bad, but it’s just nerd shit, right? Sorry, I didn’t mean—“

“It is nerd shit.” He straightens his back at the new topic of conversation. “All it is, is tabletop fantasy role play. Doesn’t have to be like Lord of the Rings. You could have a whole western fantasy campaign. Maybe even in space.” He’s ranting, and god does he know it, but you lean in instead of awkwardly looking away like everyone else does.

“Campaign…?” 

“Well, it’s…” Eddie thinks for a moment before explaining in the most simple of terms how a campaign works. You nod along, enthralled by every detail, even when he derails and starts rambling about character class and stats. He rambles on about their current campaign to help explain better, and he uses silly voices and moves animatedly. You laugh, but not at him. He continues to tease, loving your laugh and that you aren’t making fun of him. His arms flail a bit and he gives a few teasing nudges, but in his excitement he forgets his strength. 

“Wait, Eddie-!” You fall in the water, grabbing on to him in an attempt to stop, but end up pulling him down with you. The both of you come up spluttering, but you end up laughing at the mop of hair on his head. 

“Shit,” he laughs nervously. “It’s deep.”

“Wait. Can you swim?”

“Well, I’m no athlete, but yeah. I can swim.” 

“Well…” you swim forward, a sly smile creeping its way onto your face. “Might as well, right? We’re already in here. You’ll want your jacket off, though. It’s gonna be too much dead weight.”

“Right, I’ll uh…”

“Here, I’ll keep us afloat while you get it off.” 

Before he can understand what’s happening, you wrap your arms around his waist, your face entirely too close to his. With what little space you have, you can see freckles splashing across his face, and you chew on the inside of your cheek to keep your composure. He avoids eye contact as he struggles out of the leather, the tip of his tongue making a surprise appearance, before tossing the jacket aside and it lands with a loud wet slap. 

“Cool. Now good luck catching me!” You splash him a little harsher than you had intended, but you make a dash to escape.

“You’re gonna regret that!” 

You’re a lot better at swimming than he is, almost too fast to be caught, but you slow down after awhile on purpose. As his hand wraps around your ankle, making you squeal, you tell yourself you did it to not wear him out and frustrate him. That you didn’t want to anger him, as he’s pulling you into him and dunking both of you under water. You struggle against his arms, but he’s strong. You can feel the unexpected muscle against your hands, but he lets you go too soon and you both come up gasping for air. 

“Told ya.” water sprays a bit from his mouth as his chest heaves. 

“You cheated.” 

“I never cheat, sweetheart.” He wades toward you slowly, dropping down just until his mouth sinks into the water. 

“Eddie Munson, don’t you dare,” you warn but your tone is too light. “You dunk me again, I’ll- I’ll make sure you smell like chlorine for a week.” 

He doesn’t listen, and you swim backward until your back crashes into the tiled wall. The cold sends a shiver down your spine. Definitely not the way Eddie comes back up, water dripping from his chin and his arms blocking you in on either side of you. His eyes drop to your lips and you find yourself breathing heavily for a completely different reason, your chest brushing against his with every inhale. Neither of you make a move, just admiring every detail you can while breathing each other's air. Just when you think he might, a loud bang comes from one of the locker rooms, making you both jump and look around frantically. You find yourself gripping one of his forearms tightly in shock. 

“We should- we should probably get out.” No one else had access to the pool except your uncle, but you doubted he would come by at midnight. He trusted you to not fool around, and you really hadn’t let him down until now. “I swear the locker rooms are haunted.” 

Still, you don’t move until he does, and swim to the nearest ladder to get out. The only sound is the water from your clothes dripping on the floor, and suddenly you feel exhausted. Your clothes feel heavy as they cling to your skin. Without discussing it, you both start peeling your clothes off, slightly turned away to give each other privacy. As you’re wringing out your shirt, you can’t help but glance over your shoulder at Eddie, and catch the way his shoulder blades move while he does the same. His eyes catch yours and you smile sheepishly before turning back around. You’re both down to your underwear, unsure of how to proceed. 

“We should shower. Alone I mean. You can go to the boys’. There’s towels.” You speed walk away, too self conscious to hang around too long. 

“Wait!” He follows you quickly, careful not to slip. “You’re just gonna drop the fact that the locker rooms are haunted and then leave me alone to fend for myself?”

Your footsteps slow, and you let out a small huff because you know you know you’ll feel guilty until the end of time if you do that to him. 

“There’s going to be rules, Munson.”

“Oh, of course.” He agrees quietly.

“We go in at the same time and undress fully in our own shower. You’re not to come out until I have, and even then, you’re not to look anywhere but your own shower. When I say it’s okay, you can leave, got it?”

“I think you forgot the part about the towels.”

“Do not make me regret this.” 

You’ve never been so self conscious showering until now. Even with a zero percent chance of Eddie seeing you naked, you worry, but you also think about the fact that he’s in the same exact state you’re in right now. That somehow makes the whole thing feel way too intimate, and you can’t believe the first time you got to hang out with your -possible- crush, you both end up naked. If that basic, no detailed rumor got out, you’d surely die of embarrassment. Turning around, you place your face underneath the stream of water, trying so hard to not think about the small glimpse of his torso that you got. The dark patch of hair sneaking underneath his boxers that clung to his thighs from the water. 

“So, are you from Hawkins?” His voice brings you out of your wandering thoughts. You quickly turn the knob from hot to cold in hopes that it keeps you calm.

“My parents are.” Looking down, you watch the water swirl around at your feet. “My grandmother got sick and my uncle couldn’t take care of her by himself. So, we packed up and moved back here, but I can tell my parents are happy to be back home. It’s less demanding than the city.”

“The uncle being coach thing makes a lot more sense now.”

“Not a lot of people know actually.” You turn the water off completely, and wrap your arms around your torso self consciously. “I’m getting out now.”

It isn’t the easiest topic of conversation, but when she had first gotten sick two years ago, your mother went to stay with her for the three months she had been told she would live. When it was clear she was going to hang on longer than expected, they decided it would just be better to move permanently and the old lady was still sticking around. Despite being so sick, you liked hanging out with her most afternoons. Even if she forgot who you were.

You carefully walk out of the shower, towel wrapped around yourself tightly, and as you pass by the stall that Eddie is in, you catch a glimpse in the crack between the curtain and wall. All you manage to catch is the back of his head, arms extended upward to wash out whatever shampoo you’d let him borrow. He begins to turn and you look away with your cheeks burning. You attempt to dry your hair underneath one of the hand dryers, and it isn't long when Eddie comes out, damp boxers back on and using the towel you gave him to rub his hair dry. He pauses seeing you kneeled down, holding the towel to your chest so that nothing gets exposed and he realizes he forgot to wait for your okay, but you don’t seem to mind as you give a soft smile. 

“I’ll grab our clothes.” He says when the dryer finally turns off and leaves you to get somewhat decent. 

He’s suddenly so quiet as he hands over your clothes, no witty comment or joke as the two of you get dressed. All there is between you are stolen glances and nervous smiles. Once fully clothed again, you walk beside him, feeling a little stiff. Not from how your cold clothes stick to you, but from nerves. The soft lights from the pool make his face glow, and your stomach drops in the best way possible. He gets the door for you, and waits with his hands stuffed in his jacket as you lock up. The grass crunches underneath your footsteps, dry from the temperature and lack of rain. Neither of you speak, until you hit the parking lot, cars too far from each other to continue walking together.

“Were they right?” You ask before he gets a chance to escape, arms anxiously crossed over your chest. “My friends. ‘Cause if they were… I think I have one too.”

“Have what?”

Shit. You were too vague.

“A crush, dummy.” 

Realization dawns on his face as he absorbs your confession. He can’t believe it, and the worst smallest part of him thinks you’ve done this whole thing as a joke, and someone is going to pop out with a camera to capture how big of an idiot he’s been. All that happens is you chew on your bottom lip, anxiously waiting for an answer, and he's leaving your heart out in the open for too long. 

“Yes, yeah, they were right.” He watches how you smile and takes a mental image to last forever. “I’m not really quiet about anything.” 

“I just never expected…” you shake your head and look at your feet. “You. You’ve just so suddenly become this big thing in my life.” 

Eddie barely has to take a step to be close enough to take your face in his hands and lift your head up to pull you into a searing kiss. It’s so unexpected that you laugh in surprise against his lips, but he smiles at the sound. When you’ve settled down, you move your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, eager to feel his heartbeat slow to match the rhythm of your own. He kisses you so sweetly, you really do think he’s a gentleman. A quick slip of his tongue doesn’t change your mind either.

“If you don’t stop me,” he gets out between kisses. “We’ll be here all night sweetheart.”

“I like that idea,” you tease as his lips move along your jawline, and down your neck. Your eyelids flutter closed, and you focus on every feeling.

Eddie pulls back, showing some self restraint and you almost whine at the loss of contact.

“You’re gonna get a cold if you stay out here.”

“So will you!”

“I’m going to walk you to your car, and you’re going to go home and get all snuggled in bed, okay?” He traces your bottom lip with his thumb, the ghost of a smile ever present.

“Fine.”

Eddie takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together, and walks the short distance to your car. You make no move to enter, back pressed against the driver side door, and grab him by his jacket. He braces himself with one arm, looking down at you, his other hand stroking your cheek with the back of his pointer finger. The featherlight touch makes you shiver, and you find yourself getting lost in his almost pitch black eyes. Those eyes that are so beautiful and full of lashes, that a cow would be jealous. You pull him in for another kiss, arms wrapping underneath his jacket and around his small waist. He groans into your mouth, not wanting to leave if you were going to kiss him slowly like that.

“I’m personally thanking Christina on Monday.” He gives your knuckles a quick kiss before taking a few steps backwards, not wanting to look away, and turning for his own vehicle.

Christina’s head almost explodes when he does exactly that and plants a kiss on your lips in the cafeteria, but you just act innocent when you take his outstretched hand and move to sit with him at his table. It felt good, and it felt even better when you give her the finger when she wouldn’t stop staring.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #my writing.

