#'i hate this so much' i mutter as i aggressively make gifs

[byanyan]

stop that right now

[luvvictoria]

I've seen so many ghost x reader fics where the reader is younger than him, almost significantly so here an older!f!reader x our dear ghost <3

You're a few ranks above him, and he respects that—begrudgingly. Ghost isn’t the type to blindly follow authority, but you? You’ve earned it. You were in the field when he was still finding his footing, and that experience shows. He might not admit it, but there’s a weight in your voice that makes him listen.

The squad finds your dynamic hilarious. Price is used to being the eldest, but now there's you—someone who’s been through just as much, if not more, and yet just a few years younger than Price. Soap teases Ghost about it relentlessly.

“Damn, Lt., you’re really getting bossed around twice, huh?” “She’s my superior, Johnny.” “Aye, and she’s superior in general, yeah?”

You’ve seen more death than him—and you make sure he knows it. You carry your past like a badge of honor, not as a burden. It’s why, during a mission debrief, when someone asks how you managed to survive something that should’ve killed you, you just smirk and say:

“I’ve experienced death many times… but never my own.” And Ghost just stares. That’s his thing. The man who walks between life and death, the legend. But you? You say it like it’s a flex. He doesn’t know whether to be impressed or concerned. Probably both.

He hates how much you get under his skin. You know exactly what you’re doing. A little smirk here, a passing comment there. He’s not used to being the one thrown off-balance. It’s maddening. You call him “Simon” just to watch his reaction, because you know no one else does.

Fights between you two are rare but intense. Not in an aggressive way, but the tension? Palpable. Arguments usually happen when he thinks you’re taking unnecessary risks, and you remind him—

“I’ve been doing this longer than you, Ghost. Don’t forget that.” And that should shut him up. But instead, he grits his teeth and mutters, “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

He hates seeing you hurt. He knows you can handle yourself, knows you’ve seen worse, but it doesn’t stop the tight feeling in his chest when you get injured. The first time he sees you push through a wound like it’s nothing, he’s both impressed and furious.

“Christ, woman, you’re bleedin’.” “And?” “And I’d rather not watch you experience death again today, yeah?”

He falls for you without meaning to. It starts with admiration—your skill, your leadership, your confidence. Then it turns into something deeper. The way you can match his intensity, challenge him, command respect without asking for it. He never saw himself as the type to be into older women, but it’s not about the age—it’s about you.

When he does confess, it’s not smooth at all. It’s after a mission, maybe after you’ve both been through hell, and he just—

“Y’know, if you died, I’d be pissed.” “Good thing I won’t, then.” “…Noticed that.” And then, after a beat, he mutters, almost grudgingly: “Think I like you too much for my own good.” You just grin. “Took you long enough, Ghost.”

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

HEAR ME OUT!! ollie thinking felix is single right, hanging out at oxford and everything and then one night felix is nowhere to be seen and he finds him with a girl. turns out feliz is vv much not single but ollie knows her as the smart girl of the school so he's shocked by the pairing?!?!?!

Who would've thought? || Felix Catton x reader

A/n: I actually hate how I did this but oh well, also, my first felix catton fic did so well so quickly!!!! so happy you guys enjoyed it :)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, drinking, idk rlly im so bad w my warnings 😭

Wc: 764

Felix Catton Masterlist

"Gorgeous, isn't he?" Your voice causes Oliver to flinch as he whips his head to where the sound of your voice came from. "W-what-" He stammers. You giggle at his behaviour, taking a long drag from the cigarette before dropping it to the ground and stepping on it.

"I see the way you stare at him, Ollie. I don't blame you though, he's a sight for sore eyes," You sigh, leaning your head against the wall, watching Felix with his friends.

Oliver didn't know what to say. He only stared at you before gravitating his gaze back to Felix. Oliver knew you as one of the smartest girls at school, your grades rivalling with his.

"You can admit it. He's gorgeous." You open your mouth again, turning your head at Oliver with a grin. He gulps. "I-uhm-" He began before you interrupt him, "Come on, Ollie" Your tone was playful.

"He's gorgeous." Oliver quickly replied as you smile. You push yourself off the wall, patting Ollie's shoulder before leaving him standing there dumbfounded.

~

"Fuck!" You curse as you feel the hot liquid cascade down your front. You let out a loud groan, throwing your coffee cup in a nearby bin. "I'm so sorry-" "It's fine! Completely fine," You mutter to the idiot who bumped into you because his eyes was trained on a book.

You let out a deep sigh, checking your watch. You would be late if you turned back around to change. "Hey! Y/n!" You hear a voice call out from behind you. Turning your head you spot Oliver coming your way on his bike.

“Hey?” you greet him with a hint of confusion. Without a word, he unzips his backpack, pulling out a plaid shirt. “Wear this to cover the spill,” he suggests, a warm smile accompanying the gesture. You conceal any distaste with a subtle expression, graciously accepting the offered shirt.

“Uhm-” “Just return it later when you can,” he cuts you off, not giving you time to answer before riding off. You stand there, looking down at the plaid shirt, before letting out a sigh and slipping it on.

“Cute shirt, babe,” your boyfriend chuckles, and you respond with an eye roll, sitting down with a loud huff escaping your lips. “Don’t even. Some idiot bumped into me on the way here,” you mutter, opening your notebook aggressively.

Farleigh strolls in, joining the two of you, “Woah, loving the shirt, y/n. Where’d you get it from? The charity shop?” He jokes, prompting you to scowl at him. He raises his hands in surrender as Felix’s chuckles resonate beside you.

“Jesus, what’s got your panties tied up in a knot?” he laughs, taking a seat beside you while you choose to ignore him. Suddenly, Felix exclaims, “Oh, shit! Farleigh, we gotta go. Professor Davies wants to see us,” checking his watch before swiftly getting up.

Farleigh vents his frustration with a groan, “Sorry, babe. See you later?” Felix plants a kiss on your cheek, and you nod in response, waving the two boys off before redirecting your focus to the notebook in front of you.

“Hey,” you raise your head to find Oliver approaching. Flashing a warm smile, you greet him with a friendly, “Hi Oliver,” your attention briefly returning to your book as he stands there, exuding a hint of awkwardness.

“I’ll make sure to return your shirt once it’s washed,” you reassure him, receiving a silent nod in acknowledgment. Returning to your book, you shift your attention back to him, “Is there anything else you need?” He nervously scratches his neck. “Do you mind if I study with you?” His question catches you slightly off-guard.

“Absolutely, feel free,” you graciously respond, rearranging your belongings to create space for him to settle. A warm smile graces his face as he takes the offered seat, expressing gratitude with a simple “Thanks.” You reciprocate with a light chuckle, assuring him, “No problem at all.”

~

“He is such a nerd,” Farleigh snorts as you roll your eyes, your fingers moving to play with Felix’s necklace around his neck. Noticing your quietness, Felix looks at you on his lap. “You okay?” He says quietly as you hum, taking a sip out of his glass, before pressing your cheek against his, your eyes wandering around the table.

“I should probably go now, I don’t wanna study too late,” You let out a quiet sigh as you get up from your boyfriend’s lap. Felix lends a helping hand to adjust your skirt, smoothly guiding the denim down while playfully patting your ass, accompanied by a mischievous grin.

“Where are you going? It’s still so early!” Annabel shoots you a disapproving frown from across the table. “I really need to study for that test tomorrow,” you respond, the playful boos from others resonating as you playfully roll your eyes.

“Listen, I’ll buy the next round yeah?” Your offer is met with enthusiastic hoots as you chuckle. Rounds tend to be costly, especially with our group, but being part of a wealthy family, the expense doesn’t faze you.

Felix joins you in fetching the drinks before you wave at your group and make your exit. Outside, the cool night air embraces you as you walk down the stairs, and a twinge of regret sets in over your choice of attire.

Lost in thought, you accidentally collide with someone. Looking up, you find yourself face to face with Oliver, whose initial surprise transforms into recognition. “Oh, Oliver, hey,” you manage a smile, and he reciprocates it warmly.

“Hey. You headin’ back?” He gestures behind him with his thumb, and you nod, “Yeah, studying for that test we have tomorrow morning.” A chuckle escapes you as he nods, an awkward silence settling between the two of you.

“Is it, uh, busy in there?” Oliver speaks up. “Hm? Oh. Uhm, no, not really,” you shake your head. Another moment of silence follows. “Listen, Ollie, I should really get going,” you purse your lips as he moves aside. “Yeah, of course,” he offers you a warm smile, and you nod your head, walking away.

~

Over the course of the next couple days. Felix and Oliver had become very good friends. You would hear Felix’s recounts of his day when the two of you were entangled in each others arms and it always included Oliver.

The party rolled around and you found yourself dancing with Felix, your ass on his crotch as the two of you seamlessly moved to Sexyback.

With one hand cradling a red plastic cup filled with alcohol, and the other clasping a partially smoked cigarette, Felix guided your hips skillfully, his touch resting casually on your hipbone.

“You look so fuckin’ hot,” Felix exclaimed loudly over the music as you smirk to yourself, already abit tipsy. “Do you wanna go somewhere?” You reply back to him, turning around as he eagerly nods.

You giggle to yourself, knowing what the rest of the night would consist of. Fucking Felix. You stumbled as Felix pulled you along the house. “Fuck, these heels,” You moan in annoyance.

Eager to reach his dorm quicjly, Felix scooped you up in a bridal carry, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your back. A light squeal escaped you, drawing the attention of those around, their curious stares following the two of you.

The second he shut the door behind him, your clothes littered his room as he ravenously attacked your lips, his hands roaming around your body as you let out quiet moans, enjoying the way they groped every inch of your body.

Meanwhile, Oliver was roaming around the party, completely and utterly bored. He first wandered around looking for someone he knew, but that was only three people. You, Felix, and Michael. Michael wouldn’t even be there, so just you or Felix.

Acknowledging the fact that neither you or Felix were here, Oliver’s gaze fell on Farleigh at the other end of the room. With a joint in hand, reclining on the couch, Oliver decided to test his luck and headed in Farleigh’s direction.

“Do you know where Felix is?” Farleigh looks Oliver up and down before raising an eyebrow at him. “Why do you wanna know?” His tone was flat, bored from talking with Oliver already.

“Just wonderin’,” Oliver shrugged awkwardly. Farleigh, taking a long drag, nonchalantly answered, “He went back to his dorm, I think,” his tone uninterested as he flicked ash from his joint.

“Thanks,” Oliver nods his head before turning around. The walk to Felix’s dorm was all too familiar for him, often spending time there whenever he and Felix hung out.

He knocks on the door. No response. He knocked again. Still no response. Oliver then tried the door handle, twisting it only to find it unlocked. Opening the door with a loud creak as his eyes look around the dimly lit interior of Felix’s room.

“Felix-“ Oliver cuts himself off as he realises what he just walked in on. A feminine gasp reached his ears as he instinctively tried to avert his gaze. “For fuck’s sake, mate!” Felix’s irritated voice resonated, accompanied by the rustling of sheets in the room.

Felix quickly moves to cover the both of you as you screw your eyes shut. “Can’t you fuckin’ knock Ollie?” Felix exasperates as he slips on his boxers, his frame still covering you from Ollie’s eyes.

"Sorry, the door was unlocked, so I thought-" Oliver began, but Felix cut him off, "Yeah, well, you thought wrong," accompanied by an annoyed chuckle. You reached for Felix's shirt, slipping it on as you sat on the bed.

Oliver couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity at who Felix was fucking; there was no denying it. It couldn’t have been Annabel or India—two girls he's often heard talking about Felix as if they were together—both of them were at the party when he left. So who was it? “Seriously mate. If I don’t answer, I’m either not here or don’t want to answer,” Felix runs his hands through his hair.

He was very bothered that he was interrupted. Felix hated being interrupted in the middle of things. Especially sex with you. “Felix, it’s okay,” You rest your hand on his shoulder as he looks back at you.

Oliver's jaw hung open, frozen in a momentary state of shock, as your head playfully emerged beside Felix. His eyes widened as he tried to process the unexpected sight before him. A cascade of questions flooded his mind, evident in the incredulous expression on his face. "Hi, Ollie," you greeted with a light chuckle, amusement dancing in your eyes as you observed his stunned reaction.

The air seemed charged with a mixture of surprise and curiosity as Oliver stammered through his words, attempting to articulate the myriad of questions racing through his mind. "I- What- Are you two-" he fumbled, his sentences colliding in his attempt to understand the situation unfolding before him.

Felix, ever nonchalant, cut through the awkward tension with a matter-of-fact tone. "She's my girlfriend," he stated, his words hanging in the air. As if to emphasize the point, you casually moved to sit on Felix's lap.

A moment of stunned silence enveloped Oliver. Felix had a girlfriend, and it was you. The revelation hit him with unexpected force, leaving him momentarily breathless. Questions swirled in his mind, and he couldn't comprehend why no one had ever mentioned it before.

"Why do you look so shocked, Ollie?" Felix chuckled, a lighthearted tone in his voice, while you added to the teasing atmosphere with a playful giggle. You could practically sense Oliver's head spinning with the unasked questions, creating an intriguing air of mystery around the situation.

Oliver's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise as he processed the unexpected pairing. He released a nonchalant shrug, attempting to mask the internal whirlwind of thoughts.

"No one’s ever said anything about it, I just assumed you both were single," he admitted, his eyes fixed on you and Felix. Oliver's head continued to shake in a subtle attempt to grasp the reality of you being in a relationship with Felix.

A faint smile played on your lips as you tilted your head at him, a touch of amusement in your gaze. "You never asked," you pointed out casually, your words hanging in the air. Oliver's lips formed a perfect 'O' as he absorbed the implication, silently nodding in acknowledgment.

The room was then engulfed in an awkward silence, the weight of unspoken words lingering in the atmosphere. Sensing the discomfort, Oliver took the initiative to break the tension. "Uhm, I should get going," he announced, his hand absently scratching the back of his head. Felix, understanding the unspoken cue, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, go ahead."

