#had a small laughing fit emptying this just a moment ago

[davepaste]

my loverly ashtray made by my best friend Max is pretty and one of my favourite gifts

have to empty it often, usually high as fuck

and everytime i rediscover one of the worst stickers in my collection

[coffee-and-geto]

“IS THIS WHAT YOU EXPECTED?”

pairing: ryomen sukuna × f!reader

summary: yuji itadori had been your crush for a while now. to try and get closer to him despite your bashful nature — you asked him to a movie night at your place. but nothing goes as planned when sukuna takes possession of him and makes you a deal to help you get closer to your friend…

warnings: +18, smut, nsfw, possessive! sukuna, dirty talk, degradation (slut, brat), dub con, dom! sukuna, sub! reader, fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), yuji is an aged up character, swearing, fanart found on pinterest if you know the artist let me know pls.

wc: 2, 946

“Oops…” murmurs Yuji as you come down the stairs of your house with a small stack of DVDs in hand.

The bowl of popcorn that you filled just five minutes ago for your movie night is now empty, and you blink as you approach the kitchen counter. “Yuji…” You snort and go to fetch another bag of popcorn from one of the cupboards to refill the bowl.

The sound of popcorn kernels clattering fills the room, and Yuji has a slight pout on his lips. He takes a few hesitant steps toward you and seeks your gaze. Still new to the romantic feelings you had for him, his unusual closeness catches you off guard, and you slowly back up to the counter in measured steps. You force a natural smile, and your heart races at the sight of your friend, whose eyes show disappointment.

“It’s nothing, Yuji. I usually have a lot of popcorn,” you try to reassure him. “But you have quite an appetite for such a fit teenager.” You swallow thick.

Yuji lets out a nervous laugh, seemingly more at ease than a few seconds ago, “You think so?”

Your eyes drift down to his body, eyeing his exposed forearms (he had kept his sorcerer uniform on despite your recommendation to get comfortable), and the defined muscles do not escape your notice: for a teenager his age, Yuji Itadori was very fit.

“Yeah... Pretty much…” Your eyes linger for a moment longer before you look back up at the pink-haired boy whose face you dream of covering with kisses.

Dressed in your pajama shorts and a simple t-shirt, it’s hard to stay perfectly calm, especially when your crush is less than two meters away from you.

Yuji steps forward nonchalantly, hands in his pockets, and steals a piece of popcorn which he skillfully tosses into his mouth. “So, what are we going to watch?”

“I was thinking about some thriller movies or something like that. I’m not too fond of horror movies,” you admit with a shy smile.

“Oh yeah? Why? Are you afraid you won’t sleep at night after that?” Yuji teases you. You nod toward the small stack of DVDs, and he takes the liberty of looking through your selection. “Scream’s pretty good,” he comments, picking it up to examine it with a ‘professional’ eye. Yuji’s brown eyes land on you, and you feel an uncomfortable warmth rise in your neck. “The DVD is new. Have you seen it before?” he asks with a surprisingly gentle, almost… concerned and indulgent tone.

You shake your head.

“I won’t spoil it, but I really liked it,” Yuji sets the other DVDs aside and shows you the one for ‘Scream.’ “Is that okay with you?”

You nod faintly, and a slit appears on Yuji’s cheek. It opens, revealing two sharp canines that are easily recognizable from spending so much time with your friend.

“Damn it, you two are really embarrassing to watch.” A voice escapes from the slit — the mouth that acts as an intermediary with Ryomen Sukuna.

“Hey! Go back to sleep!” exclaims Yuji, almost slapping himself, which makes you wince.

A hysterical laugh echoes, and black marks now streak your friend’s face. The laughter and the slit disappear, making way for Ryomen Sukuna. He stretches his arms up, flexing smoothly. “Ahhh!”

You try to back away but have forgotten you’re leaning against the kitchen counter. Now you’re stuck with the King of Curses…

“D-Don’t come any closer…” you whisper in a trembling voice, eyes wide with terror.

Another hysterical laugh escapes Sukuna’s lips. His eyes — so different from those of your lover — examine you from head to toe, and one eyebrow arches. “What was his type again? Tall girls with big asses?”

You blush at his mocking tone and don’t dare say a word. Even your breathing seems to have become labored, as if the oxygen had thickened in just a few seconds.

A sneer never leaves Sukuna’s lips as he approaches you with an overwhelming air of confidence. When he reaches you, he narrows his eyes and looks you up and down a second time. “So this is the kid you want to flirt with?” His voice is dripping with arrogance…

You swallow hard and don’t dare to respond, your throat tight and your wide eyes fixed on the tattoos of the King of Curses.

“Come on, rabbit, cat got your tongue?” Sukuna snickers.

You shake your head, and a rough whisper escapes your dry throat, “N-No…”

“Oh really? Because the atmosphere a minute ago was so cringeworthy! You two looked like a couple of idiots fresh out of their mother’s womb, ugh!” Sukuna leans in provocatively, his hot breath brushing your cheek and stealing your own.

“What do you want from me?” you murmur reluctantly, pulling your head back slowly to find some breathable air.

“Nothing, just to avoid hearing your terribly awkward conversation any longer,” Sukuna replies, shrugging.

“It wasn’t awkward, you made it seem that way. Give Yuji back his body,” you dare to retort. Your heart pounds faster and harder in your chest, loud enough for Sukuna to hear.

“Nah, I don’t feel like it. I don’t want to deal with the stifling aura of a hormonal teenager again.” Sukuna rolls his eyes and tilts his head to the side. “Do you like this brat?”

You squint without answering.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he raises a playful eyebrow. “How about we make a deal?”

“No,” you reply immediately.

“What an ingrate! I grant you my tolerance and you dare refuse a deal I give you?” he retorts with a much less sympathetic aura. His hands leave his pockets to rest on either side of the counter, effectively trapping you with him. “I don’t recall asking you a question.”

And his voice immediately makes you regret your words. Being trapped at home with Ryomen Sukuna was not something you could let slide, much less making a deal with him. “No, actually— I—”

“Hush.”

Sukuna’s hands slide from the counter to your hips, gripping them firmly, making you startle in place. His lips descend to your neck, leaving a line of soft kisses, causing a slight shiver. His eyes notice the goosebumps on your skin and his lips curl. “Is this what you expected?” His whisper reverberates like a shockwave through your entire body.

“I— You— No,” you manage to reply almost in a gasp.

“Here’s my proposition then. I help you get closer to the brat on one condition.” A manic smile lights up Sukuna’s face, and your heart now tries to escape your chest.

“What?” you let out almost in a whimper when he presses his lower body against yours.

“Let me use you.”

Your breath immediately reacts to the panic that overwhelms you. No way. You’ll end up dead in that case.

“No, that’s out of the question—” You try to finally slip out of his embrace, but your strength doesn’t match Sukuna’s. He applies more pressure on your hips and plants a kiss on your trapezius muscle. "Just for tonight. Nothing bad will happen to you…” His insistent tone is like a flirtatious purr.

The sensation of Yuji’s lips and much more on you and the idea of being closer makes the blood rush to your head, so how can you refuse such a tempting offer?  But the awareness that he’s using Yuji’s body cools your thoughts.

“No, I can’t— It’s disrespectful to Yu—”

“Are you his owner to know what respect means? Do you think I’m unaware of his adolescent thoughts imagining you with him?” Sukuna’s hands move up to your waist, his nails digging into your back, eliciting a whine from you. “The number of times he’d dreamt of hearing you moan like that?”

If your face could get any redder at this point, the blood might as well explode from your body at any moment.

Your features twist in irritation and anger at what he said next. “If I let myself get fucked by someone like you, I’m sure I won’t come out of it alive!”

A chuckle is your only response. “I’ll try to go easy then. But no promises.” Then he grabs you by the hips to lift you onto the counter and roughly spreads your legs. He slips between them and captures your lips in a rough and hungry kiss. Your breath leaves your lips as he swallows it, not giving you a moment to respond to his taunt. You respond against your will, your lips devouring each other and teeth clashing.

Sukuna sinks his teeth into your lower lip, making you suck in a sharp breath. His wet tongue soothes your aching flesh and moves down your throat to lick a strip of bare skin. The tension and weight of his movement make you shiver, and you hastily take the initiative to remove your shirt, revealing your chest encased in a bra. It rises and falls with your breathing, radiating a heat full of desire.

Sukuna lets out an appreciative whistle that makes you blush. “Do I still need to take control?” he teases with a smirk. “Or is this the behavior of a slut?”

The label makes your heart tremble, and your hands quickly find Sukuna’s neck to bring his addictive lips back to yours. He immediately returns your kiss and plays for a few seconds with the strap of your bra before finding his way to the clasp and undoing it. The bra falls to the floor, and Sukuna’s hands find the curves of your breasts. A whimper escapes your lips, and you close your eyes for a second to savor the new sensation.

A growl is blown from him after breaking away from your lips to snake a path to your collarbone, which he wastes no time in nibbling on. A small jolt shakes your belly, and you tilt your chin up to give him more access to your body. You almost desperately try to remain silent, but it’s difficult when Sukuna’s mouth suckles on a nipple anything but gently. The pressure makes you moan and grimace in pleasure.

“Sukuna—”

“Fuck…” he curses under his breath, moving to your other nipple. He gently nibbles on the hardened, sensitive bud while his other hand keeps the other nipple occupied, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You hum and place your hands on your thighs to keep them from trembling — in vain. “The kid wasn’t wrong,” Sukuna murmurs. He wraps his arms around your waist and swiftly carries you to the couch. Your back sinks into the soft cushions as Sukuna’s skilled fingers find the hem of your shorts and remove them completely, with no regard for your embarrassment. His legs straddle the armrest of the couch, and he brutally spreads your thighs, remaining still, his eyes fixed on the large wet spot at the center of your panties. “Who was talking about respect for whom, again?” A dark, mocking smile questions you.

A tremor runs through your muscles, and you prepare to close your legs, but Sukuna anticipates the movement. He places his hands on the inside of your plush thighs to keep them wide open. “Is the dirty slut afraid?” He chuckles before sliding a finger along the side of your underwear, teasing and toying with your swollen core. “So wet f’me…” Your eyes take in the sight of Sukuna’s face: dilated pupils, slightly parted mouth, and almost ragged breathing. He’s practically drooling at the sight of your clothed intimate area.

Blood pounds in your temples when he easily removes your panties, leaving you naked beneath him. His forefinger and middle finger hover over your wet, dripping entrance. “Already worked up by a few kisses…” he comments, and you can only look at him pathetically.

“Sukuna, please…” you whimper as the sensation of his two fingers gliding from your sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves to your wet folds makes you want to moan even more.

“Please what?” he repeats, focused on your entrance that tightens and closes around nothing. “Already begging?” He bursts into a fit of laughter. “I can’t wait to fill you with my dick…”

“Need you,” you whine with a pout and pleading eyes. And God, he wants to take you rough and fast at that moment.

“Again.” He looks up at you. “Beg for it.” His brown eyes burn with desire — a desire so intense, it could destroy if he didn’t play it patiently.

“Please… Sukuna… I—” But you’re cut off by a yelp from your throat as Sukuna’s fingers plunge hard into you, and he hisses to contain himself.

You’re incredibly tight. Your gummy walls cling to his fingers as if afraid they might escape.

“Fuck… You’re so wet…” He growls, moving his fingers in and out, making you tighten even more. Uncontrolled moans escape from you, resonating in the room.

“Sukuna… hgnn— so good…” you moan pathetically, squirming under him like a trapped mouse in his snare. His pace doesn’t change, going in and out of you, reaching that spot deep inside you each time he goes deeper.

“That’s it… Moan my name,” he murmurs, accelerating his pace. You convulse on the couch and grip the edges of the seats as if your life depended on it.

And reaching the depths of your pussy, Sukuna grins and bursts into laughter at your body’s reaction. You almost scream his name, and your walls swallow his fingers. They curl deep inside your womb, and your trembling legs and ragged breath testify to your state approaching the edge of ecstasy. “Sukuna— Please… so close...”

“That’s it… Cum on my fingers… I want to see you fall apart in front of me…” he whispers in a husky voice. The speed of his fingers thrusting into you increases, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and almost scream his name.

“Cumming…!” you pant as your back arches and your walls spasm around his thick fingers. You squirt and sob his name pitifully.

Sukuna curls his lips into a sadistic smile and gradually slows the pace of his fingers inside you. He eventually withdraws them completely, admiring the shiny slickness coating his forefinger and middle finger.

“Hmm…” he hums, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste you. He growls in satisfaction and wastes no time removing his pants and underwear, leaving you barely a moment to take in the sight of his throbbing bulge finally being freed.

If you had bet on Yuji’s length size, you could have won much more money than you thought.

It was just like in your dreams, large, thick, aching, and slightly veiny. Your lips part, and you don’t take your eyes off its reddened, sensitive tip. Sukuna grips his length in his hand and brings it to your needy pussy. The tip meets your swollen clit and taps it.

Sukuna’s lenght twitches slightly in his hand, eager to fill you. The aching tip glides along your folds, spreading them to stop and position itself at your entrance.

“Uh… Can we go—” But you’re cut off. You scream in surprise as his thick member fills your hole in one go, reaching the bottom with almost no difficulty — except for your tightness revealing a side of Sukuna you never thought you’d see: him, teeth and jaw clenched, holding back everything except a low growl and dozens of curses to convey how good you feel wrapped around him. His member splits you in a delicious embrace. Eyes closed, he starts a slow in-and-out motion, forcing you to sob his name in pleasure.

But the only downside was that you weren’t quite used to him yet, your body writhing to try to slow the pace. His hips buck against yours more and more quickly. With each thrust, he hits your gummy spot, making you tighten around him and moan his name, the sound of which is like music to his ears.

Another growl escapes Sukuna as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, nibbling your shoulder. “Take it… Take it…” he keeps murmuring between loud breaths.

“F-Fuck… It’s too much���” you gasp, gripping his shoulders with your hands. Your nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders, and every time his slams into you hit your g-spot, it’s like you’re about to cum any moment, fucking both your cunt and your brains out mercilessly.

“Take it, slut,” he growls in your ear, his lenght twitching in you, ready to fill you with every pound he makes. “I’m gonna fill you up… Fill you until you scream you can’t take it anymore…”

His hips relentlessly roll against you, and Sukuna revels in the cries of pleasure you express. A knot forms in the pit of your stomach, on the verge of exploding. One final pound inside you and it bursts as you reach your climax around him, fucking you even through your orgasm. Your chest rises and falls at such a rapid pace it feels like you’re emerging from a near-drowning experience.

Your waning orgasm is quickly followed by Sukuna’s. “Sh-Shit… Fuuuuck…” he growls in your ear, his hands gripping your hips tightly. Without warning, his orgasm take over him and he finishes inside you with his hot, thick load into your tight hole.

Now, only rough groans and sighs are heard in the room. You let your head fall back onto one of the sofa seats and close your eyes, exhausted. Sukuna slowly withdraws from you and lies down by your side, one hand still around your hip in a possessive embrace.

“You know, brat, if you’re not Yuji’s type, at least you’re mine. Just sayin’.”

a/n: this fic wasn’t planned MWAHAHAHA! i’m sorry tho 😭 it’s been 3 weeks or more than i’m promising to post my fashion designer! suguru fic and i didn’t finish it. i’ve got problems to solve and it’s making me more stressful than i thought 🫠 hope you enjoyed anyway (it’s my first smut tbh)

[lyrefromthesea]

HEYYY IIDK IFHOU TAKE REQUEST BUTTTT HOW WOULD THE HASHIRA REACT TO A HYPER ENERGETIC READER WHO IS ONE SECOND DOING 1 THINK THEN THE NEXT A NEW THING LIKE THEY COULD BE PAINTING AND THE NEXT SKY DIVING

I love your writing style hehe

Male pillars x Reader - the art of being too energetic

author's note: i hope this request is to your liking. truthfully, i had trouble writing it at some points.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

where were you now? he swore you had been standing next to him a few moments ago. he looked around the streets, trying to spot you.

did you see a demon and moved forward without him? no, he would've heard it. he looked around the dark streets, not taking long to figure out where you went.

his feet dragged him towards the festival down the street. the area was filled with lamps and people wearing the prettiest kimonos or yukatas.

yet none of them stole his attention away from what mattered. you. you were in the middle of the crowd of dancing people. you spun around in fluid motions, a smile plastered on your face.

if it hadn't been for your uniform, you would've fitted right in. he moved forward without thinking, his hand soon grasping yours.

"now what were you thinking? we've been walking through the empty streets just a few seconds ago!" he said, his lips tugging up into a smile.

"couldn't resist, the music drew me in!" you laughed, twirling around him. he followed, both of you now dancing in sync. you didn't care for the eyes staring at the two of you. "are you mad?"

"you're too flamboyant to be mad at."

Obanai:

Obanai had been sitting on a tree, lazily watching you train. he didn't have anything better to do and you enjoyed his presence. however, when he looked down, you weren't training next to his tree anymore.

he looked to the side, flinching when you sat right next to him. "[name]!" he called out, looking at you surpised. he gave you a questioning look, waiting for your explanation.

"i found this." you answered, showing him a small acorn - or rather the rest of it. he looked at the cupule, you held it up by it's stem.

"and..?" he asked, still confused. it wasn't surprising to see you change your mood so quickly, but he found himself confused every time. especially now when you looked at Kaburamaru.

"and this!" you said, offering the snake to slither onto your arm. Kaburamu listened and Obanai watched in anticipation. the snake trusted you, just like Obanai did.

the cupule you held in hand was carefully placed on Kaburamaru's head, slowly pulling away to not knock it down. you blinked a few times and then looked at Obanai.

"it's a little hat! what do ya think?" you asked enthusiastically.

Obanai's eyes wandered between you and Kaburamaru, then back at you. "it's great. you should find him a scarf too."

"you're right!"

Rengoku:

"little flame? darling?!" he called out your name, desperately trying to find you. he had been sitting in the living room when he noticed the odd smell of smoke.

he had been worried sick, trying to find the source. his eyes widened upon seeing the clouds of smoke leaving your shared kitchen. however, when he ran inside, he was even more confused.

"darling..?" he asked, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at you. he could barely see it through all the fug, but he figured you were standing next to the stove.

when he came closer, he saw you more clearly - you were holding a bucket in your hand. his eyes fixed on the stove, hearing it sizzle quietly. it was wet and still slightly hot. he couldn't make out what had been in the pan, but it was burnt now.

"oh, Kyojuro!" you gasped, looking at the man. you hadn't heard him before. your eyes followed his gaze, your face growing red when you looked at the stove.

"i wanted to cook something, but then i remembered this book from a few years ago. i'm sure i had it somewhere around-" you babbled, stopping when you looked at him again.

you had expected him to be mad for nearly burning the whole house down, but he didn't look angry in the slightest. he took the bucket out of your hands instead, placing it to the side.

"let's clean this up first, we can search for the book later." he simply said, his motivated stance not leaving. you agreed, cleaning the kitchen together.

you only stopped when he suddenly spoke again, leaving you baffled.

"you know, i once burned my family's house down when i was smaller."

Sanemi:

Sanemi looked at you, your eyes staring back into his. his gaze hardened, daring you to move further.

"don't do it." he grumbled, his hands ready to grab you in an instant. if someone would've walked into the room, they would've surely questioned your sanity.

"i'm going to do it." you answered, giving him a mischevious smirk. his eyes narrowed, his body tensing up.

you had found a new hobby a few days ago, which happened to involve him. now he gave you his undivided attention when you were acting strange or gave him a knowing look.

in the blink of an eye you turned around and jumped backwards, Sanemi reacting immediately. he made sure to catch you in his arms, stopping you from falling and hitting the ground.

he let out an annoyed sigh, having caught you. again. he didn't even remember how many times it had been this week. "stop doing that!"

"you know you love it" you chirped, giving him a triumphing smile. he rolled his eyes, letting go of you.

but you were right, he did love it.

