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sparklingchim · 10 months ago

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you're losing me 02 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 5k

genre: angst, married couple, age gap, ceo jk, nepo baby oc, second chance romance

rating: 18+

warnings: pregnancy scare, mean possessive jungkook 😾, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, fingering, choking, oc gets her hands tied bc she's a brat ! ☝🏼, blowjob, cum eating, car sex, teasingg, tipsy oc, v vulnerable oc :(, dirty talk, daddy kink, crying, one boob bite methinks

summary: having a bit too much fun at chanyeol's halloween party, jungkook unexpectedly joins the party too.

a/n: it's finally here !! i hope u like it hihi <3

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Chanyeol never misses with his Halloween parties.

And usually, you never miss with your costumes too, but given the circumstance you’re glad to even attend.

Truthfully, it was entirely your own fault, and you hate to admit it because you had been extremely excited to wear your customised Barbie doll outfit, but one spill of your wine and the dress was disastrously ruined.

So you had to come up with a spontaneous Plan B.

You finally found usage for the small Victoria Secret wings from their special collection you received during a fashion show. Cinching a lace-embellished corset from Dolce & Gabbana, you paired it with a flirty ruffled miniskirt from Chanel. Your hair was crowned with crystal-embellished hairpins by Jennifer Behr. And oh, those satin heels by Jimmy Choo, adorned with dazzling crystals, added the perfect dose of sparkle to the outfit. You think you might’ve redefined last minute-magic.

“You’re trending on Twitter.”

As you sit on the couch, reaching down to retrieve the ping pong ball for Eunwoo turn at beer pong, Chanyeol abruptly shoves his phone in front of you. His screen is showing the trending page on Twitter.

“Didn’t realise my costume is that cute.” You look down on yourself. It’s a basic costume, but you would have thought that Chanyeol’s vampire look gained more attention.

“Your outfit’s cute, but everyone’s talking about what you posted on your Story,” Chanyeol remarks. He taps on your name trending and scrolls through a myriad of Tweets, with people reposting the picture.

“Oh.”

Eunwoo peeks over Chanyeol’s shoulder and reads the Tweets. He chuckles. “Everyone’s just talking about how hot we look.”

You giggle, swatting his arm.

You didn’t expect a little mirror pic creating chaos to this extent.

It was just a funny coincidence seeing Eunwoo dressed up in a matching costume to in a devil costume, complete with fitting horns and wings, creating an impromptu couple costume. It was his idea to take a picture.

You probably should have considered that Eunwoo is a rising idol and actor. Everyone adores him. And seeing him photographed next to a girl off-screen, especially when it’s not for a highly anticipated KBS drama, might not sit well with everyone.

“Has your hubby seen it?” Chanyeol asks.

You shrug. “I dunno. Maybe? He does regularly check what I post.” But he told you how busy he is today, so you’re not sure if he saw.

“Have you thought about my offer, by the way?” Eunwoo asks.

“What offer?” Chanyeol curiously chimes in.

“The lead role in my next drama. They're srill looking for an actress and honestly, I think ___ would be incredible for this one.”

Chanyeol’s eyes grow wide. “You two in a drama? That’s insane.”

“I’ve never tried acting. Not sure if I’d be any good,” you confess,

“I feel like you’re good at anything,” Chanyeol assures with a grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

They both resume playing beer pong with the others while you watch them as you drink.

As you take a sip from your drink, the weight of lingering gazes persists – less intense than in the beginning, yet a subtle scrutiny remains.

The curious looks undoubtedly trace back to the headlines two weeks ago, when pictures of Jungkook and you in his car near the gynaecologist’s building surfaced online. Captured in a vulnerable moment, perched on Jungkook’s lap with tears streaming down your face, you know how it must’ve looked like to the public.

You couldn’t stand those pictures making the rounds, especially with you in tears.

2 weeks ago

“You don’t need to worry.” Jungkook gently traces his thumb over the back of your hand.

You huff, frowning at your interlaced fingers. “But I do worry.”

“Love, if you are potentially-”

“Don’t say it!” you cut him off. “Hearing the word makes me more anxious.”

You hear him utter an exhausted sigh. “You said yourself that your period has been irregular in the past.”

“Yeah, minus the morning sickness.” Your tone is a bit sharp, maybe even sassy, and you don’t actually want it to come off that way and in another circumstance you’d feel guilty, but you’re too drained from your emotions and the conversation to care.

“But the tests you took were negative,” he tries again.

“It’s just plastic. I can’t trust it.”

You took countless of pregnancy tests weekly, filled up the bathroom bin with those stupid little things until you finally acquiesced to Jungkook’s persistent suggestion to schedule an appointment with your gynaecologist.

The slow traces on your hand come to a halt. His fingers lightly squeeze your chin, directing your gaze at him.

“I promise you, whatever the outcome is we’ll make the best of it.”

“I don’t understand how you’re able to stay calm,” you say, eyebrows arching at his composed demeanour.

In truth, this is an authentic depiction of your relationship dynamic. You deal with lots of anxiety, always have been, and Jungkook stands as the serene counterbalance – tranquil and calm, akin to a gentle, silent breeze sweeping over your arms just as it gets unbearably hot in summer and you’re out of options to cope with the temperature.

But this is concerning you both and you can’t grasp the ease with which he handles the plaguing situation.

“Either outcome won’t change anything drastically.”

You head turns to the side and your stare out the windscreen, a hint of pique evident as your tongue pokes your cheek.

“I don’t want a baby.” It’s barely a whisper under your breath. “But you want one.” Your eyes flutter back to him.

Thinking about it, it dawns on you that a potential pregnancy would undoubtedly bring joy to everyone in your life. Especially your dad, who has been eagerly anticipating it for years – bugging you about it almost every time you see him. However, at 24 you have dreams beyond motherhood. The thought of being tied down to it now fills you with a quiet sense of unease.

You know that Jungkook views it differently. It’s understandable; he is 31, and despite mutually agreeing to wait for a baby, for him it’s not the end of the world. His calm demeanour, shaped by having navigated through a previous marriage and bringing a wealth of life experience, contrasts with your apprehension.

Jungkook hesitates. “I do want a baby,” he confirms, a shadow of regretful longing crossing his face. “But it doesn’t matter. Whatever the result is, I will support it – I will support your decision.” Upon squeezing your bare thigh, he realises how cold you are. “Love, you’re freezing.” He fetches a fuzzy blanket from the backseat that he keeps there just for you. He tucks you under the comfy blanket.

“It’s ‘cause I’m scared,” you mumble, leaning back in your seat.

“Come here.” He softly anchors his hands on your hips and guides you to his lap. “It pains me to see you like this.” He wraps the blanket around you tighter. “You don’t wanna go in there and get this done quickly? Avoiding the inevitable messes with your headspace.”

“Just a few more minutes.”

Jungkook mindlessly cups your cheek, tatted knuckle skimming over your skin.

Maybe it’s the way he peers at you. With a gentle shimmer reflecting sheer fondness and poised to unfold the world at your feet, build a home for you wherever your finger points to without having to ask. Maybe it’s the way he is holding you to himself, his hands serving as a protective embrace, a shield warding off any harm that would dare come your way. Or maybe it’s the tall, daunting building on the side of the road, towering over you like a spectre of uncertainty.

But something brings tears to your eyes – making you grow smaller and younger and suddenly fragile.

“My love,” Jungkook utters tenderly. It fills you with warmth and so much love.

Worry contorts his face. His hand around you holds you tighter.

“I’m not gonna cry.” It serves more as a reassurance for yourself than for him.

“You know you can when you’re with me.”

You refuse, adamantly shaking your head. But when you lose control over the tears stinging your eyes, you bury your face into his neck.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, adding a small peck to your temple. “It’s okay to feel this way.”

“Don’t like it,” you murmur into his now tears stained skin.

“But there’s no point in denying it.”

“There’s just...so much. All at once.” You lean back a bit, finger pointing right to your heart.

“I know, love.” He gingerly caresses your back. He softens at your trembling bottom lip, a piece of his own heart falling apart upon seeing you vulnerable on his lap. “I’ll carry everything you can’t, remember?” It’s a vow that formed the foundation of your shared existence. In the quiet assurance of his voice, he continues, “I’ll carry your worries, your fears, your doubts.” His promise is a soothing melody in the symphony of your shared moment. “As long as we talk – communicate properly, this won’t be difficult.”

“But we do talk,” you reply, scrunching your stuffy nose. “No?”

“Yeah, I know.” He nods, thumbing away the tear from the corner of your eye. “But I need you to be honest with me regarding this. No hiding your thoughts from me.”

“I won’t.”

“You’re ready now?” Jungkook asks. As much as he comforts you, traces of curiosity glimmer in his eyes.

“I think so.”

“There’s nothing to worry.” Jungkook smiles in that boyish and lovely way that it coaxes a weak smile on your face.

Jungkook had been right the whole time. You weren’t pregnant.

There had been nothing to worry.

You’re still in awe at how he never doubted his feeling. He just knew you weren’t pregnant – typical Jungkook, always has this uncanny grasp on things, like an innate ability.

Your gynaecologist attributed it to a lack of vitamins and advised better hydration.

Jungkook, feeling more than a tad guilty, bombards you with constant reminders to take your vitamins, drink and eat even more than he used to.

“Is that Jeon Jungkook?” A hushed female voice utters to the person beside her.

As you gaze upward, your eyes lock onto Jungkook in the back of the crowd. A flutter dances through your heart at the mere sight of him.

Jungkook’s presence demands every ounce of attention as people instantly recognise him. He’s draped entirely in black. His pants temptingly cling to his thighs, the buttons of his shirt straining across his chiselled chest and strong arms. His Rolex sits prettily around his wrist, it’s gleam harmonising with the brilliance of his wedding ring.

And you find it so funny, silly almost, because this is just Jungkook in his work attire, you see him like this every day, and yet people’s eyes morph into tiny hearts as he effortlessly strolls by, leaving a trail of heated admiration.

Sometimes Jungkook has a way of teasing your sanity. He turns your life into a whimsical romance, making you wonder if you’re living in a silly, sappy romance movie with the dreamiest guy as the lead. Because in this fleeting moment, the world around you dissolves into a blur, and you see nothing but him. Everyone fades, except him.

“Jungkook!” You stand up, a bit wobbly on your heels. He immediately wraps his hands around your sides.

“Hi, love.” He kisses you softly.

You missed his sweet, gentle voice when he talks to you.

He rakes a stare over you, one brow arched. “You’re already drunk? Who’s been giving you drinks?”

You deny his question with a dragged out “no”. “Just a bit tipsy – if even.” Before he can comment anything else regarding how many drinks you’ve already had, you ask, “Where’d you get these cute horns from?” Your hand reaches for the hairband with two attached red horns on them.

“Don’t know the brands name. Just a cheap store down the street from the company.”

You tilt your head as you ponder. “I don’t know of any cheap store close to the company.”

A ping pong ball rolls towards you on the floor. As you bend down to retrieve the ball, Jungkook’s hand pulls you back by the waist and he picks it up himself. His possessive hand travels to your butt and he slides his palm over the ruffles of your skirt.

“You’re not wearing any panties, are you?” he whispers into your ear. He throws the little ball towards the other end of the table. You shake your head, not really comprehending what he’s implying. Your more focused on how he effortlessly threw the ping pong ball straight into the cup.

“Yah, Jungkook! Come here, I need you in my team right now!” Chanyeol yells.

Jungkook lets out a humourless laugh. “Has Eunwoo not been good enough?”

Eunwoo sends a glare his way. “Chanyeol’s just taking everything too seriously.”

Jungkook rolls up his sleeve. “Too good that I’m also competitive.”

When Jungkook has enough of beer pong after carrying his team every round, he sits down next to you, pulling you to his lap.

You were just talking with Jisoo about the newest Dior collection, but she leaves the two of you alone with a knowing smile.

Jungkook swiftly takes the partially filled cup from your grasp and places it on the table. “You’ve had plenty to drink tonight.”

“I didn’t drink that much.” You don’t know exactly how much you drank because maybe you had too much to count, but you won’t tell him.

Jungkook cocks his head. He doesn’t need you to tell him to know.

“Get up.” His palms push your lower back.

“Huh?” You play with his necktie, leaning closer to his body. “For what?”

A crooked, entertained smirk crosses his face. “For what?” he scoffs.

His tatted arm snakes around you, his rolled-up sleeve flaunting the pretty inked lines adorning his skin. Jungkook grips you close to him. He angles your face down, his lips brushing over the sensitive part of your neck until he reaches your ear.

“Gonna fuck your brainless in my car. That’s why.”

His voice has got that pretty husky rasp you love so much. Tingles spread everywhere, especially your pussy. Jungkook sucks your earlobe between his teeth, and you think you can feel his smile when an unintended moan bubbles up your throat. You squirm in his lap.

“Someone’s got excited,” he teases as his hands run up your thigh, thumb disappearing underneath the white material of your skirt.

“Don’t.” Your fingers fly to his wrist. “There are people.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Now you care about people watching?”

Your lips pull together in a confused pout.

“You never notice, do you?” He decided against sneaking his finger further between your legs. Instead, he smoothens the hiked-up fabric of your skirt, though there is not much to adjust. It’s a skimpy skirt, it barely covers you.

“Notice what?” Your sparkly heels distract you and you move your feet around, watching every crystal glitter. “You’re being confusing, Koo.”

“I’m not being confusing,” he denies.

“Yes, you are.” You shift your gaze to him. A subtle crease appears between your brows. “You told me you didn’t have time for a silly Halloween party and yet you showed up.”

Jungkook dislikes seeing you upset. He really does. It creates this unexplainable feeling of protectiveness that sits right behind his rib – annoying and intolerable, coupled with a hint of guilt. But seeing your tipsy form upset delights him the tiniest bit.

“I was able to finish off early,” he explains. “Thought I’d join you, ‘cause you wanted me to.”

“And you were pretty mean to Eunwoo.”

“He can fuck off. I really don’t care about him.” His tongue peaks out as he swipes it over his bottom lip, teeth biting at the skin with furrowed brows.

“You’re such a meanie sometimes.” You run your fingers over his eyebrows, relaxing them.

“Want me to show you how mean I can be?” He tilts his head, a challenging glint in his eyes.

“You can’t be mean to me,” you say, shaking your head as your fingers settle on his broad shoulders. “Been good today.”

“You’ve been driving me insane tonight.”

“Me? What did I do?”

Jungkook rises to his feet with you, and you stagger a little at the sudden movement, but he keeps a safe arm around you. “Always so clueless,” he mumbles as he leads you through the crowd.

“___!” someone yells your name.

You stop when you see Karina rushing towards you.

“I’ve been looking for you all night!” She hands you a drink

You look at her through apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m leaving already. I’ll see you soon!”

Jungkook takes the drink from you after you had a sip and downs the whole thing. He tosses the cup into a near trashcan as you step out of the house.

“Oh, no. I told Eunwoo I’d give him my number,” you remember. “Lemme go back.”

But Jungkook’s hand on the small of your back remains firm.

“He’s not stupid. He’ll find a way to contact your manager.” Jungkook is pissed and you’re not quite sure if you heard it right, but you think he adds a small “Doesn’t need my wife’s number.”.

