#and i kept hoping i was just taking a minute to adjust to the glasses but i don't think that's it

[urmum-lovesme]

Dad!Rafe coming home to an unexpected visitor...

Y/n sat on the couch, her baby gently cradled in her arms as she swayed back and forth, humming softly to soothe her. It was the end of a long day, and despite the overwhelming joy of motherhood, she was hoping that Rafe would come back home soon so she could have five minutes of ‘mommy time’. He had to leave today, much to his complaints, to go and check up on the Cameron Development office. She had encouraged him, why wouldn’t she? She knew how hard he had worked to get where he is, but it felt weird being alone with their daughter, the absence of his everyday presence for the past month was going to take a while to adapt to. Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door- a loud, insistent knock that echoed through the house. The voice that followed was unmistakable,

“C’mon, country club I ain’t got all day.”

Y/n’s lips curved into a small smile, recognising the familiar tone of Barry’s voice. She shifted the baby gently in her arms and rose to answer the door. When Y/n had first met Barry, she had been skeptical. After all, the guy was a drug dealer, and she knew well enough that people in that line of work weren’t exactly known for their warm personalities or moral compass. At first, she had kept her distance, unsure of how to navigate the relationship between Rafe's closest friend and herself. But over time, Y/n realised that Barry was a little different from what she had expected. He had never once treated her like an outsider, and while his exterior remained tough, he always showed her respect. Barry wasn’t as bad as people said. 

In fact, they actually got along quite well.

As she opened the door, Barry stood on the other side, leaning casually against the frame. His eyes immediately flicked to the baby in her arms, but his expression remained unreadable.

“Hey Barry,” Y/n greeted, her voice soft and calm, “Rafe’s not back yet.”

Barry blinked, clearly surprised for a moment, then let out a low laugh. “Shi, my bad, princess,” he said, adjusting the weight of the bag he had slung over his shoulder. 

“Wasn’t expectin' a welcome party.”

Y/n chuckled lightly and stepped aside to let him in. “You wanna come in? Rafe’ll be back in a bit- well I think...” Barry hesitated for a brief second, looking past her into the house before nodding. 

“Aight, why not.”

Barry’s heavy footsteps filtered through the halls of Tannyhill, as he plopped himself down onto the couch getting comfortable, bag once slung over his shoulder now shrugged to the floor. Y/n navigated over to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge door, the cool air brushed past her face as her eyes scanned the shelves. She reached for a chilled pitcher of lemonade, balancing it with one hand while adjusting the baby’s position with the other. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, she poured the liquid with practiced ease, the sound of it filling the quiet between Barry’s heavy sighs from the living room.

“Here” 

She said softly, making her way back to him. With the baby still cradled in her arm, she handed him the glass. Barry took it, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the lemonade. 

“No beer?” 

He teased, a playful grin tugging at his lips. Y/n’s eyes narrowed slightly as she side eyed him, her head tilting just enough to give Barry a look that was equal parts warning and amusement. 

“Don’t push your luck” 

She murmured, her voice light but firm. Barry chuckled, throwing his hands up in mock innocence. 

“Aight, aight, my bad mama” 

He said, leaning back into the couch, the grin still plastered on his face. She rolled her eyes, but a small smile betrayed her as it tugged at her lips. Y/n eased herself onto the large couch, careful not to jostle the baby, who had begun to settle against her chest. Barry glanced over, taking a sip of the lemonade. 

“You make this?” he asked, she gave him a glance, as she nodded, “mhmm.”

“S’good,”

He admitted, leaning forward to set the empty glass on the coffee table. As he looked to her his gaze softened slightly, he glanced at the baby in her arms, though he quickly masked it with his usual neutral expression. 

“Man, Country Club got lucky with you," he muttered, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "ain’t no clue how he did that.”

Y/n chuckled softly, her hand gently patting the baby’s back as her little hand fisted her mother’s top. “He’s lucky, all right,” she agreed, looking down at her little girl, “but I think it’s the other way around most days.”

Barry raised an eyebrow at her, his expression changing a little as he took in the sight of her with the baby, a quiet respect in his eyes that he didn't often show. He cleared his throat, leaning back slightly in his seat as he tried to keep his usual tough-guy persona intact. His voice was quieter than usual, and Y/n caught the subtle shift, the care hidden beneath his typically gruff tone,

“How she doin'? Been a lotta noise in here tonight.” 

“She’s good. Just a little fussy,” Y/n replied, smiling softly at the baby, “She’s usually like this around bedtime, but I also think she just misses her daddy…”

Barry grunted, nodding as he looked down at the baby in her arms again, the similarity between the little girl and Rafe was uncanny. The baby had inherited Rafe's striking blue eyes and even her furrowed brow mirrored Rafe's intense expressions, a trait that often unsettled those around him. It was as if a smaller, innocent version of Rafe was cradled in Y/n's arms. Suddenly, a wave of urgency hit Y/n. She gnawed at her lip as she bounced the baby in her arms slightly before she sat up on the couch moving towards Barry, speaking out,

 “Hey, uh, do you mind holding her for a second? I really need to use the bathroom-”

Barry blinked, eyebrows furrowing in hesitation as she now stood in front of him, still gently rocking the baby in her arms.

“Listen, princess, I ain’t ever held no baby 'fore” 

He said, his voice slightly tight, clearly uncomfortable at the thought. Y/n laughed softly before shaking her head, “It’s just for a minute. I’ll be right back. Please?” She shifted the baby in her arms, her gaze imploring. After a beat, Barry sighed heavily, hand rubbing over his face, though there was no real anger in his tone. 

“Shi, alright, I’ll hold her.”

With some reluctance from him, Y/n carefully passed the baby to Barry, watching closely as he took her into his arms. He held her awkwardly at first, unsure of how to manage such a fragile little thing, but Y/n gave him a reassuring smile before quickly heading toward the bathroom.

As she disappeared into the other room, Barry shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a more natural hold on the baby. His hands moved cautiously, but as he adjusted, the baby made a little noise- a content huff- and he relaxed a little. He glanced down at the little face staring up at him, and for a second, his usual bravado slipped. As he adjusted, the baby let out a soft coo and her tiny hand reached up, instinctively grasping one of his fingers.

Barry froze for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as the little hand curled around his finger. His face softened, a rare, almost tender expression crossing his features. He gently adjusted his hold, ensuring the baby was comfortable, and for a moment, he just stared at her with something close to awe in his gaze.

“Shi-,” he muttered under his breath. “You kinda cute, huh?”

Rafe walked into the living room, a bag of takeout in his hand, ready to settle in for a quiet evening. But as soon as he stepped through the doorway, he froze, his eyes widening in surprise.

There, on the sofa, sat Barry- his usually hard-edged friend, the man who’d never been the type to do anything too tender or gentle. And yet, there he was, with Rafe’s baby girl cradled in his arms like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Barry was leaning back against the cushions, completely at ease now, the baby cooing softly in his hands. His gaze was softer than Rafe had ever seen, his usually sharp and intimidating presence replaced with a strange calmness as he looked down at the little girl. Rafe’s initial shock quickly faded into a mix of amusement and disbelief. He raised an eyebrow, stepping further into the room with a quiet chuckle. Just as he was about to say something, Y/n appeared at the doorway walking to Rafe, looking over at the scene with a smile that immediately softened her features.

“Aww, Rafe, look at that,” 

She said, her voice full of affection as she watched Barry with their baby. Rafe paused, his eyes flicking from his daughter to Barry, then back again. A grin spread across his face as he wrapped his arm around Y/n’s side. 

“I think we got ourselves a new babysitter,” he teased. Barry’s eyes narrowed, and with his usual bluntness, he shot back, 

“Shut yo bitch ass up”

“Hey! Watch your mouth in front of my daughter”

He said, his tone playful but with an edge of protection. Barry raised an eyebrow, but the tension broke when he let out a small laugh, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, yeah- we best friends now, ain't we cuz?”

He muttered, turning his attention to the baby cradled in his arms. The baby blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes, her tiny mouth opening in a silent "O" before a soft, contented coo bubbled out. Her little fists wiggled, and she kicked her legs faintly, her whole body giving that jerky, uncoordinated movement typical of a baby her age. Barry’s grin widened as he pointed to her. 

“See that?

Rafe shook his head, a faint laugh rising from his chest, “Man, she doesn’t even know who you are yet.”

“Nah, nah-” he replied confidently, leaning back on the couch. “She knows her uncle Barry, don't ya sweetheart.”

The baby let out another soft sound, something between a sigh and a happy gurgle, her tiny face scrunching in what could almost pass as a smile. Y/n laughed softly at the exchange, moving closer to the couch, with Rafe close behind her, his arms around her waist as they two looked down at their daughter. Y/n looked at Barry, her expression warm. 

“You’re good with her, Barry,” she said, a note of gratitude in her voice.

Barry gave a small shrug, his usual tough-guy persona slipping back into place, but there was a subtle softness in his eyes as he looked down at the baby. 

“She’s cool,” he said, his voice gruff but genuine, “ain’t as bad as people think.”

Rafe rested his head against Y/n’s as he watched his friend, amused. He teased, eyeing Barry with a grin. 

“Just don’t get too attached.”

[littlelovelunette]

G!p Sevika cream pieing you, or cumming on your face, tits, back, stomach, mouth. Just alot of cum play hihi

Creamy

Contains Sevika G!P, drug use during sex (?), smut, blowjob, no protection, hair pulling, praising, doggy style, cream pie, cum play, aftercare

Sorry, I got carried away... This is so long...

"Baby, I have an interesting something for you," you said. You and Sevika were both at Last Drop, and you had a little idea for an innocent prank that wasn't all too innocent. You had been down to the market and found chocolates that enhance libido.

You were aware Sevika had a naturally high libido as it was. But what was the fun in just letting it be as it was? You've experimented a lot in the bedroom with her and couples weeks back when she fucked you hard and rough under the influence of Shimmer, even if you did pass out it was amazing.

Today, you had different plans. TABS chocolate. Sevika obviously had no idea was that chocolate even was because let's be real, she doesn't care about chocolates.

"Are you gonna keep staring?" Sevika asked as she looked at you, cards in her mechanical hand as she took a sip of her drink.

"Here," you smiled and gave her a broken piece of the chocolate. Sevika raised a brow at the sight of the chocolate held out by you. "Chocolate? For me?"

You nodded with a smile, Sevika sighed and shook her head. "Whats the catch?"

"There is no catch, I just wanna give it to you because I've had too much already," you lied smoothly.

"Doll, what did I say about you having too many sweets?" Sevika said with a warning tone but despite that put the glass of alcohol down to take the chocolate.

"I'm sorry, I was just having a little craving," you said with a little grin.

You watched with sparkling eyes as she ate the chocolate. Now it was time to wait and watch the magic unravel.

The game continued, but you kept an eye on her. At first, nothing seemed different—Sevika played her cards, drank her whiskey, and exuded that effortless dominance.

But then, after a few minutes, you noticed a shift. The way she adjusted her seat, her tongue running over her teeth in thought. The brief pause before she took a sip of her drink, her fingers flexing against the rim of her glass.

Then, the glance. Subtle at first. A flicker of those sharp, dark eyes toward you. Another sip, slower this time. The way her throat moved as she swallowed.

You hid your grin behind your drink.

Sevika placed her cards down, winning the round with a smirk, then turned toward you, leaning in slightly. Her voice dipped lower, silkier. “That wasn’t just chocolate, was it, bunny?”

A slow smirk tugged at her lips. She finished her drink in one smooth motion and stood, rolling her shoulders. “Cash me out,” she told the dealer before turning to you. “You coming, or are you just going to sit there grinning like an idiot?”

"Mhm, coming," you got up, putting an arm in hers, pressing your tits against her through the thin fabric of your dress.

Sevika felt that, but didn't react. She didn't give you the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. Instead, she grabbed the cash and walked with you. Her steps were sharp and long making you have to run beside her to keep up with her pace.

"Don't go so fast!" You complained breathlessly making Sevika chuckle under her breath. "I hope you won't say the same in bed." You huffed a sigh at Sevika's words.

"Strip." Sevika said as you both reached her apartment bedroom. You blushed but complied, taking the straps down of your dress followed closely by your underwear.

You wondered what Sevika would be like under the influence of TABS chocolate although you were sure she was animalistic as it was even without the chocolate. Maybe this would get rougher that you'd anticipate. But to be frank, who'd turn down rough sex if it's with Sevika?

Sevika pushed you to your hands and knees by your hair making you wince, tears already appearing in your eyes from the sudden tug of your hair. You could smell the intoxicating smell for Sevika's cock.

It made your mind go all hazy and mushy, you slowly grabbed onto the shaft at the base. It was already leaking precum and throbbing in your hand. You could tell it was probably so sensitive by now.

"Fuck." Sevika cursed as she made a makeshift ponytail using your hair, holding it using her mechanical hand. "Ready to suck daddy off?" She asked with a smirk and you nodded, staring up at her with puppy eyes.

Sevika didn't miss a beat shoving her huge length down your throat with a new sort of force that made you gag when it hit the back of your throat. Sevika didn't relent, as if you gagging only made her hornier she started pumping her cock in your mouth successfully throat fucking you. You had to grab onto her thighs to steady your balance as you inches closer to her cock.

You couldn't breathe and you didn't want to. Right now all you needed was Sevika's huge veiny dick and you had that settled deep in your throat. You gasped a little as she shot her semen right in your mouth with no warning.

Sevika reached her flesh hand down to your mouth, smearing the cum on your face. "Yeah? Like that? Looking so pretty."

"Mmmph..." You could only let out a small muffled whine with your mouth still so full of cock. Sevika pulled it out slowly letting her shaft slap against your cheek getting your face even more soaked in her semen.

"Swallow." Sevika ordered and you did, swallowing down the thick liquid, "Now open." She held your bottom lip by her thumb of her flesh hand, opening your mouth up to check whether you've swallowed all of her cum. "Good girl."

Sevika picked you up with ease and laid you down on your back flat. She looked down at your clean shaven pussy, "Looks like someone prepared good." She taunted and you blushed looking away. Sevika didn't mind if you kept your pubic hair trimmed, shaven or waxed. It didn't matter to her.

Sevika pulled your legs open and thrusted her huge length inside breaking you out of your thoughts. "Oh my gosh!" You screamed and let out a loud moan.

Sevika laughed at the sight of you so surprised at the sheer length of her hard dick and started thrusting deep making the tip kiss your cervix with each powerful thrust.

It wasn't long until you were crying and babbling for her to stop but Sevika was nowhere done with you. Her cock continued to thrust in your raw, sore pussy as her thumb rubbed and pinched your clit making you buckle your hips at whatever contact your poor swollen clitoris got. Sevika's thrusts started getting sloppy. "I'm gonna fill this tight cunt up. Knock you up." She said through her heavy breaths and pants before she shot her loud in your tight cunt making you close your eyes in bliss.

"Daddy's cum..." You babbled mindlessly and Sevika grabbed a hold of your perky nipples, pulling them with a laugh. "D-daddy n-no not so rough please..."

"You like daddy's cum, don't you?" Sevika pulled her cock out and made you get on your hands and knees on the bed so she could pound you from behind. Sevika shoved her cock inside making your breath hitch, the new position making you feel tighter and her cock bigger.

"Fucking tight pussy." Sevika cursed out under her breath before she bit her bottom lip and started thrusting hard into your pussy making you clench onto her desperately trying to keep her warm, huge length tucked deep inside.

Hours passed and you both have been fucking like rabbits. You can't get enough of Sevika's semen. Your body was drenched in it by now and so were the sheets. You didn't care whether you got to cum or not but you needed Sevika's semen all over yourself for some reason. You just needed it. Needed it so badly.

"Daddy, can't, anymore," you managed to let out broken words as Sevika let go of your body, cumming the last time on your stomach and tits, a little on your face too. "Yeah? You're all spent?" You nodded weakly at her question. "C'mon then."

Sevika helped you up with ease and took her mechanical arm off, letting it rest on the bedside table so she could join you in a hot shower. It wasn't a problem, usually, her having her mech arm on during the shower but Sevika preferred to shower without it.

She helped you inside the shower room, settling you on the bathroom counter as she took out the shampoo and shower jel out of the cabinet. She took the tanktop she had on through the whole time with one hand, with practised ease.

You got off the counter, a little imprint of your ass left on the counter... Due to the semen.

Sevika saw it, smirking a little, she grabbed your ass tightly with her flesh hand and kissed you against the shower wall. You kissed her back, slowly turning the shower tap on using one hand, letting the water cascade down on the both of you while you both continued kissing.

"I guess we can tick off kissing under the rain." Sevika joked making you laugh a little. It was rare when she joked about something which actually seemed funny to you. Other than stupid, silly dad jokes. But you liked it in here now.

In Sevika's... Well, arm, right now.

