#mark is definitely his first crush or first boyfriend though

[sammaggs]

4x04 Odds // 1x16 The Blue Line | Tease

Both of Fraser’s sometimes-boyfriends like to tease him for his awkward naivety in exactly the same way, and I think that’s beautiful.

[aperrywilliams]

A Bit Rougher (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Summary: You and Spencer have been in a relationship for a little bit more than four months now, and the team doesn't know. One day, the BAU girls ask you by your mystery partner they know you have - even if they don't know who it is - and bring up a topic you are not so sure to share with Spencer yet: your kinky side in sex. What happens when the same Spencer puts a test on you on that matter?

Word Count: 6.5k (I'm not sorry)

Warnings: SMUT/18+/MDNI. Where do I start? Reader sleeps with Spencer (obviously). Talks about sex life. Mentions of tantric sex and rough sex. Mentions of some kinks like choking, spanking, and dom-sub dynamics. Clothes get ripped, Spencer calling you 'my girl' (oh God), masturbation (f receiving), fingering, kind of choking, dirty talk. Spencer does his best as a dom (soft!dom because it can't be any other way), penetrative sex, spanking, begging, more dirty talk, creampie (it really doesn't exist another word for this?), and aftercare. Spencer is the best boyfriend in the world. If I forgot something, please let me know.

A/N: This one was a request. I can't find the original message, and I don't know if the person who asked wanted their name here (I can quickly add it if they want to).

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The moment rays of sunlight peek through the curtain and hit my face, I turn to my back to avoid them, not ready to fully start the day yet.

Still half awake, half sleepy, I can feel a pair of hazel looking at me. I peek one eye open, and I see Spencer smiling at me.

"Good morning, beautiful," he rasps. And I don't know why such simple words have me blushing like a schoolgirl. Beaming, I return the greeting.

"Morning, handsome."

I get my reply with a lingering kiss on my lips, which I fully savored until a sudden thought came to me.

"What time is it? We need to get up."

Spencer, with his calm voice, shakes his head.

"It's a bit early yet. We have time. Also, you have some clothes here, so you don't need to go to your apartment before driving to work."

Smart me for bringing clothes to his apartment. It's an obvious decision, though, considering I have spent more nights here in the past weeks than in my place.

A devilish smirk makes an appearance on my face.

"So, we do have time, don't we?"

"Yes, sweetheart. We do," Spencer mumbles, scooting closer and peppering kisses on my face and then down to my collarbone.

Oh boy, this is what I call a good way to start the day.

-

How much time can you fool a bunch of the best profilers in the country, hiding your relationship with one of your coworkers? Spencer and I keep the count. The mark is set now in four months and two weeks.

It's not that we are embarrassed by what we have or anything close to that. It's just that things started so casually and naturally, and they're running so smoothly, so we want to keep it to ourselves as long as we can.

And by now? It's working.

We have also been careful about it. On our first nights together, we woke up early and went home for a shower and a change of clothes. After some weeks, we started to pack extra in our go-bag. Now, we have at least a change of clothes in each other's places. The second rule is never to get to work at the same time or on the same transportation. Spencer usually takes the metro even if I can drive and make time in the parking lot. Just one day, we did it, and we were so worked up in our making out session that we almost got caught by Morgan, who parked two cars away from mine.

Naturally, any form of PDA at work is completely off-limits. That's the toughest rule to follow. After all, we spend more time at the office and on the road than we do at home, so avoiding any kind of touch is definitely a challenge.

Despite all that, I can't help but feel happier every day as I fall deeper for Spencer. I often feel like a schoolgirl with a crush, constantly distracted by thoughts of him. Clearly, my behavior hasn't gone unnoticed, at least not by the three girls cornering me right now in the BAU kitchen.

"So, are you going to deny you're having fun these days?" Emily teases me while JJ and Penelope giggle in agreement.

"Where did that come from?" I say, intentionally diverting my gaze to the mug I'm filling with coffee.

"It's just basic observation, my dear," Penelope chimes in.

"Basic observation? I honestly don't follow you guys at all," I reply, feeling a bit overwhelmed by this unexpected Tuesday morning interrogation. This time, JJ steps forward with her evidence laid out right before me.

"We have all noticed the changes in you over the past few months—the giddy smile that lights up your face when you read a text on your phone, the new pep in your step, and how you hurry home every time we finish a case. Do I need to say more?"

"Busted!" Garcia points a mocking finger at me. I roll my eyes in fake annoyance. After all, they are completely right.

"Okay, okay. Yeah. I'm seeing a guy. Happy?" I confess, and Garcia squeals.

"Yay! We need to know everything about him."

Oh. That's dangerous territory.

JJ notices my discomfort and tries to ease it a bit.

"Penelope, I'm sure we'll know more with time. Right?" JJ looks at me, and I nod appreciatively.

"Okay. But the basics. Is the guy good?" Emily asks. A silly smile appears on my face.

"Of course he is. He's caring, fun, always attentive-" I'm about to start a rant about how my mystery man is perfect. But Emily's snort stops me at mid-sentence.

"What?"

"Emily is asking if he is good in bed!" Penelope clarifies, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Oh, Lord. What have I got into?

"Are you really expecting me to tell you about my sex life?"

The three girls nod in unison with no shame. Well, I guess I got my answer.

"Like if you haven't done it before. And for what it is worth, we all have said something about it more than once. That's why we created girls's night in the first place," Emily points eloquently, as always.

Touchè. They are right. I have said more than I would like to admit about my sex life. But now it's not that simple. We are talking about Spencer, even if they don't know it yet.

"Then? Is he good or not?"

I contemplate my answer not because I don't know what to say but not revealing more than necessary.

"I don't think good is enough to describe sex with him. The first time we slept together was amazing. The whole night was if you know what I mean. Since then, we have taken our time, savoring the moment, giving, and receiving a new part of ourselves when we do it. So, yes, sex with him is more than good."

"But it could be better," Garcia interjects, and I look at her baffled.

"How's so? Didn't I just say the sex is great?"

The three women nod in agreement, but I think I'm missing something here.

"Don't take it the wrong way, my lovely. We are really happy you are having fun and enjoying yourself," Garcia says, patting my shoulder. "But it sounds pretty vanilla to me. And it's not bad! Not at all!"

I frown, and Emily rolls her eyes, continuing Garcia's idea.

"What Penelope tries to bring here is what we talked back then about your last partner. Remember? The one who liked tantric sex?"

Oh. Yeah. I remember that one. It's not one of my finest choices, if I have to be honest. But it wasn't the guy's fault.

"Yeah. What about him?"

"You forgot how you complained about him being basically a statue? That you wanted it rough, and the guy never got the memo?" Penelope fills in, arching an eyebrow. My cheeks are flush crimson right now.

"I can't believe we are talking about this in the office kitchen," I mumble, embarrassed. "But that was different."

Emily scoffs. "What? Did you change your kinks now? What happened with the choking, the spanking, the begging, and all those things?"

"Emily Prentiss, can you please shut up? This conversation is too much for a morning in the office," I complain, shaking my head to try to cool my red face.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop. But if you are still into it - and I'm sure you are - maybe it's a good idea to share it with your partner. Healthy sex life and all that, so it doesn't happen what it did with the tantric guy."

"Well, thank you all for your concern. But I think I'm good. Now, can we please drop the subject?"

Luckily for me, the girls listened and changed the topic. By the time we leave the kitchen, I feel less embarrassed and ready to continue my paperwork.

But the conversation kept popping into my head from time to time during the day. My sexual preferences haven't changed 180 degrees, that's true, but with Spencer, it's different. I wouldn't want to bring something like that up if it's going to make him uncomfortable. Our relationship is still fresh, and I'm happy with our current sex life.

And talking about Spencer, I haven't seen him the whole morning. By the time lunchtime arrives, he doesn't come back to his desk, so I go with the girls and Morgan.

When we come back from lunch, I finally see him at his desk, concentrating on a pile of files. A smile creeps in my face. He looks so damn good with the crocked tie, messy hair, and shirt sleeves rolled up his forearms. This man has ruined me just sitting there. I'm doomed.

"Hey," I call his attention, and he turns his head to look up at me.

"Hi," he returns a smile.

"I haven't seen you around in hours. Are you okay?"

A frown appears on his face, but he brushes it off quickly.

"Me? Oh, yeah. Fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. It's just Hotch that had me checking and analyzing a pile of boxes with folders from old cases in the store office. That's all."

It makes sense. Spencer's fast reading is a blessing and a curse, and obviously, people tend to use it often in the office.

"I'm sorry, sure it wasn't a very entertaining task."

A shy smile creeps on his lips, and I have to use all my self-control not to pounce on him right now and pepper his face with kisses.

"It's okay. I'm already done, anyway. How has been your morning?"

"Oh. Mostly paperwork. As everyone. But I think I'll be done soon, too." Before continuing, I check my surroundings to ensure nobody else is listening. "Maybe we can go home early?" I suggest seductively.

The flush in Spencer's cheeks is endearing. It's like the ones I sported this morning when the girls were interrogating me. And they want me to tell this boy about my kinks? No way. I won't do that if it means he won't feel comfortable with me again.

"We could. But I'm afraid plans will have to wait," Spencer says as his gaze shifts from me to Garcia and the quick tip-tap of her heels, heading to the conference room.

Fuck. A new case.

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Don't get me wrong. I love my job. But being stuck in the middle of the desert, looking for an unsub that seems to be a ghost? And I say 'ghost' literally because we are looking for a guy who is dead for the town records. No, this is not my idea of a 'normal work day.'

It's frustrating, and not only for the lack of progress. The heat here is like hell. The AC barely works, and everyone's mood is bitchy.

We are not making any progress by now, so Hotch sends us to the hotel for the night. Once in my room, I text Spencer, not with an explicit purpose but to talk to him for a while. But he doesn't answer my texts. Is he sleeping by now? Considering he's a night owl, I found it very rare. But maybe he's drained like everyone else, so I let it slide.

In the morning, after my shower, I'm checking my phone, and I don't have any messages. Has Spencer received my texts?

I don't want to sound paranoid, but it's like something is going on. At the precinct, I barely get a hello from Spencer. Okay. Maybe it's the stress. I don't give it too much thought, either. Not when we have work to do.

And boy, we have been working hard on this one. Some clues give us hope, but we're far from catching the unsub.

In the little spare time we have between interrogations and visiting dumping sites, I try to share moments with Spencer, but it definitely seems like he doesn't want to be alone with me in the same room, even if he doesn't say it or shows signs of annoyance or animosity towards me.

I can't tell why he is so distant, but it's starting to worry me. Did I do something? And it's killing me because the more I think about it, the more I miss him. A kiss, a hug, anything from him would ease the ache I'm starting to feel.

It doesn't help that he has been choosing to wear the sexiest clothes he has in his go-bag. Those tight grey pants that accentuate his ass, those button-ups with sleeves rolled up.

We have been here for six days, and I think I'm going crazy. I have been trying to be subtle and professional. But I swear that if one more day goes by without being able to feel Spencer's touch, I don't know what I'll be able to do.

It seems heaven has listened to me because we finally managed to catch the unsub, and we're on the jet on our way home. But I'm nervous. I didn't even want to sit next to Spencer like I usually do. I don't know why. What if he wants to break up with me, and I'm just dragging things out?

What the hell am I talking about? I don't believe I'm thinking clearly here. But this week has been so odd that I don't know what to think.

Maybe when we land, I can finally talk to Spencer and put an end to my overthinking. With that in mind, I doze off for the rest of the trip.

Once the jet is down, I'm starting to gather my things when I hear Spencer rushing out, saying goodbye to everyone.

Disappointed and frustrated, I leave the tarmac.

Maybe a full night of sleep in my bed isn't a bad plan after all.

But be that as it may, fuck you, Spencer Reid.

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As if all that had happened wasn't enough, when I got to the parking lot, my car fucking didn't start. I knew I had to get it checked before.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

That delayed my arrival home for another 45 minutes.

Now, disappointed, frustrated, and with no car, I slam the door shut. The apartment is pitch black, and I have no energy to flick the lights on, so I drag myself to the bedroom. When I open the door, a yelp escapes my mouth when I see a silhouette of a man sitting in the chair I have in one corner.

I'm about to reach for my gun when the bedside lamp flicks on, and the scare turns to confusion when I see Spencer sitting there.

"What the fuck!"

