#feel free to let me know if it's hard to answer

[tojispuppy]

thinking about needy gojo in public never giving a fuck. he’s obsessed with touching you and being touched especially when you’re out together. it comes out even more when you’re at clubs.

“you look so beautiful, baby,” he’s whispering in your ear. your back from against him as he’s kissing your neck, not caring about the people around you. he’s so cute as he paws as your seeds, his hot breath against your ear as you feel him grind his bulge into your ass.

“toru, you get excited too quickly,” you chastise him, but you can’t suppress the smile on your lips. and he knows you love it when he’s needy.

“I’m sorry,” he whines, burying his face in your neck. “I’m so hard, please help me,” he pleads, taking your hand and pressing it against his crotch. his hips jerk forward, groaning into your ear as you click your tongue in disapproval.

“you can’t wait until we go home, can you baby?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

he shakes his head, whimpering when you hold the front of his pants and lead him away from the middle of the club, until you’re in an almost secluded booth. gojo slides in first as you follow in, pressing to his side as you palm his tent.

“please take it out, baby. fuck.” he groans, watching your fingers make quick work. your eyes glance at his lips as he pants heavily. once you pull his zipper down, his cheeks feel red at the sight of his already wet boxers.

“aww I’ve barely touched you,” you coo, finger pressing against his clothed cock. satoru bites his lip, as he leans down to lick your ear. one arm is gripping the edge of the seat, as the other holds the back of your neck for support. “do you want me to make you cum here?” gojo nods. not bothering to look at the people giving strange looks as they pass by.

your lips curve up once you pull the strap of his boxers down, freeing his swollen cock. the sight always made your mouth water. his abs tense as you wrap your hand around him, leaning down to spit on his tip making him buck up. “shhh,” you coo, smiling as you wet his cock, pumping him slowly as he bites back moans.

the club music and crowded atmosphere hid you both, as satoru chokes back whimpers as he leans his head back as you swallow his cock. you hold his balls, playing with them as you bob your head.

it didn’t take long for gojo to pull you up for a kiss, whining loudly into your mouth as you pump him to his edge. your lips pulled into a smile. “angh gunna—fuck cum—“ he whines.

and not long does his hips buck up and cum shoots from his fat cock onto the floor and table. “toru…you’re making a mess,” you tease, pumping his cock, overstimulating him as he buries his head in your neck, not caring about how he’s spilled his warm seed all over the place.

“i love you,” he pants, drooling on your neck as you continue to pump him. his legs shaking, as he whines. “wanna fuck you…” he licks your shoulder.

“let’s go home then.”

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

Inspirations and Themes in “Nosferatu” (2024), according to Robert Eggers

At the surface this film appears to be “just another remake”, but it’s actually the opposite; it’s a subversion of every theme in Bram Stoker’s “Dracula” and on the original 1922 “Nosferatu”; because Eggers threw the “sexual purity”, “Christian salvation” and “Victorian romantic love” out of the window in this one.

What is Robert Eggers’ “Nosferatu” about? What are the themes? What makes his adaptation different from the others? Let’s explore the list of inspirations for this story, according to their own creator:

1. Emily Brontë “Wuthering Heights” (1847)

“You loved me then, what right had you to leave me? What right, answer me, for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart, you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”

Themes of the all-consuming, obsessive and self-destructive passion, wrecking the lives of everyone around them and only stops when they are both dead; the destructive power of love; revenge; love triangle between a “beastly” man/mental unstable woman/gentleman; blend of hatred and love; couldn’t be together in life, united in death and reunited in the spiritual world; I already expanded on this topic in another post.

2. “Svengali” (1931)

“Oh, God, grant me in death what you denied me in life; the woman I love.”

Theme of the villain who induces others in a hypnotic and mesmerized states; infectious nature which causes contradictory feelings of repulse vs. attraction. Orlok using his sorcery to access Ellen (once again); Love triangle between a obsessive hypnotist/young woman/gentleman; Ellen’s life consumed by her connection with Orlok; couldn’t be together in life, united in death and reunited in the spiritual world.

3. “La Belle et la Bête” (Beauty and the Beast) (1946)

“Love can turn a man into a beast. But love can also make an ugly man handsome.”

Themes of reality vs. appearance: nothing is as it seems, and there’s more to the story than meets the eye. The storytelling is intricate, complex and requires intention and receptivity to truly understand it. Transformation and metamorphosis. Love and self-acceptance; embrace oneself and breaking free from social expectations. Cursed creature whose curse can only be broken by love: “And so the maiden fair did offer up her love unto the beast, and with him lay in close embrace until first cockcrow, her willing sacrifice thus broke the curse and freed them from the plague of Nosferatu.”

4. “Great Expectations” (1946)

“A young gentleman of great expectations.”

Themes of wealth and ambition vs. affection and compassion. Inspiration for Thomas Hutter character, who seeks social advancement, wealth and climb the social ladder, motivated by a desire of self-improvement. Friedrich Harding is Thomas’s Pip Estella; as he wishes to emulate him, and become a sophisticated gentleman. The arrogance and snobbishness of the upper class. Taking damaging risks in order to achieve ambition (traveling to a remote and mysterious castle), and falling into debt to sustain a certain lifestyle (with Friedrich). Learning that love is more important than wealth, the hard way (both Friedrich and Thomas).

5. “The Queen of Spades” (1949)

“If you've any human feeling in your breast, you can't refuse me. I beg. I beseech you. I know why you won't speak. The secret is connected with some terrible sin. That's it, isn't it? I'll make a bargain with you; tell me your secret and I'll take your sin upon my soul. Do you hear me? I mean it. A bargain. I'll take your sin upon my own soul.”

Theme of the horror element relying on Gothic ambience and atmosphere, than overt terror. Heavily rely on visual symbols to give meaning to the story: in “Nosferatu” are the lilacs and windows showcasing the connection between Ellen and Orlok. The idea that malevolent forces are at work is introduced early in the narrative. Theme of Faustian deals with the Devil. Themes of fate and the supernatural commanding the life of the characters, and leading to their demise. Themes of greed, power and pride leading to ruin; thirst for power as a pathway to madness, loss of dignity and loss of compassion for others, embodied in Herr Knock’s character, as he won’t stop at nothing to learn Orlok’s secret of immortality.

6. “The Innocents” (1961)

Miss Giddens: Were Quint and Miss Jessel in love? They were in love, weren't they? Mrs. Grose: Love? [Laugh] Oh, I suppose that's what she called it. But it was more like a sickness. A fever that leaves the body burned out and dry.

Themes of sexual repression and Victorian views of female sexuality (wickedness; sickness, shame; contagion; corruption) vs. love (pure; virginal; sacred; innocent; over-protective). The female protagonist overbearing protection of the children/Thomas masks her underlying conflict with her own sexuality (which she sees as sinful, shameful and diseased). Probably the inspiration for connecting flora (lilacs vs. willow tree) with the Ellen and Orlok, too.

7. “Andriesh” (1954)

Theme of the folk horror fairy tale, which also characterizes “Nosferatu”. The inspiration for Thomas dwelling in Transylvania and traveling to Castle Orlok, in the Carpathian Mountains; as he’s also given a magical token for protection, meets the people targeted by the supernatural, and faces a perilous journey to reach the castle, and then escape the castle; making allies along the way (Romanian old lady and the Nuns).

8. “Vechir na Ivana Kupala” (“The Eve of Ivan Kupalo”) (1968)

Theme of a darkly evocative, poetic and imagistic story deeply rooted in folklore. Use of several and overlapping cinematic techniques (fast motion, camera angles, etc.), to break the sense of reality within the film; in “Nosferatu” this probably translates in the dream/nightmarish atmosphere and hallucinations. Quick changes in tone (from horror to comedy to melodrama). Non-linear story and “show, not tell” approach; where the symbolism, mythology and cinematic complexity are more important than dialogue. Probably also the inspiration for Orlok giving Thomas’s a mount of gold as payment for his signature on the covenant, which will lead to the ruin of his marriage to Ellen.

9. “Leptirica” (“The She-Butterfly”) (1973)

Theme of a story and a vampire heavily influenced by folklore; in “Nosferatu”, by Romanian (strigoi). Use of humor to disarm the viewer. Withholding the reveal of the vampire to the audience; starting with close-ups on the hands, eyes, etc. Using a horse to find the grave of a vampire (in Balkan folklore it’s a black stallion, but Eggers probably choose white to be more visible in the night). A new and completely original ending to a cult classic. The female lead character appears to be naïve and harmless, but is revealed to be the true monster of the film.

[pneumosia]

sorry if this sounds rude,,, 😢 but you haven’t been posting lately and that’s like the only thing you have to do right? just post something it’s not that big of a deal? dygwim? i think fanfic writers especially on the anime side like to exaggerate things too much,,, and if you don’t post then just deactivate? there’s no point of staying if you’re not gonna do anything but ramble all the time (again sorry)

hi anon! i’d like to correct a few things here, based on the way you worded this — you likely don’t know how insensitive this ask is.

yes, i haven’t been posting anything lately, totally on me. but at the same time, im a person — with feelings, a life, and friends + family outside of tumblr. i don’t exist just to provide you with fics, i have to clarify that for you since i don’t think you understand that bit just yet.

like any other human being, i have struggles. i usually don’t talk about them openly here because i don’t want to bring the mood down, and i wont even bore you with that information either. but i struggle. so my fics don’t come out as fast as you’d like, there’s a lot that goes into writing instead of something as simple as just “posting something”, you get it? if you’re not sure then you try writing your own work, tell me how it goes.

fanfic writers do not exaggerate, please be mindful that these are real people you have no idea about. they work hard on their pieces and should be appreciated for the joy & love they bring with every word they post. their followers should learn how to be patient.

i’m sorry if this comes off as rude too, but you don’t get to dictate what i do. i’ll deactivate when i feel like deactivating, but it won’t be because you sent me this. rambling helps me let out any pent up feelings i might have, it can be a distraction from the things going on in my life that i’m sure you have no interest in — but it’s comforting for me. so i will continue to do so, and if i make you so upset that you felt this ask was necessary to send, then please feel free to block me, no hard feelings at all. thank you for your concerns, but because i felt this ask comes from you being misguided instead of you straight hating — im answering it. otherwise i would’ve simply blocked you, i hope you have a good day or night 🤍

[bedouinpoet]

leader, lover, sir, and broken dream part 3

Aaron Hotchner x female BAU Reader

warning: 18+ only please smuttt 🫣, unprotected sex, public play, mentions of murder, drug use, theft and loss. final part of this story line hopefully more to come! Always open to suggestions please feel free to comment or message me.

PART 3 AND FINALE: CHOICE

you woke up to the sound of a phone ringing, Hotch’s phone

“Aaron”

your mouth is dry, you tap his chest that your head is still laying on, “hmm?” His eyes stay closed with a glint of a smile on his lips, and for a moment you just look at him, his peaceful demeanour, his sexy bed hair “are you staring perv?” You scoff but damn his morning voice is already getting you wet, you laugh “I’m not the one already hard” you look down and slowly tease his cock already getting you wet how good it looked “mmmm fuck y/n yes”

his eyes roll back and you start to pump him harder. When his phone went off again “ughhhhhh someone’s calling you agent hotchner” you kiss his cock before he gets up…”hurry back” he kisses your forehead “just get that pretty mouth ready” you smirk up at him “yes sir” he goes to the sofa to get his phone from his pants. You lay in bed unable to control your smile, your happiness. That wall around your heart is starting to break but then you hear Hotch on the phone “hey sweetie sorry uh it was just a long night. Can I call you back in a minute?”

Beth

how could you forget about Beth. Your smile fades at the realization of what you both did. Your happiness turns to a painful guilt and the walls stay strong. You sit up and start to feel overwhelmingly vulnerable in your naked state, you quickly put your sweater on and a pair of sweats on. Your heart pounding in your ear as you hear Aaron come back in your room “y/n?” “that was Beth wasn’t it?” You keep your back to him, terrified to even look at him, fear the tears will start and not stop, but you try to stay strong, resolute “y/n sweetheart I -“

“it’s fine….i…I don’t expect anything from you, I pushed it last night, drunk and high…it’s fine I don’t….i just thought… I don’t know” before you react you’re in his arms and the dam breaks, you start hitting his chest, push him away, crying, but he keeps you firm in his arms, against his chest, kissing your head, his voice shaky “no no no honey, baby that’s not it high or not I meant it, I love you, I’ve always loved you it’s just-fuck-“ he shakes his head

“it’s just you love Beth too”

you finally push away and find yourself holding your arms, turning away from his tear filled eyes. “Y/n please I don’t want to stop being with you-I just got you back, maybe -I don’t know”

you roll your burning eyes “maybe what Hotch? I’m not the other woman, not the mistress and you’re not that kind of guy, it would eat you up inside, it would break you…I love you too but I can’t, I won’t let us become something we aren’t. You found something good with Beth, something simple and good and I’m -“

I’m too fuccked up, too much, not good enough

Is all you can think, almost ready to say it but your cries get in the way as you see Hotch’s tears stream down his face, that just makes you cry worse “I’m not gonna ruin what you have…you should go Hotch, go call Beth back, pick up jack just go please !” He tries to step towards you to bring you back into his arms but you step back “I want to be alone!” Your cries become stifling and he clearly wants to say something but your pleading worked. He takes a shaky breath “I’ll- I’ll text you later, we need to talk about it please y/n I’ll give you your space”

“don’t bother there’s nothing to talk about you’re with Beth and I’m not your slut now get out”

he doesn’t answer, or can’t, you hear him get dressed and close the front door. The moment the door clicks shut you drop to your knees and craw to the bed, crying, wondering how much more your heart can take. But you knew you made the right choice. You love Hotch more than words could say but being his side woman would eat you both up inside. So you cry. And try to forget last night and the pain and desires that are seeping through every ounce of your body and heart.