Giyuu:

"i want wagashi." you said, tugging at Giyuu's sleeve. normally, your request would've been completely fine, but now he was looking at you in disbelief.

"what?" he asked, stopping in his tracks. you came to a halt next to him, repeating what you've just said. "i want to eat wagashi."

he was at a loss of words. you had asked for daifuku nearly ten minutes ago. he had been walking to your favourite shop with you since then, knowing it would make you the happiest.

"we would have to walk in the opposite direction." he remarked, giving you a questioning stare. you blinked at him a few times, as if you were waiting for his answer.

he would've said no to anyone else, but he was used to your impulsive behavior. he couldn't explain why you made decision the way you did, but he thought of it as refreshing. he sighed, turning around on his feet.

"let's buy you some wagashi."

Gyomei:

"can i move now?" he asked. he had been sitting under the waterfall for about thirty minutes now. you had asked him to paint a picture of the moment, which he found himself agreeing to.

however, he hadn't heard anything from you since over fifteen minutes, making him question what was going on. the cold water of the waterfall hitting his back overshadowed most of the other sounds around him, but he managed to hear you stand up.

"Gyomei, i'm so sorry!" you apologized profusely, running towards the waterfall. he heard the splashs over your body pushing the water around you away, eventually feeling your hand pull on his.

"i completely forget about the painting. there was a cat and-" you stopped when you felt his head turn towards yours. you looked at him, wondering what could've made him forget about your mistake.

"a cat?" he asked, feeling you change the direction you were pulling him. it wasn't your strength to keep attention on one thing, but he couldn't care less.

besides, he shared your fascination over cats.

[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles (pt.33)

pairing: jungkook x oc

summary: the one where you and jungkook celebrate christmas, and you get a tiny bit jealous

word count: 1.4k+

masterlist

 sometimes you curse the universe for intoxicating you, making you become addicted to him like a drug. every moment spent with him made you find another reason to love him, another reason to gaze at him and think one thing: forever.

to you, jungkook is like an angel, glowing the brightest amongst all darkness and light in your life, always there to catch you if you fall. it makes you wonder just how much you’ve done in your past life to deserve a man like him.

that’s what you think as you hold the front door open for your boyfriend, who’s grunting as he tugs the christmas tree into your apartment. the lights in the apartment have yet to be switched on, and only the little cat lamp that jungkook had bought you a few years ago provides minimal light to guide the both of you through the door.

yet even the small lamp manages to make his face glow, his eyes meeting yours for a second when he realises your staring, again. instantly it’s like you’re falling in love all over again, and jungkook loves every moment of it. the way your pupils dilate the moment you look at him, or the way your eyes instantly light up even at the mere sight of him.

“where should the tree go?” he hums, halting in his steps as he pulls the tree to stand upright, huffing when the weight finally lifts off his hands.

“right next to the fireplace,” you point over to the empty spot where a plant use to sit, before you had overwatered it and caused its death. “right… here!”

jungkook carefully adjusts the tree, realising it might have been much larger than the both of you had expected it to be, as he notices how close it is to the ceiling.

“baby, are you sure this is the right size?” he laughs as you peer up to the top of the tree, bewilderment written all over your face as you try to recall if it was meant to be this big.

“i think we got the wrong size!” you whine, realising that since the top of the tree was so close to the ceiling, the star that you had planned to place at the top would definitely not fit.

“it’s okay, you know what they say, the bigger the better,” he snorts, sending you a wink as you gasp at his sudden innuendo, before sending a smack to his chest as you sigh.

-

“oh, you two are finally here!” your sister squeals when she opens the door, your niece running to peek at you and jungkook between her mum's legs as she waves at you shyly.

“yeah, sorry we got caught in a jam,” your boyfriend explains, passing the huge bag of gifts that he insisted the two of you needed to get for your niece, the small girl hiding behind her mum now curiously peering into the bag.

“come in, come in, ___ everyone’s excited to see him,” she snickers as you roll your eyes.

every year your family hosts a huge christmas celebration with friends and relatives, and one thing that doesn’t fail to happen is the guests gushing over jungkook.

“oh, jungkook is here!” your mum immediately calls out when she spots him supporting you as you remove your heels, your boyfriend chuckling when the aunties squeal a little louder than usual, him becoming the center of attention as he greets everyone.

“all good?” he turns to you, whispering slightly so that only you can hear his words, and you turn to him and meet his gaze.

“yeah, seems like you have fans here too,” you joke, poking his rib, jungkook laughing before he’s being called to answer more questions about, ‘what have you been up to lately’ and ‘you look more handsome”

as the conversations flow, you’re having a pretty good time catching up with your relatives, and chatting with newly made friends, but there was a sight that poked at your nerves ever so slightly.

a girl, looking about your age, which you had been sure was your sister’s college friend, batting her eyelashes at your boyfriend as she attempts to flirt with him.

“you’re so muscular, i’m sure you’d be able to lift me up so easily,” she giggles, reaching her hand out to slap over jungkook’s, but not before he quickly slips his hand off the table and onto your thigh, thumb stroking the exposed skin as he laughs nervously.

“so, how long have you guys been together anyways, like a year? ten months?” she smiles a little too widely, gesturing to you sitting next to him.

“we’ve been together for six years,” he proudly says, now shifting his arm around your shoulder as he shifts his gaze to you, noticing the slightly stiff and awkward look on your face.

the girl on the other hand tried to conceal her surprised expression, which she doesn’t do very well considering both you and jungkook noticed the shift in her demeanor.

“i’m gonna refill my drink,” you awkwardly shuffle out of your seat, grabbing your cup that couldn’t have been less than half full, quickly walking towards the table where the pitcher of water was.

“baby,” you hear jungkook walking up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he shifts your body to face him.

“save me from her, please,” you hear him plead, now looking up to meet his eyes.

you almost burst out laughing at the desperate look of pure torture on his face.

“she’s being so obvious, when i’m literally sitting next to you,” you roll your eyes, pouring the water into your cup before jungkook takes the pitcher from your grasp.

“jealous?” he smirks at you, now passing you the full cup of water, “i’ll make sure she knows i have the fattest crush on you,”

you let jungkook drag you back to the table, not missing how the girl squints at your interlocked hands that disappear under the table when the both of you sit back down.

suddenly, a piece of meat is being brought to your mouth, as you widen your eyes in surprise, but you happily accept it as you open your mouth, letting jungkook feed you.

“good?” he asks you, making his voice loud enough for the girl sitting opposite to hear, and you nod, pressing a kiss to his lips, and staying there a little longer than needed, but just long enough to send her a message.

she seems to receive the message well when she scoffs and pokes at the potato on her plate.

-

“finally,” you huff, clicking in your seatbelt as jungkook gets in the driver’s seat and shuts his door.

the engine hums softly as you drive home, the warmth of the car cocooning you both.

jungkook, still riding the high of the night, reaches over to intertwine his fingers with yours, his thumb gently tracing patterns on your hand.

stopping at a red light, jungkook turns to you with a playful grin. “can you believe that girl thought we'd been together for only a year?” he chuckles,

“six years of putting up with you, and she thought it was just a year,” you playfully quip, earning a light nudge from him.

-

the familiar scent of your apartment greets you as you step through the door, and jungkook wastes no time pulling you into a tight embrace, his warmth enveloping you.

“i missed this," he murmurs against your hair, and you smile, reciprocating the hug.

“me too, maybe next time we should make out in front of her,” you giggle, making jungkook tut at your words.

you decide to unwind on the couch, the soft glow of christmas lights creating a cozy atmosphere. jungkook wraps a blanket around both of you, his arm draped casually over your shoulder. with the tv remote in hand, he navigates through the movie options with playful commentary.

“let’s watch the grinch,” you point at the tv when it lands on the movie, and he nods, clicking on it.

as the movie begins, jungkook’s affectionate nature takes center stage. he presses gentle kisses to the top of your head, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm.

“baby, focus on the movie,” you giggle when his breath fans against your ear, tickling the skin and making you squirm.

“shh, let me love you,”

with the room bathed in the soft glow of holiday lights and whispered conversations between scenes, jungkook’s fingers find their way through yours, a silent reassurance that he's there, grounding you in the moment.

you rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. his fingers gently play with your hair, and the room is filled with a sense of contentment. the outside world fading away as you lose yourselves in the movie and the warmth of each other's presence.

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[ssahotchnerr]

could we maybe get some momfriend!reader and jack dynamics, maybe from before her and Aaron were even together?

something special

<333 cw; fem!bau!reader, very tiny blood description (& yes i know you're supposed to wash a paper cut right away but for the sake of the setting and aaron being cute i didn't include that step 😭), mentions of haley, mutual pining

"whatcha drawing?" you asked mid-writing, your pen flying across your paper but still finding the opportunity to peek over.

"spiderman and superman." jack replied happily, switching from a red to a blue crayon. "see, they're teaming up to fight the bad guy because he keeps doin' crimes."

about an hour or so ago, jessica had dropped off jack at the bau. long story short; she was called into work urgently and with aaron in a meeting, you were quick to volunteer yourself to keep him company. rather than cramming into the small space of your desk, and jack potentially hearing conversations or details not fit for a six year old, you've made home in the roundtable room. you could work, jack could color.

you had also fired off a quick text to aaron; letting him know jack was with you, a brief synopsis of the situation and where he could find you both once his meeting concluded. it had, and he was about to join, but found himself pausing outside the door, listening to your easy, lighthearted conversation for just a moment.

when it came to you and jack, there was just something about it. something extraordinarily special.

"i see," you nodded along to jack's words, an encouraging smile on your face. "that's really good. since when did you become an artist?"

"since always." jack grinned proudly.

"then you have to promise you'll make me a drawing soon. my desk is pretty boring, i need something to brighten it up." you held out your pinky, eyebrows raised. "promise?"

"i promise." jack linked his pinky with yours, and turned back to his masterpiece with renewed vigor.

a sense of warmth filled aaron's chest, the ends of his lips turning upwards into a faint smile at the natural bond you and jack had developed so quickly, over the course of a few weeks. deciding it was as good a time as ever to join, aaron reached out to fully open the door when a wince-gasp came from jack, stopping him.

"oh no," your head turned. "paper cut?"

jack nodded meekly, grimacing as his gaze shifted to you. his big, sweet eyes were tearful, "it stings."

"can i see?" he offered his hand limply, hanging downwards at the wrist. you cradled his small hand in yours; it was just a tiny cut - no more than a few centimeters, a faint line of red gradually seeping to the surface.

"hm, well," you huffed a breath, turning his hand face-up face-down - vaguely exaggerating the examination. you got up to retrieve the first-aid kit stationed in the room, aaron sidestepping a bit to keep out of potential view. "i think luck was on your side today, i don't think we'll have to amputate this time." you spoke with an airy tone, quick to bring light to the situation. it worked, jack stifling a laugh as you retook your seat. "nothing a bandaid can't fix."

there was the click of kit opening, a slight shuffle of what sounded like paper.

"and don't tell anyone i told you this," you applied a bit of ointment onto the bandaid before wrapping it onto his finger - not too tight or too loose, all to avoid cutting off circulation and to let the wound breathe. "we gotta keep extra band aids around because your dad always seems to get one himself."

"dad gets paper cuts? really?" jack's eyes widened in surprise.

just as his son, a breathless chuckle exited aaron; that wasn't necessarily true, but your intentions were clear: cheering jack up.

in addition, the last time he had heard someone talking to or interacting with jack like this - empathetically, attentively, motherly, was, well... haley.

it touched the usually unattended part of his heart that had been vastly empty since the divorce. since that one, horrible day. while the emptiness still lingered, you had made a pull at it. for a moment, you had healed it, even.

again, there was just something special about you. and again, the only way aaron could describe it was extraordinary.

"really." you nodded convincingly, tossing the little plastic scraps into the nearby trash bin, giving top of jack's hand a consoling pat. "it happens all the time."

aaron mentally rolled his eyes at that, a smile itching at his lips.

jack picked up his brown crayon, pain forgotten, eager to get back to his drawing. "i'm gonna draw daddy and put a bandaid on him. he's a superhero too, y'know?"

"yeah," your smile was rather bashful, your tone of voice so admirable it caused a blush to rise in aaron's cheek. "i know."

[verperina]

On The Throne

Pairing: Dorian Havilliard x f!reader 

Summary: Dorian fulfills your fantasy of being fucked on his throne.

Warnings: 18+ smut

Word Count: 2,943

Author’s Note: I’m not 100% satisfied with this, but I’m still proud of myself for finishing it. I stayed up until 4:00 in the morning to finish writing and editing, and then put it in my drafts. And please ignore how boring/dumb the title is. I couldn’t come up with anything else.

“Everyone out.” Dorian’s voice rang throughout the room, echoing off the marble floors. The guards quickly left, including Chaol who sent a glance toward his friend and then to you before shutting the doors behind him. The room was completely empty now. It was just you and Dorian, who still had his eyes on you.  

Chaol had fetched you from the library, informing you that Dorian had requested your presence in the throne room, but did not say why. When you asked if something had happened, Chaol had quickly reassured you that the king was fine and had simply wanted to see you. 

The way Dorian was currently looking at you—a predatory look in his eyes—made your heart skip a beat, and you took a moment to study his clothing. He always dressed immaculately, but today he showed to be the perfect portrait of royalty. His black hair neatly combed with a gold crown placed perfectly upon his head, a fitted black jacket embellished with red and gold, a silk tunic, black trousers and black knee-high boots. The wedding ring adorning his finger—a silver band with a sapphire jewel that matched your own—gleamed in the sunlight.

Your body started to feel warm, your dress too constricting.

The corner of his lip tugged upwards and he reached out a hand, gesturing for you to step up the dais. “Come here.”

You remained still. His eyebrows faintly rose at your defiance and you could see a sliver of amusement in his eyes.

“Ask nicely,” you said, a small grin starting to form on your lips, “and then maybe I will, husband.”

He chuckled, the noise coming out breathy. “Please, come here my dear wife.”

After a moment of mock contemplation, you obliged, slowly walking up the steps so you wouldn’t trip over the fabric of your dress. 

Once you were within his reach, you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers together, looking at his wedding ring before speaking. “When Chaol came to get me I was worried at first—I thought maybe something had happened.” Dorian’s gaze softened. “He was quick to reassure me that you were more than fine, although he didn’t share why you wanted to see me.”

Dorian started to smile. “I didn’t tell Chaol why I wanted to see you.”

“And why is that?” you asked, head tilting to the side.

“Because I didn’t want him to know that I would very much like to fuck you on my throne.” You choked out a laugh and felt your face begin to warm. His smile widened at the sound, sapphire eyes bright. A few weeks ago, laying in your shared bed after hours of passionate love making, you had confessed to Dorian about your fantasy of having sex on his throne—with no one else in the room, of course—and he had only laughed and playfully teased you before fucking you once more. You thought he had forgotten all about it. Apparently not. He added, “But I’m sure he will figure it all out rather soon.” And then a sly grin came across his face. “If he doesn’t, then I’m sure the noises will be confirmation.”

“Your mother would be horrified if she found out,” you mused. It was no secret that Georgina Havilliard wasn’t overly fond of you. When envisioning a future wife for her eldest son she favored the idea of a princess or at least a woman of high nobility, not a commoner like you. But Dorian didn’t care about her opinion and had no problem voicing it. He loved you and that’s all that mattered.

Your husband only shrugged before lightly tugging your hand. You saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes and knew that he wanted to indulge you in your fantasy. You lowered yourself onto his lap, straddling his hips and his large hands immediately gripped your thighs. Bringing your hands to cup his jaw, your thumb lightly traced the sharpness of his cheekbone, and then brushed it against his bottom lip.

You let yourself take time in admiring his features. His beauty. Just Dorian himself. Your Dorian.

Removing your hands from his face, you lowered them to his shoulders, and then to the firm muscle of his abdomen through his clothing. His stomach tightened at your touch and with one last glance at his face, your lips found his in a soft kiss, one so at odds with the burning desire that snapped through the air. Your entire body was tingling from excitement and the feeling of his warmth seeping into you.

Dorian’s tongue meets yours tentatively, waiting for you to lead the kiss, letting you decide how you wanted it. You let yourself take control. You alternate between gently nipping his lips and stroking your tongue against his while running your fingers through his thick hair. 

Your heart was racing and your face warm. Dorian pulled away to rest his forehead against yours. His lips were swollen from your kisses and his tanned face was a light shade of pink. “Tell me what you want,” he breathed, sapphire eyes glazed over with lust.

You swallowed, trying to catch your breath. “You.”

“Want me to make you feel good?” he murmured.

“Yes.” You nodded eagerly, and not bothering to wait for him to take control, your hands grip the collar of his tunic as you drag Dorian in for a kiss that’s desperate and a little sloppy. His tongue in your mouth once again, and his hands move to cup your ass, kneading the flesh. A pleased sigh leaves you.

He deepens the kiss. It’s demanding and ravenous. You let yourself melt into him, let yourself just be here in the now with him. Unashamed and happy. You teasingly roll your hips against his hardness, causing a wave of pleasure to shoot through you, and a low, rough groan escapes him. You repeat the motion again, feeling arousal pool between your thighs.

His lips began to plant kisses along your jawline, and then leaves a trail of kisses down the column of your throat. Sucking the skin before harshly biting, a gasp leaves you at the slight stinging sensation. “I want to see my marks on you.” And you wanted to see his marks on you too. You wanted everyone to know that no one could touch you like Dorian could. That no one would ever be able to please you like Dorian did.

His hands started to untie the front laces of your dress, your bare breasts now exposed, and your nipples hardening from both your arousal, and the cool air. His lips leave love bites on your neck and collarbones, and then your breasts. You looked at him to see that his eyes were already on you, pure hunger shining in them.

And when Dorian brought your nipple to his warm mouth, you couldn’t stop the strangled moan that left you. Your back arched as your hands came to rest on his broad shoulders. He continued his torturous teasing; the rough sucking, the gentle biting. Your head tipped back as his fingers tugged at your other nipple. “Dorian,” you mumbled. Your cunt was wet, the lace fabric starting to become uncomfortable.

He wasn’t using his phantom hands. He wanted you all to himself. 

He lips wrapped around your other nipple, continuing the same ministrations but even more harsher this time. Your thighs tightened around him. He shuddered when your body moved against his, a debauched sound escaping his throat—a sound you wanted to hear more of. 

You continued to slowly grind yourself on him, desperate for some kind of relief. A pathetic whimper was voiced when your sensitive clit rubbed against the fabric of his pants. 

“I need more.” The words came out as a plea. It wasn’t enough. Your body craved more. 

Dorian released his mouth from you, looking into your eyes and said, “Tell me what you need and I will give it to you.”

“You inside of me.”

Your fingers trembled as you quickly undid the button to his pants and then his zipper. He pushed the skirts of your dress further up until your panties were completely visible, and without hesitation he pushed the material to the side and slid a finger through your folds, a breath leaving him at the feeling of your wet cunt.

You brought Dorian in for another kiss, one that left you breathless, and then pulled back to look at him. His hair was messy from your fingers running through it, pretty flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. He still had the pale band around his neck from where the collar had been, but it did nothing to diminish his beauty.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathed. 

Dorian laughed, his eyes glimmering with mirth, and your heart skipped a beat at how joyous it sounded. “I prefer devastatingly handsome.” He paused to kiss you once more. “But thank you.”

You smiled and opened your mouth to respond, but a moan came out when he slid a finger inside of you, purposefully slow. You looked down to see his finger sliding in and out, gathering more of your slick. “You like seeing me touch you?”

You nodded, slightly rocking your hips and bringing your hand down to rub your clit at a steady pace. A silent hiss left your lips at the contact, and pressure started to form low in your belly, a bundle of nerves starting to become more intense. His other hand kneaded your breast, adding more stimulation, making your orgasm grow nearer, even more so as a second finger entered you.

