#I do not move from the door as I ask them lol

[scoupsakakitty]

hello!! this is my first request lol, can we have fluff of svt 14th member when she gets her period?? something along those lines however you want to interpret it!!

Wingmen and Wings | idol!Seventeen x 14thMember!Reader | fluff, slight angst

It was just another exhausting practice day for Seventeen. The heavy beat of the music echoed through the walls of the practice room as the members moved in sync, their bodies drenched in sweat.

In the middle of the formation, Y/N, the 14th and only female member, struggled to keep up.

Her legs felt heavy, her stomach churned, and a dull ache throbbed in her lower back. She tried to push through it, focusing on the rhythm, but each step felt like her body was working against her.

“Y/N, what’s wrong with you today?” Seungkwan teased from across the room.

“Yeah, did you forget how to dance?” Vernon added, smirking.

“Maybe she’s just lazy,” Hoshi joked, always ready to poke fun.

Y/N froze mid-step, glaring at them.

“Maybe you guys should just shut up for once!” she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended.

The room went silent.

“Whoa,” Jeonghan muttered under his breath. “What’s with the attitude?”

Y/N clenched her fists, heat rising to her face not just from embarrassment, but also frustration. She grabbed her water bottle and stomped to the corner of the room, leaving the boys stunned.

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During the break, Y/N sat with her back against the wall, scrolling through her phone and trying to ignore the ache in her stomach.

She didn’t notice when Joshua walked up to her, holding his jacket in his hands.

“Here,” he said softly, draping it around her waist.

Y/N looked up, confused.

“What are you doing?”

Joshua leaned in closer, lowering his voice.

“I think you started your period,” he whispered carefully, avoiding eye contact. “You should go check. Like—now.”

Her eyes widened in horror.

“What? No—are you serious?”

Joshua nodded, his voice kind but urgent.

“Just go. I’ll cover for you if anyone asks.”

Heart pounding, Y/N tied his jacket tighter around her waist and hurried out of the room as casually as she could.

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In the bathroom, Y/N confirmed her worst fear.

She had, in fact, started her period—and had nothing with her. No pads, no tampons, and no spare clothes.

Her stomach sank as panic bubbled up.

Her hands trembled as she grabbed her phone, dialing Joshua’s number.

“Josh?”

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Her voice came out in a whisper.

“I need help,” she said, mortified. “I don’t have any pads or tampons. Or clean clothes. I need you to—” She paused, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I need you to get me some stuff.”

Joshua hesitated only for a second.

“Okay. What kind?”

“The ones with wings,” she said quickly, then groaned. “You know—pads. With wings.”

“Wings?” Joshua repeated, sounding confused. “Like… flying wings?”

“No! Just—ugh, never mind! Please hurry!”

“Got it,” he said. “I’ll figure it out.”

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Joshua rushed out of the practice room, but Mingyu and DK caught him at the door.

“Where are you going?” DK asked suspiciously.

“And why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” Mingyu added.

Joshua hesitated.

“Y/N needs something,” he said. “It’s… personal.”

DK and Mingyu exchanged concerned looks.

“What is it?” Mingyu pressed.

Joshua sighed.

“She started her period,” he said quietly. “And she doesn’t have anything—no pads, no clothes, nothing.”

“Oh.” DK blinked. “Ohhh.”

“We’re helping,” Mingyu said immediately. “Come on.”

———————————————————————————-

Joshua quickly met up with Mingyu and DK to head out and buy what Y/N needed.

“Alright, we need to grab pads, clothes, snacks… anything we can think of to help her,” Joshua instructed, his mind already racing.

“Pads. Got it,” Mingyu said, his eyes scanning the shelves. “Do we need a specific kind? Like, wings or no wings?”

Joshua hesitated for a moment. “Let’s just get the ones with wings. She’ll be more comfortable.”

DK nodded. “Got it. We’ll grab those. Maybe we should also buy the overnight ones or the ultra thin ones or what about the maxi pads? Fuck it let’s buy them all. What about clothes?” DK added, tossing all the pads into the shopping cart.

Joshua glanced at the tampons on the shelf. “What about tampons? What size should we buy?” The tree boys stared at the tampons, unsure what to do. “What do you mean by size? You mean the size of her.. you know?” DK asked, his face flushing slightly. “No are you dumb?” Mingyu laughed, shaking his head. “It’s for her period flow. Light, regular, or super. You know, the amount of flow she has.” Joshua nodded, relieved. “Yeah it’s all about the flow. We’ll go with regular for now.”

Mingyu grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. “These look like something she’d wear. Big and comfy.”

Joshua nodded. “Good choice. She’ll definitely appreciate this.”

Mingyu paused for a moment, then added, “Maybe we should add these too. Not to be weird, but I think she might need these as well.” He grabbed a pack of underwear and tossed it into the cart.

Joshua blinked in surprise. “Oh, uh, yeah, you’re probably right. She’ll need those.”

DK, who had been holding a pack of pads, looked at Mingyu, then back at Joshua, his face flushed. “Yeah, it’s for… the whole situation.”

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Back at the dorm, Jeonghan, Seungkwan, and Dino had begun preparing a cozy space for Y/N, knowing she would need a relaxing environment.

“We should set up a space for her to just relax,” Jeonghan said, laying out blankets and soft pillows across the couch.

“Agreed,” Seungkwan added, fluffing the pillows. “She’s going to need something comfy after all this. Maybe we should dim the lights and add some soft music?”

“Definitely,” Dino agreed. “The more peaceful, the better.”

As the group worked, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Woozi, and Vernon were in the kitchen, preparing a warm meal.

“Do you think she’ll want soup?” Hoshi asked, stirring a pot.

“She’s definitely going to need something light,” Woozi replied. “Something comforting.”

Vernon grabbed some chocolate. “And don’t forget dessert. She’s going to need chocolate, too.” Wonwoo nodded. „She loves chocolate ice cream lately.”

“Right!” Hoshi grinned. “Comfort food all the way.”

————————————————————————————-

Meanwhile, S.Coups, Jun, and The8 were on their own mission, heading to the pharmacy to buy painkillers and whatever else they could find to ease Y/N’s discomfort.

S.Coups grabbed a bottle of painkillers. “We’ve got to make sure she’s okay, so let’s grab some extra just in case.”

“I’ll grab some tea,” Jun suggested, reaching for a box of chamomile. “It’s relaxing. She’ll need it.”

The8, however, suddenly grabbed a bottle of iron supplements, holding them up to S.Coups and Jun. “We need this too,” he said earnestly.

S.Coups blinked in surprise. “Iron? Why?”

The8 looked serious. “I read somewhere that women lose a lot of iron during their period. It can help with fatigue, so we need to get it.”

Jun looked amused. “You’ve been doing your research, huh?”

The8 shrugged. “I want to make sure we cover all bases.”

S.Coups nodded approvingly. “Alright, let’s get it.”

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Joshua returned to the bathroom, knocking softly.

“Y/N? It’s me.”

She cracked the door open just enough to peek out.

“You got it?”

“Everything,” Joshua said, holding up multiple bags. “Clothes, pads—wings included—and snacks. Oh, and S.Coups brought painkillers.”

Y/N grabbed the bags, her cheeks red.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

Joshua grinned. “Don’t mention it. Just change and come out when you’re ready.”

———————————————————————————-

By the time they all made it back to the dorm, Y/N froze in shock.

The living room had been completely transformed.

Blankets and pillows covered the couch, the lights were dimmed, and a heating pad was already plugged in and waiting for her. A full meal was spread out on the table, along with chocolates, herbal tea, and drinks.

“What… is this?” Y/N asked, her voice breaking.

“We figured you’d need this,” Jeonghan said, smiling softly. “So—surprise?”

Her lip trembled as tears filled her eyes.

“You guys didn’t have to do all this,” she whispered.

“Of course we did,” Mingyu said. “You’re our family.”

Before they knew it, she pulled them all into a giant group hug, burying her face in Seungkwan’s shoulder as the others squeezed in around her.

———————————————————————————-

Later that night, they all piled onto the couch to watch a movie.

Y/N sat in the middle, wrapped in a blanket with the heating pad pressed against her stomach.

Halfway through the movie, she leaned against Joshua’s shoulder, her eyelids drooping.

“You’re the best,” she mumbled sleepily.

Joshua smiled, brushing her hair back gently. “I know.”

The rest of the boys exchanged proud smiles, looking down at Y/N as she fell asleep surrounded by her second family.

“Mission accomplished,” Woozi whispered.

And as they all settled in for the night, they knew they wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[achilles-rage]

What’s Good for You

summary: when your cat gets stuck up a tree, you have to call 9-1-1, which leads you to meet a very handsome firefighter.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: idk where this came from, i just wrote it in an hour lol. it started with thinking about how humiliating it would be to have to call 911 about your cat stuck up a tree, and this is what happened. enjoy<3

warnings: none, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” you hear from your phone speaker as you pace around your living room. You’re biting at the skin of your thumb as your eyes dart towards your balcony window, and then you look down at the phone, letting out a quiet sigh.

“Hi. My cat is, um,” you begin, clearing your throat as you feel embarrassment filling your belly and making your cheeks heat up, “stuck in a tree.” you finish, mumbling. 

You feel so stupid right now, but you’re not sure what else to do. You can see the small ball of fur from your spot in the living room, a black speck perched on the branch furthest from your balcony, as if taunting you.

“Sorry, what?” the woman asks. You tilt your head back with a louder sigh, closing your eyes as you gather what’s left of your dignity before you speak up.

“My cat is stuck in a tree.” you tell her again, spacing out the words and letting them hang in the air around you while resisting the urge to hang up the phone and go buy a ladder yourself.

“Did you try to get it down?” she asks after a moment, and you can tell she’s trying to hold back a laugh. She’s most definitely smiling, you can hear it in her voice, and if you had gotten this call, you would be too.

“She’s, like, really high up there.” you mutter, walking out onto your balcony and looking down towards the sidewalk below. Well, at least she hasn’t fallen, you think.

“How high?” 

“Well, I live on the sixth floor, and she ran onto the balcony when I opened the door and jumped into the tree beside it. She’s on the other side of the tree now, right out on the far branch, so I can’t reach her.” you explain. It feels like you’re digging a bigger hole for yourself as you speak. She probably thinks you’re stupid, or at the very least, a bad pet owner. 

“I’m so sorry, this is definitely not an emergency, I shouldn’t have called.” you suddenly add on, ready to hang up the phone and never dial the number ever again.

“No, that’s okay, don’t hang up. It’s better you call us instead of climbing the tree yourself and falling. I’m Maddie. We’re gonna get your cat without someone getting hurt. Now, what’s your name?” Maddie tells you, and you stop your hovering thumb from clicking the end call button.

“Okay, okay.” you mumble, then begin to give her all your information.

You watch your cat, and try to call her a few times, and finally, a firetruck appears below your apartment. You haphazardly put on some shoes before going down to the main floor to meet the firefighters, thanking Maddie and hanging up the phone on the way down.

“Is this your cat?” a man with a captain patch on his uniform asks when you approach them. 

You nod, a sheepish smile on your face as you look up to see your cat, now looking extremely small from her high spot in the tree. It’s now that dread fills your belly. You’ve had your cat for years, and she helped you immensely when you first moved to LA and didn’t have any friends, so now that the initial embarrassment has worn off, all you can feel is fear.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry. I opened my balcony for, like, one second to water my plants, and she-” you try to explain, but the captain just shakes his head with a smile on his face, giving you a comforting pat on the back.

“Don’t worry about it. We answer these kinds of calls more than you’d think. We’ll get ‘em down.” he reassures you. 

You give him a small smile, and stand back with him while he tells one of the other men to control the ladder while another goes up.

You don’t miss how attractive the man going up the ladder is; curly hair and bright blue eyes. He looks strong, and kind, but you try not to think about it as you watch him climb the ladder, getting closer to your cat.

You inhale a sharp breath when the firefighter finally gets up to your cat, hearing the quiet, distinct sound of her hiss as he grabs onto her. Your brows knit together in confusion, however, when you see how easily the man is able to come down the ladder a second later; your cat happily perched in his arm.

You take your cat gratefully once he’s down, a grin on your face as you clutch her to your chest and finally make eye contact with the firefighter who saved her, but not after he takes a brief moment to check you out. He’s pulled in by your curves immediately; your soft belly and your thick thighs, but he also thinks you have the nicest smile he’s ever seen.

“Thank you so much for saving her.” you say as you look into his eyes, feeling yourself getting lost in the prettiest blue you think you’ve ever seen. 

You feel underdressed; wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized long sleeve tee for your day off of work. You were planning on lounging around the house, but apparently, the universe had other plans.

Buck’s smile turns to a smirk when he notices the way your face changes, feeling his chest swell with pride. He’s used to being thanked while doing his job, but it’s not as often he’s thanked by someone as pretty as you.

“No problem. She’s sweet.” he replies, reaching out and rubbing the spot between your cat’s ear, causing her to purr loudly and rub against his hand.

“Yeah? She usually hates men.” you tell him with a shrug. 

A small laugh escapes your lips as you both look down and watch your cat being so friendly with him. You’ve only ever seen her like this with you and your close girlfriends.

“Really?” he asks in slight disbelief, eyes raising back up to meet yours. 

You nod, laughing again. It’s like she knows that he’s there to help, or, she can sense that you’re extremely attracted to him and is turning on her charm. You’ve seen it before; she’s extremely good at suckering you into giving her more treats than she needs.

“Yeah, she hated my ex, even after a year of us dating.” you tell him, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as soon as the words fall from your lips. Why did you just bring up your shitty ex-boyfriend to this handsome, muscular stranger?

“Guess she knows what’s good for you. That’s why he’s your ex.” he reasons with a smirk. You begin to nod, looking down as your cat leans into his hand, but when you look up and see the way his lips are quirked up on one side, you realize what he’s also alluding to. That he’s good for you.

“Yeah, I guess so.” you breathe out, suddenly finding it hard to find any words at all. 

You can’t believe he’s flirting with you right now. You know you should be aware of his team surrounding you, no doubt listening to your conversation and able to see the dazed look on your face, but while looking up at him? Everything fades to the back of your mind except for him.

As he’s about to say something else, one of his teammates cuts him off. He’s glad, because he was about to completely ignore his rule about not dating people he meets on calls.

“Come on, lover boy, we gotta go! There’s a structural fire on third!” 

Both of your eyes widen, and you jump slightly in surprise as you look over at the shorter firefighter climbing into the firetruck. You can see the hint of a blush appear on the man’s face as you look back over to him, and he laughs awkwardly, raising a hand and rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go. It was nice to meet you!” he tells you, taking a second to drag his eyes over your figure one last time before he’s gone, running to the truck.

“Yeah, you too.” you mumble to yourself, watching from your spot on the sidewalk as they drive away, lights and siren blaring.

You walk back up to your apartment in a slight daze, your cat clutched tightly to your chest until you’re finally inside and the front and balcony doors are closed. You throw yourself down onto the couch, unable to stop thinking about the handsome firefighter. 

You run your hand along your cat's back as she jumps up onto your lap and makes herself comfortable, still feeling butterflies swarming in your belly as you think of his kind smile and broad shoulders.

“You did your best, but I think I’m the one that fucked up here.” you tell your cat, laughing softly to yourself. She had acted as the perfect wingman, and you still couldn’t bring yourself to do anything. You know you should’ve asked for his number, or at the very least, his name, but you were far too afraid. 

Maybe he was just being nice? Or maybe he has a girlfriend at home, and he likes to be flirty on the job. 

Either way, you still can’t stop thinking about him, and you desperately wish you could see him again.

It’s been a few days since Buck had met you, and he can’t help but think about you. He could tell that you were slightly embarrassed about your situation, but it just made you more endearing to him. You had a figure that had his mouth watering, and all your dips and curves on show in your outfit were teasing him as he tried to do his job. 

That’s how he found himself here, in the grocery store closest to your apartment, hoping he’d coincidentally run into you. 

He had to go to a specific store a little further from his house; it being the only one that sells a specific ingredient he needs for dinner tonight, and on his way home, he realized he forgot another ingredient for dinner.

He was a couple blocks from your apartment; it being in between his apartment and the store he needed to go to, so he decided to stop there rather than go to his usual grocery store. 

With his luck, you wouldn’t be there, but he thought he might as well try. It’s a perfect loophole to his work-dating rule.

As he wanders the aisles, not used to the layout of the store, he hears a voice apologize to someone behind him, and his eyes widen. He knows that voice, he heard it the other day, apologizing for calling him to get a cat from a tree.

He grins when he turns and his eyes set on you, now in a sundress, and looking fucking incredible.

“It’s you.” you mutter in disbelief, a smile growing on your face as you look up and see him standing right in front of you, directly in front of what you came to this aisle for.

“It’s you.” he repeats, letting his eyes trail down your figure. Your bare legs have him licking his lips, and when his eyes snap back up to meet yours, you finally tell him your name.

He lets your name roll around in his mouth, feeling the weight of it on his tongue and making him grin. Finally, a name to the pretty face.

“Buck.” he replies, and you repeat it quietly, nodding sheepishly. 

He can tell you want to speak, that the words are on the tip of your tongue, but you seem nervous, so he takes over.