Oliver's lips pursed, his gaze flickering between you and Felix, caught in a moment of realization. With a slightly awkward smile, you innocently waved at him. "Bye, Ollie!" you chimed in a light-hearted manner, attempting to alleviate the awkwardness as he leaves the dorm.

Felix couldn't hide his amusement. "You really didn't tell him?" he asked, breaking the silence with a playful smile as he looked down at you. In response, you innocently shrugged. "I didn't think it was that necessary to bring it up, besides, he really never asked."

[illbegottenfaith]

the one where you make theo cry (an ain’t that love inspired drabble)

Theodore Nott was hardly the kind of man who wore his heart on his sleeve. He had spent years perfecting his signature air of indifference, the one that captivated most others, what compelled them to make an impression on him. Of course, all that fell away when it came to you.

It started subtly. A sigh escaping your lips after a long day would leave him restless, make his bones a little weary. When you rubbed your temples in frustration, he found himself getting agitated with you - whatever was vexing you so undoubtedly deserved his irritation too. And when you laughed - loud, unabashed - it felt like a breath of fresh air.

Not that he'd admit it to anyone. No, he'd promised himself a long time ago, he wouldn't tell a soul - not his friends, not his family, and certainly not you. Little did he know he had yet to see a moment of yours that would truly unravel him at the seams.

It happened on an ordinary Tuesday whilst tracking down Mattheo. He had checked their dorm, the Great Hall, the Quidditch pitch, everywhere - which left solely your dorm. Theo vaguely remembered him mentioning something about fixing one of the pipes in the bathroom, which was really just a ploy to impress one of your roommates more than anything.

But as he passed through the Slytherin common room on his way there, your droopy, teary eyes peering up at him for a split second, Theo swore he felt something inside of him crack open. You weren’t crying, not quite, but you were close. And Merlin, he hated it. Hated how his throat constricted, how his chest tightened, how his own stomach twisted with the bitterness of your misery.

He looked almost comically stricken briefly before straightening his face. "What's wrong?" he asked, voice low.

"It’s nothing." You shook your head, brushing it off with a tight, superficial smile as you moved up to make room for him. "Mattheo’s almost done, he’ll be down in a second."

Still taken aback, Theo accepted the seat beside you 

"It doesn't look like nothing," he prompted. You laughed weakly, dabbing at your eyes.

"Don't worry. It is, really. I'm just feeling a little…hormonal today." Your gaze fell back to the book and almost immediately, your emotions betrayed you once again.

You sniffled as your face screwed up in your effort to choke back your sobs. Theo felt a lump in his throat and an unfamiliar stinging sensation at the corners of his eyes.

“It’s just - “ you forced out, “he’s so small. Look at him, Theo. He’s tiny. He doesn’t know anything. He doesn’t know about taxes. He doesn’t even know about taxes.”

Theo finally caught sight of the page of your book. It had a picture of a baby niffler, no bigger than the size of your thumb - tiny, soft, with big, round, trusting (if only slightly mischievous) eyes.

As you dissolved into more stifled sobs, Theo blinked, caught completely off guard. Then, to everyone’s horror - including his own - his eyes misted over too.

"Oh, for fuck’s sake," Blaise muttered from across the room, watching the scene unfold. "Are you actually crying?"

“It’s fucking tiny.”

Theo scowled at him, aggressively wiping his face. He wasn’t sure what was worse—the sound of your quiet, shuddering breaths, or the way your shoulders trembled under his hands as he pulled you close.

You hiccupped between sobs. "I just love it so much."

Theo swallowed thickly, nodding. "Yeah. Me too." He glanced at the book in your lap again. He hugged you closer, deciding you were right - how dare a Niffler be that tiny, baby or otherwise?

Blaise sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Right. I’ve seen enough."

Theo’s tears dried as quickly as they came, but the two of you stayed pressed together for a long time after Blaise left, even after your breathing had slowed into something more measured once again. You pressed your cool check against his shoulder, half-dozing.

Unthinkingly, Theo pried your clenched fist open. Surprisingly, you let him thread his fingers through your own. He glanced down at you, at the soft locks of hair curling around your tearstained face. He resisted the urge to press a kiss to the top of your head.

You looked up at him questioning. His grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly.

“Just - just let me, alright?”

A playful smile tugged at your lips. “You’re ridiculous, Teddy.” Your smile turned teasing. “Wait till Mattheo hears you cried over a baby niffler.”

Theo took on a wounded look. “So did you.”

As the two of you curled up again, Theo decided that this emotional telepathy wasn’t the worst thing in the world. When you sighed, he sighed. When you laughed, he laughed. When you hurt, he hurt. When you cried over a baby niffler… apparently, he did, too.

He hardly dared to think it, but he did it all the same.

Wasn’t that love?

[fear-is-truth]

wow i love the way you write nam-gyu! would you mind writing his attempt to make things right if he was given a second chance in a relationship? I’m basing this off of your last post with him where you said if he was given a second chance he would at least genuinely try. Have a great day! ❤️

NAM-GYU ❝ TRYING ❞ TO BE A GOOD BOYFRIEND. . .

content — gn!reader ・nam-gyu is still toxic & overall a shitty boyfriend・headcanons

a/n — i love this horrid man.

he starts overcompensating in small, almost pitiful ways. buying you gifts you didn’t ask for, running errands he wouldn’t have done before, doing the dishes without being asked. it’s as though he thinks he can earn your forgiveness through sheer persistence.

and it works because the bar is so low to begin with, it’s practically a tripping hazard in hell.

he’s not above love-bombing if it means keeping you. but it’s not entirely manipulative—there’s a small part of him that genuinely believes he can be better, even if he doesn’t know what that looks like.

he doesn’t like when you talk about the breakup. he’ll deflect, change the subject, or turn it into a joke. the idea of revisiting that time makes him feel pathetic, and he absolutely hates that.

keeps asking you if you’re happy. the question comes out of nowhere—he needs constant reassurance, like your happiness is the only proof he has that he’s not screwing this up again.

no matter how much he wants to try and fix things, he can’t completely shake the bitterness. deep down, he hates being the one begging for forgiveness. sometimes it slips out in muttered comments or passive-aggressive digs when he feels like he’s not being appreciated enough for trying.

gets this haunted look when you mention any moment from the time you were apart. it doesn’t matter if it’s innocent or unrelated to him—he’ll start overthinking it. where were you? who were you with?

paranoid about losing you again, and it shows in the way he checks your phone, asks too many questions about where you’ve been, or sulks when you spend time with other people.

if you call him out, he’ll switch gears fast. nam-gyu knows exactly what to say to deflect blame or make you second-guess your own feelings. he’s silver-tongued in a way that makes you want to forgive him, even when you know you probably shouldn’t.

despite his efforts, nam-gyu has a habit of reverting to old patterns. he gets frustrated when things don’t improve immediately and lashes out verbally. but as soon as he sees your hurt expression, he’s quick to backtrack, softening his tone and apologising—but the authenticity is up for debate.

there are sporadic bursts of effort. maybe he remembers a small detail you mentioned in passing and surprises you with it, or he takes you somewhere meaningful to “start fresh.” these moments feel real because, for a fleeting second, they are. but they’re often short-lived, drowned out by his issues.

he tries to hold back when you fight, but sometimes he just slips. the venom comes out before he can stop it, and the second he sees your face fall, he’s begging for forgiveness. the cycle exhausts you both.

tries to make up for his outbursts with affection. his hands are always on you—your waist, your wrist, the back of your neck. sure it’s possessive, but there’s a desperation to it too, because he’s trying to prove he still has a right to touch you.

there’s a subtle change in the way he looks at you now. before, there was always the arrogance of knowing you’d stick around no matter what. now, he’s bracing himself for the moment you’ll tell him it’s over for good.

he convinces himself that as long as you’re still there, things can get better. even if he doesn’t fully believe in his own ability to change, he holds onto the idea that you believe in him. it’s a crutch, one that keeps him from truly taking accountability but also keeps him trying—and he is. but there’s also a part of him that still believes he can’t fully change, that this is just who he is, and it’s up to you to decide if you can live with it.

[seresinhangmanjake]

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x reader on her period

Summary: Feyd doesn’t like anyone keeping him from his wife’s side, especially when she’s in pain. 

*Based on an anon ask. Whoever that was, I hope this makes it to you :)*

Notes/Warnings: the subject is reader’s period; period pain; naive Feyd; threatening and aggressive Feyd; soft Feyd; Feyd hates everyone but his wife; allusion to period sex but no actual smut, mention of pregnancy. 

Words: 1150

Feyd-Rautha Masterlist

“Get out of my way!” he snaps from the other side of the bedroom door, and you swell with guilt as you imagine your handmaid shivering like an unprotected baby critter. Which, in Giedi Prime, is exactly what she is. 

She’s your critter that, at your request three weeks ago, Feyd agreed to have accompany you from your home planet following the wedding. You wanted something familiar and comfortable within reach and told him her presence would support you in adapting to your new life as his wife.

At the time, you took his compliance as a promising sign. He didn’t particularly care for the people of Caladan, but he cared for you enough to set aside his distaste for an additional outsider in his palace. But that distaste never fails to return tenfold whenever the Caladanian traditions and practices that your handmaid refuses to let go of get in Feyd’s way. 

“Move!” you hear in that menacing tone. 

You want to rush to her defense before things get out of hand, but you can’t so much as shift on the bed without your body aching. 

“M-My Lord,” Nadya stutters. “It’s not proper to see my Lady in her condition.”

A groan rips from your throat from more than just the pain in your abdomen. You’ve tried to explain to her that the Harkonnens do not abide by the same parameters of modesty that your people do, but she’s not nearly as open-minded when it comes to accepting a different lifestyle. However, she needs to shut her mouth and let him pass. There are much worse things than your husband witnessing you in the throes of monthly bleeding. 

Feyd practically growls, and then you hear the scrape of a metal knife unsheathing and a light feminine gasp. 

“I have not killed you solely because she requested it of me,” he says. “But if you refuse to let me see my wife, then I have no reason to continue my generosity and you will be offered to my harpies for their nighttime meal.”

Fuck. You know he’ll do it. Your husband is an ‘ask for forgiveness, not permission’ kind of man, and the fact that his harpies have been eyeing your handmaid for a while only encourages his mind’s reasoning. 

Reaching toward your nightstand, your fingers wrap around the handle of the little service bell you were given and give it a shake. A moment later, the door opens a crack. 

“My Lady,” your handmaid says in response to your call. She attempts to slip her body through a narrow opening between the door and its frame to prevent your husband’s entry, but Feyd shoves her aside at the first opportunity and rushes inside the room. 

His brow furrows at the sight of your body curled into a ball. “My love…” he mutters, racing to your side and kneeling by the bed. He takes your hand and weaves your fingers together, his worried gaze raking over your form. “What happened? What is this?”

“My Lady, I tried to stop–”

“Quiet!” Feyd snaps, shooting your handmaid a glare. “I’ll still gut you!”

Your fingers squeeze his to draw his attention back to you. “Go, Nadya. It’s ok,” you tell her. “My husband can take care of me.”

Feyd lips curl upward slightly, but his anxiety over your current state blocks a full-fledged smile from forming. His other hand raises to cup your cheek and you hum under his soft touch. 

In the corner of your eye, you can see Nadya hesitate. The frown on her face is prominent enough to be detected without your gaze directly upon her. But her agitation must cease. She has to learn and conform if she values her life. There is only so much you can do to protect her, and if Feyd reaches the breaking point of his willingness to allow opposition within his own marriage—especially due to someone who is neither you nor him—it’s unlikely you’ll be able to sneak her onto a ship and transport her back to Caladan before she is executed. 

You’ll have another discussion with her—the fourth, you think—once your body decides to end its self-punishment; assuming she survives that long. For the moment, at least, she has accepted your instruction and left you alone with your husband. 

“You’re hurting,” Feyd says once Nadya is gone. “How do I stop it?”

“It’ll stop in a couple of days.”

“Days?” he echoes, offended at the information. “I want it to stop now!” 

You sigh, placing your hand atop the one holding your cheek. “That would be nice, but that's not how it works,” you tell him. A pang of pain stabs your stomach and you moan.  

“How what works?” he rushes out.

“My monthly–” 

You pause at the curious expression on his face, and you realize he has no idea what you're talking about. You thought it was obvious what was wrong with you. You thought he understood. But then you remember he has lived a life with no mother, no sisters, no female relatives. There was no one to explain to him the unfair complexities of being a woman. And the Baron certainly wouldn’t have bothered. The way that man-beast mentally operates teaches that women are good for producing heirs, and in that respect, all Feyd would have needed to learn is how to stick his hard cock between a woman’s legs. To your appreciation, he does that quite well, but still, it’s surprising as much as unsurprising that your husband is so naive. 

Before you can expand your answer, Feyd says, “I’m not letting this happen ever again.”

You chuckle. “It’s monthly, my love, and I’m afraid it only doesn’t happen if I’m pregnant.” 

“Then I’ll make you pregnant,” he responds with an air of great determination. “And I’ll keep you that way.”

You’re instantly obsessed with the thought; perhaps too much considering you’ve known the man for two months and have been married to him for significantly less, but you do love him. And being filled with his baby creates an image that swirls a fire in your belly to combat some of the deep ache. 

You grin but it lasts only a second before your teeth are forced to clench, eyelids pinching shut at another wave of agony.

“I hate this,” Feyd says, brushing your hair back from your face.

Once you ride out the wave, your eyes open to meet his. “You know,” you start, your breath heavy. “I’ve heard rumors from other women back home about something that helps with the pain.” Feyd’s features eagerly come to life. “It’s a bit messy, though.”

“Whatever it is, my love, I’ll do it.”

“Ok,” you say, a lazy smile curving your lips. “Take off your clothes.”

Feyd’s eyes widen at the request. And then he smirks.