Your cunt started clenching rhythmically, eager to find that release you desperately wanted. You started rubbing your clit faster, feeling a sheen layer of sweat on your body and hairline despite the room being a little cold. You could only imagine how messy your appearance was right now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to particularly care.

Breathy gasps left you as you climaxed, your body shuddering from the intensity as Dorian helped you ride through your high. The feeling leaves you in ecstasy, slightly buzzed. Only when you stopped pleasuring yourself did he gently remove his fingers. 

He brought them to his mouth, sapphire eyes glazed over with burning desire, and tasted your arousal. A pleased sound left him. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he pulls you in for a fiery kiss, your tongues stroking against one another. 

You push down his undershorts, his cock springing free, hard and the tip leaking with arousal. You swallowed. You wanted Dorian to fuck your throat until tears streamed down your face, but that would happen next time when you two had more time, it could wait. Instead, you grabbed his cock and stroked him, and Dorian tipped his head back.

Your thumb collected the moisture at his tip, rubbing it along his slit and he groaned. You could tell that he was restraining himself from bucking his hips. After giving a soft squeeze, you very slowly start stroking him. His brows slightly furrow and his hands tighten their hold on your backside. You give a harsh tug, and then another before picking up your pace a little more.

The restraint that Dorian was holding onto broke free as he removed your hand from his length and tightened a fist over it, giving a few leisure strokes of his own, and then angles himself up with the entrance of your cunt. And when you finally lowered yourself onto his cock, you couldn’t stop the shudder that ran throughout your entire body. The feeling of him being inside you felt so warm and full.

You both paused for a moment to just breathe each other in, and then you began a slow pace, placing a hand around his throat and the other on his chest to balance yourself. The stretch of his cock is a delicious torture; you could never grow tired of this. A shaky breath escapes your lips as you ride him. His hands come to rest on your hips to help steady you.

You could feel a thin layer of perspiration cling uncomfortably to your back, but you ignored it as you lightly squeezed Dorian’s throat and closed your eyes, feeling nothing but pure bliss. 

Very slowly you start to move a little faster, his heavy breathing encouraging you. Each time your hips moved upward you squeeze around his cock, making his eyebrows lightly crease from pleasure and his hands tighten their hold on you. You bring your mouth to his, and heavy, forceful kisses leave your lungs burning for air. Your hands and his own are all over each other, frantic, as if you two can’t get enough of one another. 

“How did I get so lucky?” he asked. “How did I get so lucky as to have you?”

Before you could open your mouth to respond, Dorian’s hand came down to harshly smack your ass and you gasp in surprise. He does it again, but harder this time and it causes you to clench around his cock, and in response he lets out a quiet groan. He lets his nails lightly scratch the side of your ass before slapping you again. You wouldn’t be surprised to find handprints later on.

He stopped your movements by firmly grabbing your hips, and before you could question what he was doing, he slammed you down onto his length—hard. You both let out choked moans and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. He repeated the same motion thrice more before snapping his hips upward. The sound of skin-on-skin echoing throughout the room.

“You can take it,” Dorian panted. 

His hands are still holding your hips in place to keep you in his control. Your back arches in pleasure, a small whimper leaving your lips, and a deep pressure starts building in your belly, tingles rippling through your entire body. You plead for your husband to go faster, desperately wanting to find release. Your mouth hangs open as your forehead falls against his, and a bead of sweat trails down your temple from your hairline. You ignore the uncomfortable feeling of sweat clinging to your body.

Your hands cup your breasts, kneading the flesh before rolling your nipples in between your thumbs and forefingers to add more stimulation. You groan at the sensation. Dorian watches keenly, his throat bobbing. 

Your cunt is throbbing painfully and your walls are pulsing as your body tightens around him. He releases his hold on you so you can move against him, and you bring your hands to rest on his shoulders to ride him faster.

“Take what you want,” he encourages. “Ride my cock like a good girl.”

You whine at the praise, clenching around his cock. He moans at the feeling of your tight, wet walls around him. The sound sent a rush of pleasure to your core. He kisses you harshly before speaking again. “You’re doing so good for me. Always so good for me.”

The knot in your stomach twists. “I’m going to come,” you gasp out. Your movements become chaotic and uncontrolled. You start rhythmically pulsing around his cock and he snaps his hips in a frenzy to help bring your climax closer. 

“That’s it,” he rasped. “Come for me.”

With a loud moan, your orgasm rolls through you in an intense convulsion, your vision blurring. Your toes curl so hard in your slippers they begin to cramp as pure ecstasy floods your body. Your limbs tremble and spasm as you hold onto Dorian tightly, burning your face into the crook of his neck. 

He curses, nipping the lobe of your ear as his warm hands grip your thighs. His hips buck frantically, chasing his own release, and when you clench around him again he groans loudly, spilling into you. His breathing is ragged against your neck as his thrusts slow down before coming to a stop. 

The two of you trembled in each other’s arms as you came down from the high. You sigh, closing your eyes, letting yourself rest your head on his chest and listen to the erratic beating of his heart. Dorian lazily ran his hand up and down your back. His touch is soothing and gentle, like always.

The air in the room was stifling, too hot, despite it being chilly when you had first arrived. You swallow, trying to catch your breath and calm your racing heart. You could feel your dress stick uncomfortably to your skin from sweating, and stray pieces of your hair were stuck to your forehead. You were too dazed from your orgasm to care about your appearance.

“Do you think Chaol knows?” you ask softly. Both of you had been in here for more than ten minutes and neither of you had exactly been quiet, and Chaol wasn’t dumb; he saw the way you and Dorian were looking at each other before leaving the room.

“Given how loud you and I were, then yes, I would assume so,” Dorian says. “But if he isn’t aware, then I have no problem fucking you again.”

You laugh loudly at that and he joins you, the sound making your heart skip a beat. You had no problem with being fucked on his throne again, if anything it made you want to do it again. 

“I would like that,” you respond, stifling a yawn.

“I thought as much.” You couldn’t see his face, but you knew that Dorian was smiling, and you felt a smile bloom on your lips too, feeling happy and content with being in the arms of your husband.

[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

Reunion

Masterlist

Pairing: Dick Grayson x (f)reader

Tags: NSFW, future angst, toxic, you cant fix him, smut, grad school, halloween, Dick is the reader's friend's ex's best friend, reunion, oral, penetration, praise, heartbreak, heartbroken reader,

The last time you'd been at a party like this was in freshman year. Now, in your twenties and in grad school, you were surprised to be at a Halloween house party - on Greek row, no less.

What was the harm? You were dressed in a Men in Black costume with your best friend, Jo, which made you look like a duo rather than a lone target for the inevitable creeps. Plus, you knew a bunch of people here, so it could actually turn out to be a fun night. In your black leather skirt and white button-up, you had chosen an outfit that was both fun and flattering. The fitted blazer - which you borrowed from your sister - accentuated your figure well. Your outfit had been recognized on the walk over by people calling out, "Men in Black!" From across the street.

As you stood with Jo on the front porch while people amoked around you and music blasted from inside, you were waiting for the host to reply with the text containing the entry code. Suddenly, Jo called out, "Dicky!" before being pulled into a hug by someone. You looked up just as "Dicky" turned toward you, and in a heartbeat, you found yourself pulled into an unexpectedly warm embrace. Lean muscles pressed against you through the thin fabric of a black button-up, undone just enough to reveal a glimpse of toned chest.

A low, teasing voice laughed in your ear, "Bet you don’t remember me."

Your voice was small as you murmured, "No…" but then you caught sight of his face - and your heart skipped. Athletic build, sharp jawline, flawless blue eyes, and a smile that could probably melt glass. Oh, you remembered him.

"It’s Robert’s friend," Jo grinned at you, helpfully filling in the details.

Right. Robert’s friend, Dicky. Dick Grayson. The eldest Wayne brother. That Dick Grayson.

In your periphery, you caught eyes of party goers following your exchange. A mix of intrigue and excitement shown in them. A few people nudged each other, whispering, but Dick didn't seem to notice. Holding himself with indifference, as if used to it.

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Three years ago.

You’d just finished celebrating a friend’s 20th birthday, and as the night wound down, the pub your friend group frequented started emptying as people were heading out for the night. Your group gathered their coats and stumbled into the crisp night air, chattering and laughing.

Your friend, along with her boyfriend, Robert, stopped you at the door. "Hey, girl, you got a ride?"

"I’ll catch the bus," you reassured them, gesturing at the stop down the block.

"Don’t take the bus," a new voice interjected. "I’ll drive you."

"Oh-" You turned toward Dick as he flashed his keys. The sound of his Subaru unlocking accompanied his offer. "You don’t have to."

"C’mon, you don’t live that far from me anyway."

And that’s how you ended up in a car with him.

You’d asked, just to be sure, "You didn’t drink, right?" caught for a moment by the way his eyes turned to catch your gaze. You tried to keep your cool, but your blush gave you away. You blamed the booze.

A glint sparked in his eye. "What, you don’t trust me?"

Your fingers fidgeted nervously. "If you drank… then, no."

He smirked, showing perfect teeth. "I can be dangerous when I’m sober, too." With a mischievous look, he sped up just slightly, the engine roaring. "Do you trust me?"

Your breath hitched, but this time, not with fear - with excitement. You tried to tell yourself, 'Pull your dumbass head out', especially since he had a girlfriend. Or... a friend he was making out with. Who didnt leave with him...

Still, your body didn't listen, as the thrill of his speeding up made you grip the seat belt tighter.

"Maybe you shouldn’t…" you whispered.

"I think I should." His grin widened, and the car sped up even more.

You couldn’t help laughing to yourself. There was something irresistibly reckless about him, and he obviously knew it worked in his favor. Something that made your pulse race. Your backward, illogical pulse.

You hadn’t noticed your thighs pressing together. But he had.

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You blinked, bringing yourself back to the party, back to the present. You smiled up at him. "Yeah, I remember you."

“Good." He grinned, slipping his hands casually into his pockets. Those blue eyes, with their signature teasing glint, roamed over you as if he were taking mental notes and enjoying every reaction you made. "Men in black?"

"Y/n's idea!" Jo grinned at him. "Costume took us all of five minutes to put together... something like that, right?" He turned to you for confirmation.

"Yeah," you said absentmindedly.

"And what are you?" Jo turned back to Dick. A dark angel?"

You took in his outfit. Black button up, undone at the top, black feather wings on the back, and a black halo held by a headband around his head.

"Lucifer," Dick corrected.

"Ah, nice!" Jo gave a slow clap.

Dick smiled a cocky smile, and then his gaze shifted to yours. "It's good to see you."

There was a new air about him. He was taller, his frame still lean but solid with muscle. He looked every bit the man you once knew, now more rugged. Hed changed, but so had you. Back then, you’d been easily impressed by boys. Now, after a serious relationship resulting in awful hearbreak followed by a handful of flings, you knew the game better. Experience had a way of tempering those old thrills.

"Nice to see you too," you said, trying to play it cool, though a flicker of heat crossed your cheeks.

"Waiting on your friend?" Dick asked, noticing you glancing at your phone.

"Yeah," you muttered, a little annoyed. "My friend Penelope’s one of the hosts, but she’s not answering my texts."

He didn’t hesitate, stepping away and speaking briefly to the guy at the door. A moment later, he came back. "Give him the cover, and you’re in."

"Thanks." You smiled up at him, grateful.

"Anytime."

Before you could say more, a voice cooed from the side, "Oh, Lucifer…" A girl in a Hogwarts costume sauntered over, pressing herself against Dick's side with her hands running up his torso. "Come corrupt me."

You offered a polite, close lipped smile as she gave you a once-over. Yep. This was the Dick you remembered. Never alone. Always surrounded by admirers.

"See you inside?" he asked, eyes already on her, a grin on his face.

"Yeah," you nodded, hurrying past them.

Inside, the party was in full swing. The house was packed, music thumping, and you wove through the crowd, recognizing friends and catching up with the occasional shouting match over the blaring speakers. Finally, a hand grabbed your shoulder, and you turned to see Penelope in an American Psycho costume with the plastic raincoat covered in blood. "Girl, you made it!"

"Yep!" You hugged her, laughing. "Cool party! How’s it going?"

"Chaos," she rolled her eyes. "People have been sneaking in without RSVPs, and we’ve been chasing them out all night-"

Suddenly a ring came from her phone and she brought it up to read the screen, then offered you an apologetic look. "Someone just broke the fridge door, I gotta go-"

You waved off her apology, pulling her toward the dance floor. "Let someone else deal with it. Lets enjoy your party, bitch!"

She gave up fighting and pocketed her phone, then began to dance to the music. The two of you fell into the rhythm of the crowd, and as the drinks started kicking in, you let yourself melt into the music, eyes closed, the bass pulsing through you.

A low voice murmured behind you. "Didn’t know you could move like that."

You turned to see Dick, grinning as he joined you on the floor. "I used to do ballet."

His brows rose. "How did I never know that?"

You shrugged. "Guess it never came up."

His hands settled lightly on your waist, pulling you toward him. "Well, I have to say," a mischievous smirk played on his lips as he leaned in close, his voice soft and warm in your ear. "It did wonders. You’re damn sexy when you dance."

You felt your cheeks heat. "Where's your girlfriend?"

Dick laughed to himself. There was a thrill in making you flustered, a satisfaction that came from knowing he could draw out that blush. He shook his head, amused. "I don’t have a girlfriend."

"What about Miss Gryffindor?" You raised an eyebrow.

He laughed, nodding in realization you meant the girl from earlier. "Ah, yeah. I just met her here. Don’t even know her name."

"Oh?" You felt the tension ease only slightly, though a quick look around made you oddly self-conscious. The music, the people packed around, the way he was looking at you-all of it made it feel like you two were too close.

Dick caught sight of a phone camera aiming his way, likely hoping for a candid. He turned slightly, hiding your face without you noticing and giving them a polite but distant nod. He was used to this game.

There were too many people here, he dicided. He leaned close to your ear. "Wanna go somewhere a little quieter?"

Your brow quirked, your rational side already on alert. Of course. Dick Grayson might look like a dream, but he was still a guy. "And do what?"

He smiled, something mischievous glinting in his eyes. "And have some fun." He grinned, undeterred by your unimpressed expression.

Part of you longed to lean into the proposition. But another part screamed at to be cautious, to remember that opening your heart again could lead to more pain. You had decided a while ago that, at least for now, you weren't ready to commit your time and energy into a relationship. "Look, I appreciate the offer. But I'm not really looking to get tied up in something -"

"I'm not offering to get you tied up in something." He smirked. "I'm offering we fuck. Just one night. Between two grown ups who know what they want."

You blinked, and suddenly, the proposal became appealing. One night? No strings attached and, more importantly, no heartbreak? And as far as guys at this party went, you could do a lot worse than Dick Grayson.

"No strings attached?" You looked up at him

"You have my word." He make a show of putting his hand on his heart.

Fuck it, You thought. Let him show you what everyone was gushing about. Timidly, you nodded up at him. "I'll just tell my friends know where I'm going."

"Let them wonder." He waves off, careless. Truth be told, you realize you don't really know how to deal with your friends' reactions to you leaving the party with a him. Instead, you pull your phone out and send your group chat a quick text.

Ditching. Going home with someone )) see y'all tomorrow.

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"You still drive the same Subaru?" You said, making yourself comfortable on his leather seat. He even had the same seashell decoration on his rearview mirror. Your hand rose to touch it.

"You remember Morticia?" Dick asked from behind the wheel, turning the engine on.

You couldn't help the snort that ripped out of your mouth. "Right, Morticia. I forgot."

"Yeah, how could I trade off my baby? She's seen me through thick and thin." His fingers tapped at the wheel as he pulled up out of the party.

You nodded, rolling your eyes at how predictable men were. Boys and their toys, or however the saying went. "So, what are you up to? School? Work?"

"Police academy." He flashed you a signature charming smile.

You blinked, and your brows rose in surprise. "Oh wow, just like you wanted."

"I had a plan." His gaze was on the road ahead. His voice took on a serious tone.

"Thats great, Di-" you began to say.

"What about you? How's law school going?"

It was your turn to face the road. "It's... okay."

He hummed. "Doesn't sound like it,"

You huffed. "I dint know. I guess I idealized it too much. Turns out studying the law has a lot to do with getting away with crime rather than preventing it."

He didn't respond at first and you turned to see him grasp at the wheel, knuckles white. "Yeah... Tell me about it."

You swallowed, wondering what his reaction was about. "Is it like that at the academy, too?"

"There's corruption everywhere in this city." He said with a tone of disappointment. "And anyone can be bought."

You were surprised at this new side of him which you've never seen before.

You cleared your throat, then, in an attempt to lift the mood, said. "Well, here's to hoping idealistic dreamers manage to stay on the good guy's side. Hmm?"

He grinned at tyat, blue eyes still studying the road. "I like the sound of that."

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Dick still lived in the same apartment building you once visited two years ago. He pulled into the familiar parking lot and shifted into the park. As you walked into the unit of his medium-sized livingroom, taking in the humble decor, comfortable furniture, matte colored wallpaper. What stood out the most was the sheer mess of books tossed and scattered around the place. You remembered Dick to be pretty messy. You didn't remember him being so studious.

You walked over to his coffee table and picked up an open book, flipping it to read the cover.

Forensic Pathology Throughout the 21st Century by-

You nearly dropped the book when you felt his lips on the back of your neck. Dick's frame was so much bigger compared to yours, his arms easily framed you from the back as you felt his body heat on your back. You sighed softly as his lips trailed down your neck, his hand coming up to brush your hair aside.

"Wanna know something?" He whispered in your ear, the warmth of his cooler scented breath tickling your sensitive skin.

"Yeah," your voice was just above a whisper.

"I had a bit of a crush on you when we first met." His voice lowered with the confession.

You smiled a melancholy smile to yourself. You had trouble believing that. In your experience, guys always said what they knew would get them into bed. "Really?"

He turned you to face him. His eyes studying you with amusement. "You don't believe me."

You grimaced at being caught. "You realize that I'm already at your place, right? You don't need to say anything to get in my pants."

He made a show of looking down at your outfit. "You're not wearing pant-"

"Dick," You smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

He caught your wrist and lowered his face to meet your eye to eye. "We were at Richmond's pub. You, me, Robert, Laura, and I think... yeah, a couple more people. Your friend came over to visit you from another state, and you invited her to join."

Your eyes switched between his as he spoke, remembering exactly that night you talked about.

"And we all had a bit to drink. And everyone was talking so fucking much. And laughing. And shouting. There wasn't a moments peace that night. Except," he said, cupping your chin. "Except for your corner of the table."

You raised a brow, prompting him to continue.

"You just sat there." He went on. "Quietly, and observed. But every time someone said something , you gazed at them as if it was the most interesting thing on earth. There was wonder in your eyes that I just..."

"You just...?"

He shrugged, then lowered his lips and met yours in a heated kiss. You sighed into the kiss, and he deepened it, his tongue swiping past yours. You stood this close for a long time. When you pulled apart, Dick looked like he physically yearned for more. "I just wanted to kiss you so. Damned. Bad."

Your breath sped up by that time, catching up on the breath you'd lost to the kiss, your mouth dropped slightly in astonishment. "You still remember that?"

He nodded, pulling you back into the kiss. As you leaned into him, he unbuttoned your blazer, followed by your blouse, then loosened your tie, trailing kisses down your collar and breasts until he reached the hem of your skirt, asking. "Take a step back for me,"

"Okay," you nodded, obeying until your back hit the wall of his living room.

The scenario was so random. You never thought you'd end up liek this tonight. Backed up against the wall of Dick Grayson's apartment, clothes disheveled, strands of hair falling on your face as the eldest son of gothams, the wealthiest dynasty kneeling at your feet. You'd be amazed, but in truth, you were still processing what he told you earlier. He remembered a very specific moment. That even you didn't think of as significant. And yet... it had meant something to him. You suddenly felt your heart warm.