“Do you wanna go out sometime?” 

Your lips part as you look up at him, surprised at his words. You had spent the last few days telling yourself that he probably didn’t want you in an attempt to force yourself to stop thinking about him, and you were beginning to believe it.

“Like, a date?” you ask, your brain now completely empty as you try to keep looking into his eyes. His attention focused solely on you has your heart pounding in your chest, and his gaze has you thinking more about what your hands are doing, and your facial expressions.

“Yes, a date. How about tonight? I can make you dinner.” he clarifies with a quiet chuckle. You’re fucking adorable, and he can’t get enough.

“Okay.” You’re not sure what else to say. It would be embarrassing if you did anything else to show him how excited you actually are on the inside. 

He smiles, nodding as he tilts his head to the side, admiring the way you reach up and fidget with your necklace. When you see that his eyes are trained on your hand, you drop it back down to your side, giving him a sheepish smile.

“I’ll pick you up at 7?” he asks with a smirk, and you nod quickly, trying to hide your surprise and excitement with a small, not-too-excited smile.

“Yeah, that works.” you reply, then take his phone as he hands it over to you. You put in your name and your number with shaky hands, then hand it back, eyes focused on how large his hands are in comparison to yours.The rest of the day after you say goodbye to him goes by quickly, and you wish it wouldn’t. You’re stressed enough for your date tonight, and no outfit you put on seems appropriate. All your worries fade at the end of the night though, when Buck pulls you in for a kiss, mumbling a quick “guess your cat does know what’s good for you” before his lips meet yours passionately.

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[mggslover]

No Strings Attached

In which reader is on a mission to get her boss to relieve some stress, not realizing he'd end up doing the same for her.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!bau!reader Genre: smut (18+) x fluff Content warnings: porn with plot, jessica and jack make an appearance, no mention of haley, hotch smiling (lol), reader being sad and a bit insecure bc she hasn't got laid in a while, mentions of drinking wine, no strings attached (but not really bc they're obsessed with each other), soft!dom hotch, praise, breast play, ass worship, oral (f receiving), p in v sex Word count: 4,7k A/n: first time writing a fic dedicated to Hotch and i fear i'm obsessed... also i had to do some acrobatics to make sure these positions work (they do) so give me a heart for the effort your feedback and support are highly appreciated!

Aaron Hotchner is a busy man. And these days, even more so. The responsibilities of being Unit Chief were always demanding, but they seemed to multiply now that he was balancing the weight of single parenthood as well.

As a profiler it was obvious to you how much he struggled with juggling between these professions, even though he always tried to hide it from the team. You noticed his slightly furrowed brow when he thought no one was watching, and the slow drag of his steps as he moved between meetings and paperwork.

Since you’d joined the team, you'd developed a deep respect for Aaron. Where others saw a hard-nosed, no-nonsense boss���a “drill sergeant” in Morgan’s words—you saw a man who held himself and his team to incredibly high standards because he believed in their potential. You saw a man who cared deeply, even when his personal life was slowly suffocating beneath the pressure of it all.

Even if he would never admit it, no human being can go through the difficulties he goes through without ever catching a break, without getting any help. So tonight, as you passed his office, a light still flickering inside, you decided to do something about it.

Your knuckle made contact with the door, knocking three times as you waited. When there was no immediate response, you quietly creaked the door open.

The sight of him behind the desk was familiar. His shoulders were hunched and his brows furrowed in concentration, as he scanned the endless stacks of paperwork that seemed to breed faster than he could handle them.

"Hey," you greeted softly, offering a small smile as you stepped into the room.

Hotch looked up from the pile in front of him, his gaze flicking from the documents to you. There was a slight exhaustion behind his eyes that he didn’t try to mask.

"Hey.” His eyes dropped to his wristwatch for just a moment, his lips curling into a subtle frown. "It’s late. Why haven’t you gone home yet?"

You waved off his concern. "I’m about to. Had to send a few more emails for the lab reports."

He nodded, but didn’t immediately return to his work. Instead, he watched you with that signature intensity of his, silently observing you.

"I- uh, I wanted to ask you something.” You hesitated for a moment as you moved further into the room, the door gently clicking shut behind you.

His brows rose slightly, an almost imperceptible shift of interest in his posture. "Go on."

You cleared your throat, your hands instinctively clasping behind your back. "You’ve been working a lot of late nights."

“That’s not a question.” He stated in an amused tone.

A small smile played on your lips. "I know, but it’s a… concern," you said. "And I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help you out."

He looked at you, his expression unreadable. His hands folded neatly in his lap, and he leaned back in his chair. It was hard to tell whether he was considering your offer or mentally debating the logistics of it.

"You want to help me out?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

“Yes.”

Aaron grabbed a stack of papers, knocking them into a neat pile on his desk, then looked back at you. "So, this is something you’re interested in?" His tone was laced with amusement as he nodded down at the amount of paperwork in his hands.

You winced at the sight of it. "Uh... not exactly," you said, trying to keep your tone light. "I was thinking more along the lines of taking care of Jack," you added, raising your voice slightly on the last part, unsure of how he’d react to your suggestion.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Taking care of Jack?"

"Yeah.” You met his gaze, trying to sound confident despite the uncertainty creeping in. "Just on the days we don’t have a case. I could go to your place and stay with him until you get home."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "You know Jessica’s there," he said, referring to his ex-sister-in-law who had taken on the role of taking care of Jack when he had to work.

“Don’t you think she deserves a break every once in a while?”

His expression shifted, becoming slightly defensive. "She offered to take care of him.”

"I know," you responded quickly, knowing he’d never force her into it. "But I’m offering too. I babysat all through university, I know what I’m doing."

He gave you a tight-lipped smile, his eyes flicking back to the papers in front of him. "That’s not necessary, but thank you," he said, his tone closing the conversation.

You weren’t ready to let it go yet. You stepped closer to his desk, hoping to draw his attention back. "Please? I want to help you."

He didn’t look up. "I don’t need any help," he stubbornly replied, his eyes still glued to the paperwork.

“Then let me put it this way,” you pressed on. "I want to help the team, because no offense, your stress is affecting all of us. And on top of that, I want to help Jack."

He glanced up at you, the wheels in his mind turning, and you showed him your best puppy eyes.

"Did you learn that from Reid?" he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Is it working?" you grinned back.

He chuckled breathlessly. "Alright, fine. One night. Let’s see how it goes."

You fought back a victorious grin. “Good. Just you wait, Hotchner. Once you see how great I am with kids, you’ll never let me go."

—

A week later, Hotch took you up on your offer. Jessica had a wedding to attend, and you’d agreed to look after Jack for the evening.

Though you’d spent plenty of time with Jack when he visited his dad at the office or at events outside of work, Hotch insisted on driving you to his place for a proper handoff.

He held the door open for you as you entered his apartment. You were immediately greeted by Jessica, dressed in a stunning outfit with a purse ready in hand.

"I’m late, I’m late!" she panicked, almost running as she headed for the door. But when she saw you, her demeanor softened.

“There’s my saving grace,” she said with a relieved smile. “Thank you so much for doing this.”

You waved her off with a grin. “It’s my pleasure. You look amazing, go have fun.”

She offered a final smile, then said her goodbyes to Hotch before quickly heading out.

“Hi, Dad!” Jack’s voice rang out as he bounced into the living room, his excitement palpable. You smiled, watching the little boy as he ran toward his father.

“Hey, buddy.” Hotch lifted him into his arms with a small groan. “You’re getting bigger every day.”

Your heart warmed at the exchange. Hotch was a completely different man when he was at home—more relaxed, more playful, the kind of father who carefully kept work and family separate.

He put Jack down, introducing you to him.

“I know who she is, Dad. We colored together. She’s really good at drawing Spider-Man.”

Hotch raised an intrigued eyebrow at you.

"I have more hidden talents than you know,” you playfully shrugged.

You turned to Jack, crouching down to his level. "Want to grab the crayons? We can make some more drawings."

Jack’s eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he scampered off in search of his favorite colors, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll find the red one!”

You chuckled at his enthusiasm and straightened up, turning back to Hotch. “You’ve got a sweet kid,”

Hotch’s eyes followed Jack as he rummaged through the drawer. There was pride in the way he looked at his son, but you could see the hint of anxiety that always seemed to lurk beneath the surface when it came to Jack.

You placed a reassuring hand on his arm, giving him a small, comforting squeeze. “He’s in good hands, Hotch. You don’t have to worry.”

He met your eyes, and for a brief moment, the weight of his responsibilities seemed to lift. His gaze softened with unspoken gratitude. “I trust you,” he spoke sincerely.

“Good.” You gave him a small smile and gave his bicep a final, reassuring pat. “Now get some work done. You might be able to make it in time for dinner.”

With a final glance at Jack, he turned to leave. The door clicked softly behind him, and you were left on your own with the mini version of him, who was already showing off his new crayons.

—

That evening marked the first of many. When you weren’t out on a case, you found yourself naturally heading to Hotch's after work—sometimes taking over from Jessica for the day or picking up Jack from school yourself. You often stayed well into the evening, even after Hotch came home, enjoying dinner together, playing games, or simply talking. There were even times where you stayed the night, sharing a quiet drink after putting Jack to bed. He’d insist you sleep in his bed while he took the couch. In the mornings, the three of you would share breakfast, with Hotch always ensuring the fridge was stocked with your favorite foods and knowing exactly how you liked your eggs.

You knew your colleagues would lose their minds if they’d ever find out, but for you, it never felt strange. It felt right. Comfortable. And whenever you were back on the field, you’d slip back into your professional roles—the accidental first-name slips the only sign of the bond you shared.

Being at their place made you realize how much your work had tangled itself into every aspect of your life. You’d moved away from family, struggled to maintain a personal life, and watched every attempt at dating falter because of your job. Despite how fulfilling your work at the BAU was, you’d forgotten just how deeply you craved a sense of belonging—a place where you were appreciated for more than just your professional skills or your ability to handle a weapon. Around Aaron and Jack, you could simply let go and be yourself.

Today was another day at the Hotchner house. You had spent the entire afternoon with Jack playing soccer in a nearby park until he was utterly exhausted, you practically had to drag him home. This time you didn’t mind though. Today has been a painful reminder of how single you were. The park had been filled with happy couples—some picnicking, some feeding the ducks, and others nervously sharing their first kiss.

You were grateful for how Aaron had allowed you to wiggle your way into his little family on days like these, but still it wasn’t yours. You still longed for one to call your own one day.

So, here you were—alone on the couch, watching a rom-com wishing you were starring in it, and finding comfort in the warmth of his house and the glass of wine in your hand.

You were so absorbed in the movie that you didn’t notice the door unlocking until Hotch stepped inside.

“Hey,” you greeted, reaching for the remote to pause the film.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he said, putting down his bag and hanging up his jacket. He loosened his tie and walked over to the couch, settling on the opposite end.

“Sorry, I opened a new bottle of wine”

He waved it off. “I’m glad that you did. It would’ve just collected dust on the shelf.”

You take another sip. “It’s a good one. Rossi’s?”

“You know it,” he replied with a soft smile, getting comfortable in the cushions as you put the movie back on.

The screen flickered with a romantic scene: a couple dancing in the rain, the male lead spinning the woman around in circles as they laughed.

“I miss that,” you murmured, a wistful smile tugging at your lips as you watched them.

Hotch glanced at you, a smirk forming. “It’s raining outside. Be my guest.”

You rolled your eyes, playfully dismissing the comment. “That’s not what I meant. Just look, Aaron,” you pointed at the TV, where the couple gazed at each other lovingly, before he pulled her in for a passionate kiss. “I don’t remember the last time someone looked at me like that.”

“Sometimes, I feel so desperate that I think about saying yes to the first guy who comes along, just to feel wanted again.”

Hotch straightened, concern flickering in his eyes. “You shouldn’t do that.”

“I know, Dad,” you teased, trying to ease the tension. “I’m unfortunately fully aware of the creeps out there.”

“On top of that, I’m not even sure anyone would take me up on it,” you added with a breathless laugh, your voice betraying a hint of vulnerability. “I haven’t exactly gotten much attention since joining the team. Maybe I’m not considered attractive anymore.”

“People can tell you know how to handle yourself,” he profiled. “Some find that intimidating. But you’re just as attractive—if not more so—than before you joined the team.”

You almost spilled your wine at his confession, the sudden heat in your cheeks betraying the flutter in your stomach.

“You don’t have to say that,” you mumbled, not wanting him to feel pity for you.

“Am I lying?” he asked, his voice steady. You met his gaze—his posture was open, his shoulders relaxed, and his eye contact was unwavering. It was textbook honesty.

“No,” you admitted quietly, feeling the truth of his words sink in.

“I don’t think you need some stranger or a serious relationship to get what you’re after.”

You blinked, not sure if you’d heard him right. “No?”

Hotch leaned in just a little, his voice lower now. “I think we could give each other what we need... without it being complicated.”

Your heart skipped, and you tried to process what he was suggesting. Your mind raced, the words hanging in the air between you.

“Are you suggesting a no-strings-attached relationship with me?”

He gave a small, wry smile. “I’m trying to be subtle about it, but it’s not going so well.”

You laughed, caught off guard, trying to mask your surprise as you saw the seriousness in his expression.

“How will this work?”

The corners of his lips lifted as you acknowledged thinking this through. “We would just… enjoy ourselves. Just when we’re here. Just when it’s the two of us.”

Enjoying yourself with Aaron Hotchner definitely wasn’t how you’d imagined this night going.

You stayed quiet, thinking it over. After a moment you slowly nodded your head. “Okay.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, waiting for confirmation.

“Yes. I am,” you responded, the words coming easier now.

You licked your lips nervously as he moved closer to you. His cologne enveloped you, making your pulse quicken.

As he continued gazing into your eyes, you decided it was your turn to make the next move. Carefully, you reached up to cup his cheek, feeling the slight roughness of his stubble against the palm of your hand. A small prayer passed through your mind, hoping you wouldn’t regret your next decision.

Then you kissed him.

The moment his lips met yours, the cliché of “fireworks” suddenly made sense—the feeling was intense, electric, a rush that left you breathless. His hands moved to the sides of your waist, pulling you closer. Before you could think, you were settled on his lap, the world around you narrowing to the heat of his touch.

A small, desperate whimper escaped you as his tongue brushed against yours. It had been so long since someone touched you this way—especially someone as strong and attractive as Aaron. You could feel his heartbeat beneath your fingertips as your hand slid over his chest, the other wrapping around his neck. He deepened the kiss, and the feeling was so overwhelming that it almost made you cry in relief.

He brushed his hands over the smooth curve of your waist and down the swell of your thighs, digging his fingers into the clothed skin.

Your soft moans were swallowed by your kisses, and you couldn’t help yourself as you moved your hips against his, feeling yourself get more aroused with each movement against the thin fabric of his slacks.

He let out a low grunt as you repeatedly rolled your hips against the hardening bulge in his pants. His large hands roamed up beneath your shirt, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You placed your hands over his, ready to take your shirt off, but just as quickly his hands closed around your wrists, stopping you gently.

“Not here,” he warned. “Let’s move to the bedroom.”

His words sent a rush of desire to your core, and though your legs trembled, you stood from his lap and followed him across the room. As he moved, Hotch unbuckled his belt with one swift, effortless motion. You paused mid-step, breath catching at the sight of the leather coiled in his hand, hypnotised by how seductive the image looked. You blinked a couple of times to get out of your trance, before hurrying after him, your legs trying to catch up to his confident pace.

You stepped into the bedroom, moving until you stood at the foot of the bed as he locked the door behind you. A flutter of nerves stirred in your stomach at the reality of what was about to happen.

Hotch walked toward you, slowly closing the distance. His eyes were dark as they took you in with a look of pure lust—one you’d previously never seen on him.

“Turn around for me.”

Maybe it was because you were so accustomed to his authority in the field, or perhaps it was the undeniable fact that you'd let him do anything to you at this point, but without a second thought, you obeyed, turning your back toward him.

His hands reached out to rub over your shoulders in slow circles. You instinctively leaned into him, your eyes closing as you let yourself melt into the comfort of his touch. He presses in closer, his chin resting against your shoulder.

“What is it that you’ve been longing for?” His voice is a soft, sensual whisper, his breath warm against your skin.

A shaky breath escapes your lips as his hands delicately trail over your collarbones, carefully moving lower, inching toward your breasts. The moment his palms cup them, your nipples harden.

He hummed, still awaiting a response.

“You,” you whispered back, your voice barely audible through the thick need.

You feel the faint curve of a teasing smile against your skin. “You already have me,” he murmured. “Tell me how I can make you feel good.”

His thumbs flick over your nipples, and you arch your back into him, feeling the solid press of his body against yours, the hardness in his pants meeting you once again.

“It’s been a while since-” your words dissolve into a moan as his fingers pinch your nipples.

“Since what?” he teased, his lips tracing the curve of your neck, each kiss setting your skin alight.

You swallowed. “Since… since someone’s gone down on me.”

“Is that so?” he hummed, the sound rich with interest. His tongue slides up your neck, before turning it into a kiss.

“Aaron, please,” you begged, grinding your hips into him.