…

The first few months were torture for you. Everyday you worked by Aaron Hotchner his professionalism increased as did his coldness towards you. He rarely called you by name and he made sure to pair you off with anyone but him. His eyes rarely met yours. Maybe this was best. Easier for both of you. Or at least for him…for you this was painful, each cold shoulder, every time he refused to be in the same room with you. It chipped away at you.

You were doing your paperwork, in your home office. Hotch took a couple days off to take Jack to New York to see Beth. You genuinely hope they are having fun. They both need and deserved this…but apparently not as much of a break as you thought when Pen calls “hey what’s up?”

“Hi pretty lady, Hotch needs us ASAP in New York. We’ll talk deets on the jet” you feel your heart drop and you almost choke with worry. You rush with your go bag your pounding fear consuming you.

“Is he okay? What happened? Just tell me he and Jack are ok and safe Pen” your mind runs and sprints to worse case scenario “he’s fine y/n its his brother Sean”

Now your heart pounds for a different person, another Hotchner boy. You haven’t seen Sean since you and him went out for coffee….after he slept over at your place….welp….this is going to be interesting and you dread the awkwardness to come…

The moment you land, you head to the club Sean worked at, while Morgan and JJ go to the club aka the newest murder site. Blake goes with Reid to build some kind of preliminary profile and triangulate the clubs to see the unsubs comfort zone. You and Rossi both agreed that he should stay with Hotch. He is gonna need a lot of support in this. You meet the sleeze bag manager Thane and try to get answers as he tries to get in your pants “Did you know the victim well? Mister…”

“Thane just Thane please”

he winks at you and every part of you wants to punch this guy in the stomach as he clearly undresses you with his eyes obviously.

”you know…when this whole terrible business is done…I’d be happy to give you a VIP spot in my club for the night….i’ll show you a great time”

he caresses your arm and you slap it away “how about instead….” You lean in to whisper to him and you spot how excited he gets “you show me the bathroom the victim bled from her eyes and ears from huh?” He shudders at the mention of the incident and you wonder if that’s guilt or disgust, when your disgust towards this guy turns into excitement when you hear-

“I’ll show her Thane don’t worry”

Sean….you could recognize that voice anywhere damn these Hotchner men and and their hot ass voices that get you going. You turn to see Sean smiling at you brightly despite alll the loss and horror he had seen the last few weeks, he smiled like he was genuinely excited to see you and it was nice to feel so wanted. You smile “thanks that would be great” the moment Thane leaves you and Sean walk together to the woman’s bathroom and you nudge his arm and smile “its good to see you Sean…” you see his breath hitch as you look up to him and he smiles a shy cutest smile as he looks at you with those heavenly blue eyes “you too y/n …I didn’t know if you’d be happy to see me or-“

”of course I’m glad to see you hun…I’m sorry its been so long just when you had a girlfriend I- “

you see the hurt in his eyes and you wanna beat yourself up so you try to change the subject “so…tell me what happened don’t hold anything back”

Sean tells you the whole thing but you can tell he’s holding back as you both stand by the last stall where apparently her and Thane were making out “we figured she needed some air so we took her outside and that’s when she … welll….you know” he’s lying, you can tell, and something tells you she probably died in the bathroom but that cocky manager didn’t want to be connected in any way. “Okay so be honest here….she was clearly drugged with acid and some other substance….is there a chance your manager could have slipped her the acid in her drink or something?” He scoffs unexpectedly with absolute hatred “yea…there’s a chance and likely, he’s done it before but never like this, I don’t think he did it this time, he was genuinely shook up” you can tell the dislike for this guy seeps through Sean but then you consider what he says “wait he’s done it before though? And you didn’t do anything about it?” Your attitude that you usually reserve for Hotch starts to come out as he rolls his eyes at you “and what was I supposed to do y/n? I need this job” his voice starts to raise to match your attitude “so you just let these girls get drugged as your boss takes advantage and gets his rocks off!?” You feel your cheeks heating with red hot anger and your dislike for Thane only solidifying “what!? You’re blaming me now? For fuck sakes I have done something! He swore he stopped pulling that shit! I need this job, everyone does here, we don’t have the luxury of a government job ya know? No one can say anything to Thane so I don’t need your judgement agent-“ his sarcasm and anger with “agent” reminds you of Hotch during your past arguments and it makes you want to throw up. Your blood boils and you step closer as he does the same. You’re about to say something when you see the pain in his eyes and remember what Hotch told you…Sean…he’s suffered enough and lost a woman he loves because of this.

“I’m …I’m sorry Sean. It’s just been long day…I’m not judging you I promise and-“ you take one of his hands in yours and once again you notice his breath hitch and those blue eyes darken “and I’m sorry Sean…Hotch told me that one of the girls killed was your girlfriend. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been. I’m so sorry and if you need anything or want to talk I’m here for you okay?”

You don’t know what came over you as you feel the seconds in silence pass by heavily but as he smiles gratefully at you, he rubs his thumb on your knuckle, looking at your eyes and then your lips. Maybe it was the moment of vulnerability….maybe because he reminds you so much of his brother and how long it’s been since you’ve gotten any action but he suddenly grabs your waist with one hand with his other hand still holding yours and without a thought his lips are in yours and fuck is it good to kiss someone. you haven’t since that night with Aaron and at this point you need this. You kiss back roughly grabbing the collar of his shirt and deepening it. His tongue already playing with yours as you bite his bottom lip and he moans in your mouth as he starts to squeeze your breasts as he kisses your neck “fuck….yes” you moan as he lifts you onto the sink counter, fitting himself comfortably between your legs and you lower your hand from his hair down to his pants as you palm his hardness through his jeans, his breath quickens as he groans your name and he thrusts into your hand, desperate for more. He grabs your thigh harder trailing his hand up to unbuckle your pants. Without hesitation you wiggle out of your pants as you unbutton Sean’s shirt, kissing his neck and biting “fuck! Yes yes y/n fuck I missed you and your bites” you both laugh “then prove it-“

“What?” He groans

“fuck me like you missed me” you smirk up at him and his eyes are almost all black you could barely see a hint of blue as he groans “fuuuck” he growls and unzips his pants and your already wet for him as he teases your entrance with his tip “damn you’re so wet baby” before you could reply he thrusts in you so hard you feel him in your cervex like a jack hammer and you both moan in unison as he fills you so nicely “fuck yes harder Sean!” As he thrusts in you upwards hitting that spot that makes your legs shake damn these hotchner men and knowing your body so well. You already feel your stomach constrict and your pussy clenches his cock as your climax is at the edge of peaking

“fuck! Yes! Cum for me y/n baby cum for me” as he nibbles your ear to your neck, his pace non stop as he chases his high too and with that final order that sounds too familiar you lose yourself and cum you feel Sean not close behind as he slams his hand on the mirror behind you groaning “fuuuuuck”

you wrap your arms around his neck “its okay…you can cum in me” the shock in his eyes was momentary as it turns to lustful darkness as his pace goes even harder “you-are you sure?”

He asks breathlessly and all you can say is “please” and with that plea Sean loses all control and thrusts so deep inside you, you feel like you feel him in your stomach as he releases. You hug each other breathlessly as he kisses your neck “I definitely missed that” he whispers and you can’t help but laugh “me too” when you feel his phone vibrate and dread overtakes you when you see the name “Aaron” with a picture of him and Jack “shit. It’s Aaron he said he’s gonna want to see me at the station” you start to dress and fix yourself up

”I’ll come with you. I got everything I could from here. Plus we can get some coffee-“ you wink and stick your tongue out “on you of course….gotta show me that New York hospitality” and his laugh breaks through all the pain you’ve been feeling, only for a moment, but its better then nothing “sure thing I’ll drive…”

…

you step into the station, your iced coffee and his coffee with two milk and two sugar in hand. Laughing together until you notice Aaron glaring at you “uh oh problem with big bro. I better go see him…”

“yea I should go help with the profile” before you walk away you hug Sean and whisper “take it easy on your bro and remember everything he asks you is out of care and is needed” he nuzzles his face into your neck for a moment “ill try to keep that in mind….hey y/n?”

”hmm?”

“Could I see you later?” He whispers in your ear and you can’t help but blush at the proximity and as you release each other and look in Hotch’s direction you spot the darkness and heated anger in Hotch’s eyes. You smile smugly at him and wave “sure I’ll text you” and you go your separate ways smiling at Hotch as his eyes don’t stop following you. And you can’t help but feel smug at the obvious jealousy you’ve caused ‘good. After all the bullshit he’s put me through’ you think before Reid and Blake tell you about the geographical profile.

….

you all head to the hotel, Hotch deciding its best to leave Jack at Beth’s during the case. Sean insisted on helping and seeing what information he could get out of Thane via recording him and going undercover. You shoot Sean a text as you get your room key from Hotch and you all head to the elevator

y/n: hey just got my room, wanna come? Can help prep for tommorow ;)

less then a minute later

Sean: Sounds perfect I’ll bring you your iced coffee as a token of my appreciation ;)

”oh ho ho I know that smile….our y/n has some one special” you hear Morgan and you quickly put away the phone as you notice Hotch, Morgan, Reid and Blake looking at you in the elevator. You scoff “nope-just a friend”

“come on now pretty girl you can tell me…have some fun planned?”he winks and you playfully roll your eyes “oh honey you couldn’t handle the fun I’m into” with that the door opens and you all head to your respective rooms. You quickly take a shower, shave, and put your admittedly purposefully sexy lace black bra and panties, your shorts that leaves little to the imagination with your curves and your baggy sweater you’ve had for years since high school graduation.

Knock knock knock

You run to the door without hesitation excitedly opening the door “hey that was quick! I expect that iced coffee as perfect as a French cafe and-“ your heart stops in your throat when you see Hotch, tussled hair, loose tie “wha- Hotch?” You’re confused why he’s so speechless when you remember what your wearing and blush as his eyes roam over your body like you are his favourite meal

“Hotch….whats up?”

Your confusion turns to worry when he finally talks “I just. I just wanted to check in on you and thank you for coming to help me and Sean-“ you could tell there is obviously more he wants to say when

“shit” you whisper

”uhhh Aaron?” Sean steps up with two coffees in hand and the silence makes you want to crawl under your blanket and disappear “Sean? What are you doing here?” Sean looks at you for some signal of what you want him to say but at the moment you’re confused and speechless so Sean exhales deeply “uh y/n just wanted. To help prep me for tomorrow-“

“I told you I’d prep you tomorrow? If you were nervous why not tell me?” There is clear hurt in his tone and it breaks your heart you try and ease the tension “I invited him and offered to pre prep plus I wanted more coffee when have I ever denied free coffee? Plus wanted to catch up we became friends after he visited you in Quantico I wanted to know how you were as a big bro he wanted to know How you were as a boss….turns out not a huge difference” you wink at him and you feel the tensions ease slightly “come in Sean…I’ll see you tomorrow Boss…say hi to Beth and Jack o lantern” and you guiltily close the door on Aaron Hotchner, a piece of your heart breaks with it. Maybe it was seeing Aaron so vulnerable and messy like that, that made you flashback to that night or the reminder that he is probably with Beth right now made you want and need a distraction and here one was in the image of a hot, longing, Sean Hotchner. And you spent that night being distracted over and over and over again. By the end you were so sore you couldn’t get up. And you don’t want too, so you stay under the blankets curled up against Sean’s heat.

2:30 am in the warmth of Seans arms as he gently kisses your shoulder neck cheek lips. You smile back at him “I think you broke me. How am I supposed to work tomorrow?” He laughs in the nape of your neck mid kiss “I Take that as a compliment baby “ you love the sound of that Hotchner laugh its contagious, heart filling, and for you, breaking. But for the first night in a long time you fell asleep peacefully….You wake to banging at your door. Your immediate reaction was to reach for your gun when you hear Aaron’s voice

“y/n its me”

Hotch’s authoritative tone through the door demanding you to open the door but fuck your legs are so sore. Sean casually kisses your shoulder and with his morning voice he rasps “don’t worry I got it” he gives you one more kiss then puts his pants on, remaining shirtless. You quickly check your phone….its only 6:30 what the fuck is he doing here so early? You slowly sit up as Sean opens the door and for a moment Hotch stands in utter shock looking back and forth between his brother and you. Naked you. You lift the blanket to your chest trying to cover yourself, trying to hide your blushes. The shock turns into a mix of anger, and something else you can’t quite place other than dominant possessive-ness and it makes you quiver “just friends huh?” Before either of you could say anything Hotch continues “I was looking for you Sean you don’t believe in answering your phone? Go back to your place, change into your work clothes then meet me at the station so we can set you up…now Sean” before he could protest Sean notices the same thing you did in his older brothers eyes. The look that was best not to push right now

“right just have to get dressed” he quickly puts his shirt on and gives you a quick kiss “I’ll see you later-“ you smile at his kiss and nod. Noticing Hotch standing at the door, the whole time. He lets Sean pass through…barely. And you think he is going to follow him but instead he steps into your room and slams the door shut, the suddenness makes you start and as he stands at the foot of your bed. Eyes deadly on you. You notice just how naked you are and try and stay as under the blanket as possible as he notices your lace lingerie thrown on the floor. Hotch’s eyes turn damn near black as he repeats his prior question “just friends huh?” You swallow. You’ve never been scared of Aaron Hotchner but right now your legs shake from fear and and from how much those eyes turn you on

”well?”