[hwallazia]

hi idk if you taking requests but if you are, heres my idea.

nerdy hongjoong chosen to do 7 minutes in heaven with you. imagine making out with him and you get whiny and moaning BUT he’s just the same as you! he’s whining and hands all over you. with his lil glasses and his hair gets messy from you tugging on his hair 😩

i love your writing and i think you’ll do great with this! looking forward to it if you decide to write this byeeeeeeee

7 MINUTES IN HELL HEAVEN – 김홍중

⋆ synopsis. being dared to do 7 minutes in heaven with the nerd wasn’t as bad as you thought.

pairing. nerdy! hongjoong & fem! reader.

wc. 1,8k

warnings. veeeery suggestive (mdni!), dry humping, making out, desperation at its peak, so much whining, implied virgin! hongjoong, reader calls joong “nerdy”, teasing, reader’s on top of hongjoong but they don’t fuck, getting caught (not fucking but in a compromising position hehe), possessive reader tehee, mention of other ateez’s members, 

nic’s notes ⋆ writing this was a ride 😮‍💨 happy belated vday, lovelies <3 also, hope u like it, dear anonnie !!

how the fuck did you end up here?

a nerd whose name was irrelevant to you, sitting next to you in a king-sized bed, chosen to do 7 minutes in heaven with you. 

you could feel the way his eyes peered holes into the back of your head as you covered your face with your palms, still unable to face reality. he fidgeted his fingers against the fabric of his fancy pants, adjusting his black glasses every now and then; heart almost beating out of his poor chest. 

you sighed, fingers holding the bridge of your nose, before turning abruptly to stare at him. his body jolted slightly in reaction. “do you even know how to kiss?”

his eyes opened wide in shock, taken aback by your sudden question. “huh?” was all he could mutter.

you groaned as you rolled your eyes, a mix of boredom and annoyance bubbling deep inside your guts. “oh my god,” you whispered under your breath, closing your eyes in denial. “you know how this game works, right?”

a soft flush of red brightened his cheeks. “i do,” he breathed, “it just seems quite inappropriate to me.”

amusement laced your tone. “inappropriate? ha! you’re a virgin, aren’t ya?” your words sounded more like a sentence than a question. 

the blush on his face grew stronger, heating his face. nervously, he blabbered. “hah?! w—why would i share that kind of information with you?!”

you chuckled at him. “yeah, you are.”

he looked at you as if you had hurt his pride as a man. so, he talked back in a poor attempt to defend himself. “no, i’m not!”

you quickly dismissed his whines, waving your hand at him uninterestedly. “yeah yeah, whatever you say, nerdy.” 

the nickname caught him off guard, confusion written all over his face; head tilted to the side. “nerdy?” 

you ignored him and got up, clapping your hands together. you stood up in front of his figure, who seemed to refuse to move from his place. you could see how his fingers had stopped grasping the fabric of his pants, shifting instead to the softness of the bed’s blankets. “okay! listen, i don’t know about you, but i’m not planning on staying here doing nothing.” you continued. “so, i’ll be your teacher today.”

you leaned forward, closer to him. “teacher?” he muttered, unsure if he could still breathe if he kept holding eye contact with you. 

“that’s right.” you rested your hands on his thighs, using them as support. “so, what’s your name, nerdy?”

“hongjoong.” he stuttered, fluttered by your closeness. he did his best to avoid looking down at your chest, fighting the urge to glance at the curve of your breasts, his focus straining to stay on your face. 

“hongjoong…” you hummed softly, slightly tilting your head. his name rolled off your tongue dangerously, almost as if you were savoring it. “pretty.”

when he said his name, you couldn’t help but analyze his face, dark irises scanning his flustered self with a huge focus. you frowned your brows softly when you realized: “he’s actually not so ugly you know…”

you nodded approvingly as you leaned even closer, your breasts now touching his own chest; lips only a few inches apart. a rush of excitement and nervousness flowed through his limbs, reddening his ears. “i’m yn.”

hongjoong whispered right on your lips. “i know.”

you chuckled, velvety tone laced with tease. “you’ve kept an eye on me for a while, hm?”

he realized he had given himself away too late. he was about to start rambling again. “i—“

his mind was desperately trying to look for an excuse, a way out of the moment of embarrassment he had put himself in; anxiety rushing through his blood. but before he could even utter a word, you smashed your lips against his, a mix of roughness and desperation coursing through you both. you didn’t waste any time before pushing your tongue into his mouth, and he hummed softly, happily accepting it. 

you leaned forward, pushing hongjoong over his back until his back was laid flat against the mattress. you didn’t break in any moment the kiss as you straddled his lap, pressing your clothed sex against his crotch. 

your hair covered his reddened face and his scrunched eyes, he was immersed in that kiss, deeply intoxicated by your aura, scent and taste. your tongue laced with his just felt right, and it awakened something deep within him. something he never experienced before. something he couldn’t quite define. 

you both were caught up in the heat of the moment, in your own world, until a voice was heard from the other side of the door, making you pull away, a string of saliva hanging from your lips and keeping you connected.

“mingi, the timer, man!” you could recognize wooyoung’s voice.

a faint “oh fuck i forgot” barely reached your eardrum. the loud boo of the whole group almost made you laugh. mingi started whining about being human and how humans make mistakes.“poor mingi” you whispered to yourself.

“y’all, mingi forgot to start the timer!” yunho started talking loud enough for the both of you to hear. “so time’s starts running from…” he paused briefly. “now!”

you turned to face hongjoong, locking gazes with him. he looked so helplessly cute under you, such a blushing mess. “lucky us, then. we got plenty of time.”

you leaned closer, grabbing his face and pulling him to you, forcing him to sit up straight whilst joining your lips together again. your fingers stroked his cheeks affectionately, slightly tilting his glasses to the side. you dominated the kiss since he wasn’t quite sure what to do, what to touch, what to feel. his hands stayed by the sides of his body, holding the sheets beneath him in a white-knuckled grip. 

your eyes remained closed as you tried to fully immerse yourself in the kiss. but with no touch from him, the lack of contact was beginning to feel both dull and unbearable. taking matters into your own hands, you broke the kiss for a brief moment just to whisper. “touch me.” you grabbed his wrists and guided them to the sides of your body, slowly trailing them to your lower back, brushing your ass. “wherever and however you want.”

with that, you dived in for another kiss, now feeling hongjoong’s hands caressing the places that your guidance allowed him to go, still a bit shy to go further. you started to get impatient, desperate. you sunk your hips down him and started swaying back and forth, trying to create some friction. the slow, rhythmic roll of your hips effortlessly coaxed moans and whines from hongjoong’s swollen lips. 

your tongues met in a heated clash, pressing, twisting, and tangling in a slow, intoxicating dance. you tried to match hongjoong’s sloppy pace, but it left you breathless, panting for air. “haa.. hongjoong— wait.”

“can’t,” was all he said before pressing his hands against your back and neck and pulling you to him, locking lips again.

but this time was different. this time hongjoong had gained enough confidence and built enough courage to start roaming his hands all over your covered back and trailing them down to your ass, playing and groping your buttocks. this time hongjoong was the one to insert his tongue into your oral cavity first. his kissing was still sloppy and unrefined, but it somehow stirred something deep in you, deep down. 

a familiar fluid started to pool down your panties, euphoric arousal coursing through your limbs, prickling your skin. your hands instinctively glided to his hair and started tugging it, your fingers laced with some locks of his fluffy hair. your panting and desperate state made hongjoong feel things he just wasn’t okay with, things that drove him up a wall. his clothed sex started to wake up, poking his pants and rising its fabric, creating a tent. his now hardened bulge tapped against your wet entrance insistently. you moaned at the feeling whilst hongjoong was doing his best to keep his whines at a low volume. spoiler: he couldn’t.

he’s a panting mess beneath you, eyes almost rolling back to his skull at the sensation, the satisfaction. the lenses of his glasses are now fogged up, the mist clouding his vision as his breath hitched in the heated air.

he exhaled. “fuck you’re too much.”

“am i?” you smirked teasingly, drowned in his expression, his state. his face was flushed from all the situation, his lips were swollen from all the kissing, his hair was messy from your fingers tugging it. and a sudden sensation of possessiveness washed over you.

your mind just couldn’t help but repeat like a mantra the word “mine”.

you were about to dive into a heated kiss again, start the kiss that’d be marked by that thought, the kiss that’d make hongjoong yours.

but just when you were about to do so, to claim the guy, the door bursted open.

wooyoung and jongho chimed in. “time’s uppp!” wooyoung blubbered, completely wasted and drunk. he stared at you and analyzed everything: the position, the ambience, the smell that lingered in the air. “oh my god, you were about to fuck.” he stated the obvious.

jongho sighed, grabbing his friend by his shoulders. “he’s drunk if y’all can’t tell.” he cleared up. “but yeah, time’s up. so get out of here and join us.” he announced before disappearing through the door. 

when the door clicked shut, you and hongjoong sighed loudly in unison and proceeded to laugh at the unintentional match, genuine smiles drawn on your faces. 

“i guess this is it then?” hongjoong spoke.

“what do you mean this is it, idiot.” you deadpanned, pulling yourself off his lap. as you brushed your hair with your fingers, trying to better it up, you continued. “you and i got unfinished business, sir.”

you winked at him before leaning in and pecking his lips. “you ain’t getting rid of me that easily.” you shared one final, brief kiss and pulled away. 

you chuckled softly before making your way towards the door, naturally bringing out your usual self when you met everyone again. “ayooo!” you hollered, being greeted by your euphoric and drunk friends as you closed the door behind you, leaving a poor flustered hongjoong sitting on the edge of the bed with an unbearable hard-on and his smart brain turned into mush.

days later, hongjoong was in the middle of a study session in the university’s library, head almost inside the philosophy book he was reading. 

suddenly, his phone vibrated against the desk, the dull brrr catching him off guard. he picked it and lit up its screen. a message from an unknown number popped up as the latest notification. his fingers swiped the screen and unlocked it, now able to read the text.

come over to my place tonight. there’s still some unfinished business we need to handle, nerdy.

a lustful glint sparkled in his eyes, and a devilish smirk curved up his lips.

everything about tonight promised to be dangerous, and neither of you was going to back down.

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[rynwritesreid]

Sold my Soul | Spencer Reid

Summary: You’re out celebrating with your friends after a recent work accomplishment. Where you bump into Spencer Reid who is working on a case in your city. fem!reader. This is my first time writing smut outside of an overall story, so there is a plot. I hope you enjoy it:)

Content: Dom! Spencer . Sub! reader. Use of nicknames (good girl). Smut (with a plot). Overstimulation. Oral (M and F receiving) Fingering (F receiving) MDNI. 18+

words: 5.3k

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You like to have things under control, but I mean who doesn’t? You could be relaxed on the surface, all calm and collected, all your friends said you had a calming presence. But if one thing went wrong in your daily routine you would be stressed thinking your whole day had gone wrong.

 

But today was a big, you had an important meeting with your editor. You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself as you checked the time once again. You were running five minutes late, and now all you could think about is how unprofessional this would look and how unprepared you felt. You had spent countless hours working on your latest novel, and the idea of someone finding a fault in your writing was making you beyond anxious.

You rushed out of your apartment, taking the stairs two at a time. You reached the street just in time to see your uber pulling up to the curb. The driver gave you a nod and a smile as you climbed into the back seat. You smiled back politely but couldn’t find it in you to make small talk. Your mind was solely focused on your meeting ahead. You had been working on your latest novel for months, pouring your heart and soul into every word.

 

But as the meeting drew closer, you began to second-guess yourself. What if your editor hates your work? What if they find plot holes or inconsistencies that you have missed? The thoughts swirled around in your head like a tornado, and you couldn’t shake them off.

 

As the car pulled up to the publishing house, you took a deep breath and stepped out onto the street. You smoothed out your clothes and adjusted your bag, trying to regain some semblance of control. But as soon as you walked through the glass door, your anxiety escalated.

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The meeting was difficult, but you felt it was successful. Your editor had a handful of constructive criticisms, but all in all, they loved your work. You let out a sigh of relief as you left the publishing house, feeling like a weight had been lifted of your shoulders.

 

You had decided to call your closest friends to go out and celebrate afterwards. They were always down to go drinking, for celebrations or to commiserate. As you walked towards the nearest bar in the city, your mind was still racing from the meeting. You couldn’t believe that your editor had loved your work, and you couldn’t wait to celebrate with your friends. You pushed open the door to the bar, the sound of laughter and music hitting you as you stepped inside.

 

Your friends were already there, waving to you from the corner of the room. You made your way over, taking a seat beside them. You could feel the nervous energy draining from your body as your ordered a round of drinks for the table.

 

As the night went on, the drinks kept coming. You let yourself relax completely, enjoying the company of your friends and the new sense of freedom that came with having your novel approved. The bar kept getting louder and more crowded as the night went on.

 

Your friends went to get some drinks, as you just wanted to sit and enjoy the atmosphere for a moment. As you were people watching, you saw a group of about five/six people all sitting together. Each one of them was more attractive than the next. But one specifically caught your eye. He was fairly tall, around 6-foot, mediumish brown curly hair, hazel brown eyes and a face sent straight from the Greek gods. You looked at him and you just couldn’t look away. As he caught you looking, he flashed you a smile that made your heart race. You quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed that you had been caught staring. But you couldn’t help but glance back, and you found that he was still looking at you, a playful smirk on his lips.

 

Suddenly, your friends were back at the table, loudly chatting and laughing as they set down their drinks. You tried to focus on their conversation, but you found yourself stealing glances at the handsome stranger across the room.

 

You turned back to your friends and as asked, “do you guys see that group of people? Do you think they are all like models or something?”

 

Both of your friends turned to look at the group of strangers, looking, more like judging, each one.

 

Lucy was the first to say something, “I think they are. Or whatever job they are in, requires them to look as beautiful as possible.”

 

Alice than spoke, “it almost feels like I’m dreaming. The two older guys are making me question myself.”

 

You chuckled at Alice’s comment. “What about the guy with the brown curly hair? He’s like the most attractive man I have ever seen.” You already knew their answers already, they would tell you how they agreed with you, but he wasn’t their type.

 

“He’s really hot, but the guy sitting next to him is my cup of tea.” Lucy said with a giggle.

 

Alice elbowed her and went “I thought you’d more go for the woman with the black hair. I’ve seen you flirt with women like her all the time.”

 

Lucy looked mildly offended, but in a jokey way.

 

You all laughed together, while still staring at the random group of strangers. You must have looked like a group of weirdos. You all returned to your drinks, and conversation about each of your days. But your attention kept drifting towards the beautiful stranger across the room, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was interested in you too.

 

After some time, you excused yourself from the table, making your way to the bar. You ordered a drink and leaned against the counter, trying to act cool and collected. But as you turned around, you found the handsome stranger was standing right beside you.

 

“Do you make it a habit of staring at strangers and then, obviously, talking about those strangers?” He jokingly asked.

 

“Not really. Only when they all look like models but stand around like they work for the FBI or something.” You replied with a smile, and the feeling of your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. You couldn’t help but think that he was more even more attractive up close.

 

“Well, you guessed one of them right. We aren’t all models, but we do work for the FBI. So, were you and your friends all comparing us, seeing which one is more attractive?” He asked in a teasing tone, with a small smirk plastered across his lips.

 

“Woah, you work for the FBI? That’s so cool, I’ve written books about you guys. And yeah, maybe we were seeing which one of you is more attractive. But we all have different tastes, so we weren’t necessarily comparing, more saying which one we find attractive.” You replied, feeling a smile tug at the corners of your lips. You couldn’t resist the charm of the handsome stranger.

 

“Well, I hope you found someone to your liking,” he said turning to look at you fully. “Because I think I might have found someone of mine.”

 

“You have? Who is it? Is it one of my friends, because if it is, I have disappointing news. Also, I’m Y/N. I don’t normally introduce myself to strangers, but I am kinda drunk right now.”

 

“It’s not one of your friends,” he said, with a chuckle. “And it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Spencer. You’re smart for not giving out your last name, would be easy to track you down.”

 

“Is that a threat, Spencer? But don’t worry, I only give my last name out on like the second date with someone.” You say with some confidence.

 

“Not a threat, just a warning. You never know who you’ll meet in a bar,” he said, his eyes sparkling with humour. “So, Y/N, what brings you out tonight? Celebrating something?”

 

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you wanted to share the news of your novel being approved with a stranger. But something in the way Spencer was looking at you made you feel like you could trust him.

 

“Actually, I just got my novel approved by my editor. It’s been a long time coming, and I needed to celebrate with my friends,” you said, feeling a little proud of yourself. “What about you, Spencer? What brings you out tonight?”

 

“Oh, just blowing off some steam with my colleagues. We’ve been working on a tough case for a while. I think we are all missing home.” His voice seemed to have some hurt behind it.

 

“Oh no. I’m so sorry. But you’ve come to probably one of the worst bars in the city to do that.” You were trying to lighten the mood again.

 

“Maybe you’re right. But this bar led me to you.” He said with a little chuckle.

 

Spencer’s words sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, despite knowing almost nothing about him. His hazel eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you, and you found yourself smiling in response.

 

“Am I really that interesting, Spencer?” You asked, unable to resist teasing him a little bit.

 

“Of course, you are, Y/N. You’re smart, beautiful, and you’ve just had a major accomplishment. What’s not to find interesting?” he replied, his voice low and smooth.

 

As the night wore on, you found yourself constantly drawn back to Spencer. Your conversations flowed easily, and you couldn’t help but feel like you’d known him for years.

 

As the bar closed, your friends began to leave, but Spencer was still standing beside you. You could tell he was hesitant to leave, but you couldn’t tell if that because of you or something else entirely.

 

“Hey, do you want to go for a walk? It’s a nice night out,” you suggested, hoping he would say yes.

 

Spencer’s eyes sparkled with interest as he replied, “Sure, I’d love to. But I just need to make a call first. I’ll meet you outside in ten minutes?”

 

You nodded, feeling your heart race with anticipation. As you walked outside, the cool night air hit you, and you shivered in response. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep warm as you waited for Spencer.

 

When he finally emerged from the bar, you felt your heart skip a beat. He looked even more striking in the moonlight, and you couldn’t resist the urge to stare.

 

Spencer caught your gaze and smirked before walking up to you. “Ready to go?”

 

You nodded, still feeling a little nervous and excited at the same time. As you walked, you talked about everything and anything, from your favourite book to your childhood memories. You found yourself sharing things with Spencer that you had never told anyone before, and you couldn’t deny the connection you felt with him.