“How can someone like you have been deprived of pleasure for so long?” he thought out loud, and he finally grabbed the material of your shirt, pulling it over your head.

His hands glide softly over your back, before he unclasps your bra with one smooth motion. Your breasts spill free, and he immediately cups them in his hands, holding them as if he wants to keep you warm and covered. The pleasure is even more delicious now that the contact is skin-to-skin.

His hands roam over your stomach, until he reaches the button of your pants, undoing it. He sinks to his knees behind you, his fingers curling around the waistband of your pants and panties, easing them down. A low curse escapes him as the fabric slides over your ass and down your thighs, revealing more of you inch by inch.

You held onto his shoulder for support, as he steadied your leg, guiding you to step out of your pants. The second he tossed the fabric to the side, he placed his hands steadily on your thighs, leaning in to press a heated kiss to your ass. You let out a moan, bucking forward, but he holds you firmly in place as his lips trail wet, lingering kisses over your cheeks.

“Place your knee on the bed for me,” he tenderly instructs.

You followed his order, lifting one knee onto the bed, your upper body arching slightly as it hovers just above the mattress. The cool air brushes over your exposed pussy as you’re displayed in front of him.

A loud moan leaves your mouth, as his tongue makes contact with your folds. The pressure is just right, each flick of his tongue drawing a sharp gasp from you as he licks up and down in a deliberate rhythm.

“You taste like heaven,” he groans, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating through you as he speaks, “dripping down your thighs already.” His lips trail lower, and he laps up the wetness that has gathered on your inner thighs, his stubble tickling against your sensitive skin. You grip the sheets, desperate for something to hold on to.

Aaron’s tongue returns to your pussy, the tip of it firmly pushing inside, curling upward as he slides in and out, hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure through you. Each thrust makes you cry out.

You let out a small whine as his tongue retreats, pressing a delicate kiss to the tender skin. “Don’t get me wrong,” he starts, licking his lips clean, “I love hearing you, but you can’t be too loud.”

You silently nodded, your breath hitching as his finger unhurriedly traced your sensitive folds. Just as he was about to enter you, you stopped him.

“I- I need your cock,” you whined, your hips pushing back toward him, desperate for more.

“Yeah? You need it that bad?” he teased, as he rose to his feet behind you.

You crawled onto the bed, glancing back at him. His lips still glistened with the trace of you, and his eyes were locked onto yours, filled with predatory focus.

“I need it, Aaron,” you repeated, biting your bottom lip as your gaze lingered on the hard outline of his length pressed against his thigh.

He groaned, his hands quickly pulling at his tie, tossing it aside before he began unbuttoning his shirt. His movements were confident—like a private performance just for you. You leaned back on your arms, your feet planted on the bed, allowing him to see just how much he was making you ache for him.

As he removed his shirt, the muscles in his broad shoulder flexed, and the trail of dark hair down his stomach led your eyes straight to what you craved.

He wasn’t shy as he pulled his pants down, eager to show you just how worked up you’d made him. His length stood hard, the tip flushed red and glistening with precum. You instinctively pressed your thighs together, giving you a soft release of tension.

He joined you on the bed, lying on his side and pulling you flush against his chest, spooning you. His lips crashed into yours in a deep, hungry kiss, his groans vibrating against your mouth. His hand explored your front, squeezing your breasts, while his arousal pressed insistently against your ass.

You moaned, your leg draping over his as you shifted, opening yourself up to him. He reached down, gripping his length, positioning it against you before slowly pushing inside, stretching you inch by inch.

You took a sharp breath, adjusting to the feel of him inside you. His cock throbbed, as if begging for you to move. Slowly, you rolled your hips, taking more of him in, and Hotch’s low growl rumbled in your ear.

“That’s it,” he praised, his voice rough with pleasure. “Taking me so well.”

He was fully inside you now, filling you completely, and his hand slid down to your exposed clit, his fingers moving in slow, rhythmic circles. His thrusts matched the pace, deep and deliberate.

Every movement sent shockwaves through your body, your breath quickening as the familiar knot of pleasure tightened in your stomach.

“I’m close, Aaron,” you whimpered, and he moaned in response, placing soft kisses along your jaw before sucking at your neck, marking you.

His fingers moved faster, pushing you closer to the edge, and your body twitched as your orgasm crashed over you. His arms held you tight, anchoring you as the sensations slowly subsided.

When he withdrew his hand from your clit, it slid down to your knee, bending your leg to spread you even wider. Without warning, he began pounding into you, the sudden change in speed making you cry out, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips.

“Be quiet for me. Don’t make me tell you again,” he warned. You involuntarily moaned at the way he commanded you, and he grunted in response.

With a swift motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, your body pressed flat against the bed. A sharp gasp escaped you as he grabbed your thighs, lifting them to raise your ass in the air, before entering you again.

One hand pressed firmly into your shoulder, holding you down, while the other gripped your hips, forcing you to meet each of his thrusts. The new position did its job—your moans were muffled into the pillow, leaving only the wet slap of skin and the sound of Hotch’s deep, guttural grunts with each push of his hips.

“They're so stupid for not wanting you,” he groaned. “You have me now. I’ll give you everything you want.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. After feeling this, you knew you wouldn’t ever be satisfied by anyone else. You would want no one but him.

“I’m going to come inside of you,” he breathed, bending over so his chest pressed against your back, his warmth enveloping you.

“Oh-“ Your breath caught as the sensation in your core tightened again. “Yes, please. Inside of me, please.” You couldn’t form a full sentence as the heat inside of your core builds up again.

He reaches under you to touch your clit, and the instant his fingers make contact, you come undone. Your legs tremble, giving way beneath you as the rush of pleasure takes over. Hotch pushes into you two more times before you feel him spill inside, the sensation sending you into another, deeper orgasm.

He presses soft, tender kisses to your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers in your ear, “I’m sorry I got a little carried away.”

You hum in satisfaction, a pleased smile tugging at your lips. “I’m glad you did.”

—

You weren’t sure what time it was, but you had a quick shower together—Hotch giving you one more orgasm—and were now laying in bed, your clean bodies tangled under his sheets.

“Will you stay the night?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand as he held you close.

It was endearing how gentle and shy he sounded, a stark contrast to what the two of you had just shared.

“Only if you promise to not move to the couch,” you mumbled sleepily, your voice heavy with exhaustion.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

You turned your head to him, noticing the quiet that had settled between you both.

“What is it?” you asked, tracing absent patterns to his skin.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I was thinking… maybe we can attach those strings a bit more.”

You chuckled. “Maybe,” you playfully teased, pressing a final kiss to his lips.

[vainilladollie]

ridin’

pairing ; rapper!chris x newsinger!reader

summary ; basically a quickie inside a backstage bathroom , before a sound check! idek. lol i was so sleepy while writing this summary.

warning(s) ; smut. mdni. not use of protection don’t DO THIS. p in v. ass spank. hair pulling. praise cuz im a whore for chris!!!! LISTEN THE SONG ITS A TOTAL BANGER.

this is for ale, ilysm thanks for all mwah #minipizzas @sturnslutz

“you look like hell tonight, ma,” chris let out a hiss as your skirt fell to the floor, forming a puddle at your feet, his right hand slapping one of your ass cheeks, grunting as he did so, his eyes connecting with yours through the mirror, his fingers slowly pulling down your panties, drawing attention to the small wet patch on them, but still doing so without breaking eye contact. “gotta look you through a mirror more often, huh?”

he told you with a smirk, he got what he wanted as usual. immediately your hands went to the edge of the counter, biting your soft lips a little in anticipation as you heard chris's hands unbuckle his belt, and you felt another slap against your ass, letting out a muffled moan. "chris!"

chris chuckles, his hand still resting on your ass. “don't act shocked, mama, y'know what ya be doin' t'me,” he mutters in a low, raspy voice, grunting as he strokes himself a couple of times, his eyes roaming up and down your back before lining up with your entrance. “teasin' me all day, walkin' around in these short little skirts ya wear all the time, b’fore long i'm gonna lose my mind, ma.”

“ohmygod, chris!” a high moan escaped your lips, your eyes closed as he pressed against your back, his hand on your hip. with one hard thrust, chris buried himself deep inside your tight heat, groaning at the sensation. chris let out a low growl, his hips rocking against hers. "yeah, that's it," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, you let out a choked gasp as the familiar tune blared through the speakers in the place, they were probably already looking for them, but Chris didn't care. “lemme' hear those pretty sounds”

"feels so so good!" you moan, clutching to the counter as chris grits his teeth, his pace quickening. “yeah? ya like that, baby?” he murmurs, his eyes locked with hers, the room filled with the sound of skin against skin. “knew ya would, s'why ya keep torturin' me all the time,”his hand moved down to your clit, chris's thumb rubbing the sensitive nodule in tight circles as he continued to thrust inside you. your hips swayed back and forth, mascara running down your bambie eyes.

chris moans, his hand grabbing her ass again as he continues to move his hips, slapping it shamelessly. “yeah, i know baby, y’love it,” he mumbles, his teeth nipping at your earlobe as you babble incoherently. “got you all worked up”

“chris... ‘m close,” you say softly and he moans, “can feel how tight ya are around me, baby. ya been wantin’ this all day, huh?” with a growl, he moves his hands from her hips and hair, pulling them as his other hand rubs your sensitive nub, while the knot in your lower abdomen begins to beg for release, he rubs your clit faster, his husky voice murmuring in your ear, your walls clenching with need.

your hair a mess, traces of eyelashes across your cheeks as you breathe heavily. close to climax for both of you. chris stops mid-motion, his breathing ragged and heavy as he looks at the door as someone knocks, asking for both of you.

“gotta be shittin’ me,” he mutters under his breath, his head dropping to bury his face in your neck. “j'st when we were gettin' t' the good part…”

۫ ꣑ৎ bella little message ; hope this is good, sigh, omg im almost 200 followers!! excited. and since everyone seemed to love rapper!chris i wrote another one, this is the back to tha basics replacement!

© vainilladollie ; all work is owned by me. please do not copy, translate or transfer my work to any other blogs or sites and do not claim as your own. drivers are mine, don't use them at least ur giving me the credit. love u to the moon, xx.

[theartofwoompwoomp]

Why me

ES Soundwave x human!reader

Summary: Ravage brings him a human to console him after the other cassettes left. (I haven’t watched earthspark lol)

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This had been going for awhile now. 

Soundwave would ask him to wait a bit outside, then when allowed back in the whole room was turned upside down.

His boss never told him directly, but he didn’t need to for him to understand.

The cassettes leaving had a great impact in them. He could sense it. Especially whenever he’d lay next to him, Soundwave would caress him more affectionately. Almost as if he were afraid of losing him too.

He didn’t like seeing his boss like this. Nor was he used to it. At first, he was patient with him, understanding that Megatron’s betrayal and his cassettes leaving had wounded him deeply.

But,… it was starting to get overbearing.

His attention was always on him, if he needed anything, did something, or was with others.