[kingsoowolves]

biteable | jsc

pairing: boyfriend!sungchan x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

author’s note: fun little idea that came up to me while I was talking with @melobin about biting Sungchan in this ask. I’m very normal about his arms, I promise! (no, I’m not 😫)

contents: established relationship. smut and fluff. dom!sungchan & sub!reader. biting and marking. thoughts and talks about possessiveness/jealousy.

you can also read this work on my ao3, if you'd like

You love to munch on your boyfriend every chance you get. At this point, it’s no secret at all.

His kind acts, pretty face and adorable attitudes activate your cuteness aggression every other day, so you’re often squeezing his face, making his lips pucker to drop a kiss on them or biting his cheeks. You just can’t help but think he’s the cutest creature in the world and particularly charming when he’s doting on you and making you feel special. Although the way he’s adoring you right now it’s quite far from cute.

Currently, he has his dick stuffed deep inside your pussy, making you scream and crush his hands in pleasure rather than in infatuation for him. You’re laying in your bed with your legs spread open, the side of them brushing the sheets, while he’s up with his knees slightly pressing on the mattress, perpendicular to you while he drives his hips forward and backwards again and again in a slow pace that’s sure to drive you insane any minute now. His hands that are holding your hips are covered by yours, your fingers trying – and failing – to fill the space in between his fingers to loosen his strong grip on you so you’d be able to meet his thrusts in a faster rhythm.

But of course, Sungchan knows you. He knows he can’t give you any power when you are as desperate as you are now, because then you’d both be cumming a lot faster than intended and that’s not what he wants..

What he wants is to continue his leisure and sweet slides of his cock inside of you, savoring the way your pussy keeps swallowing him whole. And he makes sure you know it.

“That’s it, baby, sucking me in so good,” he groans, his voice low and shaky. “Love fucking this pussy so much.”

“Jinsu, please,” you reply in between broken moans. “Please go faster.”

“So adorable when you beg, baby. But not yet,” he tsks at you, making you roll your eyes.

“You’re insufferable,” you state.

“And you’re desperate,” he says, crouching down so he’s hovering above you, his chest squeezing your boobs in between your bodies, but still keeping his hands steady on your hips. “You always ask for faster, but you love it when I go slow.”

You hate that he’s right. No matter how long you beg for him to fasten his tempo, you end up loving his lazy strokes, especially when they make his cock rub sweetly on your g-spot like it’s doing now. But still, you want more. You need more.

“I love it when you’re inside of me, baby. No matter how,” you say matter-of-factly. Because it is true. And also because you hope that it will soften his heart and make him just as desperate as you.

Sungchan eyes you suspiciously and then moves his lips to the shell of your ear. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” he mutters, punctuating each word with a hard slide of his cock, making you babble incoherently. He snickers at your reaction, pulling his head back to look into your eyes and coo at you. “Are you fucked dumb already? I barely even started.”

“Fuck you,” you spit at his beautiful face.

“You are doing it right now, baby,” he says and you roll your eyes again.

After long minutes of keeping the same rhythm, he finally gives in a little, sliding his hands under you to hoist you further onto the bed and finally laying on it, pressing his body full on yours and then relocating his hands to your waist. Of course, the weight of him pressing down on you still prevents you from moving just the way you want, but now you have a little more room to discreetly wiggle your hips back and forth.

“You’re really testing my patience today,” he says when he notices what you’re doing, flames shining behind his eyes with slight anger.

“I’m testing your patience? You’re the one who doesn’t want to fuck me right!” You cry out in outrage, the intense feeling coursing through you.

At your words, he halts all movements, stopping midway through sliding out of you and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. You know you fucked up at the very moment the phrase was out of your mouth, but pride and irritation make you purse your lips together instead of apologizing.

“Well, if I’m fucking you wrong,” he says, opening his eyes again to pierce them at you, annoyance dripping from his words, “then maybe I should just stop fucking you at all.”

Your response is immediate, your eyes widening and legs and arms tightening around Sungchan before he has the chance to pull out of you.

“No, no, no, no, no,” you whisper pleadingly, your hands holding his face to yours so he cannot look away. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” You drop three kisses on his lips, but he doesn’t kiss you back. You’re heartbroken at the lack of reaction from him. “I’m just so needy today,” you continue, your voice faltering as you feel the tears welling up in your eyes. “I missed you. It’s been so long we’ve been together like this.” It’s true. Work and other responsibilities have been keeping you away from each other for weeks. Now the both of you have finally caught a break for a few days and you just missed him so much. “And I needed to— I’m so sorry. I’m a brat. You can punish me however you want, but please don’t— Please, Jinsu, I’m—”

Sungchan shushes your babbling when his hands come to your face. You lean into his touch like a cat as he caresses your cheeks and you purr from just the small hint of affection. “Shhhh, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay,” he assures you, wiping your tears away. “It’s fine, I get it. I missed you too. And I’m gonna do it how you want it, okay?”

You shake your head. “No, I don’t deserve it. I’ve been bad—”

“You’ve been my sweet, beautiful, good girl whom I missed so much. And you deserve to be fucked the way you want to,” he says in the sweetest voice ever and drops a kiss to your lips. You follow his mouth when he retreats, trying to coax him into kissing you more, but he resists. “I’m going to give it to you now, okay? And we can go for round two later if you want.”

You’ve never seen Sungchan melt on you so fast before, never seen him change from hard to soft dom in such short notice. You’re taken aback at his sudden change in demeanor, but you can feel the sincerity dripping from his voice and the emotion translated on the shiny tears that gathers at his eyes. “Really?” You ask still, waiting for a confirmation, a stray tear falling from your right eye.

He nods and grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles as he glides fully inside of you again. “Of course, baby.” Then he moves his lips to the trail of the last tear in your face, kissing it until it disappears completely. He places more kisses on you, his lips covering you in his love and his spit as he sucks on your skin repeatedly.

“Thank you, baby. Thank you. I love you so much,” you whisper, gripping his shoulders and raking your nails there.

“I love you too, baby,” he mutters back, ghosting his mouth over yours and kissing you one more time. “Ready?”

You nod. “Ready.”

And then he gives you exactly what you asked for. He slams inside you hard, fast and effortlessly in an unrelenting pace. It’s so powerful you grit your teeth and he has to grip you again so you don’t slip away from him. You think there’ll probably be bruises on your hips in the morning, but you don’t care because your sweet caring boyfriend finally took in consideration your request in bed. And his cock is hitting your cervix in the most delicious way, too.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you scream, moans freely flying out of your mouth. “You’re the best, Jinsu. The most perfect boyfriend. Thank you.”

He chuckles and nips on your clavicle. “If I knew that’s what I‘d get from giving you what you want, I would have done it sooner, baby.”

“Well, I did ask for it more than once before,” you snicker, earning another bite from him, this time a harder one.

“Careful now,” he adverts and you quiet your bratty remarks. There’s no need to make him angry again when he’s being so good to you.

“Sorry,” you whisper and he laughs, moving his arms to rest on the bed, bracketing them on both sides of your head.

That’s when you see it. The veins popping up on his forearms, how they beautifully decorate his skin, from his elbow to the back of his hands. You lick your lips and move your head to the side on instinct, guided solely by the purpose of getting your mouth on him. You kiss his flesh tenderly, laving at it with your tongue and sucking on what you can, tracing the veins with your lips. While you do it, your eyes focus on his biceps, on how they bulge every time he plunges inside of you and relax every time he slides out. Again, you lick your lips and stretch your neck further to reach it. You’re able to kiss the taut muscle just above his right elbow and you smile happily to yourself as you start nibbling on it. Sungchan is so distracted keeping the pace he set and looking down at where your bodies connect that he doesn’t notice it. So you indulge yourself in the moment, delivering bite after bite after, lingering on the next one longer than the last, and kissing and licking in between to calm the blemish that rises on his flesh.

You start to see the indents of your teeth on his skin and, damn, they look so freaking good adorning him. And then you remember the last time you went to the gym with him, how so many pairs of eyes focused on his arms while he did dumbbell curls and bench dips.

Something comes over you. A deep need to mark and assert your territory bubbles up deep down on your belly, flows up through your brain cells and takes over your actions. And just like that, you’re biting his skin harder than before, setting your jaw firm to stamp him with your canines. For a moment, Sungchan still remains oblivious to your actions and everything stays still. But then he’s yelping in surprise and shaking his arm away from you, kneeling up to get it out of your reach.

“Shit, baby. What was that?” He asks, hand going around his elbow and eyes looking at his bicep to inspect this damage. “You almost bit my arm off.”

You finally come to your senses, noticing what you’ve just done, and slip into your docile self again. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know what came over me. You were looking so good and I—”

“Well, you didn’t have to actually eat me,” he says with a light tilt to his voice, his thumb tracing the imprint of your teeth on his flesh and showing it to you. “Look, it left a mark.”

You focus on his skin and how the unmistakable dent from your front teeth is formed there. You think it looks beautiful.

“Oh my god, you wanted to do it! This turned you on!” He accuses after gauging your reaction and seeing only satisfaction and possessiveness in your eyes.

You’re caught red handed. But at least you cast down your eyes and bite your underlip in remorse. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You just looked so biteable,” you say sincerely.

He chuckles and lays his body back down on yours, still laughing as he presses a kiss to your lips. “It’s okay, baby. But there will be payback!” You grin at his clear promise of doing the same to you and he shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re turned on by that too, right?”

You nod your head. There’s no reason to lie. He’d see right through you anyway. “Yes, please do it.”

“Naughty girl,” he whispers, shaking his head again and kissing your jaw. He’s back to slowly grind his hips against yours now, but you don’t mind. You love the playful atmosphere that your mishap just set down on you both.

“Com’on, you’re not going to tell me you're turned on by it, too?” You say and he stays silent, moving his lips to your neck now. “I felt your dick twitching when you said it, Sungchan!”

“Okay, okay, I admit it,” he replies with laugh in his voice. “But the real question is: where should I do it?”

You shrug. “You choose. Any place.” You are his anyway, there’s no use hiding it. This will just show it to everyone else.

Sungchan lifts an eyebrow up at you. “Any place?” You nod and his mouth opens in a sly smile. “Okay. How about your ass?”

“I’m okay with that.”

“No, no. I think the back of your thighs will be better,” he says, already slipping out of you and flipping you over so your stomach is pressed on the bed. “Those dickheads at the gym keep looking at them when you’re doing squats. They need to know you’re taken.”

You full on laugh, your shoulders shaking with the force of it as you feel him crouch down, first pressing kisses on your ass cheeks to then move his mouth to your left thigh to pinch the flesh with his teeth.

Despite it hurting a little bit, you smile through it all. He’s a goner for you just as much as you are for him. You’re meant for each other and that’s what matters. Even if it comes with some little bites.

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[honeypiehotchner]

The Gambit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part four

(Yes I'm posting another one don't look at me) Happy New Year's Eve everyone! Another treat for the holidays from me as I keep writing at the speed of light xxx

Warnings: angst angst angst!

When you get downstairs to the hotel lobby in the morning, Hotch thinks it’s time to play twenty-fucking-questions.

“Did you sleep?”

You give him a weird look. This is question number seven. “I took a nap. I’m fine.” Never mind the fact that Hotch doesn’t look like he slept a wink. He probably stayed awake, mulling over files all night.

“How much did you smoke?” he asks. Number eight.

Behind you, Derek joins in as he walks up with coffee. “You bought cigarettes? We talked about this.”

“Can both of you get off my dick?” you laugh, trying to hide how annoyed and uncomfortable this is making you. “We have a missing girl. Shouldn’t we focus on that? Can we go?”

“Does everyone have what they need?” Hotch asks, though he’s already moving toward the door. His phone lights up in his hand and he takes it, muttering, “This is Agent Hotchner.”

You all wait anxiously for Hotch to finish the call, but continue walking toward the parking lot. It’s not until you’re nearly at the cars that the call ends, and Hotch begins speed walking.

“That was the sheriff,” he says, opening the driver’s side door. “Richard Monroe turned himself in five minutes ago.”

“What?” you blurt, hopping in the passenger seat of Hotch’s car without thinking. You see Derek get in the backseat and think thank god someone else got in. “Does he have Lila?” As much as you hate Hotch’s view of this case, you still feel the need to ask.

“No,” Hotch says, and you feel a spark of pride in yourself. “He claims to not know where she is.”

You groan, but it’s cut off by a surprised yelp as Hotch speeds onto the main road, putting the lights on, and squealing the tires. You reach up for the safety bar, holding on for dear life as Hotch races to the precinct.

+++

Richard Monroe looks like a ghost.

He spends the first few minutes of the interrogation asking Morgan where Lila is. And when Morgan finally says “we don’t know,” Richard starts to cry.

“Hotch…” you shake your head, looking away. “He’s telling the truth. He doesn’t have her.”

Hotch stays silent, arms crossed over his chest as he watches Richard and Morgan. “Or he’s playing a game.”

“Can you be serious for one second?” 

Hotch doesn’t even turn his head to look at you. Instead, you get a glare from the corner of his eye. “I am being serious.”

“We need to ask him if he knows anyone that might pose as him,” you press. 

Hotch ignores you.

Morgan stands and leaves the interrogation room, coming out to stand next to you and Hotch. “He’s distraught, man.”

“Because he doesn’t have her,” you insist. “Let me talk to him.”

“No,” Hotch says.

“You didn’t even think about it.”

“Because I don’t need to,” Hotch replies, still cold. “You don’t have clearance.”

“Clearance?”

“Hotch, what does that even mean?” Morgan butts in, surprising you. “It can’t hurt, man. I think he needs someone in there that’s not me or you. He’s just going to get angry if you walk in there.”

“Exactly,” you nod in agreement. “He needs to feel in control again. So let me.”

Hotch takes a moment to at least think about it, and then he says, “Go.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Go before I change my mind.”

You smile. “Is there a box of tissues around?”

+++

You set the box of tissues in front of Richard Monroe, also giving him a cup of water. He keeps his head down, his fingers clenched together.

“Here,” you barely whisper. “I’m really sorry about my colleague. He can get a little…aggressive.”

Richard says nothing, but he does nod.