"Hi," he says as if he hadn't almost scared me to death two seconds ago.

"Spencer! What are you doing here?" My voice sounds harsher than I intended, but Spencer brushes it off quickly.

"Waiting for you," he says matter-of-factly.

I'm officially confused. We were together an hour ago? He left without saying anything.

"I don't understand. The way you left the jet in such a hurry, I thought I was the last person you wanted to be with."

My words come out resentful, but I can't help it. Spencer's eyes soften. I averted his gaze as I dropped my go-bag, unholst my gun to set it on the safe, and sat at the end of the bed to remove my boots.

"Hey, don't say that. Of course, I want to be with you," Spencer says, standing from the seat and kneeling to help me remove my boots.

"I'm sorry, but it didn't show that way. You avoided me all week!"

Great, now I sound like I'm making a tantrum.

From his place where he knelt on the floor, his eyes met mine, and I don't know why suddenly I felt a shudder running down my spine.

"Sweetheart, you know we were working, weren't we?"

That condescending tone escaping Spencer's lips? It is something unexpected. But why does it make me kind of nervous? It's a type of nervousness that gives me butterflies in my stomach.

"I know! But- but then in the jet. And you left."

Why am I babbling? Since when did Spencer have looked at me with those piercing eyes?

He stands and offers me a hand to help me to do the same.

"Is my girl upset?" He asks when we are both upright.

'My girl'? That's new. Spencer always calls me by my name, a short version of it, or beautiful, or sweetheart. But thinking about it, 'my girl' doesn't sound bad at all.

"No! I'm not-"

"Oh yes, you are. Look, I wanted to prepare a surprise for you tonight, so I left in a hurry. I was thinking about a bubble bath, dinner, wine, and a movie. I even had the table done with candles ready to lit," he says nonchalantly, and I feel silly for thinking the worst scenarios all week.

"Oh," is the only thing escaping my lips.

"But now, thinking about it, maybe you don't deserve it. Not if you're questioning me like this," Spencer shakes his head in fake - I hope - disappointment.

Okay. Stop right there. What the hell is going on here? Why is Spencer talking like that? About me as 'not deserving' something? What's next? That I'm a naughty girl? - Uhm, I wonder how it could be hearing those words from his lips.-

"What? Why I-"

"Come here," he requests as now he is the one who sits at the edge of the bed and pats the spot in his lap. It doesn't sound too commanding, but sure as hell, I don't need anything more to comply. I need to know where this is heading.

As I'm at Spencer's reach, he pulls me by my wrist to land on his lap while his other hand cradles my face.

"Tell me, uh? Why are you upset?"

His voice drips like honey, and I start to feel hot here.

"I- I don't know. I just missed you, I guess."

"You guess?" He arches a questioning eyebrow.

"Yes. I mean, I do know. I have missed you," I confess, defeated. Oh yeah, now I'm the needy one.

"It helps if I say I have missed you, too?" he says, caressing my cheek tenderly with his knuckles. "I have seen you tense all week; that's why I thought I could do something special for you tonight."

I close my eyes, and for the first time tonight, I let myself enjoy Spencer's embrace.

I exhale a heavy breath as I get lost in his arms.

When I open my eyes, Spencer's are fixed on mine. But his look is not as sweet or reverent as it usually is when we are like this. No, this one is dark and raw. His pupils are fully dilated, and I feel like the breath leaves my lungs.

"Spencer-" I barely mumble.

"I know," he whispers, moving one hand to cradle my neck and bring my lips to his.

Oh God, what I have been craving for days is finally happening, and I can't stress enough how happy I am.

The kiss starts slow and sensual. But not far from that, it gets needy and messy, charged with all the pent-up emotions from the past days. If I had any doubt about Spencer's distance in the last week, this kiss quickly eased my anxiety.

My fingers go to undo the buttons of his button-up, but Spencer stops me with one of his hands, grabbing both of my wrists.

Why didn't I notice before how big and strong his hands are compared to mine? I mean, I always admired his long and deftly fingers, but this? Wow. It's new territory.

"But I want to touch you," I pout when he keeps hold of my wrists in his hand. The cocky bastard raises an eyebrow, contemplating my request.

"You will have to be patient this time and earn it, darling," he says casually, and as my eyes go wide, my jaw goes slack. These words have never come out of Spencer's mouth before. But why am I suddenly starting to feel hotter and more worked up? I blame it on sex abstinence.

"Please, I have missed you so much," I insist, trying to escape his grip to get what I want: undress him. But he doesn't budge, tsking his tongue.

"I already told you. You need to earn it. To my knowledge, only good girls get what they want, and I don't think I'm wrong, do I?"

Jesus Christ! I had never heard Spencer say 'good girl' before, and I'm sure now I'll be addicted to hearing it every chance I get.

"Spencer, please. I'll do anything. I promise. I want to be a good girl. I want to be your good girl."

Spencer's smirk tells me he likes my response, and I'm not at any ounce ashamed of sounding desperate.

He maneuvers me so that I am now on my back on the mattress. I watch his every move intently, and I get lost in his gaze, which screams lust and desire.

He kneels between my spread legs, staring at me intently as his hands move to the edges of my blouse. Just when I think he's going to work on unbuttoning it, he grabs it and rips it open.

A yelp escapes my lips at the raw sound and the view of buttons flying. Spencer doesn't seem fazed by his display of caveman style. And me? I won't mind if he rips all my clothes right now. His hands go to caress my breasts over the fabric of my bra. And then pull it down to free the skin. The cool air quickly stiffens my nipples.

Spencer leans down to suck one of them, twirling the other one with his fingers. A moan escapes my lips at the pleasure his touch is giving me.

"You like that, uh?" he mumbles, still with his mouth sucking and lapping.

"Yes!" I say, as my hands fly to his hair so I can ground myself in something.

After giving enough attention to both of my nipples, he helps me to get rid of the fabric of the ruined blouse and my bra. Now his mouth is sucking a hickey under my jaw, and I feel like I can faint of how aroused I am. One of his hands goes south and stills at the button of my work pants. His breath is hot in my ear.

"I'm going to take care of you. If I do something you don't like, just say it, okay?"

That's a sliver of the Spencer I know, and I can't even think of something this man can do to me that I wouldn't like.

"Okay," I manage to blurt when his fingers work on my pants, leaving me clad only in my panties in a matter of seconds.

Under his intense gaze, I feel exposed, but I also feel safe. There is no place where I would rather be right now.

"You're gorgeous. You know that?" Spencer says, trailing feather touches on my skin aflame with desire. "You don't know what you do to me, do you? I barely can control myself," he continues his praises, thumbs toying with the waistband of my panties.

I'm about to combust.

"Spencer, please."

"What is it, my girl?" he asks, kissing my neck as his fingers slide down my legs, removing the soaked fabric that used to cover my most intimate part.

"I - I need more."

"Are you already desperate for me?"

I can feel how his fingers trace soft patterns in the skin between my thighs, explicitly avoiding the spot where I need him the most.

"Yes! I am. I - I can't-"

I don't even care if I sound coherent at this point. I'm already so turned on and desperate that I can't be bothered by my lack of speech. Spencer still doesn't budge, though.

"I know you want to beg. And I know you can do better than that."

Oh God. I don't know how Spencer's words manage to make me more aroused, but they do.

"I need you," I croak, eyes pleading him to take me. I can feel his fingers ghosting my throbbing clit.

"I need you, sir. Please. You can use me whatever you want, but please, touch me!"

What the fuck? I just called Spencer' sir' and offered my body explicitly to him to use. And the bastard doesn't even flinch? Who is this guy in full control, and who am I acting like a pathetic submissive?

I don't have the answers, but honestly, I don't care. Did he want me to beg? If this isn't begging, I don't know what it is.

"I know you do, baby. Do you think I didn't notice how needy you have been all week? How have you tried to get my attention all these days?" Spencer's voice drops almost two octaves as his finger finally starts rubbing circles on my clit.

Just feeling his touch makes me whimper pathetically.

His lips ghost in my ear, and I can feel his breath heating the spot before his teeth nibble my earlobe.

A mewl leaves my mouth, and if I wasn't soaked before - which I was - now I'm dripping.

"Tell me, this is what you wanted?" His voice is commanding but feels like honey leaking on my body.

"Yes! Please, don't stop."

His movements are deliberate and precise, and when he buries a finger into my core, I can feel the coil in the pit of my lower belly beginning to form. My moans increase in number and volume.

"So needy, my sweet girl. Like that? That's how you want me to touch you?" Spencer coo as he watches me tremble under his touch, adding a new finger to fuck me.

His ministrations continue, but his free hand moves slowly from my cheek down to my neck, caressing the exposed skin with his thumb.

"Or maybe you want me to touch you like this?"

A mewl escapes my lips when he poses his open palm over my throat, not squeezing but seizing how much of my neck he would be able to cover with his huge hand.

"Yes! Please, do it. Please Spencer," I babble, feeling my orgasm closer and closer. And he complies. Applying the minimal pressure in my throat is enough to highlight all of my senses. That, plus the way his ring and middle finger pound in and out of me and his thumb toy with my clit at the same time, sends me to the edge.

"Spencer!" I scream as my climax washes over me.

I don't remember having an orgasm like this in a long time. My vision blurs and I feel like I'm floating on a cloud of pleasure that I don't want to come down from. I can hear Spencer's encouraging words in the distance as he helps me ride my orgasm.

"That's it, my girl. You did so good for me. See how good I can make you feel?"

With hooded eyes, I see Spencer sucking clean the fingers that were fucking me seconds ago.

"You taste amazing. I'll never get tired of it," Spencer says, with a satisfied grin on his face.

Still dizzy, I gesture for him to come closer. When he does, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for the most passionate kiss my current post-orgasmic state will allow. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it is like my sex drive reminds me I want more. I need more.

"Please, fuck me," I mumble between kisses, and I can feel the smirk forming on his lips.

"I just did that," he states when we part from the kiss. "Are you being ungrateful?" Is he joking? I hope he does, but I won't take the chance of not having his dick in me tonight.

"No, baby. I'm thankful for the way you have touched me tonight, but I want you to feel good, too."

Spencer looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Is that so? Are you willing to do what I want to make me feel good? It's not only for your benefict?"

"Yes! Whatever you want. I'm yours. Take me the way you want to do it. Whatever you want to give me."

I don't know at what moment I became this kind of submissive, but if I have to beg again to have Spencer inside me, I will do it without complaining. And considering he's still fully clothed, I don't know what kind of plan he has right now.

"On your elbows and knees."

It's simple, and the moment the words leave his mouth, I move quickly to obey.

Unfortunately, from this position, I can't see Spencer, but I can hear him undressing. When I listen to him undoing his belt buckle, I have to do everything in my power not to rub my thighs together in search of some friction. And Spencer notices.

"I can bet you're dripping again. Don't you?"

The anticipation is killing me. When I feel the mattress dip with Spencer's weight, I can't stop the mewl that leaves my lips. It doesn't help when he presses his body to mine, and I can feel his hard cock pressing my ass.

"Can you feel what you do to me? I want to fuck you so bad. I want to ruin this pussy." Spencer's voice is husky and low, almost predatory, and I can't wait to feel him.

While we've used dirty talk before, I think this is the first time I can feel it coming naturally from Spencer. I'm usually the one with the filthy mouth.

When I feel his tip teasing my entrance, I instinctively push my ass back, gaining a laugh from Spencer.

"Be patient, once inside there is no coming back." Before I can say anything in reply, I feel him push his cock between my folds, and the stretching is painfully delicious.

"Oh, fuck!" I yelp as I hear Spencer hissing when he bottoms it out. He is still there, grabbing my hips to keep me from moving.

"So warm. So tight. Made for me," he mumbles, leaning to kiss my shoulder blades.

"Just for you, it was made for you," I agree, in a new state of pleasure and urging him to move. Spencer pulls back almost completely, only to thrust hard again, setting a slow but deep pace.

"That's my girl, taking everything I give her. You wanted this, didn't you? I know you do. Fuck! So good for me."

Another thing I'm not used to is Spencer being a talker during sex. I mean, yeah, he's very vocal, moaning, whining, cursing, and so am I, but his words are now taking me there faster than I expected.

"Spencer, yes! Don't stop, please!"

"I won't, baby, I won't. Not when this pussy tighen me like this."

His pace quickens, and in the room, you can only hear the sinful sounds of skin hitting skin, our moans, and the dirty words escaping Spencer's mouth.