[siredtosturniolos]

drunk in love part two!

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: here is part 1!

warnings: smut.

authors note: first matt smut ever i hope u guys like it!! tysm for all of the love on my posts <3

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the way his eyes fluttered over every person, how they zoned in on your lips as you licked them. you would never get over his tattoo’s, and how incredibly sexy they made him look.

“why are we all up so early?” chris whined from next to you, dramatically throwing his head backwards.

nick huffed, “i couldn’t fall back asleep so here we are.” he shrugged, partially distracted by his phone.

“someone kept snoring.” matt teased, dodging your closed fist as you went to punch him in the arm.

you scoffed in mock offense, “you weren’t even in the room when i woke up.” you pointed out, making matt raise his hands in surrender.

“yeah, why were you on the couch at like 5? i came to get a pepsi and you were passed out.” chris asked, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. matt left you last night? you curiously look to matt who avoided eye contact as he responded to chris.

“just couldn’t shut my brain off, must’ve fallen asleep at one point.”

the room was left in silence, nobody caring enough to keep a steady conversation. it was one of your favorite things about the triplets, you never felt pressured to always have something to say, or have to crack a joke to break the tension.

“so what’s the plan today?” chris suddenly asked, shocking everyone in the room. he definitely wasn’t the type to want his day planned out. you shared a look with matt, who looked just as shocked as you felt. chris glared at all three of you, before nick replied.

“we could film.” nick suggested, apologetically smiling at you as you wouldn’t be included. you didn’t typically film videos with them, as the fans have mixed feelings about you. they know you exist, as you usually appeared at matt’s side frequently in the weekly photo dumps.

you were better off to make your appearances few and far between.

“yeah, we need a video for wednesday.” matt reluctantly agreed, making you grin to yourself. he definitely had other things on his mind. you also had those things on your mind, but half the fun is the anticipation leading up to actually doing something about it.

“lets do a blind, deaf, and mute baking video. it’s been like, a year since we’ve done one.” nick replied, making you enthusiastically nod.

“those videos are hilarious.” you agreed making them all smile at you. you were their number one supporter, always offering advice for how they should carry on their content for their fan’s sake. it was easier for you to see what the fans were thinking and feeling, although matt knew just as much as you did.

they were quick to start filming, and you retreated to matt’s room. you spent the next hour or so watching tiktoks, every so often getting distracted by the screaming in the room over.

before you knew it, you had started to slightly doze off, jerking awake every couple of minutes. matt finally entered the room, and immediately joined you on the bed.

“baby?” he whispered to your sleeping figure, slightly waking you up.

“hm?” you replied, keeping your eyes shut. matt didn’t respond as he placed soft kisses to your exposed shoulder, thanks to your tank top. you softly grinned at the feeling, slowly turning so you were facing him.

“hi.” you softly spoke, lifting a hand to cup his face as he hovered above you. matt’s eyes kept flicker to your lips, wanting to get lost in the taste of you.

his eyes flickered up to yours and searched them desperately, “need you so bad.” he whispered before placing his lips on yours, starting the first of many kisses you two would share.

the kiss started slow and sweet, but as the two of you got lost in the feeling it became hungry and desperate. matt slowly shuffled you to your back, before his tongue swiped your bottom lip, begging to enter your mouth.

you parted your lips and your tongues meet in a frantic need of lust, your fingers tugging at the hair at the bottom of his head. he let out a soft moan, and your breath hitched. you needed to hear that again.

you wrapped your legs around his slim waist and tugged him into you, enticing another groan as his member thrust against your center. you separated your lips, to place kisses down his neck before you tugged on his shirt, signaling you wanted it off.

he quickly lifted it off, and you instantly began tracing his chest, biting down on your bottom lip and looking up at him when you softly grazed his happy trail. he sucked in a deep breath, watching the way your hands explored his body in fascination. he quickly snapped out of his trance and began to take your tank top off, but stopped and silently asked you if this was okay. you nodded with a grin on your face, admiring how sweet he was.

you couldn’t help it when your hands subconsciously traveled to his arm, specifically the one scattered with tattoos. your eyes followed your hand as it traced over the ink, grinning when goosebumps formed in your wake.

he finally slipped the article of clothing over your head, and your cheeks flushed as his jaw dropped, taking in the sight of you topless.

“oh my god.” matt whispered, before he immediately brought both of his hands to your breasts, cupping them both and squeezing slightly. you moaned at the feeling, your head falling back against the pillows. matt leaned down and started to place kisses along your neck, biting your sensitive skin slightly as he got to your collarbone. he began to pinch and rub your nipples, making you squirm as the pleasure took full control of your body.

“matt.” you whined, lifting your hands to his wrists as your back arched. his kisses kept traveling further down, before his lips wrapped around your left nipple and he began to softly suck. you gasped, your hand flying to the back of his head and pushing him closer to you, making him moan into your chest in approval.

“fuck.” you dreamily sighed, beginning to roll your hips upwards. you could feel matt’s hard member pressing against you and it was driving you crazy. matt moved onto your other breast, giving it the same treatment. quickly you begin to paw at his pants, wanting them off.

matt reluctantly pulled away from your chest, a string of saliva connecting from his mouth to your nipple. you bit your lip to stop the moan that wanted to escape, you didn’t even know where his brothers are.

matt seemed to be hearing your exact thoughts as he brought a thumb to your lips, releasing it from your teeth.

“nick is editing and chris went back to bed.” he huskily whispered to you, making you nod.

you still needed to be quiet but it wasn’t so bad if you let it slip every now and then. matt stood from the bed leaving you confused, but he just smirked down at you while he began to take his pants off.

you bit your lip in anticipation, dying to see him fully for the first time. you quickly slid off your shorts, leaving you in a pair of black panties. you wished you had something sexier, but you weren’t expecting this to happen.

matt rejoined you on the bed in only his boxers, leaning down and kissing you passionately. you eagerly respond, leaning up to apply more pressure. you swiftly move your legs, flipping the two of you so matt was now laying on his back. you place soft kisses down his neck, letting your hands trace his chest until you shuffle down, your face level with his groin.

you toy with the band of his boxers, “can i take this off?” you ask sweetly, your eyes lighting up as matt had to take in a deep breath before replying.

“please.”

you slowly hook your fingers underneath the band, letting your hands feel the soft skin of his hips. you slightly scratch the skin with your nails, loving the way his stomach tensed underneath your fingertips. matt lightly thrusts his hips, glaring down at you.

“stop teasing.” he demands, and you couldn’t help but whine at his tone of voice. you quickly pull his boxers down, letting him kick them off before you resume your position between his legs.

his hard dick was standing tall, with a thick vein begging to be licked on the underside. you stick out your tongue and run it underneath his dick, before you take his head into your mouth and softly suck, while licking his slit. he hisses at the feeling, throwing his head back briefly before he’s looking down at you again.

he gathers your hair into a pony tail, “been dreaming ‘bout this…” he trails off with a moan as you take him further into your throat. holding eye contact as your nose presses against his skin, holding yourself there until tears spill from your eyes.

you slowly pull back, “holy shit.” matt muttered, dragging your head forward to take his shaft down your throat again. you moan around his dick when he started thrusting, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

“such a good girl for me.” matt whined out, his arm flexing as he guided your head. you couldn’t help but whimper upon seeing the way his veins flexed on his tattooed arm. your thighs clenched together, attempting to relieve some of the pressure that had built since this morning. his stomach began to constrict, approaching his peak way quicker than he wanted too.

he hurriedly pulled your head away from him, groaning as the cold air hit his sensitive prick, helping you to straddle his waist.

“gonna be my good girl and ride me, baby?” he whispered, looking up at you. he quickly pulled off your panties and ran a finger through your slit. you rocked your hips into his hand, lewd moans escaping your mouth as he slipped a finger into your heat.

“matt.” you gasped, reaching to hold onto his broad shoulders as he slipped a second finger inside of you, stretching you for his dick.

“doin’ so well for me.” he praised you, making you clench around his fingers. “ah so you like being my good girl?” he teased you, making you bite your lip to suppress a smile as you nodded.

matt slipped his fingers out of you, grabbing your hips to help you hover over his dick.

“you really want this?” he asks you, making you nod rapidly, “words.”

you whimper, “yes i want this matt. so bad.”

matt accepts the answer and lines his tip up with your entrance, holding eye contact as he slowly lowers you. your mouth drops in a silent moan at the delicious stretch, sighing in content as matt finally bottomed out, letting you adjust before gently pushing and pulling your hips.

“you feel so good around me.” matt pants, doing his best to not thrust up into you yet.

you groan at his words, finally lifting yourself and slamming back down onto him. you quickly find a steady pace, your eyes falling shut. matt doesn’t like this, as he removes one hand from your hip to gently grip your throat.

“i wanna see how good i make you feel, open them pretty eyes princess.” he demands, and you swear you almost came on the spot.

“‘m sorry,” you whine, “feels so good.” your pace quickens, feeling your orgasam building. matt takes notice and before you know it, he had flipped you underneath him. you whine at the loss of his dick buried inside of you, but before you could say anything he was pounding into you like no tomorrow.

his silver horse necklace was hanging in between the two of you, driving you crazy as he looked down at you. he gripped one hand on his headboard to stabilize himself, the other trailing down to your boob and cupping it roughly.

the stimulation was almost too much, “matt ‘m gonna cum.” you whimpered, clenching down on him again.

“fuck, me too,” he admitted, leaning down to place a brief kiss to your swollen lips. your glossy eyes traveled down to where you two were connected. your jaw drops as you can see an imprint of matt’s dick as he’s quickly thrusting, making matt look down.

“fuck.” hr groans, removing his hand from your boob as he presses down on your lower stomach. your back arches, feeling even more full as you clench on him as you come.

“matt!” you practically scream, digging your nails into his back, triggering matt’s release. he’s a whimpering mess above you, slowly fucking his cum into you, finally halting his movements when you’ve both come down from your highs.