“I’m Agent L/N,” you begin. “I’m new. I just felt so bad for you, I had to come say something.” You pause, taking the seat across from him. “I’m really sorry about your daughter. We’re doing everything we can to find her. I know you had nothing to do with this.”

“I really didn’t,” he says. The words are as quiet as they are pitiful. “I wouldn’t. Not her.”

“I know,” you nod. You need to ask your next question. You just hope it won’t set him off again. “Do you know anyone who would?” 

He shakes his head, but doesn’t seem angry or upset. “No one knows about her. And if they do, they know not to fucking touch her.”

That sounds about right. “I understand,” you nod. “Is there anyone who would,” you pause and chuckle, playing up the dumb newbie act, “have ‘beef’ with you, so to speak? About anything?”

He looks up then, and grins. It makes your stomach turn. “They don’t live long enough.”

You lean into your startled reaction. You can see he’s opening up more and more with how vulnerable you let yourself seem. 

He grabs the cup of water and downs it in one go. “How new are you?”

“It’s my first day,” you reply sheepishly, making yourself smaller and smaller. “I’m not supposed to be in here, but I just felt so bad.”

“You’re a sweet girl,” Richard says, still with the same smile that makes you uneasy. It takes too long for you to realize that it’s the same crazed look your dad used to have. “What’s a sweet girl like you doing working for the FBI?”

“What’s someone like you doing turning yourself in to the FBI?” you counter. “I’ve heard about you, y’know.”

Richard leans back in his seat. “Yeah? What have you heard?”

“That you’ve gotten away with it all thus far,” you shrug. “Been completely off the FBI’s radar. So why’d you jump back on it now?”

He narrows his eyes at you. “How new did you say you were?”

You ignore him. He’s halfway onto you now anyway. “Surely it’s not just because your daughter has gone missing. You couldn’t possibly love her that m—”

He slams his hands on the table hard, and you almost jump, but you don’t move an inch. He stares at you, that same wild look you’ve seen before.

“You don’t scare me,” you say. “What’s the real reason you’re here?”

His left eye twitches. “Why do you look familiar?”

Your blood runs cold but you don’t show it. “Why are you avoiding my question?” You cross your arms over your chest. “I know you don’t give a shit about your ex-wife either, Richard, so what is it?”

“You think we’re all the same, don’t you?” he taunts. “That just because we do what we do means we can’t feel love.”

I know you can’t, you think. “Do you love your daughter?”

“Yes,” he answers instantly. Zero doubt. “And despite what my ex-wife tells you, I love her too. I just want to keep them safe.”

“Safe from what?”

“People like me,” he replies. “Who do you think?”

You stay silent for a moment. He’s studying your face in a way you don’t like. That’s your cue to leave.

You nod like you’ve figured him out and stand up, pushing your chair in. “Do you want more water?”

“No.”

“Suit yourself,” you shrug, turning for the door.

“What’d you say your name was?”

You repeat it, knowing it will tell him nothing. There’s a reason you changed it. He seems dissatisfied as you expected because if your hunch is right about his, it wasn’t the surname he expected you to have.

He shouldn’t have expected you to keep the name. Lila probably won’t keep hers.

You return to the other room where Hotch is waiting and watching. His eyes follow you as you step inside, looking through the window at Richard.

“I’m not sure if any of that was remotely useful,” you admit. “But maybe he’ll be more amenable now. I seem to have caught him off guard.”

Hotch says nothing. And he won’t stop looking at you.

You sigh, turning to meet his eyes with a tired stare. You raise your eyebrows. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“Why did he recognize you?”

You keep your expression neutral. “I don’t know, Hotch. Ask him. He’s the one in handcuffs.”

Hotch seems to accept your answer — or if he doesn’t, he doesn’t show it. You leave him to brood and head back into the conference room to help Reid. Rossi goes to join Hotch and you pointedly don’t think about how they’re probably talking about you.

+++

Richard must really love his daughter. He’s not happy to learn there’s someone posing as him on said chatting site, and that they convinced Lila to run away with them. 

He swears up and down that he’ll do anything to help find her. It makes you angrier than it should.

You’re not angry at him, not really. You know it’s misguided anger. You know who you’re really angry at. But you refuse to admit that to yourself, so instead you’re picking fights with your boss.

Although, in your opinion, Hotch started it.

“You’re seriously going to keep me from speaking to him just because he thinks he recognizes me?” You nearly roll your eyes at Hotch, but you stop yourself. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re being defensive,” Hotch points out, his arms crossed like he’s trying to prove a point. “What are you not telling me?”

“Why are you so interested?” you counter, crossing your arms too. You’re not trying to mock him, but if it comes across that way, then so be it. “Trying to get in my pants or something?”

Hotch’s gaze might as well be laced with fire. “Take a walk. Now.”

“Fuck off.”

“Agent—”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” You glare at him over your shoulder as you head for the doors of the precinct.

You shove the doors open with a huff, turning and walking to the left of the parking lot. You’re really wishing you didn’t leave the pack of cigarettes in your hotel room right about now.

What the hell is Hotch’s problem— No, what the hell is Richard’s problem? Why does he think he knows you? How is that even possible? 

You think back. Your dad would’ve been in his sixties now, pushing seventy. Richard is 54. The possibility that they knew each other is small, but still there, and not impossible like you’d prefer. The fact that the possibility is there at all is pissing you off.

You’re not stupid. You know this comes with the territory. You know this is what you get for testing fate like this. But there’s a reason you changed your name. There’s a reason your mom packed everything up and moved halfway across the country with you when you were a teenager. It was a new start, a new life. One where you had no ties to him. None.

So why does some random FBI’s Most Wanted act like he’s seen your face before? Has he? How?

“You’re gonna start a tornado if you keep turning in circles like that.”

“Not in the mood, Morgan,” you say calmly, despite the anger raging through you. “Sorry if he’s being a jackass.” You raise your hand and gesture to yourself, “My fault.”

Morgan scoffs. “Right.”

You shrug. As much as Hotch irritates the shit out of you, you’re well aware you bring it on yourself sometimes. It doesn’t help that he gets under your skin so easily and will have you firing off at any little thing. You bring it on yourself just as much as he starts it on his own.

You’re both at fault and neither of you will admit it. Ever. Over your dead body.

“Come back inside.”

“Can’t. I’ve been exiled.”

“Y/N,” Morgan tries again. “What’s going on?”

You stop pacing. “Nothing is going on.”

“Hotch told me the guy recognized you.” 

You roll your eyes. “Hotch is paranoid.”

“Really? ‘Cause right now you’re looking just as paranoid.”

You shoot him a glare. “Don’t.”

“I’m just saying.”

“I know you are, but don’t, okay?” you all but plead. “Leave it alone. Please.”

Morgan tilts his head. He looks ready to do everything except leave it alone. “You’ll tell me if it’s a problem?”

“Yes,” you nod, meaning it. He’s dead, anyway, so it won’t be a problem. “But it’s really not. And I’m not paranoid, I’m just thinking. Well— Maybe I am paranoid. We need to find her.”

“We will,” Morgan says. “Now, come inside. We need everyone on deck.”

You can’t argue with that and you’re cooled down enough now, so you relent. “Alright.”

You follow Morgan back into the precinct and into the conference room with the rest of the team. You share a look and single nod with Hotch. A silent truce, for now. 

+++

Turns out, a serial killer like Richard does have a lot of enemies, including some who would jump at the chance to torment his daughter. Go figure.

They’re easier to narrow down and pinpoint once Richard actually starts to work with the team. Hotch struck a deal, apparently, to make his sentence lighter if he helps. No death penalty, but still life in prison, after all he’s done.

To your surprise, Richard is relieved about no death penalty. Because, he said, if there’s any chance his daughter will see him one day, he wants to be alive.

It sends a spark of anger through you so hot that you have to walk away. 

You spend the rest of the day with Reid, decoding messages, silently nodding back and forth, and chewing on as many pen caps as you can. It’s probably not good for your teeth, but neither of you care about that right now.

You’re both shocked out of your trances when Morgan comes flying into the room, Garcia on speakerphone, with Hotch and Prentiss right behind them. 

“I found her phone, I found it,” Garcia’s voice comes through the speaker. “Sending coordinates to everyone now.”

“Rossi and JJ are on it,” Hotch answers. “They’re already out.”

“It’s not moving, so it might be nothing,” Garcia says.

You worry for a moment that her phone is thrown in a bush somewhere. And then you feel sick to your stomach when Rossi confirms as much.

“They’re bringing it back here,” Hotch says, his phone still pressed to his ear. “It’s broken, like someone threw it out. Garcia, can you get me any and all CCTV footage in the area?”

“Already ahead of you, sir,” she replies. “Give me five.” The call ends abruptly, no doubt so she can focus and type faster.

“Should we tell Richard?” you ask. “He’s been cooperating, but this could be an extra push.”

Hotch studies you for a moment. “Fine. But wait until they bring the phone. Show it to him.” 

He gives you a look that just screams and if he recognizes you again, you’re out.

[miniwheat77]

Rage. (Mean!Ghost x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, smut, rough sex, unprotected p in v sex, ghost being a big meanie, enemies to kinda lovers, hate sex, noncon, choking, (sorry if I missed any.)

This was a request and was edited poorly because I’m lazy. You can find the ask here.

All you ever seemed to get out of Ghost were sighs. No matter what you said or did he seemed to have a problem with it. The few times you tried talking to him he'd huff and turn away from you with a sharp roll of his eyes. After a while, you got fed up with it and ignored him. You did your best to avoid him at all costs. It started snowballing into more. He'd always have something to say when you were around. Always so smug. On occasion if a mission went wrong no matter who's fault it was, he took it out on you. Raising his voice at you, punishing you when Captain Price wasn't around to see it.

He usually black mailed you into it somehow. Telling you that if you didn't obey him, he would go to your Captain. He was quiet around everyone else but always seemed to have the most to say when you were around.

It was tiring. He'd made you run, do push ups, wake up early for drills. He was bordering being abusive. He used his power in his favor and against yours. You contemplated dropping from the task force every once in while, but knew that Captain Price would need an explanation and admitting to what was going on, only put a target on your back even more. You had nowhere to go, you were trapped.

As time went on, you started biting back. When he had something to say, you didn't hold back. Started letting him have a taste of his own medicine. Going as far to annoy him when he made you do push ups or run. You went to bed early so that you were awake and ready for when he gave you drills.

If he was going to make this hell for you, you might as well do it right back.

It was normal. His harassment. He was a bully and you were used to it. You could bite back. Nothing ever really seemed out of the ordinary.

Until the first time he'd put his hands on you.

The power had gone out on the base, which made red lights flash in the hallways, much like in a movie. It was creepy.

You made your way down the hallway to the women's barracks. Nobody but you ever really came down this hallway unless they were coming to ask you a question of course. So when you seen Ghost walking menacingly down the hallway toward you, you were confused. You decided to ignore him, going to walk passed him. The red light illuminated the white on his mask and gloves. It was like something out of a horror movie.

Just as you were about to walk passed him, hands on you had you going to yell out, but he was quick. Clamping a gloved hand over your mouth and slamming your front up against the hard wall. You whimper into his mask at the force of him. He was being aggressive. His deep chuckle is what makes you fight against him, but he draws you back, pushing you hard into the wall again. He wraps his hand around your front, fingertips gliding across your waistline and you freeze, talking into his hand. He doesn't move it, only glides his hand back and fourth, fingertips pushing into your waistband just slightly. His chest was flush with your back and he was holding onto you tight, you could feel his erection pressing into your back. You felt tears pricking at your eyes. He takes in a deep breath, breathing in the scent of you. Following it up with a sigh of satisfaction. "You might as well stop fighting me." They're the first words out of his mouth and they're dark. Laced with venom. "I could do absolutely anything I want to you and there isn't one thing you can do to stop me." He mutters. Breath hot against your ear. "You could scream as loud as you want, beg me to stop and not one soul in this building would hear you. So the next time you want to talk back to me, remember that. You're in one little lonely room all the way off over here and nobody would even know what's going on. I mean.. They didn't notice me disappearing to get these." He lifts up a pair of your cotton panties, and you only sob into his glove harder. You knew he was mean, but this? This was too much.

"Can you stay quiet?" He growls. You nod your head. Tears soaking his glove. He lets out a deep chuckle. He slides his hand away from your mouth and you take in a deep breath. It lasts for only a second before he's lifting your chin to look back at him. "Please stop." You whimper. Earning a chuckle from him. "Awe... Why are you crying hm?" He smiles but he knows you can't see it. You gasp out as his hand slides lower. "Ghost- please don't" You push back into him, which only pisses him off further. “You’ll learn, pathetic little girl. I’ll teach you.” He smiles. “Please, I won’t fight back. I’ll be good.” You mumble. “Oh.. you’ll be good?” He smiles. A deep laugh from him sending chills up your spine. “I know you’ll be good. Because if you’re not…” he trails off. Fingertips gliding over your opening. Only now do you realize, he doesn’t have a glove on his right hand.

“Shit.. you’re wet?” He chuckles. His fingertips glide over your entrance and you’re trying to fight against him now. “Fuck.. you’re actually wet from this. What a little slut.” He grasps a handful of your hair, sliding his hand away from you. “You’re a pathetic girl, Y/N.” He let’s go of your hair, brushing it down with his hand. He moves himself away from you, stepping back. “I’ll see you at dinner.” He turns in the direction you’d just come from, heading back into the mess hall. You watch him for a second, tears still spilling over your eyelids as his dark form illuminatesd by red starts to disappear, Just in time for the lights to return. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

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You’d just gotten into your room, but you could hear his heavy footsteps approaching your door. He slams it open before you get the chance to lock it behind you.

“What the fuck was that?” He breathes. He’s seething. You’re nervous as you look at him, tears pooling at your waterline. “I did what I had to do.” You breathe. “That’s doing what you had to do? You’re fucking ridiculous.”

His constant nagging has you at your wits end with him.