But, He didn’t want to hurt him. So talking about it was out of the question. His boss’s state of mind wouldn’t take it the right way. That’s why he made sure to keep these thoughts deep away from him. Only allowing worry to be detectable.

~~~~~

Soundwave had a mission recently without him, and it was the perfect opportunity to execute his plan. Shockwave helped him as well. 

He went down to the fleshy creatures land, where news wasn’t too popular, and where nature was abundant. Looking for someone who would need his bosses help.

Walking deeper through the woods, the fog kept blocking his eyesight, but he needed to get this human before soundwave got back.

Searching more frantically, rushing around, scaring many creatures in the process. He halted at what was in front of him.

A human.

They were on the ground. Not moving. No sound from them.

Creeping up to them he kneeled his head closer to listen, practically on top of their small chest, he finally heard it. A small pulse.

Taking you with the things you had in hand, he hurried back. Unaware of the dangers you had faced.

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Shockwave was displeased to see the state the human was in currently. Especially since they weren’t the most qualified for human care. But they did try their best at preparing a cube just for you.

It had some basic necessities, like a small bathroom, a mattress with a blanket, and a vending machine. Ravage hoped it’d be enough for now. 

He did feel a bit bad for taking you, but this was necessary. Glancing your way to see how you were, he saw that your state hadn’t changed. You were still unconscious. 

Feeling unease crawl through him doubts started arising. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken you. He didn’t even know if you could survive with them, but maybe that was the exact situation Soundwave needed. 

It was too late for doubt anyway.

Picking you up gently with his denta, he placed you on his boss’s berth, then draped his own body on you. Almost as if he were spooning you in his own way. 

Now he simply needed to wait.

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Soundwave had been on edge the whole time. He got the job done, but his mind was somewhere else. 

Being without Ravage threw his emotions in a turmoil. He needed to get back. He had to go back. 

Rushing back, not even glancing at anyone, he wad dead set on finding Ravage. 

Heading first to his quarters, he opens the door quite loudly upon arriving. Only feeling himself relax when his optics found his dear cassette.

Walking towards him, he saw them on his berth waking from recharge.

He waited for Soundwave to sit next to him before revealing you. Not saying anything before getting up. Making sure you were in plain sight.

His boss simply stared down.

It was silent. Only your small breathes and the vents in their bodies making noise. The whole thing felt extremely heavy on him. Not daring to make a move or noise. Then Soundwave broke the silence.

“Ravage. Query: what is a human doing here.”

It was hard to tell what he was thinking, but he knew he was in trouble unless he started explaining. “well,.. I found them..and brought them… for you to keep them.” 

Soundwave couldn’t believe it. Nor did he detect any lie. Why did his cassette even want him to have a human? 

And as if the roles were reversed and Ravage could read his mind he continued explaining. 

“They are a gift from me to you” lowering his head towards you then towards him. “So you have to take care of them.”

Soundwave was still processing the whole thing.

You were a gift? To take care of? His head filled with questions, logic and emotion battling inside. 

But, Ravage took his silence as an invitation to place your small body on him. Leave his boss to figure things out on his own. 

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Masterlist 

[toomuchracket]

chilly mornings (dad politician!matty x reader fluff)

this was meant to be a christmas fic lol have it anyway. happy politician babies fic debut! enjoy <3

the bedroom is cold, but the lips against your neck that wake you up are warm. so are your husband's arms, wrapped tightly around you; so is his breath, you find out, when he whispers softly in your ear. “good morning, darling.”

you hum, leisurely rolling your head back onto matty’s shoulder and stretching in his grasp. as you do, you feel him hard against your ass, and you can't stop the giddy, sleepy giggle that leaves your lips. “hi, my love,” you coo, moving your hips and savouring his little groan. “did you have a nice dream?”

“very,” one of his hands moves, gently rubbing your asscheek. “dreamt i was fucking you here again,” he smiles into your skin when you whine, hips moving again. “was thinking about the first time we did it.”

“in my dorm?”

“yeah. now that was the perfect way to start spring break,” matty's smile is audible. “and you were perfect, too. well, you always are, but there's regular perfect and then there's-”

“letting you put it in my ass?”

he laughs, your favourite sound in the world. “and letting me cum in it. best feeling in the world, you know,” when you let out another little whimper at the memories of that very feeling, matty softly kisses your cheek up to your ear. “do you want me to do that to you now, sweet girl? to fill you up like that?”

“yes,” you whine, body impossibly hot both inside and out. “please, i want-”

noise outside the bedroom door shuts you up. matty retracts his face from your neck to peer over at it, sitting up slightly when it creaks open a crack; you follow his movement when it continues to open slowly, confused as to why you're being interrupted so early on a sunday morning, which is widely accepted throughout DC and the world as matty's weekly time off.

and then your three-year-old peeks round the door.

well, one of them - theo, your sweet boy, barefoot in the little christmas pyjamas he's insistent on wearing to bed, despite the fact that it's now january. “mama?”

“hi, baby,” you wave at him, still slightly too groggy to move. “why are you up so early? are you alright?”

he nods. “yeah. but cold. kitty, too.”

at that, his twin sister makes her appearance, also in christmas pyjamas, curls escaping her bedtime braids and eyes heavy with sleep. as is her wont, katherine is half-hiding behind her brother, one little hand clutching his and the other preoccupied with carrying a plush rabbit toy around; still, she beams when you call out a hello to her, nudging theo forward into the room and waddling in after him. 

“good morning, my babies,” with more effort than he'd probably like to admit, matty pulls himself up and out of bed, muffling a yawn behind his hand as he pads towards the twins. little giggles fill the room as he scoops one up in each arm and kisses all over their sweet faces and curly heads, kicking the door shut (you make a mental note to find out how two toddlers managed to get out of their own bedrooms and open it unassisted) before wandering back over to you and the bed. “i'm gonna second mummy's question-”

theo frowns. “what does that mean?”

“it means i'm gonna ask the same thing she did, munchkin,” matty smiles down at his boy. “why are you and your sister awake now?” his face drops into something more serious, head turning so quickly to look at kitty that you worry he'll get whiplash. “are you having bad dreams again, sweetheart, is that it?”

“nuh-uh,” kitty shakes her head. “my bed is cold. want a hug from mama.”

theo chimes in. “i want mama too.”

“i know the feeling,” matty nods sagely, winking at you when your eyes widen threateningly at the innuendo; luckily, he diffuses the moment into something sweet. “she gives the best cuddles, doesn't she?”

“mhmm,” your daughter reaches for you, little face set into an adorable pleading expression that's shockingly reminiscent of her father. cooing, you gently take her from matty and hold her tight, heart aglow at the way she nuzzles into the crook of your neck the way she's done since birth. the boys sit down beside you, and kitty very sweetly moves round a bit to let her brother join in the hug. “come on, theo.”

“aww, that's so kind of you, kitkat,” matty reaches over to boop her nose, as theo cuddles into you. “my lovely girl. and boy,” he adds, kissing theo's head before leaning in to kiss you. “and wife.”

“ewwwwww,” your son's face contorts into one of disgust. “yucky kisses. stop it, daddy.”

you laugh, half at theo's disgust and half at matty's offended expression. “no kissing allowed, t?”

“except on christmas,” he nods assuredly, which makes you laugh even harder; the giggles fade out quickly, though, when you see his face drop into sadness. “wait! mama! you're not wearing christmas jammies!��

kitty gasps, peering round her brother to scrutinise her father's outfit. “daddy is,” she looks at you sadly, and your heart breaks a little bit. “you're not the same as us.”

you open your mouth to apologise, but matty beats you to it. “neither you are, sweetheart,” he pouts at you, a third sad healy face tugging at your heartstrings with all its might, albeit more exaggerated than your kids’. “don't you want to match us?”

what a rat he is. your bottom lip genuinely starts to wobble, distraught at the thought of upsetting your babies. “i do, i just-”

“you should get changed,” theo nods. “yeah, kitty?”

his twin is already nodding. “yeah. so we can be the same!”

matty gently flicks theo's nose. “remember what we said about interrupting, yeah? you have to let people finish what they're saying, mate,” ruffling his son's head, he looks up at you; you're immediately suspicious of the knowing smile on his pretty face. “but yeah - you should get changed into the christmas pyjamas, babe.”

“now?” you frown. “that seems counterproductive, if we're about to get up and get dressed.”

“nah,” your husband shakes his head. “it's a chilly morning, and our babies are already cold as is. i reckon we all just stay here for a bit, snuggle up until it's a bit warmer outside.”

“you have time?”

he nods. “always, for you three.”

sweet boy. “alright. come on, babies, go to daddy,” you gently usher theo and kitty off you and onto matty before you climb out of bed, giggling at the way your daughter promptly climbs all over her dad. real. “eyes closed while i get changed, yeah? squeeze them shut.”

the twins obey, little faces screwing up as they close their eyes tight. matty, on the other hand, keeps his eyes wide open and trained on your body; when you pull your old t-shirt off and reach for your own set of christmas pyjamas, he bites his lip, gaze shifting from one of simple appreciation to proper lust. despite the fluttering of arousal in your stomach, you roll your eyes in exasperation, and matty’s face softens into a smile as you climb back into bed and under the covers. “okay. we all match now.”

kitty cracks one eye open, removing her hand from her plush rabbit's - pinky? is that its name? - eyes in a very endearing way once she's deemed it safe; only then does she nudge her brother to open his eyes, too, and you bite back a giggle at where her priorities lie. theo nods approvingly, beaming in a very matty-esque way at your new outfit. “pretty.”

“beautiful,” matty corrects him. “most beautiful person in the world, your mum.”

“yeah,” your son cuddles into you, little fists coming up to rub at his eyes. “m'sleepy.”

you kiss his head. “that's because the two of you are awake so early.”

he grumbles. “don't like being sleepy.”

“have a nap, then, t,” matty strokes your daughter's hair. “you too, kitkat. mummy and i will wake you up in a little while, alright?”

theo half-nods, curling into you as he falls asleep. kitty takes slightly longer, blinking awake four or five times before giving in, but within ten minutes the two of them are out for the count, snoring softly (matty's genes) and wriggling around for comfort (you, all you) in your and matty's arms. 

he looks at them lovingly. “look at them,” he coos, voice barely louder than a whisper. “we made those adorable little munchkins, darling. us. me and you.”

“yeah, babe, i remember. i was there, you know. labour and all,” you tease, giggling when matty softly kicks you in the shin. “we do good things together, you and i.”

“still gonna do bad things to you later, though, gorgeous,” matty smirks, gently covering kitty's little ears; you do the same to theo. “do me a favour?”

you nod. “what?”

“put that pretty silver plug in before you come to bed tonight.”

“alright,” you smile softly, leaning across the twins to kiss him. “s'pose i'd better catch up on some sleep now, too, then,” as best you can without disturbing your babies, you pull the duvet over all four of you. “set an alarm for an hour's time, would you?”

“of course,” matty reaches across to stroke your cheek. “sweet dreams, my darling.”

[thehereticdiaries]

Bite Me

Summary: You're fed up with the cold shoulder you've been getting from your best friend. So you show up to his apartment to confront him. The reason behind his silence is one you can hardly believe

Warnings: Blood, biting, suggestive for most members (especially Heeseung), lmk if i missed anything

Pairings: OT7 x Reader [separate], platonic Ni-ki and Sunoo

A/N: so i read part of this series called "house of night" when i was definitely too young to be reading it. anyway, when the vampires in that series feed on people, the human gets like super turned on. so i wrote that lol

Introduction

It’s been more than a week since you’ve heard from your best friend. The two of you normally texted every day. At the very least, you reacted to messages when either of you were too busy to fully respond. Your texts were going through and you knew he was reading them. Your anxiety grew worse as each day of silence passed. You were fed up, so you took matters into your own hands and showed up unannounced to his apartment. The door was locked, but you had each other’s keys, so you let yourself in. The overhead lights were off and all of the windows were covered in blackout curtains. None of the bright spring sun entered the apartment.

“You shouldn’t be here,” his voice came from the darkest corner of the living room.

“Don’t give me that shit,” you scoffed and stormed into the apartment, not even bothering to take your shoes off. 

“Stop! Seriously, you need to leave.”

“No! I’ve been so fucking worried about you. I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay,” you argued, dropping your bag on the kitchen counter. You stood with your hands on your hips, jutting one out to the side and raising your eyebrows expectantly.

“I’m fine, now go,” he insisted. You barely saw his outline in the dark. He was hunched on the floor between the couch and the wall.

“You’re obviously not fine. What’s going on?” 

“Nothing.”

“Listen, if you’re mad at me, we can talk it out. Don’t just ignore me,” you moved closer to the seam separating the carpet of the living room from the tile in the kitchen.

“Y/N, I’m not mad at you. Please just leave. I promise I’ll call you later,” he pleaded. His shoulders shook in what you assumed was barely-contained anger.

“I’m not leav-”

“Get out! I don’t want to hurt you,” he shouted, startling you enough to take a step back. It was silent for a few tense moments, save for his heavy breathing.

“I don’t understand. Why do you think you’d hurt me?” In a split second, you were backed against the wall, caged in by your best friend’s arms. Your mind reeled at his speed and the unnatural red glow in his eyes. 

“My supply ran out. I couldn’t feed and I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself for much longer.” 

“Wh- supply? Feed? What are you talking about?!” You demanded, eyes wide and brows furrowed. The string lights lining the ceiling of the living room glinted off his teeth. No, not his teeth. His fangs.

“You’re a smart girl, Y/N. I think you can figure it out.”

“You’re a fucking vampire?!” His fists balled up next to your head. His eyes bore down on you, draining some of the confidence you had conjured up. You couldn’t meet his eyes, opting to look at his hoodie strings instead.

“How long?” You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What?”

“How long have you been… like this?” 

“What, how long have I been a vampire?” He asked incredulously. You nodded and he sighed, relaxing his hands so they pressed flat on the wall. “A little over two years.”

“Two years? And you never told me?” 

“How was I supposed to tell you, Y/N? ‘Hey when my family was in Romania some psycho bit me and now I drink blood’? Come on, you would’ve called the cops on me.” As his sarcastic rant continued, your jaw tensed and you struggled to stay calm.

“Stop!” His words died on his tongue. “I would not have called the cops or have you hospitalized.” You peeked up at him through your lashes. 

“I’m sorry,” he caved at the shakiness of your voice. 

“You said your supply ran out. What does that mean?”

“I met an older vampire during the first week after I turned. There’s a small circle of people like me that he introduced me to. One of them works for the Red Cross, and she brings us blood bags,” he explained, looking at the floor.

“I don’t…" You took a deep breathe before continuing. "It feels wrong to take donations like that, but I understand why it’s necessary.” He sighed, somewhat relieved that you didn’t immediately run for the hills. “So you ran out of the blood bags?”

“Yeah. The Red Cross nurse has been out of the country for a few weeks. I thought I had enough, but I was wrong.”

“And your solution was to isolate yourself? You couldn’t possibly hide until she got back. I mean, do you even know when she’s supposed to come back?” You pointed out all the flaws in his flimsy plans.

“I don’t. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You need blood, right?” He nodded. “Why don’t you, uh, feed straight from a person?”

“Seriously?” He scoffed. “I can’t just ask someone, they’d think I’m insane.”

“I’ll do it,” you stated, feeling oddly calm now despite the very real danger you were in. He narrowed his eyes on you.

“You’ll do what, Y/N?” The way he asked screamed ‘rethink what you just offered’.

“I’ll let you feed from me. I mean, it’s just this once, right?”

“No. No, absolutely not. I can’t do that to you,” he refused immediately. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re going to starve if you don’t. Please, I want to help you,” you insisted. He hesitated, checking your eyes for any hint of fear or doubt.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, just bite me.”

Jungwon

His eyes darkened, shifting from a bright red to a deep maroon. His hands lifted from the wall, one grabbing your jaw and the other hooking into the collar of your t-shirt. He angled your head so your neck was bared for him, pulling your shirt to the side at the same time.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Jungwon whispered against your neck. His cold breath sent a shiver down your spine. You assumed he would get straight into it, get the whole thing done as quickly as possible. Your heart jumped when he pressed a feather-light kiss right below your jawline.

“Jungwon-”

“Shh. Let me do this right.” You nodded against his hand, uncrossing your arms to grip the front of his hoodie. His lips trailed down the side of your neck, smirking against your racing pulse. He settled at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, right above your collarbone. He kissed your skin one last time, licking over the area before piercing your skin with his fangs.

You squeaked at the sensation. The sharp sting from the bite quickly faded once his teeth retracted from your neck. Then his lips closed around the wound and he sucked. Your eyes widened at the sudden heat pouring from your neck into your core. 

“Oh, fuck. Jungwon, is it supposed to feel like this?” You panted and tightened your grip on his hoodie. He hummed but couldn’t pull himself away, too caught up in the taste of your blood. You rested your head against the wall, eyes rolling back and thighs squeezing together. You waited in silence, mind racing to catch up with everything you learned in the last 15 minutes. You let him take as much as he needed, until the edges of your vision began to blur.

“J-Jungwon, too much. I’m getting dizzy,” you pushed weakly against his forehead. 

“Sorry, fuck, I’m sorry.” He forced himself to release your neck. The puncture marks still slowly leaked blood. 

“I sh-should bandage that,” you trailed off, just as reluctant to move as Jungwon was.

“Hold on, let me just…” He ran his tongue over the wound, pulling an involuntary moan from your throat. “My saliva is a coagulant.” He pulled back with the intention of making sure you were okay, but froze at the almost fucked-out expression on your face. Your nails dug into his biceps, shattering the last of his self-restraint. Both hands cradled your cheeks as he crashed his lips into yours. You gasped, allowing Jungwon to roll his tongue over yours. The metallic taste of your own blood flooded your mouth and his fangs scraped over your lower lip. Your knees buckled. If Jungwon wasn’t pressing you into the wall with his body, you definitely would have fallen. He might not need to breathe anymore, but you did, forcing you to break the heated kiss. 

“Are you okay?” He brushed his thumb across your cheekbone, resting his forehead against yours.

“Mhm, just a little tired,” you answered once you caught your breath.

“I went overboard.” He picked you up, hands under your thighs, and carried you to his couch. He fell back against the cushions, settling down with you laying on his chest. “Sleep. We’ll talk when you wake up.”

Heeseung

A wide smile broke out on his face, showing off his razor sharp fangs. He swept you up in his arms, moving to set you on the countertop.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he slotted himself between your legs. Heat crept up on your cheeks.