You risked a glance down, seeing him lift up your skirt, pulling down your panties.

His blue eyes focused on yours as his tongue slipped past his lips, and he leaned closer, swiping it through your folds. Unable to handle the intensity of the view, you bit your lip, wanting to shift your gaze away, but... you couldn't. It was like his gaze physically locked yours in. His lips wrapped around your core, tongue quickly finding your clit with enthusiastic licks.

"Oh," your hand shot to cover your mouth as your head rolled back against the wall. Shaking fingers combed the black locks of his hair as you moaned his name, begging for more.

His hands wrapped around the back of your thighs, and he pulled them further apart, opening you up for better access. His tongue dipped into you, licking that sensitive nerve inside, making your back arch against the wall.

"Please," you keened as your core began to spread a warm, exciting sensation, making your body shake against him. "Please, please, please,"

Your knees buckled, nearly giving out. He stood up, catching you around your waist, pressing your foreheads together. "Hey," he gasped, grinning at you.

"H-hi" you panted against him.

"Not quitting on me, are you?" He winked at you.

You laughed. "No."

"Brilliant," he smiled, pulling you into a kiss that was eagerly returned.

You don't remember exactly how, but you were picked up one moment and then lowered onto his bed the next. This was a part of his room you were seeing for the first time, but you barely gave a fuck to look around as you were too busy getting up off the bed, surprising a stripping Dick.

He eyed you questioningly until you brought your hands up to where he was in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt and replacing his. Carefully you discarded his shirt, kissing your way down his impressively chiseled chest and torso. You were surprised to see a mapping of scars and marks along his skin, but refrained from asking. The less you two knew about each other, the better. You kissed your way down, reveling in the sounds he released as you did, and the way his hand came up to cradle your head.

At last, you reached the top of his jeans, sitting comfortably on his narrow waist. You undid his belt and lowered the layer of pants and underwear until his hardness was in front of you. You tried to hold back your wide-eyed reaction, but holy... Dick's Dick was big. We'll, it was bigger than any you've ever seen. All three.

"Like what you see?" He asked above you with a knowing smile.

You realized you were staring, then you looked up at him and nodded eagerly before taking him in your mouth. You watched his brow furrow in pleasure as he gasped, hand still cradling your head. He drawled, "Oh baby, yes. Just like that. Good girl."

You moaned around him at the praise, eager for more. Licking and sucking, you thought to yourself, this was the most eager you've ever been to give someone a blow job, not sure why - I guess the right ones just have that effect.

"Baby," He moaned. "If you want me to fuck you, you should stop."

Reluctantly you pulled away, watching his face, studying his expressions. You got up slowly on wobbly legs and fell back onto the soft, cushion of the bed, backing up to give him room.

Dick tisksed, shaking his head. You wondered what that was about, but then he grabbed you by your ankle and pulled you towards himself. It barely took any effort for him to do that. Your breath hitched, more so when you two were now met torso to torso as he leaned over you, lining himself up. He grabbed one of the pillows on his bed head, lifted you by the small of your back, and placed the pillow under it. Then, he rolled on the condom. You were surprised, usually having to do both those actions yourself.

When he thrust into you, the two of you gasped in unison. His pupils were wide as he gazed down at you before drawing you against him. You clung onto him as he trusted into you again and again. "Ah, ah, Dick-"

"So tight." He bit his lip. "God, baby. You're so perfect."

"Dick, I'm - oh," you stuttered. "Please, more, please,"

He sped up his rhythm, brushing your sensitive spot with each thrust, moaning as he did. "So, fucking tight. Feels so good, baby."

"Yeah," you gazed up at him with those glassy eyes, and Dick felt like he won. He hadn't lied when he said he wanted to kiss you. We'll. He did lie. In truth, he wanted to do so much more. But having you beneath him, moaning his name, and gazing up at him like he was all that mattered made something spark within him. Something powerful. Possessive. He wanted every guy who you've ever been with to see you this way. His. For all intents and purposes, in this perfect moment, you were his.

Dick pressed his hand to your lower belly, feeling himself slide in and out of you. The action resulted in a sweet pressure inside you, building up and making you write under him.

God, did he know what he was doing. It was refreshing. Truly.

Your nails scratched down his back to grasp as his hips needing him closer, as close as possible. Your orgasm hit like a wave, making you cry out as your whole body shuddered.

Your shaking hands cradled his face. He shuddered and leaned into your touch, making each eager thrust count.

"Come for me," you wispered, eyes pleading. "I wanna see you come."

Oh god, yes. He grunted, pressing against you. He would do anything, everything. All you had to do was ask in that breathy, cute voice. Please.

As if obeying an order, his orgasm shot through his entire body. Your arms snaked around him, pulling him down to you for a kiss, and he lowered himself to indulge you.

You were so sweet, so vulnerable in his arms. So different from the composed, confident girl he'd remembered. He held you as close as he possibly could, nearly crushing you. But you didn't mind. Welcoming his warm embrace.

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You had class early the next day, a weekend course that was unfortunately mandatory. So you dressed quickly, hoping not to wake him. Thoggh, you realized you failed when you heard stirring from the bed just as you picked up your discarded shoes. You turned to see him blinking away sleep. He looked cute with his hair still messy, bare torso and arms covered by a messily draped bed sheet.

And you enjoyed waking up in his embrace too. His arm resting as a pillow under your head as you slept on your side, as his other arm was draped around your waist.

"Going somewhere?" His voice was a low rasp, rough with sleep.

You managed a small, apologetic smile. "I’ve got a nine a.m. lecture every Saturday."

Dick’s gaze narrowed slightly, the hint of a frown on his lips. "It’s six."

"I know," you murmured, glancing down at your clothes—a crumpled, half-worn version of last night’s outfit. "But I’ve got to go home first. I can’t exactly show up like this."

He pushed himself up, revealing the full view of him in the early light, looking both effortless and undeniably inviting. "I’ll drive you."

"You don’t have to," you said, shaking your head quickly. "I already called an Uber-"

"Cancel it."

"It’s...already here," you replied, lifting your phone. "ETA one minute."

A flicker of something - was that disappointment? - crossed his blue eyes, but he only shrugged. "Alright."

The silence that followed felt heavy, pressing against you as you avoided his gaze. "Thank you for yesterday," you said finally, your voice quieter. "It was... fun."

His lips twisted into a teasing smirk. "You know, you could’ve woken me up for another round."

You let out a soft, half-sarcastic laugh. "You looked peaceful. I didn’t want to ruin that."

He snorted, leaning back, the look in his eyes lingering as he watched you slip on your shoes.

"See you around," you murmured, already halfway out of the bedroom, the words feeling less like a promise and more like a polite exit.

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Twice in one week. You hesitated the moment you stepped into the bar with your fellow interns, their laughter and voices fading as they moved toward a round table further in.

You knew better than this. You were an adult, and when you’d agreed to that night with him, you both understood it was just that - one night. But try as you might, logic hadn’t stopped your body from betraying you. Your breath hitched, and an ache tightened in your chest as your gaze fell on a too-familiar face.

There he was, leaning casually against the wall, lips pressed to someone else’s in a way that was both effortless and intimate. His hands traced her back with the same warmth you’d felt only nights ago.

And suddenly, that story he told you about the pub became just that, a story. Just like any other man had told you to get in your pants. A means to an end. You mentally admonished yourself, disbelief at falling for yet another one.

You swallowed hard, feeling the sting of something you couldn't quite name. You’d told yourself it didn’t mean anything. But here, watching him so easily entwined with someone else, you couldn't help but feel discarded. Hurt.

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[grave-z-boy]

Nanami Kento x Male!reader

Paring: Nanami Kento x male!husband!reader

Summary: reader and Namami come home after over a year in a hospital.

Warning: relatively anti-climactic, everybody lives/nobody dies Au, post-shibuya incident, mentions of gojo and the first years, mentions of extended hospital stays, injury (to children and adults), and medically induced coma, short fic.

Word count: 1069

A/n: was I asked to write this? No, do I have 30+ request in my inbox, yes. Do I even write for jkk on a regular basis? No. And yet here we are.

The car ride home was deafeningly quiet. 15 months away from it made it feel…distant. You still went there, every other day or so, but you were never inside for more than ten minutes, you didn't eat or sleep there. Your books were untouched, your refrigerator was emptied months ago when you realized all the food had gone bad, your bed was still perfectly made, as he had made it that morning all those months ago.

You breathed in as you reached a familiar stop light. Tapping your finger against the steering wheel as you held it.

“Are you nervous?” was the first thing Nanami said since you left the hospital.

“A little.” you breathed out, “I wish I took better care of it- I know you loved it, now it's dusty and…sad.”

He let out a small laugh- the road was clear so you took a moment to glance at him, that beautiful smile, in spite of everything. You found yourself smiling too.

“It wasn't the house that I loved.”

His hand rested on top of yours on the middle console, his thumb running along the side of your hand for a moment before turning it over and locking your fingers together.

“Stop that..” you muttered, because that's what you were used to, affection and intimacy are hard in such a clinical setting. Especially in a hospital full of people with…traditional values.

He didn't stop, not letting go until you pulled into the driveway of your shared home, only to reach for you again when you got out of the car.

He's nervous, he's been nervous a lot in these 15 months, you couldn't blame him. Shibuya was…a lot. It's still completely blocked off, you are surprised the whole station hasn't been torn down due to the damage.

You knew it weighed heavily on his mind, not just about himself, but the first year- Gojo- everyone who got hurt that night. The hospital limited the amount of people who could visit him after having a room full of other patients crowd into his room- god, did he even know that happened? He was put in a medically induced coma on his first day there. People say that you can still be aware, but does he know just how much love was poured into his room that day? You remember Nobara’s face, covered in tears, trying her best to make the best out of a bad situation, she talked to him about matching eye patches of all things- she threw a fit when they made her leave.

Yuji only needed a few stitches, that didn't stop him from being there every day for nearly three months before he had to go back to school. He treated the room like his own personal space, a jacket thrown over the chair, homework scattered across the little portable table, food and drinks littering the place- it got so bad a nurse had to threaten him with a permanent ban. He kept the spotless.

Megumi didn't visit much, and when he did, it was with Gojo. The two of them were practically attached at the hip after Megumi’s stay at the hospital. A concussion- on top of several broken ribs and a pierced lung. He’s back at school now too, and Gojo is back to teaching.

Your hand shook slightly as you unlocked the door- you're nervous too, you were just here a couple of days ago, you shouldn't be this nervous, this was your house, everything was fine.

Opening the door to be met with nice, cold air- you blinked. Your air conditioner broke almost a year ago- after you left it running for almost a month with no break or no end in sight it crapped out on you, and now it was magically alive again.

You stepped into the house with caution. The air was clear, not even close to the dusty mess you'd left it. Any of the visible partials in the air were gone. The curtains were drawn and the sun shined in through every window. You walked further in. Passed the pristine living room and into the kitchen, where what could only be described as a mountain of gifts sitting on the counter.

“Ken, who was in our house?” you asked, stepping back.

“I asked Gojo to clean up before we left the hospital-” you groaned “-I didn't realize he would be so…gracious.”

You picked up a small pink gift bag from the bottom of the pile. The tag had Nobara’s name written on it, it wasn't her usual nice, practiced handwriting, it was off center a bit, and drooped down at the edge, but it was still distinctly her writing.

Reaching in, then pulling out a small cluster of black fabric. You unraveled it, revealing a black eye patch, with a dark red rose pattern on it.

“This is yours, from Nobara.”

He blinked before taking it. The one he wore now was stark white, given to him by the hospital. He slipped it off without a word- you never realized how quickly you’d grown used to his scars- once they finally healed that is. It was just…normal for you know.

He put the new eye patch on, and it honestly looked a million times better than the old one.

With a smile, you stepped towards him, taking his face in your hand and pulling him towards you. You kissed his cheek, then his lips-only briefly- before saying, “It looks good.”

That made him smile, even if it was small.

You both decided that the gifts could wait until later. Heading upstairs for a well deserved nap.

Gojo actually sucked at making beds, but you could tell he tried his best- or he made his students do it, one or the other. It didn't matter either way, the comforter was untucked and you crawled into bed with your husband for the first time in over a year.

Your cheek pressed against his chest, you realized he was still wearing his jacket- and so were you. You let out a small huff of laughter but made you move to ask him to take it off or take off your own. You watched as his blinking slowed, then stopped completely, his arms wrapped loosely around you, as yours were around him. His deep breathing and the near rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lulled you to sleep.

[dc-marvel-life]

Perfect Fit Chapter 12

Pairing: Natasha x Wanda x reader

Summary: Wanda and Natasha have a date night/morning

Word Count: ~4.7k

Warning: Curse words, SMUT, fingering, eating out, spanking, pussy spanking, a tiny bit of dom/sub, strap-ons, riding, face fucking

A/N: Wow that got out of hand lol

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Wanda’s POV

I start to feel my body wake up for the morning. I blindly reach out for my phone on my nightstand. I click the on button and barely open my eyes to see that I am up before my alarm. I have a couple more minutes before I have to be up. I try and move my body so I can rest for the last couple of minutes but I am stopped by feeling something heavy on my chest. I open my eyes all the way to see that Y/N is resting on my chest. I stop and watch her sleep. She is so beautiful while she sleeps. I wish that we can stay in this position forever. 

I kiss Y/N’s forehead to show my affection even though she is not up to seeing it. I want her to even feel my feelings towards her in her sleep. I am starting to get obsessed with this woman in my arms. I kiss her shoulder exposed shoulder from her oversized shirt. She told us that if she wears a normal shirt to bed that it feels like she is choking in her sleep and she will toss and turn all night. I like her wearing these oversized shirts. It just does something to me like when I see Nat in her famous leather jacket. 

I kiss her other shoulder and Y/N starts to stir in her sleep. I start to kiss all over her face, neck, and shoulder to start to wake her up. Y/N starts to giggle when realizing what I am doing.

“Now this is a way to be woken up in the mornings” Y/N puts her head in my neck and lets out a deep sigh then takes a deep breath to smell my scent. It tickled my neck and I started to laugh a little.

“We can keep doing this every morning if we need to” I say kissing her head through her hair.

“I will like that. I just wish that Natty was here with us” Y/N says and I look over at the empty spot in the bed. I love it when Y/N calls us Natty and Wands when she gets needy. She is so adorable. 

“I wish she was too, but you know how she gets when she doesn’t go for a run” Y/N laughs at this because the last time Nat didn’t get her run in for the day she was so cranky for no reason. 

She threw her shoe at Peter once because he left one of his science projects out in the living room one day and she tripped on it. She knew it was a mistake but she needed to let out some pinned-up energy. Little does anyone know, it is because we haven’t had sex in a minute. So her run is even longer now because of that. 

“Yeah that’s true but that means we get more time together to cuddle” Y/N holds me tighter. 

“That is true dulceata” We then fall into comfortable silence just enjoying our time until we need to get up and start our day. I start to think about all the stuff that I need to do today, then I realize today is Nat and I’s date night. It is my turn to plan the date and I was thinking of a cute at-home date idea that we planned a month or so ago.

“Hey, Dulceata… so tonight, Nat and I have our date night planned. It’s going to be something small, just here at home. I was thinking… would it be okay if, just for tonight, you sleep in your room?”  I ask then I hear a sigh of defeat and a soft okay.

“Hey look at me” I pull her face out of my neck and make her look into my eyes.

“Are you sure that you are okay with this because if you aren’t then I can move the date to the common living room so we can all sleep together tonight. 

“No, no, please don’t change anything because of me. You both deserve this. I want you to enjoy your night together. I just… “ she pauses for a moment. 

“It is okay. Take your time” I say encouragingly.

“I guess I’ve gotten used to being with you two. It makes the nightmares… easier to deal with,” Y/N says the last part barely ahead a whisper but that’s all I need to hear her. She grips my shirt tighter while avoiding eye contact. 

“Oh, Dulceata, it’s okay to be afraid of nightmares. I understand more than you know… when Pietro and I left Hydra, I had them for so long, every night. And even now, they come back sometimes. Nat too. She still dreams of the Red Room.” Her hand tightens around my shirt. I look into Y/N’s eyes so she knows I mean it. I hate that she gets nightmares like Nat and I. 

“We get it. Listen, if tonight feels too hard, it’s okay. You don’t have to sleep alone if you’re not ready. We’d never ask you to. You’re part of us now, and we want you to feel safe. If something happens… you know you can always come to us, right?” I ask softly without any resentment. I don’t want her to think we are forcing her out tonight. I love sleeping in the bed with both of my ladies. Just tonight I know that Nat and I are going to be intimate tonight. We haven’t been intimate since we have been dating Y/N. Which I am not complaining about, but it is time.

“Thank you, Wanda. I know it’s silly, but I guess I’ve never had anyone make me feel as safe as you two do. I’ll try to sleep on my own tonight, but if I… if I can’t, I’ll come find you, okay?” She offers a small smile, though I can still see the worry in her eyes. I hate seeing her worry this much about it. 

“Of course, you can come and find me. We will let you in the bed open arms and ready for cuddling” I pull her into a long, passionate kiss. We start to get lost in the kiss and I push Y/N’s shirt up a bit so I can feel her warm, smooth skin. Y/N tangles her fingers into my hair and tugs on it a bit to earn a soft moan from me. Right when we are about to continue, my morning alarm disrupts us.  

We break apart from the kiss just barely catching our breath. I reach over and grab my phone to turn off the alarm. I turn back over in bed to see that Y/N is already looking at me. Her eyes are dilated with the same intensity that is going through my veins 

“We will definitely continue this another time,” I pause and look her up and down. I bite my bottom lip trying my best to hold back what I actually want to do to this woman in front of me. 

“I going to go take a cold shower,” I smirk at her, “so I won’t do something that I will not regret later” I wink at her and rush out of the bed and head to the bathroom and lock the door. 

I turned on the shower to freezing cold to get rid of my dirty thoughts, but that didn’t work. I ended up touching myself while thinking of what Y/N would do to me. 

Once I come out of the bathroom, the bed is neatly made and Y/N has gone to her room to get ready for the day. I get changed and head out to start my day. I go into the kitchen and start making breakfast for Nat, Y/N, and me. 

“OOO! Do I smell the best cook in the world cooking?” a voice says that I know is Clint’s

“Yes, I am. I am cooking my normal breakfast,” I pause and look up to see who’s in the kitchen now. Clint came in with Yelena and Kate. I see Clint with his stupid puppy dog eyes that always work on me somehow. Maybe because he is Nat’s best friend. 

“Can you please cook me some breakfast? I am starving. We decided to get up early and work out with your girlfriend and she kicked our asses today” Clint says limping over to the kitchen island seat. 

“Yeah, she was so intense today for some reason. She even did Steve’s 13-mile run! She kept up with him the whole time!” Kate says face down on the floor. She didn’t even bother finding a spot on the coach.

“Don’t get me started on the workout today! She was sparing with us like we killed you or something!” Yelena says while coming over to stand next to me. I smile at them all. I didn’t think not having sex for so long was going to make Nat beat up her friends. It is a bit funny. Little does the team know that Nat is going to be way calmer tomorrow morning. I can’t wait for our date tonight. 

“Yes, I will cook breakfast for all of you today since my girlfriend made your morning hard” I laugh while cracking more eggs. 

“Wanda cooking breakfast for us!” Bucky comes out of nowhere.

“We are getting breakfast! Yes, I don’t have to cook today” Sam cheers. 

“Lady Wanda is making breakfast! YESSS!” Thor says somewhere. I don’t even see him. 

“I will cook breakfast for everyone BUT someone has to do my mission reports for today! I have a mountain of paperwork to do” I say with a raised eyebrow to see if we have any takers.

“I will do it!” Peter raises his hand excitedly.

“Perfect, it is on my desk in Nat and I’s office,” I say and start to get all the ingredients out to cook for the whole team.