“Yes. I had no other choice because I was surrounded. If I’m dead, so is everyone else. So yes, I exposed myself on purpose, I called for help. Excuse me for being worried about everyone else around me, unlike you. You selfish motherfuc-“ the breath is knocked out of you when he slams you up against the wall in your bedroom, hand wrapped around your throat. “Did you learn nothing? Stupid girl..” he chuckles. “I learned enough.” Your breath is going away as he tightens his grasp on your throat. Your hands claw at his wrist. He’d cornered you in your room on purpose. “Recite it back to me. So I understand.” He smirks, even if you can’t hear it. You can sense it in his tone of voice. “I’ve learned.. that.. that you’re a complete fucking scumb-“ your face is turning a deep shade of red as he completely cuts your oxygen off. A whimper leaves your lips by accident, and he loosens his grip out of shock before returning it. Only letting you have one second to take in a breath as he tears his mask off. “Fuck- you fucking like this. You like when I’m mean to you don’t you?” He chuckles. Cutting off your air again. Watching you turn red. The little blood vessels in your face are breaking.

“Fuck you” you growl. He lets go completely, smashing his lips to yours and you kiss back immediately. He kisses you hard, purposely being rough with you as he pulls you away from the wall. Shoving you back into your bed. He climbs on top of you, attaching his lips to yours again. He straddles your hips, pulling away from you and taking a second to look down at you. You’ve got a glint in your eyes that he’s never seen before. It’s different.

He grasps your vest, making sure to be extra rough with you as he unzips it and tugs it off of you. “Jesus Christ- you don’t have to be so rough!” You growl. “Yeah right, you fucking like it so shut up.” He mutters, grasping the center of your shirt and tearing it down the center. “Ghost!” You gasp. He ignores you, moving down and pushing your legs apart with his knee. Moving himself between your legs. “Just be grateful, little crybaby.” He groans, tugging your cargo pants down your legs. You roll your eyes at him. Nervousness settling into your stomach. “Grateful for what exactly? Prick.” You mumble. A sharp slap to your clit has you whimpering. “Shut up.” He growls, standing himself up off the edge of your bed and tugging you to the edge by your thighs. He kneels down at the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around your thighs and burying his face between your legs, a gasp leaves your lips. He doesn’t start slow, immediately lapping up your entrance and sucking at your clit. He’s trying to make you as sensitive as possible.

He wants you crying on his cock.

You wrap a hand in his hair, squirming in his grasp but he hold your thighs up against his head. Using your thighs to muffle your sounds. It’s not ideal but he’s got to hold you still. He keeps this up until you’re trying to squirm away from him. Clit overstimulated already. “Simon- please-“ you whimper. Another slap to your pussy instead of his tongue has your body jumping. “I’ll say when you’ve had enough. Now take what I have to fucking give you.” He growls. Tears prick your eyes as he laps at your entrance. Your eyelids the dam holding back the river of tears. You keep it together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making you cry. You reach your first orgasm with a cry, and he’s right. Nobody will hear it. Your thighs are shaking violently, soaking his face in your cum. But he doesn’t stop.

He flattens his tongue over your sensitive bud, abusing it further.

Just when you think you can’t take anymore, he’s finally pulling away from you. “Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock.” He growls.

You obey him, standing up off of your bed as he sits on the edge. You move yourself between his legs, lowering yourself to your knees as he unbuttons his pants. Only far enough to expose himself to you, leaning back into one hand. You take the tip of his cock into your mouth, making an attempt to tease him, but he’s not having it. He wraps a hand into your hair, tugging your head up so you’re looking at him. “Don’t try to tease me. You’ll regret it, take me.” He growls, pushing you down onto his cock, feeling him press up against the back of your throat. Your mouth waters, holding back a gag. You obey him, not wanting to find out the consequences if you don’t. He forces you down into his cock, holding you there and cutting off your air. He watches you turn red on him. Smirking down at you. At his complete mercy. “Fuck yes- yesss.” He growls. He lifts his hips up, thrusting up into your throat. He’s using you, making no attempt to hide it. He lets you breath for a second before forcing you back down onto him for more.

“Your throat is perfect for my cock.” He chuckles. His cock nestled deep into your throat as he blocks the oxygen from reaching your lungs. “You’re perfect like this yeah? That little mouth isn’t fucking running.” You roll your eyes even on his cock which makes him laugh. You’re a brat, through and through. He pulls you off of his cock and you take a few seconds, breathing in oxygen like it’s limited. “Hands and knees, now.” He grasps your arm, forcefully pulling you up off of the ground and pushing you onto the bed. You stop yourself with your hands, looking back at him. Despite how much of a prick he is, it’s quite the sight.

Disheveled hair, cock blushing and standing at attention. Fit stomach and chest, tattooed arms with veins and muscles bulging as he tugs your ass back into him. You turn forward, blushing to yourself. Every cell in your body prays he doesn’t see it, worried at him finding something else to bully your for. He notices it, but chooses to keep quiet as he grasps the base of his fat cock, pushing the thick tip up against your swollen mound. It’s red and abused from his tongue. He smirks at the work he’s done to you. The thick mushroom head pushes passed your folds, and he groans as you swallow him up. Like your pussy was made for him. He slides into you with complete ease despite the way you’re tightening around him. He reaches your wall, smirking as he bottoms out. He was gentle for a start, but he draws his hips back and slams himself back into you, right up to the hilt. A cry leaves your lips and it only eggs him on further. Abusing your cervix with his cock.

A harsh slap to your ass is what sends you over the edge, his balls hitting your overly sensitive clit with every thrust he takes into you. You can’t take it, tears slipping from your eyes at his abuse. He’s for sure leaving handprints, squeezing at your hips as hard as he can, bullying your cunt with his cock. When a sob leaves your lips, he laughs. Actually laughs at you. “That’s right, cry for me. Pathetic crybaby.” He chuckles. His stomach is already swirling with his orgasm, he loves hearing you cry, he loves seeing you cry. He slides out of you, pushing you over and moving himself on top of you. He pushes your thighs up until they’re pressed against your stomach, sliding into you once more. Deeper this time. He has to see it, has to see you cry on his cock. You’re pulling around him, sobbing even harder as you feel him bottoming out into your cervix, stomach cramping up at the size of him. “Simon please- it’s too much-“ you cry. He groans. “One second..” he pants. “Just- just one more second.” He groans.

He leans down into you, tongue gliding up your cheek. Soaking up each tear that stains your face. Moaning at the taste.

He reaches between the both of you, rubbing quick circles over your clit as you start to squirm. “One more. You can give me one more.” He growls. “No- I can’t!” You cry. “You can. You will. You can cry all you want princess.” He smirks down at you. His degrading is almost too much. He likes to see you like this. He sets a steady pace with his thrusts, slowing the circles he’s drawing into your clit with his fingers, pushing you closer and closer to what you hope is your final orgasm. “You’re going to take it, all of me.” He chuckles. It takes a second for you to realize what he means. You shake your head and he nods his head with an evil smile playing at his lips. “Yeah baby. You’re going to take all of this cum that I have to give to you-” He smiles, wrapping a hand around your throat and growling. Just when you think kindness shines through the concrete walls of his facade, he’s painting back over it with black tar. He cuts off your air once more. “-and you’re going to fucking thank me for it.” He growls. When he lets go of you, another sob leaves your lips as you reach another orgasm, clit throbbing so hard that it almost hurts. His hips halt, an evil laugh leaving his lips. He’s filled you up with his cum despite your protests. “Look at that, pathetic fucking crybaby.” He smirks. Your eyes are heavy as you whimper out. Even now, he’s still mean.

“Get cleaned up and meet in the Gym for your punishment.” He growls, sliding his cock back into his cargo pants and zipping them back up before leaving you there. Cum seeping out of your abused hole, tear stained cheeks. You sit up, body feeling weak. You don’t know how you’re going to make it through his next punishment.

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🇩🇪 || Gorgeous || SV5 x Mark’s gf!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, cheating, bathroom sex, public sex, blowjob, sub!sebastian, fingering (for like a second), orgasm denial

Wordcount: 1.2k

Mark’s girlfriend was lovely, she really was. She was younger than Sebastian, but it was something nobody paid any attention to

They were out celebrating one time, she had gotten drunk and made fun of the way Sebastian talked

It made him kind of sad, but she was drunk, she wasn’t thinking straight

Later in the night, she was sat opposite to him after Mark had left for some shit

They didn’t talk. She looked at him, but his eyes were into his almost empty glass at the table in front of him

“You’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much” She muttered to herself, too low for Sebastian to hear over the loud music

She had never seen anyone as gorgeous as Sebastian. She couldn’t say anything to his face, cause, I mean… Look at his face

He should take it as a compliment that she talks to everyone else but him

She had left the table to get another drink at the bar, in the meantime, Mark had returned to their table

“I don’t think she likes me” Sebastian said to Mark as he sat down

They both looked up at her as she stood at the bar “No, she likes you. She just needs a little warming up” He said, turning back to his teammate “Try go up and talk to her” He suggested

“Are you sure? I really don’t think she likes me” The German sighed

“Just try and go up and talk to her. She’ll come around” Mark encouraged him

He sighed and nodded shortly before leaving his glass and walking up to the woman

“Hey, can we talk?” Sebastian asked, touching her hand slightly before retrieving it

She turned around, sighing softly “What?” She Said more firm than she had intended

“Why don’t you like me?”

She looked into his eyes. The ocean blue of them made her feel like she might sink and drown and die

She looked over at Mark who was talking to someone before she turned back “I’m so furious, that you make me feel this way, but what can I say? You’re so gorgeous” She sighed, subconsciously leaning towards him

She sighed as they were way too close now, but she was way out of it to pull back “You should think about the consequences of touching my hand” She said softly

“What are you talk-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence before her hands were on his waist, her lips softly against his

“Why… You… You’re with Mark- I can’t-“ “Just shut up” She demanded as she kissed him again

“Come on” She took his hand, leading him to the bathroom, taking a quick glance over at Mark, making sure he wasn’t watching them

She has him pressed up against the door, her lips aggressively on his, her hand locking the door, her other hand pushing on his hip

“You’re with Mark” He said it more to remind himself that she was a no touch zone

“You’re all that I want” She panted, her lips going to his neck, kissing and sucking harshly, making Sebastian’s mind cloudy, and forget everything about her dating his teammate

He had tried so hard not to let any sounds slip, but the feeling of her lips sucking on him, made him slip and moan softly

He didn’t realise her lips was gone from his neck before she was on her knees and her hands unbuckled his belt

“If Mark finds out-“ “Don’t talk about him when I’m about to give you a blowjob” She interrupted, pulling his pants and boxers down to rest at his mid thighs

“I just don’t- fuck” He interrupted himself with a moan when her tongue slipped over his slit

“You don’t what?” She asked in a teasing tone, holding his waist with his shirt ridden up

“Nothing- fuck. Scheiße“ He panted as she hollowed her cheeks, taking most of him in

She gaged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, sending vibrations through him, making him moan softly

“We shouldn’t-“ He cut himself off with a moan as she started bopping her head slowly

One of his hands threaded with her hair, holding the locks, not moving her, while his other hand settled on her shoulder

He shut his eyes closed, his head falling back against the door as he bit his lip, trying to hold his sounds in as her tongue traced a sensitive vein

She sped up her head, holding onto his waist tightly, her nails digging into his skin

“He’a gonna kill me” He whispered to himself, moaning slightly

She scratched at his skin, reminding him to not talk about Mark while she has his cock in her mouth

He hissed slightly at the pain, but was quickly turned into a moaning mess when she sped up her head again

He started bucking her hips into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, making her gag and sent vibrations through him, getting him closer to his orgasm

“Mh… So good” he moaned “Close” He chocked out

She got off of him, a string of spit connecting her mouth and the tip of his cock

She wiped her mouth, chuckling slightly at his whine of denial

“Don’t be so sad. I want you to fuck me” she said, kissing his jaw softly “Can you do that for me?” She teased to which he nodded

She bent herself over the sink, lifting up her dress, revealing her soaked panties

He walked over to her, almost drooling at the sight

He pushed her panties to the side, one of his hands on her waist, holding up her dress, the other hand feeling the wetness with two of his fingers

She whimpered softly as he pushed in his fingers. She was looking over her shoulder, biting her lip softly

He pulled out his fingers, lining himself up with her. He slowly pushed into her. Her whimpers and soft moans music to his ears

He sat into a slow pace, gradually getting more rough, his hands tight on her waist, holding her as he pounded into her, moans escaping both of their lips

One of his hands went to her front, his fingers circling her clit, making her moans louder while she clenched down around him, pulling him closer to his orgasm

“Ah- so close” He moaned, his cock twitching side her, his thrusts getting sloppy and out of rhythm

“Come on, baby. Come for me” she encouraged him, holding on to his wrist on the hand that was rubbing her clit

Her encouragement and her touch sent up of the edge, his hips stilled as he filled her up with his cum

He moved his hips slowly to ride out his orgasm. The feeling of his cum filling her up was sending her over the edge as well, clenching down rapidly around him, his name rolling off her tongue

“No mentioning it” she said, trying to fix her hair in the mirror

“Of course” He sighed “Is this gonna be a casual thing, or was this it?” He asked, fixing his clothes

She sighed at his question “We’ll see” she smiled, kissing his cheek before leaving the bathroom

Mark looked at them both confused “Took you long enough” He said

“We fell into talk” She nodded

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CATNAPPER KEEGAN RUSS

warnings : suggestiveness, fluff

- keegan catnaps your pet cat !!

guys i finished mw3 and omg im heartbroken it was so fire and it made me cry like 5 times (excluding the times when i had to stop because my console was overheating to the point of electrical fire)

‘you look sour, kid.’

‘you stole my cat.’

keegan snorted as he scratched the top of your cat’s head. she purred in his lap, her little paws making biscuits on his thigh.

you crossed your arms over your chest, overly huffing out of your mouth. you watched your pretty boyfriend sitting across from you fawn over her, picking her up and playing with her pink little hands. you never thought you’d see keegan get cuteness aggression, especially with your fuzzy little pet whom he was slightly annoyed with when we first met her. he hated seeing your cat crawl all over you, and you stroking her with such tenderness made keegan, quite frankly, a little jealous. (young sheldon reference, if u understand ily)

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‘you dont stroke me like that, baby.’