“Hotch I-“

he rolls his eyes and his voice booms “for fuck sakes stop calling me hotch like we are talking about work right now”

”fine…Aaron- me and Sean, we are friends….just with some benefits and -“

”And what!? Friends with benefits with my brother? Out of anyone, my brother!?”

You admittedly see where the upset is coming from but at the same time, now you feel yourself getting pissed. What right does he have to decide who you sleep with? Especially when he is in a whole ass RELATIONSHIP with Beth.

“Would it matter if it was someone else? You act like you wouldn’t be pissed if another random dude answered, we both know you’d still be all pissy!”

Hotch’s face tells you all you need to know. You’re right. “That’s not the Point-“

“that’s exactly the point! Fuck Aaron what do you want from me!? You gett pissed off when I fuck someone else, when I hug someone else when I tease someone else when I flirt…you broke up with me Hotch! Remember? You broke my heart. So I can’t be with you…I can’t be with anyone else what the fuck do you want?” He scoffs even while his eyes start to fill with tears and pain “so it’s either co workers or my BROTHER!? Can’t be anyone else? Maybe the issue is your choice in-“

“Don’t you dare! You have lost the privilege to have any say in who I fuck. And I’m gonna keep fuckin whosoever I want until you man up and choose me or make your choice and stick to it. Cause right now you have no right Aaron Hotchner” you got up off the bed and stop close to him Butt naked but you don’t care even as your voice shakes, your nakedness clearly having an affect on Hotch as you see his growing bulge that just gives you the confidence you need to continue “make your choice Aaron Hotchner. Then talk to me, until then….you can leave so I can get dressed, meet you at the station hotch this conversation is over don’t worry about waiting for me Sean can pick me up” you turn to get your stuff from your bag and you hear Hotch stomp out of the room, slamming the door behind him. No tears this time. You said what you need to say. Now it’s his move, his choice.

….

3 months passed since that conversation in your hotel room. The case ended less then satisfactory. Sean arrested for stealing and selling a couple boxes of the tainted whine (without his knowledge that the wine was poisoned he just needed the money) but with the help of Hotch and yourself assisting and speaking for him in his trial, he got a few months prison sentence then community service. You visit him when you can. Despite everything you and Sean really were friends and decided it was best to stay that way. He reminded you too much of Hotch and it wasn’t fair for him to fuck him because of it. Since the case Hotch went from overly professional to just plain cold avoidng you at all costs ‘guess he made his choice’ you think. It’s 3 months passed with this coldness, right now you needed a distraction and you just want to go out with some friends. Pen and Reid and Morgan to the rescue. Morgan drove you all to some bar and on your second round you are all laughing and talking and dancing when you receive a text from the last person you’d expect

Hotch: where are you?

y/n: um out? Why? is there a case?

you check to see if anyone got a text as well? Heard of a case but everyone shakes their heads “sounds like someone’s in trouble? That’s what happens when you decide to stall on paper work” you flip Morgan off before he laughs off to the dance floor…you laugh and shake your head about to put your phone down when it dings

Hotch: your apartment. now.

at first you just laugh at the audacity and ignore him until he texts again

Hotch: please y/n….i need to talk to you face to face

you roll your eyes in frustration but he hasn’t spoken to you in months, now this? It must be important. You give everyone a hug goodbye and order an uber. When you get to your apartment you think your eyes must be deceiving you when the elevator opens and you see THE Aaron Hotchner sitting in front of your door. Wearing nothing but Sweats and t shirt…he’s never left his home so underdressed you start to worry somethings happened…”Hotch? What’s wrong?” The moment you talk his eyes dart up and he quickly stands, you smile as he fixes himself “yea-I just….we need to talk, can we please go inside?” You nod your head and make quick use of your keys to unlock your door. Hotch less than a step away. You enter and he closes the door behind you both

”want something to drink? Water? Coffee?” You notice the bags under his eyes. His grey sweats loose. His black shirt tight. Deadly combination “uh water please” you quickly get him a cup and yourself “so…what-“

“You”

“what?”

”you told me to make my choice and I did…you, y/n its always been you”

”but Beth-“

“we broke up. She got a job in Hong Kong and I told her she should take it, it was mutual” time feels like it stopped. Like the earth stopped moving. He takes your silence anxiously so he nervously continues “I haven’t done right by you. I’ve regretted the day I ended it since I said those words and I wont make excuses but I’m so tired of us going back and forth y/n I want you I-i-i love you, I need you. I want to be with you. I want you to be with me, no one else, I can’t sleep, the very idea of someone else with you eats me up. Everyday I couldn’t hug you, kiss you, be there for you broke me. No more back and forth…if-that is-if you’ll have me still- I’m all in baby all yours I miss you and so does Jack and-“ you feel every scar on your heart heal, the walls crash down and all you can do is laugh

“Aaron Hotcher stop talking and kiss me already-“

you can see the stress, the nervousness, the pain evaporate from his face and he smiles at you with such love and longing you feel you could fly, a smile you haven’t seen in too long and damn have you missed it. With two steps his body is flush with yours and he kisses you like he’s craved you all theses years, like he needs you, he kisses you like a man starved of your lips, you’re the only cup of water in a desert, and you do the same. You wrap your arms around his neck and gasp as he grabs your ass he takes your gasp as his opening and his tongue is in your mouth intertwining with your own, messy, sloppy, and so fucking hot. His tongue grazes your teeth before he bites your bottom lip hard and you moan in his mouth before releasing you, his gaze makes you melt as he caresses your cheek “i missed you so much” you smirk up at him “prove it…sir” his eyes darken and you feel his hand graze down to your neck gently wrapping around your neck and tightening his grip as you feel your panties soak “oh I intend to sweetheart and this time I’m never letting go, i want to own you and you own me baby”

his hold on your neck tightens and you feel the wetness stick to your panties “good….own me sir and once you do…no more pushing me away Aaron-“ you grasp his shirt collar and his hands lower to your waist “promise me Aaron” he looks at you desperately and you realize the power you hold. Tonight you want to take control. You move his hands and step back. Confusion and half whimper fills his face…you strip slowly before he could talk and his eyes turn black as he licks his lips he reaches for you but you smile and back away “nope. You don’t get to touch me until you promise me Aaron Hotchner. No more pushing me away” his eyes turn loving, he smiles at you like you’re the only person in the world for him “I promise y/n” he slowly stalks towards you like a predator after its prey as he grabs your waist his hands slowly exploring your body, every touch like fire, such a good fire

”I’m all yours baby no more pushing you away….please just forgive me”

his desperation evident and you kiss his neck, you take off his shirt and your hands gently touch every scar on Hotch, his breath hitches and he groans as you start to kiss his scars you look up at Aaron “there is nothing to forgive, you’re here now. We’re together, that’s all that matters” your kisses and touches deepen as you kiss right above the band of his sweats, his hard on evident as you’re on your knees Aarons eyes darken as he moans at your every touch “p-please y/n” his pleading is the hottest sound and you slowly push his sweats down kissing on top of his boxers “I want to be in control tonight Aaron, at least for a bit” he gently touches your cheek and nods “of course babe I’m all yours take me and what ever control you need” with that you quickly stand up

“what are you-“

”I want you in my bedroom” he laughs and takes your hand as you lead him to your room the door closes and you push him to your bed, he sits at the edge and growls as he grabs you close to him, you stand up and put your hands through his hair, his head following your hands like a dance as his eyes roll back and moans as you pull his hair “you’re killing me baby”

you giggle “it’ll be worth it” you lightly pull his hair again as he kisses your breast when you pull his hair he bites at your nipple, “Aaron yes!’ You moan grasping tighter at his hair making him grown as he kisses down your body, biting and leaving bruises…he’s marking you…he’s owning you. Without a thought before you could react Aaron grabs you and lays you down on the bed like you’re a rag doll and he’s on his knees in front of the bed, he pulls you closer, your legs on his shoulder looking up at you for permission feeling his hot breath on your heat already drives you crazy all you could do was nod repeatedly, desperately and with that he smiles and his tongue drags from your entrance to your clit over and over, he teases your entrance with one of his thick fingers, as his tongue makes work with your clit, sucking then using his tongue on your clit you already start seeing stars as his finger enter and then the second, his pace relentless as he curves his fingers up hitting the sponge that makes you see stars as your about to cum your legs shake “that’s right sweetheart cum for me-“ he sucks and lightly nips your clit licking your pussy over and over, your legs shake as you pull his hair for some kind of support as the coil snaps and you clench his fingers, cumming all over them. Hotch fingers you through your orgasm and licks you clean removing his fingers and quickly sucking the rest of your wetness from his fingers. Fuck you need him.

“Aaron fuck me now” he laughs darkly like he was just waiting for you to say that. He quickly goes on top of you and your legs open for him, his body the perfect fit for you. You find the anticipation of feeling him stretch you too much and you move your hips higher just to feel him. He smirks at you pushing you’re waist down “tsk tsk tsk so needy” you start to pout “heyyyy I was supposed to take control today remember”

you whine, both of you knowing dam well he’s in control but right now you need to get fucked you need Aaron “of course sweetheart you’re in control” he winks at you and kisses you as he adjusts himself to your entrance. You stop him “I wanna ride you” his eyes emulate the growl he lets out as he swiftly switches both of you like its nothing, his hand grabbing your waist bruisingly harsh as you grind his cock, loving the friction “fuck y/n how are you so fucking hot” you giggle and blush “you want me sir?” He groans as you continue to grind and tease him your hands on his chest supporting yourself, it feels so good as he nods “yes yes yes y/n fuck I need you”

”mmm beg me sir”

you lick your lips as his grip on your waist tightens causing a hot pain you can’t get enough of “p-please y/n I need to feel your pussy baby fuck-“ you can’t take it you need this just as badly you adjust Aaron to your entrance and without warning he pulls your waist down and you feel every inch slam into your pussy filling you and stretching he hisses as you moan and both of you groan as you ride him “fuck y/n” his eyes roll back as you ride him like your life depends on it. Raising yourself till just the tip is in you and he grabs your waist again slamming you down over and over as you scream and your vision almost fades as his hand begins to move to rub your clit his callused thumb relentless and you feel you might black out with how sensitive your clit feels “that’s it baby cum on me like a good girl” his thumb doesn’t stop even as you grab his hand and that coil snaps as you cum on him “fuuuuck” he growls guttural as you moan his name over and over like a mantra, your head feels dizzy when he grabs you down hugging you to him as he bites your neck and thrusts up to you harder and harder relentlessly you moan and scream his name “that’s it baby, scream my name scream who owns you”

“y-y-you do sir…AARON!” He growls as his pace feels like he is skewering you as he chases his own high and you feel him unravell as he thrusts his seed as deep in you as possible “y/n!” He yells your name and for a moment you both just stay like that in each others arms, breathing, panting, you still feel dizzy. Aaron gently kisses your neck and shoulder all the places he left bruises. He gently moves you laying you down and he goes to the bathroom. Hotch comes back with a warm wash cloth, he gently cleans you up and you can barely move as you raise your arm, pouting, begging for cuddles, he throws the cloth to the side and covers both of you as he puts you in his arms. You face each other as he caresses your arms and face

”I love you”

his gaze never wavering, making you blush, you thought you’d never see that look again, hear those words again. You trail your hand on his chest, then his cheek “I love you so much Aaron” you lightly punch his arm

”ow what’s that for?” He laughs pretending that it hurt

“That! Was for pushing me away!” You smile as you kiss him deeply and he moans in gladness in your mouth “mmm and what was that for??”

“That’s for coming to your senses” he laughs and hugs you “always baby” and with that, you sleep in his arms. Falling asleep with the man of your heart. Realizing that all those problems was worth it because now you’re here, together, against the world.

The End

[lazysoulwriter]

Higher than ever. - Paul Mescal. +18! MDI.

okay thats.... if ur a minor, trust me, read this in another time of your life. feel free to ask me anything!

words: something like 1.3k

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The sun was shining through your curtains, making you wake up from a hot dream with... Your best friend Paul? What the fuck? Your thoughts were confused but your panties are soaked. WHAT THE FUCK? 

Okay... He's hot. You can't help it but your mind leads you to him. To his body. To all the time you guys spend together. The way the touches you, hugs you and do ANYTHING for you. But... You were just friends. That thoughts have to get out of your head. 

You check your phone just to see a message from him. 

"heyo! u up?" 

