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wow a post vaccine baby is no joke! Haha I'm in danger dot gif.....
#mama blogging#i am soooo so staunchly pro vaccine. give my kid all of em. give me all of em. lets gooo#but boy. motherhood has honestly given me more compassion for anti vaxxers.#the individuals i mean. not the ones who profit over misinformation but like families without platforms#this is distressing!!!#i can see how if you were in or found the wrong circles you would quickly get some terrible ideas#i'm pretty emotionally vulnerable right now and i actually feel a pull to Blame Something For Baby Cry!#i am able to remind myself that the benefits outweigh the distress#but im not gonna lie watching your baby scream while he gets shots#and then be miserable all afternoon#sucks!!!!!#idk i think we probably dont do enough to support young families on a structural level and that contributed to antivax mess!!!#anyway. yay vaccines. please pray for me as my child mounts a hell of an immune response.
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Heyyy, I have a request, for HotchxReader in a established relationship, and i donât know if you have tiktok but there are these tiktoks I watch about scenarios with a healthy relationship after a toxic one, and I think it would be really cute if you did that with Hotch or reader!! If not I totally understand!!! I love your work and canât wait for more!! đ«¶đ»
Dirty Laundry |Â [A.H]
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader | WC: 0.8k | CW: Hurt/comfort I guess, trauma response, previous toxic relationship, implied abuse i think it qualifies as. Hotch being the best man ever.
You stood by the dresser, carefully folding the last of the laundry, a rhythm youâd long since perfected. Each item was handled with accuracy, creases smoothed with your fingers before you folded and refolded until the edges were perfectly aligned. It was calming, in some way, a way to create order out of chaos, to make things look perfect like theyâd just been pulled out of a bag.
Aaron appeared in the doorway, fresh from his shower, wearing a washed-out t-shirt from law school and sweatpants, his hair was still damp and slightly messy. He paused, leaning one shoulder against the frame, watching you silently for a moment. His gaze softened as he took in the way your hands moved, delicate but methodical, almost like folding laundry was some kind of sacred ritual to you.
His own instinct wouldâve been to hang the shirt on a hanger or toss it in a drawer, where itâd wrinkle anyway. Besides, he would iron it in the morning before work anyway, so he didn't see the big deal in folding it as neatly as you did. But you folded everything with such care, as if giving even this small task your full attention.
âDo you always fold like that?â he asked, his voice soft and curious.
You froze.
Your breath hitched, your mind stumbling over itself to process his words. Was that judgment? Was I doing it wrong?
âIââ Your voice stuttered, and you turned around to face him, holding the neatly folded shirt against your chest like a shield. âIâm sorry,â you said quickly, the words tumbling out in a rush. âI didnât mean toâ I can stop doing it like this if you donât like it. I swear, I wasnât trying toââ
âWhoa, whoa,â Aaron interrupted, his voice was low but firm, his hands already reaching out as he closed the distance between you. âHey, sweetheart, slow down. Itâs okay.â
You couldnât stop, the spiral pulling you under as memories of sharp words and cold glares from someone elseâsomeone from the pastâfilled your mind. âWhy do you always do things like this? Canât you just listen for once?â The panic bubbled up, it was hot and suffocating.
âIâll change how I do it,â you promised, your voice breaking. âI didnât mean to upset youââ
âStop,â he said, his hands gently but firmly finding your shoulders. The weight of his touch anchored you as his thumbs brushed soothing circles against your arms. Aaron moved his thumbs a little harder, putting pressure into his touch as he tried to ease the tension in your muscles. âThatâs not what I meant at all.â
You blinked up at him, tears already pooling in your eyes, making his concerned face blur. âI thoughtââ
âI wasnât criticizing you,â he said cutting you off before your thoughts took over completely, his voice was gentle yet steady, and his eyes locked onto yours with care. âI wasnât upset. I was just curious. Thatâs all. I think itâs sweet how you fold everything so perfectly.â
Your lips trembled, and you felt yourself start to crumble under the overwhelming kindness in his tone. âI justâ I didnât want you to think I was doing it wrong,â you whispered, the words fragile, as if saying them aloud would somehow break the fragile peace youâd found with him.
Aaronâs chest ached at the raw vulnerability in your voice, at the way your shoulders had tensed till you were stiff board, as you had braced yourself for some imagined backlash. He hated that the scars from your past had you doubting yourself in the safety of his home, in his arms.
âYou werenât doing anything wrong,â he said softly, pulling you into him, wrapping you in his embrace. His hand smoothed over your hair as he kissed the top of your head, murmuring against it, âYou donât have to change anything, okay? Youâre perfect just the way you are.â
You let out a shaky breath against his chest, the knot in your stomach loosening ever so slightly. âI donât know why I reacted like that,â you admitted, your voice muffled by his shirt.
Aaron tilted his head to rest his cheek against the crown of your head. âI do,â he said simply, not explaining it furtherâyou both knew what he meantâhis voice carrying no judgment, only understanding. âAnd I wish I could take away all the hurt that made you feel like this. But youâre safe now, with me. I promise you that.â
His words cracked something open inside you, and the tears spilled freely now, soaking into the soft cotton of his shirt. He didnât flinch, didnât pull away, only held you tighter, as if he could shield you from the echoes of your past with the strength of his embrace.
âThank you. I love you,â you whispered after a moment, the words coming easier this time, carried by the steady beat of his heart under your cheek.
Aaron pulled back just enough to frame your face with his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears on your cheeks. âYou never have to thank me for loving you,â he said, his voice low and full of conviction. âBut I love you too. More than youâll ever know.â
His words settled into your chest, soothing the ache youâd carried for so long.
As he leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and tender against yours, you finally felt the weight of your past ease just a little more.
"C'mon, let's go lay down a little." He smiled, dragging you towards the bed in an attempt to move your mind away from the chores that still needed to be done and relax for once. After all, you were two to take care of the house.
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hey!! I'd love to see one where maybe jack and hotch try speaking to the baby in pregnant!reader's tummy :))
thank you for requesting! fem, 1k
You sniff Aaronâs hair. Itâs your right as his wife to enjoy his smells. Youâre too tired for subtlety. âYou know how many weeks I am today?â you ask.Â
Youâre in a bubble together. Aaron answers with his usual calm tenor. âYou are twenty seven weeks today, honey.âÂ
Itâs endearing that he knows. Itâs nice to have found a good one. To never have to worry about compassion or care. Which isnât to say heâs perfect, he makes wrong decisions, and he disappoints you sometimes, but still, heâs a good one. You arenât perfect either and you donât have to be, all you need to do is love and respect one another as much as is physically possible, and you do. Â
âMm,â you hum, drawing a heart into his arm, âand you know what they say around this time?âÂ
âIâm not sure.âÂ
âShe can hear you, if you want to talk to her.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âThatâs what I read earlier on. That if you talk to her through my stomach, she can probably hear your voice. By full term sheâll have hearing like me and you.âÂ
âIs that true?â he asks, resting his hand on your bump. Sometimes when the baby is in a bad mood and her foot feels like itâs making a bruise through your skin, all Aaron has to do is touch you, and she stops.Â
âWell, according to the baby book. They say by twenty nine weeks itâs a sure thing.âÂ
âCan I speak to her?âÂ
You brush through his hair with your pinky nail. âSure, sweetheart. You can talk to her all night long, Iâm sure sheâd love to hear your voice.â You push the hair from his forehead. âI like hearing you talk.âÂ
âLay back,â he says.Â
Aaron sits up and you lay down, your head in the pillows, your pregnancy cushion a support on your left side. He slides your t-shirt up slowly as though giving you time to say no. He begins to rub slow circles around the bump, before laying his head flat to he bed, his lip less than two inches from your distended tummy.Â
âHi, baby,â he says, unabashed. âHow are you feeling?âÂ
You laugh. He peeks up at you.Â
âSorry, itâs just funny.âÂ
âItâs okay. Iâd laugh if you started asking my stomach questions tooâŠâ He smiles. âBut my babyâs in there, so youâll have to forgive me.âÂ
âI wonât laugh again, promise.âÂ
âItâs fine if you do. Iâm finding it hard to take myself seriously.â He slows his rubbing. âBaby, if you can hear me, please say hi⊠I love you. Iâm so happy youâre getting bigger.âÂ
The longer he talks, the less funny it becomes. His melodic murmuring turns praising, he talks of you and Jack and every amazing thing waiting for the baby in the world when sheâs done cooking. He tells her he loves her, loves you, that sheâs beautiful even though sheâs shaped like a GMO kidney bean. Heâs totally relaxed. You fall in love with him all over again.Â
âAnd it looks like your big brother wants to say hi too,â he says.Â
You perk up. Footsteps rush down the hall to the master bedroom, and a knock echoes fast. Jack doesnât wait for an answer, bursting in with a happy gasp. âI knew you were still awake,â he says. âPlease can I come watch TV with you?âÂ
âSure, buddy, but we arenât watching anything right now,â Aaron says.Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âIâm talking to your sister.âÂ
Jack leans against the bed, fingers screwing in Aaronâs shirt unthinkingly. âYou are?âÂ
âI read in my book today that she can maybe hear you when you talk to her,â you tell him. âWould you want to talk to her, bud?âÂ
âCan I?âÂ
âSure. I donât mind. Iâd love for you to say hello, âcos how special is that? For the last few weeks, all sheâs been able to hear is me. She doesnât know she has a whole family waiting for her.âÂ
Aaron straightens and helps Jack climb onto the bed. He settles at the pillows with you, leaning down briefly to kiss you, lips misaligned but no less gentle.Â
âWhat do I say?â Jack whispers, putting his hand carefully on your bump.Â
âYou can say anything you want,â you whisper back. âYou can say hi, or you can tell her something. The best thing about babies is that we get to teach them about everything.âÂ
âOkay, um⊠well,â âhe braces himself with two hands on your tummy and leans inâ âyou canât see, but we have a dad with brown hair and brown eyes, and we have a super pretty mommy who smiles all the time at meâŠâ Jackâs cheek tips toward his shoulder. âOn Sunday they take me to the library and we stay there all morning. And for dinner we always have, um, one hand of vegetables and one hand of chicken, or pork, or pasta. But itâs okay if you canât finish everything.âÂ
He looks at his father. âIs that okay?â he asks.Â
Aaron offers his hand. âBuddy, thatâs perfect. You can tell her anything that you want. She just wants to hear your voice.âÂ
âCan I tell her about teenage mutant ninja turtles?âÂ
You laugh. âSure,â Aaron says.Â
Jack starts to talk about Donatello. You try not to laugh as his little hands tickle you, turning your face into Aaronâs side.Â
âI have so many things to say to you right now, but Iâm worried itâs too saccharine,â he says.Â
âSave them for later,â you say, hugging his waist. âCan I nap here? Would you rub my arm?âÂ
Aaron rubs your arm as youâve asked. You fall asleep to the sound of your stepsons mumbled rambling and Aaronâs occasional breathy laugh.Â
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I got the image of the Jack, Miko and Rafael learning to imitate Distressed/terrified Sparkling cries and using them against the decepticons. Itâs a very efficient defense mechanism. Every cybertronian who heard them is freaking out because oh primus how is the squishy thing making that noise and I gotta protect it at all costs. The sheer chaos that would ensue as the âprotect/rescue the sparklingâ programming kicks in full force.
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The vehicons are clustered at the other end of the room panicking. They donât know what to do. The human sparklings are looking right at them and making distress noises. The guilt is killing them.
Knockout going âis the car form less alarming?! If I turn into a car will you stop seeing me as the threat?!â
Breakdown is having a breakdown.
Starscream pinned to the wall on the other side of the room having an internal crisis. He doesnât like this. Make it stop.
Soundwave makes no noise but you can FEEL the sheer distress radiating off of him.
Megatron is frozen. No thoughts, head empty. Heâs not moving at all. He doesnât know how to handle this.
ââ
The autobots have mixed feelings about this. Theyâre glad the kids have a way of defending themselves but please donât do it near them. Theyâre stressed out enough as it is.
(This might sound kinda dumb but I thought it was kinda funny. Very tired while writing this)
Wait no this is actually brilliant.
The Decepticons never anticipated their long buried parental nature to be used against them. No one did. But they day the human children turned up on the battlefield looking far too confident, every Bot and Con present had the all encompassing feeling that something was terribly wrong. Their suspicions were quickly confirmed when, before the Decepticons could do much of anything to get the relics they were after, Rafael began to wail.
Normally, human screams meant nothing. But there was a certain pitch that sounded so close to a cry of distress from a sparkling that, to warriors who had not heard a sparkling in millennia, it was enough to send them running to help. In this case, the issue was only compounded as the children scattered like mice and started making the same noises. The Decepticons could hardly focus on the Autobots booking it to the relics as they frantically tried to locate the fictitious sparklings calling for aid.