"Spencer, please, harder," I beg to him. I don't know why, but I want to go to my limit, and I trust Spencer. I need it. He's quick to deliver, and with every thrust, I'm entering into a new space of ecstasy.

He is pounding me harder, and my broken moans are testimony to the brutal pace he leads. I can feel him hitting in all the right places.

"Like that?" He asks, panting in my ear.

"Y-yes."

"I can't hear you, darling," the bastard demands, not faltering his thrusts.

"Yes! Fuck, yes! Like that! Oh, fuck-"

My voice cracks when I feel a sharp smack in my ass.

And I can't stress enough how good it feels and how it helps the ball forming in my lower belly to grow.

"What a sight. You should see how my fingers are red imprinted on your skin," Spencer says, amazed with his doing, not ever slowing his thrusts, and I can feel closer to a new earth-shattering orgasm.

"We need to even the score, right baby?" I can't even catch what he's talking about when I feel a new smack in my other ass-cheek. And then I lose it. I'm teetering to my end, and I need Spencer to fall with me.

"Spencer, I'm so close. Please, I need-"

"Are you going to come? That's what you're trying to tell me?"

"Yes! I need to cum, please-"

"I'm right there with you, my girl. Come on, cum on my cock. Show me how you fall apart because of me."

And I did. My orgasm crashes me like a freight train, screaming Spencer's name once and again until my throat goes dry. He keeps his pace, chasing his own end, and after three deep thrusts, he stills, and I feel him spilling inside of me, grunting as he does so. The feeling almost makes me cum again.

We stay in that position for a few moments, him inside me and trying to catch our breath. I feel like I'm out of this world, savoring the post-orgasmic euphoria of the best sex of my life.

Spencer pulls out, and I hiss at the loss of him. Carefully, he helps me turn over and lie down to rest my back on the mattress. I close my eyes, regulating my breathing, content and completely satisfied.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asks me, but I'm still lost in the haze of pleasure. I can barely acknowledge the moment he goes to the bathroom to bring a warm cloth to clean me up.

"Uh? Yeah. Amazing." My words escape before I can process them, but I'm not lying. And I can feel the tons of endorphins running in my brain right now.

"Are you sure?" Spencer checks again. And because I'm more alert now, I can see his worried eyes.

A tired smile forms on my lips as I turn to the side and bring a hand to his cheek.

This man just has fucked me senseless, and now he sees me with those panicked eyes as if he had broken me. And maybe he did, but in the best way possible.

"I'm fine, Spencer. I'm more than fine, actually. That was something else," I confess, caressing his jaw. He lets out a breath of relief, and his cheeks turn a shade of pink.

"So you liked it?"

"Liked it? Did you just forget how I was screaming your name just minutes ago?" A satisfied chuckle escapes Spencer's lips. "But I need to know something," I prompt, propping myself on one elbow to have a better view of Spencer's face.

"What is it?"

"Where did this idea come from? It's not like you woke up one day and said, 'Next time, I'm going to choke her and spank her,' right?"

"Well, yeah. It wasn't that kind of spontaneous idea, even though I have thought about it before," Spencer looks at me sheepishly.

"Yeah? Well, then?"

"I heard you. Talking with the girls the other day at the BAU's kitchen." I narrow my eyes, trying to pinpoint the exact moment, and when recognition washes over me, my entire face flushes.

"Oh, God."

"I know I did wrong. It wasn't a conversation for me to hear, but you were talking about your mystery man, and I - I don't know, curiosity got the best of me."

Spencer looks apologetic, and I feel kind of embarrassed right now. It's funny for two people that minutes ago were fucking like there is no tomorrow.

"Don't apologize. It's my fault for spilling those kind of things in the office kitchen." Wait a minute. "From what part you heard?" Spencer purses his lips in thought.

"The part when you admitted seeing someone."

"So you heard when I said I was happy with our sex life, right?" He nods. "Why did you feel compelled to try something different, then? I'm not complaining at all, but I don't want you to feel obligated to do something because of me."

Spencer shakes his head. "I don't feel obligated. I wanted to. But can I ask why you didn't tell me what you liked before?"

That's a valid question, and I don't want to make him feel like I don't trust him because it is not like that.

"It's just- I mean, I love what we have. And I'm falling for you even more each day. I don't want to lose that, and I thought maybe I would have made you uncomfortable saying those things. I didn't want that."

Spencer's eyes glisten with warm understanding. How could I have doubted that he would comprehend? One of his hands goes to push back a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"I love what we have, too. And you won't lose this or me if you share those things with me. I know I'm not the best example of a sharing person, but I'm learning to do that with you. And I want you to be happy and satisfied in this relationship."

"I really am. Seriously!" I quickly reply. God forbid Spencer from thinking I'm not happy and satisfied because it's far from the truth.

"And I'm happy to hear that. But there is no harm in experiencing new things, right?" He says, caressing my cheek.

"You really mean it?" Spencer nods and chuckles.

"It's not an altruistic offer, you know? I pretty much enjoyed what we did tonight." Only remembering what we did minutes ago brings a wide grin to my face.

"Sure you did. Okay. We can keep trying things. One condition, though."

"Name it," Spencer states, opening his arm for me to scoot closer to his side, which I happily do.

"I want you to choose the next kink to explore," I request, glancing up at him to gauge his reaction.

With narrowed eyes, Spencer is contemplating his answer. After a few seconds, his lips turn into a mischievous smirk, and he looks back at me.

"Have you heard about temperature play?" he asks, and I immediately bit my lower lip in excitement.

What can I say? This man is full of surprises, and I'm the lucky one who will experience all of them. I can't wait.

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Yoongi Fic Recommendations

a - angst f - fluff s - smut

part 2

Series

In the Margins (a s f) by @bonvoyagenoona ⊹₊⋆ You weren’t sure what he would look like. His writing made you think of a cabin nestled among tall pines, a well-worn cardigan, a scotch neat, and a wistful wisp of smoke seeping into the air from the bowl of an unattended tobacco pipe. What stands before you now is a studio apartment in the city, cigarette butts, coffee stains, and a scowl. There’s definitely been a mistake.

Fix You (f a) by @casuallyimagining ⊹₊⋆ When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?

desolate (a f s) by @angelicyoongie ⊹₊⋆ you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

One Shots

Set Me Free (a f) by @casuallyimagining ⊹₊⋆ Tired of being told how to live his life and unsure of where he stands in the world, Yoongi--your soulmate--yearns to be free. When you give him what he wants, it causes a rift in your relationship that seems irreparable. 12 years later, you find him back in your life. Can you mend your relationship? Do you even want to?

back-burner (a f s) by @yoonpobs ⊹₊⋆ sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

Love Language (a s f) by @gukslut ⊹₊⋆ Your boyfriend obviously loves you, but his silence has you questioning if he *wants* you. If you could only get past your damn insecurities maybe you could appreciate what you have.

27 Phone Numbers (f) by @bxebxee ⊹₊⋆ Yoongi has gone through twenty-seven phone numbers over the last ten years, and you haven’t changed yours since high school. 

sweetner (f s) by @taegularities ⊹₊⋆ You used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn't reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.

One Chance (f) by @out-of-jams ⊹₊⋆ A musical genius, a guy with a bad reputation, your assigned partner for your final project. And the last thing you ever would have expected.

Seasons Change (a s) by @taetaesbaebaepsae ⊹₊⋆ Min Yoongi and you, through the seasons, break up and come back together. Nobody said love was easy.

All That Holly, Jolly Sh*t (a f s) by @daechwitatamic ⊹₊⋆ You haven’t seen or heard from Yoongi since he broke your heart five years ago, laying out a logical list of reasons why you were better off breaking up. When a Christmas Eve blizzard traps you together for the night, you have no choice but to examine how few of those reasons are still true. And if they’re not… where does that leave you?

Now We Reign (a s f) by @oddinary4bts ⊹₊⋆ when working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?

take five (a f) by @jiminrings ⊹₊⋆ you're min yoongi's nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out - he never said anything about accepting though.

The Final - Day 02 (s) by @yoongiofmine ⊹₊⋆ You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?

hello soulmate (f) by @bluemari23 ⊹₊⋆ your first day on the job doesn't turn out the exact way you envisioned

Sugar Rush Ride (s) by @lo1k-diamonds ⊹₊⋆ You produced a song based on your hidden desires for your fellow producer and promised yourself that tonight, things would change. You were done pining after him, but then he arrived at the listening party.

fuck being friends (a f s) by @strawberrynamjoon ⊹₊⋆ as if watching the guy you were hopelessly in love with hook up with another girl each weekend wasn’t enough, he also happened to be your best friend, making things extra complicated. and it only gets worse and worse once he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party one night.

Take One (s f) by @untaemedqueen ⊹₊⋆ There are three things which Yoongi was certain of. One, he was a big star in his field of work. Two, he had a huge cock, one to rival many of the largest names in his industry. Three, he can only find pleasure these days in written word. 

Illicit Favors (f s) by @yoongiofmine ⊹₊⋆ When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

Bet On It (s) by @minisugakoobies ⊹₊⋆ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

subscribed (s f) by @aquagustd ⊹₊⋆ you find out that youtube isn’t the only site he uses to satisfy his subscribers. what do you do with that information?

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Ａｔｔｒａｃｔ】 - Part Thirteen

Pairing: Mohawk!Mark Grayson x f!Reader

Warnings: Mark definitely is starting to let his crazy show - so possessive/toxic behavior

Tags: Angst

Word Count: 2,857

Chapter Synopsis: Emily has to give you The Talk™ about toxic relationships as Mark’s behavior starts to spiral.

a/n: appreciate everybody's feedback on my poll from last night!! glad to hear the majority of people are wanting this to keep going with me - i do *vaguely* have an idea for how i'd want it to end but, y'know, how we get there is a whole other conversation lmao

Part Twelve

It happened between classes.

You’d just peeled Mark off you long enough to grab a snack from the student union—he’d insisted on coming with, of course, because “there’s creeps on this campus”—when Emily finally cornered you.

Like, physically. One second you were reaching for a vitamin water, the next, Emily had spun you gently by the elbow and tugged you just out of earshot.

Mark was still in view. Still watching. He was leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on you like a trained predator in a college hoodie. The tension in his shoulders only relaxed when you looked back.

Emily waited a beat. Then crossed her arms. “Okay,” she said, voice low. “So, uh, not to be the Greek chorus in your feral love story or anything, but… can we talk?”

You blinked. “Sure?”

She hesitated, like she was trying to pick the words that were least likely to get her vaporized by your boyfriend. “I know he’s hot,” she began, “and like, very feral. And says things like he’d fight a black hole for your smile—”

“He would,” you said automatically.

Emily nodded, exasperated. “Exactly! That’s kind of the point! He’s obsessed, babe. Like, full tilt. You’re his reason now. Which I know seems sweet but, that’s a lot of gravity for one person, y’know?”

You glanced past her at Mark, who—upon sensing the briefest dip in your attention—tilted his head with laser focus, brows furrowed like he was trying to decide whether to interrupt.

You looked back at Emily. Soft. Sure. Not even a flicker of hesitation. “Yeah,” you said. “I know.”

Emily blinked. Once. Twice. Then she tilted her head. “Do you, though?” You frowned, confused.

“What do you mean?”

She let out a slow breath and looked down at her shoes, like she was wrestling with something heavy. “You know that guy I told you I dated last year? Nate? Worked at the rock wall?”

Your eyes sparked with recognition. “The one with the thing about protein powder?”

Emily snorted. “Yeah. That one.” She was quiet for a moment, then met your eyes—steady now, serious in a way she rarely ever was. “He was obsessed with me.”

You got a bit stiffer.

“I thought it was cute at first. He showed up with coffee. Memorized my class schedule. Carried my bag. Always knew where I was.” Her voice was soft, but the memory made her face tense. “I didn’t even notice how weird it got. Not until I tried to go somewhere without him. Tried to get some space.”

You didn’t say anything.

“He lost it,” she continued, shrugging one shoulder like she could shake off the ghost of it. “Started showing up at my shifts. My friends’ dorms. Told me it was my fault, that I made him that way. That he couldn’t function without me.”

You listened, doe eyed.

“I had to block his number. Report him. And even then, for months after, I felt like I had to keep looking over my shoulder.” Emily’s voice didn’t waver. She wasn’t telling you this to scare you. She was telling you because she cared. “Now imagine that—times a thousand.”