"yeah yeah" 

"great. coming in 20. gonna bring some breakfast and a FCKNG nice weed that I found"  

You don't even have to answer. He's always like that, coming to your apartment with just a little warning. Never asking. — he doesn't have to, actually. 

You get up and go to the bathroom to push away those dreams, take a fast bath and get ready for the day with comfy clothes – a gym shorts and a white tank top. IT WAS A HOT DAY OKAY. 

You heard him at the door, calling your name instead of ringing the fucking doorbell. 

"Mr Paul Mescal, welcome..." You joke, giving space for him to come in.  

"Hello baby," he places a kiss in your cheek. Always been like that. "All dressed up for me?" He chuckles. 

"Fuck you."  

You guys sit on your couch, and started eating the waffles he brought. You could feel something different in the air.  

"Something happened?" You asked taking a sip from his cup of coffee. 

"No, not actually... Why?" He frowns his eyebrows looking at you.  

"Don't know... You seem... weird." 

"So do you!" He shrugs with a little smile on his face. Looks like HE KNOWS. 

You try to ignore that and keep talking to each other. He takes the things you ate to your kitchen, and come back to you smiling like a child. 

"Oooh you can’t believe what we're gonna smoke right know" He says taking his things out of his pocket. "Can I roll a blunt right now?" 

"Sure! Let's see this shit. 

When he was rolling, you started noticing so much his hands. The way his fingers were doing everything just right... You feel something weird. Again. But when he licks to close it, you felt your core ache. He looked at you immediately, like he fucking knew. "What?"  

"N-Nothing..." You tried to laugh.  

He just shrugged again and light up the blunt. He takes a deep drag and give it to you, that does the same.  

"Okay, okay... that's a good one." 

"I TOLD YOU!" He laughs and bite his lip unconsciously, but it makes you keep reminding of the fucking dream. literally fucking.  

At the end of it, you were both high and laughing at the silliest things you could imagine. His eyes were a little red and he looks so relaxed. He was wearing one of those fucking shorts, showing off his fucking legs.  

"Paul..." you started in a middle of a laugh. "You look really hot in that shorts, you know?"  

He blushes a little, but smile at you. "So do you..." his eyes were on your legs right now. "You look so hot, actually..." he licks his lips and smiles. 

After some minutes of silence, you both knew what's going on and don't even have to verbalize it.  

When you notice, you were on his lap, kissing him desperately. "Hey, hey, hey..." He breaks the kiss to look at you. "Are you okay with this?" 

"Yes, Paul, stop!" You tried to kiss him again, but he won't let you, making you whimper.  

"No... is like..." he stops, trying to find the right words but seems to give up. "I've wanted to fuck you so bad for so long, that if we started, I won't stop."  

Instead of answering him, you just kiss him again, slowly and passionate. You grind on his already hard cock, making both of you moan in each other's mouth. He squeezes your butt just the way you dreamed last night, making you giggle.  

"Are you really laughing? You're such a slut, huh?"  

He takes your right breast on his hand, massaging and then picking your nipple. All in a slow pace, making you crazy. When he's about to do the same with the other, you stood up and look at him. He looks a fucking hot mess. His hard cock against his shorts, his hair... my goodness. Before he can protest, you take off your shirt, showing your pierced nipples that he knew, but never saw. He smirked at the vision, taking one hand to his dick. Looking at you with so much desire in his eyes. You take his shirt off, giving you the perfect vision of that man. He was still giving his dick some strokes before you kneeled in front of him.  

You take his hand away, to replace with yours. He hissed at the sensation. You look at him, with a pure innocent look, receiving a smirk back.  

He opens his legs a little more, giving you more access to him. You caressed his tights and slowly goes to his shorts. "Can you take it a little down for me?" You asked, and he immediately puts his shorts and underwear away, you don't even see where it goes. You never thought he was little, but never thought it was THAT big. You bite your lip while stroking his dick. When you put the tip in your mouth, you could already hear him moaning and taking your hair into his hands. It was so sexy hearing him like this, with his dick in your mouth.  

You could feel your pants soaked with this and you can't help but start massaging your pussy for some friction. You both were already a mess and it was just starting.  

"Get up," he commands with a firmly voice. "Now."  

You obey him, getting up just to be putting on the couch, ass up for him. He slaps your butt so hard you know it was leaving marks for a week. But you don't fucking care. You are a mess in moans when he started to massaging your pussy, that was soaked and ready for a dick like never before. "Can I?" he asks, with his tip on your entrance.  

"Of course, just fuck me already!" 

With those words, the next thing you hear was another slap before his long and thick dick fills you. You both let out a loud moan, it was like heaven. He started slow, but intense. Making you go crazy. You were in a position that you can't see his face, but you exactly how it is. And knowing that is Paul inside of you, after all those years, makes everything better. 

His movements started to get fast, and you feel his strong arms around your waist. The sounds are so erotic. The sound of your wet pussy on his dripping dick, his moans, your moans, everything. 

"Paul... Yes... Like th-OH," You feel your orgasm so close that you can even see anything anymore. "I'm cumming..." You whispered in your breath.  

"I can feel that... That's... Wow.." His pace started to get sloopier, and he turns you around, so you can see each other.  

He still pounding into you, looking right into your eyes. "I'm gonna cum, baby." He said and takes his dick to your stomach, spreading his juice all over your stomach and breasts. 

Before you say anything, he takes you up and take you both to your bedroom, going to your closet and getting a towel to clean you up. Such a gentleman. 

And just then, he lay down your side, still breathing hard.  

He looks at you and smile, taking you to lay down on his chest. 

"Just so you know..." He started. "I've been in love with you since we're teenagers." 

"Yeah... Me too." You said laughing. 

And with some caresses, you both sleep after the sex of your lives. 

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Follow My Lead

Word count- 7.3k

UnexperiencedReader x IdolJeongin

Both are in the military.

Synopsis~ 

Y/N is a veteran of the Army; she's been there since she was 18. She lost a friend a couple of years back, and she's never been the same.

Her sergeant assigns her to silently watch over the smiley boy because everyone can tell he's too friendly.

I mean, Jeongin's new. And he's a K-pop Idol. Some K-pop guy again. You're not even from Korea. You wouldn't know. 

He's so comforting and soft with you. Even though you're his superior, somehow you follow his lead.

!Warning! Y/N refers to Jeongin as Yang. The two of them are (Kinda) enemies to lovers. Y/N is also in a higher rank than I.N. Also, Jeongin is kinda a freak and horny. He likes that she is his boss, but he likes making her submissive. Also, this is from a view of a black reader the word 'nigga' is used like three times

"L/N! Stop with the Alpha Charlie and get to work!" I bit my lip and stayed silent as I tightened my grip on the weapon. I've been in the military since I was 18 years old. I'm about to turn 23 soon, and once again, I'll be spending it in a country I'm not from.

I'm from the States. I joined the military because I had no other option. Free living, free food, free friends, and a good job. 

I was a high ranker, but I didn't let that go around as known. Most people underestimate me, and those who know how high I'm ranked don't say much.

"Uhm, Sarg, Commander wants to see you." I looked at Nigel. He had a faint smirk. "The fuck you do? Hm?" I got up with a huff, "Respect your officer." 

I walked to the commander's office, and knocked, "It's L/N." He answered quietly, "Come in." I walked into the office and saluted, "Yes, sir, how can I help you?" He sighed, "Sit the hell down, Sarg." 

I relaxed in the seat. "I have a new assignment for you. We have a couple newbies coming in, and they need training. You're our lead trainer." 

I sighed, "Sir, I declined the offer years ago. I'm just a Spec." He shook his head, "You've been E6 for a while. You're taking this job."

I tried to stay respectful, but it fell apart. "Don't you think it's a little odd how quickly I became an E6?" He let out a long sigh, "Sarg, you saved our country from a terrorist attack. Of course, it's strange. You need to start doing your duties. Now, I assigned you to take care of Private Yang."

I crossed my arms, "Sir-" He closed his eyes quickly, cutting me off with a swift hand motion. "Kid. No professional bullshit right now, you have to listen. You're forcing my hand. The Colonel is asking me why you haven't fulfilled a single duty I put on you. I can't tell him you ignore his direct orders. I've never asked of you... but you're risking mine and your own neck."

I leaned back in the chair and thought to myself. I was starting to feel the weight of my title crash on me. 

"Fuck. Fine. But just Private Yang. Ask Sergeant Surtees to train the rest of the faction." 

He went quiet before he asked, "Are you doing alright?" I stood up, "You know what happened last time I trained privates. You also know the answer to that question." I walked out of the office to go for a walk on base. 

I had to attend back to my post in about ten minutes. I just needed time to think.

The next day, I was at the office I hadn't been to in almost a year.  It was dusty and messy. The last time I was here, I had a breakdown. Being here was something I never thought I'd do. Yet, here I am. I was coming to pick up my files.

I hadn't trained in two years, so I forgot how to. I had to go back to my notes to see what to get.

I sat in the chair and spun. The squeak sent a shiver down my spine. A flash went through my head.

That day was hard to remember. The loud explosion as I screamed out to my comrade. 

The sound of it imploding on the swing as the rubber seat flew into the air. 

He laid in pieces as chunks of guts and blood pooled on the mulch. The sound of the swing creaking back and forth kept me breathing. A day hard to forget.

A hand waved in my face. I was met with this smiley face. "H-hi." 

My eye twitched, "Yang! You call me Sarg! You approach me as such. You never start a sentence with Hi, you understand me?" The younger boy's smile dropped. "Yes, Sarg." I stood up and said, "We're going to the training grounds, and you're going to do 50 rounds of 10 push-ups."

I looked at him with serious eyes. He ran to the training grounds and began immediately. 

I screamed for about four hours. When Yang stood again, I shouted, "NOW DO FIVE LAPS AROUND THE ENTIRE BASE."

Yang got to running. I sighed while sitting on the floor. I watched my higher-up walk over to me. "Surtees." He laughed, "I haven't seen you train in a long time." I laughed, "I know. Just doing what I'm forced to." 

We talked as we looked over his trainees. Surtees asked, "How long you think he'll make it for?" I shrugged, "He's too smiley, I give him a week. He'll crack." 

Surtees asked, leaning over, "You heard what he did before this?" I looked at him, "He was in the Stray Kids group. He's the youngest." I watched as my trainee was running back from behind the building. 

"You serious?" "Hella." 

My eye twitched again. "I'm dealing with a stuck-up princess then." 

I saw how focused Jeongin was as he ran for the next lap. He wasn't fucking around. 

I did have doubts about his abilities, but he seemed athletic enough.

It had been a week of training. Yang learned to shoot, he learned to run, and he learned to listen.

He picked up on it quickly. His only issue was he was a horrible yeller. 

The kid couldn't respond loud and confident for his life. I was back in my office with a new chair. I asked Commander to get me a new one because the squeaking triggered me.

I had repainted the walls to a pastel green, and the office was decorated with my interest. I was lost in paperwork.

I've done my research on Yang. He's very quiet with his group. He's seen as adorable and thick-skinned. 

It rings true. Yang is resilient...somewhere, but he needs support to stay strong. The boy is probably one of the best when thinking of rookies.

However, I got an email from the colonel. He wanted me to go on a solo mission with Yang for a teaching lesson.

When it came to training, I was the best. Commander still doesn't know much about my past, even before the military, but he knows I'm tough.

I'm tough on everyone I love and hate. That's because I care.

After I completed my office work, I moved to packing up my bags. 

We were to leave tomorrow. I sent one of the trainees to get Yang for me and waited to give him the news. 

"Sarg." I motioned toward the door with my head. "Close it." He closed the door and saluted me. "Sit and relax." 

Though it's horrible, I often let my trainees relax. They're supposed to be soldiers, but nobody can hold a cold face.

"Yang, we have been ordered by the colonel to go on a mission. Can you handle it?" He raised an eyebrow, "What's gonna happen?" 

I blinked at him, "Well, we do a perimeter check and watch. Something could be found." 

He looked confused, "Well, why?" I sighed, "There was a shooting. We're in Korea. We're being sent to keep a special look-out at the crime scene. It might be... a terrorist attack."

His eyes widened, "A gun?" I nodded, "We're being sent out tomorrow. Pack your bags. Be up and ready by 7 o'clock sharp."

He nodded, and I excused him.

I left my room to see Yang already outside. I followed behind him, "Yah! you're early." He saluted, "Yes, I am, Sarg." I let out a small laugh and packed my bags into the trunk.

Yang got into the driver's seat and put his seatbelt on. "You don't wanna stop by anywhere for something to eat?"

He looked at me and read my facial expression. "You're hungry. What do you want to eat?" I felt my face flare with heat. I turned the other way in embarrassment. "I want..." His sigh broke the tension, "Yes?" 

I continued while looking out the window, "I want Chik-Fil-A." He smiled, "We don't have that in Korea. We'll get something else."

I shyly proposed, "Some ramen then."

That was odd. I'm usually not shy like that, but when Yang had the strange dominance over me... I felt something.

He told me I was hungry and asked me where I wanted to eat. That was so hot.

I hadn't spoken the whole ride. Yang turned something on in me. 

I had cornered myself close to the door, squeezed my thighs together, and hadn't turned to him.