“did so good for me.” he gently whispers, as he collapses on top of you. you grin to yourself, bringing a hand to his hair and begin to rub your fingernails against his scalp, knowing how much he loves it.

the two of you lay in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before he’s gently pulling out of you and standing from the bed. he quickly slips on his boxers and peaks his head out of his door, before slipping out and shutting the door behind him.

he comes back seconds later, with a damp rag, approaching you still laying on the bed.

“you’ll thank me later.” he quickly cleaned you up, rubbing your thigh lovingly as he did so. once he got rid of the wash cloth he helped you slip on his t-shirt before the two of you cuddled up together.

“i hate to be that bitch, but where does this leave us?” you timidly ask as you grab onto matt’s hand.

matt pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, “i kinda figured we were dating, i mean we are in love with each other.” he laughed softly, making you turn slightly to meet his gaze.

“i’m fine with that.” you shrugged, grinning up at him.

“good,” he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, “‘cause that would’ve been awkward.”

you open your mouth to reply but get cut off by soft knocks to matt’s bedroom door.

“are you guys done? the video is done and i need matt’s approval.” nick asked through the door, before his footsteps could be heard as he walked away.

you and matt immediately looked to each other in horror.

“guess i should’ve been more quiet.”

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo #youtube #writers on tumblr

[cannibaled]

situations

wanted to challenge myself, since i'm used to only writing for ocs. i thought it'd be fun doing something different with a preexisting character and self insert :3 —

☆ warnings: none, slight nsfw. mostly in language.

☆ premise: possessive felix, farleigh being farleigh

it was difficult being felix catton's best friend. much less, his younger best friend.. which, happened to only be by a year, by the way.

despite this fact, he treated you like a child. as if he was an overprotective college brother, holding control over his high-school sister. except, you both attended college. the. same. one. you were schoolmates, for gods sake.

there was a set of unspoken rules felix expected you to follow. with you both attending oxford, it only made it that much easier for him to watch you.

you could be friends with his friends, but not too close with the guys. you couldn't hook up at parties if he was there. he would make a scene, and bust the poor guys ass. it was aggravating. you were grown, desperate to explore college hookup culture with an itch that needed scratching, and despite how annoying he was, he was sweet. you couldn't just snap at him. just imagining him looking like a kicked puppy enough to scar you for years. and, he did he mean well, really. his execution just sucked.

you took a drag from the joint that hung lazily between your fingers, inhaling the smoke that escaped from your lips. loud music, muffled due to the barrier of doors separating you from the party inside, caused the large house to vibrate. it was late, and the summer air had cooled into a refreshing breeze. something you needed desperately, having felt suffocated from the hot, sweaty bodies that trapped you in.

the door opened and closed, slamming shut with forcefulness that demanded attention. you turned, looking up curiously at the person who interrupted your pity party. there farleigh start stood, in all his 6'5 glory. he quirked a thick eyebrow at you and took a seat next to you on the step, leaning back with a sort of lazy confidence that caused your lips to twitch.

"well, look who it is," the boy drawled sarcastically. "little (L/N)."

"shutup," you groaned, giving him a glare when he plucked the joint from your fingers.

he took a drag himself, playfully blowing the smoke in your face. it was always difficult, with farleigh. you never really knew if he was playing around, teasing, or genuinely being mean-spirited sometimes.

"i'm finding it difficult to understand why the hell you're out there, when the party is in there."

you didn't respond, still pouting over the joint. his lips quirked into an amused grin, and he held it back out to you.

"what? will felix crucify you for joking back or something?"

"ha ha ha." you responded dryly, snatching the joint back. you took one last drag before putting it out, slipping it back in the little case you carried around. "i'm just having a bad night, and i'm not in the mood for your bullying."

"what's up?" he was still leaning back on his elbows, but when you looked at him - really looked at him, you could see a twinkle of concern in his pretty brown eyes. you swallowed, feeling annoyed. pulling your knees towards your chest, you rested your elbow upon them and your head in a hand. "it's embarrassing."

"oh, come on. i'm not going to make it a big deal." you shot him a suspicious look, and farleigh held his hands up in surrender.

"just..it's annoying. not being able to date, and stuff. felix is really overprotective, and it's annoying. and of course, everyone listens to the tall golden boy."

"i see," farleigh tsked. "so, you need to fuck, but felix is preventing that."

you turned your body so you could smack at him, causing him to laugh and grab your wrists. "way to be blunt, dude," you hissed, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"c'mon, it's nothing to be shy about. sex is perfectly natural." your eyes flickered down to his large hands, which swallowed up your wrists. you took a shaky deep breath, but made no move to pull away.

"why am i even having this conversation with y-"

"i can help."

you blinked. "huh?"

"i said, i can help. i'll fuck you. luckily for you, i happen to be the only guy in this preppy ass school who isn't afraid of felix."

you stared at him in surprise, and he simply raised his eyebrows at you, an amused smirk on his lips. "well? you can say no."

"..fine."

you remembered every detail from that night. from the way you felt eyes burning into your back as you and farleigh kissed hungrily, almost devouring each other. from the way the feeling of being watched intensified as you and him left to his room - or, more so, how he dragged you along, and you struggled to keep up. everything was clear in your mind from the moment your lips locked once more in the privacy of his room, the way his hands eagerly but gently undressed you, to after, when you tell asleep on his chest.

that's why, it was difficult for you to understand why he was denying anything had happened. you remembered him saying he wasn't afraid of felix, so, why?

you had woke to pure chaos, alone in farleigh's bed. you rushed to your room to get dressed before heading downstairs, tired eyes falling onto a pissed off felix, and annoyed farleigh. oliver sat quietly, his icy eyes observing the two quietly.

"what the fuck is going on?" you huffed out, almost jumping when felix turned to face you.

"did you and farleigh fuck?"

"w-what? excuse me?"

"oliver said you did. he saw you two leaving together and making out."

you stared in disbelief.

"yes." you said finally, crossing your arms over your chest.

"oliver is a lying, delusional little bastard." farleigh spat, and you shot him a hurt glare.

"yeah, i find it hard to believe you can't keep it in your pants, far," felix shot back, sarcastically.

"i wouldn't fuck her if we were the last two people on earth, felix."

that did it. your face stung with anger, hot and red, your eyes burning with tears. the room was quiet and still, and the irritated furrow in farleigh's brows dropped. he knew he went too far.

"you know what - this is bullshit. im a grown ass woman. so, believe what you want, but i can have sex with whoever the hell i want. you don't own me, and you can't protect me forever."

jaw clenched, you turned on your heel and stormed upstairs, slamming your room door. the old estate shook, but all you could do was throw yourself in bed, and scream into your pillow.

you stayed holed up in your room all day. meals were brought to you, courtesy of duncan and you guessed, venetia, who felt bad and requested it. you only opened your curtains to smoke by the window, attempting to avoid the three as much as possible. you knew you wouldn't be able to stay in there forever, but you needed to calm down. to breathe. you didn't go out to seek them, and they left you alone as well.

it was late when you heard a knock on your room door, and you peeked over the pillow that you buried your face in. you were restless, eyes swollen from crying. how ironic was it that you visited saltburn to celebrate another successful year, to get away from the stress of school, and let go; but, yet, you were more stressed than the exams and studying could have possibly made you.

you didn't answer to whoever was at the door, instead turning away. regardless, whoever it was decided to let themselves in, and you sat up angrily, eyes locking with farleigh's.

"what do you want?"

"i was worried about you."

"great. you see that i'm very much alive, so... bye."

his eyebrows twitched with annoyance, but, surprisingly, he didn't make a snide mark in return. he took a seat next to you, his large body taking up most of the space in your little bed. you scooted away, as if you had been burned, curling into yourself and leaning against the headboard. neither of you said anything. you stared, and he fidgeted with the bracelet that hung loosely on his wrist.

"i thought you weren't afraid of felix." you spoke, your voice cold. he looked up, peeking over at you from beneath his lashes. you suddenly felt angry again. why did he have to be so pretty? and why did he have to look so.. vulnerable?

"i'm not afraid of him. but i'm afraid of losing him." you said nothing. you supposed that was fair.

"but," he continued, his deep voice raspy from yelling earlier. "i should've stood up to him. lets face it, you're an adult. i am, too. plus, oliver is a nosy little shitstarter." you hid your amused smile in your knees.

"you know, i wasn't even all that angry with you. i was hurt. felix and oliver? i was pissed. but, it's just, like.." you took a deep breath when farleigh looked at you, and outstretched your legs.

your hands shook ever so slightly, but you rested them under the backs of your knees. "i really like you. you're always so catty, and sometimes really mean. but i still like you and i don't know why. i mean, i know why," you scratched your cheek awkwardly, your face burning. you avoided looking at him. "i was really happy when you made a move on me last night. but i don't know, when you said what you did today, i felt scared that you just wanted that to be a one time thing."

"baby, i purposely went looking for you," he responded, just as blunt as ever. but, he was gentle. soft. he gingerly gripped your ankles and pulled you closer to him until your butt was flush against his thigh, and propped your legs over his lap. his large hands rested on your legs, rubbing circles into your skin. "it's hard for me to commit, and shit. you've known me for a while, so you know that." you simply hummed. "but, i want to apologize for being a major dick, and make it up to you."

you felt dizzy. sick, almost. resting your head on his broad shoulder, you peered up at him, taking in his pretty features. how annoyingly clear and smooth his skin was, how his lips were naturally pouty.

"and how do you intend to do that?"

"fuck, i'm not a date person, but-" you gave him a look. he swallowed, and gave you a lopsided grin in return. "butttt, i would like to take you out. okay?"

"i thought you were supposed to be making it up to me."

"yeah?"

you looked at him expectantly, and his head fell back into the wall behind him. groaning softly, he closed his eyes, his smile widening. "god, okay. please?"

"please what?"

"please, go out with me."

you hummed, pretending to think, and plucked faux lint from his shirt. he narrowed his eyes at you, squeezing your calves roughly. "c'mon."