You pursed your lips.

“Because your guy?” she nodded toward where Mark still stood across the way, arms folded and eyes tracking you like a hawk. “He’s obsessed and Invincible. Do you understand what that means?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “I mean… yeah. He’s—strong.”

“No,” she cut in, gently but firm. “Not strong. Not ripped. Not intense. I mean… he could crush someone’s skull like it was a soda can. He could punch a hole through a building. He could wipe an entire block off the map just by a miscalculated landing.”

You felt a prickle of something cold slide down your spine.

Emily took a step closer, voice soft but urgent. “Do you get that? Like really get it? He’s not just powerful—he’s limitless. If he lost it, if he snapped… no one could stop him.”

You didn’t look at Mark now. You didn’t have to. You could still feel his presence across the room like heat on your skin.

“I’m not saying he’s gonna hurt you,” Emily added quickly. “God, I hope to hell he never would. But obsession? Possession? That’s a fragile line, babe. And guys like that…” She hesitated. “They don’t break. They break things.”

A silence settled between you. And then—quietly, honestly—you said, “I know.”

Emily searched your face, like she was still trying to find some crack in the understanding. Some sign you weren’t seeing the whole picture.

“I’m serious,” she whispered. “It doesn’t take evil to do damage. Just too much love. Too much fear. One bad day. One wrong word. And someone ends up bleeding in a parking lot.”

Your throat felt tight.

“Now imagine that person’s made of steel,” Emily said. “And imagine he thinks losing you is the same thing as losing everything.”

You were still staring at her, those words—he could wipe a block off the map—echoing in your head, when a shadow fell over your shoulder.

“Everything okay?” His voice was low. Controlled. Too controlled.

You turned, and there he was right behind you, his hand ghosting the small of your back. His posture was stiff, like he was holding himself in place by sheer force of will.

You lit up like always, completely unaware of the tension crackling under his skin. “Yeah, of course. Just having some girl talk.”

Emily looked at you with softened eyes, then hardened immediately when she glanced at Mark. She didn’t say anything, just gave him a look. A clear, pointed warning.

“I’ve got another class,” she sighed, slinging her bag over one shoulder. “See you tonight, okay?”

You nodded, and Mark just stared. When she disappeared around the corner, the silence between you and Mark stretched.

He didn’t look at you right away. Just watched the space where Emily had been like he was still listening to something you couldn’t hear. Then, finally, almost too casual, he says, “I think you should get a different roommate.”

You blinked. “What?”

Mark shrugged, shifting his weight, but his fingers tightened slightly against your back. “I just… I don’t think she’s a good influence. She doesn’t really get you.”

You tilted your head, confused. “What are you talking about? she’s my best friend. She’s funny, and she looks out for me, y’know? Kind of protective—”

His eyes flicked down to you, dark and unreadable. “You don’t need protecting. That’s what I’m here for.”

You smiled, trying to brush it off. “Exactly. So what’s the problem?”

Mark didn’t answer right away. His thumb brushed your spine like a reflex, like he was soothing himself more than you.

“I don’t like the way she talks about us,” he said quietly. “Like I’m some kind of threat. Like I’d ever hurt you.”

You paused—just barely—but he noticed it. Had he been listening to your conversation?

When you didn’t answer fast enough, he leaned in, voice softer now, more intimate. “Maybe it’d just be better if we had our own place. You’d get more sleep. More space. I could take care of you without her butting in all the time.”

You frowned, something about the way he said take care of you setting off a quiet little alarm in the back of your head.

“Mark…” you started, careful.

But he was already cupping your face, already smoothing your hair back like you’d agreed without saying anything. “Just think about it,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours as his thumb brushed over your cheek. “We could fall asleep in the same bed, every night... Wake up slow... I’d cook you breakfast—burn half of it, probably—but I’d try. For you, I’d try.”

You gave a soft little laugh, and his smile deepened, all fondness and fake innocence. “I’d learn how to make your coffee exactly the way you like it. You’d steal all my hoodies. I’d walk around half-dressed just to distract you while you study.”

“Mark—” you laughed again, cheeks warm now, a little dazed.

He moved in closer, his lips brushing against yours. “I’d keep you safe. Always. You’d never have to lift a finger if you didn’t want to. Just let me take care of you. Like you deserve.”

Your pulse stuttered.

The earlier unease was still there—lingering like a shadow—but it dulled under the way he looked at you now. Like you were sacred. Like you were home. Like he’d crawl through fire if it meant he could brush your hair behind your ear just one more time.

“You really want all that?” you asked, voice soft.

Mark leaned his forehead to yours, breathing you in. “I want you. However I can have you. But if you gave me that?” He kissed the corner of your mouth, tender, reverent. “I’d never let you go.”

There was something in the way he said it. A deeper note beneath the sweetness—one you didn’t quite catch. You just smiled, humming a light sound that made him hold you tighter.

“Oh yeah?” you teased softly, nudging your nose against his. “Maybe once I graduate and land my dream job, we can get a nice place together. You know—two bedrooms, maybe a backyard. Definitely a dog.”

Mark went still for a beat.

You laughed like it was nothing, like it was just pillow talk made in daylight. “A big dumb one,” you continued to muse. “Something that knocks over mailmen and eats socks.”

He was still looking at you, but it wasn’t quite a laugh he gave back—it was quieter. Something deeper. “Yeah,” he said finally, voice low. “A dog.”

You giggled again, not even noticing the way his eyes never left yours. “I’ll spoil him rotten. He’ll love me more than you.”

“He’ll love you. Of course he will.” You smiled, leaning into him with a content sigh. You didn’t see the way his eyes cut across the quad. The way they narrowed.

You didn’t feel the way he clenched his jaw when he spotted a guy yards away glance a little too long in your direction.

You didn’t see it.

But he did. The guy didn’t even know he’d looked at you. Just some sophomore in a ratty varsity jacket, tossing a football to a friend across the lawn. You weren’t even the one he was aiming for. But his eyes skimmed you. Lingered half a second too long.

That was enough.

Mark didn’t move right away. His arm was still around you, his chest still warm where your cheek rested against him. But his whole body had shifted—just slightly. A subtle straightening of his spine. A twitch in his jaw. That still, dangerous quiet that only came before a storm.

You felt his grip flex against your waist, gentle but firm, and for a second it felt like nothing. Just a small squeeze. Comforting. Reassuring.

But Mark was looking past you. Past the trees. Past the crowd. Straight at the boy who had already turned back to his game like he hadn’t just unknowingly pissed off a demi-god in sweatpants.

“Hey,” you said, voice light, hand brushing against his chest. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

His gaze broke. It took effort—like he had to pull himself away from the target. But he did. Slowly. Eyes falling back to you, softening instantly.

“Nothing,” he said, brushing a knuckle down your cheek. “Just… thinking.”

You gave a curious hum. “About what?”

A beat. Then: “You.” You smiled. God, you were so easy to disarm when he said it like that.

But something in his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

—

That evening, Emily didn’t say anything when you came back to the dorm with Mark trailing behind you. She just glanced at him, then at you, and then made a silent decision to go study in the common room.

Mark barely noticed.

He was already pulling you into your bed, curling around you like armor. You barely managed to change into pajamas before he was tucking the blanket around you both with a kind of military precision, like the rest of the world didn’t exist unless it was this bed and you inside it.

Pesto chirped from the windowsill. Mark didn’t even flinch. “Not tonight,” he said flatly. Pesto stared.

You yawned into his chest. “Are you mad?”

He paused. His voice, when it came, was soft. “No.” But he didn’t elaborate.

You let yourself drift, still feeling the warmth of him, the steady thump of his heart under your ear. But you couldn’t quite shake the weight of Emily’s words from earlier.

They don’t break. They break things.

“You’d never hurt me… right?” You didn’t mean it as an accusation. Not really. Just a sleepy, half-murmured question, floating up between the folds of his arms and the soft warmth of the night.

But the second the words left your mouth the mood changed. Mark went still. Not his usual still, either. Not that calm, gentle quiet you’d come to associate with him when he was relaxed. This was different. This was rigid. Like you’d just pulled a pin from a grenade without realizing it.

His arms around you didn’t tighten. Didn’t shift. They just froze—tense, unmoving, like he’d forgotten how to breathe. You blinked, your sleep-fuzzed brain starting to catch up. “Mark?”

He didn’t answer at first. His jaw clenched, and he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes wide and dark and too awake now. Something flickered behind them—panic, almost. Disbelief.

“…Why would you ask me that?” he said, and his voice wasn’t angry. Not sharp. It was scared.

You straightened instinctively, suddenly alert, reaching up to touch his face. “Hey. I didn’t mean it like that. I just—”

“Who said something to you?” It came out fast. Too fast. His fingers curled around your wrist—not rough, but firm. Desperate. “Did someone tell you to ask that? Did someone put that idea in your head?”

“No one—Mark, slow down—”

His grip dropped instantly, like he’d just realized he was holding on too tight. His hands hovered midair for a second before pulling away completely. He stood, backing off the bed in one fluid motion, pacing the small dorm room like he couldn’t sit still. Like he was too full of motion to contain.

“I’d never hurt you,” he said through tight teeth. “Never. You know that. You know that.” You sat up, the blanket pooling around your waist, watching him.

“I do. I do know that.”

“Then why ask?” he demanded, voice cracking around the edges. “Why—” He stopped short, running both hands over his head, chest rising and falling like he couldn’t get a full breath.

There was something raw in him now. Splintered. Like just the idea that you could be afraid of him had yanked something loose. “I just meant—” you started softly, but he cut you off.

“Emily,” he said, and this time it wasn’t a question. You hesitated. He scoffed—more hurt than angry—and turned away again. “She doesn’t know me. She doesn’t get what this is.”

“She’s just worried,” you said gently. “She’s seen some stuff—she’s not trying to tear us apart—”

“She thinks I’m dangerous.” You paused. He looked back at you now, eyes wild and vulnerable and sharp all at once. “She thinks I’m a threat. That you’re not safe with me.”

“I am safe with you,” you said quickly, standing now too. “I trust you. That’s not—”

“Then why did you ask?” he said again, and this time it was quiet. Barely above a whisper. He wasn’t asking to be accusatory. He was asking like someone who’d just felt the ground shift beneath his feet.

Like you were his foundation. And someone had just cracked it.

You stepped forward slowly, reaching for his hand. He let you take it. Clung to it, even. Like a lifeline. “I asked because… because I’m not stupid,” you said softly. “Because I’ve seen what you can do. I know how strong you are. And yeah, maybe it scares other people. But not me. Not really.”

His eyes searched yours, frantic.

“You’d never hurt me. I believe that. But I also know you could. And that matters too.” His breath hitched. “I don’t think love is ignoring that. I think it’s being honest about it. Not pretending.”

Mark’s face crumpled slightly—just for a moment. Like something cracked under the weight of that. He stepped into you, wrapped both arms around you like he was scared you might evaporate, and tucked his face against your neck.

“I wouldn’t survive it,” he whispered. “If I ever hurt you. I wouldn’t survive it.” He didn’t let go for a long time. And when he finally pulled back, there was something heavier in his eyes. Softer. Sadder. “Let me stay tonight,” he said. “Please.”

How could you ever say no?

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Part Fourteen

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OMG im obsessed with the fic with Cora and Doffy X Reader! i was wondering if i could request just Corazon X Reader? im absolutely crazy about the idea of sweet Cora having those repressed sadistic urges, and his struggle with wanting to be soft and kind, but cant help liking the darker and meaner, its just. UGH SO GOOD

Maybe the reader could have picked up on that a bit and is teasing him into giving in to those urges (which they're totally into lol)

Also i love your fics sm! keep up the great work <3

✧.* art credit!

➤ pairing: donquixote rosinante (corazon) x gn!reader

➤ word count: 1.3k

➤ warnings: dom!corazon, possessive!corazon, dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), praise kink, established relationship, fem reader

RIGHT ITS SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT!!! we barely know anything about cora outside of what law experienced and we'll probably never find out more so.... character interpretation!

my first draft of this had a paragraph where the reader acted bratty to try to coax out his mean side and he almost starting crying.... i took it out because i couldn't do that to him (ㅠ‸ㅠ)

this ended up being pretty similar to the other fic (read here) but i hope you like it!