“Can you imagine me in a drama?” You giggle as you think about it. “Would you watch it?” You turn your head. “You don’t like watching dramas.”

“Of course, I’d watch it. Immediately.”

Your eyes spark up and Jungkook wants to have this image of your forever ingrained in his memory. A literal angel staring at him as if he was the one that hung up the stars.

You stumble over your heels when you refuse to look ahead, pretty eyes still admiring him. “Careful, love.” He quickly steadies you.

He unlocks his car when you reach it and opens the door to the backseat for you. But instead, you pull open the passenger door and bend over to open the glove compartment.

“Are there condoms left here?”

You search for the familiar package, but Jungkook hurriedly pulls you back, shutting it closed along with the car door.

“Nothing left,” he replies. “Get in the backseat.”

As you get into the car and settle on your back, you ponder, “Didn’t realise how many times we’ve fucked in the car.”

You're not particularly interested in cars, but in rare – or apparently not so rare – moments like these, you appreciate the spaciousness of Jungkook’s G-Wagon.

Before Jungkook joins you in the car, he scans the surroundings, vigilant for any lingering onlookers. He doesn’t need you on the front page of every media outlet again. You’ve had enough of that lately, and that darn Instagram Story of yours likely fuelled the gossip mill again.

Jungkook barely uses social media. You’re the only reason he has the apps on his phone. He doesn’t follow anyone except you, only has your notifications on. During a short break he mindlessly clicked on the Instagram notification, expecting a cute picture of your angel outfit – you had texted him complaining about your ruined Barbie dress and he suggested you could use the angel wings he once saw you carrying into your wardrobe.

Safe to stay he expected everything, but a picture with fucking Eunwoo wearing fucking matching costumes.

As hours passed by, his anger didn’t simmer; instead, it prompted his decision to make a swift trip to the dollar store and join you at the party.

“You tend to conveniently forget when you’re a needy brat.”

“It’s ´cause I’m not a brat,” you reply with a huff, yanking at his tie. “Just a bit needy sometimes.”

“Hmm, just a bit needy?” His knuckle follows along your jaw, teasing you with his gentle touches and the mock sympathy seeping from his tone.

You look so cute lying here for him, with the angel wings peeking from your sides and the little sparkly pins adorning your hair. He just wants to fuck you silly.

You nod pliantly. An innocent smile blossoms on your face.

Jungkook’s hand disappears under the ruffles of your skirt, middle finger sliding over your pussy. You gasp, body twitching at the sudden touch.

“So wet already?” he sneers. “All for me?”

You grind your pussy against him, hungry for more.

“And so greedy for me.” He spreads your pussy lips, gently rubbing the pad of his finger over your sensitive clit. Jungkook moves your skirt up and an immediate glint surfaces in his eyes. “So pretty.” He slips two fingers in, smirking when you shake beneath him. “Baby’s sensitive, huh?”

He pumps his fingers into you and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. The alcohol running through your veins heightens your sensitivity to his touch. Everywhere he touches leaves a shimmering trail of tingles, enveloping your body in a cloud of euphoria, a sensation both fuzzy and dreamy.

“I want you.” You reach for his cock, but Jungkook seizes your wrist.

“Did I say you could touch?” His voice drips with condescension.

You weakly shake your head, a frustrated whine accompanying it.

“Use your big girl words.” His fingers stop moving and he completely removes them when you remain silent. “C’mon,” he urges, growing more impatient.

“No, you didn’t,” you sulk. Even dare to look at him through a frown.

“You don’t get to do anything," he tells you. He loses hie tie, wraps it around your wrist in a swift, practiced motion and ties them above your head. “Just lie there and look pretty for me.” He pulls his pants and briefs down, stroking his hard cock before he teasingly nudges his tip against your clit.

You watch him play with your pussy and you’re unable to keep the desperate moans from leaving your mouth, eagerly waiting until he aligns his cock to your entrance, slowly filling you up with his entire length. A throaty moan reverberates when he’s all the way in.

“Pussy’s so good at taking me.”

A gasp leaves your mouth as he stretches you out. “So good,” you mumble.

Jungkook waits until he knows you’re used to h is size before he starts moving his hips.

Your tits move in the confines of your corset. Jungkook’s head dips down and you feel his tongue slide over the swell of your boobs that peek out, teeth slightly grazing over your skin.

“Don’t bite,” you utter between moans.

But Jungkook does exactly that. Even sucks on your skin a little bit.

“You think you have a say on anything?” His hand squeezes your face. Traces of petulance lie in your eyes. His other hand grips your hips, fingers buried in your skin to fuck you fast.

It’s almost ridiculous how fast Jungkook gets you to your high. He knows exactly what to do to get your walls clamp around his cock, begging him to give you just a little bit more to push you off the edge.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, eyes falling closed as you the pleasure builds up in your tummy.

But then Jungkook suddenly stops moving. You open your eyes to find Jungkook smirking at your trembling body, amused when a shaky breath escapes you.

“Why would you do that? I was close!”

He pulls his cock out, tapping it over your clit.

“Hmm, no idea why I would do that?” he asks, pushing his cock back into your pussy in one swift motion.

“I haven’t done anything,” you say meekly, staring at the way he slowly fucks you. He could make you cum so easily.

Jungkook sniffs a laugh. “Can’t recall anything bad you did?”

He picks up on his pace and you can’t think at all, barely able to shake your head as more breathless moans fly past your lips.

“Posting a couple costume picture online? Fuck, ___ what were you thinking?” He hooks his hands underneath your thighs, pulling them up to fuck deeper. “Wanted everyone talking about you two? Wanted to piss me off?”

“No,” you whine. “Didn't mean it that way. We- we didn’t plan on it at all. Just – when we saw each other it was really funny, and I just took a pic of it.” You’re a babbling mess at this point, the ability to form comprehensible sentences gone once Jungkook sticked his cock in you.

“I don’t fucking care,” he curses. “You know how people perceive this stuff.”

“You don’t... don’t think it was a silly coincidence?”

Jungkook is flush against you. Your nails dig into your palms at how deep his cock is buried in you.

“I should find it silly?” A deep glower settles on his face and in a sick, naughty way it turns you on, making your pussy involuntarily squeeze around his cock. “Fuck, ___, do you wanna cum at all?”

“No, please,” you fuss desperately. “Wanna cum.”

“Then start behaving. Quit being a brat.”

“I am good,” you try to convince him.

Jungkook shakes his head in dismissal. “Put on an angel costume and yet you’re such a dirty girl.”

While you may not encapsule the right persona regarding the angel outfit, Jungkook undoubtedly fucks you like the devil. So mean and selfish, teasing and cursing at you.

“Wanna be – wanna be good for daddy.”

“Yeah?” he breathes, hand travelling up your body until it reaches your throat. “Then don’t disappoint me.” With his shiny Rolex around his wrist, he wraps his fingers around you, squeezing the tiniest bit. You feel the familiar outline of his wedding ring press to your skin.

Your legs wrap around him and you try not to poke him with your heels, but tears obstruct your view and you can barely control yourself, the aching feeling to come undone is back in your tummy.

“Jungkook,” you utter between little desperate puffs. “Wanna cum so bad.”

“Only when I allow you to.” Jungkook looks down at your defeated, crushed face with a smug smirk. “Can do that, right? My wife’s capable of that, hmm?”

Your eyes flutter shut. A single tear rolls down the corner of your eye. “Yes, I – I can wait.”

“That’s my good girl.” He leans closer, whispering it into your ear. “Cock so good it’s making you cry, huh?” His lips press to the corner your eye and he kisses your tear away.

The more he talks and whispers dirty word into your ear, the harder it becomes to resist the temptation to pull yourself back and cum on his dick. But you want to be good for Jungkook, want to hear him praise you for being a patient girl.

“Slow down, please.” Your bound wrists unconsciously attempt to free themselves, but Jungkook’s knot is too tight for you to undo it. You’ll cum soon if he continues at this pace.

“Nuh-uh.” He denies firmly. “You can take it. Show me how good you are.” His fingers dig deeper into your throat and your eyes open again. His brows are furrowed, an angry flush tinting his cheeks. “That’s it. Look at me – look at me when you cum.”

It crosses your mind to secretly cum, but Jungkook’s got a knack for spotting your telltale signs, so it wouldn’t be that sneaky after all. You did try to do that once though. You couldn’t properly sit the next day.

Jungkook swipes his tongue over his thumb before he slips his hand between your legs and starts to slowly circle your clit. A devilish grin sparks up his face.

“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?”

“Please.”

“Wanna cum all over my cock?” His thumb moves faster. “Make a little mess?”

“Yes,” you pant. Pleasure seeps through your entire body and the effort to ignore the feeling becomes so exhausting, more tears fill your eyes.

“Then cum for me,” Jungkook demands, keeping a gentle trace in his voice. His gaze remains on your face and he watches you with greedy eyes as you come undone beneath him.

It happens almost instantly, like a string that snapped. You’re body shakes as your orgasm rumbles through you and you’re so sensitive you want to yank his hand away fromyour clit, but Jungkook enjoys seeing your writhe way too much to stop playing with your nub.

Shaky breaths escape you. Jungkook fucks you slower now, still rolling his hips into you with precision to hit your sweet spot.

“Doing so good, love.” The hand on your throat moves to your face, swiping away the tears. “So good for me.”

And just as you’re about to tell him you’re too sensitive, Jungkook removes his finger from your clit and pulls his cock out. He sits down and pats your thigh. “Come here.”

Despite being tired from just cumming, you’re hungry for him just by the sight of Jungkook stroking his cock. You move to sit on your thighs, tied up hands on your lap.

Jungkook gathers your hair in his hand before he moves your head down. “Open wide,” he instructs, guiding his wet cock into your mouth.

You taste yourself on his dick as your slide your tongue around him. Jungkook is close to cumming. You can feel it in the way his he impatiently pushes your head further down his cock.

“Gonna cum in your mouth.” Tiny moans fill your ear and you take as much of him inside your mouth as you can. “Fuck, just like that.”

Your mouth fills with hot, salty cum and you continue bobbing your head up and down, getting every drop of it.

“Good girl.” Jungkook pulls you away from his cock. You swallow his load as you look at him. He hums approvingly. “Wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks, untying the know from your wrists. He rubs his fingers over the red marks.

“I’m fine. Didn’t hurt.” Your eyes close when he pecks your forehead.

After he pulls up his pants and briefs, Jungkook checks his phone. His fingers are quick as he types something.

“Who’s texting you at this hour,” you ask, curiously peeking over his arm.

“Just work. I left a bit abruptly.” He tucks his phone away before you can read anything.

Before more questions can leave your lips, he meets yours in a sweet kiss.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, patting your hair to tame the mess on your head. “Once we’re home, I’m gonna give your ass the attention it hasn’t got yet.”

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rainydayathogwarts · 1 year ago

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Can I get a obsessed Jennifer check smut? Possibly with a strap she uses the female reader maybe some tribbing?

I took this idea and just made it next level, I hope you still like what I did with it.

wc: 2.7k

Warnings: mentality that being popular is important, smut, naked photos, strap-on, toxic Jennifer (obvi)

It wasn't your fault that Jennifer was attracted to you. And if you were being completely honest, you had no idea that she was in the first place. You thought the gentle shoulder touches in the hallway and friendly fashion tips were just that. Friendly.

You thought you were finally getting the high school upgrade you deserved, and were close to becoming in the top most important girls in the school. It wasn't that you weren't, it was just for different reasons than you thought.

Jennifer, on the other hand, was desperately trying, day by day, to not scare you away by finding out that she was obsessed with you. That she had a mind as perverted as every single other teenage boy in the school. She imagined what your bare tits would look like, and if you'd let her take a photo of them if she asked nicely. She dreamt of having you sit nicely between her legs in bed while she played with your pretty pussy, and wondered if you'd try to keep your focus on the movie playing or if you'd completely forget about it and beg her to fuck you harder.

At night, she wrote in her diary while kicking her feet at the thought of being with you, and how amazing it'd be if you liked her back. And if you didn't, blackmail was always easy.

In her free period, she tried guessing the combination to your locker, and whenever she was over at yours and you were in a different room, she snooped around to see if you had a diary too.

Sometimes, if you were taking a shower, she even went to the lengths of going through your underwear drawer, and stared with an open jaw at how much bigger your bras were than hers. She started to play a little game by herself, see when you'd notice; she'd put a pair of her underwear in your drawer, and take one of yours. She liked to wear your stolen underwear when she touched herself to the thought of you, or take pretty photos of herself in them.

There was another, unhealthier side of this obsession with you though, she got jealous. Upon becoming closer friends with Jennifer, you dated a lot less guys, who she claimed all 'probably had a small dick' or were 'too ugly for you'.

She was also mean to some of your old girl friends, scoffing at them and telling you things like "I can't imagine you were friends with them." So ultimately, you were unmotivated to hang out with them at all anymore. Not that you were to complain about it, because that meant you became just as popular as Jennifer. Some mean cheerleaders never dared to look your way, and you always got your way with people now. Someone's in your seat? Give them a look and it's yours again. Don't have any lunch money? Someone will always volunteer to buy you some.

Since you were a cheerleader along with Jennifer, you always drove home with her after practice for your usual girl's night, though she always invited Needy to come over way later than when you got to her's. Jennifer claimed it was because the changing rooms were too dirty and you'd both just have to shower at her's.

Whenever you were in the shower, she went through your phone, saw who you were texting, and one night, she came up with a plan.

"Hey you." Said Jennifer, opening her arms wide for a hug. You jogged over to her, hugging her tightly. When you separated, Jennifer's hands still lingered on your waist, and she wrapped one arm around you to walk into the changing rooms together. You both changed into your cheer uniform, Jennifer staring at every exposed area of your skin possible. You were wearing a purple thong with a matching purple bra, her favourite colour. "You see, it matches with our uniform." You spoke, holding up your skirt.

Jennifer giggled, coming closer to you. How had she changed so quickly? She put her hands on your waist, pressing her front into your back, and taking the skirt from your hands. "Get dressed, I can't be late." You rolled your eyes at her jokingly. "Oh right, cheer captain are you? I just always forget." Jennifer raises her brows at you and you both start giggling. Once you're finally dressed, you open your mouth to make another joke, but a harsh slap on your ass has you closing your mouth. "Ouch!"

Jennifer winks at you, cocking her head towards the door, and you obediently follow her out onto the pitch, where conveniently enough, the football team starts warming up too. "We both have practice today?" You ask, eyes stuck on a certain uniformed boy. "Mhmm" Hums Jennifer, eyeing you.

Her plan was already starting to work.

"You were distracted at practice today." You look up at her from where you're sitting on her bed, fresh out of the shower, and you immediately blush. "Mhm what-" "Y/n don't try to be ditzy with me, I basically taught you that." You shut your mouth, trying to find an escape. "Look, this is your next lesson for girlhood. What I do sometimes, I take some nice photos of myself and give it to him with a little note." "But I already have nice photos." You complain, and it's only when you see the look on her face that your jaw drops. "Oh... Do you think - maybe you could help me with that?"