The Vehicons managed to get to Jack, but he just kept looking up at them defiantly. Every time one of the dozen or so Vehicons on the field tried to grab him, blast him, or otherwise hurt him, Jack would chirp like a sparkling and send all of them scurrying back. It wasn't cute to the Vehicons. Having never seen actual sparklings but still having the coding needed to adore them, they looked at Jack and saw a weird frame-walker. They weren't sure what to do about it except try to haul themselves away while also keeping a vague circle around the human male.
Miko on the other hand made it a point to chase after Megatron and Soundwave, screeching like a sparkling about to be shredded. Neither stopped for her, but Megatron completely lost his train of thought every time that screech rang out. He could have been aiming at Optimus with a perfect head shot and he would be unable to fire as Miko's distressed sounds rang out in his audials. He KNEW she wasn't a sparking. His coding wasn't even that strong. But by Primus, hearing her screech was the same as watching a civilian get run over by a bus, repeatedly. Focus was impossible.
Soundwave wasn't much better. He didn't react outwardly, but the slowing of his steps and the way he tried to sidestep Miko gave away his distress. He avoided her like the plague, trying to refocus but being unable to really get far as Miko screamed like a demon. It was a fight against the Unmaker himself to keep Soundwave from bolting over to collect the sparkling who sounded so very upset.
Rafael, for his part, followed Miko's lead and harassed the other three members of High Command most often found out on the field. Breakdown ran screaming the moment Rafael started chirping at him. This was both out of fear of the frame-walker and to escape the inevitable overreaction of his coding. He may or may not have attempted parkour once or twice to get as far away from the smallest of the humans as possible.
Knockout tried to ignore Rafael when the kid chirped up at him, he really really did. But how does one ignore the Cybertronian equivalent of a soaking wet kitten meowing up at you? Simply put: you don't. Knockout gave in and quickly dropped down to try and soothe the non-existent sparkling every. single. time. Rafael pulled his noise trickery. He never fails to panic and attempt to flash colorful things at Rafael to get him to stop. Every Decepticon has since been endlessly disappointed in him.
Starscream, being terrified of things that really shouldn't be there, took the skies the instant the trio began screeching. Nope. Not today Unicron. He'll get the mission done or get the heck out of dodge to avoid coding coming online. He doesn't need empty nest syndrome on top of a crippling case of "I Love Power." He also doesn't need to deal with the horrific mental image of a squishy somehow managing to sound like a sparkling. Nope. Nope. NOPE.
The Autobots are grateful the kids can protect themselves a bit now. But by Primus, they have known NO peace since the kids figured it all out.
#transformers#maccadam#transformers prime#team prime#megatron#starscream#soundwave#knockout#breakdown#vehicons#tfp kids#rafael esquivel#jack darby#miko nakadai
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Relax, I've Got You
Summary: Reader isn't the best at handling stress, and her roommate Spencer, notices. Luckily, he has quite a few salacious ideas on how he could make her feel better.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warning: friends-with-benefits situation, oral (f!recieving), fingering (f!recieving), mentions of anxiety/symptoms of anxiety.
Word Count: 2.7 k
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You were never good at handling stress.Â
You were well aware of this facet of your psycheâ the way tensity would often wind around your limbs, snaking into the very depths of your bones until you were entirely drained and devoid of peace, a shell of the person you were accustomed to being.Â
You had dealt with this complication on your own for the most part. Youâd come home after a long day, and attempt to find yourself again through chamomile tea, lavender mists, and a warm blanket.Â
Of course, there were days where even these measures could not suffice in curing your weariness.Â
Thatâs where Spencer Reid came in.Â
Heâd only been your roommate at first. With the economy going as it was, it was simply more practical to find one, rather than renting alone. Heâd responded to an ad youâd put up, and you accepted. The process was easy, honestly. You had no qualms about sharing your living space with another person, and even found the arrangement enjoyable at times. Spencer was well-mannered, never missed rent, and wasnât even at home most of the time. When he was, he was quiet. Sweet.Â
Through time, you found yourself becoming friends with the man. The conversation was light and easy, and in a rare turn of events, you started to open up to him. Even more surprisingly, he returned the favor, adding to the understanding that was fast growing between the two of you. It seemed only natural, since both of you were made naturally vulnerable by the circumstances of your situation. Youâd come to your apartment, drop the mask of the day, and see that Spencer was already there, becoming an extension of the solace you found at home. Soon enough, the comfort of your couch was simply synonymous to him as well.Â
It didnât take long for Spencer to notice the anxieties that would plague you when a deadline came about, or when you simply fixated on an issue for too long. The way your bedroom light wouldnât shut until 4 AM, or how youâd pace in the kitchen, so wired that your body denied you the rest you so desperately needed. He noticed the dark circles, the occasional irritability (followed by an apology, of course), the headaches, everything. Which is why he thought nothing of it to suggest some remedies for your troubles over breakfast one day.Â
âCaffeine can actually increase stress, if you werenât aware.â He says, eyeing your second cup of coffee that morning. âThereâs actually a large amount of data that indicates you should limit caffeine intake, especially if youâre already anxious.âÂ
You narrow your eyes, furrowing your brows slightly. âSays who?â You retort, not quite ready to give up your chosen beverage.Â
âThe NIH, Penn State, the AMA-âÂ
âOkay, okay. Sorry. I got it.â You interrupt, knowing youâd started a losing battle the moment youâd questioned him. âIâll try to cut down on it.âÂ
He grins, satisfied with how the interaction had played out. You, on the other hand, started to drift farther away from your current setting. You swallow, putting down your coffee cup before rubbing your eyes, a soft sigh escaping you.Â
âSomething wrong?â Spencer asks, cautiously, his voice soft.Â
You tsk, shaking your head and shrugging a bit at your own dilemma. âIt's just.. Iâm already so tired. Iâm exhausted and the dayâs barely begun.â You pause, unable to articulate just how fatigued you were. âItâs like I can already feel the mid-afternoon headache Iâm going to get later, and it hasnât even started yet.â You hate the way you sound, longing for the day you could fully relax for even a fraction of a second.Â
âYouâd probably be a lot less tired if you slept a little more.â Spencer suggests, and you shoot him a death glare.Â
âDonât you think I know that?â You snap. âIâm trying. Itâs not that easy. Itâs just-â You groan, stopping yourself as the quick realization dawns on you that youâve misdirected your frustrations. Thereâs a wave of shame rising up almost immediately, heating your cheeks up in regret.Â
âIâm sorry, Spencer. Sorry. Thatâs unfair of me. I know youâre just looking out for me.â You murmur, taking a deep breath to calm your senses.Â
âHey, donât worry.â He says, his voice low and compassionate. âI get it. I know youâve got a lot on your plate right now.âÂ
You nod, closing your eyes as you continue to breathe. He continues to speak, his voice remaining warmhearted.Â
âThere are actually quite a few ways to alleviate stress. Some experts recommend meditation, exercise and yoga. I wouldnât mind doing those with you, if you were interested.â He offers, as he continues to ramble, lost in his own explanation in the hopes of being of service to you. âSome experts even name sex as a useful stress reliever, due to the endorphins and oxytocin released after completion.âÂ
You give a fruitless laugh. âJesus, I wish. I donât have the time to try and find someone willing to do that for me.âÂ
Spencer goes quiet, and you finally open your eyes. Youâre met with his stare, trained on your form, a thoughtful expression on his face.Â
âWhat?â You ask, upon returning his gaze.Â
He clears his throat, shaking his head, as if he was ridding himself of a passing thought. âNothing. Sorry. Iâm sorry. I hope you do find something that works for you though. I hate seeing you like this.âÂ
You soften at his concern. âThanks, Spencer.â You say, the affection in your voice unmistakable. âMaybe Iâll end up taking on.. Yoga? That seems doable, right?âÂ
He smiles. âYoga. Right.âÂ
The days pass on, until you find yourself in a similar scenario youâve been in one too many times. Youâre pacing the kitchen, a small clock reading that it was currently 2 AM. You couldnât even really decipher the source of tonightâs anxietyâ all you know is you feel it, and you feel it deeply.Â
Thatâs when a voice breaks through the darkness, halting your movements altogether.Â
âHey, are you alright?â Spencerâs soft, slightly deeper voice.Â
âOh, yeah.â You call out, despite the growing tightness in your chest. âIâm fine. You can go back to sleep. Sorry for waking you.âÂ
He shakes his head, scratching his head as he makes his way towards you. âItâs nothing.â He reassures. âI needed to pee anyway. Whatâs going on with you?â He inquires, gently.Â
You rub at your chest, biting your lip. âThe usual.âÂ
âWork?â He asks, softly.Â
You purse your lips. âIâm not even sure at this point. Just really anxious.âÂ
His expression softens. A beat of silence passes between the two of you.Â
âIâm- um. Iâm willing to help.â He stammers out, suddenly seeming much more nervous than he was a moment ago.Â
You give a dejected smile. âThatâs sweet, Spencer, but I dunno. I think I have to deal with this on my own.âÂ
âNo, I mean. I can help. Iâm willing to help. To do that for you. Iâm your friend. I want to help.â He restates, his voice a little urgent.Â
âWilling to do what?â You ask, wholly confused with where he was going with this.Â
He takes a breath. âSex. Or, an orgasm, at least. You said no one you knew would be willing to help you like that. I am. If you want.â He blurts out.Â
You stand there, momentarily shocked into silence. Youâre suddenly able to recall the conversation youâd had, just a few days prior, and realize what he was trying to say. Here you were, in your kitchen, with your friend- your roommate, and he was selflessly offering himself to you. For sex. For de-stressing sex. He sounded so earnest, despite the obvious lewdness of his offer, and the juxtaposition made your head spin.Â
âI..â You start, your voice caught in your throat.Â
âYou donât have to feel compelled to say yes. Iâm just offering. I want to help you.â He interjects, his voice still carrying that unselfishness youâd known from the very beginning.Â
âI.. no. I mean, yes. I want to say yes.â You find yourself admitting after a moment. âBut.. are you sure? Itâs.. I mean, itâs sex, Spencer.â You whisper.Â
âIâm aware.â He says, matching your softer tone. âIâm okay with that. Are you?âÂ
You take a breath. Looking up at him, you take in his slightly tousled hair illuminated by the soft moonlight that drifted in through your apartment windows. His white sleep shirt was crumpled, and even in the darkness that enveloped you, you could decipher the kindness in his eyes, his mere presence bringing a shade of ease into you as you spoke to him.Â
âYes.â You murmur out, the words flowing out with no hesitation. âIâm okay with that.âÂ
âCan I kiss you?â He says, gently, and your nod of affirmation is almost immediate.Â
He steps closer and cups your cheek, before pressing his lips against yours gently. Itâs a sweeter kiss, something that, despite never saying out loud, you would have expected from him. His mouth moves languidly against yours, before pulling away, slightly out of breath.Â
âKissing actually helps to reduce cortisol.â He murmurs. âIt indirectly lowers stress as a result. Is it working?âÂ
And true to his words, you realized that the tightness in your chest had faded somewhat, no longer blaring with the intensity you had just felt a few minutes prior. An entirely new feeling settled within you- an ache, a need for this man and what he brought to you.Â
âYeah. Itâs working.â You mumble out.Â
As if he could read your mind, Spencer gently takes your hand. âLetâs move to the couch, yeah?â He murmurs, already leading you to his spot of preference.Â
He gently guides you to sit on the couch, quickly finding your lips once again to exchange some soft kisses along the way. His hands drift up and down your back, fingertips light and tender. His every touch speaks to something more, to an unspoken dedication that youâd never felt before until this moment.
To something that maybe extended beyond the original purpose of your rendezvous. âIs this alright?â He asks, his tone hushed and reverent.Â
You nod, almost in a trance. He was so gentle, so reassuring. He was exactly what you needed.Â
His lips find yours again and you respond eagerly, letting your hands tangle into the mess of brown hair that sat atop his head. He let out a small groan as your fingers slightly tugged on the strands, sending a thrill through you.Â
He starts to trail the kisses down your neck, seeking out more sensitive spots that could bring you into a further state of rest and repose. Everything about you spurred him on, it seemed. He paid attention to every noise, every movementâ his ultimate goal seeming to hinge on your pleasure throughout this.Â
Of course, you respond accordingly to the dedication, a soft gasp or whimper escaping you when he would mouth at the perfect spot, which would only cause him to increase his actions tenfold, leading to even more response on your end.Â
The perfect feedback loop driving you to pliancy and ecstasy all at once.