 

Spencer was different from anyone you had ever met. He was smart, funny, and kind, but also mysterious in a way that made you want to know more. You couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by him, but also drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

 

“Did I hear you correctly earlier, saying that you’ve written books about the FBI?”

 

“I have. But I’ve never gone to get them published. They are always murder mystery books. But that’s not really what I write.”

 

Spencer’s eyes lit up with interest. “Really? What do you mean that’s not what you write?”

 

“I write typical romance novels. People tend to like them; I mean I’m not famous but I’m not unknown.”

 

Spencer looked at you with a newfound interest. “Romance novels, huh? That’s interesting. What inspired you make the switch from murder mysteries to romance?”

 

You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. “I guess it was just a personal preference. I wanted to write about love, and the idea of giving characters happy endings was really appealing to me.”

 

Spencer nodded, seeming to understand. “I can see why that would be appealing. It’s nice to have control over what happens in your own little world, even if it’s just in your writing.”

 

You smiled, feeling grateful for Spencer’s understanding. “Exactly. Plus, I love the idea of creating characters that people can fall in love with. It’s kind of like bring people together in a way, even if it’s just fiction.”

 

Spencer nodded thoughtfully. “I understand that you can’t control love or your own love story in real life. It takes a lot of skill to create characters that people can connect with on that level.”

 

“It takes a lot of skill to work for the FBI.” You say with a giggle.

 

Spencer chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I suppose it does. But I’m just doing my job, like anyone else.”

 

You shook your head, feeling a sense of admiration for Spencer. “No, what you do is amazing. You and your colleague risk your lives every day to keep people safe. That’s something truly special.”

 

Spencer looked at you, his eyes softening. “Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot coming from you.”

 

As you continued to walk, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of closeness with Spencer that you had never felt with anyone before. It was as if he could see right through you, past all your insecurities and doubts, and still accept you for who you were.

 

As the night wore on, you found yourself slowing down, wanting to savour every moment with Spencer. You were afraid that once the night ended, you would never see him again.

 

“I’m guessing the case isn’t over yet, so you should probably get back to your hotel so you can get a rest.”

 

Spencer nodded, seeming to understand. “Yeah, we still have a lot of work to do tomorrow. But I don’t want this night to end just yet.”

 

You looked up at him, feeling a little shy. “Me neither.”

Spencer smiled, “Then let’s keep walking. I don’t want to say goodbye to you just yet, Y/N.”

 

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards his. As you continued to walk, you felt Spencer’s gaze on you, and you couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. “Is everything okay, Spencer?”

 

He nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. “Yeah, I’m just trying to figure something out.”

 

You looked at him, feeling a little confused. “What do you mean?”

 

“My friends, the people you saw at the bar, said I should try and not talk about work, and find someone who doesn’t work with us. I thought it was going to be difficult. But then I met you.” Spencer’s voice was low and intense, and you could feel his hot breath on your cheek.

 

You blushed, feeling a little overwhelmed by his sudden confession. “What are you trying to figure out, Spencer?”

 

“What this means. I mean I know what it means, kind off. But how someone so perfect, could just be sitting in a bar that I just so happened to go into. I mean I know the chances, it’s just so strange.”

 

You looked at Spencer, feeling the same way he did. It was as if fate had brought the two of you together, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for it.

 

“I know what you mean,” you said softly. “It’s like we were meant to meet each other.”

 

Spencer nodded, looking at you with a mixture of awe and admiration. “I don’t want to let this chance slip away.”

 

You felt a surge of desire at his words, and without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him. Spencer responded immediately, his lips moving hungrily against yours.

 

You didn’t want to be cliché, you’re a writer, you’re good with words, but this kiss was magical. It was as though the world around you disappeared, leaving only you and Spencer in your own little bubble of passion and desire. You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you as he deepened the kiss.

 

As the kiss ended, you looked into Spencer’s eyes, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. You knew that this was just the beginning of something special, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would take you.

 

“I don’t want this night to end,” you said softly, feeling a little breathless.

 

Spencer smiled at you, his eyes shining with affection.  “Me neither, Y/N. Let’s not end it just yet then. Also, did you know you actually share less germs with someone if you kiss them, rather than shaking their hands?”

 

You chuckled, feeling a sense of ease with Spencer. “I guess that makes sense. But I don’t think we need an excuse to kiss each other, do we?”

 

Spencer leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “No, Y/N. We don’t need an excuse.”

 

“You know for been a member of the FBI and been in a place where you are having a practically rough case, you are pretty trusting.”

 

“Ahh. You see I work with the BAU, which is the behaviour analysis unit, so I read body language and such. I basically profile people, and you don’t seem like you’d murder or kidnap me. So, yes, I am pretty trusting when I can read someone so well.”

 

You smiled at Spencer, feeling a sense of jealousy and admiration for his skills. “That’s really cool. I wish I had your ability to read people like that.”

 

Spencer shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “It’s just something that comes with the job, I guess. But it can be a double-edged sword sometimes. You start to see the worst in people, and it can be hard to trust anyone.”

 

You looked at him, feeling a sense of sadness at his words. “I’m sorry, Spencer. I can’t imagine how hard that must be.”

 

Spencer smiled at you, his eyes softening. “It’s okay, Y/N. I have good people around me, like you, who remind me that there’s still good in the world.”

 

“You think I’m a good person? You’ve only known me for around 2 hours, and you think I’m a good person. Well, I’m glad I’ve made a good impression on you.”

 

Spencer chuckled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “Y/N, it doesn’t take long to recognise a good person. And you, my dear, are definitely a good person. I can tell by the way you carry yourself, the way you treat others, and the way you make me feel.”

 

You blushed, feeling a sense of warmth spread throughout your body. “Thank you, Spencer. That means a lot to me.”

 

Spencer leaned in, his lips hovering over yours. “And I want to you feel even better.”

 

He kissed you deeply, his hands caressing your body as he pushed you up against the wall. Spencer’s lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of heat and arousal in their wake. You gasped, feeling a sense of pleasure as he nipped and sucked at your skin.

 

“I’m sure someone who works with the FBI cannot get public indecency on their record. Do you want to continue this somewhere else, like your hotel room or my apartment?”

 

Spencer looked up at you, his eyes shining with desire. “My hotel room.”

 

You nodded, realising that the hotel was only two blocks down. You could feel the lust burning between the two of you, and you couldn’t wait to feel his hands on your body.

 

You made it to the hotel in no time at all, your hands already exploring each other’s bodies. Spencer’s lips trailed a burning trail of fire down your neck, and you could yourself shudder in his arms.

 

You pulled open the door to Spencer’s hotel room, turning the lights on as you walked through the doorway. Spencer followed suit; he pulled you closer to him, your hands never leaving your body.

 

Spencer pulled off your clothes slowly, exploring your body with his eyes. You felt a wave of desire wash over you as he looked at your body, and you wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on you.

 

Spencer’s lips were basically attached to your neck, and you could feel desire coursing through your body. You could feel his heartbeat thumping against yours, echoing the same rhythm that was currently coursing through your body.

 

“Do you know people who want to control every aspect of their life, often seek ways to lose control, for other people to control them? A lot of CEOs and bosses will go to professional dominatrixes to help them.”

 

“What are you saying, Spencer? Are you saying you like to be dominated?” You said in a teasing tone.

 

He kind of laughed at your comment.

 

“That’s not what I’m saying at all here. I think you would like to lose control.”

 

“Is that right?”

 

Spencer nodded, looking at you with a devilish smirk. “I think you would like to lose control. To know that you are completely at my mercy.”

 

You gave a short laugh, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, right. Spencer, I don’t think you know me at all.”

 

“I’m good at reading people. You’re a writer, and I bet that you like to control every aspect of your life. You write the plots, you decide the endings, and you feel that you have complete control over your life.”

 

You laughed, “You’re right, that’s me.”

 

“There’s nothing wrong with that, Y/N. And I’m not saying you are wrong for being that way. It’s just that I wonder what you would do if you were completely at the mercy of someone else. Seeing how you like to control everything, I bet you would love for someone to take that control.”

 

You smirked, biting your lip as you stared at him. “Hmmm, I think you might be on to something there.”

 

Spencer shook his head, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. “I wonder what you would do if I took control of you.”

 

“Try me.”

 

“I would love to try you, Y/N.”

 

Spencer’s lips claimed yours, and he pushed you down on the bed, his hands roaming over your body greedily. You moaned into his mouth, your body responding to his touch.

 

You could feel him hardening against you, and you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of you. He pulled of panties, his mouth trailing a line down your body.”

 

“I want you to know that I’m going to be in control of you, Y/N. And you’re going to like it.”

 

He paused, “Do you want me to control you?”

 

You looked at him, your eyes glinting with desire. “Yes.”

 

Spencer’s eyes were dark with lust, and you could feel yourself getting wetter just from his gaze.

 

“I want you to know I’m going to do whatever I want to you.” He bit you hard on the neck, and you could feel your body tense with desire.

 

“And you’re going to let me.”

 

You nodded, wanting nothing more than his hands on you. He kissed you hard, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You could feel him crawling up your body, his erection rubbing against your wetness.

 

“You’re going to let me, because you’re going to love it.”

 

“I will.”

 

“You’re going to do everything I tell you to.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You’re going to beg me to fuck you.”

 

“I am?”

 

“Uh huh. And I am going to make you cum over and over, until you’re begging me to stop.”

 

“Please, Spencer.”

 

You gasped as his fingers found your wetness. He pushed two of them inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out. You could feel yourself tightening around him, your hips bucking in sync with his fingers.

 

His lips trailing a burning trail down your body. He could tell how badly you wanted to cum, he was reading you like a book.

 

“Beg me.” Spencer’s eyes were dark with lust.

 

“Please, Spencer. I want to cum”.

 

“I know you can do better than that. Be a good girl, and tell me how badly you want to cum.”

 

“I want to come so fucking badly, please. Please, Spencer, let me cum.”

 

His pace fastened, you moaned at Spencer’s actions and his words. He moved his thumb towards your clit, he pressed down hard. He could feel you tightening even more around him.

 

You were so close to cuming, the anticipation of your orgasm was almost painful. Your pussy was dripping wet, and you could feel the juices flowing down your legs.

 

“I want you to cum for me.”

 

Your mouth dropped open, a loud and crude moan leaving your lips. Spencer’s name followed; you were almost singing it. Spencer couldn’t get enough of this. You looked so beautiful like this; this was all for him and he couldn’t believe he was so lucky to get to see you like this.

 

“That’s it, let it all go.”

 

Your orgasm hit hard. His kept nursing you through it, showering you with praises. His eyes kept looking over every inch of your body. The orgasm shook through you, your body shaking with desire. You felt him slide his fingers out of you, and you could feel your body shaking with desire.

 

He leaned over you, his lips brushing a kiss against your neck. He stood up, he was still fully clothed, and you felt exposed. You lay there, watching him take all his clothes off. It gave you the opportunity to look at his body, which you had already known was amazing, but you could appreciate it even more as you watched him in the dim light. He kicked his pants off and walked towards you.

 

“Spencer” You panted.

 

“I love the way you say my name.” He smirked. “Can you stand up for me?”

 

You gently nodded your head, even though your legs felt a little bit like jelly, you wanted to stand for him. You pushed yourself up off the bed, you stood there, looking at him, your eyebrows shot up when you saw the look on his face. He looked at you like he was going to eat you alive, and that sent a shiver down your spine.

 

“That was only one of many, but I feel like I deserve a reward. Don’t you?”

 

You nodded your head once again.

 

“Okay, I’m glad. Now I want you to be a good girl and get on your knees for me, is that okay?”

 

You nodded your head, your breath quickening.

 

“Good girl, now I want you to take my cock out, but don’t touch it.”

 

You slowly sank to your knees in front of him, watching as his eyes roamed over your body.

 

He felt himself get harder, the look in your eyes made him feel like the king of the world.  

“Take it out.”

 

You heard him moan in appreciation. You slowly pulled down his boxers, watching as he carefully stepped out. You reached out your hand, wrapping your fingers around him.

 

“I didn’t say you could touch it just yet, did I?”

 

“No, sorry.”

 

“Don’t apologize, just tell me you won’t do it again.”

 

“I won’t do it again.”

 

“Good girl.” He smirked. “Now I want you to put my dick into your mouth.”

 

You heard him hiss as you took him into your mouth. He kept looking down at you and you could see the lust in his eyes.

 

You could feel yourself getting wetter, just hearing him moan was enough to drive you wild. He fucked your mouth, and the way he moved in and out, would make anyone cum.

 

“That’s it baby,” he moaned. “I want you to suck my cock until I cum in your mouth.”

Your heart was racing. You could feel his dick twitching in your mouth.

 

You ran your tongue over the head and feeling him shudder under your touch.

 

 “Oh yes, just like that.”

 

“You’re doing so good.” He panted. “I’m so fucking close.”

 

You tried to take him deeper into your mouth, but it was hard.

 

“I’m going to cum.” He moaned.

 

Your mouth filled with his sticky cum. He moaned out loudly, before he pulled himself out of your mouth. You looked up at him, and he smiled down at you.

 

“You look so beautiful like this. I’m so lucky that I will be able to relive this image over and over again.”

 

“I want you to lay on the bed. But do not touch yourself.”

 

You did as you were told. You can’t believe a man this hot was having sex with you, you could barely believe that he knew exactly what to do to you.

 

He climbed on the bed, his kissed you, his tongue fighting for dominance in your mouth. He started to kiss you all the way down your body, your body felt like it was on fire. His mouth finally landed on your clit, his fingers found their way back to your pussy.

 

“I love how wet you are.” He moaned. You could feel the vibrations from his mouth against your clit, making the pleasure even more intense.

 

You were moaning uncontrollably. Your hips were rocking against his face and fingers. You knew you were getting close.

 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” You moaned.

 

He kept working his mouth against your clit, and his fingers against your pussy. He knew exactly what you needed.

 

“Come for me baby.” He moaned.

 

Your back arched, you moaned out his name. He moaned against you, the vibrations adding more to your orgasm. He slowed down as your orgasm slowed down. He gently blew on your clit, causing you to squirm.

 

He pulled himself up, kissing you passionately on the lips, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands glided down your body. You were in total bliss, everything about this man was perfect.

As you thought you were actually in heaven, you heard a phone ringing and Spencer got off the bed. He grabbed his phone and walked into his bathroom. He was in there for a few minutes. He walked out with a sombre look on his face.

 

“I’m so sorry, there’s been a lead in the case, I have to go. You can stay here for the night if you want to, but if you don’t, please leave your number. This can’t be the last time I see you.”

 

You nodded; you felt a wave of sadness wash over your body.

 

“I’ll give you my number, I think I’ll head home. I don’t want this to be the last time I see you either.”

 

You read your number out to Spencer and started to get dressed. He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek and left. You felt hopeful you’d see Spencer again, but it still hurt that you wouldn’t be falling asleep in his arms today.

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Model Behaviour

Liam paced his tiny workshop, his fingers twitching nervously as he glanced at the nearly completed bodysuit hanging in front of him. The latex and silicone masterpiece shimmered under the harsh overhead light, an uncanny recreation of the fictional supermodel girlfriend he’d spent the past year bragging about.

Maddy sat on a stool, arms crossed, her expression a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

“This is insane, Liam, I can’t believe I’m even considering this.” She said.

Liam stopped pacing and turned to her, pleading. “Maddy, you’re my best friend. You know I didn’t mean for this to happen. It just… got out of hand.”

“You could’ve just told the truth at any point,” Maddy shot back. “Instead, you built that.” She gestured at the suit.

“I panicked, okay? And now, if I don’t show up with ‘Sophie,’ my career is over. They’ll never take me seriously again.” He said, his face distraught at the thought.

Maddy sighed, shaking her head. “Ok fine let’s do it.” Liam lit up with excitement.

“The suit’s fully functional. It even has built-in voice modulation. You’ll look, sound, and… act just like her.”

“Wait, act?” Maddy raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”

Liam hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “I may have added a… personality enhancer. You know, to make you more convincing. A touch of… um… supermodel flair.”

Maddy’s eyes narrowed. “Define ‘supermodel flair.’”

“There’s no time, just know it’s just a little conditioning to help you out is all.” He said hoping his house of cards won’t topple.

Maddy glared at him but stood up. “This better not mess with my head, Liam. If I end up on a therapist’s couch because of this, you’re paying the bill.”

“Noted,” Liam said, handing her the suit. “Now, let’s get you suited up.”

Minutes later, Maddy stood in front of the mirror, transformed. The suit hugged her frame perfectly, the flawless blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. Her lips were pouty, her posture effortlessly poised. She turned slowly, her reflection almost unrecognizable.

She placed a hand on her chest, running her fingers over her impressive boobs. “That’s… me?” Her voice, now sultry and smooth, startled her.

“Pretty convincing, huh?” Liam said nervously from behind her. “You look incredible.”

Maddy tilted her head, studying herself. A sly smile crept onto her lips. “Of course I am. Incredible doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Liam frowned. “Maddy? You okay?”

Maddy adjusted the shimmering blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her heart pounding as she stared at her transformed reflection. This was her chance, the closest she’d ever get to being Liam’s girlfriend, even if it was just pretend. It was the main reason she had agreed to do it in the first place.

And yet as she gazed at her new and improved body a voice in the back of her head was telling her that Liam didn’t deserve her now that she could have any man she wanted now. The voice made her hunger.

“Of course I do, darling.” She purred, her modulated voice smooth and sultry. She struck a playful pose, a mix of teasing and allure. It felt incredibly natural. “Now can we get going, I NEED to be seen.”

A few hours later Liam stood near the drinks table, awkwardly nursing a glass of sparkling water as his coworkers mingled around him. His eyes kept darting to Maddy, who was currently surrounded by a captivated crowd, her laugh ringing through the air like music.