‘yeah, well you arent this cute. close though.’

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

now you understood how he felt when he first met your cat.

‘this is my cat aswell, kid.’ he said, amused by the situation.

‘mihmehmehmehmeh’ you mocked, rolling your eyes and leaning back in your chair. ‘you kidnapped her. you catnapped her! you little fucker.’

‘come onnn, she can be our child’

keegan stood up, carrying the furry creature in his hands. he walked towards you, taking a seat.

‘get away from me, catnapper.’

you rolled your eyes again, but inside, you were trying not to break character by smiling. ‘dont be like that, baby. (cat name) is for you, too.’

keegan dropped your kitten in your lap, and she nuzzled her little nose into your tummy. ‘look, she still likes you more.’ she purred into you, and your hands immediately went to tickle her under her chin.

‘i guess youre right..’ you mumbled, finally cracking a smile. your face leaned into his, planting a kiss to his cheek. keegan wrapped his arm around you, staring at how you looked at (cat’s name) with so much admiration, it made his stomach flutter. ‘im always right, kid’ he muttered. ‘blah, blah, blah…’ you sassily replied, resting your shoulder on his head.

‘im still jealous, you dont stroke me like tha-’

[winterrrnight]

12 with rafe I'm begging 😔😔

you ask and I shall deliver 🫡 I hope you like this nada <3 do let me know your views on this! 🩷

especially you

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: there are some things Rafe will do especially just for you.

WARNINGS: established relationship, very much hates everyone but you, the reader is a perfectionist - in constant need of academic validation (it is me guys 😓), fluff, usage of nicknames like babe, baby, sweetheart, minimal swearing

EDITH SPEAKS: this is kind of self indulgent 😀 need me a man who does this for me 😭😭 anyways, yes yes we are kickstarting the fics for the 600 celly! If you were there for my 300 celly, I know how late I got with those requests and I am so sorry about that 🥲 I promise I will try my best to not let that happen this time 🥲

please reblog if you liked reading this! feedback is always appreciated ⛲

a lil note: the song below is used just as the title, and its lyrics aren't used as an inspiration.

PROMPT REQUESTED: “C’mere. Sit down. Tell me what’s going on.”

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You sigh as you shut your laptop close, maybe a little too aggressively for your liking, but honestly, you couldn’t care less. You slump your head on the kitchen island in your arms, a headache already starting to creep in your head.

It’s barely week three in your new semester and you’re already piled upon with readings over readings, essays over essays, assignments over assignments, and you barely have any time with yourself or your boyfriend.

“What the actual fuck Kelce!” He groans. “Get your shit together man!” This is just the bare minimum of what he is actually saying. It doesn’t help your situation though, your headache only pulsating more harshly, making you groan in pain.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he’s sitting in the living room, headphones in as he almost yells into the microphone, as his thumbs run rapidly over the controls of the controller gripped tightly in his hands. Curse words followed by his friends’ names leave his lips, as his gaze is fixated on the screen in front of him.

You sigh as you look at him. He does not go to university because just as he graduated high school, his father passed his business onto him.

“No no no no no no!” He yells, “god what the fuck is wrong with you guys?”

His deep voice booms in your ear, and you squeeze your eyes shut, holding your head in your hands as you gently press your temples, but it does not work; Rafe’s voice level only increases with time, and it bothers you more and more.

“Rafe!” You yell out completely exasperated, from your place in the kitchen island. He doesn’t even look at you, and you realize you weren’t loud enough for your voice to penetrate through his headphones.

You get up from your chair and saunter over to Rafe, gripping his headphones and yanking them off. “Shut up!” You snap, as you toss his headphones to the side and leave the living room, stomping off to your bedroom.

Rafe watches you go away, completely stunned. He takes a deep breath before picking up his headphones. “We’re pausing it for now, and no, I will not hear any shit from either of you,” He fumes in the microphone and shuts off the game before making his way to the bedroom. As he enters inside quietly, he sees you are standing in the balcony, leaning against the railing as you look out, a stressed look on your face.

“Babe,” he says softly as he steps out to the balcony, wrapping an arm around your waist. “What's wrong?”

“Nothin’,” you mutter under your breath, not tearing your eyes away from the sky stretched out in front of you to look at him.

When he detects your reluctance to talk, or to even lean into his touch, he lets out a sigh, his arm dropping back to his side as he sits down on one of the chairs in the balcony.

A few moments pass in utter silence, as all you both here is the sound of the birds chirping in the distance, cars rushing past the streets, and the soft breeze blowing against your skin.

Your back is towards him as he watches you stand next to the railing; he can tell you are completely tense from your stance, the way your shoulders aren’t relaxed, your jaw is clenched a bit, and you are gripping the railing a little too lightly.

“Baby…” he calls out softly, “C’mere. Sit down. Tell me what’s going on.” He says. He’s determined to not let you go unspoken this time, ready to even pull you into his arms if needed.

To his surprise, you don’t deny as you trod to the empty chair next to him and sit down. His arm instantly wraps around your shoulders and he pulls you in his side. He presses a long, yet soft kiss on your forehead, rubbing your arm in a soothing motion.

“I’m sorry if I was too loud baby,” he mumbles against your hairline, “I absolutely didn’t mean to bother you so much,”

You let out a deep exhale as you shake your head. “It’s okay Rafe, I was just… too tense already and that just put me over the edge, I guess,” you murmur softly.

“What’s been keeping you tense then hm?” He asks, pressing another kiss to your forehead, his feeble attempt to comfort you as much as he can.

“This semester’s already kicking my ass,” You sigh. “I already have a shit ton of work to do, and it’s just the third week? I spend all my day doing this shit and I still can’t catch up with it. I barely have time for myself or to spend with you,”

Rafe’s grip tightens a bit on you as he pulls you in closer to himself. “You know I would typically say that it doesn’t matter, don’t stress too much, don’t work so hard blah blah blah, but I know you well enough to know it doesn’t work on you,” he says and he sees a small smile form on your face. “No matter what I’ll say, you will work hard and put in 120% effort for something which doesn’t even count that much for your grade. And you know how much I appreciate that about you, you’re insanely hard working,” a small smile on his lips as his other hand holds onto yours.

“But you know what I can do?” He continues. “I can take great care of you. You don’t have to worry about your meals; I’ll take care of them. I’ll watch a movie, give you kisses and cuddles, or do anything you want when you take a break; which, by the way, I’ll make sure you take. Whenever I see the moment, I’ll take you out wherever you want to go. I don’t want you to take unnecessary stress of the new semester sweetheart, because I know you’ll make it through it okay? You 100% will, I know that.”

You turn to look at him, a softened look in your eye. All his words slowly sink in you, and you realize you don’t have to take as much pressure of the new semester as you were. You rest your head on his shoulder and softly nod. “Thank you Rafe…” you whisper.

“There’s nothing to thank me for you sweetheart, I am your boyfriend, this is the least I can do,” he smiles as he presses another kiss to your forehead.

You slowly feel your tensions melt away as you sit with Rafe on your balcony under the warm afternoon sun, your body muscles relaxing and the stress laying heavy on your mind gradually withering away.

This is one of the moments where you realize Rafe’s the one.

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Geto/gojo/reader “I can’t believe there’s only one bed” and HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY

THANK YOOUUU!! So, this one really sang to me, I went ahead and combined the two, mostly because they are very similar. Thank you both for the prompt!!

Now Presenting...

Starring: A flirty Satoru Gojo, and a tired Suguru Geto

Your body protested every step you took as you walked into the hotel, screaming at you to lay down and accept the sweet embrace of death. Okay, maybe death was a little extreme, but you could definitely have gone for a light coma in that moment. A yawn you had been suppressing came forward, and you tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Awe, well aren’t you cute when you’re sleepy.” Gojo teased with a smile, earning him a glare from you. 

“Shut up Satoru.” This entire trip he kept making note of how cute you were, and how you needed to be protected, and at this point, he was on the brink of losing vocal cord privileges.

“Flirt later you two, let’s just get checked in.” Suguru muttered as he ushered the two of you to the front desk. He tried to summon a friendly smile for the clerk, but it didn’t touch his tired eyes. “Hi! Uh, we should have two reservations under Masamichi Yaga.” He said, really hoping they didn’t ask for an id. He told his teacher that he should probably put the rooms under one of the three people going on the mission, but the man was more muscle than brain.

The young worker started typing on the computer, before confusion fell over her features. “Um, I found the reservations, but it says it’s only for one room?” She asked. You were a bit taken back by that, and you could tell from the looks on their faces the boys were too. You thought for sure you’d at least get your own room. But, then again, if getting a room with 3 beds was cheaper than getting 2 separate rooms, it did make sense for Yaga to take that route, the penny pinching bastard. 

“Uh, yea that should be fine, that’s us.” Suguru shrugged, too tired to really argue. Much to your relief (and concern) the woman nodded and happily gave over the room key, not bothering to ask for an ID. What a stand up place. The three of you dragged your tired worn bodies over to the elevator. Well, two of you did. Satoru felt fine, because of course he did. And because he had no problem filling the elevator with whatever came to his head. You shared a look with Suguru.

How do we shut him up? Your eyes asked.

Pillow over his face as he sleeps Sugurus eyes offered.

No, I want him to shut up now. 

Oh, that’s not gonna happen. For now, we just have to endure him.

You sighed, knowing he was right and hating that fact at the same time. Thankfully, the elevator door opened, and the room wasn’t far from it. Geto unlocked the door, and you and Gojo practically fell over him to get into it. You quickly went to grab your toothbrush, and Gojo went to fiddle with the tv. It was Suguru who noticed it first.

“Uh, guys? I don’t see another bed.” He said. You and Gojo stopped cold in your tracks, heads whipping to the center of the room and- yep. That was one bed, and only one bed. Not even so much as a pull out couch in sight. 

“OH ho ho!!” Satoru laughed, launching himself onto the bed and folding himself into what you think was meant to be a sexy pose. “I’ve read fan fiction before, I know what happens here!” He cackled, “Be gentle with me, I’m a virgin” He swooned, acting like a helpless flower. 

“I call sleeping in the bathtub.” Suguru said, checking out of this battle before it became a war.

“No, Don’t!” Gojo whined, reaching out to him, “The bathtub is cold and hard, I'm warm and soft. Unless you want me to be hard.” He winked. 

“I can’t believe there’s only one fucking bed, who sets this shit up?!” You snapped, aggressively waving your hands at the bed.

“God.” Gojo responded.

“Bad fan fiction writers.” Geto retorted, apparently salty about his characterization in my past fics. 

“Satoru get out of the bed.” You demanded, shaking your head. You did not just get out of a fight with ten, count em, ten first grade curses to sleep on the floor.

“How about you get in the bed?” He purred.

“I will, as soon as you get out of it.” you scoffed, fighting back a laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

“Why not get in it with me?” He grinned at you, opening his arms wide as an invitation. 

“I’d rather sleep in the bathtub.” You replied.

“Not an option, I already called it!” Suguru reminded you.

“Why don’t you sleep with him?” You accused more than asked, “He’s your man!”

“He is most definitely not my man!” Geto rebuffed the statement, shaking his head.

“He’s actually my man, we just haven’t taken our relationship to the next level yet.” Satoru purred with a cheeky wink to Geto to really seal the deal. Geto rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to bed, goodnight.” He said, going to grab a pillow from the bed, only for Satoru to grab his arm.

“Come on guys, don’t be silly! This bed is big enough for all of us!” He argued, “We all trust each other, right?!” Gojo paused long enough to look at both you and Geto, but not long enough for an answer. He already knew it. “We know no ones going to try any funny business, we trust each other with our lives there's no reason for any of us to be uncomfortable tonight!” you and Suguru shared more glances. Gojo may be annoying, but when he was right he was right. The only thing really keeping the three of you from sharing was standard social conventions. 

“Fine, but if any of you touch me I’m throwing you off the balcony.” You warned. Geto sighed and ran a hand through his hair, sitting on the bed.

“I just don’t get why we weren’t warned about this.”

“I mean, it kind of explains the weird look she gave us.” You noted, sitting on the other side of Gojo.

“Yay, sleepover!” Gojo cheered, grabbing onto Suguru because he was the one that didn’t threaten him, “Fair warning, I’m a cuddler.” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows for emphasis. 

“I knew I should have just slept in the tub.” Geto sighed.

🛏️🛏️🛏️

In the morning, you were a tangled mess of limbs and drool with your two best friends. Any warning against cuddling being tossed to the wind in exchange for the comfort human warmth brings. You hated to admit it, but it was the best sleep you had gotten in weeks. Gojo woke up not long after you, smiling softly, slowly coming back to life.

“Good morning,” He said. You shook your head and covered his face with a pillow.

“It was before you started talking.” You muttered.“It’s 6 am, go back to bed.” Suguru begged, not happy to have been woken up.

[luvfae]

BAD INVESTMENT

PART THREE

summary: you run into a familiar face at the club

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader, myung-gi x f!reader

warnings: sexual innuendos, alcohol use, swearing

bad investment masterlist

You were a party girl. Always had been. And for as long as you could remember, Myung-Gi had loved to party right alongside you. The two of you had always been inseparable in that sense.

Tonight, though, he had plans. His family, the one group of people you could never seem to please, had pulled him away. The same family who had always looked down on you, deeming you unworthy of him. And after three years of putting up with their snide remarks and passive-aggressive comments, you’d stopped caring. Stopped trying to play nice or earn their approval. It wasn’t worth the effort anymore.

It wasn’t like Myung-Gi had much of a backbone when it came to them, either. You had been enough to make him resent them, but not enough for him to take a stand. Still, he knew you didn’t want to be around them. Hell, even he hated the way they treated you, but that didn’t make it easier for him to rebel against the pressure.

So, when he gave you the green light to go out with your friends, you didn’t hesitate. You were used to being on your own, to being the one who could enjoy a night without his constant presence. Tonight, you were free to be yourself, to let loose.