Jennifer grins, immediately making her way over to where you sat on her bed. She straddles your hips, her hands immediately coming up to the zipper of your Juicy jacket, which she pulls down half-way, so your breasts are almost fully exposed in your bra. She places her hands on your boobs, squeezing them together slightly, before climbing off you and grabbing her camera, not taking notice to the way your face flushes a dark red.

"So we take the photos, print them, choose one, write a note on the back, and give it to him." She climbs back on your laps and snaps her camera for the first time that night. "How many do we need to take?" You ask "Well we need to have a variety." Jen says, her hands unzipping your jacket all the way down, before tugging it down your arms.

You let her.

You look down at your tits, a hand going up to adjust them in your lacy bra, but Jennifer beats you to it, cupping one in her hand to make it look perkier in your bra before doing the same with your other one. Your nipples harden and you blush, but Jennifer seemingly pays no attention to it, instead brushing some hair over your shoulder before she snaps a few more photos. "Do you want to take your shorts off for me?" She says, looking at the photos on the camera.

You gulp, shimmying out of your matching pink shorts. Jennifer looks up at you, shaking her head. "Let's find a pair of underwear to match your bra." You follow her to her closet, where she kneels on the floor, looking over her shoulder as she rummages through the options. "What about those?" You ask, pointing at a pair of white lacy underwear that looks strangely like an old pair you can't seem to find. Jennifer freezes for a moment before taking them out, shaking her head to herself.

She turns to you, still kneeling, and taps your leg a couple of times. "Come on then, take it off." You freeze. "What, here?" Jennifer raises her eyebrows at you. "We're both girls y/n, I know what a pussy looks like." You blush, nodding and push your panties down your legs, waiting for Jennifer to give you the other pair. You look away, not thinking much of anything, unaware of the fact that Jennifer is staring at your cunt, wishing she could taste it in that moment.

When she realises she's staring, she pretends she's been trying to get your attention for a while. "Helloo? Y/n." When you look back at her, she is holding the panties in a way that you can just step into them. "Oops, sorry." She pulls them up your legs, snapping the elastic against your skin, before grabbing your hips and turning you around. "Okay, let's see." You feel yourself blush harder as Jennifer stares at your ass and pulls the panties higher so that it wedges itself between your cheeks.

"Perf." She says, dragging you back to her bed. "Right, so sit like this-" She kneels on the bed, her legs spread, and arms pushing her tits up. "Can you do that for me?" You nod, getting into that position, and in that moment you wonder where Needy is and if you really want to give a guy a half naked photo of you. Jennifer walks up to you, looking as though she wants to fix your hair, but she pinches your nipples, causing you bite back a moan, and you watch her as she waits for your nipples to harden even more.

You let her take the photos, for the fun of it. What best friends haven't taken naked photos of each other? You love photo shoots anyway so there was no harm. "Do you think we should have one from the back?" You ask "Guys like that." Jen grins, nodding at you, and you get on your forearms and knees, arching your back.

"Yes, just like that." Says Jennifer, a single hand caressing your backside. You feel the bed dip beside you, where she put the camera down, and you feel her second hand come up to squeeze your ass. "You know what I think?" Jen starts, and you hum in acknowledgement. "You might not like it, but I think it's worth a try." She continues.

"You know I'd do anything for you Jen." You only half joke.

When you hear her idea your jaw drops, and you need a moment to process it. Of course, you agree, stripping down until you're stood naked in your best friend's bedroom. You're thankful her curtains are closed and Needy didn't show up to girl's night. You look at Jennifer, tightening her strap-on on top of her panties, but you can't help but be disappointed she doesn't take her jacket off. You kneel on the floor as Jennifer walks towards you, and you pray that you don't start to drip on her carpet.

Jennifer stands right in front of you, her purple strap-on right in front of you. "I-won't this get in the way of the photo?" You ask, tugging on her jacket. "What are you trying to get me naked or something?" Jennifer jokes, she takes it off nonetheless, handing you the camera. You swear she can hear your heart beating louder. She's not wearing a bra underneath.

"Okay, let's do this baby." She encourages, taking the camera back from you. You flip your hair over your shoulder, leaning in closer to take the strap in your mouth, sucking like you normally would. Jennifer starts to thrust her hips along with your movement and you gag, tears starting to form. That's when the camera goes off. She takes a few photos, then throws the camera onto her bed, her hand gathering your hair into a ponytail, and she pulls you off the strap.

"Okay, now how about you get on the bed?" Jennifer says, testing these new waters with you. You start to get up, and she helps you up, before pushing you harshly so you land on you bed. She follows you as you crawl up her bed, watching your dripping cunt, and she grabs your hips before turning you around, so you lay flat on your back.

She throws a leg over one of your thighs and immediately slams her lips onto yours. You moan loudly, hands reaching up the grab anything, landing on her hips. She pulls away, kissing and biting your neck instead, enjoying the sound of your whimpers. She continues to kiss down your body, playing with your tits, pinching your nipples and pushing them together as she licks around them.

She takes one of your nipples in her mouth and she starts to suck, her hips beginning to grind against your thigh. Why didn't you do this sooner? Once Jennifer reaches your pussy, she pulls away, just staring at you all laid out for her. She spreads your folds with two fingers, watching as your juices drip onto her sheets. She runs a finger up from your hole to your clit and brings it up to her mouth, humming loudly.

You whine, bucking your hips up, and Jennifer's gaze goes back to your face. "What do we say when we want something?" She asks, a finger tracing shapes on your thigh. "Please! Please Jen." You beg. She grins, one handing coming down to slap your clit and you cry out, trying to close your legs, but Jennifer keeps them open around her.

She holds the strap-on, cruelly teasing your entrance with it, before she sinks it in your core. You moan loudly and Jennifer smirks, immediately setting an unforgiving pace. "Yes, let me hear you baby. Come on." You whine at her demand, trying to reach up to her, but give up. She grins from her place on the bed, moving her grip over from your hips so that she can put each of her hands next to your head, so she can now hover over you while slamming her hips into you. You can't control your moans, head digging into the pillow behind you, barely keeping your eyes open.

Jennifer's tits jiggle above you as she thrusts into you over and over again, and you grab one of them, pinching her nipple in return and she moans loudly. She comes down to kiss you, now leaning on her forearms, and slowing down so she can grind the strap into you instead, hitting a new spot from that angle. Her tongue forces itself into your mouth and one of her hands grabs your jaw so she can dominate every aspect of the kiss.

Jennifer grabs one of your thighs, pushing it as far to the side as she can so she can hit a new spot inside you, grinding her hips into yours quickly, so the base of the strap rubs against your clit. "Fuck! Jen! I need to-" You sob, trying to buck your hips into Jennifer against her hold, but it's impossible. She removes her hand from your thigh so she can play with your tits, and the second she pinches your nipple again, you're crying her name out as you orgasm, back arching against her.

She doesn't let you ride out your orgasm because she's pulling out and flipping you onto your stomach so she can pound into you from the back, watching as your ass jiggles from the force of each thrust. Jennifer moans, one hand smacking your backside again before both her hands plant themselves on the bed to help her quicken her speed. Your legs are trembling at the prologued orgasm - or a second one, it feels so good you can't tell which it is. "Please, I can't- I can't"

Jennifer slows down, admiring the red marks on your ass from where her hips were pounding against you until she comes to a stop. She sits back on her knees, lets you catch your breath, and stop crying. Both her hands come up to massage your ass, and she leans down to press a kiss to it.

When she finally pulls out, she moves the sit next to you, helping to flip you on your back, grinning at the way your legs still tremble. She helps you sit up, your back leaning against her front while she continues to play with your tits. "How was that babe?" She asks and you nod, beginning to giggle at the situation. Jennifer leans in to kiss you and you put a hand on her jaw, trying to deepen the kiss, but she pulls away.

"If you give anyone a single one of these photos, I will destroy you." She threatens in a loving tone, before kissing you again, this time letting you deepen the kiss for however long you wish.

The next time you come over to Jennifer's house, there's a new scrapbook next to her bed that reads "Y/N"

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jflemings · 28 days ago

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— eat your heart out

pairing: ucla!jessie fleming x reader

synopsis: your roommate accidentally tells jessie something she’s not supposed to

warnings: jealousy, insecurity, aaaaangst

a/n: this was meant to be a fun fic but it turned a bit of a corner 😬 also not 100% if i like it, but here ya go

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jessie watches as you greet your friends, her eyes trailing up and down your body.

you were wearing a short denim mini skirt, a grey tank top that showed off your cleavage, pink fishnet tights that you’d ripped and a cheap white puffer you’d manage to find in a thrift store. fake blood was splattered all over you, dripping down your front, legs and all over the puffer jacket, making you look like you’d actually been attacked.

jessie had known about your costume — you’d raved on and on about it after rewatching the movie jennifer’s body — but she hadn’t expected you to show up like this.

hailie drops down onto the couch next to her “how you doing jflem?” she asks as she takes a sip of her drink

jessie looks at her, adjusting her witch hat on her head, her eyes focusing a bit “m’fine” she responds as she adjusts her hold on her own drunk.

the blonde smirks and adjusts the crocodile hood on her head. she’d decided to match with teagan this year, who’d gone as steve irwin, and had dressed herself in a green crop top and shorts. “are you sure? because you haven’t taken your eyes off her since she’d walked in”

the canadain merely rolls her eyes and waves her hand dismissively in her friend’s direction, not willing to give her an answer in her half drunk state. the two of you hadn’t told anyone you were seeing eachother as she’d insisted you keep it a secret since she wasn’t out to anyone but her inner circle yet and although you understood, it didn’t mean that jessie didn’t see the way your eyes fell everytime she called you her friend.

“i don’t blame you. she looks hot as fuck” hailie continues just as teagan comes to stand next to the couch.

“who looks hot as fuck?” the australian slurs, adjusting the blonde wig on her head.

hailie points across the room “y/n”

teagan looks at you and nods earnestly. “she does. she really, really does”

jessie sinks down into the couch and takes a long gulp of her drink. her witch hat flops in front of her face, but doesn’t cover her eyes enough that she can’t see you. teagan and hailie get caught up in their own conversation and don’t notice you’ve spotted them while talking to a girl from one of your classes.

jessie lifts her head slightly to meet your eye, being met with a flirty wave from you. she quickly ducks her head again to try to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. in doing so she doesn’t notice that you’ve already made your way to the group until you’re stood directly in front of her.

you lift the brim of her hat with a smile “you hiding, fleming?”

her eyes widen as she looks at you peering down at her. the smirk on your lips makes her nervous but she doesn’t have the chance to respond to you when you let go of her hat at hug teagan and hailie.

“you look hot!” teagan compliments you loudly, giving you a little twirl as she whistles

hailie hugs you tightly “i don’t know how someone can look so good covered in blood”

jessie couldn’t agree more.

the midfielder stands and hugs you, making sure to keep her hands firmly on your back to try to combat the urge to trail them down any further. you put an arm around her shoulders and pull her into you tightly, leaning your cheek on hers.

“i need a drink!” you tell her as you pull away, grabbing her hand. you turn around to hailie and teagan with a smile “we’ll be back”

“we’re going out back!” teagan shouts back when you begin to walk off.

you keep a tight grip on jessie’s hand as you lead her to the kitchen, checking over your shoulder every so often to make sure you won’t lose her. she keeps her eyes trained on you and sends you a small smile whenever she catches your eye.

even as you get to the kitchen and pour your drink you keep jessie close. your hand in hers, a hand on her back, shoulder or in the belt loop of her black jeans. even if you weren’t doing that she doesn’t go far, always up in your personal space. she keeps her hands to herself though. so much so that anyone looking at you two from the outside would think she’s uncomfortable in your presence because of how stiff she is. you pretend not to notice and still make the effort to be touching her, but she never lets herself relax.

you bring your cup to your lips and look at her from over the rim “are you having a good time?” you ask.

she nods and refills her own drink, which you hadn’t noticed was empty, before taking a swig. you grab her hand and rub your thumb over the back of her knuckles.

“this is cute” you compliment, gesturing towards her outfit. she’s dressed in a simple black tshirt and jeans, with a cape and witches hat to top it off. she wasn’t one to go all out for halloween, often preferring to just buy a costume from the store, but that didn’t matter to you. you thought she looked good in everything.

jessie looks down at herself and shrugs “i had a nose and a broom but i don’t know where they went. you on the other hand” she clicks her tongue “look amazing”

you smile and squeeze her hand appreciatively “i told you i wanted to go all out this year”

“and you didn’t disappoint, not that you ever do”

“thank you jess” you smile sweetly at her, resisting the urge to give her a kiss.

normally, you and jessie were quite an affectionate couple. the timid side of jessie you were currently seeing was something rare to you. in private jessie always had her hands on you, or was always touching you in some way, whether that be a hand on your lower back, kisses all over your face, or an arm securely around your waist. she loved loving you and you resented the fact that she felt like she wasn’t able to do that in public.

“jessie! hey, i didn’t know you were here!” the loud voice of your roommate alison calls from across the kitchen.

jessie drops your hand and tucks her own in the pocket of her jeans as the blonde approaches, plastering a fake smile on her face. you have to fight the frown off your face as you turn to face your roommate.

jessie and alison exchange pleasantries before diving into small talk. your mind begins to escape you and you find yourself staring blankly into the crowd of people, only being pulled back into focus when alison waves her hand in front of your face.

you focus back on her and smile “sorry. what were you saying?”

“i was just telling jessie about rose and how i think you should give her a chance! you’re, like, chronically single it’s ridiculous” she laughs at herself and waves her hand “she’s here tonight, you should find her”

you chew on your lip and shake your head “you know i’m not into her like that”

“actually i only know you’re into some girl that you can’t tell me about” alison looks to jessie and scoffs “she tells me about how she loves this girl, and how good she gets treated, and how perfect this girl is for her but then says i can’t meet her! how silly is that?”

jessie gives alison a tight lipped smile and sips her drink wordlessly, trying to meet your eye. alison, bless her heart, is clearly too drunk to pick up on the quickly souring vibe and continues to talk.

“but i don’t know how how perfect this girl is if she’s crying to me about her. you wouldn’t believe it jessie, the state i found her in the other night was horrible—”

“alison” you say sternly, levelling her with a look. the colour has well and truely drained from your face and you don’t have the nerve to even sneak a glance at jessie, who has been dead silent since alison opened her mouth.

“what? it’s all the truth”

“i just saw josh, he looked lost” you say through your teeth.

alison bids the two of you goodbye hastily and you neck your drink, already moving to grab a refill before jessie can say anything. she hovers over your shoulder as you mix a drink, pouring a generous amount of vodka into your cup.

she places a hand over you wrist “y/n” she says softly as she tries to catch her eye

“please” you say as you fight the welling in your eyes “not now” you say just as softly to her.

she frowns deeper and removes her hand, keeping her eyes trained on you intently. she wants to say more, wants to talk to you and check up on you and ask you what’s wrong, but she knows that if she pushes you might close up completely and she can’t risk that right now.

you nod your head in the direction of teagan and hailie “let’s go find the girls”

this time as you lead jessie through the crowd you don’t hold her hand. you walk through the house and to the backyard where someone’s set up a bonfire and join your friends sitting around it. you slot yourself in between ashley and alison’s friend rose, leaving jessie to sit next opposite the fire next to hailie.