She was wearing the dress that she demanded he buy her on the way to the party. A shorter than short red dress that she insisted was festive but also showed off her long legs and ample chest. She was the center of attention, and Liam could hardly believe how flawlessly Maddy had pulled this off, or rather, how flawlessly the suit had.

As he watched her endless charm his colleagues, his boss, David, sauntered over to Maddy with a confident grin. David was tall, broad-shouldered, and had a reputation for his charm. Liam’s stomach sank as he watched David lean in, clearly flirting.

“Liam, she’s stunning!” Claire from accounting exclaimed, sidling up beside him, blocking his view of Maddy. “You were underselling her. No wonder you were so smitten.”

“Uh, yeah, she’s, uh… one of a kind.” Liam muttered, forcing a smile.

“So, Sophie, Liam’s been keeping you a secret from us for too long. What do you do?” David asked, his voice smooth.

Maddy tilted her head, a playful smile curving her lips. She was drinking in David. A man like him would never have took a second look at a girl like her before. A girl like Maddy.

“Oh but you’re not Maddy anymore remember?” The voice said in her mind, now louder than before. “You’re Sophie a beauty queen, who knows a king when she sees them.”

The words weee accompanied by a dumping of endorphins that made her eyes flutter a little and a soft moan pass through her lips.

“Are you alright?” David asks with actual concern.

Maddy felt a flush of lust come over here as concern etched David’s face. “Mmm I’m sorry, it’s just I was taken by your good looks for a moment. It’s made me light headed.” She said biting her bottom lip at him. He looked a little taken aback by it himself but was still intrigued.

Placing his hand on her lower back he started to guide her way from the noise of the party. “Why don’t you sit down? I know the perfect place.” He said to her with a knowing smirk which she returned.

Meanwhile Liam was still trying to break away from his conversation with Claire. “I know why don’t I introduce you.” He finally said after ten minutes of her gushing about how amazing ‘Sophie’ looks.

However as he glanced back toward where Maddy had been he found her to be gone. His eyes scanned the room frantically until he spotted her. He left Claire to go deeper into the office, far from where the office party noise was. However as that sound died, a new one took its place. The sound of a woman moaning and panting.

Liam turned the corner and saw Maddy sitting on David’s lap, jumping up and down as she moaned like a wanton whore.

Liam froze, his stomach flipping. “No. No, no, no…”

He pushed through the cubicles, his mind racing. By the time he burst through the door, Maddy was running her fingers through her hair as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, climaxing and completely lost in the moment.

“Sophie!” Liam blurted.

She pulled back, her expression still utter bliss as her orgasm settled. However as the afterglow of it faded so too did her euphoria, as it shifted into something cool and indifferent. But also something else in her eyes that Liam couldn’t place. “Oh, Liam. There you are.”

David looked between them, smirking. “Sorry, buddy. Didn’t realize she was off-limits.”

“She’s… she’s my girlfriend!” Liam stammered, his voice trembling.

Maddy raised a perfectly arched brow. “Girlfriend? Liam, don’t be so possessive. It’s unbecoming.”

Liam blinked, stunned. “What?”

David chuckled as he did up his pants. He clapped Liam on the shoulder, as he said “Relax, Liam. She’s just being friendly.”

“Friendly?!” Liam’s voice rose. “You were fucking!”

Maddy sighed dramatically, turning back to David. “He’s always so sensitive. Isn’t it adorable?”

David laughed, clearly amused.

“Meet me back at the party hot stuff.” She said, kissing David on the lips in front of an irate Liam. David smacked her on the ass as he sauntered out back to the party.

Liam’s face burned with embarrassment and frustration. “Maddy, what the hell are you doing?”

“Maddy? Who the hell is Maddy? Have you had one too many cosmos?” She said sharply, her voice dripping with condescension.

“This isn’t you!” Liam hissed, lowering his voice. “It’s the suit messing with your head.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms. “What suit? What the hell are you talking about?”

Liam froze, the words catching in his throat. “The suit, you’re wearing a suit! I built it, remember? You’re not really… this. You’re Maddy!”

She laughed, a harsh, hollow sound that made his stomach churn. “You’ve lost it, Liam. Is this ‘Maddy’ one of your friends you have a crush on or something?”

“No, no, no!” He stammered, his voice cracking. “You’re Maddy! You’re my best friend! We put this plan together, remember? You’re wearing a suit that I—”

“Stop it!” She snapped, her eyes blazing. “Do you hear how insane you sound? A suit? Ugh… at least you losing the plot will make this a lot easier.”

Liam looked at her confused. “Make what easier?”

Maddy let a smirk curl up on her lips, clearly revelling in what she was about to do. “We’re done. Honestly I don’t know why we were even together in the first place.”

Liam shook his head, his pulse pounding in his ears. “Maddy, listen to me. You’re not thinking clearly. The suit, it’s altering your mind. You have to fight it.”

She took a step closer, towering over him in her heels, her presence somehow larger than life. “You’re pathetic.” She said, her voice low and cutting. “You can’t handle the fact that I’ve outgrown you. That I don’t need you. You’re the one who’s confused, Liam. Not me.”

His heart sank as she turned on her heel and strutted back toward the party, her laughter floating over the sound of the music.

Liam stood there, frozen, his mind racing. She didn’t remember the suit. She didn’t remember who she really was. She was Sophie, his perfect girlfriend who wanted nothing to do with him.

[ticifics]

hi dear,

these past few days, i got caught in the rain and now i’m sick.

if you’d like, could you write james comforting and taking care of the reader?

i hope you have a great day <3

By your side

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: "You really don’t know how to accept help, do you?" He gave a crooked smile, the one that made your heart race, and adjusted his glasses with his free hand. "I’ve already told you, I’m here to take care of you. And honestly, it’s the perfect excuse to spoil you."

Warnings: none - maybe a cute germ exchange

A/N: heeey honey , hope you get better soon - seriously, make sure you drink water and eat something nutritious, and most importantly, try to rest <333 sending you good energy to recover soon

The rain had caught you by surprise as you were coming back from one of the fields near the castle. You didn’t think much of it at the time, just hurried along the path, figuring there was no reason to worry. But the next morning, you woke up with a scratchy throat and a heaviness in your chest that left no doubt: you had caught a cold. James noticed immediately, and it didn’t take even five minutes before he took on the role of nurse, despite your insistence that "it wasn’t a big deal."

"'Not a big deal,' you say?" James’s voice was a mix of concern and teasing as he stood next to the armchair where you were curled up under a pile of blankets. "Your voice is so hoarse it sounds like Sirius after trying to sing last Christmas."

"Don’t exaggerate," you retorted, trying to sound firm, but the cough that followed didn’t help your argument. He crouched down to your level, his blue eyes behind his glasses studying every detail of your face as if he could measure your fever just by looking at you.

"This isn’t an exaggeration, love. It’s the diagnosis of a responsible boyfriend. And speaking of that, have you taken any potions, or do you want me to go get some?"

"I’m fine, James," you replied, your voice coming out weaker than you had intended. "You should stay away before you catch this too."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. "Stay away? That would be pretty hard, considering you’re the only thing on my mind since I woke up." The sentence, said with a tilted smile, made it sound like he was flirting, but the look of concern in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t joking.

James sat on the arm of the chair, running his hand through his messy hair before carefully taking your hand, as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. "Besides, if you think I’m going to leave you alone in this state, then you’re clearly delirious."

You rolled your eyes, but the small smile on the corner of your lips made him laugh softly. He held your hand firmly, his warm fingers caressing yours. "I’m going to get you something to eat. Don’t you dare get out of here."

When he returned, he was holding a steaming bowl of soup and wore an expression that bordered on pride. "I had to negotiate with the house-elves, but I got something that doesn’t taste like frog slime. I think that deserves some points with you, don’t you?" He pulled up a chair to sit beside you, blowing carefully on the spoon before bringing it to your lips.

"I can eat on my own, you know?" you murmured, but you let him continue anyway.

"Maybe you can, but where’s the fun in that? I’m already committed to the babysitting role now." He smiled, but there was something so tender in his eyes that the warmth of the fireplace seemed insignificant compared to the feeling that filled his chest.

After making sure you had eaten, James adjusted the blankets around you as if building a fortress. He leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against your forehead. "I love you, you know?"

James kept his promise. He didn’t leave your side, holding your hand as if he feared you might disappear if he let go. The warmth radiating from his fingers felt more effective than any blanket, and even with the discomfort of the fever, there was something deeply comforting about his presence.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but when you opened your eyes again, the light from the fireplace had dimmed a bit, casting soft shadows on the walls. James was still there, of course. He had pulled a chair closer and was leaning against the backrest, his head resting on one hand while the other remained intertwined with yours.

"You should be resting too," you murmured, your voice still hoarse, but stronger than before.

He straightened up immediately, his blue eyes shining in the flickering light. "You really don’t know how to accept help, do you?" He gave a crooked smile, the one that made your heart race, and adjusted his glasses with his free hand. "I’ve already told you, I’m here to take care of you. And honestly, it’s the perfect excuse to spoil you."

You chuckled softly, although the laugh turned into a light cough. He quickly leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with concern as he placed his hand on your forehead again.

"Still warm," he murmured, more to himself than to you. "I think I’ll need another one of those compresses."

"James..." you started, but he interrupted you, his tone soft but firm.

"No 'James' now. Just let me take care of you, okay? Just this once." He tilted his head, his messy hair falling over his forehead in a way you adored. "I like taking care of you, you know? So, give me that."

The knot in your throat wasn’t from the fever, and you squeezed his hand tightly. "Thank you."

He blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sincerity in your voice. "Why?"

"For everything. For being here, for always making me feel special, even when I know I’m not the easiest person in the world." You took a deep breath, the words spilling out uncontrollably, but you couldn’t stop. "You’re... James, you’re amazing. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you."

For a moment, he was silent, his eyes locked on yours. Then, the softest smile you had ever seen appeared on his lips, and he leaned in closer, cupping your face with both hands now, his touch warm and gentle.

"You’re joking, right?" He chuckled softly, his thumbs caressing your skin. "You think I’m the one doing something special here? Look, I know you’re a little feverish, so maybe that’s affecting your judgment, but if anyone’s lucky here, it’s me."

Before you could protest, he closed the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then another on the tip of your nose, and finally one on your lips. It was a brief touch, but so full of tenderness that it almost made you forget the exhaustion still weighing on your body.

"You’re impossible, James Potter," you murmured, still feeling his lips against yours, the softness of the touch mixing with the warmth that was spreading across your face. "Now you’re definitely going to get sick. That was... gross. I’m probably full of germs!"

James pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, the blue glow sparkling with a mix of amusement and tenderness. "Gross? Really? After everything we've been through, this is how you classify one of my kisses?" He feigned an expression of indignation, placing his hand on his chest as if deeply offended.

"Yes!" you replied, your voice hoarse but full of determination. "You shouldn’t have done that. Kissing someone who’s sick? That’s... irresponsible! Now you’re going to catch a cold too, and I won’t forgive myself!"

He tilted his head, a crooked smile forming as he propped his elbow on the armrest of the chair and rested his head on his hand, watching you as if he were trying to solve a cute puzzle. "You know what? If I get sick, it’s fine."

"How can you say 'fine'?" you retorted, narrowing your eyes, your tone indignant. "This isn’t a joke, James. You can’t get sick because of me."

"Of course I can." He shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And then you’ll have to take care of me, which, let’s be honest, would be great. I’ll finally know what it’s like to be spoiled like that."

You blinked, taken aback by how casually he was handling the possibility. "James, this isn’t a competition of who takes care of who better. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m terrible at it. I’d probably make the tea wrong or forget to give you the potion."

He laughed, the sound light and sincere, filling the space between you. "First, you never forget anything. Second, even if you did everything wrong, it’d still be perfect. Just knowing you care, I’d be cured already." He winked, as if trying to downplay the seriousness of his words, but the intensity in his gaze betrayed the opposite.

You huffed, crossing your arms under the blankets. "This isn’t fair. You always know exactly what to say to make me stop fighting with you."

He raised his hands in surrender, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I don’t control it, it’s just a natural gift, I guess." Then he leaned forward again, his blue eyes shining with an intensity that made your heart race. "But seriously, you can complain as much as you want. I’m not going anywhere. You’re my world, you know that?"

His words caught you off guard, and you felt your cheeks heat up. He always had this ability to unravel you with a simple look or a sincere sentence. You tried to turn your face away, but he gently held your chin, turning it back to him. "Hey, don’t run away. You don’t need to spare me anything, not even the arguments. I want to be here for all parts of you. Got it?"

You bit your lip, emotion welling up in your eyes before you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, James. Really."

He smiled, his eyes softening even more. "You’re welcome. Now, please stop worrying about me. I’m James Potter, remember? Nothing takes me down. But you... you need to rest."

"But what if you really get sick?" you insisted, stubborn.

"Then you’ll be by my side, and nothing else matters," he replied, simple and sincere, before squeezing your hand. "Now, no more drama. Close your eyes, my favorite nurse. I’ll be here when you wake up."

And, despite grumbling softly about how stubborn he was, you closed your eyes, feeling the security of being in the arms of the boy who seemed to make the entire world feel lighter.

[kittttycakes]

Oooh very interested by the 5. feeling their pulse one 👀 for Dreamling maybe?

Dreamling | 1k | G | Retired!Dream | Domestic Fluff | Established Relationship

It took Morpheus longer than it should have to notice that it was a pattern. 

He was, by then, intimately familiar with Hob’s hands and how they felt against his skin, the breadth of his palms and the length of his fingers as known to him as the back of his own hand. They had been the first feeling he had woken to in this, his new life, the weight of Hob’s hand holding his an anchor he had not previously known to search for. It was one he sought out regularly, now. There was a part of him that hoped, in the very back of his mind, that it might be the last feeling he felt, too, a very, very long time from then. 

This was all to say, of course, that he should have recognized the frequency with which Hob’s fingers found their way to his wrist, the way they lingered there, not pressing, but merely resting. It had not crossed his mind to wonder why; after all, did he not find himself touching Hob just as frequently? 

It had been a slow and drizzly day. Everything felt gray: the clouds in the sky, the light filtering through them, the long expanse of the hours before sleep with little to fill them. Morpheus still found it easy to become lost in the labyrinth of his own mind for minutes and often hours at a time. It was Hob’s self proclaimed job to draw him out of it, casting cups of tea and stacks of books and the low drone of the television in front of him to lead him out, a piecemeal version of Ariadne’s thread. 

He found himself in a familiar position: half curled on the sofa, his head in Hob’s lap, the rain lightly tapping at the window to the side of them. Hob’s arm was around him, and, in seeming deference to his comfort, he was not holding his hand, but held his wrist instead, allowing Morpheus to stay in exactly the position he preferred. With a languid stretch, he turned, looking up at Hob rather than the flickering screen of the television. Hob was much more interesting to look at, in any case, with his brow slightly furrowed in concentration as he read, his free hand holding his book open far too close to his face. He had neglected to put on his glasses, something Morpheus could poke at him for later.

Hob looked down at him and smiled, adjusting the position of his arm around him. Two fingers fell against his wrist again, as easily as anything, slipping into place. 

“Hob,” Morpheus said. It was not a question. Had he been sitting upright, his head would have been tilted in that curious way of his that he knew Hob found endearing, but that he somehow could not bring himself to stop doing, an innate gesture that had the added advantage of getting him exactly what he wanted when properly deployed. It was a shame he couldn’t achieve it then. 

“Yes?” Hob shifted the book in his hand, half closing it while his thumb kept his place.

“Why are you taking my pulse?” 

Hob opened his mouth, no doubt to form the words, “I’m not taking your pulse,” before snapping it shut and thinking better of it.  

Morpheus raised an eyebrow, waiting. Hob’s ears were turning pink. 

“I didn’t think you’d noticed,” he said, fingers still pressed against his pulse point, as if it hadn’t occurred to him to move them.

Morpheus considered this. He could picture, suddenly, all of the ways in which Hob had done exactly this before: Morpheus, pressed full length against Hob’s back, his arm around Hob’s waist and Hob’s arm over his own, Hob’s hand resting in just such a way that the tips of his fingers rested over Morpheus’s wrist; Hob, over and above him, not quite pinning his wrists above his head with the span of one hand, the tips of his fingers resting just against the thin skin of his wrist; Hob, taking his arms and arranging them to wrap around him, one hand still caught in his, and leading him in the steps of a dance that was the unholy bastard child of several much more structured steps, singing low in his ear, his thumb resting against the artery and tendon of his wrist. 

“I have noticed now,” he replied. 

“Old habit, by now,” Hob said, ears still pink. It was, Morpheus decided, flattering on him. He so rarely caught Hob visibly off-guard; it was a wonderful opportunity that had been afforded to him now, and he intended to enjoy it. 

“That is not an answer to my question,” Morpheus said, unable to stop the small smile that settled at the corners of his mouth. 

“No, I suppose not,” Hob relented, setting his book down over the arm of the sofa without any regard for the integrity of its spine. 

“It’s a reminder, I suppose,” he continued, looking down at Morpheus. “That you’re here, with me, right now.”

There was something in his voice, still, that Morpheus decided immediately to leave alone. They could return to it later, whatever it was that Hob was refusing to say. He only wanted to know, not to pry. They had all the time in the world, after all. 

He pushed himself into an upright position next to Hob, regrettably losing his hand on his wrist in the process, but remedying this loss by reaching for Hob himself, the palm of his hand cupping his jaw as he drew him closer. Hob went easily; he always did, never needing to be asked.  Morpheus pressed his lips to the underside of Hob’s jaw. For a moment, he thought he could feel it—the fluttering of his pulse against his lips. Perhaps Hob had something there, after all. There was something about it—the relentless pulse of alive alive alive just under his skin—that Morpheus could see himself returning to, again and again.