His lips begin to drift down, and you realize heâs settling in between your legs now, hands on the waistband of your sleep clothes, urging you to lie down completely, which you do.Â
âGonna take these off now.â He whispers, looking up at you between your legs.Â
âPlease.â You respond, waiting with bated breath.Â
He manages to pull down the last barrier between you two, before being met with the mess heâd created. His lips parted as his fingers trailed lightly over your wet slit, your arousal evident on his finger as he marveled on the effect he could have on you.Â
âJesus, youâre beautiful.â He whispers, as if his eyes are set upon something precious, something worthy of worship. And in a way, isnât that exactly what heâd set out to do the moment heâd placed his face between your thighs?Â
He loops his arms around your thighs, before slowly allowing his tongue to dart out, delicately, tracing the wetness of your pussy. A moan slips out of you, low and needy, and thatâs all the confirmation he needs before heâs diving in, devouring your cunt like a man starved.Â
âSpencer.â You gasp out. You say his name like prayer, like he is god-given, because in this moment, he is.Â
His tongue traces your clit in circles, before directly placing his lips over the swollen bud, applying some light suction. The tenderness in the action, the way his eyes flit upto yours, watching your gaze for the utmost reassurance that he was doing right by you, only hurdle you closer and closer to your pleasurable end.Â
Itâs almost as if youâre floating, your back arching as his face stubbornly stays buried in your cunt, lapping at your wetness insistently. He wants your release just as bad as you do, and itâs clear heâll do anything for the sweetness that comes with you falling apart in his arms.Â
âOh god.â You moan out- how is it possible to feel so airy, and yet so present all at once? To feel every movement of Spencerâs warm, wet tongue lavishing your clit, and still be somewhere else entirely- a new height of pleasure you had sorely needed all along.Â
One of his hands leaves the iron-grip it had your thighs in, letting his fingers drift towards your entrance. He slips the digits in, slowly pumping into you, only adding to the overwhelming rapture you found yourself in. Your eyes shoot open, and you find yourself writhing against him.Â
âSpencer- oh god. Please, please.â You babble out, legs starting to tense with the beginnings of your orgasm.Â
He only pulls away enough to murmur softly. âThatâs it.â His fingers continue their steady pace into you, his grip on your thigh keeping you planted to the mattress. âI got you, love. Come for me.â
With nothing else to say, he resumes eating you out, and the combination of his fingers and mouth finally barrels you towards your orgasm, shuddering as it rips through you, as your every sense is clouded- with this, with him.Â
Itâs only until youâve ridden out the entirety of your orgasm that he pulls away. Sitting upright, he leans forward to caress your jaw, taking in the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the flushed appearance your face had taken on in the throes of gratification.Â
âFeeling better?â He asks, softly.Â
âEntirely.â You whisper back, almost in awe. Not only at how well it worked, but how adoringly he stared at you, it being enough to stop your heart in your chest. Did he always look like this? How did you never notice?Â
âCan I return the favor?â You implore, already beginning to get up, but Spencer pushes you back down lightly, shaking his head.Â
âYouâre tired.â He says, as if his word was fact, despite these being your feelings that were being spoken about. âRight now, the oxytocin coursing through your body is priming you perfectly for sleep, and God knows you need it.â He chuckles out.
You realize that heâs right, and for the first time, you feel the fatigue that comes naturally with sleep, as opposed to the restless nights youâd been dealing with. You still feel disappointed though, feeling a sting of rejection as youâre unable to touch him back. Still, your tiredness is undeniable, and so you nod.Â
He gets up, finding a blanket to lay on top of you, before kneeling beside your face. He looks at you with subtle veneration, before letting his lips brush against your forehead.Â
âIâll take you up on your offer tomorrow, though, if thatâs alright.â He murmurs. âWhen youâre rested.âÂ
Your smile is immediate. âDeal.â You whisper out.Â
He looks at you for another beat, before letting his knuckles brush against your cheek, slowly retreating to his bedroom, as to let you get the rest you so desperately needed.Â
You close your eyes, amazed by the tranquility that came with Spencer. How simple intimacy came with him, as if thatâs how it shouldâve been all along.Â
You know youâll ponder on this fact in greater detail later on, but for now, you relished in serenity of the afterglow.Â
âSpencer Reid.â You think. âWhat divine comfort you are.âÂ
HOOOLY SHIT. how long has it been since i uploaded? a long time? i think. hahahaha. in between traveling, [redacted life updates], and even more, i just wasn't very inspired to write. i hope this speaks to some of you, and i hope it was enjoyable to read. as usual, any likes, comments, reblogs are so so so deeply appreciated. feedback as well! thank you so so so much for reading regardless, i am eternally grateful for any and all support <3 (oh also haha. this was written for @imagining-in-the-margins friends with benefits challenge! check it out.)
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hate fuckin w aot plzđđż like uh what position would they fuck you in when they mad?
Fuck me like you mad at me baby.
(Eren Y. Connie S. Armin A.)
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A/N: BEAT THAT COOCHIE UP LIKE YOU MAD AT A BITCH! Sorry it took so long to get your request. But letâs just all agree Eren, Connie, Armin are the big three. Iâm not arguing with anyone. Itâs true. NOT PROOF READ! 17+
Synopsis: Aot men fucking you after an argument!
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àŒșConnieàŒ»
âââââON DA WALL.
Connie isnât going to show you heâs mad, but baby you gonna feel it.
And oh boy you done did it today. After he seen you flirt with a guyâŠjeez. You really got him walking around in circles trying to not scream at the top of his lungs.
You not going to know heâs mad for a while, after an argument and you THINK everything cooled down it hasnât. Heâs still pissed.
Props to him for controlling his anger (Eren could never.) But when you start sweet talking him again thatâs when it comes out.
When you get to rubbing on his chest and start saying âIâm so sorry baby, lemme make it up to you. Please.â with that little whine in your voiceâŠoh best believe he gonna make you sorry for real.
He gives you a small grin and says âOh for real? You wanna make it up to me?â You should have never even offered because now look at you. Against the kitchen wall crying out how sorry you are.
âYou sorry ma? How sorry?â The harshness of his voice craving down on you. You couldnât even spit out a comprehendible sentence just âYes mmm so sorry!â
He was satisfied with your sorry, after the second round. I mean after all you did offerâŠïżŒ
àŒșErenàŒ»
âââââFROM DA FRONT.
Now, Eren heâs rough rough when heâs mad. Like oh lord..pray he donât get his hands on you.
Please run while you can, because after he got you alone you canât run.
This was especially the case after he found out you followed a guy from your work place, the same guy who continuously flirted with you.
Donât ask him how he knows, he just does.
âI ainât dumb mama. So go ahead and do as I asked.â The request was so simple, just unfollow him. But the principle pissed you off, you never told him who to follow and who too not. So you refused. Wrong answerâŠ
Because that refusal sent him through the roof. He just laughed while shaking his head. He tossed you on the bed with no regards.
You never been fucked so hard in your lifeâŠThe headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust he gave you it was ridiculous. âLook at me while I fuck you.â Eren spat out.
Your poor neighbors, the surely heard the madness that was occurring in your bedroom. But Eren did not give a single fuck.
He had your hair twisted in his fingers while he watched you block ole boy on everything single app you had. âNuh uh. you ainât done yet. Block him on spotify.â You were going to learn not to go seeking attention from anyone that wasnât him.
âNobodyâs better than me mama. You should know better than that.â
àŒșArminàŒ»
âââââ BENT OVA.
You would never expect Armin to act the way he acts when heâs MAD.
Of course he got upset with you before but never something that made you change your view on him.
He always tried to be understanding, always listening to what you had to say and what was wrong. But, today was a little different.
He got so mad that you commented on how his friend looked good. He took it as you wanted his friend, but that wasnât your intention at all.
âAh, I see. Well just how good did he look y/n?! Why donât you just tell him how much you want him to fuck you!â His insecurities were really starting to show. But damn, he just look so fucking hot with his button up shirt slightly undone, and his hair sticking to face. His eyes widened, it was a sexy sight. Armin could tell how turned on you were getting from him slightly raising his voice.
âFuckây/n. Stop looking at me like that.â The threw his keys on the table while shaking his head. Armin couldnât look at you while your hand traveled up his shirt rubbing his abdomen. You were making it so difficult for him to be mad at you right now. Especially since you started begging for him to calm down and let you make him feel better.
The small tugs at his shirt just really got him going. He immediately bent you over on the couch, throwing your clothes everywhere. âCanât even look at you. So fucking filthy.â
You tried to move away from him pounding your insides, hoping to get a break but no. âWhat the fuck did I tell you about that shit? Just fuckin take it.â Sluts didnât deserve a break. They didnât get that courtesy.
Eventually his hatred turned into love and he started spilling out how much he loved you while he was close to cumming. âI love you so much.â & âYou mean the world to me.â & âWanna make you a mommy.â
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Ah! tysm for 400!
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Why would I be jealous?
Monkey D. Luffy x Wife!Reader
Summary: a prompt provided by @matronofthevoid. Times when others expect Luffy to be jealous, versus times Luffy was actually jealous.
Part VIII
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âHey youâre gorgeous!â The drunkard slurred, hiccuping as he places a heavy hand on your shoulder.
You were two seconds away from committing unspeakable acts of violence but you recognise the man is barely coherent. So instead, you only sigh and wave him off.
The drunkard slouches sadly at your wordless rejection and begins to stumble off back to his table of friends who continue to hoot and holler.
Luffy continues to swallow clumps of food by the fistful - not taking any notice of the hoards of men that have approached you, Nami or Robin this whole evening; all whilst Sanji canât stop watching the girls like a hawk. âThis is unbelievable, how can you call yourself Y/nâs husband when you donât even notice these filthy savages laying their dirty hands on your wife.â Sanji scolds his captain whoâs finally paused from stuffing his face to swallow the lump of food stuck in his throat.
âHuh? What the heck are you talking about?â Luffy huffs- annoyed Sanji is interrupted his delectable feast.
âHow can you not get jealous?! I would be driven insane if I saw anyone even glanced at my wifeâs direction.â Sanji declares which makes Luffyâs eyes shoot out of his head.
âYouâre married?!â
âNo you idiot! Iâm just saying if Y/n was my wife, I wouldnât let anyone look, breath or even smile in her direction. But here you are stuffing your face whilst Y/n is harassed and hounded for her good looks.â Sanji spits venomously but Luffy doesnât even spare a glance. Turning his attention back to his feast.
âI donât get it.â Luffy he drawls, his brain going blank as he tryâs to make sense of Sanjiâs words.
Why would Luffy get jealous over other men having working eyes?
Brook places his tea-cup down on his saucer. âSo I can ask to see her panties and you wouldnât be jealous?â Brook asks, a twinkle of mischief in his ⊠empty eye socket.
âNo.â Luffy says stiffly.
âNo? So I can ask her?â Brook asks - a glimmer of excitement making his heart race slightly⊠figuratively of course.
âNo- I mean, donât do it.â Luffy says pointedly, his serious voice taking over. Sanji lifts his brow.
âSo you would get jealous of that?â Sanji taunts but Luffy shakes his head.
âNo.â
The vein in Sanjiâs forehead makes its return at his captains elusive words. âWhy the hell not?â
âBecause.â Luffy answers taking a hulking bite out of the meat stick, chewing slowly before swallowing the lump of flesh. âSheâll kill you.â
Now donât get it wrong. Itâs not like Luffy doesnât get jealous. He certainly does, just not in ways other people expect.
Itâs a brand new sunny day on the Thousand Sunny. The cloudless sky was inviting Luffy to come out to play - only for the day to start in chaos when you are no where to be found.
âNami! Y/n fell overboard! I canât find her anywhere!â Luffy shouts in a panic running in circles.
âWould you calm down!â Nami shouts back. âSheâs swimming on the port side with Gimbe!â Dashing to the port side, Luffy flings himself onto the rail in a frenzied panic only to see you laughing and splashing about.
Luffyâs face sours to a childish pout. âHey no fair, I wanna play too.â Luffy mumbles, his jutted chin sitting on the rail. âHey Y/n! At the next island come explore with me!â Luffy suggests enthusiastically, only for you to turn him down.
âSorry Stretch, Nami and Robin asked me to go shopping with them. Besides, I canât keep wearing the same clothes everyday.â Luffy grumbles at the rejection.
âFine! At least come have breakfast with me!â Luffy demanded only for you to smile back apologetically.
â⊠I kinda already ate thoughâŠâ The gasp of betrayal that poured from Luffyâs throat was so tangible that you knew you had some making up to do.
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Arcane's Jayce & Viktor: A Tech Industry Perspective
I've been wrestling with whether to make a short and sweet post about these points or to just have another long-winded meta and clearly since I'm incapable of being brief, I guess we'll just dive in.
I work in tech. What I see in this industry colors a lot of how I see Jayce and Viktor in Arcane. I'll try to be brief about a few of the things that stand out to me the most and that I think are intentional.
1 ) Jayce and Viktor are references to Alfred Nobel - This is a historical reference so direct I genuinely don't know how people grasp Jayce and Viktor's characters if you don't know about it.
Alfred Nobel is known for two things: inventing dynamite and bequeathing his subsequent fortune to founding the Nobel Peace Prize. These things are very much related.