“look at you!” ashley raises her drink as you sit “megan fox, i like it”

“thanks ash” you say as you give her a side hug “you look cute, not nearly as hard to spot as you’d think”

ashley throws her head back in a drunken laugh and shows her where’s wally costume off “it was half price!”

rose holds her hand out to you “rose. you’re alison’s roommate, right?”

you shake her hand “that’s me”

“she’s said a lot about you” she smiles sweetly, showing off her dimples. she’s pretty and she knows it. with her long, thick, dark hair, pretty brown eyes, and nice smile, it’s not hard to see how alison could think you’d be majorly attracted to her.

“all good things i hope” you laugh politely

she flicks her hair over her shoulder and waves her hand “of course!”

across the way, jessie’s jealousy rolls off her in waves. she knows rose. not only do they share a class, but rose is one of her teammates exes and would frequent a few of their team hangouts. jessie knows rose is a lovely girl but the way she’s so obviously flirting with you makes jessie think that she’s the devil reincarnated.

hailie slaps jessie’s knee “what’s the frown for jess?”

jessie shakes her head “i’m just getting a bit tired, i think”

“ohhhhh jessie boo is tiiiiiired” hailie draws out as she drapes herself over jessie affectionately

jessie half heartedly pats her on the back as her hat flops in her face. hailie continues to wail on just as olivia comes up bind them and lifts jessie’s hat off her head “what are you two doing”

jessie cranes her neck “hailie’s having a moment”

the blonde squishes jessie’s cheeks so that her lips pucker “our little canadain isn’t having a good time”

“i didn’t say that. i said i was tired”

she rolls her eyes “tell hailie and liv what’s wrong”

olivia plops the with hat back on jessie’s head and moves to sit next to her so that she’s sandwhich ex between both of them. hailie sits up but throws her arm over the back of the cheap lawn couch, leaning over her to speak to olivia lowly.

“i think it’s y/n” she manages to whisper.

olivia’s eyebrows shoot up and slyly glances around the fire. she tilts her head “where is she?”

jessie shoots up straight and takes her hat off, quickly looking around the backyard. when she can’t spot you, she stands, leaving both her friends sitting down.

she walks to rose and ashley, accidentally interrupting their conversation “did you guys see where y/n went off to?”

ashley jerks her thumb behind her “she said she was gonna go home. said she wasn’t feeling well”

she speedwalks back into the house and pushes through the crowd off college students — that has apparently doubled since she arrived — and finds you just as you walk out the front door. she catches up to you and falls into stride, remaining quiet for a moment to see if you tell her to leave her alone.

she stuffs her hands in her pockets when you say nothing “you didn’t tell me you were leaving”

you shrug “i didn’t want to interrupt you and hailie”

“she wasn’t saying much of anything anyway”

a silence falls over the two of you and you inch closer to her, looping your arm in hers. the lack of people around allows her to relax fully and just bask in the feeling of being alone with you.

“are you okay?” she whispers

you shrug “yeah i am. i’m sorry that alison said that, she didn’t know”

jessie shakes her head “i know, it’s my fault. she didn’t mean any harm by it”

you sigh “it’s not your fault jess. there’s no shame in not being ready to come out yet, you know i don’t hold that against you”

“but that doesn’t mean you have to be okay with it all the time” jessie quietly says as she looks at you “i’m sorry i made you cry”

“it was silly”

“not to me” jessie stops and turns, taking both of your hands in hers “i know that me not being out and sneaking around gets to you sometimes and i understand why you didn’t come to me about it, but if you’re upset enough that you cry i want you to talk to me about it, my feelings be dammed”

“it doesn’t upset me” you smile smally “and i’m okay, seriously”

the canadian frowns at you, her eyes searching your own. she remains quiet for a moment before sighing heavily “please don’t lie to me”

you duck your head and drop her hands so you can wipe under your eyes, groaning when you realise you’ve just wiped off some of your make up “i just thought that maybe, uhm, maybe you were embarrassed of me or something. i don’t know, it’s silly”

jessie’s heart breaks when she hears you trying to brush off your feelings. “embarrassed of you? why would you think that?”

all you can do is shrug uselessly “i overheard a few of your teammates talking about an ex girlfriend of yours and i just got it in my head that maybe you not being out isn’t the only thing that’s keeping you from telling people about us”

“babe” she whispers as she cups your face in her hands “i’m not embarrassed by you, at all. my… issues are not a reflection of you or my feelings towards you, i promise”

she brushes her thumbs under your eyes as you shake your head “i told you it was silly”

“it’s not silly. you’re not being silly” she tells your firmly, looking into your eyes “my ex girlfriend wasn’t even really a girlfriend. she was someone i was seeing freshman year and it just didn’t work out, and the girls knew about her because she was ashley’s friend. that’s all”

“i’m sorry”

“no, i’m sorry” she caresses your face and smiles sadly “it won’t be like this forever but i’m sorry it is right now”

you shake your head again “it’s okay”

she kisses you soft and slow, bringing you into her personal space. she pulls away but gives you a few pecks as she goes, keeping her soft hold on the sides of your face.

“i want to tell the girls about us” jessie utters

you kiss her palm “you don’t have to just for my sake jess”

“i want you to feel secure in our relationship, and i’m sick of hiding us when i love and adore you so much. it’s not everyone, but it’s certainly a start”

you grin widely and kiss her again, smiling when you feel her hands grip your waist tightly. she pulls your body flush to hers and giggles when you tuck your head into her neck “i’m proud of you” you mumble

you loop your arm back around hers and start walking again “seriously, i know how hard it is to reveal a part of yourself that you’ve kept hidden for so long, and i’ll be here to support you every step of the way”

jessie kisses your cheek “i’ll be fine if i’ve got you”

#jessie fleming x reader #woso x reader #jflemings woso #jflemings writes #jessie fleming #canwnt x reader

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808airsoftbros · 23 days ago

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How Le Sserafim Gets You Off From Your Games/Matches

Author: Since the last one did pretty decently enough here is the second part of the series but for disclaimer reasons, this will only contain 18+ members only. If you want to see more of my stuff check out the Masterlist

Kim Chaewon

Miss Chaewon here isn't the type that doesn't like when your attention is focused elsewhere especially if it's not on her

But what she wants she will do anything to get it no matter what kind of tricks she has to pull but Chaewon knows every button to push to make you head over heels for her

"Hm... Baby, why don't you get off your pc and play with me instead~?" She whispered suggestively.

Yet to no surprise, you still kept your focus which made me Chaewon chuckle in amusement knowing that wouldn't last for long for the things she had planned

Suddenly, Chaewon decided to strip naked and laid on your desk, displaying her body in full glory and began playing with herself in front of you and moaning loudly as possible and sometimes in your ear

"Mmm~! Come on, deary, don't you want to stick that big fat cock of yours inside of me~? Because I sure do~," She whispered and you gave in turning off your pc before getting all rough and passionate in bed

Miyawaki Sakura

Though Sakura was a gamer herself and often times plays Minecraft and League of Legends matches with you, there are occasions when Sakura just wants your full attention

Not only does she want your attention but most importantly tend to her needy desires for you

"Come on, baby~! It's been weeks since we've last done it and I want you to fuck me~!" She begged to give you an innocent look despite her request being the exact opposite

Of course, you said only one more match and then you two could do it but Sakura was out of patience with you

However, she does have her ideas especially since she sometimes caught you looking at anime female characters you sometimes play

Sakura Would go into her closet that was filled with anime cosplay outfits and some were quite provocative which is exactly what she needed. When she came wearing a maid outfit that revealed much of her delicious curves you cannot help but stare

"What's the matter sweety~? Cat got your tongue~?" Sakura purred with delight knowing the effect she had on you

Huh Yunjin

Oh our dear Jennifer Huh is a special one... Yunjin is known for her goofy and funny personality in the Kpop industry but also for her beautiful tall and slim body

Yunjin knows this well and you lost count of how many times she used this to catch your attention and this made nights full of moans of your name from her mouth

One night, Yunjin was out later than usual, you got bored and decided to hop on a few missions on Helldivers to pass the time

But what you didn't notice is that Yunjin came home and when she walked into your room, she sighed almost annoyed as she made a rule about no pc time when she was around

"Baby~. You know the rules, get off the game~," Yunjin spoke in a stern yet motherly tone but you didn't hear her from your headphones making her playfully roll her eyes

"Alright, you wanna play hardball? Then let's play~," Yunjin declared before getting under your desk and when you felt something tugging on your shorts you saw Yunjin pulling your shorts and underwear revealing your cock

With Yunjin now sucking you off it was harder to concentrate as you tried to suppress your moans from Yunjin's skilled mouth, you gave in to your frustrations and desires

"Looks like I got your full attention~. Now come with mommy to bed so we can some real fun~," Yunjin smirked victoriously.

Nakamura Kazuha

The former ballerina princess is quite the clingy and needy one, despite her elegant and beautiful demeanor she has a naughty side that only you know

When Kazuha arrived home from dance practice, all she wanted to do was to have your cock inside of her but she was annoyed when she found you playing on your PlayStation 5

Determined, to get you off, Kazuha went up to you and straddled onto your lap.

"Hey, baby... You tired?" You asked while you played Spiderman and she hummed.

"Not yet... I still want you~," She whispered into your ears sending shivers down your spine and Kazuha knew well she had a massive effect on you

Before long Kazuha tanks off her tank top and unclipped your draw letting it fall on the floor revealing her perky boobs which made it even harder for you to concentrate

"Come on, baby~. Don't you want to suck on these babies~? I know you do, so why don't you get off the game and play with me instead~?" She whispered into your ear tempting you to give in to your desires

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cherrygirlfriend · 1 month ago

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˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ busywoman!reader x toxic!rafe ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

-`♡´- she has a reputation around the island, most people think she's 'batshit crazy' or 'insane' due to her history with guys, becoming dependable on them and when they do something to hurt her, she gets revenge

-`♡´- despite her family being rich, she makes a lot of her own clothes; she wants to be a fashion designer and is popular online for some of her creations, having made several clothes for different celebrities.

-`♡´- she's sensitive—like, really sensitive. her emotions can be explosive and volatile, and sometimes it feels like she feels everything multiplied by five

-`♡´- she doesn't have a good relationship with her father, and is much closer to her mother, who was a pogue before marrying her father, and who taught her to sew

-`♡´- one thing she's really craved above all else was love; she falls in love so easily, only to be disappointed by men, causing her to do... questionable things to get revenge

-`♡´- loves her girlfriends more than anything; they feel like the only people who truly get her, and they do, all of them having experience with guys saying 'they're crazy' for having emotions, she has a best friend named vivi, who knows everything about her, as well as a white kitten named pinkie

-`♡´- rafe's friends tell him to absolutely not get with her when they see him checking her out, knowing her reputation, and he just grins, thinking that 'there's no way a sweet thing like that could really be that bad'

-`♡´- but when he finds out that some of the rumors of her getting revenge on the guys who wrong her are in fact true, he's even more intrigued by her

-`♡´- sometimes he even does some of the things he knows will drive her insane, just because he wants her to prove him how much she cares about him

-`♡´- this usually leads her to do things she knows she'll regret, and then he apologizes for doing it by some present or sweet thing he does

-`♡´- they're so bad for each other but they also match each other's freaks in a way no one else does, they get each other like no one has ever gotten them

-`♡´- usually whenever they argue, or whenever the other does something the other doesn't like, it ends up with sex

-`♡´- they can also be incredibly sweet to another one, and their friends are all flabbergasted about how the hell you two can go from basically hating each other to smiling sweetly, wrapped up in each other's arms, whispering sweet nothings to one another

-`♡´- some of her fashion icons are... twiggy, brigitte bardot, mia farrow and most recently sabrina carpenter

-`♡´- her playlist mostly consists of... sabrina carpenter, the regrettes, fiona apple, peach prc, lana del rey,

-`♡´- her top five movies... perfect blue, the love witch, jennifer's body, ten things i hate about you, gone girl

-`♡´- her top five books... boy parts by eliza clark, acts of desperation by megan nolan, my husband by maud venture, big swiss by jen beagin, pride and prejudice by jane austen

#busywoman!reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #rafe fanfiction #rafe x you #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron moodboard #moodboard

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lacy-oh-lacy · 2 months ago

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can you do some headcanons/imagine of jennifer check dating an emo girl? srs you're the ONLY one who writes her the way i like 😭😭😭😭😭 (btw, love your writing, you're damn talented!!

Omg Anon, you are the sweetest 😭 Tysm. You should check out my Jennifer Check x reader tag though cause I've reblogged some stuff from other writers that you'll probably like too 💕

𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌'𝒔 𝑬𝒎𝒐 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 | 𝑯𝑪𝒔

•To be perfectly honest, Jennifer has talked shit about emos before and she did make a few snap judgements about you when you met

•However, right from the start she found something about your look inexplicably attractive and it lead to a lot of flirting (and negging)

•and she sees this vulnerability in you that drives her wild, both as a demonic predator and as the woman deep down that just wants to be loved

•She's pretty quick to ask you out, not even sure if she wants something serious or just to get you out of her system, but she finds she does really enjoy getting to know you

•It's a total opposites attract situation, you have opposite appearances, opposite personalities, opposite scenes, but maybe that's exactly what Jennifer needs

•She doesn't give a shit what anyone else thinks about your relationship, and if anyone gives you a hard time she will shut them the hell up

•Because of her controlling nature you might expect her to try and change you (suggesting different outfits and whatnot), but she actually finds your aesthetic super cute

•She even buys you little accessories that match your style perfectly

•She really hopes you're the cliche mall emo, because she will gladly hang out with you there all the time

•Oh, and she'd love to go to some concerts with you, surprisingly she really likes your taste in music (Make her a mixtape!)

•She's always stealing your clothes, your styles may clash but she makes it work, her look just has more of an edge now and she's always sleeping in one of your old band t-shirts

•Jennifer doesn't usually like angsty people which emos have a reputation for being, she sucks at sensitivity and tends to prioritize a good time over people's feelings

•But if you're like that she'll try to tread more carefully, and she gives you a ton of pep talks, just meet her half way and have some fun with her too

#jennifer check x reader #jennifer check imagine #jennifer check #jennifer's body #slashers x reader #Jennifer check fluff #wlw imagine

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uchispeach · 2 months ago

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Sycamore Tree (Ch. 3)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Fem! Reader

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, dub-con / non-con touching & kissing, obsessive & manipulative behavior, Rafe is a bit scary in this…

This fic will contain dark content: such as dub-con/ non-con and violence. You have been warned.

Almost a week has passed by since you last saw Rafe, still, he had found the way to make himself present throughout the days.

He texted you regularly, checking up on you; making questions like “How are you?”, “Have you eaten yet?”, “Where are you?” and his favorite one: “Who are you with?”

You would be lying if you said you didn’t find his interest sweet; most of the time matching his energy and taking as much interest for his daily life as he did for yours.

The texts were numerous but there were ones more memorable than others, such as the day you finally reunited the courage to ask for Topper.

You still remember his response: “I’m taking care of that, doll” You remember getting flustered by the nickname and almost throwing your phone out of the window.