“Having you sit down,” Heeseung said and tilted his head at you. “Just in case you get light-headed.” You rolled your eyes, dropping your hands to rest on the edge of the counter. You realized something right as his lips grazed the skin of your neck.

“Wait!”

“What? I’m sorry, what happened?” His eyes washed over in a panic as he squeezed your hands. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no that’s not it. I have work tomorrow. My uniform won’t cover my neck, you have to bite somewhere else.” He sagged in relief. He bit his lip delicately while his eyes raked over your body. You suddenly felt very exposed despite being totally covered in your t-shirt and leggings.

“Take off your shirt.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows shot into your hairline. Heeseung leaned closer, so close that you could feel his cool breath on your lips.

“Take. Off. Your. Shirt.” He repeated slowly, pausing between each word for emphasis. 

“W-why?”

“Don’t blame me, babe, you’re the one that wanted me to bite in a hidden place.” Your flush grew at the pet name, hesitating just a moment longer before removing your top, leaving you in your simple black bra. You fought the urge to cover yourself under his heated stare.

“Now what?” His eyes flicked to yours one last time. His hands moved to grab your hips. Your breath hitched when his head dipped down to lick over the top of your breast, right next to the edge of your bra. His fangs sank into the soft skin, making you wince at the sting. He pulled his teeth back to suck on the fresh wound. You smacked a hand over your mouth to stifle your moan, the other gripping the counter so tight your knuckles turned white.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking sweet,” Heeseung mumbled against your skin. The vibrations sent your mind reeling from the unexpected pleasure. You held out for a solid few minutes until dark spots danced in your vision.

“H-Heeseung,” you whimpered and pushed at his shoulder. 

“Sorry.” He soothed the punctures with his tongue, effectively stopping the bleeding. His eyes were back to their normal brown. Your eyes dragged over his features in a daze, stopping at the smear of blood at the corner of his mouth. You tried wiping it away with your thumb, but it only spread further down his chin. Without thinking, you leaned forward to lick your blood from his face.

“Goddamn, you can’t just do that to me, Y/N.” He ran a hand up the back of your neck to tangle his fingers in your hair. 

“What do you mean?” You shivered when his nails grazed over your scalp. He poked his tongue into his cheek. A primal instinct in him was pleased with your blissful expression. 

“You know… my senses were heightened when I changed,” he started, holding back a devious grin. Your eyebrows creased, confused as to where he was going with this. 

“So?”

“So.” He tugged you toward him to whisper next to your ear. “I’ve been able to smell how turned on you get when you’re around me.” 

“Wh…what?” His hand trailed from your hair to cup your jaw. His touch and his smile were incredibly gentle, a stark contrast to the fire in your lower belly. 

“Don’t worry, pretty girl. I feel the same about you,” Heeseung confessed, brushing his thumb below your bottom lip. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence to respond. Instead, you pressed a quick peck to his lips. Both of you sat in a stunned silence for a minute, until he pulled you back in for a slower, more languid kiss. He licked into your mouth, dragging his tongue along yours. You whined when he broke away, chasing after him and nearly tumbling off the counter.

“Easy there, hot stuff,” he teased. He grabbed your t-shirt and helped you re-dress. “You need to eat and rest right now, I took a lot out of you.”

“Don’t say it like that, you’re making it sound dirty,” you pouted and let him carry you to the couch. He laughed, maneuvering you so you sat between his legs with your back to his chest. 

“Rest.” You relaxed in his hold, drifting off to the sound of a movie playing on the TV.

Jay 

“You’re insane, you know that?” He tilted his head to the side, moving one hand from the wall to brush against your cheek. 

“Yeah, well, I have to be a little insane to put up with you.” Butterflies crept up in your stomach at the soft affection in his eyes. 

“Right,” he shook his head with a breathy laugh. “This is going to be a lot like donating blood. You might get dizzy if you haven’t eaten anything recently.”

“I had lunch before I came over. I’ll be fine.”

“Where do you want it?” His question caught you off guard. You hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“Uhh, it doesn’t really matter. Just somewhere I can cover so I don’t get weird looks at school and work,” you answered after mulling it over in your head. 

“Somewhere you can cover, huh?” Jay smirked, slowly dragging his eyes down your body. 

“Quit it, you’re making me nervous.” 

“Sorry, sorry.” He pecked your cheek then dropped to his knees in front of you, making your brain short-circuit.

“Jay! Wh-” You cut yourself off with a squeak when he hooked your leg over his shoulder. 

“Relax. I’m just making sure it’ll be covered, like you asked.” 

“But where-?” He tore open the inner seam of your leggings to expose the plush skin of your thigh. “My pants! Jay, I still have to walk home later!”

“You can borrow some of mine. Just relax and lean back against the wall,” he instructed gently, rubbing circles on your knee until you let the tension release from your shoulders. He smiled up at you one more time before leaning in to lick a thick stripe along your thigh. He hooked a hand under your knee to keep your leg securely on his shoulder while the other rested on your hip. 

His fangs pierced through your skin. The sharp pain caused you to jolt against his hold. His grip tightened and you felt his fangs shrink back to normal teeth. The image of Jay kneeling between your legs coupled with the blood loss clouded over your mind. Your hands hovered uselessly, unsure of what you could hold on to in order to ground yourself. You settled on curling your fingers around the hem of your shirt until Jay guided one of your hands to thread through his hair. If anyone were to walk in at this point, it would look like something very different was happening. You closed your eyes with a tiny whimper, pouring all of your focus into sitting still.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jay’s voice broke through your stupor. You blinked down at him, seeing his eyebrows crease in concern. 

“I’m alright. Do you need more?” 

“No, I’m done. I’ll grab some sweatpants for you after I stop the bleeding,” he stated, giving your knee a reassuring squeeze. You inhaled sharply at the feeling of his tongue running over the wound. He set your leg back on the ground then stood to cup your face in both hands.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t take too much?”

“I’m okay, just a little tired.” He paused, biting the inside of his cheek as his eyes flitted over your face, eventually landing on your lips. You stared back at him with big, sleepy puppy dog eyes.

“Fuck it,” he muttered to himself, pulling you into a soft kiss before he could chicken out again. You melted against him, draping your arms around his neck. It was much too short for your liking, but you didn’t argue as Jay broke the kiss to lead you to the couch. He disappeared into his room briefly, returning with a pair of gray sweatpants. He busied himself in the kitchen, grabbing you a snack and tea while you changed. After you ate, he guided you to lay your head in his lap, scratching your scalp soothingly.

“Thank you, my love,” you heard him whisper moments before succumbing to sleep.

Sunghoon

“Promise me that you’ll stop me if I go too far,” he urged you, holding your face in his hands to force you to meet his eyes. 

“I will. But I trust you, Sunghoon. I know you won’t hurt me.” You leaned into one of his palms, lightly wrapping your fingers around his wrists. His eyes softened into an emotion you haven’t seen from him before, and it drew a flush to your cheeks. His arms dropped to his sides, taking the slightest step back.

“Okay, uhh. Do you have a… preference?”

“Huh?? A preference for what?”

“God, why is this so fucking awkward,” he muttered to himself, clearing his throat before asking a bit louder. “Where do you want me to bite you?”

“Oh! Right, I guess somewhere on my legs. It’s still cool enough to wear pants, so I can hide it easily.” He nodded, dropping to his knees to scan over your legging-clad form. He furrowed his brows.

“I don’t know, Y/N. Where exactly should-”

“Just pick somewhere! Seriously, it doesn’t matter,” you huffed impatiently. 

“Fine, but I don’t want to hear any complaints,” Sunghoon smirked, eyes glittering with mischief. Your eyebrows shot up, but before you could question what he meant, he yanked down the waistband of your leggings on one side. His fangs dug unceremoniously into the skin of your outer thigh, just under the side of your underwear. 

“Ow! Fuck, give me a warning, Sunghoon,” you yelped at the sharp sting. He glared at you from below, keeping one hand hooked into your leggings to keep the fabric out of the way while the other gripped your other hip. His fangs retracted, but didn’t fully disappear. You felt them scrape over your skin as he sucked at the wound. The feeling of your blood being drained from your body was incredibly odd. 

“You doing okay?” Sunghoon pulled back slightly to look up at you. 

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“What does it feel like?” He asked before continuing to feed. 

“It’s weird. I thought it would hurt, but it feels…good?” He hummed and tapped your hip for you to keep talking. “Okay, please don’t judge me, but the only way I can describe it is, uhh, arousing.”

“Really?” He released your hip with a light pop, grinning wolfishly at your blush. 

“Sunghoon I swear if you make fun of me for this-”

“I’m not, chill.” He paused to lap at the punctures. “Thank you, seriously. You have no idea how much this means to me.” He fixed your leggings then stood to pull you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.

“You know I’d do anything for you.” The words were muffled by his shirt, but he heard them loud and clear. He broke away to cup your jaw in his hands. He was looking at you with that softness again, making your breath hitch.

“Can I kiss you?” Rather than answering him verbally, you tugged him down to connect your lips in a tender kiss. He sighed happily, tilting his head to deepen it. Your fingers gripped the front of his shirt to bring yourself back to reality. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip, extremely satisfied when you immediately opened your mouth. His tongue brushed over yours, pulling a whine from the back of your throat. You reluctantly pulled back when your lungs started to burn.

“I’ve waited so long to do that,” Sunghoon admitted, resting his forehead against yours. While you were panting to catch your breath, his chest was completely still.

“It’s so weird that you don’t breathe.” He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Really, that’s what you choose to comment on?”

“Yeah, yeah. I like you too, asshole,” you teased with a playful nudge to his shoulder. 

“You’re cute. Go pick a movie, I’ll order your favorite takeout and you can fill me in on everything I’ve missed this week.” 

Jake 

“Thank you, thank you. Seriously, Y/N, you’re the best.” Jake gently shook your shoulders to emphasize his point.

“I know,” you giggled, holding onto his wrists to steady yourself.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“Don’t worry about it, just do what you gotta do.” You tilted your head, pulling your hair over one shoulder to give him easy access to your neck. He pecked your cheek before biting into your skin, unknowingly picking a sensitive spot under your ear. His hands settled on your hips as he sucked on the fresh wound, humming in satisfaction when the taste of your blood hit his tongue. You bit your lip to stifle the moans that threatened to escape your throat.

“A-ah, fuck! Gentle, Jake. Please,” you whimpered when he got a little too enthusiastic with his feeding. His fingers dug into your hips so he could reign in his instincts. He slowed down, but you could tell that there would be a massive bruise later. A minute or two later, he released your neck with a deep sigh, dropping his head to rest on your collarbone.

“Shit, I blanked out. You okay?” Jake asked, slightly panting. His breath was strangely cold against your skin.

“Yeah, I’m good, but what about you? What do you mean ‘I blanked out’?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, unsure if it was to comfort him or yourself.

“This is gonna sound weird,” he started. His head lifted a bit so he could check over your face, looking for any signs of anemic shock. His thumb brushed under the still-bleeding puncture wounds, eyebrows scrunched with worry. He lapped at the droplets and you shivered at the feeling of his tongue on the sensitive skin.

“I-It’s fine. You’ve said plenty of weird things to me before. Why are you still licking me??” Your voice pitched up at the end of your question.

“To stop the bleeding,” he said as if it were obvious. “I have a coagulant in my saliva, it reverses the venom from my fangs.”

“Interesting…”

“You taste really good.”

“I beg your pardon?!” Even with the minor blood loss, you felt a blush rise up on your cheeks.

“Oh my god, not like that! I meant that your blood tastes good. I dunno, I got almost drunk off of it for a minute.” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“Jake! Do not sniff me!”

“Sorry! It’s either I continue to sniff you or I’m gonna kiss you,” he froze, almost as if he didn’t mean to say that. If he had to breathe, he certainly would have choked on air. You bit your lip to hide your laughter.

“I’ll take option two,” you admitted while threading a hand through the hair at the base of his neck. He leaned back, the hand that had been on your neck moved to your cheek. Jake studied you, looking for any sign of doubt. Upon seeing your shy but genuine smile, a grin broke out on his face.

“I mean, if you insist,” he teased with a wiggle of his brows. You rolled your eyes, tugging him forward to press a short kiss to his lips. He surged forward before you could pull too far away. You gasped as you were pushed further into the wall, giving Jake the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours. The metallic taste of your blood lingered, but it oddly didn’t bother you. His hand slowly trailed down your hip to the juncture of your thigh and ass, arching your body into his. 

“I really like you, you know,” he mumbled against your mouth after forcing himself to break the kiss, resting his forehead on your own.

“I can tell,” you giggled, scrunching your nose up a bit. “Good thing I really like you, too.” He smirked and pulled you back into another relaxed kiss, hoping to distract you from his wandering hand. 

“Nice try, Jake.” You swatted his hand away when his fingers brushed against the underwire of your bra. “Slow it down-”

“Make it bouncy?”

“You’re an idiot,” you snickered and wormed your way out of his arms to flop down on his couch.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot now, sweetheart.” He sat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders so you could relax into his side. Your cheek rested on his chest.

“I know. I’m yours, too.”

Sunoo 

His lips pressed into a thin line as tears welled up on his lash line. A wave of panic rushed over you.

“Oh no, Sunoo, please don’t cry.” Your hands waved uselessly in front of you, caught between wanting to hug him but also wanting to respecting his distaste for skinship. He made that decision for you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to grip the back of your shirt. Your hands immediately settled in the middle of his back, running small circles with your thumbs.

“I’ve been so scared of what would happen if anyone found out,” he sighed heavily into the crown of your head. “I can’t believe you’re so calm about this.”

“I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that vampires are real,” you teased to ease some of the tension. He huffed a quiet laugh through his nose.

“Yeah? Try being a vampire. It’s not as fun as the movies make it look.” You pulled back to wipe the tears from under his eyes.

“I’m being serious, though. You’re my best friend. We look out for each other, right?” You gently reassured him. 

“We do,” he agreed.

“Exactly. You would do the same for me if things were reversed. So eat before you die of starvation.” He rolled his eyes, unzipping your hoodie halfway and letting it fall from one shoulder. One hand wrapped around your bicep while the other sat on your collarbone to hold the strap of your tank top out of the way. 

“Tell me if you need me to stop.” Sunoo urged with a deadly serious edge to his voice. 

“I will, I promise.” With your confirmation, he bit into the curve of your shoulder. You winced silently at the sting, pulling out your phone to scroll on instagram while he drank from the wound. Sunoo was blissfully unaware of your distraction until Sticky blasted at full volume. He glared at you with the worst side-eye you’ve ever had the misfortune of receiving. 

“Are you on tiktok right now?” He asked incredulously, momentarily forgetting about your bleeding shoulder.

“Yeonjun did the sticky dance! How am I supposed to ignore that?”

“You’re ridiculous. I should kick you out right now.”

“Sunoo,” you whined at your friend as his eyes faded from red to their natural brown. He stood up straight, crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow. “Ugh, I’m sorryyyyyyy. Put on one of your boring documentaries so I can fill you in on the bullshit between two of my classmates.”

“Say less!” You went to fix your hoodie and move to the living room, but were stopped by Sunoo’s hands on your wrists. “Hold on, I have to take care of the wound.” He ducked down to run his tongue over the punctures and you gagged dramatically.

“Ew, just say you want more blood next time you weirdo.”

“I’m stopping the bleeding! You’re so melodramatic.” He lightly shoved you toward the couch, stopping by the kitchen to grab a water bottle for you.

“Awe, you do love me,” you cooed after he tossed the bottle to you.

“I do love you, Y/N. I really appreciate your help and how understanding you’ve been,” he reached out to hold your hand but refused to look you in the eye. 

“I love you, too,” you smiled and squeezed his hand before pulling back to give him some space. 

“So, your classmates?”

“Oh my GOD they are so dense!” You launched into a yap session with David Attenborough as background noise and Sunoo drinking up every detail.

Ni-Ki

“You’re way too nice for your own good,” Riki stated with a flick to your forehead. 

“Oh, please. Like I’d let anyone other than you drink my blood.”

“Yay! I feel so special,” he teased and shot you a shit-eating grin. You shoved your hand into his face.

“Just do it before I change my mind,” you huffed with no real intention to actually leave him by himself and near starving. He grabbed your hand, turning it over a couple times to figure out where he should bite. 

“Man, I don’t fuckin know,” he muttered to himself before digging his fangs into your wrist (think Bella in the first Twilight). 

“Ow,” you half-heartedly complained. You let him drink in peace for a solid minute. Then you got bored and decided to mess with him, poking his cheek repeatedly. 

“Are you done yet? Are you done yet? Are you done yet?” You asked with each poke. He released your wrist to groan loudly.

“Y/N.”

“Riki.” He glared at you for a few seconds until you poked him again. 

“I thought you were the older one here,” he retorted, showing off his fangs in a fake grimace.

“I am! I treat you the exact same as I treat my brother. Which, unfortunately for you, means I will constantly give you shit.”

“Meh meh meh meh meh,” he mocked quietly as he returned to your bleeding wrist.

“Hey! Is that any way to talk to your only noona– OW you little shit!” You flinched when he pressed into the wound with the pads of his fingers. He ignored you, so you started talking his ear off about work and the favoritism you swore your manager was showing to another girl. Normally Riki would interrupt you every 30 seconds during your ramblings, but his mouth was currently occupied.

“Oh my goddddddd,” he whined obnoxiously and in your ear. “I’m done, please shut uuuuup.” 

“Riki!” You smacked the back of his head, leveling the younger boy with what your brother called your ‘mom eyes’. 

“Sorry,” he grumbled.

“Sorry what?”

“I’m sorry, noona.” He swung your joined hands around, shaking your whole body in the process. “I just love your amazingly long-winded stories.” You decided to ignore the sarcasm in the second half of his apology. 

“Did you get enough?” You asked, nodding toward the wound. 

“Oh! Yeah, I did. Thank you. I was honestly starting to freak out.” 

“It took a whole week for you to panic?” He shrugged. “Are you gonna let my hand go so I can bandage that?”

“Nope. No need, I can stop the bleeding.” He lifted your arm to his mouth again to lick the wounds a couple times.

“Gross.”

“Oh cool, that worked.”

“What?!” Your eyebrows shot into your hairline. “You didn’t know for sure?”

“Well the older vampires all said our saliva stops bleeding, but I’ve never done it myself before.” 

“You’re impossible. You’re lucky I love you,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“How can I ever repay you,” he teased and bowed with a flourish, kissing the top of your hand with an exaggerated ‘mwah!’