Nobel was brilliant but socially naive. When he invented dynamite, he intended it to make life easier and safer for working in mines. Sound familiar? That is literally what the Atlas Gauntlets and Hex Claw Jayce and Viktor invented with Hextech was posed to be. It is a direct reference to Alfred Nobel and dynamite, there is no question about it in my mind whatsoever that they pose the benefit to society as specifically being useful to miners.
Nobel also believed that the awesome destructive power of dynamite would mean the end of warfare. Literally. He thought it was so disgusting and unthinkable that people would use explosives on each other that it would grind violence to a halt. He was very, very wrong about this. So wrong, in fact, that he spent the rest of his life in horror and remorse at how explosives were being used to kill people and created the Nobel Peace Prize to promote innovations aimed at peace, a prize which annually recognizes those who "conferred the greatest benefit to humankind".
Likewise with Jayce and Viktor, they are both horrified to imagine Hextech used for warfare and we think they're incredibly socially naive for thinking this, because they are. Maybe in another universe, there'd be the Talis Peace Prize to try to make up for what they unleashed on the world. Which brings me to my next point:
2 ) Jayce and Viktor have typical engineer blindspots to society's ills - As I've discussed in-depth in another meta, Jayce and Viktor both desperately needed some non-STEM or scientific classes in their life because their worldview is so naive and stunted as a result that it's the source of a dizzying number of their problems. Neither of them could even consider that Hextech, like dynamite, would be weaponized immediately. But they have other huge gaps too as a result of their narrow focus on science, and I do believe this is intentional by the writers as a commentary on engineers and tech people in general.
Short version, Jayce desperately needs some understanding of history and of rhetoric. When Ambessa asks him if his school teaches military history, he doesn't even know if they offer it. She was testing him with that question and as a canny manipulator and general, she clearly takes that to mean she can run circles around him, and she is right. Because with incredibly simplistic plays to his male ego, like calling his leadership "impotent", Ambessa immediately gets Jayce riled up and not thinking clearly. She blindfolds him, spins him around, and shoves him headlong into taking violent military action in exactly the direction she wanted him to go in to kick the nest and set off a war.
Jayce is also easily manipulated by Mel for more benevolent but still self-serving reasons with appeals to his life's work with flattery, his male ego with sex, and his dreams for a better world to make him fall quickly into step with the city's corruption with only a little nudging because he has no strong civic understanding of his own to fall back on. As Cait notes, he's never taken an interest in the Council or politics before until he becomes a Councilor himself.
Short version for Viktor, he wants to make the world a better place but he's never actually had to think through human nature before. He's literally never bothered. We know this because of his blindspot towards Hextech weaponry where he truly believed they could avoid it being used for warfare, and the fact that later in his cult, he's somehow shocked to learn that people will do bad things for the ones they love and won't just slice pieces of their own nature and personality off to fit into his little Utopian commune.
Literally cracking any kind of history or sociology book or heck, a Pratchett Discworld book, would have told him that there's a straight fucking line between deciding people are the problem when it comes to fixing society's ills and eugenics. He falls headlong into that trap and it requires his older, wiser self to beat him over the head with the truth of the horrors of his own simplistic worldview would lead to before he literally annihilates all life in his home city in his attempt to save it.
Which brings me to my next point:
3 ) Jayce and Viktor as oblivious tech nerds who have never cracked a book open but suddenly thinking that because they're great engineers, they have the solution to all of life's problems.
This is a somewhat shorter point, but I think in modern society we all know about the proverbial tech bro who keeps reinventing things like public transportation and taxes because they've never read a book in their life that doesn't have equations in it.
To be clear, they aren't bad people! I'd even hazard to say that young tech bros trying to make public good-based startups with a laughable lack of social awareness aren't bad people either! If anything, the education system has failed them, and they're pouring their intellect and earnest, human desire to help others into endeavors with the narrowest possible world perspective, which happens to be their field of expertise and thus it makes sense they'd see that as the greatest value that can offer, it's just too limited a view so they end up reinventing things that already exist or making worse, more dangerous versions of things that already exist. Tragically, their naive but well-meaning worldview often leads to:
4 ) Viktor and Jayce, but mostly Jayce, as tech bros being beholden to billionaire interests to make their dream come true:
Like Jayce, we see how these tech bros have their vision co-opted by people with a broader vision and understanding of the world, by billionaire investors who turn their inventions into making a quick buck for themselves, to warmongers and dictators who turn the creations of their mind into surveillance state horror stories. Some of that is a lack of wisdom on their parts when it comes to building in safeguards, sure, but part of that is there is a class divide too between the powerful and bright-eyed young inventors who just want to improve the world. As Singed notes, no one in power is ever innocent. And those in power have the capital to make a young inventor's dream come true and thus, tie them to their demands and interests. As Jayce said, they built the Hexgates, "Like [the Councilors] asked." Specifically this indicates that their vision has already been co-opted to serve financial interests. It also, again, makes it almost laughable how naive they are that they didn't realize warfare was next after trade.
Like many tech bros with billionaire investors, Jayce relied on the Kirammans, who were one of the wealthiest people in the city and literally on the Council that represents the State, and on Mel who is also part of the State, who is the wealthiest woman in Piltover, and who comes from a family of world-conquering warmongers, to make his dream come true from the very start.
From the beginning, Jayce was at a losing disadvantage when it came to keeping his dream ideologically pure and free of the influence of the wealthy and powerful.
And finally, just to point out that I'm not making this up, that these parallels are in fact intentional and built into the story:
4 ) Jayce and Viktor as parallels to Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak, founders of Apple. Christian Linke, co-creator of Arcane, specifically noted them as inspirations for Jayce and Viktor's relationship, with Jayce (Jobs) as the face of the company and Viktor (Woz) as the real brains behind the invention.
This caused a lot of sturm and drang on Twitter with people misinterpreting that he means Jayce isn't the actual inventor of Hextech, which I think is an overreaction. Jobs, unlike many tech bros who have earned society's ire lately like Musk, was actually an engineer too. It's completely common in tech spaces for partnerships to be made up of one partner who is able to handle being the public face of the company, and one introverted and socially awkward genius who prefers to sit in a dark room and actually tinker with the problem and who would literally rather set themselves on fire than talk to a non-technical human being. I know because I've been in such partnerships before myself as the public face.
Where Jayce and Viktor rather charmingly buck the stereotypes of that relationship and so in turn actually make it more like what I've seen in the real world, is the fact there isn't resentment between the two as a result. Viktor is glad that Jayce is willing to be the public face and doesn't want to get in the way. This is actually very common with the engineers I know! It's not seen as glory stealing, it's seen as sparing them awful, painful work they don't want to do, like networking.
Yes it means Jayce needs to sacrifice some time in the lab, but it's a simple division of labor that he's happy to do, especially if it frees Viktor from the responsibility so he can focus on what he loves, because Jayce loves him. And you'll note that Jayce is very above-board academically speaking on this front, he always cites Viktor as his partner and is scrupulous in giving Viktor credit, in conversation at least, even if he doesn't forcibly drag Viktor on stage to take credit there.
Anyway, when I write meta or even fic for these two, this sort of background is always on my mind, and I thought it might be valuable for others who maybe aren't as familiar with the tech space as I am.
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Ruffled Hair and Genuine Smiles
Riddle x !Mother Figure! Reader (platonic)
It was after Riddle's overblot, when you crouched next to him on the ground as he cried and gently wiped his tears before offering the warmest hug he's ever gotten in his life, that he first felt that warm feeling in his chest.
You went on to offer to help him make the tart Ace demanded as an apology; pointing out that Ace had plenty of help making his and therefore Riddle deserved at least one person to help him.
When it came to baking the tart, Riddle had that unfamiliar, warm feeling in his chest the whole time you two were working.
You giggled when he got flour on his cheek, and when he pouted, you smudged some on your own as well so the two of you would match.
Riddle was stunned by your action, but he found himself letting out the most genuine laugh he's laughed in ages.
When Riddle mentioned the oyster sauce you gave him a strange look before shrugging and telling him to go ahead and add it. (It would he Trey, the one who told him this little 'trick', that would be tasting the consequences)
You could see Riddle trying his hardest to be better after his overblot, so you made sure to let him know you saw his efforts. Sometimes you did this with words, and other times you did it by fondly ruffling his hair.
It doesn't matter if you're all that much older than Riddle or not, at this point he was starting to unconsciously see you as a mother figure.
On the rare occasion that he didn't already have his tie tied perfectly and positioned just right, you would come up and do it for him. (there's that warm feeling again)
On test days you'd meet up with him after school to see how he did. When he did well you hugged him happily. When he did poorer than he hoped, you still hugged him: reassuring him that this wouldn't be the end of the world. "We all fall short of our goals sometimes. It's a part of life and it's how we learn. Look at your test. The ones you got wrong are marked. You can take this information and use it to do better next time. You know what you struggle with, so work on it. There will be plenty more tests for you to ace in the future, but you won't be able to do so if you allow yourself to be put down by this one. I believe in you, Riddle; and I'm proud of you whether you get 100% or not."
Riddle was stunned by your words and ended up crying in your welcoming arms for a second time.
Anytime he would slip up and get angry, you'd gently calm him down and help him find a better solution than yelling.
Anytime the Equestrian Club would have a competition of some sort, you'd be in the front row of the crowd: camera in hand. Somehow, he could always hear your cheers over the rest of the crowd.
Riddle somehow got a button torn off his uniform jacket once, and you offered to fix it for him. The next day, you showed up to Heartslabyul bright and early in the morning (with the slightest dark circles under your eyes from staying up all night making sure your stitches were perfect) Jacket in hand.
He didn't realize until later in the day when he reached his hand in his pocket that you had left a little note. "Have a good day, Riddle! Good luck on your test! :)"
Anytime Riddle would have to call his mom, and inevitably be left upset afterwards, you'd always be there for him with your arms open.
"Oh" he thought, finally piecing his feelings together. That warm feeling in his chest every time you did something for him that showed him you cared. . .that's what it's supposed to feel like to be loved by a mother. Not cold and harsh. Soft and warm.
Nobody dares utter a word when they see the usually uptight Riddle not so discreetly looking for you after class on test days: 100% score in hand. Nor do they utter a word when they see how excited he looks when he finally finds you and shows you the test. And they certainly don't say anything when you get away with ruffling his hair and giving him a soft hug.
"I'm proud of you, Riddle." This is a sentence his real mother has never once uttered to him, at least not genuinely. It's come to the point that any time he hears those words he can't help but feel inadequate. That's what his mother always made him feel when she said those words in that ingenuine tone of hers.
But when you said it?
When you said it in that oh-so-gentle tone with that oh-so-genuine smile. . .
Riddle felt love
He finally felt like someone was truly proud of him, and he was proud of himself too.
He accidentally calls you mom once, but instead of looking at him disgustedly or yelling at him as he expected; your laugh flows airily through the air like a wind chime. It's not in a condescending way, but rather one that conveys a sense of fondness. You simply ruffle his hair and smile.
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WRONG PERSON | (l.norris)
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summary: you send a sexy video to some tinder guy, until you realize you tapped Landoâs contact instead, you both help the other to finish what you started
wordcount: 2.4k words
pairing: landonorris x fem!reader
warnings: smut!, talking about toys, details about masturbation, phone sex, dirtytalk
notes: inspired by this!!! Tell me what you think, Iâm still scared to write smut, hope you all like thisđ«Ł
You were working for Quadrant, it wasnât like you were some important boss or something, you mostly dealt with customers and sometimes got to plan a video, but Lando still took the time and got to know you. When the whole team went out for dinner, Lando talked to everyone for at least twenty minutes, he wanted to know who was working for him and his brand.
There was no denying you found him handsome, everybody thought he was pretty, but you needed to hide your excitement in your panties whenever he was near you. Not only did he make eye contact every time you two talked, but he also smelled delicious, you wanted to rip his clothes off, the whole time he was near you.
But back to where you were now, laying in bed naked, at almost one am, with your phone in your hand. You were single and desperate, texting with guys from Tinder, who were not worth more than a quick fuck, but you were young and had your needs.
With your phone in one hand, and your left boob in the other, you recorded a small video, where you were squeezing your boob and moaned slightly. Youâve been snapchatting with a guy you met on Tinder, both of you were horny and needed a release, so why not help each other? You quickly wrote a text to the video, to make it more seducing, â You make me so wetâŠâ and taped on the slot on Snapchat where he was for the last few snaps, before you could double check that you selected him, you hit sent and threw the phone next to you.
While you waited for his answer, your hand slowly made its way to your pussy, circling your wet clit. With a moan, you teased yourself and kept stopping the sensation in your most private area. When you heard the Snapchat notification tone, you took your phone in your hand and only saw that Lando send you a snap, it wasnât unusual that he would snap you, you two were streaking after all, but at that time was a little odd, because you were kinda bored and waiting for your guy to reply, you withdraw your fingers from your wet cunt and opened Landoâs snap.