“Y/N!” Your sister shouted as you continued to submerge yourself on your phone. “Topper hasn’t pressed charges yet…Jennifer told me.” Right, you remembered her mentioning it before. “I know…I think there’s a big chance he won’t” Your eyes left the screen to look excitedly at the brunette, not expecting the frown on her face.

“Pfft” She let out an incredulous sound. “That just means he’s planning something else…something worse than jail.” That took you by surprise, causing you to stand up and reach out for the younger girl. “Why would you think that?” Your face morphed into a worried one.

“You really think he’d let JJ alone out of the kindness of his heart…No Y/N! Kooks always get their way.” You bit your lower lip, holding yourself from revealing the real reason Topper wasn’t bothering the Pogues anymore.

“Let’s just wait for a few more days…There is no need to be paranoid!” You tried your best to sound comforting, either way, Kie sighed out in exasperation, stomping away and leaving you alone to sink in your own guilt.

(…)

“I’m thinking pastel pink…but, what do you think?” You tilted your head while staring at the nail polish container. When silence was all you received, you decided to gaze at the dark haired girl. “Jennie!” She finally looked away from her device. “Hmm?” Her tone confirmed she had no idea what you were talking about.

“You’ve been distracted all afternoon” You pouted while supporting your knees on her soft mattress. “I’m sorry! I’ve been texting with-” Her words were interrupted by the harsh sound of a car’s engine. You noticed her senses being alerted as she adopted an apologetic look. “Please, don’t get mad!”

“When have I ever gotten mad at you?” You questioned as knocks were heard on the ground floor. “Well, you now just might.” The smile following her sentence was awkward.

The knocks intensified and Jennifer didn’t doubt before running down the stairs. “Wait!” You shouted right behind her as you skipped a step or two to get down faster.

The only answer you got from your friend was a fit of giggles, and soon you were both facing the main door. Out of breath you stared at the tall shadow of what seemed to be three guys. “Who did you invite?” The taller girl ignored you, unlocking the door at an inhuman pace.

The wide crystal door was out of the way now, letting in the group of young men. “Hello there, girls!” Kelce greeted you excitedly while raising his busy hands in the air.

Topper followed right behind, wearing an uninterested face while holding a cooler with his right arm. You could almost swear you saw him frowning in annoyance when he saw you in front of him.

Then, there was Rafe; standing proudly with his hands in his pockets, wearing a pair of expensive sunglasses and a predatory grin.

“Hi, doll” His voice was deep and confident, giving you a few goosebumps. “It’s…It’s nice to see you” You spoke shyly, slightly intimidated by his proximity.

He softly chuckled. His strong chest rumbled, showcasing some of the veins in his brawny arms. “I’m delighted too” He joked as you felt the heat of his skin on your nape and his heavy palm squeezing your shoulder. “Now, let’s have some fun” He whispered into your ear.

(…)

The laughs echoed throughout the entire house, and you couldn’t help but let out a muffled giggle as you saw the dark haired boy lifting up your friend and threatening to throw her in the pool once again. “Kelce, stop!”

Even Topper left his grumpy state for a few seconds and decided to smile a little. Both him and the Cameron boy had pulled out a blunt, sharing it and causing you to cough more than a few times.

You were seated on the same beach chair as the blond, forced to support part of your back on his naked chest. He didn’t seem to mind though, going as far as holding you steady by throwing his arm around your neck and over your chest.

Your nervousness levels had reached the roof when his fingertips had accidentally rubbed against your breast; and the blond could feel it exuding from your body:“You’re so tense. Relax.” He looked at you through the corner of his eyes. “I’m sorry” You stared back, embarrassed at your own body’s reaction.

“You’re always apologizing.” You weren’t sure if it was a complaint or not, still, you apologized once again. Realization hit you as you saw him smirking harder. “Don’t worry, I like it. It’s cute.” You were growing more flustered by the minute. “Just as cute as this little skirt you’re wearing.” Your heart felt like it was about to explode from how hard it was beating.

You took a deep breath, doing your best to pull your anxiety aside. “And…I like your sunglasses.” You struggled forming a whole sentence.

And with a wave of newfound boldness, you finally took the decision to reach out for the boy’s face.

Your fingertips hesitantly caressed the side of his face before fixing the sunglasses’ crooked position “…But, I like it better when your eyes aren’t covered.”

“Say less” Rafe took you by surprise as he abruptly tore the accessory from him and discarded it to the side like a piece of trash. “Rafe!” You laughed out loud at the shocking display. He sent you a childish look before holding you closer to him.

Once you were able to tame your chuckles down, the intensity of his eyes on your lips made your whole body freeze. Intimacy between you two only grew stronger as his palm positioned itself on your neck’s side, seemingly not getting enough of your body’s warmth.

“Y/N!” The sudden appearance of Jennifer made you pull away from the blond. And as her hands shook you by the shoulders, you couldn’t help but jump out in surprise. “Jen, calm down. You’re going to get her dizzy.” Rafe was quick to intervene, pulling you flush against his chest. “Let’s get in the pool” She said cheerfully while ignoring his words.

“I don’t know-” She shook her head frenetically. “Come on!” You could feel the enthusiasm leaking out of her pores. “…But I don’t even have a swimsuit” You argued, quickly shut down by your friend’s proud response: “I have a solution for that!”

(…)

“Stunning!” The taller girl cheered you up, noticing the way you scanned your body on the full length mirror. The pink checkered bikini had small bows on the straps, immediately making it your first choice.

Jennifer continued praising your figure until a loud noise interrupted her. “Was that glass shattering?” Her face morphed into worry itself. “Guys!” She shouted before leaving the room and running downstairs.

“Alright” You sighed while continuing to dissect your reflection. A ringtone went off, making you lose your focus. “Everything okay?” You said loudly while saving your clothes on the tote bag sitting right next to the phone.

“Hi, Y/N. Yeah…Everything’s pretty great.” Pope sounded relaxed, allowing you to steady your breathing. “You don’t know how comforting it is to hear that.” Relieve leaked through your soft voice, making the boy smile at the other side of the speaker.

“Yeah, I know…I really thought it was over for us.” His voice still had some remains of fear in it. “Don’t say that!…Hey P, just wanted to let you know I’m not with Kiara.” You bit your lower lip while struggling to fit your umbrella in the bag.

“I mean…I called ‘cause I wanted to talk to you.” He shyly revealed. “Oh!…of course. How have you been doing?” There was a short silence before he replied: “I’m just feeling a bit down.” You frowned, quickly taking the device in your hand. “Why?…Did you and the boys fight?” You got no response. “Whatever it is, you know I’m here for you.” You were quick to remember the boy your unconditional support.

Your friend’s answer was overshadowed by the sudden sound of heavy steps. You instinctively looked around, your eyes finally setting on the door. “…we had to hide for days. And I guess it really affected me not being able to step outside, not even for a quick sec’ and- and I missed you too.” The steps stopped, only replaced by a growing shadow peaking under the door.

“Y/N?” You were brought back into the conversation. “I missed you too, Pope.” You hoped the boy didn’t notice the distraction on your tone. “Then, let’s see each other. Tomorrow!” Enthusiasm leaked through the speaker.

“Tomorrow?…We can’t, I’m sorry. Kie and I have to help my parents’ at The Wreck.” The dark haired boy continued to speak, unfortunately, your mind only allowed you to catch on a few words. “What about Friday? We can all meet at The Château.” You interrupted him.

“Oh! That works too.” The steps could be heard again, stopping you from hearing the disappointment in Pope’s voice. “I’m counting the days!” You smiled lightly. “Bye then. Love you!” You said before hanging up.

The commotion of someone bursting inside the bedroom made you jump. “Rafe!” You gripped your chest, feeling your agitated heartbeat under the fingertips. “Rafe?” He moved without saying a word, an indecipherable look on his face.

You felt like hiding when his eyes lingered up and down your figure, taking their time to analyze every centimeter of skin. “I got lost on the way to the bathroom.” His features were still stoic.

“It’s the first door-” “I remember that scar.” Your feet instinctively took some steps back as you saw him moving forward. The wooden floor cracked under his heavy legs.

“That one” He clarified while your back hit the wall. His fingers superficially traced the white horizontal line that decorated your thigh’s side. Rafe took his time redrawing the thing, applying some pressure with his thumb.

“You were trying to help that feral cat.” He squeezed harder, causing you to flinch. The pain made you remember, it was a rainy afternoon at Tannyhill; you had spotted a trembling kitten hanging on from an old tree’s branch.

“Always caring for the ones who don’t deserve it.” You had managed to wrap your frail arms around the poor thing before you had both fallen down. “I never understood it.” His free palm reached out for your jaw, grabbing firmly onto the side of it.

“I guess you’re too kind for your own good.” And as he lightly shook your head, you remembered the fall, the pain of the piece of glass cutting through your skin and the fierce teeth of the feline burying into your arm.

His breath felt overwhelming over your mouth, but even more so as his lips brushed yours in delicate caresses.

You trembled as his other hand stopped toying with your thigh, and reached for the meat of your ass. He gave it a rough squeeze while sinking his teeth into your lower lip.

You tried to pull away from the discomfort but the blond kept you still with his brute force. You knew better than to continue pushing once you started feeling the metallic taste of your own blood.

Tears started forming once you were forced to gasp in pain. Rafe saw it as a chance, slipping his tongue in.

The kiss was like nothing you had experienced before, so passionate and hungry you could almost feel the desperation on your bones.

The Cameron boy explored your whole mouth with his wet muscle, making you go out of breath. His lips moved over yours with experience, while all you could was hold onto his naked chest -hoping not to faint from the lack of air-.

You desperately tried to pull back as soon as your vision grew blurrier, and after a few tugs the blond finally gave in. Your choked coughs echoed through the whole bedroom.

“You taste…so sweet.” He got all over your face, closely analyzing the tears that streamed down your puffy cheeks.

“Hey, don’t cry” He whispered right before licking the salty liquid on your left cheekbone. “I’m sorry” You weren’t exactly sure what you apologized for, still, you felt the need to.

Both of his palms were now squeezing each side of your face, maintaining you on the same spot as he kissed you over and over again.

A/N: I finished writing this at a government office while trying to get a new birth certificate.

#Rafe Cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #dark fanfiction #dark fic #tw.dark content #tw dark content #tw. dubcon #tw dubious consent #dark rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron #dark!rafe x reader #dark rafe x reader #rafe cameron smut

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theunholyvirginemilyprentiss · 4 months ago

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The BAU as children:

EMILY ‘LITTLE MENACE’ PRENTISS

Emily was always outside, climbing trees or catching frogs, and the parade of nannies and Au Pairs she had as they moved from place to place found her to be hilarious, but utterly uncontrollable. She was wild-spirited, full of life, and laughed at everything—especially when she wasn’t supposed to—and was a devious prankster who knew how to curse in at least 4 different languages. Her favourite shows were ‘Flash Gordon’ and ‘Where in the World is Carmen Santiago?’, but she’d sneak out of bed late at night to watch ‘Cagney & Lacey’ from the staircase whilst her parents sat in the living room, thinking she was asleep. She had always had an advanced reading age, but the extent of her intelligence became abundantly clear as she was devouring books like ‘Moby Dick’ and ‘The Lord of the Flies’ as young as 11. Her mother would dip her fingertips in vinegar, but she never did shake the habit of biting her nails. She had many a nickname. Sparky. Spitfire. Beasty. It was ‘Little Menace’ which stuck.

JENNIFER ‘JJ’ JAREAU

JJ was an angelic child. She always sat up straight in church, never got her dresses dirty, and didn’t have to be told to wash her hands before meals. She made daisy chains and paper fortune tellers, and burned through crayons like matches. She wore flowery pinafores and loved having her hair brushed, even more so when her older sister Roslyn braided it for her, although JJ had always been much more interested in Roslyn than Roslyn had been in her. She loved ‘Sesame Street’ and the ‘Peter Rabbit’ books. JJ was a dream, but even she had a naughty side. She was a very light sleeper, and often crept downstairs to sneak snacks, leaving the evidence in her bedsheets in the form of crumbs.

SPENCER ‘DOC’ REID

Spencer seemed to have been born in a tweed vest and reading glasses. He had the demeanour of a tiny businessman, and had bow ties to boot. He was his mother’s little gentleman. She would read to him, and he to her: Dickens, Kant, Dostoevsky. He was prodigious on the piano, and at the maths chalkboard. He had such a beautiful mind crammed into that tiny head of his. That said, it took him eight years to learn to tie his shoelaces. He drew the conclusion at one point that there was a correlation: as his mind expanded, his mother’s faded. But at least there was love.

PENELOPE ‘PENNY’ GARCIA

Penelope was a little performer. She was sassy and confident, and she didn’t walk—she strutted. She had always been hopelessly glued to screens. She would ‘borrow’ her brother’s Gameboy, do ‘important work’ on her father’s boxy office computer, and sit glued to the TV every morning before school, eating Lucky Charms and watching ‘My Little Pony’. She was always sure to do her chores, because if she did, her father would give her a handful of nickels and send her off to the arcade—but he was never best pleased when she came home with a stray cat in her arms begging, “can we keep him!”. When she wasn’t on screens, she was helping her mother bake in the kitchen. She loved the smell of rising cupcakes, and licking the bowl.

Check out my Masterlist for more BAU scenarios

#they were all so damn cute #they are siblings your honor #this would be a cute fanfiction #they would be besties #if they met in childhood #criminal minds #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #spencer reid #penelope garcia #headcanon #bau team

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manheimsmuse · 4 months ago

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MASTERMIND ; spencer reid

checkmate, i couldn’t lose

a/n: very potentially a part one, heavily inspired by ‘mastermind’ by taylor swift.

warnings: spencer reid x afab!gideon!reader, competitive spencer, reader is the newest addition to the bau, set in season eleven so spoiler warning

the idea of joining the behavioural analysis unit was daunting, it would be for anyone, but the daughter of the legendary jason gideon? now, those were some big shoes to fill.

you were comfortable enough with the team, hell david rossi was your godfather and you’d babysat jack hotchner more times than you could count. jennifer, or jj as you learned she preferred to be called, was a passive figure in your life but one you appreciated considering she was one of the only maternal figures consistently in your life.

penelope garcia was someone teenage you had a one sided beef with, your father frequently tracking you down through her tracing skills, and derek morgan forced you to take a self defence class with him once your father told him you’d been robbed after a frat party.

there was one person, however, that you knew inside and out despite meeting only a handful of times.

doctor spencer reid.

it was very possible the allure was your fathers disapproval, being close in age meant jason feared you’d ’put the moves on the kid’ as he would say. and it was tempting, you had to admit, not just to irritate your father but because spencer was an enigma. intelligent, clumsy, absolutely gorgeous.

he was your first crush, well, aside from troy bolton and that boy in your second grade class.

so, when you walked into the bullpen on your first official day and saw the aforementioned boy genius playing against himself in a game of chess, you couldn’t ignore it.

spencer made the mistake of thinking he could bowl you over without a second thought, the fact that the man who taught him had also taught you completely slipping his mind as his competitive streak took over.

“you’ve got this, bella.” rossi muttered, he and the rest of the team watching on in disbelief as spencer had finally met his match. even garcia had snuck out of her lair to watch.

the silence is deafening as the two of you go back and forth across the board, each of you huffing in annoyance when outsmarted by the other until finally. .