"okay, okay. i guess i could, since i'm free and all."

"you'd be free, anyway. i'd have you make time for me."

with a toothy grin, you scooted closer and closer until you could throw yourself over your lap, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. his hands found their rightful place on your hips, before slipping down to grip your ass.

"farleigh start, you are spoiled."

#saltburn #farleigh start #farleigh x reader #farleigh start x reader #felix catton #oliver quick #jacob elordi #barry keoghan #farleigh #oliver #felix #venetia catton

[starry-crossing-zone]

Oh, Captain - Rex (TCW)

Summary: The 501st is getting a new Co-General and Rex wants to be prepared. His brothers, however, dare him to flirt with a woman at 79s the night before. Length: 1370 words Warnings: Unnamed Female Character (Can be Read as OC or Reader); Rex's Horrible Flirting Skills; Fives is a Menace

79s was packed full of clones as usual, though the color scheme of the night was predominantly blue and yellow for the 501st and 212th. They had just finished a battle together in the Mid Rim and returned to Coruscant to resupply before they shipped out again. And in the case of the 501st, they were on Coruscant to pick up their new Jedi general. 

It was the only reason why Rex went out that night in the first place. 

He had to make sure that all of his men were presentable for their meeting with the new assistant general, who had been assigned to the battalion so that General Skywalker could be called away more often. General Skywalker assured Rex that the new assistant general wouldn’t be that much of a stick in the mud, but Rex didn’t want to take a risk. 

“Oh, come on, Rex, you heard the General. The new general’s fun. Have a drink for kriff’s sake,” Fives urged, placing a drink in front of Rex. 

“I’m all set, Fives,” Rex replied, pushing the drink away from him. 

“Who is the new assistant general, anyways?” Echo asked curiously, leaning over. “The Commander didn’t have a name.”

“I bet they’re a brand new Jedi. Young like General Skywalker,” Jesse stated, earning some nods. “He mentioned that they trained together.”

“It’s not for us to speculate,” Rex replied, earning a sigh from some of his brothers. “We need to be prepared. I don’t want the new general’s first impression of us to be that we look sloppy.”

“Oh, relax, Rex,” Cody spoke up, causing the rest of the 501st to perk up. If anyone could talk some sense into Rex, it would be Cody. “You’re going to be fine. Have a drink. We were just in trenches on a dustball for fifteen rotations. Or maybe make a new friend.”

“Like her,” Fives interjected, smacking Rex on the shoulder. 

The entire table turned to watch a humanoid woman take a seat at the bar. A woman alone in a clone bar? It would be about five seconds before she was swarmed. But there was something about her that intrigued Rex. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was just something about her that drew all of his attention without any work at all. 

“I’ve never seen her here before,” Echo stated as the woman ordered a drink. 

“I wouldn’t mind seeing her around,” Fives spoke up before glancing at Rex. “And looks like you wouldn’t either, Captain.”

“Not all of us think with what’s under our codpieces, Fives,” Rex grunted in return. 

“I’m thinking that they are, though,” Jesse pointed out, gesturing to two clones who made their way over to the mysterious woman. “Hopefully her first experience with a clone isn’t one of Fox’s shinies. She’ll never come to a clone bar again.”

Rex glanced over at the woman again before getting up from his seat. Fives looked over at Echo with a shit-eating grin, to which Echo simply rolled his eyes. Rex walked around the bar, nodding to his brothers that he passed, but keeping his gaze on the mystery woman and the two clones that sat down next to her. 

But before they got too far into a conversation, she seemed to say something with a seductive smile and his brothers got up and left her alone without a word of protest. Now, downright curious, Rex found his legs carrying him over to the woman. She turned her head and their eyes met for the first time. His heart seemed to stutter as he took the last few steps toward her. 

“They weren’t bothering you, were they?” Rex asked, causing the woman to smile. 

“No, not at all. I told them that I was just looking for a drink and nothing more. They seemed to do the rest of the math.” She took a sip of her drink, peering over the rim of her glass and practically into Rex’s soul. “Sorry if you were planning on playing hero, Commander.”

“It’s Captain, actually. Captain Rex,” Rex introduced himself, causing the woman’s eyes to widen a small fraction. 

“My apologies, Captain Rex.”

And there was that arrhythmia again. Was this woman part-siren or something?

“You can just call me Rex,” he assured her, causing the woman to smile softly. “And what exactly should I call you, ma’am?”

“Anything but ‘ma’am’,” she quipped, taking another sip of her drink. “You’re making me feel a little too old, Captain.” 

Kriff, he could get used to her calling him that. 

They got to talking. Not so much specifics about themselves, but rather life around them. The GAR, galactic politics, the drink menu. Rex didn’t even realize that he literally didn’t know any basic facts about the woman until she got up to leave for the night. 

“Do you come to this part of town often?” Rex asked, causing the woman to chuckle. 

“Not usually, but I suppose I could make an exception . . . Captain.”

Rex watched her walk out the door before he was suddenly swarmed by brothers, rattling off question after question. Up until Cody, as the highest ranking officer of the bunch, took control of the situation and asked one simple question. 

“What’s her name?”

Rex opened his mouth to reply, but instead winced, causing his brothers around him to groan. 

“He’s hopeless,” Fives sighed, shaking his head. 

“He was hopeless the second that he decided to follow your advice,” Echo pointed out. 

*~*~*~*

Rex walked through the rows of his men, inspecting them one last time while the General and Commander brought aboard their new General. Co-General. Whatever. Either way, Rex wanted to impress them. And that meant that his men had to be in tip top shape. But when he heard the doors to the hangar open, Rex quickly took his place at the front. 

Only to nearly drop his helmet when he recognized the woman walking with Anakin and Ahsoka. And when he heard Fives’s giggle, he could only swallow down a choice set of words.

“And here’s our captain, Rex,” Anakin introduced, causing their eyes to lock for the first time since the bar. “The best of the best.”

“I would expect no less,” she replied with an easygoing and mischievous smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Captain Rex.”

“You as well, General,” Rex practically choked out, trying to not sweat through his blacks. 

“Rex, this the new co-general,” Ahsoka introduced, adding the general’s name. “She was Master Plo Koon’s padawan and served with the Wolffe Pack.”

“Why’d you leave it, General?” Rex directed towards the new general, who smiled at him. 

“The Jedi Council needed someone to babysit General Skywalker and because I value public service above my own sanity—”

“—This whole spiel again?” Anakin complained, causing her to turn to him. 

“You're just upset because Admiral Yularen laughed in your face when I told him what happened back on Corellia when you—”

“—Perhaps we should move on to the rest of the tour,” Anakin stressed, causing her to smirk. 

“Of course.”

Anakin and Ahsoka led the way through the rows of troopers, though she lingered behind them. Looking over her shoulder, she offered Rex a smile that made his heart stop for a moment all over again. 

“I’ll be back to meet the full battalion formally once the rest of my briefings are concluded. If that fits with your timeline, Captain?”

“Yes, of course, General.”

“Great.” She offered him a curt nod before that smirk returned. “And next time we’re at 79s, drinks are on me, Captain.”

The galaxy was testing him today, that was for sure. Rex watched her walk off with Anakin and Ahsoka before slowly putting his bucket back on his head. 

“Fives,” he growled out. “You have exactly five seconds before—”

Fives took off in a sprint across the hangar and Rex took off after him. Echo sighed and shook his head before turning to his comms. Sending Commander Cody a message that Rex did learn that the woman that he was flirting with last night was the new general, Echo couldn’t help but laugh as he watched Fives evade Rex. 

“Well, this is going to be interesting.”

#captain rex #sw tcw #tcw #captain rex x reader #captain rex x oc #captain rex x jedi reader #captain rex x female reader #rex x reader #rex x oc

[sokkadora]

bad for business — mizu x fem!reader

summary: she’s good for my heart, but she’s bad for business!

a/n: first fic of the year :3 also remember to pirate this show because the creators are violent zionists!!!

wc: 590

warning(s): fluff, angst, mizu being sad :<

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

requests are open!

︿︿︿︿︿︿ ✎ᝰ . . . .

Mizu stared blankly at the wall on the other side of the room from your shared bed, wishing that her mind could be half as empty as her expression.

She sighed deeply and turned her head to look to you— your bare back turned to her, skin almost glistening in the moonlight emitting from the window as your form rose and fell with slow and steady breaths. A far cry from your condition before the both of you had left for London.

She reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her finger brushing against the scar on your cheek. She almost smiled at the memory of how it got there— accidentally slicing your cheek while teaching you to duel with a sword. It was your bad in her defense; you just had to use those stupid beautiful eyes on her.

Sighing, she shifted her focus back to the wooden walls of the ship, and tried to push the images of you on the brink of death from her mind.

The two of you had finally caught up with Fowler, but you’d split up and ending up getting wounded badly by the man before she’d found the both of you. As if she didn’t have enough of a reason to hate him.

Bruised ribs, a concussion, and a stab wound from an arrow of your own crafting through your stomach were not a fun combination to experience. So she’d been told by you, at least.

She wished she’d just been cruel enough to leave you behind. Let you freeze to death or get eaten by wolves, so she didn’t have to feel this guilt over having the only person she gives a shit about get wounded for the sake of her revenge trip.

Love was a death trap.

You’d have thought after Mikio, that would’ve been jammed through her damn skull. But then she met you.

The only thing that gave her a reason to make it out of the other side of this mission.

Maybe she should send you on the next boat back to Japan. Yeah; once they landed in London, she’d do anything she had to in order to get you back home and away from her.

A soft grunt pulled her from her head, slowly turning her head towards you as you turned your head back and hummed.

“Hey,” She whispers through the dark, squinting as you started turning to face her while laying on your right side. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t,” You rasped, eyes still closed as you reached out for her and hugged her forearm to your chest. “I felt like you weren’t here and got worried.” You grumbled against her arm, letting out a nearly blissful sigh.

She falls silent, the guilt for even thinking— fathoming the thought to leave you behind started to gnaw at her now.