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Corazon was the sweetest man you’d ever met. Sure, he was a master of deception – hiding his Devil Fruit powers and tricking his brother into trusting him was definitely not an easy feat. His anger issues could use some work, even though the reasons behind his outrage were always justified. But his loving personality and strong sense of morality were very real.

He never doubted your kind heart, either. You had joined the Donquixote Family simply because you had no other options, and dealing with his crazy older brother was better than starving on the streets. Corazon was able to relax around you, be silly and affectionate without being judged by his cold-hearted coworkers, and finally speak after long stretches of staying silent.

But there was more to him.

Doflamingo seemed to be the black sheep based on what little you knew about the biological Donquixotes. A rare case of madness in an otherwise well-intentioned family. However, the brothers still shared the same genes and the same horrific childhood. And even though Corazon never discussed his experiences in the Navy, he certainly witnessed terrible things that still weighed on his mind.

Your boyfriend tried his best to keep any deep-rooted darkness away from you, but it was unhealthy for him to repress every negative emotion. You wanted him to feel comfortable around you. He didn’t need to be an angel all the time.

One time, the eternally clumsy blonde almost fell trying to hover above you in bed. Not wanting to crush you with his ten-foot tall body, he caught himself by grabbing your arm. Hard. You squeaked in surprise and he immediately apologized, but dark blue fingerprint-shaped bruises stained your skin by the end of the night.

Early the next morning, when he thought you were still asleep, he lightly traced the marks over and over. You caught him staring at them throughout the day, too, looking more intrigued than upset. He littered your neck, chest, and thighs with hickies the next time you fucked, and you realized inflicting pain wasn’t what turned him on – he didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted to mark you. Those were his fingerprints on your arm.

So much was taken away from him at a young age that of course he wanted to claim you as his own. Hickies were more conventionally sexy than bruises, so he was less ashamed about admiring them in front of you and telling you how pretty you look. Even gently rubbing a large one on your neck during a Family meeting, which made his brother huff and tell you to get a room. Corazon did get a room after that – pulled you aside into a private bathroom and fucked you against the sink while making you stare at yourself in the mirror. Whispering in a deep voice about how the color of your hickies matched his plum-colored lipstick.

A few weeks later, he came home in the middle of the night after being away on a mission with Diamante and Trebol for nearly a week. Thunder boomed outside the window and his feathery black coat left behind a trail of rainwater as he stumbled into your shared room. His tall frame visibly shook with anger, his dark sunglasses barely covered the fury burning in his eyes. You got out of bed to greet him and asked how the operation went, but he just pulled you into a very wet hug and mumbled, “I don’t want to think about it ever again.” 

You blinked slowly and whispered, “I can help you forget.”

The blonde threw his half-burned cigarette to the floor then smashed his lips against yours. He didn’t bother taking the time to build up to a heated kiss. Immediately biting your lower lip raw before pushing his long tongue inside your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut, easily submitting and letting him take whatever he wanted from you. The smell of smoke caught both of your attention. Corazon instinctively stomped out the cigarette ashes smoldering on the throw rug without tearing away from the kiss for even a moment. 

“Let me use you.” He looked as desperate as he sounded. “Just for tonight, can you be my little doll? I’ll make it up to you later, I promise, I’ll be so good to you.” Heat shot straight to your core and you nodded fervently, clutching onto his drenched clothes like your life depended on it.

Which is how you ended up with his lengthy cock down your throat, your bare ass in the air and body wedged between his sprawled-out legs. Calloused fingers tangled in your hair to firmly guide you up and down. Graciously giving you time to relax by letting you swirl your tongue around the swollen tip, though he never pulled you entirely off his dick. He looked so pretty like this – damp hair clinging to his forehead, pale cheeks turned pretty pink, subtly squirming on the mattress, pupils fully blown out with lust. 

Corazon suddenly thrust upwards to hear you gag, several inches of his cock forcing their way into your tight throat. Tiny teardrops reflexively lined your eyes as your gag reflex kicked in. You expected the blonde to panic and immediately stop – even though it was just your body’s natural reaction and you were enjoying every second. But instead, he licked his lips like he wanted to devour you. 

There were those Doflamingo genes.

But unlike his selfish brother, Corazon asked if you were comfortable with everything happening for the second time that night. You gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up, obviously unable to verbally confirm with his dick stretching your mouth to its limit. His cock drooled salty precum onto your tongue as thick globs of your drool dripped down to his balls. 

You used both hands to stroke the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth – the huge man had a huge dick to match. Corazon swatted them away, held your wrists in one giant hand then pushed down hard until every inch of him was deep in your throat, messy blonde pubes tickling your nose. He was glad he set up a sound barrier, otherwise the entire Family would’ve heard the debauched moan that spilled from his lips.

After a few moments of admiring you and the prominent bulge in your throat, your boyfriend released you just before it became too much. “Good girl,” Corazon panted with a dazed smile. “Such a good girl, taking it all like you’re supposed to.”

He gave up trying to hold back after that, bucking his hips against your face and rambling about how pretty and perfect you looked like this. He pressed your head all the way down again just before he hit his peak, shooting a large load of cum directly into your stomach. When he saw your ruined state, a dark pit formed in his stomach. Tears stained your cheeks and spit dripped down your chin as you gasped for air, and he was turned on by it. 

Corazon quickly pulled you close to press soft kisses against your cheek and make sure you were okay. Nothing you said seemed to convince him, so you brought his hand between your thighs. When he swiped a finger through your folds, his eyes widened at how wet you were. He admired the way your sticky juices webbed between his digits, then immediately began toying with your cunt.

“I would’ve stopped you if you didn’t like it,” you grinned, shamelessly rutting against the palm of his hand. “Ruin me with your cock more. I’ll be a good toy for you.”

Corazon gulped, stomach fluttering with sinful excitement. “O-Okay, if… if you’re sure that’s what you want.”

Both of you knew he wanted it more than anything.

[insidekatmind]

A shout of love and trouble~Jude Bellingham

The Camp Nou is packed. An ocean of blaugrana colors with a few touches of white. The atmosphere is electric, and you're there, sitting among the Barça fans, with the blaugrana scarf Pedri gave you wrapped around your neck.

Once upon a time, you would have cheered for Real Madrid without a second thought. But things change, and now you're here to support him — your boyfriend, wearing the number 8 jersey, giving his all on the pitch.

---

During the first half, Barça is struggling. Real Madrid is leading, and Jude Bellingham seems unstoppable. But as he runs across the field, you notice something strange. The way he looks at you is persistent, almost... personal. You feel drawn to him, but you try to ignore it.

Pedri, however, doesn't ignore it at all. You've noticed it right away — every time Bellingham passes near you, Pedri watches him with fire in his eyes. You're starting to get worried.

---

Second half. Barça is on the attack, and Pedri has the ball at his feet. But instead of looking for a pass, he does something insane. He lifts his gaze toward Bellingham, who is on the other side of the field, and without a second thought, fires a shot directly at him.

PUM.

The ball hits Bellingham right in the face. The crowd erupts in a mix of surprise and outrage. The referee runs toward Pedri, holding up a red card.

"¡No puede ser!" shouts a commentator.

Pedri doesn't protest. He turns toward the bench and walks off the field, but before sitting down, he casts one last glance at you. A glance that speaks for itself — he's furious.

---

As soon as he sits on the bench, you jump up and rush toward him. You slip past security, who recognize you as Pedri's girlfriend, and stop in front of him.

“Pedri, what the hell did you do?!” you ask, breathless, your heart pounding.

He looks at you with a scowl, his hands tangled in his hair. “Did you see the way he was looking at you?”

“Yes, but you can't kick a ball in his face because of that!” you exclaim, trying to stay calm. “You’ve been sent off! Do you realize that?”

Pedri clenches his jaw, still visibly angry. “I couldn't stand the way he was staring at you. It felt like he wanted to come over and take you away from me.”

"but that doesn't mean you had to throw the ball" you blurt out

"Of course I did!" He said angrily "Look at how he stared at you all game" He got frustrated and tried to explain his point of view

"Do you have a crush on him or something" He asked you

"you realize you could have blinded him"

He got angry hearing you snort and laugh at it."Well I don't care!" He said in a frustrated tone "He shouldn't have been staring at you the whole game!"

you roll your eyes and walk away from Jude who had ice on his face "hey are you okay?"

Jude was hurt and had a mark on his face from the impact of the ball but not too serious. He smiled when you approached him.

"Yeah just a bit hurt..." He chuckled"...I guess your boyfriend doesn't like me very much"

you look at him sadly. you take the compress and help him "I'm so sorry"

He smiled slightly when he felt you pressing gently on his face"Its alright, its alright" He said to calm you down"It's not your fault... your boyfriend is definitely a little jealous"

You smile sweetly and continue to help him

Jude winces in pain occasionally whenever you apply pressure in certain spots but he doesn't mind it. He looks into your eyes and looks a bit flustered. "What should you expect though... I mean, look at you... anyone would be jealous".

You blush at the compliment "thank you" He smiles at your reaction and leans back a bit

"You're just so pretty... why wouldn't he get jealous" He chuckled and then looked at your legs, then his eyes went back up to you"And your legs... geez".

you giggle softly and continue to pass him the ice pack"you're even more attractive up close"

Jude smiled as you continue to help him"You think so?" Hechuckled a bit but winced from the pain"You're definitely more pretty... just look at you" He said looking directly into your eyes.

you look him in the eye and nod "yes I think so"

Jude looks at you, surprised that you find him more attractive then you"What are you talking about? Look in the mirror. You're gorgeous" He said in a soft voice

you giggle softly and move closer to him to help him with his wound.Jude flinches slightly as the ice comes into contact with the bruised area, but he doesn't pull away, letting you continue. Jude keeps his eyes on your face, studying the way you focus on tending to his injury."You don't have to do this, you know." He says quietly, although his tone lacks any resistance.

"but I want" you say softly and see the Real Madrid bench. "sit there so I can swab you better"

he nods silently, moving to sit on the bench as you instructed. He winces again as he adjusts to the new position, the pain from his injury still present.Jude looks up at you, watching as you continue to attend to his wound

You continue to pat gently"you played a good game and above all you scored a beautiful goal"

Jude watches as you continue to pat the wound gently, a soft sigh escaping his lips"Thanks. I was lucky, I guess." he mutters, downplaying his own performance. He wasn't used to receiving such compliments, especially from you.

Jude winces slightly as the pain flares up again, but he tries to hide it, not wanting to seem weak in front of you.

You look at him sweetly"no you're good at playing I watch the games" you say sweetly continuing to dab.

Jude ooks up at you, a mix of surprise and vulnerability in his eyes."You...you watch the games?" he asks, disbelief in his voice. He couldn't believe that you actually followed his games, let alone called him good at playing football.

smile "I support Real Madrid" you simply say

Jude looks at you in disbelief, his eyebrows raising in surprise"You support Real Madrid and yet you're dating a player from Barcelona?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smile sweetly"yeah not a great combo, huh?" chuckle

He chuckles softly "Not at all. If the fans saw, they'd probably riot." he says, a hint of playfulness in his voice. Jude looks at you, his gaze softening as he watches you tend to his injury.

You smile sweetly and continue passing him ice "you didn't deserve that ball in your face"

Jude lets out a soft sigh, wincing as the ice comes into contact with the bruised area"Yeah, tell that to Pedri." He mutters, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I told him" whispers

he looks up at you, a hint of surprise in his eyes "You did?" he asks, although he tries to hide the fact that he is impressed by your words to Pedri

nod "yes I got mad at him" you say and move closer to him to buffer him

Jude watches as you move closer, a hint of surprise on his face, but he doesn't pull away. The distance between you two is now significantly reduced, and he can feel the heat coming off your body. He lets out a soft chuckle, a smile playing at the edge of his lips "You got mad at him? For me?" you nodded sweetly

He looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable as he processes your words.Jude was not used to someone defending him, especially someone he was attracted to. Your words made him feel something he couldn't quite describe, a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and something else, something more intense"Thanks" he mutters, his voice softer than usual.

looks at him sweetly "it's the least I can do. You didn't deserve it and you're my favorite soccer player"

he looks at you, his eyes widening at your words. Your admission that he was your favorite soccer player hit him harder than he had thought it would"I'm your favorite player?" he asks, his voice betraying a hint of disbelief and...something else

Jude stares at you, his mind racing as he processes your words. He had never heard you admit that he was your favorite player before, and it sent a wave of emotions through him."Why me?" he asks, the question slipping out before he can stop himself.