The club was loud and chaotic as usual, but the energy was intoxicating. You could already feel the familiar buzz of excitement swirling through your veins. The lights, the music, the bodies all pressing together in a rhythmic frenzy—it was your element. You’d always felt most alive here, surrounded by strangers, anonymous and untouchable.

Your friends were already by the bar when you arrived, and you didn’t waste any time diving into the rhythm of the night. Shots were passed, laughter bubbled up. You could forget about the weight of Myung-Gi’s family’s disapproval. Tonight was about you.

But as the night wore on, something shifted. You couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching you. It was a strange, unsettling feeling that you tried to brush off. You’d been the center of attention in this kind of crowd before, but this was different. There was a tension in the air, a pull that made your skin prickle.

And then, just as you were laughing with a group of people, you saw him.

Thanos. The guy who punched your boyfriend in the face. The guy who followed you on Instagram. The guy that you never ended up blocking.

He was leaning against the bar, his eyes already locked on you. His presence was undeniable, like a magnetic force that drew every part of you to him, even against your better judgment. You swallowed thickly, feeling a rush of something—a mix of dread and desire—flooding your chest.

His gaze locked onto you from across the bar, that familiar, predatory gleam flashing in his eyes. There was something about him—something dark and magnetic—that made your pulse pick up.

When he finally reached you, his lips curled into a smug smile.

“Señorita,” he greeted smoothly, his voice a low drawl that sent a ripple of anticipation through you.

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging the effect he had on you. Instead, you raised an eyebrow and took another sip of your drink. “Do I know you?”

He leaned in slightly, close enough that his scent—deep and musky—saturated the air between you. “You don’t remember me?” His voice was playful, but there was an edge to it, like he was daring you to admit the truth.

You shrugged, trying to appear indifferent. “Maybe you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

Thanos chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill through you. “You know, you’re not as good at pretending as you think you are,” he muttered, his voice dropping lower, almost a whisper, as if it were just for you. “But I don’t mind. I like a little game.”

Your heart raced, but you stood your ground. “I’m not playing anything,” you said, but even as the words left your mouth, you knew they sounded weak. Your body was already betraying you, the pull of his presence undeniable.

Thanos stepped even closer, his breath warm against your skin. “I think you are,” he murmured, his lips brushing just beneath your ear. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

You felt his fingers graze the bare skin of your arm, just enough to make the hairs stand on end, but you didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away.

“Where’s your little boyfriend tonight?” Thanos asked, his voice tinged with mock curiosity as his eyes traced over you, deliberately slow.

You didn’t flinch, but there was a flicker of discomfort that you tried to hide. “None of your business,” you replied, voice steady but with an edge. You didn’t want to let him know how much his question got under your skin.

He chuckled darkly, leaning in a little closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. “I think it is,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “But if he’s not here, I guess that means you’re free for a little while, right?”

You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, felt his eyes roaming your body like he was memorizing every detail. You didn’t know whether to be angry or intrigued, but there was definitely a pull in your chest you couldn’t ignore.

“Myung-Gi’s busy,” you said flatly, refusing to let him see how much it bothered you that he was even asking. “He’s got his own thing going on tonight.”

Thanos gave a low hum, eyes narrowing slightly. “Must be nice to have someone who lets you do whatever you want.” His lips curved into a knowing smile, but there was something dark behind his eyes, like he was looking at you through a lens you weren’t used to.

You shifted, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm. “Maybe I like doing whatever I want,” you shot back, more confident than you felt.

Thanos leaned in even closer, his lips barely brushing your ear as he whispered, “You know, you could do whatever you want with me. No strings. No questions.” His fingers brushed against your wrist, sending a spark of electricity through your body, but you didn’t pull away.

Your breath caught in your throat, but you stayed silent, the tension between you both thickening. You could feel him testing you, trying to see how far he could push, and it took everything in you not to let him win.

“I bet you’re thinking about it,” he said softly, his lips grazing the edge of your jaw. “What it would be like. Letting go. Letting me show you how good it could feel.”

You turned your head, meeting his gaze, but the words didn’t come out the way you intended. “I don’t need you to show me anything.”

Thanos smiled, but it wasn’t a friendly smile. It was a challenge, a promise of something darker. “We’ll see about that,” he muttered, his lips ghosting over yours for a split second before he pulled back just enough to study your reaction.

The air between you felt electric now, charged with something you couldn’t quite name. You shouldn’t want this. You shouldn’t be standing here, not with him, not like this. But as much as you tried to fight it, there was a part of you—hidden, buried deep down—that wanted to take him up on his offer.

Before you could think of a response—or even decide whether you wanted to—your friend appeared out of nowhere, grabbing your arm and pulling you away. “Hey, come on, let’s go,” she said urgently, her voice laced with excitement. “We’re hitting the dance floor!”

You stumbled slightly as she yanked you, forcing you to leave the tension hanging in the air, unresolved. You glanced back at Thanos, catching the glint in his eyes—a promise, a challenge. He hadn’t said anything more, but you could feel the weight of his gaze, following you like a shadow.

“Fine,” you muttered, torn between staying and being dragged away, but it didn’t matter now. You were already out of his reach—physically, at least.

As you walked back toward the dance floor, your mind raced. Your friend was already pulling you into the rhythm of the crowd, distracting you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that Thanos was still watching you, his presence lingering even as he was out of sight.

You tried to lose yourself in the music, the flashing lights, but your thoughts kept slipping back to him. The way his voice had curled around you, the way his words had made you feel something you weren’t ready to admit.

And just when you thought you could push him out of your mind, a smirk appeared on your lips. You couldn’t stop it. There was something about Thanos, something dangerous and enticing, that you couldn’t ignore.

He would come for you, you knew that. Whether you wanted him to or not.

And when he did, you weren’t sure how much you’d be able to hold back.

Thanos, you were certain, wasn’t the kind of man who gave up. And you? You weren’t sure whether you were ready to fight the pull between you.

One way or another, he was going to catch you. And the thought—no matter how much you tried to resist it—made your heart race in a way it shouldn’t.

[heartsforvin]

SO SWEET

part two of the cutest thing !! yall been wantin this like CRAZY so here it is , i hope you all enjoy !!!

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings; smut, cussing, use of pet names, praise kink, thigh riding, bit of dry humping, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), p in v, cum play ??, if i missed anything lmk !!

summary; things get heated fast between your supposedly ‘best friend’

“all comfy?” vinnie asks as he sees you walk back into the room with a smile.

you nod. “mhm, you pick the movie?” you ask as you jump into the bed next to vinnie.

as you get under the covers you notice that vinnie no longer has a tshirt on, instead only in a pair of sweatpants, tattoos on full display.

vinnie nods as he holds his arm out for you to climb into him. you do, pressing your back to his chest.

he starts the movie and it’s quiet for awhile, that is until you feel vinnie’s grip around your waist tighten and that feeling you felt when you sat on his lap earlier came back.

“vin?” you completely turn your body and face him. he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear and hums, letting you know to continue.

“that feelings back.” you tell him, he chuckles as he buries his face in your neck.

he finally got his body and mind to calm down after earlier this day, but now you’re making it pretty difficult.

this was supposed to be you two relaxing for the night. he thought you got what you were feeling earlier out of your system and that was it.

“fuck,” vinnie mutters under his breath, low chuckle added as he buries his face in your chest. “you know what i told you, baby.”

he says it more for himself, to remind him that he cannot and will not do that. thrashing your legs, you whine as if you’re a child who didn’t get their way.

does he not understand how you feel? he has too. you were only met with this feeling hours ago, having no idea what it meant. meanwhile, he probably felt like this all the time.

“shh,” vinnie coos as he runs his fingers through your hair. he rubs your back gently, getting you to calm down. “can’t do that to you.”

you hate how he keeps telling you that. you know he can do that to you, he just doesn’t want to rip that away from you.

“you can, vin! please, it hurts.” you whine, needing him now more than ever.

vinnie groans. the more you ask him to do it the more his cock twitches in his pants.

before you know what you’re even doing, you sit up just enough to where you can wrap your leg around vinnie’s, your clothed pussy resting right on his thigh.

vinnie’s hands instinctively go to your waist, gripping tightly as you rock yourself against him.

he watches as you move against him, not realizing you had this in you. “sweetheart,” his voice comes out breathless, loving the view he’s got in front of him.

“vin, please.” you whimper, rocking yourself against your bestfriend faster.

his body thinks before his mind does and before either of you know it, vinnie has you so you’re on your back in a second.

his mouth is on you aggressively, kissing you, your neck, your jaw, anywhere he can be. it felt how it did hours prior, but so much better.

“shit,” he mutters, lifting himself off of you. “i’m sorry baby, fuck i should’ve asked sooner. is this okay?”

a sweet smile appears on your face and vinnie can’t help but smile and stroke your cheek. “it’s so okay, vin.” you tell him.

he’s back on your mouth before you can let out another breath. this continues for a few seconds before you whine into his mouth.

vinnie is out of it now, completely submerged in you and your taste. “needy, aren’t you sweetheart?”

the question doesn’t need answering, he knows you are. slowly, he moves his hand down, only to be met with your dampened panties.

he lets out a low groan into your mouth at the feeling at how wet you are already, and the fact you chose to sleep with only his tshirt on.

quickly, you pull apart from the boy above you, worried you made him uncomfortable.

“you okay?” you ask ever so sweetly, smile spread across your face.

vinnie returns the smile, his hand grazing your thigh, sending a million shocks of euphoria through you.

you’ve never gotten this sort of affection before, let alone had any idea what exactly you’re getting yourself into.

“so okay,” he replies breathlessly. “how are you doin’, baby?” he asked.

you giggle at the feeling of his finger sliding up and down your clothed pussy. smiling while biting your lip, you look at vinnie and he can’t help but kiss your cheek.

“i’m good, vin,” you reply with another giggle at the feeling of his finger on you. “that feels good.” you tell him.

vinnie smirks. “yeah?” you watch as he continues before pulling back your panties so he can get a peak at you uncovered.

you start to whine again, thrashing your legs against his mattress, needing him to do something.

“vinnie, please.” the pleasure you’re feeling is unbearable, it’s been fifteen minutes of vinnie merely touching you, yet you already feel this intense. 

“what do you want, princess?” you can’t stand him or his tone. it’s second after second of him just teasing you.

you’ve been wanting this all night but now, now you’re too afraid to say it. too afraid for it to become reality.

vinnie sees the obvious switch in your demeanor and sits up. “sweetheart,” vinnie lifts your chin with his index finger, making you look at him. “where’d you go?”

you give him a shy smile, sitting up and pulling your legs to your chest. the panties you wore that night do little to no effort to cover you while you sat like this.

vinnie tries his hardest to be a good friend and look directly at you. after all, you both are friends first.

“never done this,” you say softly, realizing after that he knew that already. “just nervous.”

vinnie sighs with a smile, rubbing your knee comfortingly. “do you want to do this?” he asks.

you lower your head, feeling like you let him down. for what? you don’t know.

“hey, hey, look at me,” he gains your attention. “we don’t have to do this, i can finish off in the bathroom real quick then we can finish the movie.” he tells you.

the thought of him doing that while you sit and wait on his bed makes that feeling come back. “no, i wanna do this. just-just show me how, please.”

vinnie pushes you on your back, head laid beneath the pillow and hovers over you, hands on either side of you to hold himself up.

“just lay right here, sweet girl,” vinnie says before he leans down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. “gonna make you feel so, so good.”

you watch as he makes his way down your body, asking if he can take off your shirt. you nod with a huge smile, giving him a verbal answer as well.

the minute your shirt is off vinnie can’t help himself. eyes and hands immediately landing on your tits.

he squeezes them in his hands, making you moan and buck your hips at the feeling of his warm hands on you.

“that feel good, pretty girl?” he knows the answer, just loves when he squeezes the skin in his hands and watches you completely break.

he soon makes his way down to your panties, kissing right below your bellybutton.

“vinnie,” you watch as he grabs the waistband of your panties, pulling them down so your right hip is exposed.

he kisses the exposed skin, making you whine. “do something!”

vinnie gives in, looking up at you and asking with his eyes if he can remove the clothing. you tell him yes and they’re off and on the floor in a heartbeat.

moving even farther down your body, he finally gets to where you need him most.

he slides his index finger over your slit, watching as your wetness coats his finger. “so wet f’me,” he groans.

vinnie slowly pushes a finger into you, a whine leaving your lips at the tight feeling.

“shit, princess,” vinnie looks up at you and your already dazed state. “you good?” he chuckles as he sees you give him a dopey smile.

it takes you a minute to respond, vinnie’s finger going in and out of you at a reasonable pace, it’s just a feeling you’ve never experienced.

you giggle at him, watching as he looks up at you with a smile. “f-feels so good - shit.” he hits a particularly good spot that makes you cry out.

vinnie continues stretching you out for a few more minutes into he feels you’re ready for the real thing.

well, close to the real thing. “baby, hey. look at me, pretty.” vinnie says as he pulls his fingers out of you.

he can see your expression and knows you’re almost fully submerged in him. “sweetheart.” vinnie calls out again, gaining your attention.

you smile at him and he strokes your cheek, returning the gesture. “hi, my pretty girl. you ready for somethin’ else?” he asks you.

the smile remains on your face, excited for what that is. “is it your cock?” in the tone you ask it sounds less vulgar, vinnie can’t help but let out a laugh.

he’s never heard you say anything like that. you rarely cussed, let alone use a word like that.

“pretty girl’s gotta mouth on her, huh?” he chuckles as your cheeks darken a shade of red.

he’s surprised you know that word, he doesn’t remember teaching you what it meant, but then again he can’t remember most conversations right now.

“no baby, not yet,” he leans down to kiss the inside of your thigh. “this could be a close second for you though. we’ll get to that one, just be patient.”

you nod and smile at your bestfriend, doing as told. “okay, vin!”

vinnie repositions himself so he’s laying on his stomach, face directly in front of your aching cunt. before he can rethink his actions, he attaches his mouth to you.