“Yay! This is so worth it for Wanda’s cooking. Kate come on, let’s do this together so we can get it down faster” Peter says and drags Kate with him while she is still lying on the floor.

“How did get rope into this? I just wanted food because Natasha kicked my ass all this morning” Kate says while being dragged away by Peter. 

At least I love cooking big meals for the team. I just love providing for my family. While everyone else wanders off somewhere else in the room doing work, Yelena stays pretty close to me. The team knows that if I have too much help in the kitchen then I will bite their heads off. Yelena normally wanders off at this point and Y/N comes to help. It must mean that she wants to talk to me about something. I look around and don’t see Y/N anywhere; interesting….

“Hey Lena, do you want to help me prep breakfast?” I offer and she looks a bit off for a second. Like she is deciding if she wants to talk to me about whatever is on her mind. 

“Yeah, but I only know how to make mac and cheese so I don’t know how much help I can be” Lena shrugs.

“Don’t worry! I will help you along the way. I mostly need a hand with all the prep like taking things out of packages, cutting things up, and grabbing bowls/supplies for me. The easy stuff” I smile widely at the young blonde.

“The only people that I let cook in the kitchen with me at the same time are Sam and Y/N” I smile while thinking back on the nights when it is just Nat, Y/N, and I are in the kitchen late. Where we are all alone so we can be cuddly with each other. Y/N and I cooking while Nat watches us. We feed each other food. 

It truly is a magical time between the three of us. I snap back into reality and focus on making the team’s breakfast. 

Yelena is staring at me just like Nat does when she wants to tell me something, but doesn’t know how to put it into words. I didn’t want to push her to say anything, so I gave her time to think about how she wanted to put her thoughts into words. We start cooking and after about a few minutes, Yelena speaks up.

“How are you and Natasha are doing? Are you guys planning on having the wedding soon?” Yelena says cautiously while I unconsciously play with the engagement ring around my finger. I haven’t taken it off just yet because the team still thinks Nat and I are going to get married.

I mean we are eventually but right now we are enjoying our new amazing ship with Y/N over the month. It’s crazy that we have this connection with her only knowing her for only two months. About to be three soon. 

“Nat and I are doing great actually. We haven’t put a date in place just yet. You know… with being superheroes and all that” I skate around the real truth of us not deciding to go through with it. 

“Cool cool…” That is all that Yelena says. There is a tense silence in the air. 

“Why are you already planning Nat’s bachelorette party” I jokingly say bumping her hip with mine hip. She laughs alongside me.

“Don’t worry Lena. It will happen one day. Right now we are just enjoying being together. We don’t even need to get officially married. We will probably just tell Tony to throw one of his huge parties and call it a ‘wedding’” I turn to look at her and smile at her.

“That’s good to hear, It really is. She just seems so tense lately” she says after a big sigh of relief comes over her. I start to laugh at her statement and cover my mouth right away. Knowing the real reason why Nat is so tense. 

“Sorry, that is my bad. We haven’t done it in a while and she is riled up, but don’t worry. That will be fixed after tonight if you know what I mean” I wink at her and start to do a little dance. 

“Ewww,” Yelena backs away from me, “I don’t want to hear about my sister’s sex life,” Yelena says and I start laughing. 

Right on cue, Nat comes into the kitchen looking a little disheveled. To anyone, she looks perfect, but I have known her for too long to know better. 

Right behind her, Y/N comes in looking disheveled and fixing her shirt and hair. I look right back at Nat to see her already smirking at me. 

“It seems like you have had a fun day” I look over at Y/N then quickly back at Nat. I wiggle my eyebrows.

“I certainly did” Nat comes closer to me and pulls me into a kiss. I pull back and look at her in her eye.

“Did you and Y/N…” I say through our mind link but get interpreted.

“No no no no… I would never do that without you there for our first time” Nat says back at me. She comes close again to kiss my nose then goes over and starts to ‘play’ fighting with Yelena.

“Now come here,” I say low to Y/N while pointing one finger to get her to come over to me. She does and I help her fix her shirt and hair. While fixing her shirt, I can see the hickey marks that Nat just put on her.

“I see that you had a very busy morning with Nat and me” I wink at her and tell her to come help me finish the rest of the breakfast. 

After some time, we managed to cook enough food for the team and more thanks to Y/N’s help. We all sit down and enjoy a peaceful meal with the whole team without anything happening to us. We laughed, joked, shared memories, created new memories, and had fun this morning. 

The whole team cleaned up all the plates and the kitchen but Y/N and I since we cooked it all. Y/N and I are on the couch under a blanket holding hands while watching a TV show. 

The rest of the day went on like normal. I had lunch with Nat and Y/N as always. I got my training/sparring in for the day. All my paperwork is done thanks to Peter and Kate. 

Nat and I sadly have to say bye to Y/N while she goes on a week-long mission with Bucky and Sam. At least they won’t miss each other in time. If one of them is gone for too long on a mission, they complain that they are missing their third man for video games.

As the day wears on, I go into my room and start to get ready for tonight. I get the room clean. I take an everything shower. I put on some lingerie under my night clothes and pre-order the food from our favorite restaurant. 

I am lying in bed trying to pick out a movie for tonight and Nat comes into the room after a long day. I look up to see that she is very tense, but she looks around the room to see a clean room with all the soft lights on and a few candles burning around the room. She finally fully relaxes. No one sees this side of Nat but me and now starting to be Y/N. She is a new person when he relaxes. 

“Gosh how did I get so lucky to be able to call you my girlfriend,” she comes over to the bed and kisses the top of my head. She knows better not to come into the bed dirty. I laugh and look up at her.

“I am the lucky one to have you in my life” I grab her shirt and pull her down to me so I can kiss her again. The innocent kiss turned heated in mere seconds. Nat starts to come onto the bed but I stop her and pull her away.

“Shower before you get anywhere near this bed” I stick my tongue out on her. She puts her hands up in playful defect. 

“Okay, I can’t argue there. I am going to get in the shower. It might take longer because I need to wash my hair. I hope that’s okay if we wait a little longer to eat” Nat says while heading into the bathroom. I let out an okay. 

Little did she know, that I know her so well that I knew that she was going to wash her hair tonight and be later. I planned ahead.

After a bit of time, Nat gets out of the shower and heads back into our room to see me just coming in with the food that I perfectly timed. 

‘You know me so well” she says in a low husky voice. She walks over to me and makes me put down the bags then she picks me up.

“Oh my gosh, Nat no. I timed this perfectly so that the food would be ready after your shower” I say after Nat softly puts me on the bed while kissing my neck.

“Oh dorogoy, you should know better that I would want to fuck you the moment I got out of that bathroom,” Nat says hovering her lips over my neck and then attacking it once she is done talking.

“Fuck, I should have known that” I moan into her ear while grinding up on her trying to find any fiction that I can. 

“Well if that is true, then why did you come out of the bathroom with clothes on? Take them off” I whisper in her ear. I feel her shiver against my body. 

She gets up and takes off her clothes while I watch her like prey. I use my magic to brashly cross over her clit to start getting her riled up more. 

She lets out a moan and hurries to take the rest of her clothes off. I rub my hands all over her stomach to feel her muscular body that I love. She pushes my hands away gently and pushes me on the bed a bit more. She walks to the bed and then suddenly yacks off my pants leaving me with nothing but my lace underwear.

She looks down at my underwear and then back up to my eyes with a smirk. She knows that I have planned this night to a T and it is turning her on even more. She practically growls at me and rips off my shirt to see me in my new red lingerie.

I look into her eyes to see that they are fully dark. I know that I am in it for tonight and she is going to do whatever on me, and I am going to love every second of it. 

She comes to me and starts to kiss me passionately while scooting me more and more on the bed until we are both completely on the bed. She runs both her hands down my body making sure that she touches every inch of me. While kissing down my body too.

She reaches to my breast and tears my lingerie open with her strong hands to get access to them. While I am upset that she just ripped my new set, our rule is that if you rip it then you have to buy the other person a replacement set and a new set. I have gained so many new sets over the years of dating. Also, it was so hot of her to do that. 

She puts my right nipple into her mouth and starts sucking it. I moan out a soft moan. She continues to suck on my breast leaving hickeys knowing her. She doesn’t want to admit to it but she loves marking me up and the chance of someone seeing it turns her on. 

She lets go of my right breast with a loud popping noise and gives the same attention to my left breast. At this point I can’t sit still so I start to move around. 

I guess Nat doesn’t like that and holds me down by my waist and I let out a little grunt. She looks me in my eyes and gives me a warning to stay still. I'll listen for now.

She goes back to attack my breast. Now she starts to bring one of her hands low down. She gets to my underwear and rips that off too. I let out a yelp in surprise. She smiles up at me and comes up to kiss my lips. 

She managed to somehow get my legs spread wide for her without even noticing. She slowly traces one finger down and discovers how wet I am already.

She stops kissing me and lets out a dry chuckle then goes back to kissing me. She slowly puts one finger into my pussy and I let out a loud moan. She smiles into the kiss and finds my g spot right away. Pumping her fingers in and out of me at an extremely slow pace. I then spoke the first words since we took our clothes off.

“Please..” is all I whine out in a pathetic moan and move my hips to make her move her hands faster. 

After I said please, it was like I flipped a switch and she added another finger in and started going at a brutal pace. Enough for it to put me in a euphoria of pleasure and pain. She fucked me stupid and I am proud of it. She can fuck me like this every night. 

Once she got tired of that position, she put me over her lap and started to lightly spank my ass. I let out a moan. She starts to spank me hard and hard with every spank moaning at each one of them. She stopped once she knew I had enough, but to be honest I would have let her go further. We have a safe word for a reason.

Then she begins to spank my pussy a few times before going in with two fingers and fucking me from behind. Somehow after all these years together, she still finds new spots to make me go crazy all over again. At this point, I am a moaning mess. 

The room is getting hot. We are both sweating. All you hear is my moans, Nat's grunts and moans, and our skins spank together. It means straight sex in here and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

After about a few minutes, she gave me my first orgasm of many tonight. Our next position was her eating me out. She had her hand pressing down my legs because she was making me feel so good. My hands were in her red hair while I fucked her face. 

I lost count after my fifth orgasm, but we weren’t over yet. She jumps out of bed and walks over to get my favorite strap for her to use on me.

Once she gets the hardness on, she dives right into bed and puts me on all fours. I give her a little resistance and we ‘fight’ for power. We always know that she will win but I like to put up a fight for her to dominate me. 

She fucks me in doggy, she makes me fuck her with her strap-on, I ride her strap, and to get the crazy long sex marathon I ride her face.

After I have the last orgasm that I can take, I get off her face and lay beside her. 

“That was amazing. 10 out of 10 and would come back again” We both laugh at my statement.

“Sorry to not do anything for you tonight. I will spend extra time on you next time” I wink at her still trying to catch my breath. 

“Oh you were more than enough trust me,” Nat says while taking off the strap.

“Let’s get some shut up before we have to wake up in the morning,” I say and snuggle up close to Nat while she puts the covers over us. 

Then her fucking alarm rings for her morning run. We both start laughing because we didn’t even realize that we had sex all night. We forgot the food and the movie.

“How about this? I skip my run for today because I have been training extra hard these past couple of days” she looks at us right now.

“Now while I go to the kitchen and heat up our food to eat for breakfast, you will find us a movie to watch. Then we can lay in bed all day because I know you don’t have any work right now and neither do I” Nat says and I squeal with joy realizing that we have a whole day together. 

Nat’s POV

I happily go and put on some clothes so I can go out into the kitchen this morning. Once I put my clothes on and grab the food bags, I head to the kitchen with a pep to my step. In the kitchen, I put our food in the microwave and started to whistle.

Lena comes into the kitchen to get her morning coffee. She sees me and I smile and wave at her and go back to whistling.

“You two are so nasty” Lena then exits the kitchen. I shrug it off and grab the food once it's done and head back to my room. I see that Wanda has already picked our movie. 

“Lena saw me out there and said that we are both nasty. What does she mean by that?” I ask Wanda. She just laughs and tells me to just eat my food and watch the movie. We ate all our food and finally finished our date night/morning. We fall asleep in each other’s arms and enjoy the rest of the day together in bed. 

[soobnny]

halfway through summer — kim seungmin. best friends to lovers. fluff. can happen in the universe of "eighteen" a few years back.

that one time kim seungmin almost confesses (1.0k words)

It is halfway through summer, and the last train is coming. 

Seungmin worries first about whether the pair of you can make it in time to the station, taking you by the hand and rushing through the crowd of people hoping to make the last trip. He worries about the consequences of knowing how your hand fits perfectly with his after, and the way you’d smiled at him that night, among other things. 

It’s easy to find an empty compartment when half of the world is asleep. The train is ghost-like, and when you sit down, it looks like there are words brewing in your throat that you want to say, but don’t know how to phrase.

Seungmin doesn’t push you.

Five minutes pass by.

“Thanks Minnie.” It’s two words that has him swallow his heart back down his throat, especially when you smile up at him, soft eyes staring down at the sneakers you’d gifted him a few birthdays ago. He wears them everyday.

The night had started early, and truthfully, Seungmin had been willing himself to sleep as early as 7pm so he didn't have to think about the prospect of another boy holding your hand, someone who could’ve made you laugh louder than he ever could. Then it blurred along the lines of receiving a phone call, and the heartbreaking way your voice quivered, and the immediate concern washing over Seungmin as he’d raced into the restaurant he’d dropped you off at earlier. 

“He– he stood me up. I was waiting there for hours, it made me feel so stupid, and he—”

“Shh, come here. Come here. It’s okay.” 

He pulls you to his body, gently bringing your face to his neck. The back of his shirt is wet. You don’t know it’s from the sweat he’d conjured when he’d rushed to you. 

“Is it me? I just—”

“I don’t want you to finish that sentence. It’s not you, okay? He’s just an ass.”

Seungmin holds you for a while, rubbing your back, and soothing you with quiet words. The way he cages you in his arms is gentle, but his eyes showed that he was angry. He would never say he was angry, but it was always painfully obvious when he was. His eyebrows would knit, and his eyes would speak words that are brewing in his throat. 

When you look up at him, the look vanishes into something that looks softer. Seungmin has always been mastered in only directing emotions that he means to you—happiness, pain, romance, but never anger. He knows you hate it, the loud voices and the harsh inhale and exhale.

Instead, he brings a hand to wipe the stray tears nipping at your eyes. He takes you around the city until the disheartened look on your face leaves. 

“You don’t have to thank me. You know I’d do anything for you.” It’s sincere, the way he looks at you, and the slight quiver on his lips, like he wants to say more. 

“You always take care of me.” 

“That’s because I—” 

Seungmin stops himself before he can say it, biting his lower lip. Timing is a fickle thing, and he knows this moment with you in this small, empty train compartment is not the right time to confess the feelings he’d buried so deep in fear of it spilling out. 

“Because?” You ask.

It’s silent, and Seungmin looks at your hands, the same ones he’d held mere minutes ago. The city lights outside are lulling. 

“Because if I didn’t, you probably wouldn’t have survived this long.” 

Your laughter rings out the moment he says it, and he barely feels the playful kick you had directed at him because he’s too busy relishing in your crinkled eyes and how they’re in sharp contrast to the teary, red-stained way it had looked earlier. 

You smile at each other. Yours in laughter, and his in admiration. He is only a person with a mind making room for more memories with you, for more moments like this with you.

The moon falls across the train compartment, and it’s in moments like these that have Seungmin reconsidering how forever would feel like, and how he wouldn’t mind having this moment last for a little bit longer than it should. Sitting here with you, a mere spectator of who you are as a person amongst the soft glow of the moon, makes Seungmin feel hopeless. 

But you remain unaware. You look outside, laughter having died down, but a smile staying. Maybe divinity had heard his secret plea, his quiet prayer, as the train’s intercom announces a slight delay. And he could’ve sworn he heard a whisper telling him to confess, but he hesitates. You’re still staring at the window, no sign of saying anything, and he feels himself redirecting the breath of words he’s been meaning to tell you to the floor. 

You tilt your head to look at the city lights better, and Seungmin is still looking at you subtly. The train starts to move again, and time continues to pass.

“Would you really do anything for me?” 

He barely hears you say it, but when it registers, he shifts in his seat as if coming to life. He wonders whether he should make a joke out of it, if he should continue hiding his feelings in the guise of teasing, but your eyes look sincere. Almost hopeful. 

“Anything.”

The way you smile after he says it makes happiness feel like nothing more than a human construct, because what is it if not the way you’re looking at him right now? 

The last train makes a stop at your station. Seungmin walks you back to your dorms, and he spends the rest of his way home thinking about tonight. The consequences of the things he’d worried about are washing over now, the feel of your hand, the sound of your laugh, and other things. 

It is halfway through summer, the train is long gone, and he whispers a silent prayer where no one can hear for the rest of the summer to feel like the forever he had felt in that train compartment. 

[sacrednova]

Fem!Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley. Light Angst.

"Your eyes are graves to me, And I'm falling in. Empty plates and tired mouths surround the table, What we were, is just a myth, a stupid joke, another fable."

The dinner was supposed to be a simple affair—a gathering of old friends, a break from the chaos of daily life. You never expected Simon to be there. The moment you walked in, the room felt too small, suffocating. Your eyes met his, and everything—the years, the distance, the choices you both made—came rushing back like a tidal wave, threatening to drag you under. His eyes, dark and hollow, held the weight of a thousand things unsaid. And you wonder if this moment was always inevitable, as if it had been written long before either of you had a choice.

You sit down beside your husband, his hand brushing yours, a gesture of comfort that feels alien in this moment. Across the table, Simon remains silent, a ghost at a feast. The others laugh, chatter flowing easily, but every word sounds distant, muffled. The weight of the past hangs heavy between you and Simon, thickening the air.

“I don’t love. I only do war.” He’d said it to you so many times that you started to believe it. Even as he held you close, even when his lips moved against yours in a way that felt like more than lust. There was always that wall, an invisible barrier he had built long before you entered his life. And you, ever the optimist, thought you could break it down. Thought your love was the exception, that you were different. But love, like war, has casualties. And you were his.

You think back to those early days, when hope was still something tangible between you. Moving in together felt like a promise, a step toward something solid. But it wasn’t. Simon’s world was built on crumbling foundations, and you didn’t realize it until it was too late. You tried to be his sanctuary, but he only knew how to fight. He warned you, but you stayed anyway. And for a while, it worked. The late nights, the stolen moments, the way he held you like you were his anchor—it all felt real.

But it was a myth. A fable you both told yourselves to keep from facing the truth: Simon was broken, and no amount of love could fix that.

The song playing faintly in the background at this dinner pulls you back to the present. It’s ironic, how fitting the lyrics feel. “We make oaths up to a god we don’t believe in, make a choice to forge a life around a crumbling foundation.” Isn’t that exactly what you did with Simon? You built something fragile, something you both knew wouldn’t last, but you tried anyway. And when it all fell apart, it felt like the world had collapsed around you.

When the arguments started, you tried to brush them off. He never hurt you physically, but the way he lashed out in anger, the way he’d yell for you to shut up—it chipped away at something inside you. Every time he left, you’d sit in the silence, feeling the emptiness he left behind. And each time, it took longer for him to come back, until eventually, he didn’t.

You left because you had to. You left because loving Simon felt like dying a little every day. He was right—he wasn’t good for you, and maybe not for anyone. But the hardest part was that he never stopped you from leaving. He let you go, just as he’d always said he would.

The song’s refrain haunts you: “Your eyes are graves to me, and I’m falling in.” Simon’s eyes used to be your refuge, but now, they’re empty, haunted by the wars he’s fought, both inside and out. The connection you once shared feels like a distant memory, something you buried long ago. But now, sitting across from him, it’s like standing over that grave again, the past rising from the dirt to remind you of what was lost.

When the dinner ends and the others leave, Simon finally approaches you. The silence between you is almost unbearable. He looks older, wearier, the weight of everything he’s been through etched into the lines on his face.