She calls your name softly, causing you to hum through your sleepiness curiously.

“I…” She swallows, throat bobbing. “I love you.”

You respond, with zero hesitation. She always believed she was an impossible to love; she was an Onryō, a demon, a godforsaken woman who had been cursed to live a life her on this miserable world…

“I love you too.” You smile against her arm, “So much.”

And you loved her like it was breathing.

She couldn’t leave you behind.

She watches you slip under the heavenly covers of sleep with a smile on your lips before ripping her gaze away from you again.

“Shit.”

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[tongue-like-a-razor]

Congratulations for you 5k!!! 🎉🎉🎉

About BFF , could you make a Jake POV about baby B , like when he started have feelings for her and when he started talk with Bradley about her.

Hey babe! Thank you so much <3

I'm thinking that Jake probably started to have feelings for Baby B the night that they spent at the ER. Or, that's when he started to realize it, at least. Here's a little blurb from Jake's POV!

5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Brother's Best Friend - Emergency

Jake Seresin x Reader

Jake returns your intake form to the front desk and sits back down beside you. “All done,” he says proudly.

You roll your eyes.

“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you’,” he suggests.

You give him a flat look like he’s annoying the shit out of you or something.

Jake raises his eyebrows. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Hope not,” you say calmly. “I’m allergic, remember?”

Jake snorts, playfully nudging your shoulder with his.

After several moments of silence, you say, “Having a fun night?”

He can tell that you’re being sarcastic, but Jake’s actually having a pretty good time with you, even if it is at a hospital. It’s not a surprise; you’ve always been exceptional company. “The best,” he responds in an ironic tone because he doesn’t want you to take him too seriously, despite meaning exactly what he says.

You grimace. “Sorry for ruining the evening.”

Jake looks over at you with a smirk. “You should be,” he says. “So rude of you.”

You shake your head with a smile. “I’m the worst.”

Jake laughs. “I wasn’t gonna say it.”

Your mouth drops open in outrage and you smack him on the shoulder.

Jake cowers slightly, still chuckling. “This isn’t helping your case.”

You lower your hand, still grinning.

“How’s the ankle?” he asks.

You straighten your leg out in front of you, lifting your ankle into view. “Still there,” you reply casually.

Jake chuckles mildly and leans forward to examine the swelling. “Looks terrible,” he remarks.

“Don’t be mean!” you cry offendedly, pulling your foot into your lap to cradle your ankle.

“I meant, it looks painful,” Jake clarifies with a laugh. “You dork.”

You sigh, wincing as you bring your foot back down to the ground.

You spend the next hour talking about how much fun you were having at the bonfire and all Jake could think is how much more fun he’s having just hanging out with you. It bothers him, for some reason, when you tell him about the hot guy who was hitting on you all evening and how upset you are that he never asked for your number. And finally, when you slowly start to drift off to sleep, Jake begins to understand why.

He looks down at you curiously, as your head rests on his shoulder, wondering why you leaning on him feels so good. He takes a moment to admire the features of your face before realizing how creepy it is that he’s watching you sleep. He turns away in disgust; he has no business looking at you like that. You’re his best friend’s baby sister, for fuck’s sake. He should not be noticing how pretty you are, or how cute you look in overall shorts. He should not be thinking about how funny your jokes are or how sweet your smile is.

In short, he should not be falling for you. But he realizes with absolute dread that he is. Or possibly, that he already has. Talk about a fucking emergency.

5k Celly

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[kaicubus]

Dating Shuntaro Chishiya

warnings ✩° : mentions of guns or weaponry, mentions of killing for the sake of you.

pairing ✩° : shuntaro chishiya x gn!reader

authors note ✩° : i was giggling writing all the funny bits in this. bro be ducking and weaving with his hands in his pockets LMFAO. also he was my favorite in season one,, but now it’s more kuina and arisu bc arisu is just so babygirl...i also feel like in the manga chishiya is MUCH more scary so i included some of those attributes in here.

- ‘Touch them and you die’ type.

- Chishiya acts confused when you're mad at him and he’ll drag out an argument for the sake of pissing you off further or messing with you. He could care less if you're actually mad at him since he knows that with a few words everything will be fixed, it’s like a game to him.

- Uses degrading pet names such as ‘bunny’ or ‘pet’ and on some occasions, ‘darling’ just to skew your perception of your relationship.

- If he could care less about anything, he could care less about what anyone else has to say about you. Meaning if he’s in a meeting where no one else is allowed but ‘special’ members of The Beach, Chishiya is going to bring you along and no one’s going to stop them. Even if anyone has the nerve or you're uncomfortable being in the presence of such high strung figures, he remains smug faced and unfazed.

- Embodiment of strangers in public and lovers in private. He doesn't really show affection that often in front of anyone else, but if you two are alone he’s somewhat intimate. Because of his dark mentality, it takes a while for Chishiya to fully accept the fact you both like each other so he’s still a little cautious of the idea of your guys relationship.

- Chishiya loves teasing you, to the point it’s almost bullying. He has an unfair advantage given his sheer ability to just pop out of no where despite him NEVER running and just keeping his hands in his pockets like a damn fool. But he likes coming up behind you and leaning onto your back, catching you off guard as he rests his chin on your shoulder and looks at you curiously.

- If he has a weapon and someone is seen flirting with you or making you physically uncomfortable during a game or not, he’s going to use it without hesitation.

- I imagine that before you guys started dating, Chishiya had betrayed//tricked you at least once. This would make your relationship a sort of enemies to lovers, at least on your end.

- Being better friends with Kuina than your own boyfriend since he’s the silent type, and Kuina is more fun than him—they both know this. She loves you anyways since you have WAY more emotion than Chishiya and you are also more fun than him or at least more caring.

- During games, you are Chishiya’s last worry. He knows you can handle yourself just as much as you know he could care less of who dies or who lives, you included. He’s always respectful of your ideas and is generally just silent when it comes to your paired games together.

- Have you guys seen Banana Fish? I headcanon that if there were a russian roulette game of some heart variation, he’ll take a bullet for you only to question why there’s none inside. Of course upon seeing Chishiya attempt to off himself to let you live, you're just a lot bit worried.

- Sometimes even if he is really intelligent and cunning, he’s pretty oblivious and therefore deemed stupid in your mind. But he’s not stupid, he’s just focusing on other things that are more important in that moment...

- If it’s not a high speed game, Chishiya will hold your hand inside his pocket and you two will just walk around at his slow ass pace. If it is though, you're the one pulling him along...with his hands in his pockets.

- Despite how mean he can be sometimes, he’s still capable of complimenting you and getting you flustered with his teasing.

“You're pretty fascinating Y/n.”

But he almost always ruins it with some backhanded statement afterwards.

“For someone with those mental capabilities, I didn't know you could figure it out.”

- There are times where Chishiya is sweet, like times where he’ll put his hand on your head and hold it there even if you two are on the move. Sometimes it can be annoying but other times it’s a really nice comfort to be compressed between the floor and his palm.

- He’s very quiet so he sneaks around and scares you a bunch, even if you're expecting him.

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[blue-jisungs]

love is the fuel

author's note. minghao is so?? he’s inspiration himself. like whatever i’d come up with, he’ll always fit the scenario. or in general, i feel like i just want to write for him again and again and again??? do you get me???

author's note. cursing

word count. 729

the soft jazz music filled the room, along with quiet sounds of minghao folding the paper. it was calm and relaxing, especially with the rain drops tenderly drumming on your windows.

suddenly there of a ping! of incoming text, followed by–

“for fuck’s sake! god damnit, no! i’m done, i have enough! no, no, no. i’m not doing it anymore!” you whined and stood from your chair, paddling around the table. minghao looked at you, slightly amused and concerned.

you let out a deep sigh, pushing your hair back.

“what is it, love?” he asked gently, putting away the origami figure he just finished making. then he rested his chin on his palms, watching you.

“can i just drop it? oh, i know! we can just marry secretly with no family whatsoever or, or they will just stand there like everyone wants! i don’t care…” you grunted and leaned against the chair, gripping the backrest. your future husband tilted his head curiously, lips curling into a smile.

“honey, i don’t know what happened but don’t let it make you want to run away” he chuckled, slowly grabbing another paper to start folding another origami figure. maybe a tiger now, for soonyoung.

“no but…” you whined and rushed next to him, plopping down. then you handed him your phone with the text you just got “it’s my aunt. she just texted me she doesn’t want to sit next to mrs lee because they just had a fight. and if there’s no option for her to sit somewhere else then either she won’t come or she wants mrs lee not to come”

minghao halted his moves, gaze shifting at you.

“i… can we switch? you’re doing what you like, having fun the origami and i’m struggling with the seats” you grunted, crossing your arms.

sure, you knew planning a wedding will be hard but you hoped it will make some great memories and people will help. and yeah, your and hao’s friends helped in this and that but there were certain cases that you had to take care of. like seating the guests.

“but you wanted to do it in first place, baby” he hummed, amused by the aunt drama.

“yeah but… i thought it will be fun. how do you have the patience to do that and i don’t…” you mumbled, resting your head on the table (careful enough not to crush his paper figures).

“i don’t”

you looked up, sending him a confused look. minghao scoffed at your cutely frowned eyebrows.

your fiancé wanted to hand make origami figures for each guest and staff member. some of them were personalised, like tiger for hoshi or cats for wonwoo, jun and woozi. that way they could enjoy the wedding as well and take the figurines home as a precious memory.

“sure, i thought it will be fun. just like you. but i ran out of patience, especially when some of them just didn’t look right. for example, the one for lee sungkyung took me three days to finally get it right. i wanted to give up, really” he sighed and started tracking shapes on your arm “but then i thought… it won’t be fair, right? some of the guests will be treated like royalty and some won’t? but above all the love for you is my fuel”

“what?” you looked up, meeting his ebony irises. he caressed your face and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“whenever i wanted to give up i thought about you. how hardworking you are… or how much i love you. and it worked” he hummed “i can help you if you want, hm?”

you nodded, pecking his jaw.