Ordering food was what broke the silence. As we ate in the car, Yang started asking me personal questions. Ones I shouldn't answer, but he's just a kid.

"So, your family supported your career?" I swallowed my noodles, "The bills needed to be paid." He looked at me, and there was this glint.

"...Sarg." I confusedly stared at him. His hand reached for my cheek, and I felt his thumb rub across it. 

"You had sauce on your cheek." I looked down at my bowl of ramen. "Thanks." 

Fuck, why did I want him to kiss me?

He continued asking questions. "So, you got a boyfriend or something?" I only glanced at him, "No, never have." 

He smiled, and a chuckle left his chest, "You embarrassed about that?" I sighed, "I... almost did... something happened." 

He ate his kimbap, "What?" My lips moved to a lopsided smile, "He died." 

Yang calmly put his food down. "Why do you always have to be so depressing?" My eyes widened in shock, "Excuse you!" He raised his eyebrows, "Look, you're young! Your life sucks, your friends died! But they wouldn't want you to be grumpy all the time."

"I don't deserve to be happy." His hand landed on my shoulder, "Yes, you do." 

He looked into my eyes. They were so free and genuine. 

I looked away. "Yeah." I had nothing else to say. 

I always forget he's older than me. He's a smiley person and has a younger aura about him. He's so mature and is holding onto this life pretty well.

I huffed, "I'm supposed to be your sergeant. Not your friend." He smiled while he laughed through his nose, "You can be both." 

He put both his hands on the wheel and began to drive off.

When we arrived, we were immediately directed to the crime scene.

A tarp covered the dead body, but not the pool of blood. Yang only looked at me in concern as I reached for his hand.

He entangled his fingers with mine and squeezed. 

I can't do this. I can't... I feel like I'm right back.

I let go and walked off. I felt like I was suffocating. The smell of blood, the quietness, the body... I couldn't take it.

As my chest ran out of breath, I caught myself wishing for Yang. My hands instinctively grabbed my chest as I tried to find the air.

I cried, "Fuck." 

There was silence before a voice behind me made me jump. Yang's eyes followed mine with concern. "Hey, hey, hey. You okay?" I nodded and pushed him away. "I- I can't take this." 

He rubbed the back of his head, "I get it." He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bench. 

"Can we look at the cloud together?" I just nodded along, barely hearing what he asked. I looked up at the morning sky and felt my air return to my lungs.

I felt so small. 

Yang still hadn't let go of my hand. "Your thoughts feel clearer?" I looked down to see him staring. "Yeah... they did." He only smiled, "I won't make you talk about it. I have a member from my group, Han... he has anxiety too." 

I looked down and played with his hand, "It's more like PTSD. I can't see blood or hear that squeak sound... It just reminds me of that day." 

He only listened. "He was my comrade, my friend. The love of my life all at once. I didn't follow orders. My commander told me to stand down. Only one guy was left. At least, that's what we thought. My comrade said two against one was too easy. We ran in, but... he ended up dying. There were four guys in there. I killed them all, yet my comrade still died."

Yang let go of my hand and grabbed my whole body. He scooped me up into a warm embrace. I felt safe in his arms.

"You're with me now." I nodded.

We stayed there in silence. I eventually worked up the courage to go back.

We were there all night and were both too tired to drive back. I ended up getting us a one-bedroom. Two beds in one room. It was an overnight stay, and we'd be up and back on our way that morning. 

I let my commander know we'd be back late. When we got to the room, I smacked right on the bed. "Be up by 7."

I didn't hear a response, but I went straight to sleep.

I woke up in a sweat. I shot up and felt my lungs gasping for air. "Sergeant?" I turned to the other bed to see Yang fully awake. 

"Ah, sorry." He turned on the bedside lamp. "come here." He flipped the cover over in an inviting manner. 

I sat on my bed for a moment, thinking. 

Is this okay? He's my subordinate... But I need to sleep.

I sighed and got up. I walked over to Yang's bed, and he pulled me closer. His warm breath tickled my ear, "Sleep well." 

When I woke up, my cheek was squished against his chest, and his hand held onto my shoulder. My hand lifted me from his chest. 

His eyes opened sharply. I smiled, "It's just me." He smiled and swooped a loc from my face. He tucked it behind my ear, "Good morning." 

I felt my heart tingle. I pushed away, "Get ready. I'll drive us back." I slammed the door shut and walked to the convenience store. 

No way am I falling for a subordinate. Not happening. The last time I fell for someone here, they died. Plus, he's an idol... he won't be able to make this public.

I grabbed the convenience store food and went to pay for it. The cashier mentioned, "You look upset." I looked up at him. "I am." He smiled, "Maybe a stranger could help."

I huffed, "I'm his boss. I like him." He looked at me with shock, "Oh... well." 

I gave him a defeated smile, "I told you so. I'm hopeless." There was a silence before he just responded, "Hey, you never know... You know Blackpink?" 

I gave him a blank stare, "Nigga... I speak Korean fluently. What are you trying to say?" "You never know until you try." 

I laughed, "That's not what the song is about." He shrugged, "I don't listen to them." My eye twitched, "I can tell. Thanks for the useless advice."

I walked out with my bag of supplies and back to the hotel. Yang was walking out. "Yah, I got us food." 

I handed him the bag, "How'd you know... you got all my favorite stuff." I shrugged, "Just eat." I got in the car, and the first thirty minutes were quiet. 

That was until Yang burped. "UGH! What the fuck, Jeongin!" He turned to me quickly, his eyes wide. "What did you just call me?" 

My eyes stayed glued to the road, "I don't know what you're talking about." He said, "Please, call me that a lot."

It had been about two months since that whole situation. Yang had been wondering why I hadn't been talking to him. Plainly because I don't want to.

That whole situation with having to calm me down, cuddle me, and feed me... it felt too personal. 

I finished my report and heard a knock on the door, "Y/N, it's Surtees. Let me in?" I sighed, "Come inside, it's fun inside." He laughed as he walked in.

"Why are you singing Mickey Mouse?" I just laughed. Surtees sat, "I don't know how, but that Yang kid is already at the top of his class. They're thinking of promoting him." I let out a half smile, "He's a good kid." 

Surtees crossed his arms, "What happened on that mission, Y/N?" I squinted at him, "I told you." He rolled his eyes, "I don't think you're telling me everything." He leaned back in his chair.

I looked away from him to 'finish' my paperwork. There was a long silence. The only sound was sheets of paper swinging in the air. 

"Y/N." 

I looked up to see Surtees staring at me. "You serious about this being your last couple of months?" I sighed, "I can't take it anymore. My friend died here. When I did that mission with Yang, I couldn't take it. I'm weak. Too weak to protect the country." 

Surtees said, "Ah, so that's what happened." I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" His smile spread, "You had a panic attack in front of the trainee, and now you're too embarrassed to talk to him."

I looked down, frustrated. "Y-yeah." Surtees only laughed. "You know the kid has a crush on you, right?" I looked up, appalled, "What?!" He held his stomach as he hunched over from laughter. 

"What are you talking about?" He smiled, "He's obsessed with you. He even came to ask why you haven't spoken to him." 

I felt my body tense as I thought about him holding me tight that night at the hotel. 

I didn't want to... but I think I really like him.

I shook my head, "That's... not right." Surtees said, "I think you should go for it. It's clear you're able to be vulnerable with him." 

I shook my head, "No! I shouldn't!" Surtees sighed, "Why? He's not going to die at war like your friend did. It's okay to fall in love again."

I shook my head, "But... Avery died because of me." Surtees smile had depleted. He looked at me, feeling sorry. I hated the pity, but it felt nice to be cared for.

"Y/N, you should sign up for the therapy they have here. You should also let Yang take you out. Maybe it's what you need."

I took his word as I silently cried. The tears fell from my cheeks, and Surtees stood up. "I know you hate when people see you cry. I'll see myself out." He patted my head and walked out. 

Surtees was always like an older brother. He was ahead of me by age and the system. I was one of the younger ones here. 

And that's thanks to the misfortune I suffered at 17.

I ended up huddled up in my office for about three hours. I eventually got up to quickly get something to eat. 

When I walked out to get some fast food on base, I was met with Yang. He was standing outside the convenience store alone. 

"You're supposed to be sleeping." He laughed, "Can't sleep when my friend ignores me." 

I glanced at him and walked past him. I was quick to get my food, but on my way out, Yang shouted to me, "Call me Jeongin... one more time." 

I turned around to look at him, "Excuse me?" He said, "Just once... I-I'd like to go out with you."

My eyes widened, "Yang, you're crazy." He asked, "Please? I want to be the person you want." I held my breath as I stared. My heart was racing, and my hands were shaking. 

"Y/N, you should sign up for the therapy they have here. You should also let Yang take you out. Maybe it's what you need."

Surtees's voice rang in my head. 

"Sure. But don't try to fuck me on the first night." He laughed, "No promises. When are you free?" 

He said, "Tomorrow, all day." I smiled, "Fine, let's meet at five." He smiled, "At the small pond, with the fishes." I nodded absentmindedly. I turned around and walked home. 

The next day, I had on civilian clothes. It wasn't often I wore an outfit, but I did today. 

I don't understand, but I wanted to impress Yang.

I wore a thigh-high dress, some white sneakers, and white socks. My locs are in a quick bun with the two front strands out to frame my face. 

I exited my place to see Nigel at my door, "Really?" He looked me up and down and said, "So Yang really did ask you out."

I embarrassingly punched him in the shoulder, "Shut up! Respect your Sergeant." 

He crossed his arms, "Looks to me like you're playing civilian. A civilian just punched a military officer." I furrowed my eyebrows as Nigel continued, "You don't look good. You look like a bodybuilder in a dress."

I had nothing to say. 

Do I?

He snickered, "Enjoy your date." I walked away with a new insecurity. 

Am I too big? Am I too buff? My job requires me to work out, but am I too muscular?

My thoughts were clouded as I made my way to the park. I saw Yang there with flowers. He was stylish. "Hi Y/N." 

My eyes widened. 

I'm not used to hearing my name. "Oh, hello." He smiled while handing me the flowers, "Come sit." 

I finally took a look at my surroundings. Jeongin made a little makeshift picnic. "It's not Chik-Fil-A, but I tried." 

I smiled and carefully sat down. "You look good in yellow." I tucked my loc behind my ear, "Thanks." 

He smiled back and looked at me. I wasn't paying attention when he started talking because I was thinking hard.

He said I looked good in yellow. Do I look good in the dress? I shouldn't eat, I should lose the weight then. I don't want to look huge. I need to get muscular but dainty. What meal plan do I have to follow to get like that.

"Y/N!?" I blinked as I looked at Yang. "You okay? You spaced off completely. I called your name like five times. Am I boring you? You wanna go somewhere else?" 

I shook my head, "No-no! You already set up." 

Jeongin said, "What's on your mind?" His voice got soft when he asked. It made my heart flutter when the concern bubbled from his throat.

"Nothing." He crossed his arms, "C'mon. Age-old tricks get you nowhere. What's wrong?" He smiled as he waited for an answer. 

I played with my fingers in my lap and whispered, "Just something stupid Nigel said." He leaned in, and I couldn't help but notice how buff his arms were. "What'd he say?" 

"I look like a bodybuilder in this dress."

He quirked his eyebrow, "You surprise me. Didn't take you as someone naïve." I looked up at him in shock. 

"Yes, your arms are a little muscular," He leaned over to squeeze them, "But you're still tiny." He kissed my cheek, "Now eat. I worked hard to beg Minho to make these chicken sandwiches."

I was still shocked by the kiss. I came up with a conversation, "Minho is your bandmate, right?" He nodded as he chewed his sandwich. 

"Second oldest hyung. I'm the maknae." I nodded, "What's it like being famous?" 

He looked up at me, "It feels like I have these guardian angels around me all the time. It feels like a higher power is protecting me. When I go out, people recognize me. I can tell even when they don't come up to me. If something happened to me, my fans got my back." 

I smiled, "You actually love your fans?" He nodded excitedly, "... It's like when your favorite cousin comes over for a sleepover." I laughed, "I get that." 

I ate the chicken, "Wow, this is good. Is Minho single?" He squinted his eyes, "Not funny, will never be funny." I smiled, "I'm kidding."

I thought, "Would I get to meet them? Your bandmates?" He nodded, "Them before my parents." I laughed, "Probably for the better." 

He raised an eyebrow, "What about you? When do I meet your parents?" 

I smiled, "Well, they're both dead, but we can meet their graves in America." Jeongin pouted, "I walked into that. How'd it happen?"

I said, "Bank robbery." I popped a strawberry in my mouth, "I was 17 when it happened. I had to go into foster care and got kicked out the day I turned 18. Came to the military to get money."

He nodded along, "That's upsetting. I get why you don't trust people then." 

I nodded, "Not even. It was just a traumatic time. I felt like life was so unfair. I was still grieving, and to be homeless while trying to go to high school was not fun. I got bullied." 

He furrowed his eyebrows, "That's super fucked up." I smiled, "I got suspended because I fought the whole group of girls and won. My dad was an ex-convict, so I know how to prison fight." 

Jeongin laughed, "And there it is." I smiled, "Not a Y/N story until I get slick at the mouth with someone." 