“He’s good to you,” Simon says, his voice low, as if speaking any louder would shatter the fragile peace between you.

You nod, your throat tight. “He is.” And it’s true. Your husband is kind, stable, everything Simon couldn’t be. But there’s a part of you that still aches for the man you thought Simon could become.

“I always knew you’d leave,” Simon continues, his gaze fixed on the ground. “I just didn’t think it’d feel like this.”

The weight of his words presses down on you, and for a moment, you wonder if you made the right choice. But deep down, you know you did. You couldn’t save him. You couldn’t save either of you.

The song’s final verse echoes in your mind: “There’s a weight around my finger and it’s dragging me beneath. I’m letting go, I’m letting go, I’m letting go.” That’s what you had to do—let go of the weight Simon had become. The love you had for him wasn’t enough to keep you afloat, and you were drowning.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, though you’re not sure what you’re apologizing for. For leaving? For staying as long as you did? For loving him in the first place?

Simon’s jaw clenches, and he nods, a barely perceptible movement. “Me too.” It’s the closest he’ll ever come to admitting that he wished things had been different. But Simon doesn’t do love. He only does war, and war is all he has left.

You stand there for a moment, the silence stretching between you, a void that neither of you can fill. Finally, you step back, “Goodbye, Simon.”

As you walk away, you don’t look back. You don’t have to. You know that Simon will always be there, standing in the wreckage of what you once had, a soldier on a battlefield that never truly ends.

The past is a grave, and no matter how much you try to bury it, it keeps pulling you in. But you’ve learned to let go, even if Simon never will.

[apollyonsdarksecrets]

The Contract

Aaron Hotchner X F!Reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Summery: She’s reserved, emotionally cut off, and spiraling down a dark path; one she can’t get out of on her own. Aaron Hotchner may be her only help, but at what cost? When he shows up to her hotel room, contact in hand, she realizes it may be more than what she bargained for.

Over All Warnings: 18 + Only, MDNI, SMUT. Language, typical CM violence, childhood trauma, abusive(mentally) father figure, does not line up with a specific time line, flip flops between 3rd and 2nd POV, so use of Y/n. BDSM Dynamics, contract, Dom! Aaron Hotchner, Sub! Reader, emotional detachment, reader is not good at taking care of herself, Age gap (Reader 25 Arron 40), explicit Smut detailed in chapters. This is a series 😅

A/N: listen y’all, Aaron Hot Hotchner has had me in a choke hold, I wish, since the moment I laid eyes on him. It’s only fitting he gets some love.

15 Years Ago

Her hands sting with little paint splinters, their jagged edges imbedding deeper each time her fists connect with the door. She gasps around another harsh sob, her eyes squeezed shut against the blinding darkness surrounding her. “Please daddy! Let me out!” She begs desperately, her small voice cracking. The door violently rattles back with a deafening crack, making her stumble back. She falls into the sink, clutching at its porcelain surface to stop herself.

“Shut the fuck up!” Her father’s guttural voice fills the confined space of the restroom, “The longer you cry the longer you’ll stay in there!” His words are slurred from the deers he’d had with his dinner, combined with the six he’d consumed during the day.

“Please daddy, I-I’m sorry.”

The only reply is the vibration of his heavy boots as he storms down the hall, shaking the old house. She presses her hand to her mouth, muffling her cries as she dares a peek at her surroundings. A pitch black void greets her, no light to be seen, not even from the bottom of the door. Blindly she feels around, the sink to her right, the rusted toilet to her left. Sinking to her knees she wedges herself in the space between them, pulling her legs to her chest and wrapping thin arms around them.

She rests her head against the column of the sink, every small noise making her jump and squirm, her young imagination running wild. Hot tears cascade down her cheeks, getting caught in the hairs stuck to her face before sliding down her throat, finally drenching the neck of her night gown.

5 Years Ago

“Congratulations! You have worked extremely hard to get here, and I can see great potential in your future working here with the FBI.” The Superintendent, a short stocky man, who’s suit is a size too big, holds out his hand to the woman across from him. She’s schooled her features into a mask of calm and restraint. She shakes his hand firmly, quick and to the point.

“Thank you, sir. This is an opportunity of a life time for me, I do not wish to squander it.” Just barely, if he had blinked he would have missed it, does her lips twitch up at the corners. She’s dressed very plainly, black blouse with grey dress pants. The nicest clothing she owns in her sparse closet.

“You’ll be stationed close to home, for now. With high marks such as yours though, I can’t see you staying long should you request a transfer.” Turning the older man retrieves a small black badge book from his mahogany desk, her eyes trained on his movements with restrained elation. “Your credentials, Agent Smit.”

2 Years Ago

Jennifer Jareau, or JJ as she requested to be called, brings the young woman into the heart of the Quantico department. Her eyes are bright, turning slowly as she walks taking in every inch of the Bull Pen.

“It can be a little intimidating the first time, but you get use to it.” The blond smiles with a soft laugh, a stack of folders pressed to her chest as she tails behind. “It’s just this way to your desk.” She points towards an empty half cubical, the plain desk void of anything other than a computer and a gold name plate, displaying the name ‘Y/n Smith’.

“Thank you, JJ, for taking the time to show me around.” Y/n turns with a genuine smile, setting her purse and bag down on the small rolling chair.

JJ waves her hand dismissively, shaking her head. “It’s not a problem, I remember how it felt coming in here a bit green behind the ears. I’m glad to help, anytime.” Her blue eyes flicker over Y/n’s shoulder, her smile faltering. Y/n turns around, finding a stoic looking man staring down at them from the landing above. He’s wearing a fitted navy suit, raven black hair styled neatly yet a few strands still fall across his forehead. His brown eyes are hard and imposing.

“We have a case.” His voice is deep and smooth, like a fine whiskey, an air of superiority lacing those four simple words. His stance gives him away, hands resting on his hips and chin held high, let’s her know he must be the one in charge.

“SSA Aaron Hotchner this is Agent Y/n Smith.” JJ begins but he holds up his hand, his face hard and set with an unwavering determination.

“I’m aware of who this is, and what you are here to do. Gather the team and meet on the plane. We will debrief there.” And with that he’s gone.

Y/n turns to JJ, her mouth age slightly. “Is he… always like this?”

JJ forces a sympathetic smile, “Unfortunately, yes. But he means well. Come I’ll show you where we need to go.”

3 Months Ago

“How do you do it?” Garcia blurts the question out in the middle of the room, all eyes turning to look at her at once. Her cheeks grow a little darker under her blush as she realizes just how loud she had been.

“Do what?” Y/n asks back, spinning around in one of the chairs circling the table in the conference room. The team had just landed forty minutes ago, everyone decompressing with coffee and donuts, generously gifted to them by the bubbling blond herself. Y/n takes another sip of her black coffee as she waits.

“I’ve never seen you cry.”

The question startles Y/n momentarily, her mind going on the defense as she tries to come up with a suitable answer. Opening her mouth she closes it again as Reid begins, “Ya know she’s right. We work a lot of hard cases but you stay pretty stoic.”

Turning to the rest of the team she glances over their curious faces, her gaze snagging on Hotch. His eyebrow is cocked, but otherwise his expression is impassive, impossible to guess what he is thinking. He holds her stare, almost with a hint of a challenge and despite herself she drops her gaze first, clearing her throat.

“I-I don’t know. Just got a good emotional switch, is all.” Y/n shrugs her shoulder, tapping her fingers against the side of the mug resting between her palms. The heat is nice, seeing as the weather is turning and winter is right around the corner, the office is cold having been shut down for hours now, the clock on the wall reading 1 am.

“Some say that the reason others don’t cry as often or as much is because they are repressing their own emotions, or have a hard time connecting with them. Some just don’t have tear ducts.” She glares at Reid, that smart brain of his going to get him in trouble. Emily scoffs and turns on him in your defense, hand resting on her hip.

“Spencer.” She says his name drawn out and scolding, making him slouch slightly in his seat, appearing sheepish. Y/n holds up her hands, coming to Boy Wonders rescue.

“It’s fine, really though I’m just good at detaching myself, emotionally, from the situation. Emotions are frivolous things that can get in the way of an investigation.” She shrugs her shoulder, her demeanor convincing them she is uncaring of the topic.

“Titanic.” Derek suddenly pipes up. “I bet she cries at Titanic.”

The group laughs, Y/n forcing out one of her own as her heart starts to pound in her chest. Morgan and Emily turn on Spencer, lecturing him about what is appropriate to state facts about, while JJ and Garcia begin to clean up. Slowly chatter and shuffling turns to white noise, a ringing in Y/n’s ears filling their place.

She stares down at the table, shifting in her seat as she tries to squash the rising anxiety. Memories, harsh and bitter like her coffee, pelt her; her chest tightening uncomfortably. All the whole Aaron’s watchful gaze never leaves her face, her mask of indifference and solidarity cracking the longer she sits across from him.

Present Day

You stare out the window of your hotel room, the city is shrouded in darkness but there’s the eternal glow of the night life that makes the inky blackness not so suppressing. Chewing absently at your thumb nail you sway on your feel, comforting yourself with the gentle motion. Today had been hard, grueling and long, but in the end the good guys came out on top.

A knock at your door startles you out of your thoughts, your body stilling and instinctively your eyes travel to your gun resting on the end table. 3am is a little late for a visitor. Another knock spurs you into actions and you cross the shaggy green carpet to the door. Peaking through the peep whole your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you step back, pulling the door open with you.

Aaron Hotchner stands in the threshold, still wearing his suit from earlier minute the blazer. The off white compliments his complexion and raven hair. “Hotch?”

“You’re awake.” He doesn’t sound surprised, more so relieved.

“So are you.” You keep the door pressed to your body, concealing the thin tank top and sweatpants you’ve dressed in for bed.

“Yes, I am.” He looks past you into the small room before gesturing to it. “May I come in?”

You bite your lip, eyeing around him down the deserted hallway before nodding. “Yes, of course.” He steps in full and you close the door, turning quickly to the chair across the room, grabbing your jacket. You pull it on, zipping it part of the way before turning back to your boss. He’s looking around, that part of his brain he can never turn off analyzing every inch.

“So… what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, going back to the spot you’d spent most of the night occupying.

“I wanted to let you know the hospital called. Jenny is going to be just fine.” He watches as your shoulders sink, a breath blowing through your nose as you visibly relax.

“That’s… That’s great to hear. Thank you.”

Jenny Campell, the 9 year old little girl abducted by her father, who was held hostage for two weeks in a remote part of Boston. She was severely dehydrated and would likely have lasting psychological problems from the abuse her father put her through; but she was alive, and the good guys had won.

“I wanted to talk to you… about the house.” Aaron’s head tilts slightly, as it always does when he’s approaching a subject he thinks may cause someone some uncomfort. You hold his gaze, crossing your arms over your chest, confused by where this could be going. Aaron clears his throat before he begins. “How did you know to look for a secret door?”

6 Hours Earlier

The house was dank smelling, clouds of dust swirled through the rays of light coming from the flash lights of the officers ahead of you. The house has been cleared, but something was missing, Charles Campell said his daughter was here, but where?

You circle back into the smallest bedroom, the voices of Hotch and Morgan floating through the open door as they try to discuss a new plan. The room was littered with trash, a twin sized bed sits in one corner, a large oak wardrobe opposite it. Children’s drawings adorn the peeling walls, and a dusty pink sign hangs above the bed frame, ‘Jenny Girl’.

You step closer to the armoire, newspapers and takeout boxes crunching under foot, as you shine your light over the furniture. It’s new, newer than anything else in the entire house making it stand out against the decay. It isn’t until you’re right beside it do you notice the scratches along the lime green paint.

The realization dawns on your like a bucket of ice water being thrown in your face and before you know it your yelling for your team mates. “Here! Hotch!” Your put your weight into the side of the wardrobe, pushing with everything you have as the two men rush into the room.

Morgan runs for the other side, pulling as Hotch takes up the space behind you, his arms caging you in as he pushes. The three of you move it easily, a small door, presumably to a crawl space, appears in the wall and you rush to pull it open. Morgan covers you with his gun drawn, giving you a nod to go before you yank the door open.

There, curled up in her side, is the little blond girl you all have been searching for. “Medic!” Hotch screams from above you, as you quickly moves towards the girl. She small and light, her hair matted and dirty like her blue night gown. You presses your fingers to the girls throat, a weak pulse answering.

~*~*~*~

“Y/n?” Hotch snaps you out do your thoughts, and you shake your head, clearing yourself of the memory.

“Sorry… I just… I knew there was something there, I won’t say I could sense it but my gut hasn’t lead me wrong, thus far.” Aaron nods, waiting to see if you will continue. “Charles isn’t a lier, his motivation for taking her were simple, revenge on her mother. Make her squirm and give him more parental rights. He never assumed she would get the police involved. Much less the FBI.”

“Jenny’s father is not only a drug user but a heavy drinker. Everything he had done was under the influence and when he was captured, and the substances in his system wore off he had gaps in his memories of what he did with Jenny. Explaining why he couldn’t tell us exactly where she was, just that she was at the house.” Hotch finishes for you.

“Exactly.” You pause, eyeing him over. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, in fact you did amazing in the field today. You worked out the clue no one else could’ve, and if it wasn’t for you there is no telling if we would have found Jenny in time. I’m extremely proud of you.” His praise makes something in your chest stir without your permission. Your clear your throat to speak, but he cuts you off. “But you didn’t answer my question. How did you know there would be a door behind the wardrobe?”

Your palms suddenly feel clammy, nervousness making your spine straighten. “I don’t know what you-.”

“You do realize I am the one that goes through ever personnel file before someone is permitted to work with my team, correct?” His voice doesn’t have that hard edge like it normally holds, in fact his entire demeanor is soft, calming. Almost like he’s trying to comfort a wounded animal.

You are the animal.

“Where are you going with this?”

“I know about your father, Y/n. I have seen the police reports, and I know you take cases with children very seriously and hold them close to your heart.” He takes a step forward and instinctively you move back, a look of hurt washing over his features. “I need you to tell me if you are alright, if this case was to much for you.”

~*~*~*~

The red lights of the ambulance quickly fade away through the woods, leaving the house illuminated only by the head lights of the surrounding cop cars. Aaron is removing his vest as he walks around watching as people file in and out of the house taping and marking things off.

He stops by the van, pulling the door open and throwing his vest inside, when he notices a figure standing off by themselves. He squints into the darkness along the side of the house, the person is hunched over, hands on their knees as their shoulder shake subtly. He scans the people around him, finding Morgan by the entrance to the house, on the phone with the rest of the team and the other 5 officers are accounted for. That leaves only you.

Slowly he moves closer just barely making out the sounds of you muffled crying over the noises of the others. Concern wipes through his body like lightning but before he can move any farther Morgan is yelling his name, startling you in the process.

You straighten up quickly, wiping your face with your jacket sleeves and Aaron retreats towards the others. Giving you your space without the fear of embarrassment of being caught.

~*~*~*~

Your face burns, cheeks bright pink. You open your mouth then close it again, a mixture of emotions tumbling around inside you.

Embarrassment, anger, hatred, regret, longing to finally let it all go. None of which are directly targeted at your boss but he’s the only thing in sight.

“How dare you.” You seethe, letting anger take over because it’s the easiest to roll with. “Don’t come to my room at all hours of the morning, trying to… to… get something out of me.” Your anger propels you forward and you find yourself inches in front of Hotch. He holds his ground, his hands moving to rest on his hips and you break eye contact long enough to glance at them.

“I’m asking you if you are alright.” Aaron’s voice has dropped, the timber low and you can’t help but like the sound of it. There’s no denying Aaron is a handsome man, but there’s always denying your feelings.

“I’m. Fine.” You ground out.

“Your lying to me.”

“Hotc-“

“Sweetheart.” The nickname catches you off guard, your eyes widening with surprise, breath trapped in your throat. Aaron takes the opportunity, his large hands cupping your face, giving you no other choice but to keep eye contact even as your body stiffens and a look of almost pain flashes across your face. “I know you’re lying to me because I am good at my job and so is everyone else here. You think we haven’t noticed your apprehension when it comes to a dark room? Or the way you always stand closer to the other females in the room, even if it’s just Spencer?”

Your hands find their way to his wrists, tugging but he stays firm, he isn’t hurting you but he’s going to make you listen. “Sto-.”

“Youre to comfortable placating than possibly rocking the boat for yourself. You never finish a cup of coffee because you hate it plain, you’d rather wonder around a new building than bother someone to ask where a room is, you dont open up to a single person because of your anxiety.” Hurt is written clearly on your features, hurt mixed with anger but before you can say anything Aaron steams ahead. “With that being said, you are one of my best profilers. I’ve seen you take on men twice your size and never bat a lash. Behavior like this doesn’t just come from nowhere. Something happened to you that made you this way.”

That unwelcoming pressure behind your eyes begins to overwhelm you, much like Aaron’s presence, his cologne infiltrating your nose with each ragged inhale. “What do you care? I’ve done just fine with how I am by myself, I don’t need you digging around for answers that will have no impact on you whatsoever.” Your voice comes out softer than you would have liked, making you hate yourself more.

“I care,” He emphasizes with a stroke of his thumb across your cheek, a foreign feeling on your skin. “Because I can not sit back and watch you hurt yourself like this.”

You scoff, trying again to pull away, managing to take a few steps back only for him to follow. A hand slips to the back of your neck, hot and heavy, holding you firmly in place. “You’re being dramatic, Hotchner.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you open your mouth only to realize you aren’t sure. “I… I had a snack in the car. On the way here.” It’s a lame excuse, and he sees right through it.

“I want to make you an offer.” His brown eyes search your face, the anger turning into confusion.

“An offer?”

“Yes, I’d like for you to hear me out before you make a decision. Okay?”

“If it means you will let me go, then yes.” You give his wrists one last tug and he relents, but not before giving your neck a final squeeze. You move until your back is against the window, the cold night air seeping through the glass and into your jacket.

Aaron sits down in the only chair before gesturing to the bed, “Why don’t you sit.” It’s more of a command than it is a suggestion, making you root to your spot, giving him your best disgruntled look that rivals his on a good day. Sighing he leans his elbows against his knees, scrubbing a hand across his face. He looks tired, the wear and tear off the job showing more and more. Dark circles from a lack of sleep, a few new greeting hairs You could have sworn weren’t there when this case began.

“Well?” You snap, throwing your hand up before letting it drop against your thigh. Aarons eyes slowly lift to yours, a look you are unfamiliar with lurking under his features as he reaches behind himself, pulling a folded piece of paper you hadn’t noticed before from his back pocket. He tosses it onto the bed and a thousand possibilities run through your mind all at once. Leave of absence? Demotion? Pink slip? “Hotch…”

“Go on. It isn’t going to bite you, honey.” He let’s a little bit of humor color his words and you shoot him a glare. You close the distance, snatching it off of the bed and unfolding it to realize it’s a few sheets stapled together. Your eyes nearly double their size, mouth falling open as you read the header.

‘Consent of Submission.’

Paragraphs make up the first page, the words jumbling together as you try to make sense of where this is heading. The next page is filled with bullet points, titled ‘Rules’. Eat three full meals a day, go to bed at an appropriate time, check in with how you are feeling; to name a few.

As you continue to stare at the paper, confusion and distraught winning the war of emotions on your face, Aaron begins speaking. “It’s a contract, between you and I. It will help you properly take care of your self and I will help enforce it.

“‘Submission’? Aaron… This is… What?” You begin to tremble with a vengeance, forcing you to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Yes, it will help you learn to regain some control over your trauma and your everyday life. It will help with the anxiety, depression, and emotional detachment you are facing.” He speaks so surely, like he has done this before, and maybe he has.

“You mean it will help you control me.” Your accusation doesn’t phase him, in fact he looks to calm for the situation. His long legs are stretched out in front of him, leaning back in his seat with his head propped on his first. A complete opposite juxtaposition to yourself.