“thank you. and i love you so much” you said. a bright smile bloomed on his face

“show me the plan, what do you have so far” he put the origamis away gently, careful not to destroy them. especially the one he made for you, from the hand-written letter he wrote (obviously you didn’t know, he will give it to you after the ceremony) “maybe we could place seungcheol next to your aunt? i’m sure she’d love his company”

you giggled, to your fiancé’s relief. he couldn’t help himself but place another loving kiss on your forehead. grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers, he listened to you as you explained all the seat arrangements.

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[lightwing-s]

hi! this might be a little self indulgent (and it's okay if you don't want to write about it♡) but i was thinking about how jason would comfort reader after she lost her job? or maybe him comforting her in any stressful situation

With a heavy sigh, you threw yourself on the sofa, sitting right beside your boyfriend, who curiously looked up at you from his phone.

Jason noticed your saddened eyes, burning so much from holding back tears, and the pout adorning your lips accompanied by your trembling chin.

“I got fired,” you said softly, answering the question he did not need to mouth.

Throwing his phone on the side table, Jason immediately engulfed you in a tight, long hug. He caressed his hands on your arm, giving you extra warmth as he peppered kisses on top of your head. “Oh, baby! You’ll be alright.”

You held on to him tightly in return, burying your face on his neck and letting a few tears slide. You were not going to cry over this, you were not.

For what might’ve been either hours or just a few minutes, Jason embraced you silently, letting you adjust and understand your emotions before speaking up.

“Do you have any plans?” he asked. Being your answer yes or no, he was already plotting a plan of his own. You gave your answer by shaking your head, not daring to lift it from its position. “Alright, we’ll figure things out. I’ll help you with whatever you need until then, okay?”

He pulled away, forcing you to look up at him. He looked at you with soft, careful eyes, eyes that brought you more warmth than his arms ever could. In it, he hoped you’d see that by whatever he meant everything. Everything you needed he’d do it for you.

He’d help you type and edit your résumé, making sure it looked appealing to whatever jobs you were after. He’d take you to all your interviews, always arriving early because it would leave a good impression of you. If you didn’t have much money saved, he’d have you eat at his house, shower, god damn it he’d even let you move in if it meant you wouldn’t worry about money.

He’d ask Bruce for tips to help you get hired, and if your job was something available within Wayne Enterprises, he’d quietly let Bruce know he should consider offering you a position (perhaps threatening him a little just for fun with a gun and full on Red Hood gear).

He’d be the best boyfriend ever because he’d make sure you were cared for during this period, feeding you, treating you to gifts and little outings to forget about job hunting just for a while. He’d also make sure you’d only accept a spot that he saw as valuable, not filler jobs just for the sake of it, but one that could really offer you a good opportunity, career growth and a nice future.

And when the day you arrive home, all happy and excited, rambling out words to let him know that you’d gotten a new job, he’d let out some tears. Proud of his girl, proud of you for never giving up.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 16

Day Fifteen | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Seventeen

Pairing: Indiana Jones x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked

Warnings: Role reversal; period-typical attitudes toward sex; vaginal sex; riding unsafe sex; creampie

He starts to turn up to your classes midway through October. You’ve seen his picture in the paper, heard the conspiratorial whispers of the enamored co-eds across campus, but you’ve never met the man. 

You notice him right off the bat—it’s impossible not to. If it hadn’t been for the way most of the female students were twisting in their seats to get a look at him, his countenance would’ve given him away. He was dressed far more professionally than your students, and watching you far more closely than any of them were as well. The afternoon sun glinted off of his glasses as he tracked your movement, from walking into the lecture hall, to setting down your briefcase as you greeted your students.

-- 

You’ve nearly forgotten him by the lecture’s end, as your students pack up their things and file out. You focus on getting your scattered notes and attendance sheets together, certain that Jones will trail out with the rest of them. You feel someone watching you as you tuck your notes and attendance into a folder. You glance up, expecting one of your students, but finding him standing there instead. 

“Dr. Jones,” You greet, turning your attention back to your bag. “Is there something that I can help you with?” 

“Brody told me that he’d hired someone else in the history department, but I haven’t had the time to come and get acquainted.” 

“Well, that probably had something to do with your recent excursion to Guatemala.” 

He chuckles softly. “I see my reputation precedes me.” 

“It certainly does.” 

“I just wanted to stop by, say hello…Get a look at the professor that’s been poaching my students.” 

“They probably wouldn’t be so easy to poach if you turned up to more than a third of your lectures during a given semester.” 

You close your satchel, lifting the strap onto your shoulder and straightening up. He searches your face, eyes narrowing slightly behind his frames. 

“Are you headed back to your office?” He asked. “I’d be happy to walk you.”

“Home, actually. I’m done for the day.” 

“Could I drive you?” 

“That’s quite alright, I drove myself here this morning.” 

Jones nods slowly, gaze sweeping curiously over you. 

“Perhaps I could drop by one of your lectures again.” 

“What for?” 

“Fun. I enjoyed it.” 

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Maybe I could teach you a thing or two about a thing or two.” 

Jones’ lips curled with a smile as he nodded. 

“We’ll see about that.” 

--  

“What was that crack about me missing classes?” 

You throw a surly glare over your shoulder at Indiana as he grins up at you. This was not the plan. 

After a week, Dr. Jones had made it a point to visit at least one of your classes. After a month, you were planning a lecture series together over dinners and drinks. After two months, Jones had managed to talk you into taking a little weekend trip with him—for the sake of the lecture series, of course.

“I'll go on one condition,” You’d warned, pointing firmly at him. 

“I’m listening.” 

“I need to be back by noon on Monday at the latest. I have a lecture at three and I despise missing classes.” 

“...I will do my best.”

“Jones.” 

“Cross my heart, honey.” 

He’d raised his hand and crossed his heart, then raised his right hand and gestured, “Scout’s honor.” 

You’d wanted to be grated by all of it—the smile, the crossing of his heart, his scout’s honor, the way he’d called you honey. But you’d gone into the weekend with a curious new feeling. You didn’t think that Indiana really wanted to get together for lecture notes, you thought that he wanted to, well…

Well, you’d gotten the impression that Indiana may be interested in you—romantically. It was rare that a man like that asked you to drinks just to talk about the legacy of Alexander the Great, or insisted on walking you to your door afterward. 

A weekend away had seemed perfectly in order to kick off the far-less-than-professional side of your relationship. You’d packed your cutest clothes—you'd been excited.

And now rather than snuggling up, you’re following an artifact fencer into a cave in the middle of the Grand Canyon at 3pm on a Monday, dirtying your second favorite outfit, and fighting the urge to sock the grinning fool squarely in the jaw.

“Stifle it, Jones.” 

-- 

You throw the door to your hotel room open, stomping irritatedly inside and reaching back to shove the door shut again. You don’t hear it close, but you do hear the thud of Indiana’s feet behind you. 

“What’s the matter with you?” He asks, shutting the door behind himself. 

“You promised, Jones. Crossed your damn heart, if you even have one.” 

“Wouldya quit pouting? We did a good thing,” Jones argues. “So you missed a class, so what?” 

“It’s the principle of the thing!” You argue, whirling around on him. He’s stunningly close, his brows raised as he watches you. You scowl as he grins amusedly. 

“Why did you invite me out here, anyway, Jones?” You add. Something flickers in his gaze just enough for you to seize on. 

“For the lecture series,” He insists. “Obviously.” 

“Obviously?” You narrow your eyes, stepping toe-to-toe with him. “That’s all?” 

“Why else would I have invited you?” 

“For something like this, perhaps?” You reach out, grasping his cheeks and draw him in. He flails a bit for balance as your lips crash together. He steadies himself as he rests his hands on your hips, sighing softly against them as he uses his grasp to pull you closer. You let him steer you back toward the bed, but before he can push you down, you turn and give Indiana a push. He bounces back onto the mattresses, eyes wide as he peers up at you, his kiss-plumped lips parted in surprise. You smile, straddling his lap as he propped himself up on his elbows. 

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?” He asks, sliding his hands over your thighs. 

“You’ve been giving me orders all afternoon, Jones. It’s time to let me steer.” 

-- 

You watched Indiana’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. He’d hardly taken his eyes off of you as you’d undressed, hardly been able to keep still as you’d climbed onto his lap. Now, his eyelids lowered as you slowly rolled your hips, sliding down onto his cock. 

“C’mon,” He groans. 

“Shut up.” 

“You wanted to steer, but don't know how to drive.”

“We don’t need to floor it. Besides,” You give your hips a little swivel. “I’ve already got the key in the ignition.” 

Indiana growls low in his chest, his head falling back against the pillows as you cast him a wicked grin. You brace your hands on either side of his head, bowing down over him. 

“You’re really not used to this, are you?” You murmurs.

“Don’t get a big head, honey. I’m so used to this it’d make a Parisian courtesan blush.” 

“Not this,” You chuckled, tightening up around him, and grinning as he grips your hips more tightly. “I meant not being in charge.” 

Indiana glares up at you with muted wrath, a deep breath drawing in through his nose. You giggle, leaning back and giving a showy bite to your lip as your hips meet Indiana’s. 

“You aren’t,” You insist as you set a punishingly slow pace. “It’s driving you crazy. Look at that little tick jumping in your jaw.” 

Indiana’s hands raise to grasp your breasts, but you catch hold of his hands, intertwining your fingers and using your full force to pin them up over his head. His arms flex as he presses up against your grip, and you know that Indiana could easily throw you over. You brush your lips against his, then dip closer for a deeper kiss as you begin to grind your hips unhurriedly. Indiana’s lips part beneath yours, his tongue swiping out to brush and tease against yours.

He loses himself in your kisses, letting his straining muscles go slack against the mattress as you screw your hips down against his.  You finally draw back from the kiss, shivering as Indiana leans up, swiping his tongue against your peaked nipple. You sigh, pressing your hips back against his and arching your back to push your breasts into his face. He turns his head, nuzzling the valley of breasts before sucking your other breast between his lips. You reach down, playing with your tingling clit and brushing against the slick base of Indiana’s shaft. 