Yang laughed, "I love your slick-ass mouth. It's hilarious." I laughed, "You like bratty girls, don't you?" He shrugged, "You're gonna have to find out." 

I rolled my eyes, "Might have to find more than one thing in the bedroom." I sipped my water, and he laughed. "Trust, you make me so hard that it grows three times the size!" 

I laughed back, "Did you just admit to having a small penis, Yang?" He leaned closer, "I told you, my name is Jeongin." He kissed me deeply and slowly.

My arms wrapped around his neck as he slowly pushed us on the blanket. His hands kept him above me as one lifted the already short dress higher up my thigh.

"Mm~" He smiled against my lips as he kissed me again, "You like that?" I nodded, and he looked down, "You like being touchy, don't you?" I nodded again. "Fuck. You're so adorable when you're under me." 

He pulled away and sat up. "I have to keep my composure with you. You're dangerous." He pulled the corner of the blanket onto his lap. 

He was right about how fast and big it grows. It was huge.

I bit my lip and looked away, "I should probably tell you, I've never had sex before." He smiled, "I can tell. I'll make sure you can handle it."

I giggled at the thought of it. Jeongin cheesed, "Oh, you're a nasty girl."

"You'll just have to find out."

We'd been together for a couple weeks now. We'd sneak around and mess around. It was honestly so fun with Jeongin. 

Jeongin was actually a funny person. We had each other's sense of humor. He was also very lively and had a HIGH sex drive.

The two of us hadn't done IT yet. Mostly because I'm scared to. He hasn't mentioned it. He always stops when it gets too far or when I cum from his fingers. 

He's a patient man. Even though there will be times he invites himself into my office to display his boner. He won't mention anything.

Only a few know about what's going on between us. Everyone knows not to fuck with me because I'll have you on cleaning duty, and you'll be starting with the kitchen refrigerator. 

"Sergeant L/N, it's your boyfriend." I rolled my eyes, "What the fuck do you want Nigel." 

He walked in and sat on my seat, "You know Yang cursed me out after saying you looked buff in a dress. Ah, fun times. Now, we have an assignment. There's a new gen of trainees. They want to make you train a team." I sighed, "I don't want to, but fine, I guess." 

I smiled to myself while thinking of Jeongin. He'd been on my mind all day. He said he had something planned after work for me. He always gives me his time and attention. 

"Stop thinking of your boyfriend and take this folder of paperwork. It had the trainee's background at Bootcamp." 

I nodded, looking at the first page, "Ah, this person cried and peed himself on the second day? Jesus. Why does Commander give me all the weak ones." 

Nigel laughed, "Because your softness on them makes them tough." I bit my cheek, "Alright, get out." He stood snickering and left the room. 

I was only sitting on this for five minutes before I heard another knock on the door. 

I opened the door, "Nigel, what the hell do you want now-" 

Jeongin smiled and pulled me into a tight hug. "I finished early. Now, give me a kiss." I wiggled my head out of his tight headlock and kissed his cheek. 

He kicked the door behind him, "A real one." I laughed and kissed him for real. His lips were soft, and his breath was light on my top tip. 

He sucked in a breath, and his hands traveled to my waist. He lifted his shirt, and I gasped. "Here?!" He turned around and locked the door. 

"Whose gonna know?" I laughed as he lifted me onto my desk and kissed down my neck. I moaned as he lifted my shirt. He threw it on the floor and sucked on the hickeys he left last time.

He unzipped my pants and rubbed his thumb over my clit. "You couldn't even wait for tonight?" He smiled, "Because you looked so good today. You look so good in uniform." I bit my lip as he kissed my ear.

I felt his fingers dip into my panties. My legs spread absentmindedly. "Fuck, you're so submissive to me." I leaned back, using my hands to prop me up on the desk. "It feels good." 

"Can you sit on my face tonight?" I nodded, moaning to his rhythm. 

He was always slow and steady. Always curling his fingers until it hit my gummy spot. 

My stomach started to feel tight as he sped up. "I love it when you make that face for me. You're about to cum on my fingers? Hm, baby?" I nodded as I felt myself about to release.

I held his shoulder to keep me steady. He pulled his fingers out and flipped me over my own desk. 

He pulled down my pants and dug his face into my pussy. I moaned as his tongue swiped over my clit. 

"Shit. Innie, I'm cumming." He only dug his fingers deeper into my hole. I covered my mouth as I came all over his fingers. Jeongin licked me clean, "Give me your underwear." I stepped out of my underwear. "They're so wet. You're so nasty. Letting me take you in your office." 

I turned around, and he pressed a kiss on my lips. He kissed me harder as his big hands wrapped over my ass. He tightly squeezed it and let go. My ass jiggled from his release. 

"You have such a pretty ass. Pretty stretch marks, pretty skin... from my pretty girl." I bit my lip, feeling shy. "You like my stretch marks?" 

He smiled and gave me another kiss, "You're gonna get more when I get you pregnant. If you don't like them, you better start now." 

I had put on my clothes and was ready for this makeshift date Jeongin had made up.

He kicked out his roommate and made a movie night. It is endearing. I sat on his office carpet floor, and he pulled me into a cuddle. 

"You wanna watch Ponyo again?" I smiled, "I love how you always wanna watch my movies. What do you wanna watch?" He thought, "I heard 'The Challengers' with Zendaya was pretty good." 

I turned to him, not having it, "Either you love Zendaya, or you just wanna watch sex movies with me." He smiled, "Euphoria wasn't a movie." I rolled my eyes, "Baby, we already did stuff three days ago, two days ago, yesterday we did it four times, then today, and you wanna do it even more?! I'm exhausted." 

He looked at me seriously, "You want me to calm down?" I could tell he was taking it to heart, "I-uh...no." He clicked his tongue, "That's what I thought. Now, pick a movie." I sheepishly smiled and turned on Ponyo.

I'm predictable, I know!

We sat together watching it. We ended up moving to the couch and spooning. Jeongin was a little spoon, mostly because I liked being pressed against the back of the sofa. I felt safer here. My arms were on his shoulder as I watched from behind his big frame. 

Jeongin said, "This is my favorite part for some reason." Sosuke walked outside to see the water reaching the doorway. I smiled as I reminisced. 

This movie got me through a lot. 

"Ah, I love when the boat gets big because of her magic!" Jeongin turned to me, "You are so cute." I pouted, "When will you see me as sexy?" 

"When you take all your clothes off." 

I rolled my eyes and shoved my hand on his face. I turned his head, "Watch the movie horn-hog."

Honestly, I liked that he was so horny all the time. It was so attractive. He said, "You look so cute in my clothes. How am I supposed to contain myself?" "By watching the movie." 

Jeongin said, "You think I don't notice when you mouth the words?" 

He turned to me with that smile. He lifted me onto his lap, and my middle felt how hard his dick was.

"It's so cute when you do that. How many times have you seen this?" 

I smiled, "219 times." He laughed, "That's like 3% of your life dedicated to this movie."

I said, "Actually, 2.7%. I did the math. This movie reminds me of my childhood. How good I had it, how big my imagination was. How big the world seemed." 

He cupped my cheek, "The world is big." I scrunched my nose and leaned down to kiss him. Both my hands kept me propped on his big chest.

"Your dick is bigger." He smiled, "That's my girl." 

He flipped us over instantaneously, "You wanna feel it for me?" I laughed, "Not in the living room." He sighed while scooping me up bridal style and threw me on the bed.

"What about in my room?" He smiled at me as I crawled over to the edge of the bed. 

He bent down on one knee to meet my eyes, "Cutie, you wanna try today?" His eyes were sincere. 

"Trying going all the way? Y-yeah." 

He smiled, "No pressure. You can always tell me when to stop." 

He smiled at me as he pushed me on the bed gently. I expected him to be rougher. 

He's all talk. He's actually the sweetest and gentlest baby ever.

He loves to take care of me too.

He slid off his sweatpants from my body. "Always wearing my clothes." I nodded as he kissed my neck.

I let out a soft moan as he dug his fingers into my hole. "You're still stretched out. But I'll need to add another finger." 

He shoved in a third finger, and I moaned out in pain. "Nng~" He whispered between my legs, "I know, baby." 

He looked up, "You feel comfortable taking your shirt off?" I nodded as I pulled it off.

Jeongin's lips teased my clit. He kept flicking it. I bit my lip when I felt his other hand slide to my chest. 

He rolled my nipple between his big, callased fingers. 

"You feel good, baby?" I could only whimper, "Mhm~" 

I felt my stomach growing a knot, "I'm gonna cum soon." He let out a soft sigh, "Cum for me, baby. I can't wait to watch you shake under me." 

I loved how much of a talker he was in the bedroom. He always pushed me to the edge with his words. "Your sweet pussy is gonna cum all over my fingers, hm?" I nodded as he went faster. 

My moans only got longer as I squeezed my thighs around his head. "Ah~ I-I'm gunna... mmm~" I came on his fingers.

He pulled away, "I can't lick you clean today, I need that for me." He looked me over before kissing my nose, "I'll be back." He walked to his bathroom and came back with a pack of condoms. "Not sure how long until I wear you out, I brought three condoms." 

I shook my head in disbelief. I knew he was only half joking.

He slid his pants down. His dick was so hard. "Can you put it on for me, baby?"

Fuck yes.

I crawled over, now in only a bra. I pulled down Jeongin's boxers and watched his dick spring out.

It slapped his stomach as it touched right above the belly button. It was huge, I've never seen his dick before. It was pale, and the tip was pink. 

I put it in my hand as I felt it throb.

His hand immediately gripped my head as he observed me. 

I carefully slid on the condom. I never put one on before, so I struggled a bit. Jeongin groaned as he watched.

"Fuck, your so cute." He grabbed both wrists with one hand and moved his hand from my head. He slid on the condom, and his head dove back.

My warm palms were right back on his dick. "Fuck, Y/N. What are you doing?" I slid his long and thick dick in my mouth.

I kept going until it reached the back of my throat. 

"Fuck! Yes, baby, take it." I moaned as my eyes fluttered closed. "Fuck, your throat feels so good, baby." 

My hands were on his thigh as I sucked on his tip. Jeongin had put his hand back on my head. 

"Just like that." He pushed my head back and forth. 

"Let me fuck your throat. I want to watch you gag on me." I let his dick drag on my tongue as I looked at him with my doe eyes. 

He bit his lip, trying to keep his composure. He grabbed my chin and kissed me hard.

"Put it back in your mouth, baby." I grabbed his dick and started sucking it. He held my head steady as he thrust deep into my throat. 

Apparently, I don't have a gag reflex. Jeongin's dick slid right into my throat. 

His tip grazed against my front teeth, and I felt him shiver. "Oh fuck. Just like that baby." I swirled my tongue around his dick as my other hand massaged his balls. 

His grip on my locs tightened. His thrust got quicker as he began to groan. "Oh yeah, baby. Let me destroy that pretty little throat." 

He never was usually like this. Jeongin has always been a gentle horn monster. Hearing him speak like this to me made me hot and bothered. 

My fingers traveled to my pussy as I began to finger myself to his fast-paced rhythm. "Fuck yes, baby. Touch yourself to me." 

He went faster, but his thrusts were shallow. I started gasping with every moan, which led him to pull out a little.

Jeongin squeezed his eyes shut as he began to let out a long moan. "Fuck Y/N, I'm cumming." 

He came in the condom, and I watched as it leaked through the condom. I swiped my finger across his twitching dick and licked my finger.

He tasted salty.

Jeongin then pushed me on the bed, "It's your turn, I'm gonna fuck you so deep and slow, you won't know your own name."

I pulled off the used condom and put on a new one. Jeongin gripped my wrist and put the fingers I used to finger myself in his mouth. 

His tongue swirled around my fingers, and I moaned.

He positioned his dick into my pussy and shoved it in there.

I felt the immediate stretch. I felt so stuffed like my pussy was about to pop.

I squeezed my eyes closed and let out another pained whimper. My hand dropped from Jeongin's mouth, and he kissed my cheeks.

"You okay?" I nodded, "Yeah, you're just really big." He smiled gently, "Am I too big, or are you super tight?" He kissed my forehead, "Relax for me. It'll feel better." 

He slowly pulled out and thrust back in. My hand gripped his shoulder. "Agh~" He panted, "Fuck your tight little pusy is squeezing around me." 

I moaned as his thrust gotta a little rougher. His dick was already hitting my gummy spot. 

I muttered, "Faster." My body was shaking from pleasure as he picked up the pace. Already, my stomach was tying the knot around him. I let out loud moans. 

I felt like I was peeing as this wet substance sprayed out of me. I started to shake uncontrollably.

Jeongin pulled out quickly and kissed my neck, "You feel good, don't you, baby?" I nodded as I continued to ramble incoherent words in pleasure.

My body relaxed as Jeongin rubbed my thigh. I said sadly, "Did I just pee?" He smiled, "No, babe. You were so aroused that you squirted."

I looked away from him. He continued, "That's a good thing." 

I huffed, "Can we keep going, or does that mean we have to stop?" He cheesed, "Do you wanna keep going?" 

I nodded, "I do." He smiled and towered back over me. He positioned himself back in, but this time his dick popped right in. The pain was thin between pleasure.