“In a sense, it’s power exchange. Nothing happens without your explicit consent, which gives you the power in what we do. Where I have the power is how we navigate those consents, what we do, where we do it, and how.” He takes a deep breath, giving you a gentle smile. “I’ve found people in your type of situation benefited greatly from being able to let their brains turn off, not have to over think every step of the day. Just exist and let someone else… Take care of them.”

“And if I say I don’t want to sign this?” You slam the papers back on the bed, more to hide your shaking hands than anything.

“Then I will have you go to therapy within the BAU system.” He shrugs his shoulder feigning indifference, even though his heart is thumping wildly. He thought the days of this life style were behind him, no longer needed, but the moment you turned up on the plane, he knew. Your lips were pressed into a tight smile, your body language screaming how uncomfortable you were seated between Derek and Rossi, though you desperately tried to mimic the calm demeanor surrounding you. Something stirred awake in his chest that morning, and he’s just been bidding his time every since.

Your stomach churns, weighing out your options. Somehow the latter seems worse. You run your hands into your hair, blowing out a breath. “I’m not submissive Aaron, you know this. This job requires to much for this to be a possibility. I don’t… I don’t see how it could work.”

“I’m not saying you aren’t, but I think there are things you haven’t learned about yourself yet. As for our job this is not apart of that, this is separate. We will just be ourselves, nothing out of the ordinary.” He says all of this so sincerely, a part of you wants to trust him. But the part of you that says no one is to be trusted squares your shoulders.

“What do you want in exchange? How do I know you won’t use this as black mail, or some chip to hold over my head?

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “Sweetheart, There’s nothing I want in exchange, I’m trying to help you. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes.” You answer before you can even give it thought. Deflect, shut it down, move on. How you handle any sort of situation that strikes a little to close to home, that tries to dig out your weaknesses like he is doing now.

Aaron prepared for this, knew you would meet him with head on resistance, but also knew with the choices given what you would pick. You’ve gone back to staring at the papers, the wheels in your head turning at full force. He can guess within reason what you might be thinking, he had that same look on his face when he was introduced to the lifestyle all those years ago.

“Y/n.” Your eyes dart up to his, large and uncertain. “Give me a month, just one. If it doesn’t help, if it’s too much, then we call it quits.”

“Just one?” You echo back, Aaron nodding. He stands from his seat, large hand stretched out, palm facing the sky. This is crazy, wrong on so many levels. Not to mention the amount of trouble you both could end up in if someone so happen to come across this. Every fiber of your being screams the sentiment. But it’s your heart, though it bruises your ribs, that makes you place your hand in his. Aaron gently pulls you to your feet, making sure you have your balance before letting go.

“Go wash your face, then I want you in bed. You need to sleep.” Instantly you want to rebel against the order, the phrase ‘you don’t control me’ coming to mind but instead you turn on your heel. “Good girl.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice and your shoulders tense up, but you force yourself to walk into the restroom, closing the door a little to hard. You turn to the mirror, a woman with scarlet red cheeks stares back at you and you huff. What are you doing? Where has your brain gone? Groaning lowly you angrily grab for your face wash.

Coming back out into the room, dabbing at your face with a hand towel, you find the room is lit only by the bedside lamp. Aaron, with the contract in his hands, looks up when he hears you. Your hand tightens around the scratchy white towel as a small smile tugs his lips up. “You look beautiful even without the makeup.”

You roll your eyes, tossing the towel into the small tub behind you. “A very typical male complement, Hotch.” You quip, glancing towards your bed. The covers have been turned down, and there’s a glass of water on the night stand.

“Here.” Aaron holds out a pen, and the paper, suddenly your hands have never been so clammy.

“I thought you said we would just try this for a month. Why do I need to sign?” You skirt around him, fidgeting with your jackets zipper. You can feel your heart beat everywhere, from your fingertips to the bottom of your bare feet.

“To protect us both, either you sign or there’s no deal and you go to therapy.” Skin bristling you spin around, whatever you were about to snap suddenly dissolving on your tongue. His chest is mere inches from your face, forcing you to tilt your head back to look him in the eye. He never seemed this tall from across the room. “You’re wearing my patience thin, little one.” The heady rasp of his voice as he whispers to you makes your stomach clench, for an entirely new reason.

Begrudgingly you take the pen and paper, pressing it to his chest to bear down on as you scrawl out your name on the little line. You notice his signature is already on the other side.“There. Happy?”

He holds your stare for a moment longer, and you think he might say something more before he steps back, taking everything with him. “We will go over everything at breakfast, we have an appointment with Jenny and her mother Clair at noon.”

Your eyebrows come together as he reaches the door, pulling it open. “I thought the teams going home today?”

“They are. I have paper work that needs to be done and you are my only child psychologist. Goodnight, Y/n.” He smiles as he closes the door behind himself, relishing in the shock written on your face.

[pompomlol]

i’m listening to die with a smile by bruno mars and lady gaga so let me cook rq

thinking of childhood bsf to lovers to exes with jake. you guys dated for a bit but ultimately broke up due to you two going in different directions that didn’t align with each other.

fast forward, you see a global public service announcement saying that a massive meteor shower is going to strike earth and destroy everything, saying that we only have 5 hours left before it starts (cause the government lowkey sucks) and as you think about the impact this would, the things you wanted to do that you’ll never have the chance to do, family members, friends, your mind wonders to jake, all the good times you had to together.

and without much thought, you grab your shoes and just run out the door. not caring that what you’re doing is crazy and irrational, that he might not even be there when you get there, but the small chance that he might keeps you going.

you make it to a run down apartment complex, the one you and jake used to live in as kids, living thing across from each other, spending any nights together, laughing, crying and cuddling on the roof top. you run up the stairs and open the door to see it empty. just as you expected, but that doesn’t stop you from waiting there for almost an hour.

soon you hear footsteps from the roof entrance and low and behold, there he is at the door. the two of you just stare at each other, surprised by the fact that you two had the same idea. you stand there for a moment, before running up and giving a giant hug, tears start to well up in your eyes, and he holds you just as tight as you melt into his touch.

you two spend the next three hours catching up, laughing at your shared (and slightly idiotic) idea to meet on the roof. “it’s almost like fate” he said in that thick australian accent you missed so much. as the first meteor comes in sight, you start to tear up as you realizes this is truly the end. “and i never even got to tell you how i feel”

as he looks at you in confusion, you admit to him that you never truly fell out of love for him romantically, how you wanted to make it work but you just couldn’t, how you wanted to marry him, possibly start a family. “it’s kind of stupid considering how much time has passed” you say through your tears.

jake took your face in his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. you lean into his palm, feeling the warmth radiate on your skin. and as the meteor begin to crash down around, the loud crashes of buildings being knocked down, all you could see was him, all you could feel was him. he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. the two of you moved against each other, tears running down your faces as you spent your last moments together. he pulls away, a giant smile on his face as he gazes into your eyes, like they’re windows into your soul. a crash nearby breaks you from his gaze, seeing a building had crashed down nearby.

“hey” jake said, gently grabbing your cheek to face him again. “it’s just us, ok” and he leans your forehead against his “it’s just us” you stare at him from the weird angle, a smile growing across your face, that his face mirrors. and you stand there, in each others presence and warmth, until you hear something coming towards you, and everything goes black.

a/n: i started writing this a month ago, and i finally finished it. i originally wrote it for one last time by ariana grande, but i thought die with a smile would fit the concept better. sorry if it sucks, i’m not a writer, just a silly little scenario i had in my head and thought i would share it with you all. hope you enjoy it :)

[atinyniki]

special order.

group: stray kids !

pairing: nonidol!han jisung x f!reader

genre: fluff, hardly any angst

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, jisung is referred to as ji, mentions of sex, reader has very bad nightmares, jisung has minor nightmares, jisung gets sick, crazy ex, some one bed scenes, seungmin is jisungs roommate, reader is a waitress

authors note: i think this is actually the cutest thing ive ever made. this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 4623

jisung makes his way to the restaurant, excited to get back into dating after so long. he tugs on his black fitted turtleneck, the necklace making it feel rather uncomfortable.

he takes a deep breath, staring at the sign to make sure it’s the right restaurant. haven. the name makes it sound peaceful. 

he enters the restaurant, automatically being greeted by the woman at the counter. “the reservation is under han jisung, ma’am.”

she checks her list, “for two?”

he nods, and she brings him towards the table, placing two menus on it. “your waiter will be with you shortly.”, she bows. 

jisung reads through the menu, getting more anxious as time goes on. maybe she’s just running late, right?

he checks his watch again, she should’ve been here over twenty minutes ago. suddenly, he was knocked out of his thoughts by a voice coming from beside him. 

“hello sir, my name is y/n and i will be serving you today. what can i get started for you?”. he jerks his head up to look at you and butterflies erupt in his stomach. this had to have been the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

he stares at you, a little wide-eyed, and then finally processed your words. “oh yeah- uh- is the jjampong just one serving?”

“yes sir.”

he smiles at you, “alright then, i’ll have one jjampong on the milder side and the gimmari.”

“alright, will that be all sir? any drinks?”

“a coke is fine”

you nod, smiling and swiftly making your way into the kitchen. his heart finally seems to calm down, the fidgeting of his fingers coming to a stop.

he sits patiently waiting for his food, when the empty seat in front of him starts to haunt him again. he’s just been stood up on a date. of course he feels bad about it but, if he hadn’t, maybe he would have never seen you.

you come back with the food not too long after, smiling at him. “enjoy your meal”

he smiles back, nodding. “thank you ma’am”

the aroma of the food alone is enough to satisfy him, and he grabs his utensils quickly. he takes a sip of the broth, the heat engulfing his tongue immediately.

maybe he shouldn’t have gotten jjampong, he’s bad enough with spicy foods. he takes a sip of his coke, almost spitting it out because it burns so bad. he fans himself with his hand, breathing dramatically.

he turns his head to see you again, this time from a far distance on the other end of the room. you’re staring at him, bursting into a small fit of laughter and covering your mouth when he sees you. you can’t contain yourself.

he manages to smile back, giggling a little on the process. of course it was embarrassing, but he had to admit, it was pretty funny.

you walk over to the table to approach him. “everything okay here?”

he looks at you again, “oh- yeah it’s okay just… a little spicy.”

you laugh again, the sound is music to his ears. “yeah, i could tell. and that’s just the mild version”, you say as you walk off. 

he smiles a little to himself again, the moment not seeming as embarrassing as it normally would be. he takes another sip, slowly getting used to the spice. 

the meal was amazing, he’d have to come back here sometime. maybe he’d order something else though…

“no i’m serious she was so beautiful”

seungmin rolled his eyes, “yeah yeah sure she was”

jisung frowns a bit, trying his best to focus on the game but he couldn’t. thoughts of you plagued his mind, he felt weird. creepy, almost. what kind of guy simps for a girl that he’ll probably never see again?

lightbulb moment !

“oh my gosh, that’s it!”

seungmin looks at him, confused. “what…?”

“huh? oh- nothing”

they both continue playing the game, jisung losing majority of the time due to his distractions. seungmin finally leaves and jisung dashes towards his bed.

he takes out his phone, quickly calling the number to haven.

“hello?”

“hi! this is-“, he couldn’t even let the lady get through her introduction.

“can i set a reservation on saturday at seven?”

he enters the restaurant again, now in a more casual outfit. he greets the same lady as last time, and she brings him to his seat, a reservation for one.

“thank you ma’am”

he waits, hoping that he’ll see you again, when suddenly, a familiar voice snaps him out of his thoughts. “hi again! what can i get for you today sir?”

he jerks his head towards you, a grin on his face appearing when he sees you again. you don’t question it, just assuming he’s in a good mood.

“could i get the beef bulgogi and the gimmari with a coke?”

you smile at him, “the bulgogi is a good option, it’s not as spicy”, you say with a wink. “it’ll be out shortly sir”

you walk out, disappearing behind the set of doors leading to the kitchen. his heart thumps in his chest at the sight of your wink. he tries to distract himself again, waiting for the meal.

as soon as he sees his plate, his mouth starts watering. he takes a bite of the beef, eyes widening instantly. it had a little kick to it, but nothing he couldn’t handle.

it was so good that he just continued stuffing his face. both sides of his cheeks puffed up due to the food in each side, and he turns his head again.

you’re staring at him from across the room once again, smiling at him. you couldn’t help but find him adorable with those cute cheeks of his. you shook yourself of those thoughts, getting back to serving.

a light pink blush taints his cheeks, and he slows down a little bit, embarrassed that you saw him like that. it’s not like he could resist though, the food at haven is amazing.

he’ll try to make a reservation every week from now on.

weeks pass by of trying new menus and having small conversations with you, jisung becoming a quick regular at haven just to see your face. 

his favorite was the japchae and he found himself eating it most saturday’s he was at haven.

he decides to be bold this time around, feeling more confident in himself after beating seungmin four times in a row.

“hey jisung! what can i get for you today?”

“can i get the galbitang with a coke and your number please?

“of course! will that be a- wait, what?”

he looks at you, nodding expectedly and waiting for an answer. you quickly nod and rush to the kitchen, putting in the order for him. your heart beats erratically in your chest, why does he want your number of all people?

you come back with his food, giving him a smile and a folded slip of paper. you leave not to long after, continuing your job. jisung quickly unfolds the paper, face lighting up when he sees the ten digit number. 

he eats happily that day, smiling every time he sees you. you can’t help but smile back.

jisung <3: come over already! he’s dying to meet you

y/n: shut up, i’m getting ready. you can’t just rush beauty like mine

jisung rolls his eyes at your snarkiness, but he couldn’t deny it. you truly are beautiful, but he didn’t really think you needed to do much to look pretty.

some twenty minutes later, jisung hears a knock at his door, jumping up and dashing towards it. he flings open the door to see you standing there. his jaw hangs low.

his eyes trace your body up and down, you’re in a cute little skirt paired with a beige sweater. hes never seen you in such attire, only ever a black button up.

you shy away a little bit from his gaze, a nervous smile appearing on your face. maybe it was a bit much for just a game night.

“hey…”

he was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts. “oh- what? sorry- come in”, he chuckled nervously.

you walk inside, taking in your surroundings. there’s a boy sitting on the couch looking at you, you assume it’s seungmin.

“hello! it’s so great to finally meet you”, you say.

“it’s nice to meet you too y/n, ji has told me a lot about you”, he smiles.

jisung rolls his eyes, leading you to the couch where all the gameplay happens. the three of you sit on the same couch, gaming for hours on end. you were a lot better than jisung thought you were.

he ended up last in every match… just like always.

you and seungmin both found fun in laughing at him, watching as a pout made its way into his face. you smiled at how adorable he looked, you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and kiss the pout away.

it’s late at night now, and you’re about to walk yourself home, when seungmin stops you. “it’s pretty late to walk outside all alone is it not? you can stay the night if you’d like, we don’t mind.”

you turn around, smiling, “thank you for the consideration, but these clothes aren’t very… comfortable”

“that’s no problem! i’m sure ji can lend you some”, he says with a smile.

you watch as jisungs face goes red, and you can’t help but accept the offer. “that’s fine with me then, thank you guys”, you smile sweetly.

seungmin walks into his room, winking at jisung on the way. jisung leads you into his room, picking out a comfortable t-shirt for you to wear as well as a pair of shorts.

you quickly change, wanting to get to bed as soon as possible. you’re exhausted from all the yelling and gaming that took place tonight. you walk out of the bathroom, jisung even more wide eyed than when he saw you at the door. his heart fluttered at the sight of you looking so cute in his clothes, but he decided not to speak on it.

he grabs the blanket from the chair, walking out the room. “wait! where are you going?”

jisung turns around to face you. “what do you mean? i’m sleeping on the couch?”

“what!? no! i’m sure there’s enough space for the both of us”

he smiles at you, a little skeptical about sleeping in the same bed as you. “are you sure?”

you nod, and he swiftly slips into bed. you cover yourself with the blanket, the warmth providing a sense of comfort, and you allow yourself to fall asleep.

you wake up to jisung spooning you from behind, to be quite honest, you were very confused about how you got there, but you didn’t really… mind it. it actually felt kind of nice.

you held his hands that wrapped around your waist, the warmth spreading through your entire body. “you up y/n?”

you jolt when you hear his voice. “holy shit- sorry i didn’t know you were up yet”

he laughed a bit, stroking your hands soothingly, “sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you.”

you giggle, finally getting out of bed. the two of you get ready, and you pack up your clothes before you leave.

all of a sudden, you hear a knock at the door. “ji! someone’s here”

he walks over to the door, opening it and his heart sinks immediately. “hi jiiii”, she says in a sweet tone. it’s his ex, his most toxic one at that. 

his tone completely changes, even scaring you a bit. “what the fuck do you want.”

she lets herself inside, eyes meeting yours. anger courses through her veins at the sight of another girl in jisung’s clothing. “who the fuck are you?”

you couldn’t bring yourself to answer, too confused about the situation going on. she begins approaching you, fists clenched at her sides. “why the hell are you wearing his clothes?”

before anything can happen, jisung stands in front of you. it doesn’t stop her from talking though. “he’s mine, not yours.”

“i am not yours. you cheated on me. you made a fucking choice. now get the fuck out before i call the cops on you.”

all of a sudden, a loud noice makes you shut your eyes quickly. did this bitch just slap him?

he slowly walks towards her, backing her up towards the door. “don’t fucking come back”

he shuts the door, letting out a long breath. “oh my gosh i’m so sorry… are you okay?”

you smile at him, “yeah i’m fine, no worries.”, you bring a hand up to his cheek, “are you okay?”

jisung smiles at the contact and the softness in your voice, butterflies erupting everywhere again. he nods, trying to fight off the blush that creeps up on him.

“can i walk you home? i uh- i don’t want her to like… hurt you or anything.”

you take his hand in yours, walking across the sidewalk on the way to your house and talking about some more hangout plans for the future. everything felt so natural with him.

this had to be more than just a silly crush, right?

“ji?”

“are you up?”

“mhm… just drowsy”

“i’m sorry, you can go back to sleep. goodnight”

you let out a sigh, finally processing his words in your sleep ridden state. “what’s wrong ji?”

the other end of the line stays silent for a moment. “i had a nightmare…”

you honestly find it cute that he called you of all people for comfort. “do you wanna talk about it?”

“mmm no… i just need a distraction.”

you quickly get out of bed, continuing to talk to jisung while you get ready. “y/n, are you okay? you sound a little out of breath”

“what? yeah i’m fine”, you say as you approach his house. “open the door, im here”

“what?! you came over?”, he asked incredulously, “but i’m not even ready?”

the call disconnects, and you hear footsteps approaching the door. jisung opens it for you, his hair still messy from laying down and his bloodshot eyes stare right at you.

“you wanna go for a walk?”, you smile.

he thinks about the offer for a moment. there was no way he could get back to sleep anytime soon, so why not? “sure”

you take his hand in yours, dragging him down the steps and onto the sidewalk. he runs after you, chasing you all the way to the playground until you trip over a rock and fall onto the concrete with a thud.

he quickens his pace to get to you faster and help you up, “are you okay?!”

his breathing quickens, he feels guilty for letting this happen to you. he holds you close to him, faces only inches apart as he grabs onto your arm.

you’re flustered by the proximity between you two, but he doesn’t seem to notice yet. he’s far too concerned to really process it anyways. “i-i’m okay, i just scraped my elbow is all…”

he pulls away from you, gently picking up your arm and turning it to see what damage has been done. “i’m sorry…”

you turn his head back towards you, “it’s okay, i promise. it doesn’t even hurt that bad.”, you giggle. he manages to smile back at you somehow, your laugh putting him at ease.

you quickly open your backpack, taking out the bandage and gauze you keep in there, along with the alcohol. before you can do anything, jisung picks up the alcohol.