“check.”

a small grin of satisfaction etches itself onto reids face, in his head he’s won, backed you into a corner, and my god was he smug about it.

you remain calm, eyes trained on the pieces as you try think ten steps ahead, just as you were taught.

and finally, it falls into place like dominoes cascading in a line.

“checkmate.”

it’s your turn to wear a smug grin, arms crossing as rossi whoops, holding his hand out to accept a ten dollar note from derek.

“what - how did you..” spencer trailed off, completely and utterly astounded by how easily you’d beaten him “rematch, right now.”

“easy, reid, your sore loser is showing.” derek taunted, playfully shoving the youngers shoulder.

“your rematch it’s going to have to wait, i’m afraid,” garcia started, a chuckle punctuating the beginning of her sentence “we have a case.”

the team dissolves, all making their way toward the conference room as you hung back to help reid clean up the chess board.

“are you sure you can handle me beating you again?” you jokingly ask, crouching to grab a pawn that had slipped off the desk.

“i went easy on you because you’re new,” spencer muttered, not even convincing himself as he took the pawn from you with a quiet thank you.

you scoff, hands on your hips as you look down at the agent still in his seat “if you say so.”

“next time, we’re playing for something.” spencer speaks matter of factly, rising to his feet and tucking his chair in under his desk. you have to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact.

“oh yeah? what’s that?”

“reid, gideon.” hotch’s firm voice bounces from the conference room, moving both of you from spencers desk and leaving you wondering what you were putting on the line.

#manheimsmuse #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid fic

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blissfullyecho · 4 days ago

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Dealing with Haters on your Level Up Journey.

People are gonna talk about you anyway, you might as well get hotter and richer as they talk.

Victoria’s Secret had the biggest glow down to make insecure women feel better about themselves. Same with Hollister/Abercrombie. Jennifer Lawrence is irrelevant and doesn’t get casted for anything good anymore because people got sick of her just as fast as they fell in love with her.

Why? Because when you try to be FOR everyone, it ruins the experience of you and your brand. People that feel uncomfortable with how you look and how you want to better yourselves were always in a secret competition with you. And to be honest, they always felt like they’re better than you. But the thing is, when you decide you want to level up, they take it as a threat to their status when they’re with you. That’s a good thing because they know (probably even more than you) that you have what it takes to get there.

It’s okay to be exclusive. It’s okay to only want to be associated with things that are on brand with you. From the examples I wrote above, see what happens when you dim your light and change yourself to make others feel good? It literally ruined all of them and they tried to make a comeback but each time they failed. Fenty… a brand that promoted inclusivity but it’s not talked about too much.

To get elevated status, get comfortable with shining so bright you make other people uncomfortable. Kim Kardashian has done sooooo many things and got herself cancelled so many times but why is she still relevant? Because she never changed herself for the approval of you. She’s going to make a bag regardless and she was trained that all publicity is good publicity.

When influencers get cancelled (hi), we make SO much money. It’s disgusting how much money we truly make when people cancel us. We are signing deals left and right for contracts 30-60 days from then when we’re still relevant for people to check if we’re still cancelled, but it’s not too fresh to work with a company if that brand will get cancelled for working with us too soon. Why do you think all apology videos from influencers are fake? Because money is coming in, in crazy amounts.

The more you are unapologetically you, and you’re all about yourself, the more relevant you’ll be. The more talked about you’ll be. The more at peace with life you’ll be. I believe that people come into your life match with the current version of yourself. That one might sting a little, but you’ll attract authenticity when you’re authentic to yourself. Don’t wait for permission to better yourself. Remember… lol it’s always the ugly ones that hate. I’ve never seen a pretty girl to be jealous of someone else’s level up unless there was a threat.

xoxo hoped I helped!

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agathasstrap · 1 month ago

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"a deity of your own." ~ a.h & r.v

pairing — agatha harkness/rio vidal„ agatha harkness/jennifer kale (slightly)

summary — agatha harkness is no stranger to death, but it seems death may be a stranger to her. for her entire life, she's been haunted by this deity, this divine presence that she cannot shake. finally, she can see her. she knows the face of her ghost, of her deity.

content warnings — angst, slowburn, yearning, violence, death.

word/chapter count — 2.5k & (1/5)

It was twenty-eighteen, a year that lacked in interest. Nothing was more than it seemed; the world was stuck in an endless system of depression. There was nothing grand, nothing titillating. There was just lack. No spark. No solitude. No movement. The world was caught. Standing still. Dead in its tracks.

She stood firm with it.. or rather in this case, sat.

She was sitting on a mahogany stool. Her eyes were shut and her face was held up by the open palm of her hand, which extended to an elbow planted atop a marble bar. A white shirt, with buttons that trailed down the middle. Black slacks that would've been dragging as she walked if she hadn't worn her dark red heels. Some people say your shoes should match your outfit.. she had red earrings on. Did that count?

A man behind the bar slid a piece of paper next to the seemingly asleep woman. It was the ticket for the drinks she had consumed. The tender thought about waking her up, unsure if she would ever open her eyes again.

His attention was caught by a loud voice, and he walked away.

The woman at the bar did not move.

Her brown hair was curled, tangled at the ends. She looked like the world had chewed her up and spit her out. The bags under her eyes added to this, and the cracked skin of her lips worked against her favor.

For what felt like forever, she was still as she sat atop the mahogany stool. She was at peace. Tranquil.

But nothing lasts forever.

The hair on the back of her neck began to stand up. Her eyes flushed open.

Her glaze shot straight to the doors of the bar. A woman was there, staring at her. She had brown hair.

In the woman's hand was a cigarette, which she now took a puff off of. Her lips curved into a smirk, one directed clearly to the dark haired woman on the mahogany barstool.

She stood. Her eyes closed again. And then they opened.

The mysterious woman was gone.

Agatha pushed a sole piece of hair behind her ear and her eyes darted around, trying to find the smoking brunette. She could feel that she was gone, but she wanted to be sure.

Her relief was imminent when the woman was no where to be found.

She sighed, grabbing onto the strap of her purse and throwing it over her shoulder. The bartender opened his mouth to remind her of her ticket, and her fingers drew in. Purple shot from them, it seemed like no one else noticed. The bartender had been instantly busy with other customers, and it was like Agatha Harkness had never even sat at that bar. Like she had never been completely still atop the mahogany stool.

Days later the witch found herself stuck in traffic. She was aggravated at the stupidity of non-magical beings. She thought it was moronic for the color of a light to determine when someone should drive, and she found it even more bizarre that those without magic just accepted this way of life. Though, of course, she recognized it must be hard to challenge an idea or construct that had been in place for so long.

Thinking of the modernist ways of the world now made her reminisce upon the ancient times. Oh how the world had changed, and oh how it had still remained.

Agatha's eyes searched for the light, checking again to see if it had changed. She was manning the second car in the line of automobiles. To her dismay, the light seemed to be tranced in its red.

She figured she must've been stuck at that red light for at least 10 minutes. It was unusual to be caught for that long. . maybe there had been a crash? Agatha thought it was possible, but her logic reminded her that the lights don't change schedule per collisions.

When it had finally turned green, she smirked and clicked her tongue to her teeth. Her hands found their positions on the wheel again, and her foot met the accelerator. Just as she applied pressure to the control, something in her peripheral view caught her eye. As her car took off, her head jerked to the left, followed by many blinks, just to confirm that she wasn't seeing things. It was the same woman from the bar.

This time she stood with her arms crossed and her eyes fixated on Agatha. This sent chills to the brunette driving the car, and she shook her head, turning back to face the road. Whoever this woman was, she was relentless. Agatha thought it was a vengeance seeker from a coven she may have killed off, but she couldn't be sure.

Those eyes, though, they haunted her. Since she saw them in the bar, her dreams had become infected by the curious irises. She was certain she had seen them before, but she couldn't put her finger on where.

It had been a week since the brunette had been to the bar, and Agatha was tired of the constant racing her head did to try to figure out the woman who was haunting her, she wanted to escape it. As much as this stranger made her feel a conflicting sense of comfort, it was torture to know her body and her face but not her name. It just so happens that her friend, Jillian, had a birthday get together in a few hours.

The witch smiled as she looked her outfit over in the mirror. She had on a black pencil skirt and black button down shirt on. It was paired with a grey vest, which matched her grey and red heels. Her hair was loose, wild and untamed. She squinted, trying to determine what to change. Then she flipped her hair over her shoulder, smirking at the end result.

The drive to the city wasn't too long, it took maybe half an hour. As she rounded the corner of a street, she decided she would not think of the woman once. She would focus on the people in front of her.

It truly was a miracle that Agatha Harkness had friends, much less, non-evil friends. Jillian had always seen the good in her. It had been some time since she had taken a life. Maybe it was because of the new people she had become friends with.

Deep down, though, she knew it had little to do with them, and everything to do with her son.

She parked her vehicle. Decidedly, she left her purse in the glove compartment.

As she stepped into the bar, she took in her surroundings. She had never been to this specific bar before. It was very earthy. There were vines everywhere, fake ones of course, the ambience was very natural.. something you'd expect to see in a greenhouse. She didn't like nature, nor the earthy feel. It reminded her of green witches. She hated green witches. That was the only witch she hadn't killed yet.. the only outlier. They were ever so slightly more powerful than her, so it wasn't like she didn't WANT to kill a green witch. That power would be so strong, it would fuel her. Just thinking of that power she could drain, it made her bite her lip and sigh.

She knew though, that she should be making her way to the collection of witches there for Jillian's birthday. Agatha figured there would be some sort of reaction to her being there, especially because she was so renowned for being a witch killer.

As she walked towards the group who was facing Jillian's husband, Micheal, she noticed a certain someone who she was familiar with, a potions witch, to be exact.

She thought of turning around and leaving. The thought struck her, the one that stood on why Jill would invite her former partner.. but she also realized that Jillian had other friends that knew her.

Against her better judgement, Agatha sat down at the table. She huffed, her eyes glancing over the curvy unmistakable figure of her ex girlfriend. Jennifer was looking at her already. Their eyes met in a flash, and Agatha smirked, raising an eyebrow. The woman scoffed and looked away, her face purified with disgust and hatred.

It pleased the older witch to know that she caused annoyance to Jen, but of course, behind that notion, she also just wanted to speak to her.

The night went on with not much else, there was music, presents, and speeches. Everyone loved Jillian, she was a natural beauty to any audience she had. People worshipped her.

Jillian was Agatha Harkness' opposite. People cowered within even miles of Harkness. She was known to most of witchkind for her succubus powers, those that drained other witches of their power; and eventually their lives. The brunette enjoyed being feared, but it came at the price of being loved. You couldn't have everything, after all.

Or maybe you could, and maybe Agatha just needed something to make her feel as though she was just another victim of an unfortunate saying.

When everyone else at the table had given their toast to the birthday girl, heads turned to Agatha. Some of the people that knew her just from her face seemed to quiver, and the others that didn't know exactly whom she was looked in her direction with a hint of curiosity. Jen rolled her eyes and a sharp comment was thrown at Agatha.

"She doesn't give toasts. You all might as well hold on to your witch hats and get back to your martinis and memories."

The purple witch's eyes locked themselves onto Jennifer's face.

"Actually, I happen to have a little something up my sleeve."

Jen scoffed, and the brunette smirked, clicking her tongue to her teeth. She leaned back into the chair she sat in, a smile now creeping onto her lips.

"Jillian," she said, shaking her head within the midst of her pause, "poor Jillian."

The divination witch's smile fell, and she tilted her head at Agatha's words. Agatha's body leaned back up, and she stood, picking up a glass of champagne in her hand. She chuckled, stepping up onto the chair. Now the entirety of the restaurant's guests looked to her.

"You are no witch." She sipped her champagne down and dropped the empty glass down to the floor. People gasped, but Jennifer had a smug look on her face, biting her lip at the entertainment.

"You're no one. You waste away your life, your power, for love. What a fool." Another pause occurred, and Jillian's face turned from curiosity to anger.

"My mother, Jill," she chuckled, "my mother was a bitch. She wanted me to be 'normal.' She knew I harbored great power.. and she tried to execute me because of that. She wanted me to be like you. She wanted me to be infatuated with non-magical aspects of life, like love, or children, or even a home! And I was never that witch. I was never basic, and pitiful." Agatha cackled, especially at the hands which were now glaring a yellow glow. "You're pathetic. You care not for the glory, for the power you could give to yourself. If you hadn't been so selfless, you could've made a name for yourself, Jillian. Even now, we sit at this bar, celebrating something that does not matter. You are worthless, well, as far as magic goes. Your magic is dull, you've wasted away.."

The purple witch's lips fell into a pout, and she cackled again.

"Poor little.. Jill."

Jillian's hands pulled back, and yellow shot from them. Bystanders retracted from the scene, mouths open. They watched as Jillian blasted Agatha with her magic, as she attempted to kill her.

Agatha laughed, amused. Her smile grew, and she began to drain the air witch's power. Her life began to diminish, her body began to shrivel.

Jennifer looked away, shaking her head at the sight. There was nothing anyone could do.

Within minutes, Jillian had been drained. She was dead. Her body fell to the wooden floor of the bar, and many of the watchers were in tears. Agatha chuckled, as the final bits of yellow turned purple in her palm.

She flipped her hair over her shoulders, biting her lip. She glanced at Jen, who was still facing the other way. She knew the potions witch would be coming to insult her that night, so she stepped down from the chair and pursed her lips together.

The other woman turned slightly, staring at Agatha in dismay. Agatha winked, before making her retreat. The witches and non-witches around her were squirming with fear, and Agatha felt pride in that.

She opened the door to the bar, stepping out of the establishment. A long sigh escaped her body, and she looked back at the building. Her feet set in motion, bringing her towards her car. When she reached the handle of the door, she dropped the keys.

There she was.. on the other side of the car, even with her body.

Agatha's eyes locked onto the eyes of the stalker. The eye contact did not falter once. She received a small tilt of the head by the brunette, and the purple witch had opened her mouth to speak.

She was interrupted as the woman began to change, her face became bones, her figure was now hooded. The presence of this woman now made all else cold. Agatha felt a shiver run down her spine, and she looked the haunting woman up and down. Their gaze was still connected.

The purple witch bit her lip, and her breathing became erratic. She felt her heart start to race, and her chest was overwhelmed with a painful sensation.

The woman in front of her had lifted her hand, which was skeletal. In it, there was a small heart shaped bundle of roots. She squeezed the heart, and as she did, Agatha's chest got tighter.

She yelped in pain, grabbing and clawing at her upper torso.

The woman began to crush the heart, and Agatha fell to her knees, scratching at her chest, where her heart was. She whimpered, her eyes finally shutting tight. As they closed, the pain retreated. She could breathe again, and she was doing so heavily. Tears were running down her cheeks, and she groaned at the soreness of her chest.

Jennifer yelled her name, rushing up to the sight of Agatha on her knees, panting, and in pain.

Jen drove her home, cradled her, and used a potion to help her to sleep.

Agatha felt at peace, felt safe, with Jennifer by her side. She wrapped her arm around the witch, who lay asleep in her bed. The two women were together, asleep, and seemingly peacefully so.