Your pace begins to falter as your attention is torn between the press of Indiana’s cock and the practiced swipe of your fingers against your own flesh. You gasp softly as the familiar sensation of your orgasm begins sneaking up on you. You let go of Indiana’s other hand and push yourself up, resting your hand on his chest as you pick up your pace. You look down at Indiana and find him watching you closely as you use him for your own pleasure. You curl your fingers, nails digging into Indiana’s chest. He groans, grasping your hips and using the grip to take control of the pace. 

You don’t bother to stop him. You just tip your head back and thumb one of your nipples, cursing as you finally cum. Indiana pushes himself up against you, his chest pressed against yours. His arm hooks around your waist, pulling you closer. You can hear the grunts and groans beneath his breath, feel the harsh pants as he grows closer and closer beneath you. Indiana draws you down on top of him again, using his grip on your hips to fuck you through your orgasm. You watch his eyes roll back into his head, his groan choked out as he fills you. your cunt still twitching around him. You sigh softly, snuggling against Indiana’s chest as he calms. You smile as Indiana’s arms curl around your back, keeping you close. 

“...Tell you what,” He mumbles after a moment. “You’re not such a bad driver.” 

You chuckle, rolling off of Indiana and onto your back. 

“I’m flattered.” 

You gaze up at the ceiling as you feel Indiana roll onto your side, watching you closely. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

“How long can I convince you to stay here?” He murmurs.

“In bed?” 

“In Arizona.”

You scoff, turning to look at indiana. 

“You’re kidding.” 

“I’m not.” 

“I’ve got classes tomorrow, Jones.”

“Skip ‘em.” 

You roll your eyes, looking up at the ceiling again. 

“Ridiculous.” 

Indiana reaches out, stroking gently along your arm. 

“You really give a damn,” He comments. His voice is soft, almost stunned. 

“Making fun of me?” 

“No,” Indiana insists. “Hell, I like it.”

"Maybe I could teach you a thing or two about it."

"Giving a damn?"

"Mhm. Teach you how to keep your promises, next."

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[normal-internet-user]

Hi, how are you? May I request Rise Donnie having a "love at first sight"(I guess you could say?) moment when he meets fem!reader for the first time? (Maybe Reader is one of April's friends?)

YES YES! ANON, JUST- YES-

HELLO, HELLO

♡~~♡~~♡~~♡~~♡

Summary: Donnie never expected to experience "Love at first sight", to be honest, he never believed it was real. At least untill you captured his attention...

Warnings:

Requested: Mhm!

No pronouns specified!

....................................

Oh, the cruel twist of fate.

Donnie never expected to be one of those love sick fools, blindly admiring someone whom had encaptured their hearts with a mere shared glance.

On the contrary, he'd laughed the idea away. Something like that could never happen to someone like him.

But now here he stood, blushing like a fool as he watched you happily get aquainted with his brothers. April had offered to introduce them to a close friend of hers, that friend being you.

Donnie hadn't really thought much of the offer, simply taking it as an opportunity to add a new ally to their band of misfits. When you met his eyes however, he couldn't help himself but be a tad more interested in you, and when you spoke that was the final nail in his metaphorical coffin.

You had encaptured his heart, just as he had always feared someone would. Now he was but a love smitten child who knew no way to navigate these new feelings.

How had you done this to him?

Was it the shimmer in your eyes?

The way you carried yourself?

Was it the way you spoke and how happily you discussed your hobbies?

Perhaps it was a combination of all of these that made you oh so perfect. Perhaps this was mere interest, just a small curiousity that could be satified in due time, yes, that was it. You had simply peaked his interest. It was the only logical conclussion, what else could these feelings possibly be?

Well he knew what else, but he wanted to ignore that possiblity.

Ignore it.

That's what was best.

But your eyes.

Just a single glance was enough to show him that you were alot more complicated than you appeared. Perhaps that's how you gained his attention. Donnie wanted nothing more in that moment than to unlock every secret you held, to learn who you were, and he hated that.

He had just met you for Newton's sake!

These feelings were going to be a problem.

A really big problem...

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All done Anon! I had tons of fun with this one lol, can you tell?

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #rottmnt #donnie x reader #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Normie writes #rise!donnie x reader #rise headcanons #female reader #donnie x fem reader

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Not saying "I love you" back to them

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairings: Itadori, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Cussing?, suggestive on Megumi and Sukuna's part

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: Huh! My first official Jjk work🚶🏻‍♀️

This tik tok compilation on youtube

↳Itadori

Knowing your boyfriend's schedule, you knew he was about to leave for gym any minute now; so you sat in the living room, doing your daily makeup so he'll see you before he goes out. Knowing him, he wouldn't go anywhere without hearing you say it back to him and since he had developed a habit of saying "I love you" every time he was about to leave, you knew that this prank was going to be a big success.

If the angle your camera was recording wasn't fucked up, obviously. You could only hope for that.

Hearing his voice getting louder, you focused on curling up your eyelashes while keeping an eye on him imperceptibly. He was wearing a hoodie, as usual, with not so long black shorts and a pair of black sneakers. The sight of his muscular thighs was enough to distract you or even stop him from going, but you had to keep it together, for the sake of the prank.

"Babe!" He smiled when he spotted you sitting on the couch with a mirror in your hand. You looked pretty as always, killing the urge for going to the gym inside him. Maybe he could forget about working out, just for today, and enjoy the company of his precious S/o.

"Baby! I'm off to the gym!" "Ok! Have fun!"

Well, seems like you're not really in the mood, cause your usual sulky face and cries of "BUT I'LL MISS YOU SO MUCH" and "WE CAN DO SOMETHING ELSE THAT MAKES YOUR BODY REMAIN IN SHAPE" were gone. Ok! maybe today was not a good time for it.

"So... I'll be off then. Bye! I love you!" He waved at you before going inside the hallway that leaded to the door. You warily watched where he was standing from the corner of your eye, counting to yourself.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five.

"Babe?!" His head suddenly peeked inside the living room as his body was behind the wall.

"Yes Yuji? Something wrong?" You watched him curiously, playing dumb while trying not to burst into laughter.

"Um... I said I'll be going then" "I know honey. You're going to the gym" "Yes. Yes I am" He scratched his head with confusion, thinking about how weird he looked at the moment. "Ok then... I'll see you later!"

"Ok! Bye!" "I love you!" "Bye bye!" "BABE?"

Now he was next to you, both hands on your shoulders to draw your attention back to him as he looked at you with panic in his eyes.

"Why are you- Are you mad at me or something?" You knotted your eyebrows while biting your cheeks from the inside to hold yourself back from laughing. "Why would I be mad at you? Did you do something bad?" "No!" "Then what is it? You're being really weird right now!" "You're the one who's weird! I said I love you and you didn't respond to me!" "I just though you were stating a fact I didn't know that I should say anything!"

"You know what ok ok" He took a deep breath, shaking his head to calm himself down a little bit. He then cupped your cheeks, planted a small kiss on your forehead and stared into your eyes as he smiled softly. "I love you so much baby..."

If this was any ordinary moment, you would have been all over him smooching every inch of his skin; but now was not an ordinary time, so you fought with the urge to suffocate him in your arms as you smiled back at him and poked his cheeks with your palm a few times.

"Awww, thank you so much!"

"BABE STOP-"

↳Megumi

You lied on your boyfriend's bed, enjoying the sight of him changing his casual clothes into more formal ones as you playfully moved your feet that were arrayed with a pair of black knee socks up and down, flaunting your long pretty legs more than before. Megumi would have thought about spreading your legs for him to have his way with you, but unfortunately, Gojo was waiting for him at Shinjuku station.

"Stop doing this to me Y/n" He said as he grabbed his coat, holding himself back from slapping your ass that was visible due to your shirt- well technically his- being too big for you so it could easily wend up, especially with how your legs were still sweeping in the air.

"I don't know what you're talking about" You teased, resting your chin on your hand as you watched him unwillingly taking his stare away from your thighs while sighing and approaching the door. "I'm off now. Don't do anything stupid until I come back" "Ok, daddy~" "Stop. Goodbye. I love you..." "Mhm! Goodbye to you too!" Your joyful tune made him stop in the track, looking back at you only to meet your mischievous stare and playful smile.

Did you just... ignored his display of affection?

Really? After how many times he practiced with Itadori and put up with his mockery?

"You..." "What?" Your smile extended on your face, making you look naughtier than you already were. "Why do you look like you were just hit by a bat on your ass?"

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" He gazed you sharply, raising his eyebrows as he observed your expression.

"Hm... Don't know what you're talking about" You started playing with your hands, avoiding his stare while peeking at his figure.

"Ok then" He huffed as he slammed the door behind him, assuring you that you weren't going to hear those words from him for a long period of time.

↳Sukuna

Sukuna was about to leave the house for some business he refused to inform you about because apparently "That's not why he's hanging out with you", which was partly the reason why you wanted to play this prank on him. The other reason was that you were simply curious to know what would his reaction be toward it and since he had just admitted his feeling for you, you were a little bit doubtful on whether you should do this to him or not; but him trying to keep his distance from you when it came to his schemes fortified the urge to teach him a small lesson.

"Oi Y/n, I'm heading off" "Whatever, I'm still not talking to you"

He raised an eyebrow at your words, thinking how bold you've become due to him spoiling you. But then again, it was turning him on a little bit, not that he was willing to admit it. "Now now, We talked about this. I'm not involving you in my work"

"What if I wanna be involved in it?" You sulked while resting your back on the wall, watching him putting his shirt up unwillingly because it seemed that walking around shirtlessly in the streets was not really common in the 21th century, which was already pissing him off; so You being a pain in his ass was not really needed at the moment.

"I don't care about what you want. You're not cut out for it and I won't ever let you put yourself in danger just because you want to"

You were probably aware of that, but now wasn't the right time to feel butterflies in your stomach because of the fact that he actually cared about you.