“mmh, vin.” you moan as you feel his mouth on your clit. you bend your knees and vinnie grabs them and locks his arms around them.

he kisses and sucks your clit harshly, eliciting more whimpers and moans out of you. this was unlike anything you’ve felt before, this felt amazing.

“feel good, my love?” he asks once he pulls away from you, chin glistening with your juices.

all you can do is nod with his mouth back on you. the noise was almost pornographic, the way he sucked at your clit made you buck your hips into his face.

“fuck, baby,” vinnie moans against you. “do that again, shit.” he sucks on your bud just how he did a moment ago, making you buck your hips into him again.

“good girl,” the praise goes straight through you. vinnie looks up at you and watches as you grip the sheets and push your head into the pillow. “so good for me.”

vinnie continues his actions until he sees you start to squirm under him, whining as you do. “talk to me, baby, what is it?” he can tell you feel something extreme.

the pleasure crashes through you so fast you can’t answer him, a beat of silence passes before you say. “f-feels like m’gonna pee!”

vinnie smirks, knowing exactly how you feel. “let it out for me, sweet girl. you’re not gonna pee, trust me.”

vinnie speeds up the process just a bit and adds a finger while he sucks on your clit. the pleasure of his finger along with his mouth is enough to push you over the edge.

“that’s it, baby. yeah, that’s it, let it out for me,” his praises push you over the edge and you release all over his mouth. “fuck, look at that, good girl.”

he moves his mouth off of you, sliding his fingers against you, watching your cum slide out of you as he does.

with a goofy grin, you look up at vinnie and see he’s leaning closer to you. “open up, pretty.”

you do as told and vinnie sticks his fingers in your mouth for you to lick clean. “that’s my good girl, so proud of you.”

you smile at the boy in front of you, looking down to see the obvious strain in his pajama pants.

vinnie meets your gaze and laughs once he realizes what you’re looking at. the laugh soon turns into a moan when he feels your hand on him.

“you know you want it, vin. why stop when we’ve barely started?” he didn’t know you could talk like that, about those things.

it seems like he can’t move fast enough. you help him remove his pajama pants and boxers, cock springing free in an instant.

you gasp audibly at the sight, making vinnie chuckle a bit at your reaction. “so big.” is all you can say.

you wonder if he’s even going to fit, plus having being a virgin to everything in this situation in general.

vinnie knew that though, so he knew to be gentle with you. “you alright?” vinnie asks once he realizes you went somewhere.

you nod. “mhm, just wondering if you’ll fit is all.” you tell him, and vinnie smiles.

he kisses you softly, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “i’ll make it fit.”

the tone makes you want to close your legs so tight that you can’t feel the burning feeling.

“you want this, right?” he asks again, needing to make sure you’re one hundred percent okay and want this.

you roll your eyes playfully at the boy in front of you. “wouldn’t be naked in your bed if i didn’t, vin.” you giggle.

vinnie smiles and kisses your cheek. he gently pushes your head back against the pillow, back on the mattress, and he hovers over you.

“lemme know if it gets too much,” he says as he strokes your cheek. “if you say stop, we stop. you got it?”

you nod, biting your lip at the feeling of him sliding his cock against your folds. “please.” you whimper softly.

vinnie chuckles as he continues. you’re still wet from moments prior so this wasn’t necessary, but he loved how it felt to be this close to you.

he warns you that it’s gonna hurt for a bit, you protest, telling him you can take it.

vinnie groans at the words that leave your pretty lips. he still can’t believe you two are doing this, but it feels too right to stop.

he pushes himself into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. “fuck,” he whispers.

you moan at the pleasure of him finally being inside of you. it does hurt a bit, but overall the pleasure overpowers the pain.

“you ready, sweetheart?” vinnie asks you. he doesn’t care if it takes you five seconds or five minutes to be ready, he could honestly cum right now if he was being honest.

the way your pussy hugs his cock so tight, as if the two of you were made for each other, it felt so right.

you give vinnie verbal confirmation you’re ready for him to start moving. he grabs at your hips and starts slowly thrusting into you.

his pace quickens with time and soon he’s groping at your tits, stoping them from frantically moving with his thrusts.

“f-fuck, vin.” you whine out at the feeling of his hands on your chest and being inside you.

vinnie smirks when he sees your fucked out expression, knowing that after tonight, there won’t be much walking for you.

“baby, can i try somethin’?” vinnie asks as he stops his movements completely.

you give him a wide grin. “anything!” you tell him.

vinnie smiles and switches positions so one of your legs is hooked around his shoulder, giving him much better access.

he starts his movements again, and you can’t help but moan loudly at the new position and feeling.

vinnie looks down at you as he fucks into you. moaning profanities and ‘good girl’s’ as he does.

you feel so good wrapped around him, he’s surprised you two haven’t done this sooner.

“dirty, dirty girl,” he grunts, you just look at him, completely out of it. “letting your best friend fuck you like a slut. look at you, all fucked out, can’t even think straight.”

his words don’t even process in your brain. he’s right, though. the only thing you’re thinking of right now is vinnie and how good he’s making you feel.

“v-v,” you moan out, not even able to muster out his full name.

you feel pressure on your clit and cant help but buck your hips up at the stimulation. vinnie rubs harsh circles on your bundle of nerves, trying to push you to your breaking point.

“wanna watch you cum all over my cock, sweet girl. can you do that f’me?” his filthy mouth makes you feel ten times more intense.

the words coming out of him, it’s not anything you ever thought you’d hear him say in your entire friendship.

“mhm,” you moan, the pressure you feel on your clit becoming more intense. “gonna come out, vin. it’s gonna come out!”

vinnie smiles as he continues to toy at your clit, watching your face contort into pleasure as he also fucks into you at a harsh pace.

“come on, princess, cum for me,” he edges you on, kissing at your hip bone. “ be a good girl for me, hmm?”

you let out a loud whine as you cum all over his cock, panting heavily as you come down.

“fuck look at that,” vinnie says as spreads your own juices along your pussy. “so sweet.”

he stays inside of you for a minute before pulling out and stroking his cock harshly. “where you want it, sweetheart?” he asks you.

it takes you a second to process what he’s asking before you whine out, “on my tits, please vin!”

he does just that — cumming all over your pretty tits as he lets a moan leave his mouth.

you look at the substance that’s on you before lifting your hand and swiping your finger across your chest. you put your finger to your lips and stare up at vinnie.

“gonna fuckin’ kill me, baby.” he tells you as he watches you suck your finger clean.

he lets you calm down for a minute before getting up and grabbing you a washcloth and his your clothes.

he cleans you up and dresses you in new panties and his shirt that you were previously wearing.

he tells you to go to the bathroom and you whine, saying you don’t have to go.

“go piss before you get an infection, baby. trust me you do not want that, m’gonna change the sheets for us, okay?” he kiss you softly before slapping your ass as you make your way to the bathroom.

once all done, you and vinnie climb back into bed. he lays with his arm holding his head up while you are cuddled into him, head against his bare chest.

vinnie’s arm is wrapped around you, rubbing your back gently to put you to sleep.

little did he know, you knocked out the second your head laid against his chest.

“goodnight, angel.” he kisses your head softly, continuing to rub your back until he too, drifts off to sleep.

you fuckers happy now ?? finally posted this shit so yall can hop off my dick (i love you im just playin)

but fr i hope you guys enjoyed !! im sorry it took so long, im just so busy w work n im so tired after that i barely feel like writing

but i loved how this turned out in the end. rewrote this 3 times because i wasnt liking it but this one i love and i hope you all do too !!!

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Broken Shell (Angst/Fluff-ish ending)

BVT!Raphael x reader

A/N: Time for some for more of the BVT bois😈😂❤️

Warnings: Broken shell, mentioning of blood, emotional distress, emotional outbursts, anger outbursts.

The city was a blur of noise and chaos, but for Raphael, the world had narrowed down to pain and darkness. The battle against Shredder and Ra’s al Ghul had left him grievously injured. His brothers had managed to get him back to the lair, but the damage was done. His shell was cracked, his arm mangled, and blood seeped from numerous wounds.

You, a close friend of the turtles, and an especially close friend of Raphael, had immediately taken on the role of caretaker. You had minor medical training, all thanks to Donatello. Thank god that the turtles had thought it important for you to learn a little, because otherwise there was no saying what would have happened to Raph. With Donatello’s help, you did your best to patch Raphael up. But it was a grueling process. At one point Donnie had to tell you to go take a break, due to your shaking hands, letting Batman, Batgirl and Alfred take over for you. Mikey and Leo ended up having to take you out of the Batcave and have you sit down in the kitchen of Wayne Manor, where Robin poured you a glass of water. You were shaking, on the verge of tears. And sadly, you knew that the troubles would be far from over after that one night.

—

The first night after the patch up was the hardest. Raphael's usually fierce eyes were dulled by pain and medication, unable to fully focus on anything around him. You sat by his side, holding his hand, whispering words of comfort that felt hollow even to your own ears. You could see the frustration in his face, the anger at his own helplessness. Raph hated being stuck in bed like this. And when he was in that mood, it could be hard, even for you to have a dissent conversation with him, without him getting at least a little passive aggressive.

"It's going to be okay, Raph", you said softly, brushing over his knuckles with your thumb in a calming manner, hoping it would work.

"Yeah, right", Raphael muttered, his voice thick with pain and fatigue, still not focusing on anything in the room. "Just peachy".

—

By the third day, Raphael’s frustration had turned into anger. You were doing everything you could to make him comfortable, but Raphael's pride was wounded as deeply as his body. He hated being weak, and he hated needing help. Even if it was from you, a person he cared for and trusted. It was just not something in Raph’s to feel comfortable with, or even feel deserving of.

"Stop hovering", he snapped at you, as you tried to adjust his bandages. "I’m not a baby".

"I don’t think you’re a baby. I’m just trying to help, Raph," you replied gently, trying to hide your hurt.

"Well, I don't need your help!", he yelled, his voice cracking. "I don't need anyone's help!"

The words cut deep, and you felt tears sting their eyes. You knew Raphael didn’t mean it, knew he was just lashing out because he was in pain and his current self loathing. But it still hurt. Not just because of his words, but because it was Raphael, the guy you cared so much about…

—

A week into Raphael's recovery, the tension reached its breaking point. You had been running themselves ragged, barely sleeping, constantly worrying about Raphael. You were exhausted, both physically and emotionally. It was at the point where everybody could see it. One thing was to have Raph’s brothers come and ask you if you needed a break, but to have Batman put a hand on your shoulder, telling you that you had to focus on yourself before you decided to help Raph, was something you did not expect. Nevertheless you stuck around Raph, intending to help him, even if his short temper got the best of him.

"Raph, you need to eat", you said, holding out a bowl of soup.

"I'm not hungry", Raphael growled, his eyes not even looking at you, his face emotionless.

"You have to keep your strength up”, you insisted.

"I said, I'm not hungry!" He slapped the bowl away, sending it crashing to the floor with a loud crash, the soup now all over the kitchen floor. Everybody stared in silence, shocked by Raph’s outburst. And outburst against you. That had never happened before. "Why can't you just leave me alone?!"

You stared at the mess, feeling your patience snap. Raph’s brothers had several times told you that you were a little like Raph, and now as you finally felt your temper break over, you understood why. "Because I care about you, you idiot! Because I can't stand seeing you like this and not do anything to help!"

Raphael looked at you, and for a moment, the anger in his eyes flickered into something else - something vulnerable. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by his usual scowl.

"Fine. Do whatever you want", he muttered, turning his gaze away from you, not caring who in the kitchen were looking at the two of you.

You once again felt tears welling up again, but you refused to let them fall. Instead you stood up from the chair, making sure it made as much noise as possible as it scooted back from you. You made a big deal out of staring at Raph as you got a towel, doing just like Raph had done, ignoring everybody else in the room and their nervous stares. You cleaned up the mess in silence, their heart aching with every second that passed. Yet you stared at Raph, catching him throwing glances at you every once in a while. He felt bad. But Raph being Raph, he wasn’t going to say it.

—

Three days after the kitchen incident, Raphael finally reached a breaking point of his own. You found him in his room, staring at the ceiling, his face drawn with pain and regret.

"Hey", you said softly, sitting down next to him, keeping the distance you had kept to him, ever since he yelled at you.

"Hey", he replied, not meeting your eyes.

There was a long silence, and then Raphael spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry".

You blinked, not sure you had heard him correctly. "What?"

"I'm sorry", he repeated, louder this time. "For everything. For yelling at you. For pushing you away. I just... I hate feeling like this. I hate feeling weak".

Your heart softened, reaching out to take his hand, just like you had done so many times before what happened in the kitchen. "Raph, you're not weak. You're one of the strongest people I know. But it's okay to need help sometimes. It's okay to be vulnerable".

Raphael looked at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don’t deserve you", he said hoarsely.

You squeezed his hand and gave him a reassuring smile. "Yes, you do. We’re in this together, Raph. No matter what".

—

As the days went by, things slowly began to improve. Raphael's physical wounds started to heal, and so did the emotional rift between him and you. You spent long hours talking, sharing both of your fears and hopes, and rebuilding the trust that had been strained.

One evening, as the two of you sat together watching a movie in Bruce Wayne's large living room, Raph suddenly turned to you with shining eyes and said, "I don't know what I would’ve done without you".

You smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "You don’t have to find out. I’m not going anywhere".

This made Raph smile back at you before turning back towards the television. “I hope you’re right”.

—

A month after the battle, Raphael was able to move around more easily, though he still had a long way to go. You stayed by his side every step of the way, your bond stronger than ever.

One night, as you sat on the balcony of Wayne Manor, looking out over the city, Raph suddenly took your hand in his.

"Thank you", he said softly, maintaining a strong eye contact with you. "For everything".

You smiled and leaned your head against his shoulder, sighing and feeling a sense of peace.

"Always, Raph. Always", you said, letting your eyes fall upon the city beyond the trees once again. At that point you knew that when you, Raph and the others returned back home to New York, you and Raph would have many things and feelings to discuss together.