With a gasp, you threw away your phone, the first photo was a normal snap, a picture of his bedroom with some series on Netflix playing, but when you tapped on the screen to exit the snap, a new picture popped up. You could see his hand holding his boxershorts clothed dick, he was hard and big, long and thick. He also wrote a little text, you had to read it twice, making sure your mind wasnât playing tricks on you, âwas this meant for me, babygirl?â
You didnât know what to do, so you did nothing for a few seconds, you didnât feel horny anymore, suddenly aware of the cold air hitting your still-hot pussy. Should you reply and apologize, saying how you accidentally sent your boss a nude, and look him in the eye at the next dinner? Impossible.
You thought about leaving the country and starting all over again, where no one knew Lando, but that wasnât a solution either, you had to face him and say that it wasnât meant for him. But how can you get rid of the image in your head of his dick, the only thing that was roaming through your brain right now was how lucky his future wife would be. With a dick like that, she sure would be happy for the rest of her life.
You excited the snap and took a deep breath, what were you going to say, sorry I send you a nude, but your dick looks nice? No. It took you at least two minutes to think about it and when you took a picture of half your face and started writing a paragraph of apologies, your phone showed you an incoming call.
Lando Norris.
Shit. Your whole body tensed, you couldnât answer, you just had to pack your things and go, leave London and Lando behind, but something in you didnât want that, and after what seemed like hours, you did answer the call.
âHey Lando, look uhm, Iâm sorry I sent you that video, it wasnât meant for you, obviously. BâŠBut thank you for responding, I mean that picture was nice, but I donât think that this uhm professionalism between us should be broken. If.. if you want me to leave Quadrant, Iâll do that.. uhm Iâm sorry for sending you that, and I-â
âY/N, will you stop rambling?â, his voice sounded like he was out of breath, you started shaking when you heard him speak.
âIâm sorry, for rambling and sending you the video.â
He chuckled, âDonât be, maybe you couldâve seen by my response, that I wasnât mad about it. Sure having your employee suddenly sending you a video where she squeezes her boob and moans, isnât something Iâd expect, but you have beautiful boobs.â
You didnât know what to say, so the only thing that came out of your mouth was a: âThank you?â, you could hear your heartbeat in your chest, the silence on the other line panicked you.
âBut, maybe this is unprofessional of me now, but you left me in a kind of hard situation, Y/N. I bet youâre still wet if your fingers would slide between your legs, arenât you?â
Your breath hitched, was this for real? Was Lando Norris, your boss, dirty talking to you?
âI..I donât know, it was a pretty big shock to see you replying, Iâm not as horny as I was ten minutes ago.â
âThen I want you to glide your hand over your boobs and stomach, down to your pussy, I bet itâs pretty, and then tell me how wet you are.â
With a small sigh, you did what he told you, gliding over your boobs and stomach to your pussy, you touched your entrance slightly and felt yourself pulsating, you may not be as horny anymore, but your wetness said otherwise, maybe a part of you already found it hot that Lando actually replied to you.
âFuck, Iâm so wet Lando.â
You heard a moan from the other line and some sheet rustling, âBaby, I want you to touch yourself like you would do without me. Finger yourself, rub your clit, do whatever satisfies you. Iâm hard as a rock baby, I need to touch myself too, I wish you were here to do it for me.â
You did as Lando told you, rubbing your clit in circles and feeling yourself come closer to the edge, this whole situation was so hot, it turned you on so badly.
âPlease touch yourself, Lando, I wish I was there to help you.â
âI could eat you out until youâre crying and begging me to stop because you would be overstimulated.â
Another moan escaped your mouth and slowly you let your fingers slip into you, which was no problem due to your wetness, but it wasnât enough, you needed more, thankfully Lando seemed to know what you were thinking when he heard your unsatisfied moans.
âDo you need more baby? Are your fingers not enough, you need my dick to stretch you out?â
You let out whiny and breathy âyesâ, this situation was so bizarre but hot at the same time.
âDo you have any toys, Y/N? I want you to use a toy on yourself.â
âI..I do.â
âShow me.â
âCan we switch to FaceTime? Itâs easier, and I want to see you.â
Lando hummed and muttered a quick goodbye before the screen with the call disappeared, the only thing you could see on your phone now was the picture you took a few minutes ago, and before you could do anything else, the FaceTime call from Lando came in. You answered without thinking about it and you were greeted with a big and girthy dick, and your mouth watered a little. You held the phone up, so he could see your face and your boobs, which he commented with a quiet âfuckâ.
âShow me your toys, baby.â
You quickly got up and propped the phone against your lamp that stood on the nightstand, while you looked under your bed to fish out the box with your toys. It wasnât like you were some pornstar and had thousands of toys, but over the years you had collected a fair amount of little helpers.
By now Lando had switched back to his face, so you could see his little beard and his eyes, he kept biting his lower lip, while watching you.
You opened your box and grabbed the first toy you saw, a standard dildo, it was skin-colored and a bit longer and thicker than the normal ones. You showed it to Lando and he groaned, tilting his head back, âIs that your favorite?â, he asked.
You shook your head and pulled out a pink satisfyer, it was a mixture of a vibrator and dildo, but it also had a clit sucking element. That one was your favorite, you had spent hours with this beauty, and it never left you hanging. âThis is my favorite, you donât know how good this feels.â
âTell me about it.â
âItâs so fucking good, Lando. This clit sucking thing? It feels like heaven, it gets me there within a few minutes, the fastest Iâve ever had an orgasm.â
âI bet I could get you there faster.â
That statement left you with a smirk, only the thought of Lando going down on you, made your head spin, you needed that.
âI can see that youâre imagining it right now, I bet you taste amazing, I would finger you, while lapping at your clit, you would be so full.â
You shut your eyes, and whined, your pussy clenching around nothing.
âWhat else do you have in there?â
âI have a wandâ, you lifted the typical wand and dropped it on the bed, âI also have a rabbit vibrator, and thisâ, you lifted another pink vibrator, but this one was smaller.
âYou know what this is for, Lando?â
âIâve seen it in pornâ, he smirked, âhave you ever let someone control it while being somewhere public?â
You nodded, it was a vibrator that you would insert into your pussy and it could be controlled with an app, youâve only used it once with someone.
âI was on a date with someone from Tinder, and weâd been sexting for days and I gave him the app and he controlled it over dinner, it was an experience and I loved it.â
âI want to control it in our next meeting, seeing you tremble over some video ideas is going to be fucking hot.â
Another wave of pleasure rushed through your body, you couldnât believe you were talking that way with your boss, unbelievable.
âI want you to use that rabbit on you.â
You chuckled, and held the rabbit vibrator into the camera, âThis one?â
Lando nodded eagerly, with a smirk you opened your mouth, dared your tongue out, and licked a long stripe over the part that goes inside of you. After a few licks, you put it fully in your mouth and started sucking it.
You could see how Lando started touching himself again, his eyes closed every now and then and he let out small whimpers. This was your sign that you needed to touch yourself too, so you laid on the bed and flipped the camera to your lower part, where the vibrator was circling your clit. Lando also flipped the camera and you saw his dick that was already leaking pre cum, he moved his thumb over his tip every now and then while moving his cock through his fist, collecting the white fluid. Due to your wetness, the vibrator slipped inside of you with ease, you turned it on and gasped when you felt the vibrations.
âDo you like that? Having your pussy stuffed.â
âYes, Lando, yes. I need you here next to me.â
âI need you too, wrapped around my cock, you would be screaming and keeping up the neighbors all night.â
With a loud moan, you could feel yourself getting closer to a release, the tip edging your clit made you almost scream and the way you moved the vibrator in and out of you, made you see stars. Lando also was about to cum, he saw that your pussy got wetter and wetter, your fluids squeezing out of your cunt every time the vibrator left it.
âIâm about to cum, Y/N. Show me your face, are you cumming soon?â
You moaned loudly again and flipped the camera, just like Lando did, âYes, Lando, I wish it was you filling me so well.â
With a loud moan and a lot of curses, Lando spilled his cum all over his hand and stomach, he quickly flipped the camera again, now showing you the mess he created, âThatâs all for you, baby, I wish it was inside of you instead on the stomach. Cum for me Y/N, let go.â
While he said those words to you, you felt yourself falling over the edge, with moans and grunts. Lando was sure he never heard something so sexy, those sounds alone made him horny again, he needed to feel you close.
When both of you came down from your highs, you two let out a laugh, realizing what you just did, you had phone sex with your boss, but it felt right and good, and the way his cum sat on his stomach, made you horny again, you needed him.
âYou feeling better now?â
âLando, youâve no idea, so much better than the weird Tinder guy the video actually was for.â
âI bet, but I still need you, Y/N.â
âAre you in London?â
He hummed.
âWell, my bed is cold without you in it, if you want, my pussy is ready for you, Lando.â
âSend me your address, Iâll be over in ten minutes, you better not start without me, or youâll get punished.â
Part two
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Godling-DCxDP prompt
Many don't understand what it's like to gaze into the abyss. To truly know the haunting moment it gazes back. Even fewer can see still stand to throw themselves into that abyss.
Tim never understood why cultists worship monstrosities, being that promised the end of everything for nothing in return. He had seen the remnants of human sacrifices, rituals gone wrong, and man-made horrors beyond human comprehension. Part of him regretted agreeing to partner with Constantine to solve these cases. But another wanted to know more.
After searching through another half-destroyed tome he found something. A location to a summoning circle, an ancient one that these cultists were searching for. The one they needed to finally successfully summon their god.
But they got there too late. The cult had finished their ritual and the "god" they had summoned stood before them.
That god was...perfect. Disgustingly perfect, dreadfully beautiful, and horrifyingly enchanting. His mind etched every detail in his memory. It felt like his mind had conjured this person from his dreams, day and night. It was like looking at an illusion. But his eyes were a hellishly bright Lazarus green.
The cultist bowed to him and his smile, his perfect unnaturally white smile was full of soft warmth. Tim understood at that moment why they worshipped him. Their minds couldn't escape this web of divine energy. They were so enraptured by finally seeing prove of the divine.
"You all have done enough. Your souls will come with me. To the abyss." He said calmly as he waved his hand and each cultist dissappeared.
He sighed softly as he turned his gave to Tim and John.
"You offed 'em? I thought they were your followers." Constantine said gruffly.
"I have no followers. These souls have caused so much damage to this world. They can't be allowed to stay here."
"So you decided to rapture them?" Constantine raised an eyebrow.
"It's complicated. Yes, they did horrible things but if they hadn't discovered the tomes of the old king they wouldn't have ended up this way. Have pity on them. They are just mortals scared and confused searching for meaning. Like I was. I have sent them to the abyss. Their souls with dissipate into the void. There will be no pain. No eternal punishment. Just an end. They will be at peace, I promise. It is what they want." The god's voice echoed, his features rippled as he moved showing afterimages of alternate forms he used.
It was odd. Every fiber of Tim's being screamed for him to bow, to worship, and to give himself to this being. Yet, his feet remained stubbornly planted on the ancient dusty floor.
"Don't look directly at it," Constantine whispered hissed.
Right. You probably shouldn't stare at the otherworldy being that likely has mind warping abilities. Especially one that just said he erased his own followers from existence and saying it was a good thing.
"I'm really sorry. I should make it up to you. Clockwork will be pissed enough that I interfereed so I have to do something to at least make up for this mess."
"You can kick off by doing one and buggering off" Constantine said immediately.
"So cold. How about you? What do you want?"
"I think an explanation would help," Tim said only to get elbowed by Constantine.
"You ain't gotta know nothing, mate. The more we know, the dodgier it gets." Constantine said firmly. "Whatever you are, you need to bugger off. Youâll wreck the noggins of everyone around you."
"I don't mean to. I don't ask people to become obsessed with me or worship me. Mortals have such weak minds they cave at my presence. But I can't help it. I lost my human body recently and can't turn this off."
The being groaned but to human ears it was similar to a purr.
"Seriously, everything I do is filtered through some sensory thing that makes you little mortals think its the greatest thing ever no matter how simple. Touching you would probably melt your brain with how good it would feel. So the trench coat man is probably right."
"You said you lost your human body. How?" Tim asked still staring at the floor as he felt the godling came closer.
"A bad fight. My mortal form wasn't indestructible but saving my family made it more than worth it. But...I haven't seen them since. Im still getting used to this while thing. I just wanted to reach out and find some answers so i reached into this universe and well...you can probably tell what happened next. I just wanted to make it right and fix it. The other ancients said this was the best option and..."
Every moment he spoke the less godly he seemed.
Constantine still wasn't willing to help and had to drag Tim away. When Tim actually tried to look up the fodling was gone.
"Never do that again." The brit said sternly. "Now help me clean this mess up."
#dc x dp#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc prompt#danny fenton#danny phantom#tim drake#red robin#john constantine#dc constantine#dead tired#brain dead#deadtired
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wow a post vaccine baby is no joke! Haha I'm in danger dot gif.....