You smile sweetly and sit down next to him continuing to dab the wound"for the simple fact I like the way you play and you are a good person, both on and off the pitch and I like your mentality"

Jude listens to your words, his eyes on your face as you sit down next to him and continue to help with his injury. There was a warmth in your voice that he hadn't heard before, and it made him feel something he couldn't explain."You...like my mentality?" he asks, his voice soft and laced with vulnerability. "Yes" you simply say.

Jude looks at you for a moment, his eyes searching yours as he tries to make sense of your words. He had never heard anyone speak about him with such admiration before, at least not someone he actually knew."No one has ever said that before" he mutters, the vulnerability in his voice more apparent now.

"really?" you look shocked

he nods, his eyes not meeting yours as he looks down at the ground "Yeah. Most people just care about my performance on the pitch. They don't care about my mentality or whatever."

"well I think the mentality is also very important, without that you won't go anywhere" whisper softly

Jude looks up at you, his eyes locking onto yours as you speak. The softness in your voice and the truth in your words hit him harder than he had expected"You're right. It's not just about skill or technique, it's about believing in yourself and having the mental strength to push through the tough times."

You nod and smile sweetly. Something about your smile makes his heart stutter in his chest, and he can't help but stare at you for a moment

"You know, I never expected to have such a deep conversation about football with a girl who happens to be a Real Madrid fan." he says, a hint of humor in his voice.

you giggle softly and stop dabbing with ice and caress his face.

He feels your hand on his face, and his breath catches in his throat at the unexpected touch. Your fingers are soft and gentle against his skin, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment, lost in the sensation. Jude opens his eyes again, and looks at you, the warmth in your gaze makes his heart flutter in his chest."Why are you being so nice to me?" he mutters, his voice barely above whispering

You smile sweetly"well like I said before you are my favorite footballer and I respect you as a person" you say sweetly. you call the real doctor to get the cream*

he watches you, his heart beating loudly in his chest as you call the doctor. He can't believe how caring you are being, especially towards him"You...you really mean that?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity.

You nod softly "yes" you say and open the cream by putting a little on your finger

Jude watches as you open the cream and put some on your finger, his eyes fixated on your every movement"You're really going the extra mile, you know." he murmurs, a hint of awe in his voice. He had never had someone take care of him like this before.

You smile and gently rub the cream on the bruise. Jude hisses softly as the cream comes into contact with the bruise, the coldness of the ointment causing a brief pang of pain. But the feeling of your gentle touch, caressing his skin with the cream, makes him forget the pain instantly.

"Am I hurting you?" you ask softly

Jude shakes his head, a soft sigh escaping his lips"No, it's not painful. It's actually kind of...nice." he mutters, his voice soft and laced with vulnerability. The feeling of your fingers against his skin was soothing in a way he couldn't explain.

You nod and continue to massage gently. Vinicius and Kylian had come out of the locker room to see how Jude was but seeing him with you they went back not wanting to disturb.

Jude lets out a soft sigh as you continue to massage the cream into his skin, the feeling of your hands on his face making his heart flutter in his chest. He could sense the presence of Vinicius and Kylian, but he was too engrossed in your ministrations to pay them any attention.

You smile sweetly and continue to massage him with gentleness, care and precision.

Jude watches you as you continue to massage him with such care and tenderness. The look of concentration on your face as you apply the cream to his bruised skin makes his heart race, and he can't help but marvel at how gentle and sweet you are being towards him

he lets out a soft sigh, feeling a sense of comfort and security in your presence. He had suffered worse wounds in matches before, but none of them had ever felt this...intimate. He can't help but think that the pain from the injury was worth it if it meant he had an excuse for you to touch him like this

"you should be fine for the next game" you whisper softly as you continue to massage him

Jude nods, a soft smile on his lips as you whisper to him."Yeah, I think so. The cream is helping a lot." he says, his voice soft and laced with appreciation. Although, he doesn't want you to stop touching him

You smile and continue massaging him.Jude lets his eyes flutter shut as you continue to massage him, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over him. Your touch is gentle and soothing, and it's almost as if you can take away all his pain and worries with just your fingers.

He finds himself sinking into the bench, his body completely relaxed as he lets you continue massaging him. The quietness of the area, with only the sound of your soft whispers and the faint hum of the stadium in the background, creates an intimate bubble around the two of you.Jude opens his eyes slightly, stealing a glance at you. You were so concentrated on massaging him, your eyes fixed on the injury and your fingers moving with a gentle and precise touch. He can't help but think that you look beautiful like this, completely focused and caring.

Jude wonders if he’s imagining the feeling of something more than just care between the two of you. The way you touch him, speak to him, it’s all different from the other times you’ve interacted before. He doesn’t want this moment to end, but he knows that sooner or later, reality will come back and you’ll have to stop. As this thought crosses his mind, he finds himself reluctantly pulling away from you, breaking the intimate bubble surrounding the two of you. He lets out a soft sigh, not wanting to let go of the feeling of your touch.

you look at him worriedly "did I hurt you?" you whisper. Jude shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips

"No, it was nothing like that. I just didn't want to keep you for so long." He looks at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary. Jude didn't want to admit the real reason why he had pulled away, afraid of your reaction.

you soften "it's all ok it's not a bother" Jude looks at you, his heart fluttering at your words. He didn't know what it was, but something in the way you looked at him and spoke to him was making him feel things he had never felt before

"Are you sure? I don't want to keep you from anything important."

"it's all ok' whispers softly. Jude nods softly, a small smile on his lips "Okay, if you're sure."He relaxes back onto the bench, closing his eyes for a moment as he tries to find the right words to say next.

Jude opens his eyes and looks at you, his expression serious "Can I ask you something?" "Yes" you whispers softly.

He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should ask the question that's been on his mind since you started massaging him."Why are you being so nice to me? Earlier, when the incident with Pedri happened, you defended me, even though you're a Madrid fan, and now you're tending to my injury like we're..." Jude trails off

"how?" You whisper to make him continue.Jude looks at you for a moment, contemplating his words

"Like we're...more than just friends. More than just acquaintances." he mutters, his voice soft and vulnerable, as if he's afraid of the answer he might receive.

You bites your lip "I always had a soft spot for you when I saw you play and now seeing you hurt didn't please me"

Jude looks at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity."A soft spot, huh?" he mutters, a hint of disbelief in his voice. He had heard fans say they had a soft spot for him before, but coming from you it felt different, more meaningful.

You smile and caress his cheek "yes"

Jude teels your touch on his cheek and his breath hitches in his throat. Your gentle caress sends a jolt of electricity through him, and he can't help but lean into your touch.

Jude feels your touch on his cheek and his breath hitches in his throat. Your gentle caress sends a jolt of electricity through him, and he can't help but lean into your touch

He couldn't hold it back anymore and reached for your waist and pulled you closer to him"...you're driving me crazy here..." He mumbled under his breath

you smile and look at him.Jude pulled your waist so close that there was just a small gap separating the two of you"You have no idea what you're doing to me..."

Jude pulled your waist so close that there was just a small gap separating the two of you"You have no idea what you're doing to me...

You without thinking you climbed onto his lap.Judewas a bit taken back by you sitting on his lap all of a sudden but smiled"You... you really don't care if your boyfriend sees this..." He chuckled.

you look at him longingly "right now I only have one thing on my mind" you whisper softly

His heart pounded quicker as you whispered to him"Oh really? And what would that be" He asked teasingly as his hand snaked its way around your waist and onto your hip.

you look at his lips.He chuckled as he saw where you were looking"What are you looking at... princess" he teased

Jude pulled you closer so that there was no space between the two of you"Are you... going to lean in first or do I have to" He said in a low voice.

Your hearing his words and kiss him passionately.He was surprised for a moment when you kissed him but quickly he wrapped his arms around you tight and pulled you closer. Jude returned the kiss"mmm..." He mumbled, enjoying the sensation of your lips on his.

He broke the kiss for a second"Ive been wanting to do that forever..." Jude mumbled.

you look at him with lust "me too" you whisper

He leaned in and started trailing kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin"You have no idea how long I've wanted you" Jude said in between kisses, his hands moving up and down your body.

You moan and give more space on your neck .Jude takes your response as an invitation to keep going. He starts leaving love bites on your neck, his lips gently sucking and biting the skin.

He moves back to your lips and claims them in a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you. His arms tighten around you, pulling you onto his lap. Jude groans as he kisses you, his hands slowly moving lower down your back.

He breaks the kiss for a second and looks at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. Jude presses his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes"I don't think I can hold back anymore..." He says in a low voice"You're driving me crazy, you know that..." Jude mumbles as his hands move to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

He presses his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes"I don't think I can hold back anymore..." He says in a low voice

"Me neither but we're outside" you whisper

Jude looks around, realizing where they are"You're right... but it's so hard to resist you" He said, his voice laced with desire

"let's go to the closet you whisper

His eyes widen slightly as he hears your suggestion, a mischievous smirk on his face"The closet...? You're really that impatient, huh?" He teased

Jude stood up, keeping his arms around you, and started walking towards a nearby door"Come on, let's go before someone catches us..."

You followed Jude and from that night you both had a secret.

[ohbabydollie]

omg so i’m new here but i currently have brainrot for 2 things

1) being a famous celebrity (sortaaaa like the famous streamer one but more famous) where ur like, an actress or model, things like that. and having a semi-public relationship with schlatt where you’ll be spotted holding hands on occasion, or on a red carpet but not really publicly discussing your relationship (even though everyone knows you’re together), and everyone is either super happy and ships the ever loving shit out of you, or they clown on you a bit and make “who’s punching up” videos and odd comments, and just not giving a fuck and being happy together but kinda wanting to be viewed like any other couple and not just another famous couple to be analyzed. (also similar to mutual break up but you don’t care about hate and stay together)

AND

2) schlatt made a joke about having his cock out in the latest chuckle sandwich episode and….. giving him head under his desk when he films….. for some things, like recordings where he’s not showing his face, it’s easy, but when he has his face out, it’s a bit more challenging. he has to restrain the urge to watch you and moan SOOO bad…. that’s all.

LMAO NONNIE THE FIRST ONE, I HAD TOO

okay, let’s say you’re a celebrity that is agreed by men, women, etc. to be absolutely stunning

so many people that love you, call you their wife, etc.

you are an absolute style icon, wearing pieces made for you to exclusive red carpet events

even people who hate you have to agree you’ve got a great style in clothes and makeup and yes, you’re iconic, at least a little

then somehow you make your way to the youtube community

people assume from you being so open and sweet and social is how you find yourself starring in a project directed by Ted Nivison

you’re so excited for it, interacting with other creators, etc.

Jschlatt knows of you, but thinks you’re probably like all those LA stuck up influencers that managed to make enough connections to get what you wanted

but when he has his first interaction with you on twitter??

he’s taking the chance to flirt with you publicly

in any way shape or form

and is so public about his crush on you to the point everyone is convinced he runs a stan account for you

you both do get closer behind the scenes but don’t tell much people about it

especially considering his jokes that people love taking seriously and out of context

you both are pretty secretive about it, super down low about it until the day he decides to pay for your nails

a small j is on the underside of your ring finger as to not show it off too much

it can’t even be seen unless it’s up close

then someone points it out on twitter in a selfie

you say it was dirt, but they know what they saw

then the paparazzi comes in and takes a photo that goes viral of you in sweats and a suspiciously familiar wilson hoodie

you say it a coincidence over and over again but the evidence is undeniable when you post multiple selfies in familiar hoodies that look just a little too large for you

small scratches and bite marks on your arms but you never mentioned getting a cat

then you appear in a chuckle sandwich interview

but the vibe is different in that video compared to the rest with guests

schlatt is polite??? and listening to you??

he looks at you with so much affection

yeah, your team does damage control and quickly

claiming that you’re currently single and focused on your career

then you fuck up on your own

a misclick on a story made for your close friends of you kissing your boyfriend’s cheek as he has the biggest smile ever plastered on his face

oh well, too late to deny anymore

so you don’t say anything until your next red carpet event where he’s essentially your accessory

like arm candy and dressed to match you

then everyone definitely knows

and let me tell you, some stans are sobbing

lots of “i waited 3 1/2 years, white man did it in one week” from fans and other celebrities

punching the air too

lots of crying and audios after they realize you’re dating him fr fr and not them

people definitely make memes out of it

goddess s/o and bf they probably found digging around in the trash and probably has rabies

yk that one meme of shining armor and princess cadence?

yeah, that + other attractive partner and their silly bf

so so so many of those “do you think we’re…in another universe?” slides

they clip any time he talks about you and use it for edits

editing characters you play with c! schlatt (it’s giving jack frost x elsa)

they love the two of you and seriously cannot get enough

but they really are punching the air when he marries you and when he gets you pregnant (if applicable)

[tiredbitchposts]

HIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!! This is so late but I was so happy when I got the email that you updated your Lestercy fic, like words can not describe how overjoyed I was. Words couldn’t even describe how much I was cackling while reading it too. It made me re-read the whole series again that my head is just full of brainrot right now. 