“Ewwww,” you grunted and yanked your hand out of his grip. Riki clutched his stomach as he laughed at your reaction. You crossed your arms, acting annoyed despite the fuzzy feeling of pride filling your chest.

“Do you want me to order food for you?” He asked after he calmed down. 

“Yes! I want whatever Jay has been feeding you to get you that tall,” you grinned, turning to saunter over to the couch. You collapsed into the cushions and turned on the TV.

“Wait for me, I want to watch more Demon Slayer with you. Hi, can I place an order for delivery, please?” Riki’s voice trailed away as he disappeared into his room for the phone call. You shook your head, queueing up the episode you left off on more than a week ago, more than ready to spend time with your best friend again.

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for a Jamie Drysdale fic could you write about how he has a plus size girlfriend and some people make fun of her but Jamie has her back and she soon enough sticks up for herself and tell them something like “you’re mad i have a hottie like Jamie and you don’t” type thing….. sorry if this doesn’t make sense. if it doesn’t just take what you understand and make and great fic of it!

So Hot

Summary: In which 'fans' have a lot to say about your and Jamie's relationship and you had enough.

Jamie Drysdale x plus size!reader

Warning: Cursing and reader is a bad bitch I'm afraid!

A/N: This was actually so fun to write. lol much better than that essay I have to write... also sorry if you like olives, you don't like them in this

You scrolled through the comments of Jamie's new post mindlessly. It was only a simple post. People in the comments say he could do so much better than you or something about your weight, which was already a hard topic for you.

But what really pissed you off was someone saying something bad about Jamie, a horrible assumption about your relationship, and bought up his injury that he recently recovered from.

Jamie came through the door as if being summoned, groceries in his hands.

"Babe, I'm back!" He called out to you.

You turned off your phone and threw it across the couch, not wanting to deal with it right now.

You made your way to the kitchen where you were greeted by Jamie, a shy smile on his face.

"Oh god Jamie what did you do?" You looked at him.

Jamie's face flushed. "I didn't do anything."

"Then what's with the suspicious face, handsome?" You asked.

Jamie loved it when you called him that more than you would like to admit.

"I- okay." He reached in the bag and got out a teddy bear wearing a flyers jersey. "I couldn't help it, looked so cute. Reminds me of someone I know."

You took the teddy bear from him and looked at it. "Yeah, I guess I can see the resemblance between you two."

Jamie chuckled as he touched your waist and moved you closer. "I was talking about you."

"I know, baby." You grinned.

Jamie pecked your lips softly. As he kissed you, you couldn't help but wonder about the comments on his post and if he had seen it.

Jamie being the amazing boyfriend he is, senses your unease. "What's wrong?"

You shrugged. "Nothing... just thinking."

Jamie put his hands on his hips as he looked at you sternly. "About?"

You sighed, giving in to Jamie's puppy eyes. "I read comments under your latest post."

"Were they bad? Do you need me to say something about it? You know I don't like it when people say things about us." Jamie began to ramble.

You kissed Jamie's cheek softly. "It's fine babe, I'll handle it."

Jamie looked at you. "Okay... if you say so. Now, I was thinking of trying out this new recipe... I know you don't like olives so I replaced those with cucumbers."

You nodded along to what Jamie was saying, his eyes somehow brightens brighter as he does so.

Together, the two of you began to prep for dinner. After that was done, you decided to cuddle on the couch.

Jamie laid proudly on top of you, trapping you between him and the couch. Watching some episode of The Office that you weren't paying attention to, your sole focus being on Jamie.

You sneakily took a photo of him on your phone, your heart warming at the sight when an idea popped in your head... you should post this on instagram.

You was set with the idea that you didn't notice Jamie has set his attention to you, craning his neck as he did so.

"What are you up to baby?" Jamie asked.

You grinned down at him. "Nothing." He gave you a look. "Okay fine... I took a photo of you and I was gonna post it on my story to show you off."

Jamie stifled a laugh as he listened to you. "Show me off?"

You nodded. "Yes, show you off! You're just a little human sized teddy bear, everyone has to know."

"I'm glad you think I'm cute but what photo are you posting?" Jamie asked.

"Just of us cuddling, I like just took it." You smiled shyly.

Jamie hummed. "Yeah, post it. I feel nice right here."

You chuckled. "I know you do."

You went on your way to post the photo on your story with the caption. "Living my best life with my lover boy <3"

You smiled, seeming satisfied with the post. You ran your fingers through Jamie's hair, the love you two share grows only stronger tonight.

[eliasorchard]

a place to belong — william j. moriarty x wife!reader

tags: fluff, family dynamics, comfort and care, short drabble

author: for rose from the ask here. i always love her little ideas lol, they're so cute. also, this is kinda funny because i had the freakiest rap playing in the bg while i wrote this 😭

"this will be your room for the next few days," william stated, pushing open a door to reveal a spacious chamber, warmly lit and outfitted with four small beds, each with a thick quilt. "make yourselves comfortable."

he turned to look at the children—a ragtag bunch, clothes tattered, face smudged with dirt and eyes wide with awe and cautiousness all at once. they limped as they stepped inside, blood slowly dousing the bandages they had just been treated with before coming here.

the eldest kid, perhaps twelve, stepped forward cautiously—taking a protective stance of the three kids behind. the kid audibly gulped, hesitation clear on her face before finally speaking. "...why are you helping us?"

william's gaze softened just slightly. "because i can."

before he could elaborate, a voice called from behind. "william? i thought i heard you come in—" you appeared at the doorway, clothed in your nightdress. your face swept over the scene, the wounded children clustered together, scared and looking like cornered animals, and softened. "and who are these little ones?"

"they've had a rough time," william smiled warmly at you, his expression becoming gentle upon seeing you. "i thought it would be best if they stay here while they recover."

"alright then." you said, nodding your head. you approached them slowly, before crouching to their level. "i'm (name). you'll be safe here, i promise." a pause, and then: "have you eaten?"

the youngest, a boy about six, shook his head. the others followed suit. "well," you got off your knees. "that won't do. let's see about getting you all fed. how does stew sound? louis has only made fresh bread today, too."

the children exchanged hesitant glances, but when the youngest nodded, the others followed—guarded faces easing a little.

over the next few days, your warmth had gradually brought them out of their shells. during the day, you led them through the gardens, and they all seemed impressed by flowers and herbs. even fred looked happy teaching them the names of the flora growing there. the children shared their meals with you, and at night—you read to them before they fell asleep.

the younger two children followed you like shadows while the older ones began to pepper you with questions about the manor and it's mysterious rooms that they weren't allowed in. they really thought of you as a mother figure—one time, the youngest one had even accidentally let the word slip, calling you 'mom'.

it was the younger girl who asked one evening, after supper. "can we see mr. william's study, mrs. (name)?"

the other children perked up at the idea, their curiosity plain and present on their faces. you paused, pretending to consider.

"his study?" you whispered, feigning shock. "hmmm, i'm not sure. that's where he keeps all his most serious and boring things. are you sure you children are ready for such a place?"

the young boy tugged on your sleeve—giving you the biggest puppy eyes. "...please, mrs. (name)?"

you had to bite the inside of your cheek to hide the grin that was creeping it's way up your face. you sighed theatrically. "alright, but you all must be very quiet. agreed?"

the study was dim and imposing, it's walls lined with shelves brimming with books, maps and strange instruments. the children tiptoed their way in, eyes wide as saucers.

"wow! look at this!" one of the girls whispered, pointing to a celestial globe on the desk. another flipped through a book of intricate mathematical diagrams, while the remaining two crowded around a large map pinned to one of the walls.

you moved among them, explaining what you knew. you picked up an item, pretending to use it—which made the children giggle. their innocent laughter rang softly through the room.

unbeknownst to them, william stood just outside the door—leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. he watched quietly, a faint and warm smile playing on his lips.

"mrs. (name)," one of the children curiously inquired, pointing at an item on the low shelf. "what's this thing?"

before you could answer, william cleared his throat. "that," he explained as he stepped inside of the room. "is an astrolabe."

the children flinched, caught in the act. they face him slowly, the youngest muttering a little "oops." you shrug your shoulders, speaking smoothly. "we were just.... admiring your collection."

"is that so?" william asked, raising an eyebrow but his tone was mild. he walked to his desk and picked up the celestial globe. "If you're going to explore, you might as well learn something."

he set the globe on the table and motioned for them to gather around. the children hesitated at first, but eventually crowded close as william began to explain the constellations. his voice was calm and patient and he seemed to take genuine satisfaction in their wide-eyed fascination, unable to stifle his soft laughs at the children's amused "ooh"s and "ah"s.

you leaned against one of the bookshelves, watching the scene unfold in front of you. warmly smiling your husband guide their little hands over the globe—it was an endearing sight.

[bimbo-baggins17]

Cannibal anon here! Bare with me it's quite long lol

So anakin, his mom and some others like ovi wan and ahsoka are all like a coven of cannibals and stuff. Anakin has been telling his family of his crush on a girl in his engineering/car workshop class but he never describes her physically at all, unbeknownst to him some one in the family kills the reader and eat her, anakin finding this out is very distraught and upset, grabs what he can of her blood in a glass vile and runs to his room and places it on his desk and throws himself into his bed and just weeps like crazy. Soon the vile starts to move before finally falling to the ground an shattering and the blood splattering the ground, anakin snaps his head up, eyes are red and puffy sees the shattered glass and almost starts crying again before noticing the blood starting to move and take form, soon reader is fully formed and clothed. Anakin is of course shocked and scared, reader is more than likely unfazed as she is immortal and was in a cannibal cult some 1000 years ago. Shit happens and Anakin confesses his feelings and shit, reader having been his past lover who vows to find him every time he reincarnates, maybe she tells him this as she tells him her feelings and stuff and maybe fuck lol. Reader would only let Anakin eat her, she's pretty numb to pain due to this so she doesn't really feel him eating her and she'll just regenerate in a few hours anyways. Reader is basically based off of Alex murder from prototype, he was nuked and reformed from just a drop of his blood and id see reader as a tomboy type of girl and they just live happily ever after lmao, this has been in my head for days

Hii sorry this took a little bit! I hope you enjoy it! <3

18+ MDNI!! Tw! Cannibalism/vore! Don’t like, don’t read!! Smut!, afab anatomy, fem names, petnames. Lmk if I missed anything! I lost the post where I got these borders from but if you know/find the creator let me know/tag them for credit!!

“What’s gotten you in such a good mood recently?” Shmi asks a smiling Anakin sitting down at the table.

He shrugs a little, “Huh? Oh. Nothing it’s stupid mom.” He waves it off.

Ahsoka knowingly giggles, sitting down beside him, “It’s a girl in his workshop.”

Anakin smacks her arm with the back of his hand, “Thanks Snips.” He mutters.

“A girl huh? It’s about time Ani.” Shmi says approvingly.

His cheeks flush as Obi Wan claps him on the back, coming up from behind having heard everything. “Your mother’s right.” He sits down opposite from them at the table.

Shmi comes over with dinner. A stew made from the remaining bits of meat. “Before anyone complains, this is all we have. Ben said he’d go hunting tomorrow for something more fresh.” She says before she heard any of the oncoming complaints.

“It’s fine. Your stew’s my favorite.” Ahsoka says.

Anakin scoffs and looks over at her, “Kiss ass.”

“Behave you two.”

The next day Anakin excitedly enters his workshop class but is disappointed when he doesn’t see you. You’re usually early. He sighs and sits at one of the tables on a stool, looking to the door everytime someone new comes in. It’s never you though.

His whole day drags because of not seeing you. When he’s finally headed home, he’s upset and hungry, just ready to eat and go to bed. He steps inside and the smell of freshly cooked meats fill the air. He breathes in deeply.

“Smells good mom.” He calls out, slipping his shoes off at the door.

“We’re in here honey! Dinner’s ready!” She calls out from the dining room.

When Anakin walks in, he can see they’ve already started eating. His eyes move from his family to the cooked carcass on the table. His smile slowly slips off his lips.

“How was your day honey? You see that girl again?” Shmi asks with a mouthful.

The tattoos were clear on the skin, the familiar nail polish, the supple curves. He knew. “What did you do??” He practically shrieks rushing to the table.

“Relax, there’s more than enough for you still.” Obi Wan says, ripping a chunk off meat from a leg bone.

“No!” Anakin’s hands shake as he reaches for your carcass that lay at the center of the table, ribs snapped apart and pulled open to be able to reach inside of you for your organs and meat. Your lifeless eyes stared back at him as he tries to somehow put you back together. Tears well up in his eyes.

Obi Wan, Ahsoka, and his mom all share a look between themselves, confused over his reaction.

Ahsoka reaches for his shoulder, “Anakin-“

He whips around, shoving her hand off of him, tears now streaming down his cheeks, “HOW COULD YOU??” He screams. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER??”

“What do you mean, honey?” Shmi asks. She’s never seen her son act in such a way before. He’d always been fine with this way of life so what was the problem now?

“It was her!!! Why??” He continues.

Slowly it dawns on the rest of the table. “I’m so sorry honey. We didn’t know. Obi wan had chosen her. Said she had no family. No friends. An easy target.” His mother tries to calm him down.

Anakin looks over at Obi Wan, eyes locking on him. “It was you??” He rushes over and shoves at his shoulder.

Obi Wan tries to calm him down and keep him from getting anymore physical, “I didn’t know! I didn’t know what she looked like! If I knew I wouldn’t have, I swear Anakin!”

The hot angry tears stream down his red face, “I can’t believe you! I-..she-..we-…” He starts to hyperventilate, unable to form coherent words.

Anakin quickly leaves the dining room, grabbing an empty mason jar and comes back over. Without looking at any of his family or uttering another word, he scoops as much of your blood as he can into the jar with shaky hands, sniffling as he does.

He seals the lid and just looks at the crimson liquid inside.

“I really am sorry. I didn’t know Anakin. If I did-“ Obi Wan says softer this time, touching his shoulder in some attempt to comfort him.

Anakin shoves his arm off and stomps back off to his bedroom wordlessly.

With his bedroom door shut, he sets the jar down on his desk with the upmost care. He sits on the edge of his bed, hands clasped together as he stares at the last little bit of you he has, tears threatening to spill again.

“Why did it have to be you?” He asks quietly as he lays down on his bed, curling into the fetal position with a pillow in his arms.

He can’t hold back any longer and he starts crying into the plush fabric. Heavy sobs rack his entire body. He cries so hard he doesn’t notice the vile of your blood starting to move closer and closer to the edge until it shatters on the ground.

Immediately he lifts his head up and locks onto the shards of glass on his floor, the red liquid in a puddle amongst the pieces. “No. No.” He whimpers, lower lip trembling.

Wait. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? Or was your blood starting to..move? He quickly wipes the tears away and leans closer watching with puffy, bloodshot eyes as the blood starts to coagulate, moving together and taking shape. The puddle moves up, forming together. Not sure what’s happening he leans back away from it onto his bed, keeping the pillow in his hold as if it were a shield.

Before his very eyes you’re standing there in front of him somehow. Fully intact and clothed.

“What?” He breathes out in disbelief, eyes wide.

You stand there unfazed for the most part, cracking your neck. “Jesus. Sorry it took a little bit.”

He blinks at you dumbfounded, “Huh?”

Your eyebrows furrow as you kneel down to pick up the shards of glass. “Can’t leave these sitting around. It’s a safety hazard.”

He swallows, the action making his Adam’s apple bob. “What’s going on?” His voice waivers.

“What do you mean?” You question, looking up at him.

“You-..you were dead. I saw you. I saw you.”

You dump the broken glass into the small waste basket by his desk and shrug, “Yeah, and?”

“And??” He repeats the word incredulously, “You were dead! My family- you were- I- how??” He shakes his head, “This isn’t real. This isn’t. I must have passed out or I’m so distraught that I’m hallucinating.”

You make your way over to him slowly and sit on the edge of the bed. He watches your each and every move, “This isn’t real?” You ask quietly, “I’m not real?” You lay a hand tentatively on his knee.

He sucks in a breath, looking down at where you’re touching him. You were real. Really real. “H-how?” He asks quietly, his voice still shaking.

You let out a long exhale, “You really want to know?”

Anakin nods his head.

“Alright, fine, just-…don’t freak out or get all weird,” You say. Would he even believe you? There was a chance he wouldn’t but you’d risk it anyways and try. “Long ago, I-I was born into a cult. The rituals we did, it gave us immortality and…the ability to reincarnate.”

He stares at you silently for longer than you’d like. “You what?”

You shake your head, “I know-..I know it all sounds crazy but-…I have loved you before.”

“What?” Did he hear you correctly.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but you have to believe me,” You plead with him, “We swore that we’d find each other in each laugh..and..here I am.”

It helped make sense to him why everything always felt so natural between you two, why he felt drawn instantly to you. To anyone else, this would sound so outlandish but considering his family is a clan of cannibals in the 21st century, anything was possible. “You found me again.” He says with a fond smile.

Your nerves ease and you nod your head, “Of course I did. I promised you I always would.” You ease yourself down to sit in the bed beside him.

Anakin’s eyes slowly trail over you. He thought he’d lost you. He reaches a hand out to gently stroke his knuckles down your cheek, further confirming you were actually here, looking into those beautiful eyes that have captivated him since day one. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips before he’s leaning in, giving you a soft and sweet kiss.

You’d waited years for him again, being gentle wouldn’t do. You deepen the kiss almost immediately. It takes him by surprise but he doesn’t pull back, instead moving his lips in time with your’s.

“I need you.” You rasp out. His lips trail across your jaw and down your neck.

“You need me? Already?”

You huff, threading your fingers through his hair, “Already? More like finally. Been waiting for you for years, can’t wait any longer.”

He smiles against your soft skin, nipping at your pulse point. “I’ll take care of you. Make up for the time apart.”

Slowly, he discards both of your clothing, trailing kisses all over your body, making note of your cult’s symbol scarred up on your skin.

Your cunt was already dripping in anticipation for him, the ache of being without your destined lover for years finally catching up. He reaches a hand down to grip himself, running his tip through your soaked folds making you whimper. He smiles down at you. “So wet and all f’me.”

He positions himself at your entrance, leaning down to pull you into a kiss as he pushes his cock into your tight pussy. He groans. You felt so perfect, like you were molded by the universe just for him.

Anakin thrusts slowly into your pussy at first before picking up, letting his pleasure and your moans drive his actions.

But he starts to lose energy fast, having not eaten all day. You could sense that, “Feed off me.”

He pulls his face back from the crook of your neck, brows furrowed. “What?”

“Eat from me.”