[cillsworld]

My devotion to you✧₊⁺

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Ship|Jonathan Crane x fem!reader

Summary|you fall for your corrupt psychiatrist and he takes advantage of that.

Word Count|2765

Warnings|smut(18+!), age gap, abuse of power?, mentions of violent acts, oral(m rec!), rough sex, forced breeding!, baby trapping, (very) mild use of fear gas, mentions of drugs.

Notes|Jonathan is canonically 26 and reader is 18, reader is horny asf which is so real honestly like girl is down baddddddd. Also this is my second fic/piece of writing ever so that's cool, honestly it's a bit repetitive but I don't hate it sooo enjoy!

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You had always been an aggressive individual, constantly getting into fights both verbal and physical, being a headache to your parents, teachers, fellow peers and sometimes even the police.

Their last straw was when you beat a girl to unconsciousness for whatever irrational reason your brain had come up with and decided that you needed to be confined in a nut-house in order to change.

The first few days you were here, you were kept in solitary confinement with a straight-jacket to contain you from scratching your own eyeballs out, if you weren't insane before, that experience surely confirmed it.

But your disdain for the asylum went away as soon as your first session with Dr. Crane started, in high-school you were never big on crushes or boys really, since they all looked like wet rats and you couldn't bring yourself to be attracted to them.

That all changed when you saw the man that was meant to be your psychiatrist, Dr. Crane was the only thing keeping your remaining sanity intact, the man was so breathtakingly beautiful that all you ever did in your free-time was fantasize about him and count down the minutes to when you'd get to see him again.

Each session would consist of your failed attempts to flirt with him while he tried to bring your attention back towards the topic at hand, he was also the only psychiatrist you hadn't been violent against, that's why he was the one who actually stayed, just like you wanted him to.

So here you were, a smile present on your face as he walked into the room where you sat, confined by a straight jacked but nonetheless excited to see him, "you look unusually giddy today, what's the occasion?" He questioned while taking a seat across from you, looking down at the clipboard in-hand as he adjusted his glasses.

"I'm getting to see you after a whole week!" You responded with a giggle, leaning over the desk a bit as you usually did to get a better look at him, he looked back up with a raised eyebrow and sighed.

"Maybe if you didn't attack that man in the cafeteria, you wouldn't have been kept in solitary for a week and you would be able to see me earlier" he spoke with that usual stern tone of his, his words making you frown immediately, he looked and sounded so upset with you that you wanted to cry on the spot.

"He took my apple! What else was I supposed to do?" You retorted defensively almost immediately, jumping up a bit, all he did was stare at you, with that look that he knew would make you contemplate everything you just did, you calmed down and slumped back in your chair with that cute, conflicted look on your face.

"I'm sorry for yelling doctor Crane, are you mad at me?" You questioned quietly, your voice going soft and barely above a whisper, he swallowed with pursed lips before looking back down at his clipboard, writing something down that you tried to peer over to get a look at.

"No.. No, I'm not mad" he responded dismissively with a shake of his head, "but I have to say, this session isn't starting quite the way I had hoped" he continued making your expression falter, looking back up at you, "don't you think you've given me enough trouble for the week?"

"I gave you trouble doctor Crane?" You questioned with confusion lacing your voice and expression, leaning over the table with furrowed eyebrows, hugging yourself tighter then you were being forced to.

"Yes. I wasn't going to tell you but your little outburst caused me a lot of trouble with my seniors, they think I'm not making progress with you fast enough and they should give you to someone else" you immediately opened your mouth to protest when he said that but a raise of his hand signaling you to keep quiet was enough to make you shut yourself up.

"Now, I'm going to need you to be well-behaved for this session or I might as well hand you over" he threatened, almost daring you to challenge his words, "so.. Are you going to be good for me today?"

God why'd he have to word it like that, you quickly nodded while absentmindedly rubbing your thighs together, "yes I will Doctor Crane, I promise!" You responded, perking up and he nodded muttering a small "good", almost smirking at your compliance of anything he says in response to the simplest threat of being away from him.

“Now, I want you to tell m-“ you couldn’t help but cut him off, at this point it was a habit of yours and a casual occurrence, “what’s in that box doctor crane?” You questioned with a tilted head, nodding towards the briefcase that he’d brought in for the first time.

Usually your interruption would annoy him but this time it caused a rush of excitement in him, “I’m glad you asked darling..” your face heated up at the nickname that he called you rarely, every time he had said it, it had caught you off guard.

He opened the little black briefcase and as soon as he did the air felt different, heavy, your heartbeat had started to rapidly increase and every inch of your skin was becoming sweaty and clammy as anxiety filled you and your brain went panic mode.

”What’s in there doctor Crane?” You continued with the questioning now looking as if you were incredibly sick, your skin pale and flushed, “this, is a special creation of mine.. it’s what I use to keep extreme cases in line..”

His voice gradually became more raspy and deeper as he talked about it, looking into the briefcase with so much admiration that you almost wished you were it.

“I don’t like it..” you mumbled weakly as he brought it closer to you, instinctively leaning back as he did so, your vision going a bit blurry as your stared down into it, Crane on the other hand scoffed at your words.

“You aren’t supposed to like it" he replied in an almost snappy tone, closing it shut as he did so, "my dear, I need you to understand that if you keep misbehaving as you have recently.."

"I won't hesitate to give you an actually proper dose of what is in here" he patted the case as if to emphasize his point and you let out a soft gasp, "why would you do that doctor crane? I said I was sorry.." Your voice shaky and quiet, starting to understand why those patients you'd overhear would always talk of Crane as if he was the devil.

"You're already scared?" The way he said your name had a mocking undertone in it that you hadn't yet heard from him, "I said if you misbehave" he felt like a broken record, constantly repeating the same things and not getting much progress in return and frankly it was starting to annoy him too much for your own good.

He saw that sense of relief wash over you at his words, he couldn't help but want to ruin that peace and bring back the look in your eyes that sent his heart racing, "or.. I could give you a demo right now?"

"No-" you cut him off quickly, "that.. That's not necessary" you couldn't quite put a pin on the look in his eyes, was it amusement? Excitement? Either way it gave you a rush of adrenaline you enjoyed.

"are you sure about that? because I have an inkling that you'll get me in trouble yet again, if you don't learn that your actions have consequences" he was so serious, more then usual, while speaking that you couldn't even try to trick yourself into thinking he was bluffing.

"I would never do anything to get you in trouble.. Not- not on purpose" you spoke hesitantly, not trusting your words at all, "really?" He mocked with raised eyebrows, "if you're really that devoted to me why don't you prove it?" He spoke in a bored tone, leaning back in his chair as he did so.

"how do I do that?" You questioned quickly, a subtle pout on your face, "I don't know" he retorted with a click of his tongue, "you tell me.."

As soon as the idea came to your brain your heart went racing, maybe you escalated things too quickly, dropping to your knees and scooting under the table to go towards Jonathan, when you peaked out of the table from in between his legs to make contact with his widened eyes, you tried not to smile, "I can pleasure you? To prove my devotion of course.."

"well that's certainly an idea.." As usual his tone was hard to read, he really was contemplating, he'd have to admit the sight of you between his legs batting your eyelashes at him was a pretty one, if that wasn't enough to make him uncomfortably hard you being in a straight jacket on top of that made it harder for him to refuse.

"get one chance and you become a bitch in heat.." His voice was so low that you almost didn't catch what he said and you almost wished you didn't, your cheeks heated up and you opened your mouth in protest but he quickly clasped a hand over your mouth, shutting you up.

"if we're going to do this I'm gonna need you to stay quiet okay?" He told you and you quickly nodded, "good, now get to work" he said dismissively before removing his hand and leaning back in his chair, unzipping his pants and pushing it down just enough that it'd be past his hips and you could see the outline of his cock through his boxers.

It seemed almost uncomfortable as the boxers seemed like they'd burst open any minute with how his cock was straining against them, your mouth was watering at the sight though you looked up at him in confusion when he made no move to take the boxers off.

He raised an eyebrow looking down at you, "what? I really need to spell it out for you?" His tone was so obviously condescending that you almost felt ashamed it was turning you on, "your hands may be useless but you still have a good set of teeth princess, use it"

So you did, craning up your neck to take the hem of his boxers between your teeth and slowly pull them down enough to release him from, you almost gasped at the sight of him, he was a little above average in length and girthy enough to make you question if you could fit him properly in your mouth.

You stuck your tongue out and licked a strip under it from the base till the tip of his cock, taking the head in your mouth, licking the pre-cum, his hand came up to take a fist full of your hair startling you, "speed up darling, I don't have all day" he told you in an unamused tone.

You swallowed him halfway and started bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks in an effort to impress him, your body pressed up against his legs as you moaned around him.

All you got in response was a little groan, his grip on your hair tightened and he started pushing your head up and down at a faster pace, pushing you deeper each time, you looked up at him to see his flushed face and pretty blue eyes roll to the back of his head as he cursed under his breathe.

The sight sent waves of pleasure to your core and made you uncomfortably wet, "that's it princess, put your pretty mouth to good use" he muttered under his breathe as his thrusts became faster and more desperate.

Suddenly he pushed you all the way down and you eyes widened from surprise, gagging around him for a moment as you tried to adjust to the foreign breaching of your throat, your nose pushed into his trimmed hair as you whined, looking up at him through watering eyes, he let out a soft with at the sight.

"oh don't cry darling.." He spoke with feign sympathy, "this is what you wanted right? To pleasure me?" He mocked as you whined once more, instinctively trying to pull back for air, he let you go after a few moments, only giving you a few seconds to breathe before pushing you down again.

He bobbed you at the same place, letting himself bask in the pleasure as you gagged and choked with each thrust, it went on for a bit before he completely pulled you off and up so he could see you properly, standing on your knees a line of spit was connected from the base of his cock to your lips.

He reveled in the sight of your flushed face with tears streaming down it, messy hair and chest heaving, "good.. You did good darling.." He said under his breath, patting your cheek a bit too harshly, "but you didn't cum doctor crane.." You responded quietly, a pout on your glossy lips.

"oh that's not for you to worry about" he responded dismissively before standing up and pulling you with him, making you whimper from the pressure on your scalp, he turned you around before shoving you on the table and you let out a squeak of surprise.

"what're you doing doctor crane?" You questioned quietly, even though you knew the answer specially when he reached for the hem of your trousers, you wanted him to tell you.

"m'gonna fuck you baby.. " his raspy voice responded while undressing your lower half as blood rushed towards your face, "you can see it as a reward for your hard work.."

You could feel the head of his cock rubbing on your cunt, you squirmed and pushed back against him with a whine, urging him on, he grabbed your hair yet again and pulled you up, bending your body uncomfortably as he leaned down, "stop being so desperate darling, it's not a good color on you.."

Before you even had time to process it he pushed almost all the way in and your jaw dropped as a loud moan escaped you, his grip on your hair tightened as your expression contorted from the pain and pleasure of it all, eyes fluttering shut.

"fuck, I knew you'd have a tight little cunt from the moment I saw you" he breathed out, staying still for the moment to let the both of you adjust before pulling all the way out till the tip and then thrusting in again, repeating the process as loud moans escaped you.

"thought I told you to stay quiet earlier.." He muttered before letting your hair go and untying his tie, "but that's just how you bitches are huh? Get a good cock in you and you lose all control of yourself" you whined in protest but not for long before he gagged you with his tie and tied it behind your head.

He held your hips up as his thrusts soon resumed, letting you lay limp on the rocking table, squirming and mewling as he chased his own release, he reached a hand down to start rubbing at your clit with enough pressure to make you see stars and clench tightly around his dick, making him release a loud groan.

"pussy so tight she's fuckin chocking me.." He turned you around, deciding he wanted to see your face while you both came, see your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs shook from the pleasure, he didn't falter in his thrusts while you came, not caring if he was over stimulating you and more focused on his release.

Even though your head felt blank and too foggy to form a coherent thought you could feel him twitching inside you and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, making sure he came deep inside you.

Once her came off his high he quickly pulled out, "fuck, what did you do.." He panted out, raising one of your legs up to get a good look of his come dripping out of your hole and down your ass.

"now why would you do that?" He questioned; knowing you weren't allowed to or were on birth control, rising up and removing your makeshift gag, as soon as he did you craned up to kiss his stiff form.

"I love you Jonathan" you told him after pulling away with a smile, not bothering to answer his 'silly' question, all while he stayed a bit frozen, now realizing that he'd gotten himself into major shit.

[boyfhee]

﹙𝓲ssue﹚ㅤ:ㅤkisses and soupㅤ...ㅤ( 제이크 )

ㅤㅤ﹙826﹚ ㅤ장르 fluff, est. relㅤㅤwarnings the reader is sick, kissingㅤㅤᐢᗜᐢ for everyone who's not in a good health, hope you feel better soon. as always, please rb and give feedback, it helps a lot ^_^ iNDEX

“babe?” jake pokes your cheeks gently and sits on the edge of the bed, pulling your blanket down a little. he smiles lovingly at your sleeping face, brushing a few loose strands of hair off your face before speaking again. “wake up, angel. i made you some soup,”

he chuckles at how you groan softly, mumbling ‘five minutes more’ under your breath. he knows very well that the five minutes would turn into an hour in just a blink of the eye, and had it been some other day, he wouldn’t have thought twice before agreeing, even sliding in next to you under the blankets to wrap you in his arms.

“you said that twenty minutes ago,” he shakes your shoulders gently, waiting for you to wake up. he watches as your eyes flutter open, taking a few minutes to adjust to the light before you sit up and lean against the headboard.

you glare at him— try to, even though it only makes him laugh at your cute face and the adorable pout on your lips. “you’re even cuter when you’re sick, you know that?” 

he catches you huffing at his words, admiring how beautiful you look even though you’ve just woken up. your dishevelled hair, drowsy eyes, soft sleepy voice and actions that are laced with laziness as you reach out for the bowl kept on the bedside table before retreating your hands. “i want some water first,”

and jake loves to take care of you when you’re sick, as much as your condition worries him to death. he would do every single thing you ask him— as he does now, making a quick run to the kitchen since the bottle on the table is empty— and all you have to do is sit there and look pretty…and get better, of course. 

“here,” he returns with a glass of water that he holds out for you, and the refilled bottle that he places on the table, right next to the picture of you two on your very first date. he takes the glass from your hands when you’re done, lost in your beauty for a few seconds yet again. if he could, he would treat you like this every day, where you wouldn’t have to get out of bed for anything. 

“now, the soup,” he reaches out to grab the bowl, interrupted by your quiet and bedridden voice.

“it’s bitter,” you speak through a frown dancing on your lips, knowing very well how the supposed ‘magical soup’ tastes— a name given to it by his mother since she used to make it for him as a kid whenever he got sick. and how he’s doing it for you. 

he sighs, brushing his thumb on your skin and drawing soft, soothing circles on the back of your hand, giving it a tender kiss that makes your heart swell up with warmth. “don’t you want to get better, sweetheart?”

“you said i’m cuter when i’m sick,” and it makes him laugh how you haven’t lost your cheekiness even when you’re stuck in bed with a terrible fever. 

he notices how you pout even more when he laughs, causing him to scoot closer to you and cup your face ever so gently as if you’re porcelain. “you’re the cutest when you’re not sick,”

as much as you hate him for discarding your excuses so that you don’t have to drink that thing, you feel the butterflies in your chest when he cups your face with eyes that look at you as if you’re his entire world. and jake would agree because you are— his beginning, end, and everything in between and beyond. 

you squint your eyes when he leans closer, brushing his thumb over your lips and leaving his feathery touch lingering on them for a few seconds longer before you speak. “what are you doing?”

“i’m kissing you,” he doesn’t give you a chance to respond, immediately capturing your lips in a much needed yet unhurried kiss. he moves one hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and then in your hair, while the other slowly intertwines your fingers. 

you pull back shortly, despite yearning to feel his lips against yours once again. your eyes linger on his lips for a brief second before you frown at him. “you’ll get sick,” 

he doesn’t give you any room for negotiation, immediately putting his hand on your back to pull you closer, almost on his lap. the grin on his face widens when he hears you gasp at the sudden movement, even more so when he takes your hands and puts it on his shoulders just the way he likes it. you’re about to say something but he interrupts you with a quick peck, hands resting your waist just a little tighter. “well then, kiss me till i’m sick of it,”

and the soup grows cold next to your bed, left unattended for the night. 

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[yeomongi]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 — 𐙚

genre : fluff ! ^^

pairing : seonghwa x you

word count : 600ish

warnings : menstruation & period pain, idk anything else

synopsis : a comforting moment between you and seonghwa as he helps you through the unbearable pain of your period cramps, showing his love through small but meaningful actions.

note : i decided to do this request as well since i really enjoyed writing my previous yeosang fluff!! also going to post a san version after this since i find it really comforting :3 this one is a bit shorter but i hope you still enjoyed! reblogs and interactions appreciated <3

it started like it always did—sharp pains twisting through your lower abdomen, the kind that made you curl up on the couch and wonder how something so natural could be so cruel. you’d been battling these cramps all day, hoping that the painkillers you took hours ago would do their job. but they didn’t. nothing seemed to work, and now all you wanted was the comfort of seonghwa.

seonghwa had this way of making everything feel less overwhelming, like the world could spin a little slower if you were in his arms. and right now, you needed that more than anything.

you heard the front door open softly, the familiar sound of seonghwa kicking off his shoes and hanging up his coat. you tried to sit up a little, but the ache in your stomach pulled you back down.

“y/n?” his voice called out, gentle and warm, like always.

“in here,” you croaked, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.

he appeared in the doorway, his brows furrowing the moment he saw you curled up on the couch.

“baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, crossing the room to kneel beside you.

“cramps,” you mumbled, your voice small. “they’re really bad this time.”

his expression softened with concern as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“why didn’t you call me?”

you shrugged, not wanting to admit that you didn’t want to bother him while he was busy. seonghwa sighed, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

“you’re never a bother, y/n. you know that, right?”

you nodded, but the way his eyes searched yours told you he wasn’t convinced.

“okay,” he said softly, standing up. “stay right here. i’ll be back in a minute.”

he disappeared into the kitchen, and you could hear the faint sounds of him rummaging around. when he returned, he was holding a glass of water and a heating pad.

“here,” he said, handing you the water first. “you need to stay hydrated.”

you took a small sip, even though you didn’t feel like it. he gently placed the heating pad on your stomach, adjusting it until it felt just right. the warmth was immediate, and you let out a soft sigh of relief.

“better?” he asked, sitting down beside you.

“a little,” you admitted.

seonghwa reached for the remote and turned on the tv, flipping through the channels until he landed on your favorite show.

“we’ll just sit here for a bit, okay?” he said, his voice calm and soothing.

you nodded, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. his presence alone was enough to make the pain feel a little less unbearable.

as the episode played, he kept his hand on your arm, tracing light patterns with his fingers. it was such a small gesture, but it made you feel cared for in a way that words couldn’t.

“do you want me to get you anything else?” he asked after a while.

“just stay,” you whispered.

he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“always.”

you stayed like that for a while, the two of you wrapped up in each other and the warmth of the moment. eventually, the heating pad and seonghwa’s presence worked together to dull the pain, and you found yourself relaxing for the first time all day.

“thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“you don’t have to thank me,” he said softly. “i’ll always take care of you, y/n.”

and you believed him. because with seonghwa, you never had to face anything alone.

[amphitrite13]

Hello this is my first post on here. This is all pretty new, tumblr and love and deepspace (started a few months ago)

Anyways i write fan fiction and just finished the first one. It’s probably pretty bad but i will get better. I still hope you enjoy it :)

You can also leave some feedback if you want so i can improve more

Thank you for reading:)

Synopsis: you hear a girl talking about her crush in his uniform and you start thinking about Caleb. You thought nothing would happen between you to but that changes pretty quickly

18+, Caleb in his uniform, his panty obsession, use of sir/colonel, use of good girl, self gratification, …

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LISTEN TO THE COLONEL

Birds are chirping and the sun slightly falls through the leaves as you and Tara walk through the park. Every weekend you try to catch up with each other, since the week days are super busy. Going to some stores, eating, laughing and gossiping about the latest drama is what you always do.

One of your traditions is to end the day with a good cocktail. Tara always seems to know the best spots.

Sitting at a little table in the packed bar your eyes start to adjust to the darker light in the room. Enjoying the cocktail, slowly the alcohol starts to kick in, and both of you start to giggle more. Eventually Tara has to go to the bathroom from all the drinking.

Sitting there you notice two other girls next to your table, both of them totally waisted. One girl picks up her glass takes the biggest sip, some of the drink is spilled on the table. With the back of her hand she wipes her mouth, smearing her lipstick away. She starts rambling and with little hiccups and stutters she tells her friend how she longs for this guy she saw in his uniform, the best friend of her older brother. Little tears rolling down her blushed cheeks, still continuing her story of how she longs for him, doing things she never thought she would do but her brother is the one ruining everything. She hiccups a few more times putting her head on the shoulder of her friend crying while her friend is comforting her.

You turn away looking at your empty glass, a small smile appears but soon fades away when you caught yourself thinking of Caleb, in his uniform. But let’s be honest they were not innocent thoughts of him. You feel a bit ashamed of even thinking like that and especially about him. Trying to distract yourself you look back at the girls, both of them asleep at the table.

Tara eventually returns to her seat. “are you okay, you look a bit flustered”

“Aah yes no worries its’s probably the alcohol and i am also getting a bit tired actually” answering with a slight tremble in your voice. Rubbing your legs together you notice how wet you are and the thoughts of him slip back in to your head.

It’s past midnight when you return to your dark and silent apartment. You make yourself ready for bed after this exhausting day. When you finally lay down on the soft mattress you fall into a deep sleep.

Do you like to see me in my uniform?

Tell me you like to see me in my uniform while i am bossing you around

Oh no no no you don’t answer like that, you have to say ‘yes sir’

Do you want me to fuck you with my uniform on

Say it, ‘yes, sir’

Swimming in sweat you wake up from your alarm clock. Not quite sure what this dream was. What is happening? Since you heard this random girl talking about her crush in a uniform and her fantasies about him, you kept on thinking about Caleb.

Dragged out of your thoughts you look at your phone that had been going off. They were three messages from your childhood friend, the one you keep thinking about.

Staring at the messages for what might have been minutes, rethinking your dream and imagining him on top of you. Feeling the wetness from yesterday return in between your legs.

“Pip-squeak are you okay?”

Says the voice from behind the bedroom door. Jumping out of bed answering with a nervous tone “Uhhmm wait a minute I am almost ready”

Finally dressed in some basic sweatpants and a top. You look at yourself in the mirror checking the outfit. Yes checking it out if you could still draw his attention in this fit. You just didn’t want to acknowledge it, telling yourself it was the only thing you had left to wear.

It was a tighter top that showed your curves, and your pants were also thin enough so you could see the small line of your panties.

Opening the door you are greeted with a smiling Caleb, waiting when you would be ready.

“I am done sorry that you had to wait”

“No problem you can take your time…”

You see his eyes flickering between your lips and your accentuated boobs.

You break the silence “soo why are you here did we plan something today”

“i just wanted to see you, do i need an excuse to see you pip-squeak?”

“No of course not, i am happy you are here”

The whole day there was this energy between you, but maybe it was just your imagination. Your mind fixated on the dream because honestly you have been turned on since the moment you opened your door and looked him in his violet colored eyes.

You feel some warmth in your body and you look at Caleb standing in the kitchen, making some food. Your wild thoughts take your brain over, oh how you would love to just sit on his face, have him between your legs while you scream for his name.

Your little dirty fantasies stopped abruptly because of Caleb, calling you over for the food. Again you felt this ache growing in you, excitement leaking in your panties. Ashamed but at the same time intrigued knowing he is right here in front of you, still having these thoughts about him.

You don’t eat much since your mind is occupied with wild fantasies and your stomach is in a knot. He notices that something is off and starts asking like he always did.

“Are you okay, you didn’t eat much. Tell me if you feel sick, i will take care of you.”

“No i am okay just a bit tired.” Trying not to sound like it’s an obvious lie.

He comes closer, his hand finds your arm and gently caresses it. Feeling his breath close to your face. His eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips and then at your boobs. Caleb opens his mouth slightly, licking his lips. Every time he moves the ache in you grows more and more…

He turns away with a little smile. “It’s already late you should go to bed, i’ll see you tomorrow” he gives you a hug before heading out. You feel yourself pressed against his firm and strong body, but you can’t help to feel his cock against you. His giant muscular hands just above your butt, gently squeezing you.

Lying in bed you look at the ceiling still having the feeling of his cock against you, his eyes that kept looking at your body. Every part that he touched is heating up. You eventually notice that you started to do some self gratification. Your hand slides down past your tummy, hip and eventually finds the waistband of your pants. Taking them of, you slowly put your finger at your pussy. Making circles while silently moaning. You keep thinking about him, how could you not? You feel the wetness again and you start to put one of your fingers in. “Caleb…” another sigh leaves your open mouth. With your eyes rolling back you try to quicken the pace as vivid images flash before you. Heavy breathing and groaning fills the quiet room.

Meanwhile Caleb was at his apartment doing the same thing as you. Sitting on his bed with his huge and hard cock in his hand moving faster and faster only thinking about you. It was so big that even his huge hands couldn’t fully cover it.

The other muscular hand holding one of your panties against his nose and lips. He was able to take one when you were getting ready, he always seemed to find a way to get one of your panties.

The black lacy fabric curving in to his open mouth from breathing it in. “Y-yyeess… more …” is what he keeps on repeating almost like a prayer hoping you will appear in the room, kneeling before him ready to suck him clean.

You thought this would go over but you quickly found out it was in fact not going over. The past few nights were occupied with the same routine, self gratification while thinking about Caleb. Even though this was wrong and you knew nothing would ever happen, you still felt a bit of sadness.

It was Friday night, after an exhausting work day you get a call from Caleb. The previous day he asked if you could hang out at his place, you didn’t want to make it weird so you said yes.

“Hey pip-squeak i am going to be late you can go to my place already i already ordered some food. I will come as soon as i am ready.” Says his friendly voice on the phone. “no worries i am almost at your apartment, take your time to finish work.”

When it’s 10 pm you already fell asleep on his couch.

Caleb gets home and opens the door to find you sleeping on his couch. “Cute.” He smiles and starts to scan your body.

Since the weather was getting warmer you were wearing more revealing clothes but honestly you also did it to make Caleb watch even though you said to yourself it was just because of the weather.

He looks at you and the violet in his eyes gets a darker shade. Seeing those tiny shorts just covering half of your butt. Eyes trailing further up towards your little top with such a low cut he could practically see everything. He takes everything in him, your body completely ready to serve him.

Hearing footsteps you wake up and see Caleb. In his uniform…

Your eyes widen and your whole body is on fire, wanting him closer to you.

“Sorry that i am late pips, it wont happen again.” His eyes darken even more as he is getting closer. “And what were you dreaming, you made some very interesting noises…”

His knee opening your legs so he could put the same knee in between them, pushing against your wetness. “Aaahnn… Caleb..nnha.. nothing it was just …”

“What was it tell me, be a good girl and tell me what that dirty mind of yours thought”

Caleb was done playing he waited so long and after this exhausting day and then coming home to find you with almost no clothes on. What if another guy saw you like this, no Caleb could not let that happen. You were made for him.

“Do you want me to fuck you, with my uniform on?” Whispers the low voice close to your ear, breathing slowly on your neck. You nod, looking down ashamed of admitting it.

“well are you going to listen to the colonel and do what i say? maybe i will promote you”

You look up and meet his eyes, feeling his knee pushing even more. You answer him with a moan connecting you two even more.

Caleb demands you to stand up in the middle of the living room. Walking around you, scanning you again. His warm fingers find your spine, slowly following the ladder down. “Take it off. Now.”

Putting your hands at the bottom of the top you start to pull it over your head and drop it on the floor. The cold of the room finds your breasts, already naked since you didn’t wear a bra.

He pulls down your short in one go only letting the red panty on. A smirk lands on his face, touching you with them on. Finally you look at him, stepping closer until you feel his cock again. This time as hard as a rock. Lifting your arms to put around his neck and his hands grabbing your ass ready to devour you.

With your lips glued to each other you just feel yourself falling deeper for him. His mouth opens, letting his tongue out meeting yours. He pulls a bit back just enough for his tongue to lick your lips but quickly puts it back in for more sloppy kisses.

He picks you up and starts to walk as fast as he could to the bedroom. Dropping you on the bed with a slight thud. His huge hands start to undo his belt, unbuttons his pants and takes out his hard throbbing cock. His dick already leaking, ready to all flow out of him.

Leaning over you, kissing you again but with more passion than before, saliva dripping down your and his mouth. Caleb pulls back starting to place his cock at your entrance and slightly rubbing against your red underwear.

“Uunnghh … uhh… y yeess … Caleb please”

He stops moving against you and starts to kiss his way down to your pussy. Licking the fabric a few times he then takes it very gently between his teeth. While pulling the fabric down he doesn’t break eye contact, watching every expression you make.

When the panty is on the ground he puts his hands on both your thighs starting to squeeze and kneed. “Turn around for me.”

You have never seen him like this, only in those crazy dreams. With full honesty you loved it, every time he orders you around it turns you on even more.

“Y-yess sir… unghh…”

Laying on your stomach you feel Caleb kissing your legs just before inserting his cock in you. With one quick move he is inside, you didn’t even notice anything. Starting to move in you, thrusting with all his power.

“Moree Caleb… please more…” are the words you try to say while your face is pushed in the pillow. “It’s …” thrust “colonel..” thrust “Caleb.. for you” thrust.

You feel the bed shaking underneath you like some earthquake is happening. Totally on a different planet you still repeat what he said, following his orders.

Caleb keeps on going for hours, pushing in you like this was his mission. The bedsheets are sticky and wet from both of you.

When you eventually feel him slowing down you see he is still wearing his full uniform, even his hat. Well you thought you were tired but this view of him makes you want to ride him again.

“Fuck me colonel Caleb, teach me how it is done.” Looking deep in his eyes desperate for his cock.

“So greedy maybe i should punish you.”

Taking your head, grabbing your hair he puts your lips just before his cock.

It’s so big and so hard, still leaking like there is no end.

Opening your mouth you put your tongue against his cock and start licking the tip. Every move of your tongue makes him whimper. The faster you go, the louder he gets, just screaming your name.

You take him in trying to adjust to his size. Your tongue swirling around his dick feeling it throbbing in your little mouth.

Tears are swelling up from all that is happening. Wiping away the sparkling tears, Caleb starts to thrust again into your mouth. You feel the tip hitting the back of your throat, hiss balls slapping your chin. The loud sound of skin beating against each other is what fills his bedroom.

Not even after 5 minutes he had already came more than 3 times. Feeling his juice sliding down your throat filling you. The remaining amount slips out of your mouth. He pulls back looking how you lick your mouth clean.

“Good girl, you did great. I knew you could handle my size.”

Caleb helps you to get up. Both your legs are shaking, leaving you with no strength in them .

Leaning against Caleb you go with him to the bathroom.

You both help each other to make yourself clean and every few minutes the kissing starts again.

This probably took more than an hour but when you are finally done, you crawl into his bed, next to his giant steady body.

You pull yourself closer so you could rest on his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

“I am sorry if i was too much, you don’t have to call me colonel…”

You giggle and answer him with a sleepy voice. “I know Caleb, no worries i wanted to do this.” Every part of you was full filled because you really enjoyed this whole night.

“Good, i don’t want to hurt you pipsqueak”

His finger tracing your face, a little smile appears. “You get promoted, next time you can show me what you can do, officer”

You both doze off within a minute, tangled in each other’s arms. A bit nervous about what will happen between you and your childhood friend but you know everything will be alright. It’s Caleb, he would never let you go.

[strangecreaturewrites]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍 ✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ----- mickey barnes x f/gn!reader

pre-canon au ⊹ read part one here ⊹ chapter summary: you bring mickey back to your apartment for the night, where you two get much closer. nsfw/mdni ----- warnings: oral sex (reader giving), grinding ( i wanna thank everyone who commented on/messaged me about the first part of this fic! all of you were very sweet, and i really appreciate your feedback <3 the story officially has a title, and i will be creating a masterlist post once i have three parts posted. you can follow the tag "#not a sin | strangecreature" for updates as well. hope you enjoy! ⊹ divider by enchanthings-a )

Your apartment was a fourth floor walkup fifteen minutes away from the macaron shop. The gloomy, narrow staircase always sent a foreboding shudder down your spine, and you kept looking over your shoulder at Mickey as you ascended, just to make sure he was still there.

“I didn’t know you walked to work every day,” he said, winded though he was clearly trying to mask it. “Isn’t that kind of dangerous?”

“I can take care of myself,” you replied, a little breathless yourself.

You could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “I don’t doubt it,” and it made you smile too.

You reached the landing to the fourth floor, with its flickering gray-white light above the door, and at the end of the short hallway, you unlocked the door to your unit. This was your first time living in a major city, so your money didn’t go very far, but it was tolerable. It didn’t smell of old pipes or mold, and there didn’t appear to be a pest problem — what more could you ask for, given the circumstances?

The unit opened to a cozy, lamp-lit living/dining room that you decorated in a hodgepodge of thrifted furniture. The archway to the galley kitchen dominated the right wall, while your bedroom door was tucked away to the left. Right by the entry was the bathroom, the bane of your existence if only for how microscopic it was.

You stepped aside to let Mickey walk in, closing and locking the door behind him. You stepped out of your shoes and set the box of extra macarons on the side table along with your wallet and keys.

You watched him as he looked around, taking in what there was to see, and though you tried to read his expression, he only wore the contented look you most often saw on his face. He really was such a good-looking man. The way his hair fell over his eyes was so inviting; you wanted to brush his hair back, to run your fingers along the planes of his face. Your stomach rioted with butterflies.

When he turned to you, a nervous little grin flickering on his lips, you shook yourself out of your reverie.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty? Please, don’t be shy, I want you to be comfortable.”

Mickey chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? Here, give me your jacket, make yourself at home, please.”

You could feel yourself fretting over him a bit too much, but he let you get him settled on the couch with minimal protest. You brought him a glass of water, turned on some music for background noise, adjusted the thermostat once you got him to admit the air was a little chilly.

“It’s real nice of you, letting me stay here tonight. I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“You’re not bothering me at all. I’d feel terrible if I left you on your own when I knew I could help,” you replied, dropping onto the couch next to him. Your knee brushed his as you adjusted to face him, and you wanted to find other ways to touch him. Your fingertips running along his forearm, your legs draped over his lap. Maybe he would place his hand on your thigh. Maybe you could shift closer and tuck into his side, his arm settling around you to bring you closer. Your skin tingled as you thought through all the possibilities at lightning speed.

But you held yourself back, even as your heart and mind raced on. He was your guest, and he didn’t really have anywhere else to go at the moment. Your care for him outweighed even your desire to touch him — the last thing you wanted was to make him feel cornered.

So instead, you asked him more questions about himself. With some surprise, you discovered that he enjoyed reading, mostly nonfiction, mostly world history.

“Doesn’t that get bleak?” you asked, raising a brow.