Yet, in the dreams, or maybe the nightmares of Agatha Harkness' mind.. that strange woman.. that.. deity, well, she remained.

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rainydayathogwarts · 1 year ago

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Maneater - Jennifer Check

Jennifer may need boys to survive, but there's only one person she wants.

Warnings: Smut, Jennifer k!lls/eats a man, public sex. Also I have no idea how american football works and game tradition so ignore any mistakes.

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Jennifer picked up her phone, checking herself out in the mirror while waiting for Needy to pick up. Ugh, she was probably with that disgusting boyfriend of hers. But at least Chip made Needy happy… or at least she guessed he did. While waiting for her to pick up, Jennifer’s eyes wander to the side of the mirror, starting to observe some of the many polaroids hung up on her wall. When she sees your face smiling up at her, she groans, ignoring Needy’s confused ‘hellos’ on the other side of the line. She hangs up the phone, walking closer to the polaroid of you and her posing together with your arms around the other’s waist, grinning at the camera. Both of you had piercing white smiles and your hair shone in the blinding flash of the camera. The maneaters of the school. One more literally than the other.

And as much as Jennifer hated to admit it, she was no different to any boy in the school. She wanted you. The thought of her, one of the two most attractive girls in the school dating the second one lit something up in her. She’d have a second thing everyone else couldn’t. And that made her happy. Even though Needy was part of your little trio, it was just Jennifer who was there when you got your nose pierced and she got her belly button pierced.

The squeals of excitement on the way there and back had made her happy to be with you, even though truthfully, Jennifer would take any excuse to be around you. She thought you were beautiful even as you winced in pain when the needle went through your nose and a single teardrop rolled down your cheek. Furthermore, her attraction to you only increased when you so blindly followed the instructions of the piercer who reminded you to breathe.

Only after the piercing had been done did you look up at Jennifer with those glossy eyes and simpered so widely at her, your arms pushing your tits up as you rubbed a hand over your other arm. Disgustingly enough, Jennifer unashamedly stared at them.

If only she could actually make a move on you.

Her phone ringing brought her out of her little trance but instead of answering she picks up her keys, stepping into her shoes and leaving the house. She’d just have to tell you she was having a dilemma over what to wear at the football game tomorrow when she stops by your place just now.

Jennifer stars her car engine and turns on the radio, lightly humming along to the first song that comes up. Her fingers lightly tap on the steering wheel along with the beat and she glances up at the rear view mirror to check her appearance. She smirks at herself, flashing herself her shiny white teeth. Turning the wheel, Jennifer instead decides to park across the street rather than right in front of your house. For some reason, the usually vacant parking spot next to your car was taken. Mhm, not that it necessarily meant anything, only in this case, it did.

Jennifer closes her car door behind her, twirling a strand of her hair around a slim finger as her heels click. She makes her way up your driveway, but briefly pauses to take a glimpse up at your lit bedroom window. She pauses, takes a few steps backwards to get a clearer view through the window. You’re not alone in there.

Wisely enough, she makes the decision to get back in her car to get a better look at the scene above her. You’re wearing a pink spaghetti strap top, the lace of your bra showing underneath the straps. The thong you've put on conveniently matched your bra, as if you were trying to impress someone. Jennifer frowns, her eyes landing on your half naked companion.

Devon.

Of course, he’s one of the most popular boys in the school and your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. She could practically feel herself fuming, even more so when your hand slipped down his boxers and you separated from the kiss to let Devon moan. When you took hold of the elastic waist band of his briefs, dragging them down his thighs and letting his thick cock slap his abdomen, Jennifer decided she had seen enough. But she couldn’t help taking one last look, only to see you take his cock in your mouth. She snarled, and turned on the engine of her car once more, already making the decision that after tomorrow, he'd no longer be yours. In fact, he simply wouldn't be anymore.

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The next day after school, you sit next to Jennifer on her mattress, snacking on chips while she talks about her outfit options. She stands up, slowly pulling her top over her head and dropping it on the floor. Her bare back faced you as she rummaged through her closet and she turns around, holding up a pink crop top in her hand. Your eyes widen slightly, and you will yourself to look away from her naked breasts and towards the top. “Which one is that?” You ask her, pointing at the piece of fabric in her hand. Jennifer holds it up against her chest for you to see the cut of her top against her body.

You shake your head. “You know, I think you should wear the colour of the team right? Because isn’t everyone wearing red anyway?” You point at your own cropped maroon coloured tank top and Jennifer takes a subconscious step towards you. She drops the shirt, putting her hands on her hips. “But this dark red-ish colour doesn’t look good on me. Unlike you. It makes you look like sex on a stick.” You blush, looking at the whole situation from a third person’s perspective. Would they think she’s flirting with you too?

“Here, let me see.” You shake yourself out of the thought, walking towards your closet and looking through the options. You hoped she liked you. You bite your lip and decide that some harmless flirting wouldn’t have any negative consequences.

You bend forward, looking at the folded clothes at the bottom of her closet, putting your hands on one of the lower shelves, giving Jennifer a full view of your ass in the lace white thong you wore. Of course, the white was chosen in a conscious decision to display your ‘innocence’ that any boy in school would love to ruin. Finally, you pull out a maroon piece of fabric, only for it to be the lowest cut v-neck crop top you’ve ever seen. “I would suggest this for the getting laid but not for the game. I think you’d get cold.”

You throw the top at her and she immediately pulls is over her head, a smirk on her face. “Would you get with me if I wore this top?” You freeze for a hot second, hands immediately going to wipe themselves down on your short skirt, but instead of getting flustered, you say “Only if you’ll give it to me nice and hard.” Jennifer smiles and stands up, deciding that it is an appropriate time to head back to the school. She had no doubt that she'd be able to get you screaming in pleasure by the end of the night.

Once you’re there, you find Needy, who you instantly run towards to catch up with, engulfing her in a tight hug, and Jennifer decides to take action of her own. She makes her way outside, and licks her lips, allowing the fresh breeze to welcome her into a cool hug of her own. Luckily for her, she immediately spots her victim on the other side of the football field, leaning against the bark of a tree and makes a bee line towards him. Oh she bets he’ll taste lovely.

Devon, spotting Jennifer, puts out his cigarette on the tree behind him, and raises an eyebrow. It was not often he got to speak to both the man eaters of the school within 24 hours of each other, but he’d take any chance he got. “Don’t stop on my accord. If anything, I’ll take a hit myself.” Jennifer speaks. Devon puts on his killer smile, looking down at the lady in front of him.

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls another cigarette, lighting it up and passing it to her after taking a hit. “I was joking, I don’t smoke. This body is too hot for that. And I’d say yours is too.” She reaches for Devon’s chest, running a manicured hand down to his stomach. "I don't usually do this.." She starts, watching as Devon rolls his eyes at her previous comment. "But I've been feeling... what's the word? Horny for you lately." Jennifer's tongue pokes out to lick her lips and her hand goes lower until she can intertwine her fingers into Devon's. He grins, mindlessly allowing her to lead him deep into the forest behind the field.

He chuckles when Jennifer turns around to face him, throwing herself onto him, but he instantly returns her kiss nonetheless. God, this is going to be such a good story to tell the boys, he thinks, watching as Jennifer separated from him to palm his hardening cock. She stops for a brief moment, waiting for Devon to look up at her face again; that's when she strikes. Her pearly white teeth become long and pointy for the fleeting moment in which she attacks Devon's neck.

One lone scream for his life escapes him, and then there's only silence. The succubus inside her finds it in her to enjoy it, and after devouring him enough to sustain herself for the month, she straightens up and begins her trek to the lake nearby, wiping her bottom lip clean of blood. She cleans herself off of Devon's blood, which suitably matches her top, until there's not a single drop of blood on her. Jennifer reaches into her back pocket, just as Devon had done thirty minutes ago, and pulls out a small mirror.

She checks her reflection and licks her lips before reapplying her lip gloss. Once satisfied with her appearance, Jennifer starts her way back to the school. She hears you and Needy before she sees you. You're still together, giggling in a random classroom as you gossip in a hushed tone. Needy looks up when she sees Jennifer out of the corner of her eye and you perk up when you hear "Jen! Where have you been?" Jennifer settles down on the desk chair in front of you, turning the chair around so she could face you and says "I was looking for Devon because we're paired up for that science project but I couldn't find him so I went to the bathroom to retouch my makeup. But that's not important, what are you two giggling about?"

Before you can speak, you hear a racket in the hallway. You directly assume it's the footballers. You and Needy stand up, the obvious choice to make your ways to the bleachers, but Jennifer stays seated. You offer her a hand, which she takes, and link arms with her, pulling her close to you and whispering in her ear "There's something I should tell you. I was telling Needy about me and Devon. Something happened between us." Jennifer looks up at you from where she was staring at the ground in concentration, a look of fake surprise on her face.

For what it was worth, Jennifer was happy that you wouldn't hide the situation from her, but it wasn't enough. "What" She gasps, and the both of you sit on the nearest bench you lay your eyes on. You nod excitedly. "After we were both done with our detention with Mr. McMurray yesterday, he made a move. And we started kissing, and I invited him over. Then one thing led to another. But I have to admit, it was a little disappointing." Jennifer's brows shoot up and she gasps. "What? Isn't he supposed to be really good at sex?" You shrug, averting your gaze to where the football team was starting to warm up. "Apparently not." Jennifer puts what you think is a sympathetic hand on your thigh and you smile at her.

People start to crowd the bleachers and the non residential football team make their way onto to the field. You drown out the short speeches that always occupy the first 10 minutes of football games and wait until the whistle is blown to pay attention to the game in front of you. A while goes by when you feel Jennifer's hand slip higher up your skirt. You look up at her and she squeezes your thigh, a satisfied smile on her face. You place a hand over hers, impossibly scooching closer to her. "Jen?" You whisper, looking for any explanation she's willing to give. "Let's get out of here." She whispers back, never tearing her eyes away from the game.

Despite all the noise around you, silence falls amongst the two of you. The only rational decision to make is - of course - to agree. You stand, straightening out your skirt, and make your way back into the school building. Jennifer is right behind you, and once she catches up with you, takes your hand and leads you right out the back entrance of the school and into the forest. Of course though, in the opposite direction that she had Devon into. "We still need to get a good view of the game though. We couldn't possibly just skip it." Jennifer teases, leading you into a clearing.

You spin around, and true to her word, Jennifer had brought you somewhere with a perfect view of the football field. You were far enough that most of the noise was drowned out so you could be as loud as you wanted, but close enough to feel exposed to the entire student body sitting on the bleachers. Two cold hands land on your waist from behind you and soft lips start leaving kisses on your neck. You giggle, moving your neck to make more space for the girl behind you.

Suddenly, all touch is gone, so you follow the sound of Jennifer's shoes on the forest floor, the leaves crinkling underneath her weight. She's left wiping leaves off a tree log on the floor and sits on it, despite what insects might be on it. You jog over to her, wrapping your arms around her neck and bringing her in for a kiss that's immediately returned. Her fingers draw shapes on your thighs before travelling up your sides under your skirt and playing with the hem of your panties.

A single one of Jennifer's hands comes up to push down on your hip, urging you to take a seat on her lap - and you do. She breaks your kiss and turns you around in her lap so you're facing the field once more and she instantly has her hands on your thighs, spreading your legs wide open. Both her hands gently rub up and down the front of both your thighs as she teases you and you quietly beg "Please." You hear her chuckle behind you, her hot breath hitting the back of you neck and finally, she slowly pulls your panties down your long legs, allowing the cold air of the forest to hit you right in your core.

Chills run down your spine, and Jennifer takes that as a distraction to plunge two fingers into your pussy. "Oh-" You moan loudly as Jennifer gains a steady rhythm of massaging her long fingers deep into your cunt and her second hand slips under your top to play with your big tits. When she struggles to freely play with your nipple, her hand comes around your back, her short nails scratching at your skin teasingly and she effortlessly unclasps your bra.

"Jen!" You whimper when she removes her hand from your cunt to help in undressing your torso. Your legs snap shut at the absence of her hand, but Jennifer is quick to fix that with a sharp slap to the side of your thigh. You whimper, raising your arms up to help Jennifer remove your crop top, and then she quickly makes use of removing your bra, discarding it somewhere on the forest floor.

The cold air instantly hardens your nipples and both of Jennifer's hands come up to squeeze your tits, rolling your nipples between her nimble fingers, the hand previously inside you leaving traces of your own juices on your body. You moan again, arching your back against her as you momentarily squeeze your thighs for any bit of friction. Jennifer giggles at the look of pleasure on your face, head thrown back on her shoulder, and decides it's time to be nice to you. One of her hands continues to squeeze and massage your nipples, and her lips get to pressing kisses anywhere she can reach.

Meanwhile, her second hand traces its way back past your stomach and down to your dripping pussy. She slowly adds her fingers inside you, but is quick to increase their speed. You moan loudly, your legs squeezing around her hand and scream her name when her second hand comes down to leave a harsh slap on your clit. "Oh god Jennifer!" Your tits bounce uncontrollably at the speed in which Jennifer's hand pounds into you, her second hand working fast circles on your sensitive nub. "Jen- Jennifer!" You pant her name like a mantra as you approach your orgasm, your hands grasping at anything they can find, landing on the fabric of Jennifer's skirt underneath you.

"Cum you filthy slut. I can't believe you let me take you naked in the forest with the entire school in sight." She murmurs in your ear, the speed of her hand increasing even more until your legs start to shake and your screaming her name over and over again, your back arching against Jennifer's chest, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. She rides you through it, slowing down her hand, her second own coming back up to wrap around your torso, steadying you for when you come back down from your high. "Oh god." You mutter, looking down at Jennifer's still hand in your exposed cunt, due to your skirt riding up your waist. Your panties are at your ankles and your bra is a couple of feet away from the both of you, and you can't seem to spot your shirt.

"You're okay?" You hear Jennifer check in from behind you and you nod in reassurance, moaning for the last time when Jennifer pulls her hand out of your pussy. One of her hands stays on your thigh while the other rubs your back gently, and you shakily get back on your feet. Jennifer pulls your underwear back up and tugs your skirt down before smacking your ass. "Jen!" You yelp, turning around.

Her gaze lowers itself from your eyes to stare at your exposed tits with zero shame and she pulls you closer by the belt loops in your skirt to kiss you again. Her tongue welcomes itself in your mouth and both her arms wrap around your back, pulling you impossibly closer. She relishes the feeling of your tits pressed tightly against her and when she pulls away, she finally suggests "Honestly I think you should just stay like this." She winks at you, but you go to retrieve your bra either way. Jennifer hands you back your top and kisses you one last time.

"So we go back to my place?"

#jennifer check #jennifers body #wet and needy #needy pussy #wlw smut #wlw post #wlw blog #bi reader #bisexual #lesbian #requests are open #rainydayathogwarts

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thegildedbee · 6 months ago

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Apology/Imperfect: May 23 & 24 Prompts from @calaisreno

This latest chapter and the previous ones are here at ao3. ..................................................................................

In and of itself, the passing of time had not yet begun to blunt whatever was continuing to tear at him in losing Sherlock; in and of itself it had not offered a pathway forward. His impulse to revisit the beginning had surprised John –.he had no idea if this flight of fancy (and of his feet) would worsen his situation; although he’d wager that "worse" was not a possibility. But the impetuosity had sparked his synapses, and as he buys his ticket for the train, he knows that it is the right thing to do, even if he cannot put words as to why.