“i’ll do it.”

he begins to clean your wound, apologizing every time you wince due to the stinging. he places the gauze on it, wrapping the bandage around tightly. “you’re all set”, he smiles softly at you.

you smile back, and your eyes catch onto the swing set. with no warning, you jump up and head to the swings. “last one to the swings is a rotten egg!”

he laughs at your playfulness, “that isn’t fair! you left me to clean all this up!”

he makes it to the swings almost a minute later after packing up everything. you laugh at him for being so slow. “hey, it wasn’t even my fault!”

“fine, how can i make it up to you?”

he stands beside the swing you’re on, “push me.”

you laugh, “push you? okay!”

you quickly get off the swing, pushing him onto the mulch with both your hands. he looks up at you incredulously, a playful scoff leaving his lips. “i meant on the swings, dumbass”

“i know”, you reply with a smug smile while helping him up. he gets on the swing, waiting expectedly for you to push him. he shivers at the feeling of the cold air hitting him as he went higher and higher.

small squeals left his lips, giggling every so often. you cant get over how cute he sounds. your heart swells every time you hear a little noise escape.

“okay, you don’t have to push me anymore you know.”

“i know, but it’s fun.”

he can see the sun light peaking over, the dark blue sky filled with small clouds.

after a little while, he drags his feet across the mulch, coming to a full stop on the swings. “why’d you stop ji?”

“it’s your turn now!”

over the past month, it’s become more of a habit. everytime one of you needs a distraction, the other figures out something to do. it’s been a while since you’ve had a nightmare, waking up to your bed covered in sweat and tears felt uncomfortable.

you did the only thing you could, you called jisung. “jisung…?”

your voice quivered as you spoke, your hands struggling to hold your phone still. “hm?”

“ji i need help. i had- i had a nightmare”

“what? oh gosh- i’m on my way.”

you can hear how fast he runs towards your house, loud footsteps and breathing from the other end of the phone. even through all the struggle, he tries his best to talk you through it.

the rain pours on him, but he couldn’t care less in that moment. he arrives in just under ten minutes, knocking frantically on your door. you disconnect the line, opening the door to see him completely drenched head to toe.

before you can even say a word, he wraps you into a hug, droplets of water dripping onto you. you don’t seem to really process the dampness of your clothes anymore, holding onto jisung tightly. 

“are- are you okay?”, he asks softly, not to startle you. you pull away a little to look at him and nod, slowly beginning to process his state.

“ji, are you crying?”

he clutches onto your shirt, “i’m sorry… was just really worried”

you smile at him, wrapping your arms around him again. even with how the rain water dripped down your back, there was an odd warmth filling your body.

he finally pried himself off of you, smiling a little awkwardly. “sorry… let’s go now?”

you raise an eyebrow, “what do you mean?”

“i have to take you out somewhere now, don’t i?”

“but it’s… raining?”

he giggles a little bit, “since when have you ever cared about that?”

he grabs you lightly by the arm, dragging you out into the rain. the two of you talked a little louder over the rain this time, arms interlinked.

the rain seemed to calm down about an hour later, leaving both of you shivering and cold in the wind. you both head back not too long after, wanting to get a change of clothes. 

you figured you’d give jisung his shirt and shorts he gave you the night you slept over. you arrive at your house, unlocking the door and walking in. 

you wonder why jisung doesn’t follow, and you turn around. “aren’t you coming in?”

he looks up at you again, “what? i thought you wanted me to go home?”

you shake your head, leading him into your home and locking the door behind you. you quickly grab his clothes and hand them to him, “sorry, i never gave them back”

he smiles, “that’s okay”.

the both of you change, drying your hair and finally settling on watching a movie. the sleep finally catches up to you while you’re on the couch, the warmth emitting from jisung immediately putting you to sleep.

light snores fill the room, and jisung turns off the tv, carrying you to the room lightly as to not wake you up. he sets you down on the bed, careful not to wake you up. it doesn’t quite work though.

“ji?”

he turns around to look at you again. “hm?”

“can you spend the night? just… just in case?”

he smiles at you, the hallway light illuminating his face. “of course”

he slips into bed next to you, incredibly quiet as to not annoy you in your sleepy state. “you can breathe y’know, it’s not the first time we’ve done this”

he laughs, “sorry, i didn’t wanna wake you”

you grab his hand from under the sheets, bringing it up to the pillows. “goodnight ji”

his face burns red at the sudden touch. your voice echos in his ears for several moments after. “night, y/n”

you wake up to a sleeping jisung, his arms wrapped around you and a light pout on his face. you smile at him, bringing your hand up to his forehead to stroke the hair out of his face.

you immediately stop when you feel the heat on your fingertips. “ji? ji wake up.”

his eyes slowly flutter open. “mm?”

his eyes go wide at the sound of his voice, and he tries to clear his throat, coughing into his fist in the process. “ji, i think you’re sick.”

he frowns a little, finally taking in the pain of his throat. you quickly rush out of bed to help him. you take his hand and lead him to the bathroom, unboxing the extra toothbrush you have and handing it to him.

you both get ready for the day, jisung doesn’t say much due to the pain, but you don’t seem to mind. you lead him to the kitchen, making him a hot cup of ginger tea to soothe his throat.

he watches intently as you make the tea, and you hand it to him some minutes later. “no sugar?”

you smile, “i use honey. try it.”

he takes a sip tentatively, careful not to burn himself, and the hot liquid instantly alleviates the pain in his throat. he hums in approval, finishing it pretty quickly. 

you check the time, it’s almost two in the afternoon, so you decide to call off breakfast and make lunch instead.

”ji, can i make some jjampong?”, you see the skeptical look on his face. “on the milder side”, you giggle.

he smiles, nodding slightly. “thanks”

you grab the ingredients from the freezer, but you realize you’re missing something. “ji, do you have your phone on you? i need to look something up and i left mine in the other room”

he hands you his phone, unlocking it for you, and you click onto his browser. you look up the ingredients, making sure you have all the essentials, when a text from seungmin pops up. 

rabid dog: omg jisung

rabid dog: did you finally sleep with y/n

rabid dog: >:)

oh god.

you swipe them away, focusing on the task at hand and check over the list. it doesn’t seem like you’re missing anything, so you hand jisung the phone and get back to work.

you start making the jjampong, still thinking about the text. why did he emphasize “finally”? does jisung like you or something? you decide to ignore it and make the jjampong instead.

you don’t put too much chili paste into it, making sure it’s altered to jisung’s liking. some forty minutes later, you grab two bowls, pouring the soup into each.

“enjoy”, you say with a smile. jisung tentatively takes a sip, holding onto the glass of water beside him just in case. his eyes went wide, immediately talking another sip.

you giggle, “good?”

all he can do is nod, stuffing his face with the food. you both finish not too long after, and you lead him to your bed again. “you need rest ji”

he nods, making his way towards the bed. “hold on, let me text seungmin so he knows im over at yours”

you nod, and you sit down on the bed next to him while you wait. you watch as his face goes red reading the text, and you can’t help but smile. 

he slips into bed not too long after, and you instantly wrap your arms around him to provide more warmth. he hums in satisfaction, nuzzling closer to you. “i love you…”

“i love you too”, you confess, without missing a beat. he looks up at you, wide eyed, “i- what?”

“i love you, jisung.”, you say with a bright smile.

he smiles back, hugging you again. “i’m sorry… it just felt like the right thing to say in that moment.”

you stroke his hand with your thumb, “it’s okay, i didn’t realize i was saying it until i saw you look back up at me”, you giggle.

you pull away from him for a moment, grabbing his chin with your fingers. “can i?”

he takes a moment to process what’s happening, giggling and then finally saying, “you’ll get sick.”

“i don’t care. please?”

he leans in tentatively, not wanting to rush you, but you meet him halfway. the kiss is soft, full of love and affection.

your hands find home in his hair, and his hands dig deeper into your waist. your lips disconnect not too long after, the kiss leaving you breathless.

“go to sleep now yeah? i’ll be here when you wake up”

he pulls you lower so you’re laying down in the bed, and he buries his face in your neck. “thanks pretty…”

you giggle at the pet name, “we’ll talk when you’re up, yeah?”

“mhm”

“can i have a table for two ma’am?”

“of course jisung! enjoy your meal”

he makes his way to the table, a little later than usual. his face lights up as soon as he sees you, the same bright smile on your face once you see him again.

“hey baby, what can i get for you today?”

he smiles at the pet name, “you”

your eyes widen, a pink blush covering your cheeks. “what?”

“your shift ends in about ten minutes right?”

you nod. 

“then once you’re done, sit down with me. please?”

you smile, walking over to him and giving him a little peck. “fine, but you’re paying”

he pulls you in to give you a proper kiss, “fine by me”, he says with a wink.

you quickly finish your shift, getting ready for your little date. you sit down with him, grinning ear to ear. “hi…”

he looks at you with adoration in his eyes, “hi pretty”

the waiter arrives at your table, “hi y/n, hey jisung, what can i get for you both today?”

“could we get two of the jjampong and the gimmari? oh! and two cokes please.”

“wai-“

“alright we’ll get that started for you, have fun!”

jisung turns towards you again, a quizzical look on his face.

“well, if you’re going to be spending the rest of your life with me like you told seungmin, you better get used to having spicy food everyday.”

he smiles a little at your logic, “anything for you”

you take his hand in yours above the table.

“i know”

<3

[s0apmactav1sh]

Time to write gazalex x mreader. Except its shortened cuz tumblr loves eating my drafts. So heres something short and sweet before I disappear of the eart again.

-Gazalex who become the most loved couple in the small town they moved to after retiring from the military and getting married. The two being labelled as the sweetest around by all the old ladies and labelled great help by all the old men aswell.

-You. Who seems to be the only other younger guy around in the town and who just happens to work and own the down town cafe that the two frequent nearly everyday. Of course you gawk at the two of them the moment the enter the door but the little light in your eyes dies as soon as you see the golden wedding bands around each of there fingers.

-Them who become completely infatuated with how sweet and excited you seem to be while behind a bar helping out an old woman who was trying to figure out what to have with her tea. Its obvious to the both of them that your sweet but then the hard part hits them, trying to figure out whether your single or not.

- Them who spends all day trying to find something that had your social media based off of just your name from your name tag. Of course when that goes south they resort to using the cafes name and find a small social media plug that leads them right to your page and of course you barely have anything up other than an old photo from 3 years ago.

- Alex is the one who takes the lead and follows you first seeing if you would follow back and in a matter of minutes you had accepted his follow so Gaz happily followed you afterwards hoping for the same response which he got.

- It didnt take long for all of you to become great friends and then the problems arose of you have feelings for the two of them but ofc with them being married it had your stomach twisting since you didnt want to ruin anything. And so you began avoiding them. Cancelling on plans last minute, avoiding serving them when they came into the cafe and even stopped replying to them when theyd message you.

- Both Gaz and Alex were confused over what was happening. They both liked you and had talked about it but maybe you didnt like them? It wasnt until one of the other baristas at the cafe called them and let them know where you were sulking one evening. An old pub that wasnt too far down. They werent expecting to see a drunk you so soon. Head dropped down with an empty pint glass in front of you.

- Going over to you, they take a seat on either side of you before Alex calls over the bartender and pays your tab so they could get you up and outta there with no other questions. Of course your fairly confused on whos bringing you away but when you see who it is you try moving away from their car not wanting to go with them. Cue you arguing with them outside of the pub gathering the attention of several people who were on going into it or outside it smoking.

- It takes them a few minutes but there able to get you into the car before your drunkingly confessing to the two of them telling them how you feel and how you know they dont feel the same because their already married. And the two just cant help but start laughing, over how a many as fit and fine as yourself would think theyd ever reject you. But then again you were drunk and half passed out.

- Not wanting to disturb your apartment neighbours they brought you back to theirs leading you into the guest bedroom where you feel asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow giving them no time to talk to you. Of course what they would be talking to you about did require you being sober.

Pt 2??

Im in desperate need of sleep. And I have to deal with seeing more family over the next few days so writing will be to the minimum but hoping to come out with pt 2 of traitor au and maybe more smut.

[fly1nglow]

WHEN THE BELLS RING (1).

summary ── steve is desperate to make his work environment a less unbearable place and the newly arrived teacher could be a good distraction.

pairings & characters ── teacher!steve x teacher!fem!reader, some ocs

additional info & warnings ── fluff, slow burn, reader is supposed to be a ‘big city girl’, reader is also kinda anxious, little steve pov inserted, i guess steve is not accurate but i tried my best </3, no warnings besides that, i guess

author’s notes: ok… so this is my first fanfic after sooo long, but this idea came to me in a dream and i wanted to write, i feel like it kinda sucks but i also just wanna have some fun writing again. also… i know this must be annoying but… should i say english isn’t my first language (and that i dont know how the educational system of united states works)? :/, that should be all, pls be kind <3

The breeze passed through the leaves gently, taking some to the windshield, it was a really pleasant scene to enjoy in autumn, but it was also a great change of scenery in your opinion: Hawkins, from what you knew and had seen so far at that moment, it felt like that kind of small town you see in movies, where everyone knows everyone and nothing really happens, very different from what you had grown up with and lived with all your life, which were noisy cities, tall buildings and people who really didn't care. they paid attention to you.

But sudden changes weren't very pleasant either, yet here you were, in a small town in the middle of Indiana.

After taking another sip of your coffee, hoping the drink would distract you from something you didn't yet know you feared, you grabbed your bag and threw in the items that would be needed to survive your first day of work at Hawkins Public School. Your keys, notebooks and books were everything he considered really essential for the day.

Getting out of the car, you clutched the cup with the now cold drink in your hands, placed your bag in your arms, and headed towards the clearly old but friendly-looking building in front of you.

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Steve was curious to know who would replace Mrs. Brown, because although he got along with most people, his coworkers didn't exactly fit into that category. They were mostly middle-aged people, who thought he was childish, whether because of his age or the way he acted, he still didn't know for sure, but he knew they were his age once and he hoped they would be kinder.

However, he still didn't know how meeting 'the newbie' could help his case, he figured, that maybe by getting to know him first he could get some information and then pass it on to his colleagues, maybe then they would see him as someone helpful and trustworthy, but he still didn't know how that would help him.

It was lost in these thoughts that he found himself in the still empty hallway and in front of Mrs. Brown's old door, now weathered and which he knew made a loud noise when it was pushed in a certain way and now, he was a little unsure, a very different feeling compared to the confident and playful Steve of just a few years ago. But his movements seemed not to follow his thoughts, because now he had knocked on the door.

Before he could step back and get him out of there, he opened the door after hearing a muffled and distant voice say 'come in'.

‘‘Good morning.’’ Steve laughed and hurried over.

‘‘Oh, good morning!’’ A young-looking woman, who was pasting some notices on the wall, turned to face him, left the materials on the table and approached to greet him, as he was approaching.

‘‘I’m Professor Harrington, but you can actually call me Steve, you know, I guess it’s okay, in fact I prefer to be called that…’’

Now he was rambling. He extended his hand for a shake, which she readily accepted. Now closer, he could notice a few more small details about her: her hair was slightly messy, perhaps due to the wind outside, there was also a small piece of adhesive tape stuck near the collar of her pullover sweater, but he pretended not to notice, afraid that she would think he was looking more than he should.

‘‘Well, I’m a physical education teacher. I thought it would be a good idea to stop by and say hi.’’

She then introduced herself.

‘‘That’s very kind of you, Steve.’’

‘‘Well…’’ Steve looked around the room, but his mind was looking for some way to keep the conversation going, or maybe an excuse to leave. ‘‘Do you need help? Do you already know the building? You know I can…’’

Great, he was rambling again. Good way to make a good impression, right?

‘‘Actually, if you guys have a coffee machine, I’d love to know where it is.’’

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You definitely hadn't thought much when you left your room and decided to follow Professor Harrington to the staff room, a small room, with white walls, two windows, shelves full of books, papers, some chairs and tables. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable place you'd ever seen. But you just wanted to distract yourself from the hustle and bustle of your own thoughts, because the first day of work had left you exhausted and it hadn't even started yet.

Also, you weren't the type to jump to conclusions because of appearance, but the first thing you noticed was that Steve had adorable eyes that seemed to match the type of person he was. And at the moment he seemed like a lovely person. That he talked a lot.

He had recently talked about how he grew up in the city and how it was a little strange teaching the children of people he had known all his life. You also shared some facts, about where you grew up and where you studied, all while he observed you carefully and asked some questions to keep the conversation going.

‘‘So why did you come here?’’

‘‘Salary, obviously.’’

You tried to joke and he chuckled weakly at your little attempt at being funny. Steve looked away from your figure, as you were drinking the second cup of coffee of the day, he observed the other person who entered the room, but who still didn't notice the presence of the two of you in the room. This made Steve get a little closer to you, still keeping an acceptable distance but so that only you could hear him whisper:

‘‘That’s Professor Watson, from physics… A pain in the ass at first, but if he likes you, he might get you a discount on drinks at a bar.’’

‘‘Discounts in a bar? Why?’’ You whispered back, while trying to focus on the new figure that appeared: it was a small man in comparison to Steve, his hair already showing signs of getting gray and he had a serious face.

‘‘His sister owns one of the bars in town, she always gives discounts to his friends and colleagues.’’

‘‘And you, do you have a discount there?’’

‘‘No, he hates me. But who knows, maybe you’ll be luckier than me.’’

‘‘Good strategy, Harrington, you barely know me and you’re already trying to use me to get discounts at bars?’’

You both laughed and soon the sound caught the attention of the person who was previously the center of the conversation. Steve quickly distanced himself and silently indicated with signs for you to follow him and then, there followed another one of those social formalities that people tend to forget happened easily: introducing yourself.

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And introducing yourself was the key word and the pattern that followed for practically the entire day: introducing yourself to your colleagues, students and some parents.

The students were as you expected them to be, lively students who preferred talking to their classmates rather than paying attention in class, but, luckily or perhaps your own teaching talent, you managed to get them to pay attention to what you were saying. and they were able to apply their knowledge well to their tasks. As for your coworkers, excluding Steve, your colleagues weren't exactly the warmest and friendliest people you knew, but that didn't take up much space in your mind.

Not long after the last bell rang, you were getting ready to end the day at work and return to your cozy home. Until two knocks on the door distracted you.

Peeking through the half-open door, you quickly realized who it was: Steve trying to be helpful again.

‘‘Do you need help there, newbie?’’

You didn't mind the small informalities when you were quick to decline his help.

‘‘No need, I was already finishing it anyway.’’

He pretended to look disappointed, you couldn't help but chuckle at his theatrics. You quickly finished your things and grabbed your bag, and left the room with Steve following right behind you.

‘‘You know,’’ Steve began as you both walked down the corridor, ‘‘that’s the good part about being a physical education teacher, I don’t need a room, just some balls and a court.’’

‘‘It’s easy when a good number of children love the chance to be aggressive without being reprimanded.’’

‘‘It is,’’ Steve agreed, a fond smile on his face. ‘‘Kids can be a handful, but they mean well. Today, one of them lobbed a ball right at my stomach, but they made up for it with a lollipop as an apology.’’

‘‘A lollipop," you chuckled, ‘‘the universal peace offering.’’

‘‘If lollipops didn't work wonders, doctors wouldn't hand them out after every appointment,’’ Steve quipped, his laughter echoing down the hallway.

Steve walked you to the parking lot, soon stopping near what you assumed was his car. You turned to see him and to say goodbye.

‘‘See you tomorrow, newbie,’’ Steve grinned.

‘‘See you tomorrow, Professor Harrington,’’ you replied with a playful smirk.

He rolled his eyes and got into the car, making your way to your own car as you watched him get further away. Placing your arms a little closer to your body to avoid the cold, you could reflect a little on that end of the day as you once again observed the parking lot, now a little darker as the sun was already hiding, but which you expected to see for a while, for many more days.

In that silence, you could conclude that the first day of work had not been as horrible and terrifying as you had expected.