He shrugged. “Kinda. Sometimes it’s nice to know things have always sucked a lil' bit in some way. That it’s not just now, y’know?”

“I guess.”

The conversation trailed off as the music faded out, the silence buzzing before the next song came in. It was a brief interlude, not more than a few seconds, but as you looked at him, with his sweet blue eyes and his hands clasped in his lap, a wave of tenderness washed over you.

“I’ll miss seeing you every day,” you said softly, tentatively. If you’d thought it over some more before you spoke, you might’ve played it off differently, like it didn’t matter to you so much, but the truth of the statement was a weighty thing. It made you feel vulnerable to admit it, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing. The butterflies rioted again, more nervy than excited this time.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem weirded out by your confession. “Is the expedition leaving tomorrow or somethin’? We can still see each other.”

Your breath hitched. “Really?”

“Of course. You can stop by the shop anytime- or- or not,” he said, faltering toward the end with a sheepish look on his face as you hummed your disapproval, crinkling your nose.

“I am not going back there ever again. Sorry.” Maybe you were being rude, but the aura of the storefront was just too off-putting. Almost as unnerving as your apartment’s stairwell, but in a more subtle way. You wouldn’t be able to explain why if he asked you, though.

He nodded as you spoke, wincing. “I get that. Yeah. That’s okay.”

“But we can hang out when you’re done at the shop,” you suggested hopefully, nudging his knee with yours.

He kept nodding, and you noticed the pink blooming on the shells of his ears. You bit your lip against a wide smile and nudged him again.

“Or… you could come here and see me.”

His eyes widened. “Oh- okay.”

“Would that be good?”

“Yeah, yeah, that would be- so good…” You placed your hand over his where they were still clasped, and you heard his breath stutter. He looked stricken as he stared down at his lap, his expression naked in its shock, and you couldn’t immediately tell what he was thinking.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” you murmured, squeezing his hands. “Because you can tell me if I am. I’ll stop, I promise.”

He quickly shook his head, a breathless laugh leaving him as he replied, “God, no, no, don’t stop. It’s just been- a while, since the last time I was- y’know, with someone.”

Well, that’s one curiosity satisfied — and yet, it opened a floodgate in your mind. You wanted him so badly, you would do just about anything.

You hummed, shifting closer to him. Slowly, gently, you brought both your hands up to cradle his jaw. “You wanna be with me?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. His gaze softened, locked on your mouth, and the sight made you shiver.

Your lips dropped open as you pulled him into a deep kiss, and in almost the same instant, his arms curled around your body. His fingertips pressed into your back, your waist, gripping you as if you were the only thing keeping him steady. One of his hands drifted up you spine to the nape of your neck, holding you tight as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss further. He was trembling against you, and your head spun with how quickly you two had gotten to this point, each kiss rougher than the last. You pushed your hands up into his hair as you gave him as much as you got.

Heat poured down your spine at the first swipe of his tongue, and you closed your lips around it, sucking gently — not a tease, but a promise of what was to come.

A broken moan erupted from his throat as he pulled back.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” he panted. He mashed his forehead against yours, eyes closed, his breath hot on your skin. “I need to get a grip, wow.”

“I need to get out of this shirt.” One quick kiss. Another. “It’s very poor quality, by the way.”

With an impish smile, his hands slid down to your waist, bunching the fabric as he pulled it up your body. “I can help you with that.”

You hummed happily as you let him undress you.

Yes, he certainly could help you, couldn’t he?

When you were both stripped to your underwear, you dragged Mickey off of the couch and into your bedroom, walking backward so you could keep your mouth connected with his. You both stumbled and laughed as you ambled your way around each obstacle until you reached the bed, falling to the mattress in a tangle of limbs. The feeling of his warm skin against yours, of his hands clutching your body to his — it was the answer to every desire you’d felt lately, somehow better than all your fantasies.

You thought back to those sunny afternoons talking with him behind the counter and wishing you could cut the bullshit and bring him home, and that sense of power from before came pouring back in. He was yours now.

Emboldened, you planted your hands on his chest and rolled him over to lie on his back, straddling his hips.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” you mumbled against his mouth, and his breath stuttered and hitched as he worked the clasp of your bra. “You want me to make you feel good?”

He groaned, shoving his hands under the cups to squeeze your breasts as soon as the garment was loose.

“Hm?” you prompted him, nipping at his bottom lip.

He chanted, “yes, yes, yes,” as his hands kneaded you, caressed you. So eager. So irresistible.

You kissed down his chest, his stomach, tossing your bra to the floor. When you reached the waistband of his boxers, you licked a teasing stripe over the skin there, eliciting another wobbly groan out of him. He gripped the comforter with tight fists, and you knew he was fighting to maintain at least some part of his composure.

If you had a stronger will, you would tease him some more. You glanced up his gorgeous body to see a red flush already working its way down his neck, and you wanted to see how far you could push him, what he would do, how he would sound when he was pushed to the edge of desperation.

At the moment though, you weren’t much better off than him. Your fingers shook as they pulled down his underwear, your hand reaching for his hard cock the moment you saw it; he had to shove his boxers down the rest of the way himself, the garment was so quickly forgotten by you.

You angled him toward your mouth, rubbing your lips over the thick head before taking him in. You worked him over slowly at first, recalling the ways to move your lips and tongue — he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t been with someone in a while — and your confidence grew as his breath became more and more labored. His cock throbbed as you picked up speed, took more of him in, keeping your mouth tight and plush around him. As your saliva made things slicker, your hand worked the remaining length, your palm smoothing up over the head when you had to pull off to take a breath.

The next time you sunk down, slowly, all the way until you met your hand, he gritted out, “God, look at you.”

You glanced up to find his wild, heavy eyes, his red, slack lips, his crumpled brow. The flush poured down his panting chest, and his stomach jumped when you pressed your tongue against him, tightening your mouth around him.

He was still clawing the comforter, so you reached up with your free hand to place one of his in your hair. When his fingers tightened there, tugging at the root, you moaned luxuriously, just so he could feel the vibration.

He didn’t last much longer after that, coming over your tongue with a whine.

If you had a stronger will, you would act like going down on him didn’t affect you so much. You would be seductive. You would kiss him lazily, confidently, as he came down from his high, and revel in whatever pleasure he would eagerly bestow upon you.

At the moment though, you were about to shiver out of your skin, your arousal so compounded from weeks of fantasizing, wanting, needing.

In the end, you crawled up his body, your hips pulsing against his thigh as you ravaged his mouth in fierce, biting kisses. When he rolled you over, his hands found your breasts again, and he pressed his leg tightly to your cunt as you ground against him. You whimpered too loudly, considering how thin you knew your walls to be.

You couldn’t wait for him to get hard again, you couldn’t wait for him to do anything else. You couldn’t even wait for him to take off your underwear. Your hips thrusted against him wildly, chasing pleasure until it broke, your orgasm crashing over you in electrifying pulses.

He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your jaw as your body melted into the mattress. You were both out of breath, covered in sweat, and seemingly beyond words. The music you'd put on earlier drifted in from the living room, but you could only hear the impression of it, too soft to discern what song it was or who sang it.

You drifted to sleep wrapped around him, his face pressed into the hollow of your throat. The last thing you felt were his lips, brushing the dip between your collarbones, softly, slowly, as if you were something precious.

[ryukumi]

"(Name), do you understand what I'm saying?"

Sitting beside you on the floor of your living room was your boyfriend, Tsukishima Kei.

Karasuno High's middle blocker of their infamous boys volleyball team that miraculously made it to the nationals after years of devastating losing streaks.

Scattered paper was seen all over the coffee table infront of the both of you. He was tutoring you on your recent maths lesson you struggled on for the past few days before.

You both went straight to your house after class. Thankfully, they had no practice for the day as they were given a few days off to study. You took this to your advantage and asked (begged) him to help you in your math lessons. You found it particularly hard this semester, and definitely not taking it as a chance to spend time with him with the excuse of a study session.

"Mhm."

You hum in agreement without hesitation, your eyes trailing on every detail of his face. From his blonde locks to his golden-brown irises, down to his pink lips moving with every word he says. A tongue occasionally gliding between his lips after every few words, as well as his middle finger adjusting his glasses. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find that the hottest thing the man infront of you could do.

You weren't listening despite your hum to his question. You never were, in fact, ever since he step foot into your house and placed his books on the medium-sized rectangle coffee table infront of you two. You were far too focused on his face, on his voice despite not hooking on to his words.

Tsukishima has been talking for a few minutes now, a pen in his hand, often switching from scribbling down numbers to resting in between his middle and ring finger. He tried to ignore the gaze you gave him. The look on your eyes as they trail slowly on each part of his face, especially focused on his lips. He licks his lips intentionally to try and get a rise out of you, such a meanie.

"(Name), if you wanna kiss me that bad, just say it instead of staring at me like a creep."

He teases with a light giggle. There was only so much he could handle if you kept staring at him like that, especially with those loose pyjamas you wore that slipped off of your shoulder, showing a teasing peak of your collarbone.

You finally comprehended his words after that 15 minutes of Tsukishima wasting his breath over something you asked him to tutor you about, yet that attention of yours was focused on something far from the topic.

" 'wanna kiss you so bad.."

You trailed off, not giving much thought to what you said. You decided to play along with his teasing remark. Earning silence in return. You snapped out of that gaze, turning away with a faint blush on your cheek.

"There's snacks in the pantry. You want anythi– Mmph!"

Tsukishima slides his hand to the side of your your face gently. His palm rests right on your jaw and the side of your cheek, your ear right between his index and middle finger. He tilts his head as he encased your lips into a kiss. A light one. He pulls away but keeps his face a few centimeters away from yours, gazing at your wide eyes and extremely flushed cheeks. He giggles.

"Gotta give my pretty girl what she wants, right?"

You leaned in closer for more, but before you could even close the gap between the both of you, your forehead was met with a pointer finger pushing your head away.

"Huh- Hey! What was that for?!"

"I would want to indulge in whatever those braincells of yours are thinking about, but before that, you've got to put this math lesson of yours first."

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This was based off of a dream I had a few hours agoo, I hope its alright^^

Im not particularly a fan of this TT, especially since it's my first work ever, no experience at alll. For me, it seems a bit too rushed to the plot and just not really written well, huhuuuu. I def need tips on this please. Criticism is HIGHLY appreciated mwamwaa♡♡

Ps. Not proofread

Edit: i finally edited it TYSMM FOR THE CRITICISMMM RAAHH hopefull this is better👾

[wintersxldiers]

Well HI MOOT!

honestly I'm so sorry it took me so long to write this but here it is and I hope I did it justice but I'm not sure. I'M SORRY!

warnings: not proofread, quick paced, kinda rushed ending I guess? FLUFF, one tiny tiny kiss, female reader, use of Y/N, Hint of future angst

Word count: 1431

summary: You're a student in college and you get a new History professor but you were not prepared at all for what he may bring to the table, or rather to your heart.

You walked into your favourite class, History. You walked in, clutching your books close to your chest when you noticed something strange. Instead of your usual teacher at the desk there was a young man. He had to be mid twenties, no more, no less. The man had a defined jawline, a scruffy but tidy beard alongside the nicest mop of tousled hair you had ever seen. His glasses sat low on his nose as he looked around the classroom, gazing at every student who walked through the door of the lecture hall. After the majority of the students had entered he began speaking. “afternoon students, my name is Professor Barnes and I will be your new History teacher. A little bit about me, I'm twenty five and just finished my training for teaching, so here I am.” Mr Barnes glanced around the room often catching the majority of the female audience gazing at him with heart eyes. That is apart from one student. You. He kept his gaze on you before speaking up again to take attendance. As he does, he scans the room, focusing on each student as he calls their name. Then it was your turn. “Y/N” he calls out and you raise your hand in response.He averts his gaze back to his paper and smiles to himself, a beautiful name for a beautiful lady.

For the next couple of lessons and lectures you have with Professor Barnes, you can’t help yourself and start to feel yourself becoming more intrigued with him and wanting to talk to him more. One lesson in particular you catch yourself staring multiple times as your professor explains about the Civil Rights Movement. You blush when you realise and you mentally facepalm yourself. You point your gaze down towards your desk for a while before you look up after a while and when you do, you lock eyes with the handsome man that is your professor. You blush slightly and look down, not wanting to make it apparent that you’re flustered. You would rather die than let your professor of all people discover the huge crush you had harboured on this man. 

You had a few small bantering conversations with him, in and out of class. It started with those longing glances, then it was you lingering around his Lecture hall during your free periods and breaks just as an excuse to see him. You always stared at him from afar, sporting heart eyes every time you saw him. You found him funny, both of you sharing the same sense of humour. You would sometimes sit in his class and talk to him about random things, just having small conversations about anything you guys could think about. These conversations never lasted long, fifteen minutes at most, you with your social anxiety couldn’t deal with carrying on a conversation for any longer than that.

However after one particular lecture with him you stay back after class. Upon realising you had stayed back your professor took extra care to usher everyone out of the class. You didn’t really talk much so you wanting to voluntarily stay back and speak to him gave him an overwhelming feeling of dread mixed with excitement at what you wanted to speak about. He wished it wasn’t anything bad though, such as you not enjoying his class or wanting to drop out.

After everyone had been cleared out of the class, you approached his desk. “Professor, I was wondering if I could talk to you about the syllabus and the exam?” you ask nervously, anxiously picking at the skin of your fingers while biting your bottom lip slightly. Both were nervous habits which you had picked up from childhood and you couldn’t seem to let them go. You nervously adjust your glasses and take a breath which is when he responds. “Of course you can, what's going on?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against his desk, making direct eye contact with you. You take a deep breath and start asking questions about the syllabus and exams. 

After a couple of minutes of you rambling you start to feel your eyes brim with tears. That was strange, you knew you were a sensitive soul when talking to different people for extended periods of time, because of your social anxiety, but this was next level. You try to blink away the tears behind your glasses but the overwhelming feelings of stress and anxiety alongside social issues  with your friends were eating you up inside and you couldn’t hold back anymore. You felt the hot tears streaming down your face as you tried to wipe them away with the oversized sleeve of your hoodie.”I-I’m sorry sir” You mumble out, wanting the ground to swallow you whole at that point.”hey its okay…” He says softly, as a new teacher he didn't have much experience with dealing with student home issues and feelings, especially that of a teenage girl. “Wanna talk about it?” He asks slowly, wanting to help you but also not wanting you to feel like you’re being forced to confide in him. 

You take a deep breath and start rambling about your problems, Your stress from school, your issues with friends and your anxiety that has been bubbling up inside of you. When you’re done rambling you paused and took a breath and looked at him. You wiped your tears and locked eyes with him “I’m sorry i just dumped that on you…” You mumble and sniffle through your tears, not wanting to come off as unhinged or mentally unstable. “Hey it’s okay Doll, you don’t have to apologise for anything” He reassures you, the nickname ‘Doll’ slipping off his tongue like it's second nature. “I’m your teacher and I wanna help you, that's what i'm here for” He smiles at you, desperate to reassure you that there's no shame in confiding in him. 

He sighs “Y/N I don’t wanna see you like this, it's not a good look” He says and you gulp, fearful of his next comment. “You don't deserve that treatment and you should look for more ways to relieve your stress. You’re a smart woman Y/N, you should give yourself more credit than this…” He comments softly “I really want you to be more confident in who you are Y/N, you’re an amazing person and you need to see that…you need to be shown that.” You don't realise but you start tearing up again at his words, your body slowly gravitating towards him more as he speaks, subconsciously wanting more of his comfort, as much as he could potentially offer. 

He continued to speak about developing your confidence skills and believing in yourself more while you gulped the tears and emotions back down. Your eyes begin to roam freely around his body and face. Both looking like they had been sculpted by the Gods, this man was a work of art and most students knew it. Then, your eyes land on his lips, you knew it was wrong enough to even look at this man in an aspect that he became a hardcore crush, but now? You were screwed, the way you stared at his perfectly round lips as they moved during his motivational speech to you, the way showed how he cared. The admirable way he remembered the little things about you. The way he treated you with kindness and respect, not treating you as inferior to him as a student but as an equal. It felt…comforting in a way, knowing someone was on your team, on your side. 

You slowly bought your gaze up to his eyes instead and locked gazes with him. He looked at you in the eye, "need a hug Doll?" He asked and you hesitated, not knowing if you could control yourself and keep it at just a hug. You nodded after a second and he wrapped you into a bear hug, your head on his chest, directly on top of his heart.

After a while you break apart and your faces are inches apart. You can feel his breath softly fanning your face and you scream internally. You close your eyes and don't speak before you hear him whisper. "Can I kiss you Doll...? please...?" You don't need any form of persuasion before nodding and leaning forward, pressing your lips against his.

He grabs the base of your neck as you kiss before the door of the lecture hall slams open. "what the fuck?!" A voice calls out. Shit.

[valkierrie]

𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙰 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚆𝚊𝚢 𝚃𝚘 𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚎

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Warning(s): Noel smut, an' swearin', that's about it.

Plot: After a long day at work, Y/N is given a very pleasurable stress-reliever by her boyfriend.

Word count: 2.0K

A/N: Hope the person who requested it likes it; it's been a long time comin' and I'm sorry for the long wait.

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It was another dreaded sunny day, only because of where I had to be. Instead of being where I was wanted and happy, I was stuck behind a small, lousy desk with my sleazy boss barking commands at me as if I were a lap dog. 

“Y/L!” He yelled, for what was the 13th time this afternoon. There was no need to yell, he knew it. I could still hear him over the hordes of phone calls being made throughout the many cubicles. Mine wasn’t even far from him office. 