I would like to say sorry for how long this ask is but THE!! THOUGHTS!!! won’t leave me alone 😭😭😭

Since possessive Percy is canon 👀👀 It made me think of the trend where people kiss their significant other and leave a lot of lipstick marks on them. I can just see Percy giving Lester pepper kisses and leaving behind bright red (lmao maybe blue?) lipstick marks all over his face, and he doesn’t even notice. I like to think that when he finally does notice, he refuses to wash it off (simp behavior right there) which causes a dilemma for him because of his face routine…

Also since Lester is probably gonna meet Posiedon soon (either tied up in a chair or pulled into an alleyway when he least expect it– either way 1st meeting has a high chance that Percy wouldn’t be there) I can just see Posiedon sizing him up and just offering Lester money to break up with Percy bc she definitely deserves better than… that. Then when Lester turns him down, Posiedon gives him ominous warnings. (Posiedon was basically saying he’s dead if he ever breaks Percy’s heart, but to Lester’s mind, that is totally not due to the k-dramas he has watched, he thinks Posiedon is going to try to make Percy fall in love with other people so that she would break up with him). Which then causes Lester to be even more clingy towards Percy and literally watching everything around him like a hawk. He’s contemplating on bringing his bow and arrows whenever he visits Percy now just to shoot the men that come a bit too close, just wondering if they were sent by Posiedon… better safe than sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

OH! I was just wondering since Bianca is in the series, will you add Nico too?? Because I think it would be funny if Nico gets a puppy crush on Percy and Lester has beef with a literal child….

Again, sorry that this is so long 😭 These thoughts have been plaguing my mind, and I had no one else to share it with. (P.S. idk if the April fools joke was real or not, but I hope you’re doing ok!!! And may the AO3 curse never reach you bc then who else am I supposed to ramble about Lestercy)

Hey! Don't apologize for the long ask, I loved it, actually lost count of the number of times I've re-read It lol

Percy would 100% do that trend, it's a physical need for her to cover her boyfriend with her lipstick and mark her territory...that no one wants to intrude in but try telling her that, love made her blind, I fear.

Yep, Lester would wear those marks as a badge of honor, bro needs to do his skincare routine but his girlfriend covered him with lipstick so now he has to go through the dilema of either letting his acne get worse by not washing his face or wash off the physical manifestation of Percy's love 😔

No spoilers on Poseidon's first meeting with his future son-in-law, but pretty much, yeah. He'll want so bad for them to break up, Percy's his little princess and he was already not that ok with her dating but figured she took too much after him for him to not allow her to have some fun...but did she have to like personality that much? Poseidon has no idea who she got that from

Nico and Lester will have beef, but it's mostly because Nico is pissed that Lester stole his place as Percy's favorite boy 😔

Again, no need to apologize, I loved this ask. Yeah, that wasn't a prank, I really went through surgery on April 1rst lol. I'm ok though! I had to remove my thyroid due to that illness that starts with C and ends with R but I'm completely healed and now I have a sick neck scar so everything's great! Thank you for the worry

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Bad Baby | Mark Lee

Summary: Mark starts acting tough to get your attention... so when you dare him to hook up with you, he doesn't back down.

Genre: Best friend Mark, college AU, friends to lovers AU, feat. hottie Jaemin

Word count: 0.7k

You heard your best friend Mark’s drawl and ran to open the front door. Balloons saying ‘24th Birthday’ filled your hallway.

“Jaemin’s arriving in fifteen minutes, I need you to make me look good-“ you said.

As soon as you saw him, the words stopped dead on your tongue.

Your sweet, pure, best friend Mark was transformed. There was no pale pink hoodie, no cowlick of hair, and definitely no grin.

Instead, you saw a tall boy in front of you, leaning on the doorframe, his dark eyes checking you out with cool interest. A black tracksuit hugged his lean body. It was Mark – a different Mark.

“Hey shawty,” he said, nodding.

You blushed at his unflinching stare. “Mark? Why are you so-“

“So what?” he asked, kicking off his shoes.

“So… not-Mark?” you said.

He shrugged. “Don’t know whatchu mean.”

Swaggering into your kitchen, he opened a can of beer and gulped it down thirstily. The Mark you knew wouldn’t even drink champagne at New Year’s.

Frustrated, you grabbed his spiky hair and fluffed it around. “I don’t- like it-“

Mark caught your hand in his, gazing at you. “You got an opinion on my hair, huh?”

Your eyes widened. You had to admit, it was the kind of thing you would only say about your boyfriend. “No…” you said, stepping away. “I don’t care what you look like- buddy-“

Mark frowned a little, like your cold reaction had hurt him. That was when you realised what was going on. You’d been pining after Jaemin, the hardest boy in the year, for ages. You’d always suspected your best friend Mark had a little crush on you, but frustratingly, he wouldn’t admit it.

Mark was acting like Jaemin to win you over!

In that moment, you knew what you had to do. If he wanted to be hard, so would you.

You looked up at him through your lashes. “Planning on hooking up with anyone tonight?” you said.

Mark chewed his lip. “Maybe.”

You toyed with the string of his hoodie. “Coz I was thinking… you and me should get it on.” You smirked. “I’m hot, you’re hot – why the hell shouldn’t we?”

Mark’s face reddened. “I mean- I’m game if you are.”

You leaned in to Mark’s ear. “Meet me upstairs.”

Five minutes later, you and Mark were sitting on your bed. Laughing lightly, you moved so you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. Mark gulped.

You gazed deep into his brown eyes. “Won’t you kiss me?”

“Of- course-“ Mark stuttered, but sweat was trickling down the side of his face. Your heart was racing. How far was this game going to go? You had expected Mark to give in a long time ago…

Mark leaned in. A few inches more, and his lips would touch yours. You could feel his hot breath on your face. Lightening was flashing up and down your body.

Mark’s lips just brushed yours- then he sprang away, gripping his head in his hands. “Alright!” he said. “I’m not a roadman! I’m not- tough! You win!”

He was fiddling nervously with the cuff of his hoodie. “I’m a dumb romantic, okay? I want the first time I kiss you… to be special. I want there to be candles, and roses, and I want us to say I love you.” He blushed. “I don’t want to… do stuff… yet.”

You crawled over to Mark and pulled him into a hug so tight it knocked the breath out of both of you. “I don’t want you to be tough, Marky. I love you just the way you are – cute and nerdy and scared of fifteen rated films,” you said, laughing.

Mark looked at you, serious now. “You… love me?”

“Of course, you idiot,” you say. “It’s always been you.”

Mark hugged you this time, nuzzling into your neck in a way that sends shivers down your spine. “When you talk about how great Jaemin is, it makes me wanna punch something,” he says.

“Jaemin who?” you said, and Mark laughed.

Mark rested his hands on your shoulders, pink lips pushed into a smirk. “Seriously though. Jaemin can’t give you half of what I can give you.”

You smile, leaning in. “Why don’t you show me, Marky?”

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Cedric/Harry fic recs

This is what started my deep dive back into Harry Potter, there are some truly fantastic Cedric/Harry fics. Go show the authors some love!

All fics are completed and the word count goes up as you scroll! If you want to see some recs for a specific ship, just one due an ask or a DM.

whose here (is always worse than naught)

Ellory

Summary:

As Mister Cedric Diggory is spinning them in place to Disapparate, Heiress Harriet Potter can just make out a low, raspy voice saying, “Kill the—”

1k cedric/harry fem!harry

Courtship Rituals

ImpishTubist

Summary:

Cedric starts courting Harry.

Harry, of course, has no idea.

4k cedric/ harry

had you figured out

aroceu

Summary:

In which Professor Sprout definitely has a cannabis garden somewhere in the greenhouses.

This isn't about that, though. This is about how one day Cedric invites Harry Potter to smoke with him and some other Hufflepuffs, and they get through the Triwizard Tournament together.

5k cedric/harry

Nope, Nope, Absolutely Not.

ATiredAndDeadWriter

Summary:

Harry's name shoots out of the Goblet of Fire, but he is determined not to participate no matter what anyone says. If he finds himself a boyfriend along the way, what's the problem?

The Goblet of Fire told in a series of scenes where Harry refuses to participate and Cedric is very confused and very smitten.

5.7k cedric/harry

Why He Said Yes

nagi_blue

Summary:

Original request was: "Harry discovers that his fellow Champion is actually a neurotic ball of insecurities." Unbeta'd, since, well, it's for my usual beta 

rotaryphones. A belated Merry Christmas!

7k cedric/harry

(honey) there is no right way

sincere_lies

Summary:

‘Have you tried everything?’ Hermione asked insistently.

‘Yes! Every time I get to the cup and Cedric doesn’t take it with me I go immediately back to my bed in the morning. But all the times he is with me, he dies and after I fall asleep I return too.’

‘I guess it is obvious then, isn’t it?’ Both Harry and Hermione turned to stare at Ron, who looked at them defensively and shrugged ‘You have to go with Diggory and make sure he survives.’

Harry/Cedric - Groundhog day AU

25k

Paranoia and Puns

You_Light_The_Sky

Summary:

Harry makes three rules to survive fourth year: 1) watch the new DADA professor like a hawk, 2) suspect all animals of being animagi, and 3) avoid Cedric Diggory at all costs. Shame Diggory didn't get the memo. 

For a tumblr prompt by johnlocked-starkid: maybe a Harry/Cedric thing where the Triwizard Cup isn’t a portkey and Voldemort doesn’t happen, and instead they just win together and are happy and celebrate together. (bonus points for shy confessions of a crush from one or the other)

Harry/cedric 25k

 Two Can Play For Hogwarts

ChannelTheFlannel

Summary:

Both Harry and Cedric are chosen as the Hogwarts Champions, which is the first of many things that go awry. When the two become romantically interested in each other, they screw up the Tournament politics.

But that's not the only thing they mess up. Their actions in the Tournament end up spoiling the Dark Lord's plans, preventing his return to the Wizarding World.

Cedric/harry 30k

The Best

say_no_more

Summary:

Cedric demands only the best of himself, and for himself. The best marks in school, the best position on the quidditch team, and the best reputation. When it's time for him to begin dating, he won't settle for less than the best partner, as well.

80k Cedric/harry the best

The Medium Between Life and Death

 NinjaPandaScholar

Summary:

There were very few things in Harry Potter's life that he was certain of. There was one absolute certainty though; he'd felt it in his bones for as long as he could remember. He, Harry Potter, was dead. The living people around him might not believe, but the dead sure did. Oh well, it doesn't impact his life much. Besides, it's nice to get help with his schoolwork from his parents.

250k Cedric/Harry

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Fluffy Steve/Sam Fics Masterlist

A Fine and Wholesome Direction of Energy (ao3) - adi_rotynd G, 18k

Summary: Or: Bucky Barnes Is Definitely Probably Not Stealing Steve Rogers’s Boyfriend

A Little Bit in Love (ao3) - hulkling616 (retenish) G, 100

Summary: Steve thinks Sam is the best person.

American values (ao3) - orphan_account T, 6k

Summary: Sam likes Steve. Steve likes Sam. But Captain America’s never dated a guy before.

A Wedding Deserved (ao3) - Scotland_Axel (orphan_account) T, 1k

Summary: Sam and Steve are happily married with two daughters and one of those daughters thinks it's very unfair they had a wedding before she was adopted and could see it therefore they should have another one. Except there was never a wedding in the first place.

A yet more glorious day (ao3) - Sororising T, 4k

Summary: Helen hums to herself. “I know. Who’s the most married out of all the Avengers?”

“Sam and Steve, obviously,” Sharon says, winking at Steve in a very unsubtle way.

“As someone who has observed them from the very beginning,” Nat says with authority, and Steve winces as he remembers getting into her car right after meeting Sam. He’d been unable to stop himself from telling Nat about him, which he should have known was a horrible idea that would come back to haunt him.