#mama blogging#i am soooo so staunchly pro vaccine. give my kid all of em. give me all of em. lets gooo#but boy. motherhood has honestly given me more compassion for anti vaxxers.#the individuals i mean. not the ones who profit over misinformation but like families without platforms#this is distressing!!!#i can see how if you were in or found the wrong circles you would quickly get some terrible ideas#i'm pretty emotionally vulnerable right now and i actually feel a pull to Blame Something For Baby Cry!#i am able to remind myself that the benefits outweigh the distress#but im not gonna lie watching your baby scream while he gets shots#and then be miserable all afternoon#sucks!!!!!#idk i think we probably dont do enough to support young families on a structural level and that contributed to antivax mess!!!#anyway. yay vaccines. please pray for me as my child mounts a hell of an immune response.
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MSBY black jackals walking in on you touching yourself â§.*
â.àłàż*:
mutli x reader, bokuto x reader, sakusa x reader, astumu x reader, hinata x reader
LABELS: smut, master baiting, mutual masterbaition, fingering, eating out, sex toys.
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for this fic, you and msby character r roommates, having a flirty relationship with your doormie. you think you have the house all to yourselfâŠ. you wrong.
BOKUTO KOUTAROU
âÂ·Ë àŒ *
you had just settled into bed. you had just also put on some pornographic sounds into your earbuds before making yourself comfortable.
you hadnât had the apartment you shared with bokuto alone for a while. your drop dead handsome roommate was always here.
so when you found out his practice time got changed today you finally let yourself relax.
audio of girls and guys moaning played into your earbuds as you started to play with yourself. tapping at your clit for the wettness to pool in your panties. you were sprawled out on your bed. wearing nothing but your panties and a shirt you had stole from your beloved roommate.
rubbing circles into yourself you began to take off your underwear. pushing them down yourself. you felt the cold air of your room flood against your naked core.
edging your fingers to your entrance, you played with yourself a little. not ever fully putting them inâŠ..
the door of your bed room had slammed open. you were mortified. every inch of you was on fire with pure embarrassment.
bokuto took in all of you. âhey- uhhh.â he stopped himself after seeing what you had been doing.
âOH MY GOSH GET OUT! GO! LEAVEEEE!â you yelled at him grabbing at whatever blanket you had near you to get come cover.
âheyâŠâ he hesitated.
âthatâs my shirt.â he stated matter of factly.
you were aware you were wearing it. for the sole purpose of thinking it was scandalous to wear your hot roommates shirt while you played with yourself.
well it was all to real now.
and he was walking to your bed.
âbokuto. i told you to get out.â you told him. firm. you almost wanted to cry.
he didnât say anything for a second. then you could see his brain craft somthing up.
âhow aboutâŠ. if i make you cum⊠youâll give me my t shirt back?â he said as if it was casual.
âwhat.â you replied.
âhonestly itâs kinda a win-win for me because i would make you cum and get my tshirt back.â he said with a grin now sitting on the bed with you.
âi meanâŠ. if you want too.â you hesitated. you would be lying if you said you didnât dream of this.
before you knew it he had you laying ass up on his lap. there was a fire in him you only say when he played volleyball.
âfuck- your so wet.â he said. you only moaned in response.
âdid you think about me⊠while you were fingering youself? i mean you are wearing my shirt.â he said plunging his fingers into your cunt.
âfuck-! yes!â you admitted amongst a scream.
âmmmh tell me more baby..â he spoke.
âyou are so- mmph⊠hot kou!! i got all bothered thinking about you! iâm so sorrrryyyâ you said amongst whimpers .
he let out a groan in response.
his fingers quickened with each second.
âkou!!⊠ple- please slow down!â you screamed out. grabbing at whatever you could.
ânuh-uh.â he said curling his fingers against your gummy walls.
fuck.
before you knew it you spasmed in his lap. moaning mess. everything was happening too quickly.
you gushed around his fingers. eventually riding out your high.
âsooo can i get my shirt back now baby?â
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SAKUSA KIYOOMI
âÂ·Ë àŒ *
your roommate was all cooped up in his room. the introverted man had actually grew quite fond of you. but he still liked his alone time.
and you loved your alone time. he had been in his room allllllll dayyyyyy. only coming out to leave for practice then immediately coming home after it was done.
the twitter links on your phone had just been too good.
so there you were, on your shared couch, fingering yourself under your blanket. it was so sinful. and part of you wanted your roommate to walk out and catch you.
well that was untill he literally walked out.
ây/n? are you okay? you arenât sick right?â he said in response to your discomforting face.
you didnât move. you were to shocked. you didnât actually think he would come out. ugh what the hell were you thinking.
âwait.â he said. studying your figure.
âare you getting off right now?â he said bluntly. he looked disgusted. but his growing bulge in his pants said somthing different.
âummmâŠâ you replied. you didnât know what to say. it was so embarrassing.
âno. iâm not.â you said. might as well save the dignity you have left. maybe he will just walk away.
âso you wouldnât mind if i came over and sat next to you..? maybe even watched whatâs on your phone?â he said snarkly.
âno i wouldnât.â you argued. what were you thinking!!!
he came over and sat right next to you. you turned and reached for your phone. there is no hiding whatâs on there tho⊠you might as well come clean.
âugh fine i was and you caught me and this is so embarrassing.â you rambled.
âi still want to see what you were watching.â he said. you looked at him in shock.
you just nodded before showing him what exactly they were doing. it was mutual masterbaiting. and well, it was exactly was sakusa wanted to do with you.
âlets do that.â he said bluntly.
âyes. ok. yes.â you reassured yourself. slowly you pulled the blanket off yourself to reveal your naked center.
âyour turn.â you said to him shyly.
without another word he pulled his pants down slightly and freed his cock from his boxers.
it was perfect. you caught yourself staring too long. sakusa took your phone out of your hand and started playing the video.
the two people were positioned right next to eachother, sakusa shuffled himself into a close enough position next to you.
the moans in the background were suddenly drowned out by the sound of him pumping his cock.
you stared with open eyes.
âyou like that?â you heard him say boldly, your eyes shot open looking at his.
âcmon your turn, donât leave me lonely over here..â he said never stopping his actions.
and so you did, you played with your pussy infront of your roommate, legs spread for him to see.
he groaned at the noises you made. letting his head fall back.
he pumped his cock harder and faster, you watched with an open mouth.
ây/nâŠâ he moaned in a low tone. never haunting.
before you knew it his cock spurted cum onto his body. oozing over his hand, some getting on his t shirt. and some⊠got on you.
you gasped at the tiny amount that landed on your thigh.
about to wipe it off, he beat you to it.
âsorry..â he flushed.
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MIYA ATSUMU
âÂ·Ë àŒ *
holy shit. you thought forsure he wouldnât be back for another hour. maybe he didnât notice⊠oh god this is so embarrassing.
you had been touching yourself on a chair next to your shared, dinner table.
you hid your body under the wood. suddenly very self aware. your panties were down to your legs. dangling off your ankle.
it wasnât unusual for you to walk around in only your panties, but to not have them on at all. god.
âwhatcha doinâ?â he asked sitting down at the table across from your.
your skin grew hot. needing a release.
you shrugged hoping he would just get up and leave. but he didnât, he stayed.
âyou thought i wouldnât notice?â he spoke up, eyes turning dim.
you gasped. not saying anything.
he stood up and made his way over to you. turning your chair to him, he leaned down and took your underwear off your foot.
âlook at thatâŠâ he said, taking in your expression. you were now only in a shirt, nothing else.
âmay i?â he asked, waiting on your answer.
you didnât have to ask him what he was going to do. whatever it was, it was going to be good.
you shook your head yes.
he dropped his figure inbetween your legs, pushing them open for him to see. his face was planted right inbetween your heat. blowing air at your core.
you awaited his next move.
âso prettyâŠâ he said before taking in your soft gummy pussy into his mouth. slobbering over your core.
wet sounds filled your shared apartment. you moaned, feeling his tongue prod at your entrance.
you couldnât believe his boldness. eating you out in living room.
he licked over you, bring his tongue flat. shaking his head all directions. never once his he look away from you.
all of a sudden the heat in you felt like it was going to boil over.
âatsu-â you started before he cut you off.
âcum.â he depended, still mouth against you.
and so you did. hands on his head you dragged his face on your pussy. shaking in your chair.
it was embarrassing. but atsumu thought it was the hottest thing heâs ever seen.
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SHOYOU HINATA
âÂ·Ë àŒ *
âcan i help you?â
you had your head phones on your head, you were in your room and had a vibrator pressed against you.
it wasnât until you felt the weight of your bed shift. your eyes shot open. finding your breath taking hot roomate staring dead at you.
you took your headphones off, about to yell but he beat you to it.
âlet me help⊠pleaseâ he begged. his hands moving their way to your naked body.
you wanted him to help. growing shy you answered him âplease..â
in that moment he changed into a completely different person. one you had never really seen before.
âthank god. your so pretty..â he said to himself taking your vibrator out of your hand.
he positioned himself behind you. back flush against his chest. he spread your legs for you. you were all out.
without another word he pushed the machine against your bud. your back arched farther into him.
âshoâŠâ you moaned out. grabbing on to his wrist. you could feel everything.
âmmm yeah baby?â he groaned watching your body fluctuate.
âit-sss to muchhhâ you moaned digging your claws into his skin.
âseems like you can take more.. you know it.â he said clicking the vibe a higher note.
you really couldnât take it anymore. without warning you came. body shaking.
you tried closing your legs but he wouldnât let you. moaning his name. you pleaded for him to stop.
seconds later he took the pressure off you.
âfuck.. that was hot.â
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Hi, if you have time and any interest, would you write bombshell!reader comforting Spencer after the Maeve arc? Like maybe sheâs the only one he lets in, and she just holds him and lets him cry and puts him first.
Will totally understand if youâd rather not/donât reply!
ty for requesting!! <3 âYou come home from months away to find Spencer in love and grieving, so you do what you can. fem, 2k
You didnât expect Spencer to fall in love while you were gone, but you canât begrudge him. Not for having feelings for someone who isnât you, and certainly not for losing her.Â
You love him, and youâre his friend first.Â
Your shoes make sharp but steady sounds on the stairs up to his apartment. His building is old but not rundown, lacquered wooden bannister smooth under your hand, his front door immaculate, though the hallway is busy with baskets. Thereâs ribbon and cellophane everywhere. Itâs a sorry sight.Â
You havenât brought Spencer anything besides dinner. Unlike yourself, you take in the offerings of his friends and worry you arenât as caring as you think you are.Â
Not that he seems in the mood to accept it.Â
You look down at your mary janeâs and wonder if youâre doing any of this stuff right. Spencer doesnât even know youâre back in the country, let alone the state. Perhaps he has no interest in seeing you after this long apart, and after such a tragedy. Who wants to see their too flirty friend when theyâve just lost a real love?Â
You hike the tote up your shoulder. In a chequered skirt and a simple white t-shirt, youâre underdressed. The pasta youâd made and hurriedly wrapped up burns your hip where the bag rests against you, and you have to make a choice now. Let it burn you, standing and staring morosely at Spencerâs door, or face rejection.Â
You only need to hear his voice. He can leave your pasta out here on the floor if he likes. Whatâs important is that heâs still alive in there.Â
You knock on the door.Â
Nothing. Complete silence.Â
Nudging aside a basket of dried fruits, you try again. A simple rat-tat-tat.Â
âHey, Spencer?â you ask too quietly.Â
He wonât hear you through the door. Your voice might as well be a whisper if heâs in his bedroom with the door closed.Â
âSpencer, are you okay, my love?â you ask, louder.
You wince at yourself. My love couldnât be more raw.Â
âSweetheart, Iâm just here to see if youâre okay,â you say, knocking again, before leaving your hand to rest on the door. You lean forward, forehead kissing dark wood.Â
You canât hear anything on the other side.Â
âSpencer,â you say with a reluctant swallow, âif youâre home, can you tell me? You donât have to let me in. Just come to the door.âÂ
Penelope said he hasnât texted her back for days. Derek said heâd answered the phone once or twice, but beyond that heâs silent. You had a nightmare on the plane home that youâd come back to find him as heâs found his poor girl, or that heâd turn to old vices, or that heâd finally give up. Heâs been strong through every horrible thing thrown his way, and now heâs all alone againâ
The door opens slowly. You stand up straighter, your surprise a whack to the chest as your heartbeat picks up.Â
Spencer stands at the door. He looks more tired than youâve ever seen him, his dark circles bruised like wine stains under his eyes, even his eyelids red and sore looking. His lips are almost colourless, they're so chapped, and his pyjama pants have deep, deep wrinkles at the knees.Â
âHi,â you say. âSpencer, how are you?âÂ
His voice rings with disuse. âYouâre here.âÂ
âCame straight home when they told me,â you say softly, honestly. âI knew I had to see you. To make sure youâre okay.âÂ
âIâm not okay.âÂ
âI know.â You donât know if itâs okay to ask to come in, if heâll close the door at the suggestion, so you donât. âSweetheart, Iâm so sorry.â You put weight in the wrong places, too much on Iâm, not enough on so. âI canât imagine it. I would never wish this for you, never.âÂ
âYou were in Brazil.âÂ
âI was.âÂ
He must be tired of people asking if heâs okay, yet it wants to be asked. You bite it down, and instead offer what may be the key to getting in, or a quick dismissal.Â
âI made dinner for you, angel,â you say. You choose the pet name more carefully. He used to call you angel to make you feel better. âItâs just pasta, I tried not to make it too heavy in case you're nauseous.âÂ
âI feel so sick,â he says.Â
Spencerâs curse is that he probably knows why he feels sick, and he probably knows a hundred different remedies or medications or prayers to get rid of it, but nothing can get rid of this feeling. You can be the smartest man alive and youâll never outfox grief.Â
âWill you come in?â he asks.