I let out another moan, and he sunk into me. I bit my lip as he thrust into me at the same pace. He whispered in my ear, "I won't lie. Watching you squirt was the hottest thing I've ever seen you do."

I let out a laugh, but it turned into a moan as he roughly slammed into me. 

The knot got tighter as I curled into him. My neck dove back, and Jeongin took it as the perfect opportunity to suck on my sweet spot. 

I felt myself starting to cum all over again. "Ah~ I'm gonna cum Innie." He thrust faster as he rubbed my thighs in a circular motion. 

I balled the sheets into my hands and felt myself cum. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my back arched.

"Fuck!" I squeezed around Jeongin's dick leading him to twitch. But he didn't cum. 

He let me ride out my orgasm, and relax a little before the next round. Instead, he held me mid-air, and my legs hooked on his shoulder. He was slamming into me quickly. My moans were loud in his ear as he panted from his rhythm.

"Oh fuck! You're so deep~" My body swung into the air and collided with his stomach. The squelching noises of my pussy were loud in the air. 

He sighed as he started to throb in me. He carefully placed me on the bed and fucked me from behind. My face was digging into the sheets as he slapped my ass hard. 

We were at least on the third condom by now. My legs shook as I cried out, "Fuck, I'm cumming!" He said with a satisfied groan, "Me too, baby girl." 

Our moans harmonized as I fell over. Jeongin plopped onto the bed and caught his breath.

"You're such a good girl." He cupped my cheek and kissed me deeply.

We cuddled that night all night long. When I woke up, he was there, and with breakfast.

We traveled together to America on leave, and he visited my parents. And we ate Chik-Fil-A because I cried the whole car ride back.

That was the day I told him I loved him too.

[mvlionheart]

I don't know the other guy with the glasses is from but always love to get a meal from you so ready chef.

The photo in question. That is Thierry Neuville, he's the current WRC world champion. WRC just started, they're racing in Monaco this weekend. He's having a rough weekend after a crash and electronics issues. An (explicit) chef's table exclusive snippet under the cut:

“So how does he handle?” Thierry asks, taking a sip of his beer and letting the chilled fizz wet his mouth. He imagines getting his hands on that luxury bodywork, exploring the lines and curves, learning the feel of each input’s reaction.

“Unbelievable, for those with the right touch—and equipment.” Max reaches over and palms the front of Thierry’s jeans without hesitation. “A premium experience. Unparalleled in terms of pace and reliability. I think you’re going to enjoy the ride.” 

“This is unacceptable,” Charles barks into his phone across the room.

Thierry gulps down another drink and nods, he can’t disagree with Max’s assessment. Getting his hands on this particular piece of machinery occupied Thierry’s mind on a few occasions since 2019. 

Learning that the ride belonged to another world champion, and being offered an exclusive test drive, had come as a welcome surprise. An invitation he had not delayed accepting. 

Max continues to rub Thierry’s hardening dick through coarse denim, then purposeful fingers free the button and drag down his zipper. 

“You will fix this. Do not call me again about it until it is done.” The heated tone and direct order are punctuated by Charles ending the call and looking toward the couch. “I see that you two are quite content, shall I give you space?” He snaps as he tosses his phone on the cushion and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Charlie, please be nice in front of our guest. The invite was your idea.” Thierry watches Max suppress a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, but there’s no tension in his body and he hasn’t stopped moving his hand. In fact Thierry can’t seem to keep his hips from lifting against the pressure, even as he breathes and watches Charles with nervous interest. 

The response comes in three parts: An eye roll, the middle finger, and then Charles crawling across Max’s lap to capture Thierry’s mouth in an eager kiss. He smells like a beach breeze, like summer, and he tastes like vanilla mint. It’s more intoxicating than the beer he’d been drinking. The slide of their tongues ignites a new fire in his stomach, a raw need that’s made electric under the weight of Max’s gaze. 

The sound of Max’s raspy chuckle tickles his ears as he withdraws his hand, the friction is barely missed before Charles is curling his fingers into the hem of Thierry’s shirt and pulling it off. 

Charles shoots a pointed look in Max’s direction, it’s all that’s needed to communicate in a language Thierry doesn’t understand. Even if he could puzzle it out, he’s immediately distracted by the graceful way Charles moves out of Max’s lap, shifting over to straddle Thierry’s thighs. His body is lithe and gorgeous, carved from years of hard work, and Thierry can’t keep his hands from reaching to claim Charles’ waist, dragging him in for a deeper kiss. 

He feels the hand slide up the back of his neck and into his hair, it sends a shiver down his spine, but he’s not braced for the way Charles tugs his head back, his scalp stinging in protest as his dick twitches.

“Would you like to inquire again?” Charles asks, pulling away and placing a hand on Thierry’s cheek to keep his focus as Max gets up and disappears around the back of the couch. 

“Inquire?” He answers, confused and immediately lost in Charles’ bright green eyes. They sparkle as he grins, dimples framing the teasing expression. Thierry’s lungs suddenly feel empty and his grip tightens. 

“How does he handle, you asked?” It’s said while Charles reaches into Thierry’s jeans, fingers slipping beneath his boxers, exposing his rising excitement to full view. “He's never had any complaints.”

“Varying reports on that,” Max says as he rejoins them. “Great in the wet, but sometimes a little difficult to warm up.” 

Charles shoots Max a glare and holds out an expectant hand. He’s rewarded with a drizzle of lube splashing his palm. “Maybe you just don’t have the right touch,” Charles replies at the same time he wraps his hand around Thierry’s cock and starts to pump.

[grimst4rs]

“You’re going sit still. You don’t want me to trim you patchy, do you?”

Fleamont Potter was standing behind him — and maybe Sirius’ heart was hammering in his throat as he glanced up to the man, salt-and-pepper hair and glasses perched up on his nose. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his arms, and his lips were parted into a smile.

And his smile — Merlin, his smile. It was kind and warm and disarming in a way Sirius wasn’t used to. It sent a pang straight through him, a heat that rose up his neck and settled in his cheeks. Sirius quickly dropped his gaze to his lap, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“No,” Sirius answered, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Snip.

His mother had finally stopped nagging him about his hair. Too long, too improper; that’s what she’d said, before she realised that her son would not listen to her, too stubborn to.

He had finally managed to look the way he wanted to. And now he threw it all away. A new beginning. A new him, unchained from his past, his family, the boy he used to be. A new man he would become.

He should’ve felt vulnerable, but in the warm rays of the summer sun, sitting on one of the tall chairs in the Potters’ kitchen, he felt… free.

Fleamont combed through another section of his hair, and Sirius felt the cool, fleeting graze of fingers along his collarbone. He watched his hair fall off his shoulders, to the floor.

“You’re doing good, Sirius,” Fleamont murmured, breaking the silence again. His voice was soft, almost affectionate. Sirius let out a small breath he hadn’t know he was holding.

The sound of the scissors was sharp and rhythmic, cutting through the quiet of the kitchen. Sirius forced himself to sit still; every so often, Fleamont’s fingers brushed against his skin again, featherlight touches as he tilted Sirius’s head or combed through another section of his hair. Each touch sent something through him, and Sirius hated the way it made him feel — seen, something he wasn’t sure he was quite comfortable with yet, but also something else he couldn’t quite really name.

Fleamont stepped back for a moment, adjusting the clippers in his hand, and Sirius dared a glance upward. The older man’s sleeves were still rolled to his elbows, exposing strong forearms that made Sirius’ stomach churn. He looked away, feeling something strange pool in the lower part of his stomach. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus on the sound of the clippers instead of the warmth radiating from Fleamont’s hands.

“There,” Fleamont said after a while. “All done.”

Sirius exhaled deeply and stood, running a hand over his head. The short hair felt strange under his fingers, unfamiliar but… right. He caught sight of himself in the mirror; the person staring back at him didn’t look like the boy his mother had tried so hard to make him be.

He didn’t look like the heir of the Black family, groomed and polished to perfection. He looked sharper now, rougher around the edges. Someone different, someone he might want to be.

He looked like him.

He looked up to the older man, who gave him an appreciative nod.

“It looks good on you,” He grinned, his voice warm, reminding him of James.

“Thank you,” He grinned, lopsided and unsure, trying to figure out why Fleamont’s smile made him feel a certain way.

fleamont buzzes sirius' hair when he runs away and that's sirius' gay awakening btw

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

I have to ask because you mentioned it - as of now, what IS your top 10 episode ranking?

this is a great question! and it took me a while to answer it, because i was really pondering. but here are my answers- note that they are not ranked, but rather in chronological order.

also, i picked 15 instead of 10, because i have never made a choice in my life and i feel a solemn commitment to continuing that moving forward. consider it a little friday the 13th bonus.

so, without further ado, my favorite episodes are:

ice

beyond the sea

darkness falls

one breath

humbug

anasazi/the blessing way

clyde bruckman's final repose

nisei/731

revelations

pusher

jose chung from outer space

quagmire (even though i cried and will never be over certain events)

and wetwired!

i'd like to get into why i love each episode so much sometime in the future, but i imagine you can see some common threads. lots of agent bonding time, scully character exploration, light-heartedness alternating with earth shattering grief, tearful reunions, whump, and other tropes that form my specific brand of ideal content!

what do you think- are these good picks? am i picking well-loved episodes, or are there some underrated gems in there? any other common themes you notice between them? please share! psychoanalyze me! have fun with it!

[ursie]

What is batcest? I’ve seen that term thrown around and I’m not sure what it means

Oof ok putting a read more as this might be triggering

Ok so batcest refers to the incestual (and often pedophilic) relationship (and it’s shippers) between members of Bruce’s family *to clarify I’m saying Bruce as whilst Steph and Babs are “batkids” they are not his children and relationships w them while not always good are not incestuous-batcest does not just mean a “bad” ship it specifically means an incestuous one

Ships that are batcest : in any combination

Bruce x Dick/Jason/Cass/Tim/Damian/Duke/Helena (Wayne)/Alfred

Dick x Bruce/Jason/Cass/Tim/Damian/Duke/Helena Wayne/Alfred

Jason x Bruce/Dick/Cass/Tim/Damian/Duke/Helena Wayne/Alfred

Tim x Bruce/Dick/Jason/Cass/Damian/Duke/Helena Wayne/Alfred

Cass x Bruce/Dick/Jason/Cass/Tim/Damian/Duke/Helena Wayne/Alfred

Damian x Bruce/Dick/Jason/Cass/Tim//Duke/Helena Wayne/Alfred/MAR’I

Duke x Bruce/Dick/Jason/Cass/Tim/Damian/Helena Wayne/Alfred

Helena x Bruce/Dick/Jason/Cass/Tim/Damian/Duke/Alfred

Alfred x Bruce/Dick/Jason/Cass/Tim/Damian/Duke/Helena Wayne/his daughter I’m blanking on

Babs is not one of Bruce’s kids and thus her ships as a general rule are not batcest however Cass is her daughter (she’s also Bruce’s no one is denying that) so shipping them would be incestuous and thus under the batcest umbrella

Ships that are not batcest but still bad vibes :

Bruce x Babs it’s not batcest he’s not her dad it being a bad ship doesn’t make it incest-also this ship has complicated comic history as tbh she’s closer to Bruce’s age than Dicks half the time-she was originally written as his love interest

Babs x Tim/or Jason yes it’s weird-yes it’s pedophilic no it’s not batcest they’re not related yes it’s still a bad ship

Harley Quinn x Dick yes it’s creepy no it’s not incest *will say the batkids w Selina/Talia I consider to be under the batcest umbrella as they both are fundamentally their step moms/the actual mother of one of their brothers-it’s close enough 😭

As a general rule any weird age gap ships between non related bat characters whilst yes weird are not automatically batcest I’m clarifying because I’ve seen it used about a Bruce x Babs art (pre52 ect) and whilst you may have your opinions on the ship I wouldn’t consider it a batcest one ect

Ships that are often mistakenly referred to as batcest by ship “antis” (I hate that word I don’t know a different word to use here) but again are not batcest as they are not incestuous-Bruce can be a mentor w/o characters being siblings :

As I’ve already said almost (Cass excluded) every Babs ship as again she’s not Bruce’s daughter nor is she any of their sister even if she views Tim/Jason/ect in a sibling manner that doesn’t make Dick x Babs incest-I don’t even like Dick x Babs but calling it that is an incredibly stupid argument

Steph x any of the batkids : while some are worse than others it’s not incest and for the love of god pls stop calling Cass her sister she’s not StephCass even if you don’t ship it is not an incestual ship 😭 nor is TimSteph

Helena BERTINELLI x Dick people need to stop mixing her up with Helena Wayne. Yes Helena Wayne is his sister-Helena Bertninelli is not. Pls learn to tell the huntresses apart before you say people are shipping incest for shipping them (real things I’ve seen 😭)

Any of the fox kids again just because you’re loosely connected through the batfam does not make you related 😭 Tim and Tam and Luke & Babs are fine. My god

Harper x Cass or Steph again they’re not related

Hope this clarifies it a bit. In summary it means incestual ship however some people use it a bit loosely just at that side of the fandom which while fair tbh is confusing when you’re not used to it. Hope I explained well enough feel free to ask any questions ect

[master-missysversion]

Probably unpopular confession but as much as I love the relationships in the chibnall era and the rtd era, i dont think they had anything on the Moffat era relationships. And I don't just mean romantic relationships, I mean all of them.