With a sigh and internal groan, I pushed my chair back, scrapping it against the marble floor. I adjusted the pencil skirt I wore, which had ridden up slightly during the short interval that I was sat. Mr. Jones should’ve had a special place in hell for him for making us wear these, ‘uniforms.’ Tacky, black pencil skirts and long white shirts that were heroes in the winter and a pain in fuckin’ the winter. 

I laid gentle knocks on his wooden, opened door. Mr. Jones sat behind his large desk on a comfortable office chair, a privilege he selfishly kept for himself. His gaze fell onto me as I stepped into the space. 

“You called for me, sir.” 

“Y/L,” he called my last name, his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed as glared at me as with a sense of superiority. “I asked for a coffee fifteen minutes ago, where is it?” 

My brows furrowed. “Sir, I wasn’t told you requested a coffee. Moreover, your assistant’s right out there.” I wasn’t sure why this was being brought to my attention, but I wasn’t surprised, it wasn’t the first time Mr. Jones was making me do something above my pay grade. 

“I know she’s out there; I’m telling you to grab me a coffee, is there a problem with that?” 

The question was rhetorical, it was obvious. I hadn’t missed the smugness it was laced in; he knew the power he had over me and was beckoning me to make a move so he’d get his sick gratification from reminding me.  

There was no use in arguing—what difference does it make? 

“Black. Two sugars, love—oh, and a dash of white chocolate creamer.” He instructed, his elbows rested on the table, his fingers laced together as he laid his chin on them, tilting his head ever-so sightly with a taunting look. 

I left Mr. Jones’ office, the need to keep my job keeping me from flipping him off on my way out his door. I made my way to the coffee room, which took three flights of stairs and a lot of heavy breathing.  

I wasn’t sure why the coffee room wasn’t set in a lower floor—or on the same floor as the cubicles, but no. Any and all logic leaves the moment anyone steps foot in this building. That’s not to say that everyone here’s stupid. They just don’t get the opportunity to use their brains with people like Jones in charge. 

I stepped into the coffee room, pushing the glass door open. The room wasn’t completely devoid of people like it normally was during non-break moments. A few workers stood near the large windows, talking amongst themselves, whilse one merely sat in the rectangular table that was set in middle of the room. 

I took two small strides towards the coffee maker. I did the due diligence of making a cup of coffee, holding back the urge to spit it as I pumped the white chocolate creamer into the coffee. I made my way downstairs and back to Mr. Jones’ office. 

I placed the cup on his desk, a tight smile on my face. “Here you go, sir.” 

Mr. Jones picked up the cup, taking a sip. I was ready to leave, certain that my job was done. However, before I could leave the office, Mr. Jones stopped me.  

“L/N, stay back.” 

I took a deep breath, exhaling deeply. “Sir?” 

Mr. Jones’ facial expression was one of bitterness, and he attempted to get the taste of the coffee out of his mouth. “What did you put in this?” 

“Two sugars and white chocolate creamer.” 

“Tastes like shit,” he set the cup down, sliding it towards me as if it had caused great offense. “Throw this out and get me another cup. Carmel creamer this time.” 

My jaw clenched tightly, despite that, I did what I was told. 

Back to the coffee room I went, squeezing the cup tightly. I threw the cup out and prepared another one, being sure to pump caramel.  

When I returned to Mr. Jones’ office, I placed the cup on his table, quickly attempting to make it out.  

“Hold it, L/N.” He raised a finger in the air, as if it held importance.  

Mr. Jones took a small sip of his coffee before placing it down and shaking his head. “What is this?” 

My eyebrows knit in confusion, crossing my arms. “What you asked for?” 

“Still shit.” 

“It would help if you didn’t have shit taste.” I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath. 

“What was that?”  

“Nothing, sir.” 

Mr. Jones sighed, as if he had done something anything meaningful. “This coffee just ruined my day.” 

“Must’ve been a real shit day for you already, then, uh?”  

Mr. Jones gave me a look, he opened his mouth to say something, but must have decided not to. “I’m not in the mood for coffee anymore. Get me a drink from that place down the street.” 

He could not be serious. I shouldn’t have been surprised; he was like a toddler—a large toddler in a designer suit. 

“But sir—” 

Mr. Jones held his hand up. “Did I stutter? Go get me a drink.” He placed crumpled note on his desk. “Make it quick.” He snapped his fingers, his other hand throwing the coffee cup in the garbage. 

My eye twitched, my jaw set. It took all I had within me to not just jump over his desk and throttled him. I took the money and left the office muttering, “Tosser.” 

I once more, did what I was told, which wasn’t my job. The rest of the day felt numb; Orders after orders. 

When I finally got back to the flat, I felt at peace. 

Not just because of where I was, but who was waiting for me.  

Noel was perched on the floor, slouching, his back to our large, grey, sofa. A black acoustic guitar was being strummed about by him like there was nowhere better to be, it’s sounds echoing about in the place. 

The strums were interrupted when Noel’s eyes settled onto me, a small smile crept on to his face, lazy, but warm. His genuine smiles were one of those things that—although were rare—made you feel special when you were on the receiving end of them. Although today was shitty as hell, coming back to that, almost made it worth it.  

Almost. 

“Alright?” 

I nodded, attempting to give him my best smile, thought I was certain it didn’t quite reach my eyes. I shrugged off my flats, leaving them beside the doormat.  

My stocking coated, patted over to where Noel sat, I settled on the sofa, close to him.  

“Hi,” I greeted softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.  

Noel looked up at me, his blue eyes staring at me with curiosity. “You alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. You know work.” 

“That bloke still givin’ you trouble?”  

Of course, Noel had been made aware of Mr. Jones’ behaviour. He was the one I was talking out my neck to about him. 

“Same old,” I shrugged, “still a knob.” 

“Dunno why ya put up that knob, I’d tell ‘im to get stuffed.” Noel sighed, setting his guitar on a stand to the side. “You’ve got twice the brains than the tosser.” 

“Thanks,” I chuckled, “but in a building with more suits than a boutique, that doesn’t really matter.” 

“Lots of suits, not enough fuckin’ brains to make up fer it if you’re not fit to be giving order. Lad’s got a useless degree an’ now he thinks he’s God or summat.” 

The irony wasn’t missed, still that placed a smile on my face—a genuine one. He could tell all he wanted that he had no way with words except with pen and paper, but whenever words—minimal as they may be—left his lips, they flooded my senses. I could almost feel myself becoming defenceless, his sentences building palaces in my mind and the most gorgeous of cathedrals. 

“Speakin’ of fit...” I smirked, moving down to the floor beside him. “You’re looking particularly good in that shirt.”  

Noel chuckled, a tint of pink slowly rising on his neck and the tips of his ears. “Shut up.” 

“I mean it.” My eyes trailed down his torso appreciatively. 

Noel turned his head away, but with a pull of his chin using my fingers, I set his gaze right back me. 

Noel wore a tight-fitting white shirt, a rare occurrence that was very much appreciated for every second my eyes lingered on it. “Work’s shit, but seeing you like this...” I bit my lip, smirking, “just makes me feel better.” 

Noel pulled me close, his lips pressed against my own, slow and without a need to hurry—like there was all the time in the world.  

A soft sigh of relaxation escaped my lips, almost involuntarily. My hands gripped his shoulders, as passion and feverous overtook the kiss. 

“Reckon you’ve had a shite day, then. Don’t worry I’ve got a few tricks up me sleeves.” Noel took control, nudging me back slowly, his body pressing over mine deliberately. “You in this gettup, it’s doin’ things to me.” 

“Oh, yeah?” I teased. 

Noel didn’t respond, instead, his attached to my neck, pushing past the wrinkled collar. His hands slowly made work of the buttons that stood proudly against my chest, barricading them. 

He slowly kissed above my bra-cupped breasts; the feeling was truly something otherworldly. 

He went lower and lower, peppering my skin with kisses, until he reached my lower stomach. He stopped above the waistband of my skirt. 

His hands went up my thighs, slowly pushing up my skirt. He kissed up my thighs, biting the stockings and yanking them down. 

His fingers hooked my panty lines, his thumb stroking the small bow that stood proudly above it. The cotton material was soaked—I was certain of it. I felt the undergarment being slowly tugged down, until it was well passed my feet and out of the way.  

Noel’s lips reunited with my thighs—my upper thighs this time, slowly inching up. He was almost teasing me with how excruciating slow he was going.  

Then, finally, his lips met my bundle of nerves. The contact was brief, yet it was enough to omit a light shutter from my mouth. His tongue met my folds, swirling around. My hands raked through his dark hair. Noel groaned when I softly tugged at his hair, the vibration made me gasp. 

I bit my lower lip, my legs wrapping around Noel’s shoulders as my hips bucked forward, desperate for more. Noel’s nose crudely brushed against my clit, sending a wave of heat with a tsunami-like force within me. A soft squeak escaped my lips as the pressure was building up. 

“Ah—mph—yeah, right there.” I whined.  

Noel changed his angle, his pace increasing along with it. My grip on his hair tightened. It was truly too much. Just thinking about it—Noel in between my legs, like a starved man on a mission—was tipping me over the edge.  

His tongue thrusted in and out, while his nose made work on my clit. It took a few more thrusts for that rush of euphoria to burst in and for the orgasm to rip through.  

I screamed as I came in Noel’s mouth, the intensity making my legs shake. Noel kept going at it, slowly easing me out of my pleasure until I softened beneath him.  

I took a few seconds of me trying to regain control on my breathing before Noel rose back up. Nothing needed to be said—absolutely nothing at all. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him close until our lips touched. I could taste remnants of myself that still remained. I felt connected to him, not just in the physical sense, but in every sense that the word connected meant.  

“Better?” He asked. 

“Much better.” I smiled. 

[dokries]

hot chocolate

pairing: boo seungkwan x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, cafe au (with a lil university au), (barista!seungkwan x customer!reader basically), strangers to ?

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of food and drink, seungkwan is kinda flirty and not slick at all, cameos of seokmin (and jeonghan/joshua in passing), seungkwan and reader know each other from previous encounters at the cafe!

author note: this feels like it should be part of a longer fic but i’m not too sure if i actually want to write one…so i’ll post this on its own instead! for context: reader’s usual is lemonade :) and yes i know that this fic is meant to be in the evening and the pics i used are from midday but shh he’s pretty just look at him </3 (i hope you enjoy!)

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“do you want hot chocolate today? your jacket is way too thin for this weather,” he says, adjusting his glasses to look at you better behind the counter, his name tag flashing as the warm lighting of the cafe caresses it. 

seungkwan.

finally, a name to the face that’s been greeting you joyfully, even at the end of his shift on mondays, like today.

“no, no. i’m alright,” you clear your throat, knowing that your roommate, soojin, saved the jacket around your shoulders for when the leaves had only just started to fall. it was meant to be kept away before she grabbed it by accident and froze in the cooler air of early winter….exactly what was happening to you outside until you entered the (slightly) warmer cafe.

“…if you say so.” his lips turn down into a mix between a pout and a frown as he hums. “one lemonade then,” is what he says before walking towards the mugs kept in the back, and with a faint smile, he pulls out the fruit one he always uses for you—a tangerine, made specially to look just like a real one except bigger, with a green handle on the side decorated with leaf veins.

you rest your arms on the warm counter, the bright green of your roommate’s jacket now faded with use. a quick scan around the small cafe reminds you that it’s fifteen minutes before closing, exactly when seungkwan—his name still feels unfamiliar in your mind, and you turn the letters over as if they’d provide you more clues about your lemon angel—switches the sign at the front to closed.

there’s silence as seungkwan works on your order, his hands hidden away from you in the mess of machines and cups around him. you feel as if you should help somehow. “do you want me to flip the sign for you?” 

seungkwan looks up from his handiwork—which you still can’t see enough of for your liking—in surprise before a soft smile takes over his rosy cheeks. “oh! sure, that would be…really nice of you, actually.”

you return his smile with one of your own, moving towards the front door of the quaint building to turn the sign over so the falling for u was only open for the two of you inside.

there’s some rustling as seungkwan places your mug on the counter before disappearing to refill something (or at least, you assume that’s what he’s doing). you pull out the chair you were sitting on previously before staring quizzically at the steaming drink in front of you. “i didn’t order this.”

“it’s on the house,” seungkwan’s voice rings out through the cafe as he pops his head through the door leading to the back (there’s a sticky note on it you never noticed before: jeonghan stop trying to prank me. i’m going to resign as the co-owner >:( - joshua which intrigues you, but you don’t ask about it).

“i’m not drinking this,” you state instead, shaking your head defiantly as he comes closer, leaning his elbows on the counter behind your drink with a sneaky smile on his face like he’s oh so clever by giving you exactly what you craved on this winter evening (but you would never let him know that).

seungkwan pouts, leaning in as he pushes the mug closer before it ends up in your open hands. “please?”

for an new employee, he seems really keen on annoying his customers.

“no way.” you shake your head. even though this barista’s way too nice (and dramatic) for his own good, you aren’t about to let him win. 

seungkwan huffs, crossing his arms with a head shake of his own. “fine. then you’re no longer my favourite customer! i renounce your title!”

you pause, peering up at him curiously. “i’m your favourite customer, huh?”

he freezes. wait, he wasn’t supposed to say that—his bosses, jeonghan and joshua, had looked at him weirdly when he had mentioned that a few days earlier, with jeonghan warning him to never mention it to anyone else, let alone you, unless he wanted to come off as a creep.

“um, well, i don’t mean it in like a weird way.” seungkwan fixes his glasses, paying closer attention to his hand rather than dwelling on your teasing look—you didn’t seem to think he was being creepy…or maybe he was just being hopeful.

you laugh, staring down at the mug in your hand that reminds you of the man in front of you, now that you think about it. “if it helps…you’re my favourite barista, so i think we’re even.”

he hums, his lips quirking before he clears his throat. “well, if that’s true, you should drink the hot chocolate i made with so much effort just for you.” 

“fine, fine. don’t get too excited,” you say, rolling your eyes with a smile and taking a sip begrudgingly as he lifts up a fist in triumph, disregarding your words entirely as you let out a gentle laugh.

the hot chocolate is sweet as it goes down your throat, and settles warmly in your stomach. seungkwan watches as you relax, his hands moving to grab the mug from you when you’re finished, going to the back to place into the sink, leaving it for joshua when he opens up the next day as a surprise.

you thank him and take a peek outside at the now dark sky with a sigh. maybe it would be a good idea to call up your roommate to walk home together—but you know she’s probably out with other friends though, so you push that thought aside.

seungkwan taps his fingers on the counter to draw your attention to him with a sheepish smile. “sorry, i need to clean up…”

you blink before getting up immediately, gathering all your stuff with a nervous laugh. “oh, right! thanks for the hot chocolate, seungkwan.” 

his eyes widen before he looks down at his name tag. “o-oh right, i finally found this. yeah, i’m seungkwan.” he says, smiling brightly. that makes a lot more sense, you think. you’ve seen all the other workers at the falling for u cafe with name tags, even the owners, so it would have been weird to see a barista without a name tag if you hadn’t been paying more attention to his kindness instead of his apron.

you smile back and his eyes soften before he purses his lips. “wait just a few minutes, okay?”

your eyebrows furrow but you nod, and seungkwan walks quickly to grab his stuff from the back. your eyes linger outside as he walks back out, a blue puffer jacket now on his shoulders, along with a small bag.

he pauses to turn off the small lamps scattered around the cafe, and you go to help with the last few closest to you, earning you another surprised smile.

once he turns the big light in the centre of the cafe off, he glances around the space that usually seems threatening, like the shadows of every coffee he’s managed to spill (a lot) are coming back to taint the floors after he’s worked so hard to mop his mistakes up, no matter how childish it seems.

now, with you staring at him curiously once more, he thinks it’s okay, and the dim light from the windows is the only thing that’s distracting him—it’s way too dark to be out alone.

seungkwan opens the door, and you go outside before he does. he locks up the cafe in record time before turning to you with a signature pout. “do you want me to walk you to the bus stop, or home? you live on campus, right?”

you purse your lips carefully, wondering how much information you should give out. “yeah, i do…but i’m going to be taking the bus. you?”

seungkwan nods, putting his hands in his pockets. “i’ll walk you to the bus stop. seokmin said he’d pick me up anyway, so i don’t think he’ll mind.”

you tilt your head. “are you sure it’s not going to be inconvenient for your friend? i really can go by myself, it’s okay.” you huff out a dry laugh. “it’s not like i’ve been by myself in worse situations.”

you glance up to see seungkwan’s face twisted in horror before he clears his throat and crosses his arms. “no. i’m dropping you off at the bus stop, and that is final.”

you raise an eyebrow. “and who are you to demand things?” seungkwan opens his mouth to rebut your words but he really can’t—you’re basically strangers, even if he feels weirdly familiar at times. “exactly.”

he huffs, taking off his scarf to wrap it around your neck tightly, and you blink at him in shock once he ties a knot to make sure it’ll stay on. “at least take this. you can give it back to me the next time i’m working.”

you give him a look before crossing your arms. “and how am i supposed to know your schedule?” 

seungkwan grins, pulling on one end of the scarf with a wink. “you just have to keep wearing it then, don’t you?”

you open your mouth to protest but a car blinds you with its headlights, and seungkwan grins. “that’s my ride! i’ll see you around, favourite customer.”

you scoff but wave back at him once he gets into the car, a man with a surprised look directed towards you in the driver’s seat until seungkwan gives him an explanation—it must be the seokmin your favourite barista was talking about. 

they both smile at you as seokmin drives off, and you nuzzle into the red scarf that’s already warm from seungkwan’s body heat before putting your hands in your pockets and walking towards the bus stop with a sigh.

you’ll just have to keep going back to the cafe to give it back, you decide, and you can’t deny the grin that appears on your face at the thought of seeing seungkwan’s surprised face again.