On the day after Sherlock had come into his life, the “pink lady,” Jennifer Wilson, had traveled from Cardiff to London; nearly two years later, his remembrance of her existence had prompted John to travel in reverse, allowing the train to carry him further back in time the nearer they drew to Wales. Six minutes from Paddington, as the train accelerates to its running speed of 125 miles an hour, he realizes that he has no idea what he will do once the train pulls into the station. He takes himself to task, wondering if what he’ll do is to step out on the platform, consider the whole journey a folly, check the timetables, and turn around and head back to London. He decides that he doesn’t need to decide, not yet. In two hours’ time, when he steps off the train, he can exit the station, sit down in the nearest pub, and then work out what comes next.

Already he feels as if he is more free to breathe, outside of Harry’s home, beyond Baker Street, increasingly distant from the Diogenes, and Bart’s Hospital, and Scotland Yard, moving further and further away from Charles Magnusson’s corporate high-rise and the street where Irene Adler had lived, and the Tower, the Old Bailey, and Sherlock’s grave. Within the neutral space of the moving train, within the in-between of departure and arrival, John thinks he can let go enough that it will allow him to begin to make a reckoning, loosening knots that bind him to what has been, by thinking new thoughts.

The day that Sherlock had solved the pink lady’s murder was the day that John had thrown in with him. It was the start of them being . . . something . . . to each other. A something that would become something more over time. Two mates? Best friends? A pair? A duo? Twinned? A merger? A team? A partnership? A match? A couple?

It's a complicated question, he admits to himself grudgingly, because there are two sides to it, right? Knowing the answer for one side does not automatically reveal the answer for the other. From one angle -- his -- it’s simple, because whatever it is, it just is. But the whole bloody mess is full of multiple dimensions isn’t it, tenth Doctor timey-wimey stuff. He starts to feel irritated at this line of thought, and throws up his hands. Best put this off until he gets to the pub. Best put this off until he’s been at the pub for a while – and after he’s a few pints down.

But it wasn’t just two of them, was it, he and Sherlock, although they wouldn’t know that for a while. There was a third, right at the start, although the third had thought that he was one of two. He had thought that he was at the start of . . . something . . . with Sherlock. Nothing as simple as mates or best friends or a pair; what he was after was more complex than these: A duo? Twinned? No, it would be closer to a merger, although that wouldn’t be emotionally true enough, would it?

Sherlock had been on Moriarty’s mind ever since he discovered him in the aftermath of Carl Powers’ death. He had been planning a courtship through all these years, the trainers his Rosebud, that he would lay at Sherlock’s feet. He wanted, at least early on, to be a team, a partnership – yes, that would be closer. It might have even been satisfactory if that was all that was possible from Sherlock's end; or might be satisfactory as a way station, until Moriarty could bend him to his will. Moriarty had already raced ahead: his something was as a match, as a couple.

Moriarty had been writing himself and Sherlock into a twisted fairy tale from the start. He didn’t know Sherlock as well as he might have thought; he would need access to Mycroft’s brain, and memories, and his expressive tells to compensate for both his lack of data, and his lack of a soul, unable as the psychopath that he was to feel the emotional connection that his lust for power over Sherlock craved. In the aftershocks of Jennifer Wilson's death and the Yard's summons to Sherlock, Moriarty had sent Sherlock a setpiece from The Princess Bride to play, to test his mettle: to see if he died -- and that his brain had been made of inferior stuff, and playing the game wouldn't have been worth the candle; or whether Moriarty’s hypothesis that Sherlock was worthy to be one of two with him was proven, by his staying alive, demonstrating that he possessed a mind that was laced with iocane powder.

How disappointed Moriarty must have been when he realized that Sherlock hadn't understood the reference! John smiled, wistfully, remembering: the inevitable glitch in the operation of genius, yes? That there’s always something.

But Sherlock hadn’t needed an iocane-laced brain; he had John: John could act that night as the antidote to the poison, and he had. He had played a role in the fairy tale, although not a part that was written by Moriarty, but the part that was appearing in letters across the London skyline, like magic ink when it becomes visible, written by the two of them: John and Sherlock.

Their once upon a time, which had begun the day before, ended its first chapter with John saving Sherlock by slaying a dragon.

The train surges ahead as the landscape outside the window greens, and a young mother and her son make their way down the aisle back to their seats, hand-in-hand. She listens to him with an intent expression as he waves outside the window and then to his mobile, explaining something or other about the Pokemon he’s captured. Outside, the long stretch of empty track behind them leaves evidence of the miles that have disappeared during that moment.

John had seen himself as Sherlock’s protector from the start: a soldier to protect him from harm, harm from others and harm from himself, even as Sherlock set out to protect London, with all the recklessness, brilliance, abrasiveness, arrogance, imperfection and exuberance that was embedded within his being.

But John had not been able to protect Sherlock in the last days of his life. Something had gone wrong, and while there were more contributing factors than he was sure he could count if he counted until the end of his days, he knew that some of that wrongness had been down to him. He catches glimpses when he remembers those times when he was at Sherlock’s side during the tumult of the photo calls that began with his retrieval of Turner’s Reichenbach Falls painting. He senses deep inside that he owes Sherlock an apology for the condescension he had indulged in, which obscured his view of the field of battle, leaving Sherlock alone to try and overcome the curse that Moriarty had spun around him. There's more there he needs to think about it, if he's ever going to understand what happened. He can't just skip over it; he has to go through it, and hope that he emerges on the other side.

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weeeeeekly · 25 days ago

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listen to me – jake sim x afab!reader

blurb Your friend mysterious disappears from her Halloween party, and as the good friend you are, you drive to the apartment of some random guy she left with. You, either unfortunately or fortunately, stumble upon something out-of-this-world.

info incubus!jake x human!reader ft. stayc sumin, sieun, isa (lee chaeyoung), & jay from enhypen

WARNINGS!!! NSFW, MDNI 18+ blog, dubcon/noncon since jake does influence the reader to stay, somnophilia maybe, allusion/mention of “drugging” for bad reasons, dom!reader, sub!jake, minor character deaths, swearing, reader is mean to jake, riding position (sorry it’s the only position i know how to write), use of “babe” for reader, mention of “pussy”, not proofread/edited just pure free flowing thought

this is FICTION!!!!! everything is made up by me. the stuff written out is not meant to be a representation of the people, places, or ideas mentioned. also, prob not accurate to real life counterparts – idk sex.

wc 1.7k

You were currently at your best friend Chaeyoung’s apartment for her Halloween party. You’re dressed up as Jennifer Coolidge as Fiona and Chaeyoung is Sam from A Cinderella Story.

The baby pink nightgown and matching sheer robe was bought secondhand off the internet, and you made sure deep clean and steam it. You need to smell and look good if you were going to get lucky tonight.

And you were at the point where you would fuck anyone. Literally (almost) anyone.

Your standards had been lowered substantially as your horniness levels increased substantially. It wasn’t your fault that you had been unintentionally forced into a dry spell this semester due to your internship and part time job. You were quite literally too busy to fuck.

But that was all going to change tonight. Friday, October 31st Halloween. Your bosses let you off early today due to them both having children that they were going to take trick or treating, and you had the day off tomorrow. It felt like an apology from the universe for putting too much on your plate so far.

Yes, you were angrily stewing in the corner on your phone since Chaeyoung did run away at midnight with some guy she just met at the party in true Cinderella fashion. Leaving behind a pissed you as she knew that you wanted to be at 1 AM since you work at 8 AM and it was 1:30 AM with her no where to be found.

Just great.

“Please leave a message after the tone.”

“Dude, where the fuck are you? Please send an address so I can bring you back and I can go home.”

1:30 AM

you where r u

you seriously

you ?????

you i have work in 6 hours & i want to sleep

1:35 AM

chae 1130 decelis drive

you ur alive omg

Opening up Find My for Chaeyoung’s updated location. You turn to get your car keys out of your bag, excusing yourself in the sea of people in her apartment as they throw back alcoholic drinks. Sumin and Sieun spot you from the couch and walk to you.

Sumin asks, “Where is Chae?”

“I’m going to get her right now.” You tell the duo dressed as Brianna and Gabriella, part of the group costume of A Cinderella Story.

“We’ll make sure the party doesn’t spiral out of control.” Sieun tells you.

You thank them and exit the apartment, running down the 4 flights of stairs to the parking lot.

Standing outside of whoever the fuck’s apartment, you can’t help but notice how nice the complex is. Too nice to be in your price zone. You got lucky that the set of gates were open for the holiday.

You ring the doorbell and send another text to Chaeyoung as you take notice of the immaculately decorated doorway, fake cobwebs and life size skeletons on either side of the door.

The door opens to reveal an extremely attractive guy around your age, dressed as a vampire.

“May I help you?” A thick Australian accent takes you by surprise.

“Hey, I’m here to get my friend, Chaeyoung. She’s in a white ballgown and a white mask.”

The guy nods as he not-so-subtly checks you out. “Oh her? Yeah, she’s currently busy with Jay.”

“Can I come in to get her?”

He steps aside, inviting you in. “Be my guest. I’m Jake, by the way.”

You tell him your name as you walk in. Jake closes the door behind you and points you to the hallway.

“Doors at the end.”

He walks behind you as you follow his directions. As you get closer you can hear low music behind the door, but as you raise your hand to knock, the door swings open. Chaeyoung is sound asleep on the bed and Jay is sitting up next to her, looking at you.

“She’s a little tired.” He winks at you.

“Cool. I don’t care. I’ll just carry her back to my car.”

Jay looks behind you, presumedly to Jake, but you ignore it and walk over to your friend.

Jake’s hand creep up onto your shoulders. “You should stay. Can’t you see that Chaeyoung is in deep sleep.”

You grit your teeth as you remove his hands. “I’d feel better if she was sound asleep in her own bed in her apartment. I really don’t have time for this.”

Lightly shaking Chaeyoung, you whisper. “Wake up.”

When she doesn’t stir even when you begin violently shaking her shoulders, you feel a chill creep over you. Turning to Jay, you spit out “Did you fucking drug her!”

“I didn’t drug her.”

“Oh my god, you did! What the fuck is your problem?“

“Jake.” Jay begins, but you shock him by picking up Chaeyoung. Jake stands in front of you, stopping you from leaving the room.

Your biggest mistaken was looking into his eyes – eyes that were glowing red as he began compelling you.

“Listen to me.” Your body is under his control. “Put her back on the bed and follow me to my room.”

Following his commands, you end up finding yourself in his room across the hallway. You don’t feel fully cognizant, but you know you didn’t eat or drink anything from them. You surmise that you must have inhaled something in Jay’s room; that still wouldn’t explain the glowing, red eyes.

Makeup technology has come a long way.

“Why are you doing this?”

Looking up at him, Jake smiles at you as he strokes your cheek.

“Go to sleep.”

Waking up to someone laying next to you is weird, especially when that person is Jake and you’re not at home to start getting ready for work. “You’re fucking kidding.”

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

You try to sit up, but your body won’t move – you don’t have any feeling in your limbs.

“God, I can’t believe I made you my sleep paralysis demon.”

He dramatically sighs and pretends to faint, “You think of me?”

Thankfully, you can roll your eyes. “You’re such a dick. Why can’t I move my body?”

“You’re under my spell, babe.”

Narrowing your eyes, you open your mouth to call him a “cunt”, and not in a positive cunty way, when you watch with your own two eyes as your phone floats from your bag into Jake’s expectant hand. He notices your heart speeds up at the scariness of not understanding what was happening.

“Don’t worry, babe, it’s just some borrowed demon magic.” He casually throws out as he types on your phone. “Anddd… you’re out sick for today, you’re welcome.”

“I know you’re hot and all, but if you wanted to get my number you could have talked to me normally at Chae’s party. Not do all this weird ass shit.”

“You think I’m hot?” Jake smirks.

“Don’t ignore me!”

The next thing you know, Jake is hovering above you with his hands next to your head, his eyes on your lips. “You should touch me.”

As if the so-called “demon magic” spell was broken, one hand tangles through his blond hair and your other goes over his lush lips. “You’re hotter when you shut up.”

You did think Jake was very attractive – minus all the creep energy – you’re still not entirely sure what was happening, but you did want to fuck him. “I’m in charge now.”

Flipping him over, you have both of your knees on either side of him, pinning his hands to the bed as you sat on his waist, feeling his boner. You lean down to kiss his lips. He’s an amazing kisser which shouldn’t be a surprise, but you were thankful that he knew how to use his mouth.

“You should take your pants off.”

Jake’s pants rip clean off as you help him, discarding them off to the side. He grins when you’re immediately greeted by his dick as he wasn’t wearing any boxers.

“You went commando?”

“Easy access.”

Pushing him back down on the bed, you reach into your bra for the condom you stashed in there earlier. He raises an eyebrow at you as you open the packet. “Just like you said – easy access.”

The condom is rolled onto his dick, and you waste no time lining it up to your pussy and sink down on him. Jake throws his head back in pleasure, hissing at the feeling as you let out a moan.

“Fuck, now that’s good.” You say as you begin rocking back and forth.

He lets out a groan in response as you move your lips to his ear, “We could have done this hours ago if you just talked to me.”

“Guess we should, shit, make up for, fuck, lost time. God.”

Jake’s hips buck up to meet yours as you continue riding him, enjoying the slight strain in your thighs as your knees hold his hands down.

“Can’t use your “magic” now.”

It’s like his dick was made with you in mind with the way he’s filling you right now. The pleasure is so good that you almost lose your train of thought. But if he keeps moaning underneath you like that, you might allow dumbification to take over.

So close. And you were close to cumming.

“You’re so pretty.” Jake blurts out causing you to clench around him at the compliment. “D-don’t do that or I’ll cum.”

“But I want that.” You clench around him again and make sure to slow your movements down. Jake continues bucking his hips into you and you know he’s close when his eyes screw shut.

Smiling, you reach into your bra to clutch the silver cross and slam the item down on Jake’s chest. He screams in pain as the cross touches his skin, harming the incubus. Jay slams the door open and falls to the ground when you throw the cross at him.

Removing yourself from him, you fix your dress and grab the holy water from your bag. “Now you can’t hurt anymore girls.”

Ceremoniously, you dump the flask over Jake as the incubus inside his body dies. Once Jake lays still do you check for his pulse, faint but still there, and pick up your phone. You step over Jay’s body and dumping more holy water to retrieve Chaeyoung.

“Are you done?” She asks while checking her nails.

“Yeah, now let’s get out of here. We still have 4 more to go.”

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author’s note happy halloween!!! idk what this turned into… but kinktober is officially ober for me! i wanted to write more, but life got in the way :/

anywayyyy time to focus on the inheritance, write the other one shots for december version of kinktober, & the other ideas i have

#enhypen x reader #enha x reader #enhypen smut #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #jake sim x you #sim jaeyun x you #jake sim smut #sim jaeyun smut #kinktober 2024 #let’s get fucking feral this month #please enjoy my brain rot & please reblog!!#but don’t steal this to publish as your own here or another website because that’s plagiarism & i would be upset

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