"Hmph!" You tilted your to the otherside so that he wouldn't be able to see the slight hints of blush spreading out on your cheeks. "Fine then... Just... Be careful ok?"

"You don't need to worry about the great Sukuna at all, doll" He smirked as he grabbed the keys on the drawer, reaching for the door knob. "I'll be back after a while. ok?" "Ok..." "Bye then... I love you!" "Bye!"

And the door was shut. You looked at the door, stunned, because you were expecting anything but him ignoring you for this. Knowing his dominant nature, he would have cared about you not saying it back to him. But just as you were about to head to your room, the door was suddenly wide open and his figure appeared in the doorway.

"Y/n?" He carefully examined your face for... something you didn't know about, but he seemed to have found it, because he quickly slammed the door and the next thing you knew you were pinned to the wall with his muscular arms surrounding you.

"Brat! You think you're so smart huh? Trying to get back at me like this"

If it was the past you would say the reason you were having goosebumps was because of fear, but you knew this look;

You knew he was about to teach his brat of a girlfriend a lesson. A lesson that would make it difficult for her to walk the next day.

You found yourself trembling with excitement as he grabbed your chin with his hand, daring you to break eye contact with him. You probably had to say something, but before you could even open your mouth, he throw you over his shoulder and leaded to the bedroom.

"B-babe!? What are you-" "Shhh, bad girl. Who said you're allowed to talk?" "But... what about the thing you wanted to do?" "That can wait for a while. I don't tolerate this kind of behavior, brat. How am I supposed to expect others to respect me when my own girl is a rebellious little one, huh?" He threw you on the bed, grinning as he ripped his shirt apart to make you drool over those sexy abs of his.

"Now, where are the handcuffs?"

Yeah, you probably won't be able to walk tomorrow, but seriously, who were you to protest?

↳Gojo

Your boyfriend was about to leave for some meeting with the headmaster of the other school, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to tease him a little bit. So when he cupped your cheeks to smooch you before going out as he usually did, you wrapped your arms around his waist, staring into those gorgeous ocean eyes of his.

"Promise you'll come back soon?" "Believe me princess, I have no intention of wasting my time chatting with some feather brained old hags" He placed one last kiss on your forehead before wearing his blindfold and heading to the doorway. "Wear something pretty for me when I come back!" "Focus on your job, you pervert!" " I love you baby!" "Ok bye!"

He suddenly stopped walking, and turned around as he put a wide smile on his face, hoisting his blindfold a little bit to stare at you with a playful smirk. That familiar smirk that only meant one thing...

"You've seen that trend haven't you?" "You're the one who introduced tiktok to me~" "And clearly that was a mistake"

Reblogs are appreciated :>

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[wannaeatramyeon]

The Yakuza daughter! S/o x Gun basically made me fangirl as I imagine them being a power couple lol. I now wonder if you got part 2 in that like Goo just discover Gun ring on his hand and a photo of his fiancée/wife in his photo (I just imagine that he took a photo of s/o in a lingerie lol)

Ughhhh Sam, this idea is too fun. Here's a much much quicker follow up with a lot less Yakuza-ness (sorry 🙇🏻‍♀️).

Gun Park x Reader: After I do (feat Goo)

Goo finds out. Follow up to 'I do' fic here

"How was Japan?"

Goo watches Gun washing the blood from his hands. Something about Gun has changed. He seems... different. Goo couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was Japan. Maybe it's the guy just being a freakshow as per usual.

Gun side-eyes him. The response is clipped, short, singular.

"Fine."

"Not like you to take an extended leave."

"..."

The lack of answer doesn't deter Goo, all too used to his partner's silence. "Business or personal?"

"..."

"Anything I should worry about?"

"..."

"Are you planning anything?"

"..."

"Did you pick up my Sanrio-"

Gun thrusts his hands in the dryer, the blasts of air drowning out Goo's incessant questioning. Unfortunately, this doesn't last long enough. Nothing ever does once the blonde's curiousity is piqued.

As soon as the whirring stops, Goo opens his mouth once again and Gun finally responds. "No, no and no. Shut up."

Hmph. Looks like Goo won't get anything else from this asshole. With a glint in his eye, he asks his final question, "You owe me for covering your duties. Was Crystal always this annoying?"

Gun reluctantly smiles. "Yes."

.

.

"What does our big bad boss want?"

Gun scans his phone. The message from just moments ago wasn't anything of significance to their mission. Although. The selfie of you in a seductive pose and risque underwear might be a distraction.

He appreciates it for a beat longer then locks the device. "It's not our boss."

That's the end of that conversation. Or so he thought.

"Huh?" Goo's eyes dart over to him with increasing frequency and the car starts to swerve.

Gun will not die by his hand because this fucking maniac can't keep his eyes on the road. Begrudgingly, he elaborates, "It's personal."

The blonde's eyes bulge out at this admission, "During work hours? Who wants to text a mean bastard like you?"

For fuck's sake. Can't this fucking idiot ever mind his own business.

Goo continues, "Who the hell would even want to be friends with you? I hope you're not plotting anything against me..." A malicious snicker, "Or are you dating? You should introduce me to them, they must be a firecracker!"

Gun tunes out his partner, a skill he has long mastered.

But when his phone buzzes for the third time in as many minutes, with you no doubt sending yet another racy image, Gun has to physically restrain himself from looking (and internally curses you for your poor timing).

Goo tries to swipe at the phone. "Hey, let me text back!"

Gun moves it effortlessly out of arm's reach. "If you're not going to keep those eyes on the road, then I can just pluck them from your head."

"You're no fun." Goo pouts, narrowly missing driving into a ravine.

.

.

"Oppa~ do you want a bite of this sushi?"

"No."

"Are you sure? It's really delicious!"

"..."

"Just a little taste!"

"Come near me again, I'll jam the sushi and the chopsticks down your throat."

"Ahhh~! Goo, your friend is so mean!"

What the fuck? Gun seems to be in an even more sour mood than usual. The last time the both of them were at this Gangnam bar, Gun had no issues with the women. Someone to warm his bed for the night, he had figured.

This evening though? He didn't even bat an eyelid in their direction.

"Gun! You can at least be nice to these sweethearts!" Goo snaps.

"No." Gun replies simply, getting up to leave.

What a fucking weirdo, Goo thinks. Oh well, more sushi for me.

.

.

"Since when did you wear jewellery?"

Goo snatches Gun's left hand, pulling it up to his face and holding it so close he is cross-eyed behind his glasses.

He absolutely has not seen this before, his brows furrow at this very odd addition. A plain, silver-coloured ring wrapped around the fourth finger.

Yanking his hand back, Gun responds. "Since I want to."

"A plain ring? On that finger?" Goo trails after him as he strides off, "You know what that means right? Wait..."

Goo completely stops in his tracks, "A couple band? Engagement? Are you...?"

Gun completely ignores him, increasing the distance between them.

No fucking way, right? The simple band on his hand is definitely something, but-

There's just-

No. fucking. way.

Who the fuck would be able to put up with Gun Park?

.

.

"Who's that?" Goo peers at the picture of the smokeshow on Gun's phone, catching a glimpse just before he tucks it into his pocket.

Having that image is certainly... a choice. Who is she though? A new k-pop idol? Gun doesn't seem like the type that would have an image of an idol or a celebrity as their background.

"My wife."

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Focus." Gun commands, as a gang of men come at them with knives and baseball bats.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Goo repeats, ducking to avoid a slash.

"I said, focus." Gun easily tanks a couple hits before returning some of his own.

"WHAT THE-" Goo's words are cut short as some thug takes advantage of his diverted attention and knocks his glasses off.

"FUCK- Fine." Goo elbows the guy in the solar plexus then easily plucks the baseball bat from his now slack grip. "Let me just borrow this~"

.

.

"You must be Goo Kim!"

Turning on the hostess charm, you note how Goo has to almost literally pick his jaw off the floor with your entrance.

Gun leans against the doorframe, observing with quiet smugness at the reaction. You had dropped in at the HNH offices to join Gun for lunch. Usually he would pick a better time and place but the level of questioning from Goo had already surpassed absurd levels ever since he found out Gun was married.

The last few weeks had been hell.

"When did you get married?! You didn't invite me to the wedding? I wasn't your best man? Tell me, who was it! I'll beat them up! When can I meet your bride? Or are you scared I'll charm her away?"

And Gun had promised you a partnership of equals. With your short time in South Korea, you had more than enough proved your usefulness and loyalty. It's about time he cuts you in on the Crew business.

He surmises this is a way to kill two birds with one stone.

You're Gun's wife? This absolute knockout? With him? That fucking boring asshole?

Goo would have thought this is Gun's twisted idea of a prank if he hadn't found out that the guy barely had a sense of humour a long time ago. That time had almost ended in stitches for Goo.

"Mrs. Park!" He gives you a theatrical bow, "I've been so looking forward to working with you!"

"Just call me Y/N," you giggle.

Goo takes your hand, pressing a loud smooch to the top of it. Gun's entire body tenses at the contact. This does not go unnoticed by you.

You retract your hand back, subtly wiping the kiss away, "I can't wait to get stuck into all the details."

"Of course, Y/N!"

"There won't be any trouble from you, right, Goo?"

"Princess, don't you trust me?"

You look Goo dead in the eye, seeing through the fake hurt on his face and dropping your own act.

"No. And," you grab onto his crotch, digging in your nails as Goo yelps, "If there is even a whiff of anything amiss then I'm coming after your balls." Your grip tightens as he tries without success to push you off, "Got it?"

"ACK!! Fuck! Got it, got it!"

You release him, relishing at his squeal.

"If you've broken anything," Goo scowls, struggling to stand and cradling himself tenderly. "Ugh, you two are fucking made for each other. Psychos."

Gun arrives at your side with a smirk, he guides you by the small of your back, leading you out.

"Not bad," he murmurs into your ear, "You were wasted in Japan."

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