He shakes his head, “I can’t hurt you. Won’t do it.” He pants, his thrusts slowing to conserve energy.

You shake your own head, “It won’t hurt me, I promise, not when it’s you. I’ll regenerate whatever you take.”

Anakin swallows thickly, his resistance slipping.

You hold your arm out to him in offering. He hesitates for another moment before wrapping his hand around your wrist. First he presses a soft kiss to the delicate skin before sinking his teeth into the flesh. You let out a soft moan. It never hurt when he’d feast from you, if anything it felt good.

Your meat wasn’t like any other he’s had before. His eyes nearly roll back, savoring your taste as he chews bite after bite of your juicy flesh. Because of the connection you share and the powers you possess, it quickly replenishes his energy.

He starts to snap his hips faster into you again, continuing to eat from your body, his face covered in your blood. His thrusts are animalistic as he takes from you in more ways than one. You moan loudly, body writhing in pleasure.

“Tastes so good.” He praises. His let’s go of your arm, leaning down to trail bites down your arm, taking chunks from it as he goes. “You..feel..incredible.” He grunts out through a mouthful.

Anakin was already in tune with your body as well, feeling your release right there. “Let go for me, sweet girl, let go.” He encourages, stopping his feeding to focus solely on you now that he was recovered.

“I’m-..I’m..I’m-“ You whine before your pussy is clamping down tightly along his cock, milking him as you cum.

He groans, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he reaches his own release deep inside you.

Anakin slips out once he’s caught his breath, eyes moving all over your body, “Are you okay?” He asks, voice laced with concern as he looks at how much he took from your body.

You give him a blissed out smile and nod your head. “I’m fine. I promise.” You breathe out.

He was going to question until he was your wounds healing on their very own right infront of him, his eyes widening. “You really were telling the truth.”

You nod your head, a smile still on your lips as you look at the wonder on his face. “I was.”

“You’re incredible, you know that?” He says fondly, “What happens now?”

“Now?” You repeat the word, “Now we spend the rest of this life together and you may feast from me whenever you feel the need to.”

He smiles down at you before pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “I love you. In this life and the next.”

[caterpillarinacave]

You've been waiting a while, every snapping branch or sound of the forest testing your patience, but as you catch your breath you check your things, you were mostly packed beforehand in case of an emergency, so all the important things are there, you're sure you'll be fine if it turns out you need to slip through the door after all.

Eventually the sounds of footsteps begin to pervade the air, you gather your things and open the door, just enough to dart through if needed, your company walks into the clearance in the trees, you can see who's in charge as soon as they step through, a confident aura about them, they see you and call out an order, the rest of the group halts, there is a brief moment of quiet while you each study the other, finally the standstill is broken, the leader of the group introduces themself and you return the favor, you ask what they want and they tell you they're from a group funded quietly by the government to explore the next dimension, you ask more specifical what they want with you, they tell you they are interested in learning of your world and your capabilities, they want you to join them, they promise to help you in any way they can, providing resources about what they know and offer assistance in your journey.

Do you accept their offer?

No

[time-is-restored]

more whinging bc i got negative hours of sleep last night and i need to stay awake somehow lol

cw: discussions of misogyny + abuse

god the more i think abt it the more exhausted i get by the gender politics of ted lasso.

like god i do genuinely think that rebecca's arc in s1 is one of the best depictions of a mean + cruel woman ive ever seen on TV specifically bc it manages to thread the needle so well? like they never tilt her balance too much and doom her to being either totally fucked up + evil OR totally soft and sweet and harmless. and ted's 'divorce makes u crazy' response to her apology STILL makes me crazy wrt the sheer. understanding and empathy there, and she's just. given so much more depth than ive come to expect, especially for an ensemble cast sitcom w a (then) p short run time.

but my fucking god. we literally don't learn a fucking thing about michelle. im pretty sure the one (1) concrete thing we know about her comes in the fucking finale, and it's that she's a teacher for... something. the two most important people in ted's life and we don't know anything abt them! they're literally just empty symbols representing the importance of Family™, and that vacancy does nothing but weigh ted's storyline down!

like, i liked michelle's episode/storyline in s1, bc the blinding novelty of a woman instigating a divorce not being the Actual Devil, as well as a just. generally very empathetic + nuanced take on how divorce shakes out between two ppl who really care for each other, was so 'WAIT TV CAN DO THIS??' that i felt satisfied with that being Her Arc™. divorce happens, life happens, people fall out of love, and it hurts but its ultimately okay. the show, at the time, was ultimately abt a football club and how caring abt that football club helped everyone around it.

but then the show sticks around, and her continued absence just... raises a lot of questions? how did the conversation abt ted going overseas happen? what conversations did they have abt henry? how long term was it intended to be? did money really not factor into it all? like it's one thing for a character's backstory to be vague when it's not really the focus of attention (s1 was ultimately rebecca's story before anyone else's), but when it's the load bearing stone of their '''''''arc''''''' in s3...????

like. god. and then it fucking infects every other woman on the show!

sassy + nora? well sure we'll give you a softball - you can have one (1) scene where a woman is able to resolutely and firmly reject a man asking her out without immediately being seen as cruel or gameplayey (not that the audience will see it that way! she's already a lecherous temptress for them!), but neither of them will ever be able to speak to rebecca onscreen again, even after the heart-wrenching scenes in s1 CLEARLY establishing them as a beating heart of rebecca's arc.

shandy? nope, don't even think abt her motivations/drives, just forget her. simi? LMAOOO imagine a black woman getting a personality beyond righteous anger. jack? three-four episodes, and we learn so little abt her that her conflict with keeley - which SHOULD'VE have been a huge emotional beat - just feels like a kick in the teeth (and while, yes, i absolutely agree that in a real world context, jack's rejection of keeley would be largely motivated by class, in Ted Lasso Land™ rebecca is just as rich - if not richer? - and we're never once encouraged to interrogate her priorities).

barbara's the one that really makes me miserable, bc i feel like on a show with less run time, she could've played REALLY well. she's a great contrast to keeley, has an amazing delivery, and the scene where keeley + her first discuss the snowglobes shows that she has the potential for some really moving vulnerability + pathos. but instead they give SO many of keeley's scenes to characters who ultimately get written out, so when barbara stays it's like... okay? sure? like, i was so stoked that barbara survived the Mass Exodus of side characters that i didn't wanna look the gift horse in the mouth but... wasn't the last thing we saw of her and keeley's relationship like. general resentment + distrust abt the shandy debacle? when did that improve? how???

i don't think i'll ever have enough mental real estate to explain how disappointed keeley + rebecca's 'arcs' in s3 made me, and at least there's the saving grace that. virtually no one other than jamie got a coherent arc this season, so at least it was on some levels an egalitarian screw up. but fuck dude. keeley was just forced to react to bad things that were happening to her, and we got to see her do her job (which, unbelievably, does actually involve things other than being an awkward manager!) precisely one (1) time.

i even like rebecca's arc on paper - i think it's really cool to see a character backslide so intensely in terms of obsessing over and struggling to come to terms w a past relationship, especially an abusive one, bc like. yeah! that shit sticks with you for longer than a season! and beyond that, seeing her regain her sense of self and what SHE actually gives a shit about was oftentimes just as sweet as s1. but her scenes were poorly connected, and she had to carry WAY too much of a burden as the Resident Speech Giver for any of her internal characterisation to make sense. like, sorry, but it's kind of hard to believe a character's Going Through It™ when they have to spent near 100% of their screen time giving Take It From Me, Kid, speeches. and then she's not even given a real opportunity TO fuck up + sabotage her relationships, even when she starts getting really weird w ted! it's all just so meaningless and like nothing that she does is ever going to matter. she never speaks to zava again, we don't get to see her interact w bex or kate, her pleas to ted get COMPLETELY shut down...

but the thing that REALLY makes me sick is this complete lack of interiority absolutely butchers the characters of jade + jane, who are otherwise RIFE with potential. like, jade is a completely unflinching, unapologetic asshole to nate + his family, and that's never interrogated. even in Sitcom Land™, it's more than reasonable to view jade's actions as racist, especially when she doesn't give the same treatment to others (at least not as i recall? honestly i usually watch the taste of athens scenes while peeking out behind my hands, so i could 100% be wrong here). and yet, suddenly, and completely inexplicably, she's charmed by nate. she wants to give him the time of day. she finds him attractive, and wants to date him, and generally take control of his life and force him into a decision that is literally the exact opposite of what he expressed wanting to do. except even that LAST thing isn't allowed to be interrogated, bc god FORBID a woman is enough of a fully realised creation to actually be culpable of the terrible shit they do!

and fucking jane??? beard's so head-over-heels for this woman that the emotional abuse + extremely controlling tendencies don't even make him bat an eye, and we don't get to know anything about her? she's literally just the suggestion of an alluring woman! good at sex! good at chess! fuck you if you wanna know more, even though the show ENDLESSLY hits you over the head with how painful their relationship is for beard - beard who is given virtually no other storyline. like, i literally can't read brendan's refusal to label jane as abusive as anything other than like. that bio-essentialism shit where ppl 'women are better than men <3' so hard that they end up genuinely and wholeheartedly arguing that someone's sex defines their morals - or worse, that their sex is a deciding factor in determining whether someone's actions are good or bad. not context, but a legitimate 'add points if woman, take away points if man' variable.

like that's so feminism 101 it's legitimately almost worse than nothing. that's like getting as far as 'hey so you know how we're all inundated with both implicit + explicit messaging abt what is Valued and Good for women vs men to-' before shoving ur earplugs in and going 'if you are oppressed by society we'll automatically stamp a 'good person' label on ur head and now we don't have to think abt any of our biases + internalised beliefs ever again <333'. the most useless and fucking pointless stand against the patriarchy ever, especially coming from the same show that ENDLESSLY slots characters into the 'loving gf/wife' archetype and then give them Literally Nothing Else. my comrades you have literally just done madonna/whore 2: oops all madonnas! this is not liberation!!!! this is a miserable cage!!!!!!!!!

im just. higgins' wife. mae. trent's daughter and anonymous 'her'. the women at the hotel and the restaurants and the firm and the fucking physios, fuck - dani's gfs! who are they? what do they want? where do they go when the camera stops rolling? can anyone hear me?? hello??? hello???? brendan hunt i am OUTSIDE YOUR HOUUUUUUSE

[munch-mumbles]

ive been a little upset about it all night so i need to write out all the things that happened at work today and are bugging me so i can TRY to get it out of my head and actually RELAX bc i just keep pacing in circles around it instead of just accepting it and moving on

[longagoitwastuesday]

Found Gojo/Ijichi art. All is good in the world

[fushitoru]

i can't stop looking at his d—d—d—d—FACE!

pairings ⸺ (SEPERATE) boy next door!gojo x reader, wrestler!toji x reader, gym trainer!sukuna x reader, pizza delivery boy!choso x reader, husband's boss!nanami x reader, perv on train!geto x reader

summary ⸺ jjk men as overused p0rn/h3ntai plots! inspired by this awesome post by the talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular @/osamucide! pls check it out and the rest of his work :3

warnings ⸺ SMUT (mdni), consent is pre-established in all scenarios (but dub con just in case), everyone is of age (or older), exhibitionism, infidelity in nanami’s, pussy drunk men lol, not edited (as always), cowgirl, missionary, creampies, VERY public sex in toji’s, art by 3-aem, lmk if I’ve missed anything!

a/n lolll i'm ngl this was so fun to write. some of these scenarios are so funnny hELP. this one is also for some of the anons who are so obsessed w choso and sukuna in bridgerton au. wrote them for you 🫡 choso’s is my fav hehe

NEW: part 2 here

general masterlist

SUKUNA RYOMEN ⸺ HOTTIE'S PERSONAL TRAINER HAS A VERY HANDS ON APPROACH!

“Brat!” Sukuna’s voice cuts through the air like a whip. “Watch your back. You’re supposed to be hinging your hips back, not whatever lazy shit you were doing.”

He steps around to your side, the heavy thud of his boots on the gym floor adding to the oppressive weight of his presence. Squatting down, he sets his hips back in one smooth motion, demonstrating with sharp precision. “Like this. Not whatever the fuck that was.”

You glance at him, your legs trembling under you. Sweat clings to your skin, a thin sheen that feels heavy after the grueling thirty minutes with your personal trainer. Sukuna definitely takes the "tiger mom" approach, every tattoo on his body echoing the sharp, uncompromising authority in his eyes. Right now, those eyes bore into you, narrowed with impatience, his hands on his hips. His scowl is practically carved into his face—stone-hard and unmoving.

Breathing hard, you slump forward, hands gripping your knees as you gasp for air. Your heartbeat drums loudly in your ears. “Sukuna, g-give me a sec. I just—fuck—” You can barely string a sentence together between gulps of air. “I just maxed out. My legs are literally shaking.”

Sukuna clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment, but his voice softens—just a little. “Fine. Catch your breath. But as you do that, let’s practice proper form.”

You nod exhaustedly, not being able to think very clearly. Wiping the sweat to prevent it from getting into your eyes, you put your legs hip width apart as Sukuna gets behind you to observe your form. You bend down, trying to sit back onto your hips as best as possible, but as soon as your ass grazes Sukuna’s crotch, you lose the form in your back in surprise. “Sorry—”

“That was wrong.” Sukuna’s voice is in your ear as he puts his hands on your hips, and you are dizzy with the contact. “Here.” Both of you squat down, Sukuna’s hard body moving right behind you, and at the lowest position, Sukuna’s thumb roves over the fat of your ass, and they leave your hips to trace up your back. “Your back should be neutral, otherwise you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“O—okay,” you breathily reply, dizzy with the way he was touching you. If you listened closely, it almost sounded as if you were whimpering. Unfortunately for you, it seemed like Sukuna was more observant than you had hoped because he was looking at you in suspicion, eyes raking up and down your figure to observe your appearance. Disheveled, chest rising rapidly, sweat dripping right in the middle of your breasts—

Sukuna, out of nowhere, grabs your hand and begins walking away. “Come with me. You’re not doing them right.”

Soon, you’re led into one of the gym’s stretching rooms—the private ones, the ones meant for Sukuna to help you after the workout. 

“Sukuna, what are we—” you breathlessly ask, but you’re quickly shushed by Sukuna as he hoists himself on the massage table.

“Come here,” he motions to his lap, and you wordlessly follow his directions, sitting directly on top of his lap, gasping as you realize there’s a bulge making contact with your pussy. “We’re going to try an alternative way of doing squats, one that involves a bit more cardio.” He pulls down his sweatpants, blushing, furious cock springing out as he pulls down your yoga pants.

Soon, you’re moaning as you slowly take in his cock, sliding down as his precum and your copious amount of slick mix and drip onto his pelvis. Your feet are on either side of his legs, making you squat every time you lower yourself down on his length.

“Fuck! You’re so tight.” He slaps your ass as you bounce yourself rapidly on his cock. “Pretended to not know how to squat just for me to put this fat cock in you, isn’t that right?”

You didn’t have the capacity to answer, just moan as his cock hits your spot. Unsatisfied with your pace, Sukuna flips you both over until your back is on the table. 

“Oh fuck yea,” Sukuna pants, hips pistoning into you rapidly, effectively fucking you into the table, and his quads are bulging in sheer strength as they clench and unclench in reflection of his pleasure. “Didn’t know my client had such a sweet pussy.”

KAMO CHOSO ⸺ SHE ORDERS BIG SAUSAGE PIZZA AND GETS HER DEEP DICK CRAVINGS FILLED! (the title is so ridiculous im crying)

“Your total’s $14.93. You’re five bucks short.” The delivery boy—an emo looking guy with hair in space buns—responds to the wad of cash and coins you had just given him. He couldn’t look any less bored than he was as he stared down impassively at you, hot, steaming pizza in one hand.

"Wait, but I ordered a small?" You ask him in confusion. "I couldn't possibly finish a large one by myself!"

He pulls out your receipt from where it was tucked into the pizza box. "Your order said a large." Upon glancing on it, you look that he was indeed correct—right next to your pizza, the size LARGE glared at you through the sheen of the reciept's paper.

"Oh," You said, dumbly, blinking in confusion. "Well, I can pay the rest in card if that's okay."

You get an impassive "I don't have a card reader."

"Oh, okay," you laugh nervously, hand going up to scratch the back of your head and fiddle with the rest of your fingers. "Okay, well," you squinted at his nametag, "Choso, let me just check the remaining cash I have. You can come inside if you'd like." 

He comes inside, dropping off the pizza you ordered on your kitchen counter as he makes his way to sit on your couch. You go to your bedroom, checking your desk drawer for any loose cash you may have stored but to no avail. Heart racing and nervous, you frantically search the upper shelf of your room, on your tiptoes as you look for your money jar, praying that there was a 5 dollar piece of cash lying around. Instead, your fingers crash against some book propped on it, tumbling down onto the floor with a large thud!

You hear footsteps coming up to your bedroom door. Choso, standing near the door. "You good?"

"Yea," you strain, still reaching up high to grasp at the jar. "I'm just trying to find somethi—”

The heat of Choso's body surrounds you as he presses closer to you, reaching up effortlessly to grab at the money jar. His groin presses against your backside, acutely aware of his breaths as he passes you the jar. 

Which is empty.

"Fuck!" you curse. You turn, looking at Choso in anxiousness, as you notice he hasn't backed away at all. "I'm sorry, but is there any alternative way to pay for the pizza? Again, I'm really really sorry for the hassle."

"You have to pay for the food in some sort of way," he says with a stony face. Your mind is racing, thinking of ways you could pay but coming up short.

As a result, you end up with your face stuffed against your pillow, the hot delivery boy plowing and drilling his cock into you. 

"Fuck, so irresponsible. Couldn't even pay for the pizza she ordered without a stranger's cock inside of her." At his dirty talk, you whimper and squeeze your pussy, Choso groaning as a result.

"What was that?" He grabs your hair and pulls your face up as his tongue traces the frame of your ear. "What were you trying to say, you cockslut?"

"'M sorry!" You squealed and babbled, eliciting little ah! ah! ah!'s as he continues bumping his cockhead against the gooey spot inside your pussy.

"Yea, you better be. Wasting my fucking time. I'm going to come inside, got it?" Choso growls as he continues pistoning his hips inside.

GETO SUGURU ⸺ ANIME GIRL GETS HER PUSSY FINGERED ON PUBLIC TRAIN!

He pulls you in for a deep kiss while rutting inside you. "Aren't you my good girl? Taking this cock for me like a good girl?" You squeal, blabbering nonsense as he fucks you into next Tuesday…