I see people say a lot that the relationships between the 13th doctor and companions isn't strong enough but tbh I dont find them any less interesting and engaging than the rtd era relationships, but the moffat era relationships oh my god. They all drive me insane

[sleepyagent]

I want someone to love me quietly and loudly at the same time because Im an idiot

[agardenofbasil]

not the prev anon but i can't thank you enough for all the information and explanation. i'm neurodivergent and i love reading fics but sometimes i can't always read the emotions behind the character's actions so easily. so i really appreciate the explanation for all the emotions behind pedri crying ❤️ you're a great writer ❤️❤️

This is so kind of you to say. Thank you for sharing your struggles with reading; it's not always easy to read things (even when it's fic) when you're neurodivergent, so I'm glad I could help bridge that. We only get Unai's feelings because the story is in his POV, so I can understand why people would be confused by it. You're not alone! I hope Chapter 14 helps clarify some more, but I'm always here to help too, so please reach out whenever you'd like. Thank you for the lovely compliments, too. I hope you're doing well! 🍃💚

[st7rnioioss]

WHEN BSF!CHRIS CAN'T KEEP HIS HANDS AND THOUGHTS OFF INEXPERIENCED!READER ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... grinding, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), kissing ˚࿔ notes: i'd like to say beforehand this is a little further into their relationship! I'll add more background stuff later<33

chris was restless. he continued to toss and turn in your bed, finally settling on his side, one arm slung around you waist while gently tugging you closer to him, pressing your back flush against his chest while you were sleeping peacefully.

he tried to doze off, he really did. but sleep seemed like the furthest thing away when he laid there, listening to your soft breathing, as the only currently audible noise, feeling the way your chest rose and fell under his touch.

his mind was running a million miles an hour, and he couldn’t get it to stop. it was dirty, wrong thoughts—about you. his best friend since.. well, for as long as he could remember. it had become something more usual, but this time he couldn’t control it.

you’d always been attached to the hip, but never once had he thought about you like this. never had he wondered what you’d look like naked, vulnerable under him.. okay, maybe a few times, but never to this extent. you'd only gone as far as him showing you how to finger yourself properly, where he took over the job because he couldn't resist.

how would you react to his touch? would you reach for his hair? his arms? would you grab the sheets instead? what did your moan sound like?

the real question was why on earth he was having these dirty thoughts about you. you were the sweetest girl he’d ever laid his eyes on, so sweet it gave him a toothache whenever you’d innocently bat your eyes at him, begging him to go get ice cream with you.

gosh, make it stop, he thought to himself, groaning when he snaked his other hand down to try and ease his rock-hard cock, which only seemed to make it worse, hardening even more under his own touch.

he didn’t know what to do, and only to worsen his panicked state, you started turning, his arm momentarily slipping from your waist when you faced him.

your eyes were thankfully still shut, lips in a soft pout from the pillow pushing them together. the sight didn’t help either. nothing helped him ease his raging hard boner. you laid there, so pure, unknowing of his sinful thoughts while your peaceful, gentle look only made the tight restrain in his boxers worse.

sleep was out of reach by now, his hand desperately trying to relieve his aching cock with a groan by carefully rubbing his palm over the bulge—but then your eyes fluttered open. he stared down at you with widen eyes, almost in disbelief that he’d been caught somewhat rubbing himself through his pants, but you didn’t seem to notice right away.

“are you okay?” your soft voice was heard. “you seem restless..” yeah, his constant tossing and groaning woke you up, but not enough to fully comprehend the situation chris was in.

“i- i can’t sleep. that’s all,” he whispered back, blinking rapidly while your eyes scanned his face, roaming every feature you were so familiar with.

speculating about his somewhat unsure answer, your eyes made their way down his chest when he let another whine slip, noticing the way his palm pressed against his groin, and you immediately felt ten times more awake than you were before. heat rushed to your face, before your eyes met chris's desperate gaze.

“oh..” you quipped, suddenly hyper aware of every movement of his, every desperate groan you’d heard behind you just moments prior now making much more sense.

“p-please, just- just let me.. let me put it in,” chris pleaded miserably, letting his free hands knuckles brush over your reddening cheek, his touch gentle as ever.

“chris- no, we can’t..” your answer only made his dick harden, though it seemed fucked up. you were so damn innocent, a prude even. you’d always avoided the topic of sex, not daring to go down that path ever. but he knew that when it came to him, you could bend the rules. “please- i’ll make it quick, i’ll just put the tip in. it hurts so fucking bad,”

but something about the situation caused you to turn curious. chris begging for your touch, begging to let him do something about his hard erection, to touch you.

“okay..” attentively, you turned around to lay in your previous position on your side, chris's hand slipping from the front of his shorts, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“thank you, thanks- thank you,” he babbled, his clammy hands making their way to the elastic waistband of your sleep shorts, slowly pushing them down your thighs, until they pooled around your ankles, that you continued to gently kick off.

“i promise i’ll be careful, just the tip..” his breath fanned across your neck, making a soft gasp slip from your lips.

your eyes were wide open and lips parted when he hooked his hand under your thigh, gently lifting it to spread them apart, carefully placing your leg back down as if you were made of fragile porcelain.

“o-okay..” you spoke quietly, your breath hitching when his finger made contact with your panties, gently tugging them to the side. “already so wet f’me..” his voice was husky against your ear, lips grazing the sensitive skin as his thumb slowly ran between your slick folds, a weak moan falling from your parted lips.

you were driving him insane, already dripping for him, and it only took a couple right touches and words. oh, how bad he wanted to keep showing you how to feel good, let alone be the first one to. he'd already gotten his fair share on that part.

you’ve never been more nervous, but yet you felt safe with chris pressed so close up against you. it was chris after all, he’d never do anything to hurt you, plus, he was always so gentle with you whenever it came to stuff like this. your hands tugged the stuffed animal you usually slept with to your chest, nuzzling your nose into the neck of the teddy, the soft material under your fingertips easing your mind a little.

“i’ll be gentle, angel.. no need to worry,” he whispered, one of his hands maneuvering his shorts down mid-thigh, along with his boxers, the other one gently running down the side of your face, tugging a few strands of hair behind your ear.

he wrapped his palm around his cock, fisting his cock with a lewd moan, before bringing the head of his cock to your entrance.

“i’ll put it in now.. it’s just the tip, don’t panic..” he mumbled, pressing a reassuring series of kisses to the side of your neck, feeling you nod. “go- go ahead..”

those words was all he needed, gently smearing his sticky tip down your soaked folds, before pressing it forward, watching it disappear inside of you.

“holy- holy fuck..” he groaned between gritted teeth, his fingers gripping at your hip, a weak gasp elicited from your mouth. “oh, chris..”

your moan was silenced from the soft teddy in your arms, eyes fluttering shut at the slow intrusion, letting whines fall from your lips.

chris nearly lost his mind when he felt your walls squeeze around his tip—it took every fiber in his body not to stuff you full of his cock, not to completely ignore your previous, innocent words and start fucking into you.

“gosh- chris..” you whined, nails digging into the soft fur under your hands.

you could practically feel the desperation seep out of him from behind you, his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you.

“m’sorry angel, sorry.. i can’t hold back, please say something-“ chris's voice was strained with despair, his fingertips digging into your bare hip, smoothing his palm over your thigh.

“it’s- its okay..” you whispered, words somewhat muffled, but coherent. he was thankful almost, mumbling continuous praise and ‘thank you’ into your ear, smoothing his palms down your sides, under your top.

it sure was okay, he could tell. you were drooling around his tip, only making it easier to slide right in—which he did. holding tightly onto you, leaving kisses down your neck and back, he pushed his cock further inside of you, slowly.

“h-halfway, baby.. you’re doing so good,” he husked, his heart pounding in chest as he stilled his movements for a minute, allowing you to adjust.

you couldn’t keep quiet, eyes rolling to the back of your head while they fell shut, biting down onto the plush toy to restrain the moans. yet, pornographic whimpers slipped from your gritted teeth from the painful yet delicious stretch, making chris's head turn to mush.

“fuck.. you’re so perfect,” he hissed, sinking his length in until he was fully sheathed inside your heat with a sigh of relief.

blubbered moans fell shamelessly from the both of your lips as he slowly rutted against you, a hint of pain striking through you as you adjusted to his size.

you knew it was wrong. so, so wrong. friends didn’t do this, they really didn’t. what was gonna happen after this? would you just go to bed and wake up just usually tomorrow, just treating it as a favor?

but even though, you never wanted it to stop. his soft touch, lips continuing their work on your lower neck, stuffing you full of his cock when he rolled his hips.

“does it hurt?” he purred, his hot breath mingling on your neck, making a slight shiver run down your spine.

“no… chris, it feels- feels good,” you breathlessly whimpered, gripping the plush animal between your arms as if your life depended on it, listening to the dirty squelching of your pussy, basically drooling onto the soft material between your lips.

he only nodded, feeling your walls flutter around his cock, clenching and squeezing the life out of him. your back arched just slightly when he hit a specific spot within you, moaning loudly into the stuffed toy.

“y-you’re doing so well.. so beautiful,” he cooed, the praise going straight to the pit in your tummy, feeling the tension tighten as your teeth nibbled on the soft plushie.

“oh- oh my god..” without any warning, the waves came crashing over you, your chest heaving while your grip loosened on the soft plushie in your arms.

“jesus christ,” he panted, his slow but rhythmic thrusts continuing, until he reached his climax as well.

“shit- i’m gonna come,” he barely got to say, before the ropes of white spilled inside of you, letting out a shaky breath at the release of tension. you felt limp in his hold, your face growing hot, and heart racing with lidded eyes.

“thank you, thank you angel,” his breath hitched as he slowly pulled out. his pink lips left repeated kisses to the side of your face, listening intently to your breath regulating gradually, the pants turning back to the soft breaths he’d been listening to just moments prior.

you let a small smile break, nuzzling your nose back into the teddy bear to hide your blushing face, as if your back wasn’t turned to him. “it’s fine…”

his fingers danced across your waist, making their way to your hip, giving it a gentle pat as a dazed smile settled onto his lips.

“come on, pretty.. we gotta go pee,”

more bsf!chris x inexperienced!reader

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[rafeysbunny]

heyyyyyyyy! I have a thought. Do you think that reader could get rafe to beg? Like maybe he did smth that pissed reader off so she’s been ignoring him but rage just can’t take it anymore? I love your writing so honestly just go crazy

-👻 anon

a/n. first ask, i'm so excited! in answer to your question: yes! absolutely, yes! this man is soo pussy whipped, he'd do anything for reader. ty for the request, babe!

two hours of you giving rafe the cold shoulder it's all it takes for him to break. he knows he fucked up greatly, but you're just being so mean that he cannot help the way his lips curl into a pout as he kneels in front of you, pleading for your forgiveness.

only you could get rafe motherfucking cameron to beg like this.

"baby, 'm so, so sorry," he apologizes, big hands gripping onto your plush thighs tightly so you can't get away from him this time, not again. "forgive me, yeah? i know i screwed up, and i'm sorry."

his lips start peppering kisses over the sliver of bare skin under the hem of your top as he keeps muttering words of repentance, the actions making your heart melt. "it won't happen again, i promise to you, angel."

"i'm really pissed at you right now, rafe," you address him for the first time in hours, voice tone sharp.

he doesn't care how cold you sound, though, the fact that you're finally talking to him instead of ignoring his presence nearly makes him cry happy tears. how embarrassing is that? he can't believe you got him this hooked. he should be the one in charge, not you, but, let's be honest, he's too in love with you to even care anymore.

"i know, baby, i'm sorry," he repeats for the hundredth time, puppy, blue eyes staring up at you entreatingly. "what can i do for you to forgive me? i'll do anything, just please, stop being mad."

"anything?"

a mischievous smirk spreads across your pretty face, your mind already conjuring up all the filthy ways he could make it up to you.

"anything, angel."

that's how he ends up tied up to the bed, hands desperately tugging at the fluffy, pink handcuffs in a failed attempt to break free of them while you ride his pretty face. he's fucking drowning in your pussy, dick achingly hard inside his pants.

what a shame you won't make him cum this time, as a little punishment.

your hips rock against his face unabashedly, feeling the way his eager tongue parts your chubby folds to drink up your sweet essence, occasionally slipping inside your pussy to fuck you with it. his nose is rubbing your puffy clit every time you grind down, which has you mewling and shuddering atop him.

"i love you so much, baby," he'd mumble against your cunt, totally mesmerised by the hypnotic sway of your hips and your taste.

your flesh muffle his words and grunts, but you understand what he says and look down at him with adoring eyes, just to find him staring up at you in the same way, pink lips glistening with a combination of your arousal and his spit.

the sight is enough to send you spiralling into a mind blowing orgasm that makes you let out the most lewd moan you've ever made, body shaking as your legs close around his head, almost suffocating him.

"fuck, i love you too," you breath out, the aftershocks of your climax making your brain dizzy. "i forgive you, rafey."

honestly, he doesn't quite understand how this could be a punishment for him, but he's not one to complain.

more.