You breathe a short, unbidden sigh of relief. He steps aside to let you in, and you gaze around at his shock of mess, books and blankets and furniture all in the wrong places, but itâs to be expected, and it doesnât bother you beyond that empathetic hum of hurt tucked under your ribs. You approach his couch covered in books and put your tote bag atop them, turning to tell Spencer youâll just quickly move these aside, and stopping dead when you see him. The door closed, his face pale, Spencer looks like everything is crumbling down around him. He looks horrified to have to watch, and he looks as sick as heâd confessed.Â
âIâm sorry I wasnât here,â you say, meaning it at its surface value. Youâre sorry you were in a different country while he faced this alone. Beyond everything youâve shared, youâre supposed to be his friend, and in a way youâve let him down. âPlease forgive me if you can, Spencer.âÂ
He nods tightly.Â
âLet me move some of this stuff and we can sit down together, is that okay? Or do you need to go back to bed?âÂ
âItâs okay.âÂ
You do it without the grace his precious books deserve, lugging armfuls of them onto the floor, no time for tidying. You make spacious room for him and you, and your gesture gently for him to come and sit, fingers moving through the air slowly with the suggestion; he doesnât have to listen if he doesnât want to.Â
What is it about you that Spencer would let you in before anyone else? That heâd sit and watch you until you sat down, that his shoulders relax ever so slightly when you settle, your thighs aligned?Â
Maybe he needs someone who wasnât there to watch it happen, and maybe youâre like family. You and Spencer may not be in love, but you love one another. Seeing him like this has you wishing you could fix it for him so keenly itâs like your hands are bruised. Pins and needles eat your fingers as you hold a hand to his elbow.Â
âWhat can I do?â you ask, murmuring so as not to disturb the quiet room.Â
âNothing, Iâm sorry. I donât have anything for you to do, I justâŠâ He squeezes his eyes closed. âI just wanted to see you. Youâre the only person whoâ whoââ
His voice lifts to a strangled high pitch as he covers his eyes with one hand.Â
âCan I give you a hug?â you ask.Â
He nods into his hand but doesnât move. You have no qualms with making yourself big, wrapping him up, and guiding his hand away from his scrunched up face to hold you back.Â
Youâre pretty pristine with hugs, as they go. Youâre a soft touch. So Spencer holds you tightly and you cradle the back of his head, aware that youâre not who he really wants to be hugging, but okay with it nonetheless. âIâm so sorry,â you say, mouth to the top of his head, your hand stroking with light touches against the nape of his neck. âSpencer, itâs not fair.âÂ
He starts shaking in your arms.Â
âThe only time I got to talk to her face to face was with a gun to her head,â he says, his eye hot where itâs squished to the bottom of your cheek.Â
âHoney, you had something special,â you say, sort of guessing, because you had no idea Spencer was even talking to someone. Everything you know about the situation you learned from Hotch, but you can read from his level of distress how much she meant to him. âYou donât need to have been face to face to have shared something like that. Love is about connection, and Iâm so sorry you donât get to see her, but youâ Iâm sorry. You didnât get all the time you deserved.âÂ
Youâd been trying to say that it doesnât matter if he saw her or not, that their relationship was just as real no matter what, but you know heâs not just mourning her, but the possibility of a life with her he wonât get now.Â
âI tried everything I had to save her,â he says.Â
âI know you did. Sometimes we canât do anything. Itâs not your fault.âÂ
He makes a low sound. Heâs a quiet crier, sniffling and shaking against your neck.Â
You love him. Finding out he had a girlfriend was like being stabbed in the chest, an instant sickness, but finding out that she died? To see him in this much pain cuts deeper than a split second of thinking heâd moved on.Â
âYou did everything you could. You did the best that you could. Spencer, you couldâve done everything right and she still wouldnât have made it, because the world is cruel. This isnât your fault.âÂ
âItâs always gonna be my fault,â he says.Â
âNo, it wonât be.âÂ
âIt will! Iâm like a curse, we all are.âÂ
You donât know what to say. You consider offering placatives, but theyâd be empty, and Spencer would know. Instead, you scratch a hand through his curls and try your best to be gentle.Â
âWell, Iâm here for you. I know you know you have a whole team of people who want to be there for you, but I mean it, Spence. You can tell me everything. Iâm here for you and Iâm not leaving again.âÂ
âYou donât have to go back?âÂ
âIâm staying here.â For as long as you need me goes unsaid.Â
Spencer should rely on the kindness of all of his friends, and not just you. He needs love. Grief is going to eat him alive, just like it did with Emily; heâll need everything from everyone, and, no offence to your friends and coworkers, youâre the most committed to giving it to him.Â
âI never shouldâve left,â you say quietly, âbut things are different now. Youâre my best friend, Dr. Reid.â Your tone turns more playful. âI donât cook for just anybody, you know?âÂ
Maybe itâs a bit cringeworthy, but you really want him to stop crying.Â
He laughs weakly and wetly into your collar. âI donât think I can eat it. I just throw everything back up.âÂ
Aw, honey, you think. âHow about a thin soup? I can make you something without any heavy creams. I make the best chicken soup around.âÂ
âDo you?â he asks.Â
You want to kiss his cheek as you wouldâve before you left, but things really are different now. You settle for patting his shoulder. âI do. Weâll have chicken soup, and some fresh bread, andâ and you wonât have to pretend you arenât miserable. Promise. You can be as sad as you want, honey, I just wanna sit with you and make sure it doesnât get too much.âÂ
âThank you,â he mumbles.Â
âItâs okay.â You donât want a thank you. âIâm glad to be home. Do you think you can get dressed? Letâs go get some stuff for dinner.âÂ
Spencer, to your relief, gets up to get changed without complaint. He checks youâre still on the couch a few times from the doorway of his room. You have no plans on straying far.Â
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â jock!heeseung x reader, enemies to ?????, heeseung is rlly annoying, hate sex ;), hair pulling, dirty talk, unprotected sex, degradation, backshots lmao. i think thatâs it?
summary: attending a new school was supposed to be a fresh start for you, trying to be nice to everyone and have new friends, yet coming across lee heeseung threw all of that out the window.
(heeseung x fem.reader)
wc: 3.2k
your sweaty hands could not be gripping the steering wheel any harder. you wouldnât call yourself âsuper shyâ but when it comes to a whole new community of people, teenagers, hell yeah you are.
you had to move exactly at the middle of the year due to your momâs work. they offered her double the salary at the other side of the city, who was she to say no to that? although you were going to miss your friends and the overall environment of your old home, you couldnât just tell your mom ânoâ, either way her decisions are final.
you just got here two days ago, and to be honest, it wasnât that bad. the worst thing so far is the fact that the nearest shopping center was 30 minutes away but youâll live.
you didnât except your first day of school to be so nerve-wracking. surely youâll make some friends but who knows what people are like here. eventually, you saw the big navy blue sign with your schoolâs name on it. it was an averagely big school, bigger than your old one, which also meant more people.
the parking space alone was scary. it was huge yet already full even though it was still fairly early. you went around in circles around the parking lot, trying to find a vacant spot. fortunately you did at the second-to-last line.
as you tried to park, the limited space you had made it difficult to, having to back up and drive in constantly. as you reversed your car, you must have completely forgotten that you arenât the only one there, feeling a small crash at the bumper of your car.
your eyes widened in panic. you looked back to see what you hit, and with your luck, it revealed at very nice black car, to which youâve just hit. you tried to quickly get into your parking spot, hoping it was nothing serious, but then someone came walking up to you.
âshit, that must be the ownerâ you saw his red, rather handsome, fuming face.
you got out of your car to confront the first person interaction.
âhey look im so-â
âCANT YOU FUCKING DRIVE RIGHT? YOU HIT MY VERY EXPENSIVE CAR WITH YOUR THING, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?â
oh he was an asshole. you almost scoffed in his face. who does he think he is.
âit was accident thatâs all, it was barely a scratch calm down man.â
âIT WAS DEFINITELY A SCRATCH LOOK AT IT! JUST BECAUSE YOU KEEP YOUR CAR LOOKING ALL MISERABLE DOESNT MEAN I WILL, DO YOU EVEN HAVE A LICENSE?â
lord take me back. you were so close to just leaving him there arguing with himself. but you didnât want to make him even angrier.
âlook im sorry! i can pay for the fix up if thatâs what you want, i dont know what else to do?â
the boy scoffed and rolled his eyes at your statement.
âyou think i donât have the money for it? please, it shows youâre a newbie around here.â
âi didnât mean it like that-â
âyo heeseung!! come on bro!â another blonde boy called from afar, hopefully ending the argument yâall were having.
â watch your back new girl.â with one last glare, he left to join his group of friends.
you rolled your eyes. shiver my fucking timbers, you thought.
you took a deep breath before grabbing your backpack and making your way into school , hoping to never see his face ever again.
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you thought that was going to be the end of it all. but oh boy were you wrong. soon you found out that heeseung is the captain of the football team, and pretty much the most popular boy in school. as cliche as it sounds, every girl would drop their panties if he asked them to.
people know heâs not the nicest person ( an asshole) yet they still look up to him. thatâs angered you. how are all these people so dumb? just because heâs kinda good-looking? seriously?
over the course of a few weeks, youâve managed to make some friends, your closest taehyun and Isa. although you tried to block the negativity, heeseung made it really hard. always giving you snarky comments when he saw you around, ridiculing you in front of other people. somehow always finding a way to run into you despite not having any classes together. except gym.
â bro open your eyes, catch the damn ball!â he yelled from across from you.
you hated sports. even less could you play one, but you gotta do it for the grade.
âthe ball was too high up dummy!â you retorted, rolling your eyes for maybe the 100th time in the class period.
if you hated gym before, you definitely hated it more now.
as the period ended, you decided to take a quick shower in the locker rooms since you couldnât handle being all sweaty and gross throughout the day.
heeseung finished changing and was outside the locker room with his friends, chatting, waiting for the bell to ring. thatâs when he may have accidentally eavesdropped the conversation between your two friends, he could barely the names of.
âwhereâs _____?â taehyun asked isa, noticing how you werenât with her.
âsheâs taking a shower right now, she told us to not wait for her.â Isa shrugged before taehyun nodded.
a beautiful idea popped in heeseungâs brain. it was too good.
he excused himself and sneakily waited by the girlâs locker room, waiting for everyone to come out. once he only heard the shower you were using running, he quietly entered the room. the bell had rang about a minute ago, so the gym was empty, only you and him. the gym teacher god knows where.
he saw his target and rapidly grabbed the pile of clothes sitting on the bench, a smirk evident in his face.
suddenly the shower stopped running, making heeseung hurry and exit the locker room.
the shower felt too good, you think you spent more time that you anticipated to. as you exited the shower tiles, you looked around for your clothes, which you remember clearly leaving them in the bench closest to the shower. you looked around the whole locker room, hoping you were wrong and placed them elsewhere. unfortunately, you couldnât even find your damn socks.
your biggest fear has come true. youâre now naked, nothing but a towel covering you, this was more than just humiliating. you felt sad, mad, angry, embarrassed all at once. theyâve been stolen for sure, and you were more than sure on who did it.
grabbing your phone you called Isa, to see if she could help you somehow. and she indeed did. bringing you some spare clothes she had. thankfully, you always bring extra underwear since situations like these could happen. you just had to wait for isa for the clothes, yet the five minutes she took felt like five hours. unfortunately, passing period is over, meaning some students are coming in the locker room to change.
many of them just straight up stared at you. giving you weird looks as to why you were pretty much naked in the middle of the locker room, but none had the guts to ask you.
you wished the ground would just swallow you whole. lee heeseung wonât hear the end of it.
âLEE HEESEUNG!â you yelled across the field. he and his friends were siting down eating lunch outside when you spotted him after trying to find him after the stunt he just pulled.
heeseung knew it was coming, giggling with his friends as they heard you yell his name once again. â oh sheâs about to scold me now .â heeseung scoffed but still got up and went over to you.
âyes maâam?â he said with a smile, you wish you could slap off but youâre better than that.
âYOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING THAT WAS?â
âi have no idea what youâre talking about..â heeseung tried acting innocent but failed as he just burst out laughing. you groaned, how on earth is that funny?
âcute panties by the wayâ he continued to laugh, not sparing a glance at your mad expression on your face.
âyouâre such an ass, i hate your guts.â you said leaving him alone, laughing to himself.
âyo bro i think she actually got mad this time.â his friend, jake came over.
heeseung shrugged. âsheâs so sensitive, it wasnât even that bad.â
âi canât believe he did thatâŠâ taehyun said as you told them both what had happened. Isa knew a little bit but not who did it.
âthatâs fucked up, whatâs he got against you so much?â
you shrugged. âi guess because i gave his car a little scratch, but i guess he took it to heart since he hasnât stopped bothering me since. heâs a jerk.â
âfinally someone who thinks the same as me!â taehyun said making you chuckle.
âthen get back at him! you know the one thing that makes him who he is is that damn football.â Isa said.
you tried to be the bigger person this whole time, not paying much mind to his little remarks or pranks he pulls, biting back a little wouldnât hurt right?
âyou know what, youâre right.â
âlee heeseung, mrs. park wants to speak to you.â mr.jung said calling heeseung.
heeseung who was barely paying attention heard his name. his frowned at this. what on earth could she want to talk about with him? either way, he went to her classroom.
he entered the empty classroom to find his coach and mrs.park, waiting for him. what the fuck? heeseung was more confused now. maybe they were going to congratulate him for the good work this semester? his coachâs face said otherwise though.
âthere you are, you may be wondering why youâre here..â mrs.park started. heeseung nodded, feeling uneasy.
âa student came forward, showing how you copied word for word her whole assignment, the one i assigned a week ago. i didnât notice it at first but itâs very clear now, you may know how cheating is unacceptable in my class, iâve decided to fail you in this assignment, plus youâll be serving detention this whole week..â she turned to the coach.
heeseungâs heart started beating at a rapid pace, heâs never been caught cheating, and being failed on the assignment that was a big part of his grade, it means heâs most likely failing the class now. the rules for football stated that all players should be passing all of their classes if not, theyâll be droppedâŠ.
no no no, the lee heeseung canât be dropped. heâs the captain! the star player!
âsince youâre failing this class heeseung, i think you know whatâs about to happe-â
âplease coach! donât kick me out, iâm the captain! what would the team do without me? iâll get my grade up as soon as possible im-â
âcalm down calm down, iâm not going to kick you out, itâs the middle of the season, but unfortunately you wonât be playing the next three games. if your grade is not up by then, then i will drop you. understood?â his coach stated earning a sharp nod by heeseung.
heâs glad heâs still on the team but whatâs the point if he canât play? heâs going to become a joke. the captain thatâs a bench warmer. how stupid.
he left the classroom enraged. he knows exactly who did this.
âbro what? what do you mean you ainât gonna play ?â riki said in disbelief at what his captain just said.
âsome snitch told mrs.park that i cheated on the last assignment and coach suspended me for the next three games, and i got detention all week!â sunghoon unknowingly chuckled. heeseung looked at him with a glare.
âwhat? she got you good, what did you expect hee?â sunghoon kept laughing, making some of the others also laugh silently.
heeseung had nothing to say back, he just rolled his eyes. âtch, whatever.â
nevertheless, you were overjoyed seeing heeseung slouching on the bench. you couldnât miss this once in a lifetime scenario. obviously you were the cause for it. heeseung asks Isa almost all the time for her notes or to straight up copy her. she willingly let you rat him out after what he did to you.
he can sense how all eyes were on him, but he just tried to block everyone out a focus on the game. he had a poker face on, but deep inside he was irritated . he saw how you were smirking and laughing with your two little friends. you knew what you were doing.
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âahh look who it is, the benchwarmer! â you said chuckling as you made your way to heeseung.
after the team (barely) won, jake threw an âafter partyâ at his house. even though you donât normally go to these parties, especially from those boys, you felt like a party would do good with your marvellous mood. something about seeing heeseungâs frowny face made feel over the moon.
âseems like cat got your tongue now huh? dont have anything to say-â
in a blink of an eye you were pulled into a room, heeseungâs fingers wrapped around your neck, pulling your face closer to his.
âwhat the fuck? heeseung-â
âshut the fuck up.â his hoarse voice caught you off guard. he was actually really mad.
âyou think what you did itâs fucking funny? huh? almost getting me kicked out ? â youâve never seen him this enraged before. making you almost scared, yetâŠ.kinda turned on? no, you hate him, snap out of it! you told yourself yet the wetness in between your legs became hard to ignore.
you didnât respond. âfuck, youâre so annoying, i canât fucking stand you. i hate you.â he saw lowly. fuck that was hot.
you spoke before thinking. âthen show me.â
not needing to tell him twice, heeseung pulled you completely in. your lips met in a kiss that was anything but gentle, a fierce and consuming clash that spoke longing and raw need.
The kiss deepened, fueled by an unspoken urgency, their mouths exploring each other with a fervor that left yâall breathless. his grip on your neck becoming tighter.
âshit im gonna show you to fucking behave.â he said before pushing you into the bed forcefully. you may have discovered a new kink of yours. watching as he undressed himself and yourself rapidly. feeling his anger through every touch he gave you.
he rubbed through your folds before inserting two fingers aggressively. your body jolted at the sudden move.
âholy shit go softer dumbass.â
âaw you think i give a fuck? suck it up and take it since you think youâre all that.â his fingers pumped faster and faster making it hard for you to answer back to his stupid remarks.
âoh my god..â you tried to pull his hand away before you cum. not wanting to see you orgasm so easily yet.
âjust fuck me already heeseung, or is your dick as tiny as your brain?â
heeseung looked darkly at you. that stupid mouth of yours canât shut up will it?
he retracted his fingers put of you and took his boxers off. wanting nothing more than to prove you wrong.
shit. your eyes went wide at what stood in front of you. saying he was big was an understatement. it was like a zipper for your mouth. how was that thing going to fit inside of you?
âcanât say anything now, can you slut?â he pulled your legs down the mattress to have you at the perfect angle to ram into you.
heeseung ran his til over your folds, teasing his way in. making you aggrevated.
âjust put it in for fucks sake!â
âtell me how bad you want it.â you shook your head, no way were you going to beg. no way.
âalright then, i guess im gonna go.â he said letting go of your waist, acting as if he was going to leave.
âokay okay! please fuck me, i want it so bad, i want your big cock so bad heeseung.â heeseung moaned at your words. he didnât wait any longer and thrusted all of him in you.
you both moaned yet it was more painful for you. youâve never had something so big inside you before.
âfuck yeah..â he said then grabbing your neck, slightly choking you. your hands went to his biceps, trying to find something to hold on to as the speed he was thrusting in became more hostile.
âfuck me harder, like the asshole you are.â you said in between breaths. heeseung took the challenge and thrusted violently. the skin slapping and wetness of your core could probably be heard in the party outside.
âof course a whore like you would like to be fucked like this.â
before you could respond he pulled out of you earning a desperate groan from you, but then your were flipped, now on all fours and before you knew it he was back in you again. gripping your hip with one hand while he pulled your hair on the other.
âsuch a tight pussy, you probably fantasized about this am i right?â he said in your ear. you shook your head through your moan.
âin your dreams lee, in your fucking dreams. fuck you.â
âiâm quite literally doing that.â chuckling, he let go of your hair and instead gripped your other hip, going in deeper, nudging your cervix literally driving you to an edge.
âfuck iâm cumming.â you cried out. never has an orgasm felt like this. heeseung was on edge as well, feeling you clench around his dick did it for him.
your climax rose over you, making you fall into the pillow while heeseung kept thrusting until his own organs came over him, pulling out and releasing his white ropes all over your back.
tiredly, he laid besides you in the strangers bed, not knowing what to say now.
you turned to him, smirking. âi think i may hate you even more now.â
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summary: in which a petty argument over doughnuts made you fall for your boyfriend harder than ever.
pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader
genre: fluff, established relationship
warnings: kisses, nicknames, funny mentions of the word crime and bomb as a joke.
w/c: 1k
niaâs notes: i loved writing this, it was so much fun. can you guys tell i'm craving doughnuts? anyways enjoy this fic!!.
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Choi Seungcheol was a force on nature. He was terrifying. His members knew that, the staff knew that, even the fans. But if there was one person, who wasn't scared of Seungcheol, rather Seungcheol being terrified off, it was you.
The previous night, Seungcheol committed a serious crime and since then he was scared shitless of what was going to happen to him. Thankfully, he had left early in the morning, before you had time to figure out what he had done.
But now that it was lunchtime, he expected you to open the fridge in your house, only to find the last doughnut missing. Seungcheol shuddered in his seat as he thought about your reaction, at least he had the rest of the day to figure out how to fix his mistake, or that's what he had thought.
"Oh! I forgot to tell you guys but I invited yn to hang out after lunch, she should be here in around 10 minutes." Seungkwan dropped the bomb on the team and while everyone was happy to see the leader's girlfriend, Seungcheol felt his heart drop. He was done for.
"Why would you do that?!" Seungcheol's sudden shout confused the rest of the members. It was obvious he looked scared.
"Hyung, what did you do?" Dino asked bluntly, making the other snicker and laugh at Seungcheol's feigned offence.
"What makes you think that I did something? I did nothing." Seungcheol was lying straight out of his teeth and it was obvious. Everyone was staring at Seungcheol with a knowing grin, they were sitting in a circle on the floor of their dance studio, eating their lunch.
"We know for a fact, you could never be mad at yn and also you look super guilty right now, it's hilarious." Mingyu chuckled at the oldest's face but stopped when he felt the deadly glare directed his way.
Just as Seungcheol was about to rebut, the door of the dance studio opened and you walked in, smiling at everyone but your boyfriend. "Hi, guys!!" You beamed as you found a spot between Hoshi and Jeonghan to sit down.
Seungcheol almost immediately stood up and walked towards you, needy for your attention and ready to beg for your forgiveness for his grave crimes.
"Sit down." Your tone darkened immediately when you sensed our boyfriend walking towards youâall the smiles and happiness from talking to his teammates aka your friends, had vanished.
"Yes ma'am." Seungcheol turned around without hesitation and went back to his place with zero arguments. He knew he was in the wrong for eating your favourite doughnut which also was the last one in the household. The other boys in the room snickered at their scary leader's fear for his girlfriend.
The rest of the lunch went fairly roughly for Seungcheol. Every time he tried to make eye contact or smile at his girlfriend, you either scowled or rolled your eyes which earned a wince from Seungcheol. And every time, Seungcheol tried to talk to you, one of his members would pull you away for advice or to talk, it was infuriating.
An hour later, Seungcheol's pathetic attempts to make you notice him still failed miserably and it was finally time for you to leave. Just as you were about to leave the room and walk towards the elevator, Seungcheol caught your hand and pulled you to his private studio.
You looked at him expectantly, ready for him to talk. "What?" You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrow.
"I'm sorry baby. I know how much you wanted to eat that doughnut, I shouldn't have eaten it. I'll buy you all the doughnuts you want when we get home. Hmm? Please take pity on your obsessed boyfriend and forgive him." Seungcheol rested his arms on your waist, pulling you closer with each passing second. He raised one hand to move a stray strand of hair away from your face.
Even though you were angry at him, your boyfriend was very loving and attentive, to say the least. "No, I won't forgive you." But you small smile on your lips and your eyes that shone with humility and amusement spoke otherwise.
Seungcheol smiled as he knew he won you over. "Please. Please." He started to sway, taking you with him, and pout while looking at you with puppy eyes. You tried to look disgusted but burst out into laughter when Seungcheol started to do aegyo.
"Ok. Ok. I forgive you if you stop doing that thing you call aegyo, it's weird." You laughed and wrapped your arms around Seungcheol's neck to pull him in.
The both of you smiled and your boyfriend pulled you into a hug. "Thank you for forgiving me. I'll order 5 boxes of doughnuts to the house after you leave." Seungcheol muttered against your neck while your smile only grew.
"Remember, I'm letting you go easy today because you didn't know any better but next time," You pulled away for dramatic effects and became deadly serious. "You'll be sleeping on the couch for a month."
Seungcheol's smile dropped as fear overtook him. "No, you can't do that. I won't be able to sleep at all, you know that." Your boyfriend's voice wobbled at the scenario where he'd actually have to sleep elsewhere.
"Don't eat my food then, idiot." You smiled again, patting your boyfriend on his back.
"Lesson learned, baby." Seungcheol grinned looking at you with hearts in his eyes, which you reciprocated. Seungcheol leaned down to kiss you, and smiled when you kissed him back.
Later that day, you found the promised 5 boxes of doughnuts on your kitchen table and your boyfriend standing in your kitchen, learning the cooking process for your favourite food. You loved Seungcheol, but you fell harder in that moment when he went out of his way to make you happy, you knew you found the right one for you.
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