You read the smut from your favorite author on Tumblr, devouring each word while remaining stony faced as the train rocked underneath your feet. In the corner facing the doors, you made sure that you were angled in such a way that no one would be able to see the filthy things you were reading on your screen. 

However, the metro was slowing down and you looked up quickly—which was painful, considering you were so invested in the story—to make sure it wasn't your stop. As the rush of foot traffic simultaneously populated and vacated the metro, you paid no attention to the people behind you. After all, other people would be too busy on their phones to see what you were reading, right?

"You're going to take this cum, right? I'm going to breed you, my sweet, sweet girl." He laughs.  You take a moment to take in his pretty features. Long hair, beautiful face, all filled with lust for you...

You scan the words, blush evident on your face as your favorite writer has done it yet again. Adjusting, you squeezed your thighs for relief and toyed with the hem of your skirt, failing to notice the soft breaths trailing down the back of your neck just because of how enthralled and taken you were with the plot.

And then, a hand trailed up your thigh, catching you by alarm. You almost drop your phone in your rush to turn and look at the creep that was touching you, ready to beat the shit out of him. 

But when you do turn, you stop and widen your eyes. The man in front of you seems even prettier than the fictional man you were reading about, and you take him in as he rubs circles on your thigh. His sultry eyes rake down your figure, his lips pulled back in a knowing smirk. "That's some filthy shit you're reading."

Looking at him, your heart starts beating faster solely because of the promise of what his hands would do as they were currently softly stroking your thighs, getting closer and closer to going under your shirt. "I—I—uh sorry—I—"

"It's okay, pretty girl." He gives you a kiss on the side of your neck. "Continue reading it. Can you do that, baby?"

You nod, not trusting your voice. Coincidentally, you're at the part where the man helps the girl masturbate, rubbing and teasing her pussy up and down. The man behind you does the same, teasing your lips while refusing to delve inside your panties, no matter how badly you want him to do.

"That feel good?"

You whimper. "Yes—ah—it feels good. Please touch me on my pussy directly. Please."

The man behind you chuckles, and your knees buckle at how rich his voice is. You would join a cult for this man. "Since you asked so nicely, I will. Call me Suguru."

His fingers pull your panties aside and enters, soon knuckle deep inside your cunt, and as quietly as you can, you moan his name as he continues fingering you in front of all the strangers on the train. His hips press closer to your ass, and you throb even more at the huge bulge he’s sporting. He’s sloppily licking on the outside of your ear, right where you’re sensitive, and you shiver and lose yourself in the pressure even more.

The pleasure was building in you steadily and Suguru groans. “That’s right, take it all.”

You almost jump when the PA sounds. "The next stop is Shinjuku."

“That’s my stop. You have to cum before then, or you won’t be able to cum,” Suguru whispers in your ear, speeding up and hitting your g-spot with precision. There are tears forming in your eyes as you make an effort to stay quiet, especially with Suguru giving seductive kisses to your sensitive neck. 

“Fuck, you got so tight,” he groans. “Gonna cum?” He uses his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit, and you see stars. 

“I will—I will,” you cry, as the throbbing and pulsing sensation grows faster and faster until finally, you cum with a muffled cry, because Suguru has his fingers in your mouth to ensure you don’t scream out on this very, very public train.  “Squeezing my fingers so much, relax,” Suguru laughs, popping his slick-coated fingers in his mouth. “You gonna do that to my dick next?”

NANAMI KENTO ⸺ BEAUTIFUL WIFE HAS TO FUCK HER HUSBAND'S BOSS! (NTR)

“Mr. Nanami,” you scrape a hand through your hair and clear your throat. “You wanted to see me?” 

For a moment, your husband’s handsome boss eyes you down, catching on the top button of your blouse currently unbuttoned. You mainly did it because of nervousness, the heat of the room escalating with Nanami Kento’s presence. After a long bout of intimidating silence, he finally speaks. “I assume you can guess why you are here?”

You bounce your knee as you sit across from the man, and you suddenly start sweating. Of course you can guess. Your bum of a husband—the one currently under your charge—neglects to do his deliverables, choosing to take comfort in the fact that you were his higher-up to trust that he would not be getting terminated for his lack of responsibility. 

But what he doesn’t know is that you’ve been begging Nanami not to fire him, despite the propelling and clear reasons to do so. And you fear the day he finally chooses to stop listening to you. 

“Team leader, I’m going to need much more convincing. Your team has been decreasing in productivity ever since your husband joined, and it’s hindering the company,” he reminds you stoically. “I’ve seen you working overtime far too frequently to cover up for your spouse’s negligence.”

You wish time would speed up just to get this difficult conversation with. “I—I’m going to be honest, Mr. Nanami. I don’t have much warrant to continue having him on the team, but it would put my family in much…emotional conflict if this were to happen.” The said emotional conflict would really only be from your husband. You’re sure he’s going to take this as an excuse to drink himself silly, blaming you for not being able to keep him employed. Your throat dries as you finally meet eyes with your boss, silently pleading him to come up with a solution.

“I see.” Nanami crosses his arms. “I suppose there is a…favor you could do for me.”

At that, you perk up and nod your head frantically. “Of course. Anything.”

Which is why you find yourself bent over Nanami’s desk, his cock drilling inside you. He’s ripped your stockings, pulled up your miniskirt, and put your panties to the side as he moans about how sweet your pussy feels. “I’ve been waiting for this forever. Tell me, is my cock better than his?”

“It is!” you squeal. “You’re so—so big!”

Nanami moans as he ruts inside you, your walls squeezing him tight. “Darling, I c—can tell he doesn’t treat you right. You are so tight around me, pussy’s been waiting for a while for a real man.” 

You moan and curse, blabbering affirmations while his dick impales you. Even though Nanami is the one who’s owed the favor here, his hands wind their way around your body to rub at your clit, simulating you even more, making you sob. “Please don’t stop!”

“I won’t ever, sweetheart,” he pants. “I’m going to finish inside her, okay? Make sure to keep it in when you go home and greet your husband.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI ⸺ BABE GETS IMMEDIATELY DESTROYED IN NAKED WRESTLING (WITH AN AUDIENCE) (find extended ver here!)

Cheers surround you as you step into the arena. You know who your opponent is—-Fushiguro Toji. Even when you looked at his pictures earlier, you knew you were doomed. No matter what angle the photographer took the photos in, his muscles seemed to be bulging, effectively spelling out the sore defeat you were about to face today.

And there he is. Him in the flesh. He’s leaning against the boxing ring’s outer borders, head tilted back lazily while his manager, Shiu, was informing him quickly (and intensely) about the rules of today.

Nothing crazy. Only fuck when all clothes are off of her.

The way his neck is tilted back, compression shirt showing off his upper physique made you weak in the knees already. Additionally, judging based off of the bulge he seemed to be sporting in his grey sweatpants, you knew you were doubly fucked.

Shiu seems to be done talking, so he steps back and takes a seat. Toji leans his head back, rolling his neck to stretch it out, and in the middle of doing so, catches your eye.

You almost drench your panties.

His eyes darken, giving you a sultry look as he cheekily winks. While his cocky demeanor was warranted (he was much stronger and bigger than you), your cheeks heated up in both arousal and irritation.

The sound of a whistle is heard as music starts to play. The stadium’s screens flashes the cocky image of Toji, who saunters in the middle of the ring, flexing his muscles to his screaming fans.

When your signature theme plays, you do the same, to no shortage of fans yourself. You can feel everyone in the stadium, especially your male fans, rove over your figure. You’re wearing a very low cut top that displays the swell of your boobs and even tighter shorts that squeeze your ass and show off the shape of your pussy. As you walk towards Toji, you can feel his heavy gaze on you as you nervously shake his hand.

“Try to last long, okay?” Toji smirks, patting your shoulder. “I’ll try to drag this out as much as I can, but it’s gonna be fuckin hard if that ass is grinding against me.”

You glare at him, but there’s not much intensity there. “Yea, yea,” you huff. “For all I know, you’ll be my personal dildo today.”

And the fucker’s smile widens. “Let the games begin.”

Soon enough, the sound of the whistle draws you towards each other, keeping each other in a lock to tackle the other down in an objective to take off layers of their clothing. Your fans cheer when you have Toji underneath you for a split second, only for female ones to become more riotous as he easily overtakes you, pins your hands down, and wrenches your shorts off of you.

“Toji is currently in the lead!” The announcer’s voice in the stadium echoes of your defeat as you flail around, now bottoms only covered by your panties. Deciding to pull out your signature move, you maneuver so your thighs surround Toji’s waist and hump your hips against his bulge. This momentarily distracts and weakens Toji, and you take full advantage of it by overtaking him and now straddling him. You quickly take off his shirt, salivating at the muscles you see. The whole stadium, in fact, can his abs and pecs glistening with sweat.

Your attention is back to Toji as he chuckles darkly. “You’re going to regret that. I was going to drag this out, princess, but I gotta fuck the brat out of you.” With that, he puts his whole body weight on you and strips you down one by one.

The arena cheers as your lace bra is uncovered, your sweat shining on the screen as your breasts are displayed. Toji then unhooks your bra, and the roars get even louder as your tits pop out. He takes a moment to grope them, your whines ignored as he pinches your nipples. “What a sensitive girl,” he coos. “Too bad she was too weak. Now she’s going through to have to take my cock.

With that, he finally unveils your glistening pussy for all eyes to see and the crowd goes wild, chanting for Toji to finish inside you. Toji flips you over so you’re on your hands and knees and pulls down his pants.

You don’t look back at the monster that’s about to enter you for the sake of your mental health, but your legs are shaking in anticipation of his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck.” And Toji’s slowly entering you, the humiliating plap! plap! plap! of his hips against the flesh of your ass echoing multiple strangers watch your pussy get wrecked. “The fuck this pussy’s so tight for? Thought you were a slut?”

You’re tearing up, but not fucked out enough to prevent you from snarkily replying, “You’re not turning me on, small dick.”

He did not like that very much.

Toji drills his hips into yours faster and slaps your ass multiple times consecutively. “Yea, so why is she clenching so fucking much? Why is she dripping? Just for that, I’m going to come inside of your slutty pussy.”

The crowd chants cum, cum, cum! and Toji just does that. Ropes of his cum fill you, and you drop down in exhaustion to hear Toji declared as winner.

GOJO SATORU ⸺ GIRL GETS FUCKED BY PEEPING TOM NEXT DOOR!

You sigh, extending your back and un clipping your bra, letting your tits bounce free after a long, long week of college. It was finally Friday night, and with no one in the house due to a party the rest of your family was attending, you could finally enjoy your time home on the holidays, starting with a solo session.

You clench your thighs in anticipation as you scrolled your phone, seeking an audio you could masturbate to. And you were close to finding one, until you felt eyes on you.

These eyes were nothing new. The boy next door, Gojo Satoru, has also been your crush since middle school. Even though neither of you have ever made a move, you’ve made bold moves since starting college, stripping with the blinds open to give him a show. You had kind of had a sixth sense as to when the fucker would start watching you, and it flared as you slowly dragged your hands down. Bending over and shaking your ass, you slipped your skimpy shorts down your legs, giving him a clear view of your wet pussy.

But masturbating wasn’t enough for today. None of the college frat bros could make you cum, no matter how much they boasted about their fuckin roster, and you were tired of Satoru just watching. Just seeing him work out shirtless in his lawn, sun shining his sweat to give him a golden halo, was enough to make you sick, hungry for his dick. The way he was so shy and the mannerisms he had (as a loser) let you know he had a big fucking dick.

Needless, to say, you were tired of just fantasizing and speculating about his dick. Turning around, the moonlight allowed you to see the silhouette of his wrist moving up and down his length, even if he had tried to make his best effort to darken his rooms. Putting on your best show of an angry face, you grab your phone aggressively and dial his number.

The line rings, and he picks up. “Hey,” and you can tell he’s a little breathless. “long time no see. What’s up?”

“Cut the fucking act out,” you spit. “I know you’ve been fucking watching me, perv.”

Satoru’s panic is comically obvious over the phone as he rushes his words. “Wait, wait—listen, I—I can explain.”

“On how you’re being a peeping tom?” You glare at his window. “Come over, Gojo. Then I’ll listen to your fucking explanation.”

One thing leads to another, and now you’re spread out on your childhood bed, Gojo whimpering and whining as he plows his dick into your pussy. “You feel so—so good. M’ sorry—sorry for doing that. Your pussy is too good for me to look at.”

You laugh meanly and grab his chin. “You feel sorry yet, you pervert?” And Satoru can only cry out as you yank his head. “Remember, this is the only fucking thing you’re good at. Being my glorified dildo. Got it? Now, you’re going to fill me up only after you make me cum at least two times.”

a/n yea this was depraved….lmk what yall think tho 😭

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NEW: part 2 here!

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notes from nicole piastri's interview on red flags pod

oscar started playing monopoly and chess when he was 4-5 but he was too good at chess (relative to nicole) that she boycotted it

nicole opened her twitter account because oscar wasn't replying to her at boarding school and she needed a place to chastise him ("can you not answer... i KNOW you're on your phone") (it worked because he started replying to her there)

instead of unflappable she calls him "conservative"

even during christmas and birthdays he was never super excited, one time they went with a group of 5 mums and 5 kids to a hi-5 concert (popular australian kids' musical group) and while all the kids were "going nuts" oscar just sat there "focused the whole time" and didn't smile or move lmfao. they were like 3 years old

didn't know what she was doing with oscar as a baby because he was her first child and her mothers' group was her only reference and they went "isn't the best part of the day when you wake up and go to their crib and they smile at you?" and she was like ??? because oscar would wake up and just SCREAM every single day needing to be out of there immediately and she thought that was just normal... then she had the girls and went "ahhhh... so that's what they're talking about"

when he was younger than 2 he needed them to read car magazines to him and was already obsessed with all things automotive and while they were driving would just name off and point out car brands by their badges

for a long period of time he behaved like he was a car and would "spin" his wheels and pretend to accelerate and run like a car lol

did a big burnout the first time he was on a bike (it had training wheels but he still learned very early)

as a mum she wishes he'd chosen golf or tennis since it's much safer than f1 and sometimes people tell her that she technically had a say in that when he was a kid and she said "but i didn't! it was just in him!!!"

won an academic award when he was 13 and she was president of the parents' community so she presented it to him, normally these events are super formal and you simply shake hands but she gave him a big kiss and instead of acting embarrassed or spluttering he looked at the crowd, nodded silently, and walked off

came back for the summer a few years ago and they were biking on the beach together when she had to brake hard to avoid a kid and went over, when she recovered and got back on he went "are you all right?" very deadpan but after they got home they checked his heart rate monitor and saw that he was totally steady the whole time except for when she crashed and his heart rate went through the roof, told him "ah so you do have a heart... we just don't see it"

"there's no sibling that can piss him off?" "well he's a boy with three girls so he just doesn't go there because he's never going to win"

met lily in person for the first time when he came home for the melbourne grand prix (was still alpine reserve), at midnight oscar was like "hey mum you know the dts film crew are coming tomorrow morning right?" and she was like WHAT... and he was like yeah it'll be chill they just want to film us having breakfast like a normal family or whatever and she was like Mate you haven't lived here for 5 years now do you know what breakfast looks like. it looks like your sisters storming downstairs and grabbing an inappropriate breakfast and storming out the door giving me the finger!!! and then the next morning lily comes down and nicole is like "oh is oscar up?" and lily is like no... i think he's still in bed... (many such cases) and then mae refused to be in it so she got dressed and ran off to school 2 hours early to escape them. and then the mclaren fiasco happened and the whole thing got cut out of dts anyway

when she said "oh my god you met matt damon!" he was just like (shrugs) "yeah... yeah..."

they communicate by facetiming and he's Always lying in bed. one time in bahrain he was leaning back on an ornate tapestry and she asked what hotel he was staying at and he was like oh i'm at the royal palace i'm like a guest of the crown prince. she freaked out and was like "oh my god!!! get your head off the tapestry!!!" and he just looked back like ? no it's fine it looks pretty old lol

called her to tell her that he signed his f1 contract and when he said mclaren she Realized and was like oh no i love daniel!! and he straight up deadpanned "yeah everyone loves daniel. that's going to be a problem..." and said verbatim "of all the f1 drivers ever daniel is the worst one to be replacing"

one time in f4 chris couldn't go to a race and billy monger had just had his crash so she flew to the uk for the weekend to support him and when she was driving him back to boarding school she was happy because she had 2 hours to spend with him and she wasn't sure when she'd see him again but instead he slept the whole way through and the moment they got back to school he went "ahhhh... home sweet home" and she wanted to slap him lmfao

first day of primary school when he was 5 years old he said he didn't need her to walk him to school and she was like "well i actually do mate" so he forced her to walk behind him the whole way and the moment they got there he turned to her and went "all right i'm here you can go now" 😭

the chinese & italian & yugoslavian is on chris's side of the family while nicole's is scottish & irish ("that's where the pasty skin comes from")

red flags pod sent her a shirt with oscar's face composed of His Tweet and she showed it to him and he immediately said he wanted it

he gave her a small warning before he posted the tweet but it was just like "mum so this is going to happen just don't worry about it. it's all under control. it'll be fine" and was very calm the whole time

"we just had to trust that his personality would come through at some point, because the way he came across was not at all what he's like. people will work out who the real you is so just continue to do what you do" 🥺

all of the kids were obsessed with Cars (2006)

likes his mum's golden syrup dumplings and grandmother's rumballs

AT THE SINGAPORE GP IN 2023 HATTIE DISAPPEARED FOR HOURS TO GO SEE A K-POP CONCERT 😭😭😭😭 i think it was p1h lmfao (nicole was asked for her favorite group and went "i have no idea. five boys") ((it's txt)) meanwhile oscar is only into house music and she thinks everything he plays is the same song

did pilates when he went home but never with her and thinks it's a lot harder than it looks

takes him minimum 24 hours to respond to anything she sends

she had an exact conversation with oscar where she asked who he wanted to be teammates with and he said "well if i go up against lando i don't even have to get close the first year because everyone knows how good he is" 😭

oscar you are so you 🧡