“I concur,” Nat continues, flourishing her drink in a violent way that somehow manages to avoid spilling a drop. “Old Cap and New Cap are definitely the most married.”

Bachelors (ao3) - squirrelfish E, 1k

Summary: Sam and Steve take up sleeping together on their roadtrip-to-save-Bucky.

Bad Day (ao3) - glim G, 808

Summary: Sam has a bad day and Steve makes it better.

be careful (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 885

Summary: Sam has an accident in his and Steve’s new house, and Steve has to call for an ambulance.

Coffee and Clichés (ao3) - Chaneladdict T, 3k

Summary: Steve has a crush on the running guy with the cute butt. The running guy is about to get hit on in the form of a sarcastic awkward super soldier. This is just your every day Meet Cute.

Don’t Even Have to Try (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness T, 6k

Summary: While it wasn’t the first date that Natasha had set up for him, it was the first that she seemed so invested in, to the point of picking what he wore. Down to the socks that he saw tucked inside his nice but comfortable boots sitting on the floor beside the bed and the coordinating belt that he was absently threading through the loops of his jeans. More than anything, her obvious dedication to doing more than just making a reservation and convincing him to show up seemed to be more than enough to pique his curiosity.

From Redwing with love (ao3) - DepressingGreenie G, 452

Summary" Steve plays with Redwing while Sam is out shopping.

Heavensent (ao3) - Eastling (Annwyd) G, 1k

Summary: Sam oversteps himself just a little and finds something he wasn't meant to see just yet. But it gets a smile out of Steve, and that's what matters.

Liminal Space (ao3) - ladyshadowdrake M, 6k

Summary: When Steve turned to leave, Sam probably should have just let him go. He was a vet like any other, someone who just wanted to talk to someone who understood. Sam could be okay with that, was comfortable in that role, but instead he called out, “Hey!”

Steve turned around, a twist of his spine that did interesting things to the lines of his hips. “Yeah?”

“I get off at six,” Sam said, completely, entirely skipping over the part of the conversation that ended in a question mark. Steve’s expressive brows curled, one climbing up his forehead, lips stretching into a bemused smile. “If you’d like some company,” Sam added smoothly.

Luck and Love in the New Year (ao3) - NachoDiablo T, 3k

Summary: Steve gets domestic while preparing for the new year, with perfect results… eventually.

Music For The Soul (ao3) - DiefaceJohnson M, 7k

Summary: Five times that people get an inside peek at Sam and Steve’s relationship through music and one time that someone sees more than they bargained for (though they’re certainly not complaining).

Not the Destination (ao3) - KiaraSayre N/R, 8k

Summary: Before they leave New York, Tony Stark (Tony Stark, Jesus, Sam's not over it, never ever over it) hands him an AmEx Black and says, "Don't let Cap spend it all on egg creams and quarters for the jukebox."

"That is exactly what I'm gonna do," Sam says. "Egg creams and jukeboxes, nonstop. That's how we roll."

Quality Family Time (ao3) - rivlee G, 4k

Summary: Sam takes Steve to meet the family and everything's going just fine--really.

that's what boyfriends do (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 820

Summary: Sam has extreme social anxiety, and struggles with doing simple tasks such as walking into a restaurant to order food. Luckily, Sam's got supportive boyfriend Steve to help him and get him through the struggles.

the best time to wear a striped sweater (ao3) - queermccoy T, 2k

Summary: Sam forgets it's his birthday.

the weather outside is frightful (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor T, 1k

Summary: Sam is staying in the cabins with Bucky. On the way back from a trip to the town, Sam finds himself in the wrong cabin, but there’s a blizzard outside and there’s really no choice but to bunk with the stranger during the blizzard.

[augustraine]

Smut for my best pookie question mark?

This might've been the most bizarre situation you've ever been in. Which is saying a lot for someone who was a child solider in a war. But here you were in your apartment, your roommate gone to her boyfriends place, hotboxing the living room with your ex boyfriend and the man you've had a crush on since your first year of U.A. If you were told about this blunt rotation back then you'd have cried laughing. But God were you thankful to see it. Iida wasn't as stiff as he was in U.A, and it was more than the weed in his lungs. He was currently laid back relaxed againstthe couch. Arms on the top of your sofa. His head was leaned back and his legs unconsciously spread. You took a hit while eying him. He was definitely feeling the effects if he was this open. You glanced at your past boyfriend Denki. He was a good boyfriend. A fun one. All your firsts. He was already looking at you with his head tilted. He wasn't an immature teenage boy anymore, he was strong with a body littered in scars from his quirk and his work. And his legs were also spread. And now maybe this was the weed talking, after all it takes a lot of smoke to hotbox a living room, but you can't decide which one you want to steal away to your room.

Denki laughed at you, noticing the battle in your head for each man. Now Denki was no idiot. He knew of your crush on the uptight class president. However the strangest thing is that he didn't find himself minding. He'd find you're eyes wander to Iida in the common room while in his arms. And he'd find himself staring Iida down too. Iida was a fit man, even in U.A. he was just so focused on becoming someone worthy of the title of Ingenium he never noticed the wandering eyes. He didn't realize he was why yours and Denkis relationship ended. He was genuinely saddened to hear it. You both can tell the other is thinking about the breakup when you pass the blunt to Denki. Your eyes never leaving each others. You had ended it. It was when you finally realized it was more than just thinking Iida was attractive. And Denki didn't deserve that. Of course you managed to say anything other than that. But he knew. Your eyes fell to his lips as he inhaled. You had stayed close through out though. And now in your mid 20's you wanted to kindle the spark between you again.

"Eyes up here" He said with a smile. You looked up, caught in the act. But you didn't say anything.

"Pass it to me again" Iida said rearranging himself to be closer to you two, "Please."

"Never expected you to be begging for a blunt class pres." You hummed. And if you didn't know he was high before you do now because Iida rolled his eyes. You hadn't been a class in 6 years, but everyone still couldn't help the urge to tease him like you were. Denki leaned back into his part of the couch, groaning as he got comfortable. And that's when you realized he was looking Iida up and down. Well shit. Maybe everyone can be happy. You tilted your head to Denki with a knowing look, even if it had been half a decade you still knew what that look on his face meant. Now you just need to see what Iida thought of the two of you.

Iida thought he was fucked. He was sweating from the heat but also the looks you and denki have been sending each other. He felt like he was intruding on something that should be for your eyes only. First impressions go he thought you guys were annoying. His tune changed when you guys got together though. His mood soured whenever he was in a conversation with you and Denki joined in. His friends told him he had a crush on you, and maybe he did but you had a boyfriend. And he had a title he needed to work to earn, and so he let it go. He would never admit to sighing in relief when he heard the news. And he felt instantly evil about it. So now to be in the same dark, smokey room as you two. We'll let's just say he's nervous. And ever since graduation Denki has been pushing his buttons in a different way. When you two turned to him with smiles on your faces he feared he miscalculated. He was now a pawn in your games. He inhaled deeper than he should've to ease his nerves, causing him to cough.

Seeing Iida cough you quickly passed him a glass of water from the table. His thanks was so quiet you couldn't even hear it. And thats when you saw the red from his neck to his ears. He had the sense to be looking down to not show the worst of it. Denki got up and sat so close to Iida that their thighs were completely touching.

"Someone get this away from me." Iida muttered. Denki took it from his fingers and gave it to you. Not knowing when to quit you breathed in while watching Denki put his arm around Iida, eyes narrowing when he started whispering in his ear. Iida tried to say something sternly before stopping in his tracks completely. He covered his face with one of his hands. But he didn't think to cover his erection.

"Thereee we go Iida." Denki said sliding his other hand to Iidas thigh. " I knew you'd be into this. I mean you were into her when we were kids yeah? We were into you too."

Your eyes widened. Never knowing about Denkis feelings. You got up to the other side of Iida, tilting your head at him. He looked at you guilty before what denki said sunk in. He looked at you too shyly, it was extremely out of character but then again him smoking was too.

"Is that so Iida?" You whispered, teasing him. He didn't notice the undertone though when he answered.

"Hes speaking the truth." He looked away only to be trapped in Denkis gaze.

"Why don't we make up for that?" Denki said leaning in.

And instead of Iida saying no, he closed the space. And fuck was it hot. While denki was rough with want and years of watching, Iida was strongly romantic. And you were feeling left out. You held his bicep before you starting kissing his neck. And the groan he let out gave you goosebumps. Iida was sandwiched between two of the hottest people he'd ever seen. With you basically on his lap and Denki with his knees on the couch grabbing his hair and your thigh, he felt like he was in heaven. It was so so hot in here. Iida didn't want to but he had to break the kiss to breathe, and that's when you sat fully on him and turned to make out with Denki. This was a motion you two had mastered awhile ago, but with Iida here it felt so new and thrilling. You grinded down on Iida while you and denki held each others faces in a desperate grip. Iida groaned and his head fell back. He gripped your waist before grinding back at you making you gasp. You broke the kiss to throw your head back and Denki turned to start biting Iidas neck.

"Its too hot in here." Iida mumbled mindlessly. You both hummed in response before taking your shirts off. Both men groaned when they saw you didn't have a bra on.

"Missed this." Denki quickly said before grabbing your breasts. You moaned grasping his head as he leaned to take one your nipples in your mouth. Iida was never one for even porn but watching you he thought he was gonna cum in his pants not being touched. You and denki had started moving in ways you had a million times before. Iida started to get self conscious before Denki popped off,

"Wanna try?" And Denki pushed his head to you. You gripped Iidas shoulders while Denki took his pants off. He was so rock hard kirishima would've been jealous.

You whispered into Iidas ear, "think you can take both of us?" And he groaned sending more pleasure down your spine. He nodded but looked like a lost puppy.

"Here you go." Denki brought his hand to his dick and head falling back when Iida started pumping. Turned out Iida was a great multitasker. Grabbing your waist grinding while jerking off Denki. It kept going until you gasped finally being pushed over the edge. Iida quickly followed, ruining his pants. The image of this cause Denki to cum, paining Iidas hand and your thigh.

"Shit" You panted coming down.

" You can say that again." Iida agreed. He gently picked you up and put you next to Denki before getting up. You were both too fuzzy to know or care what he was doing. But he came back with a washcloth for the two of you. He kissed both of you before laying down.

"Dude your poor pants." Denki snickered.

"Oh don't start."

You smiled between them before falling asleep.

[rootytootypie]

❤️💨🫘😳🤢🦸‍♂️for Spiderman please. Uhhhh not the Tom Holland one, the adult versions just to be clear hehe

💨: On a scale of gassiness, Peter is definitely a reticient seven. He doesn’t go around tooting his horn at all, but his Aunt May knows this (other) little secret. She thinks it’s the sweetest thing her nephew is so polite, but she always makes sure there’s Gas X, ginger ale, and mint around the house to settle his poor stomach. She also definitely makes sure Mary Jane is in on it once Peter moves out, so even at ESU, he’s well stocked with remedies for his tummy troubles. MJ is super subtle about it, making sure he doesn’t realize she knows until he’s ready to tell her (mostly because he’d be mortified if he know his aunt told his crush all about how he’s not actually an avid tuba player, and in fact has never even owned the instrument). Peter’s actually more shy with friends and family than strangers, mostly because he finds his loud gas so embarrassing, but also because he doesn’t want to worry anyone with his stomach problems.

🫘: Peter and beans have a dangerous, odiferous affair going. He knows he shouldn’t touch them in any form, but in one of the culinary capitals of the world, how can he resist refried beans, bean dip, bean chips, and all the forms it takes that have Peter swinging home tooting like a tugboat? They just smell so good going in? How can they stink so much coming out? Yes, they require a retreat to a fortress of solitude (his bedroom at May’s, the dorm room at peak party times so Harry’s out, or his apartment), but the taste makes it worth it. He pines, he perishes (mostly because he’s a little afraid Triple J will declare Spidey a gaseous menace).

😳: When you’re gassy like Peter, you definitely have a few embarrassing farts in your memory banks. But there only one that can be decreed the worst.

It was Peter’s first college party at ESU, in the extreme ostentatious Alpha Mu Pi mansion on campus. The place was cavernous, with no doors clearly marked and most of the freshman being as clueless to the layout as he was. This was very bad, because his nerves had driven him to packing in the chips and bean dip abandoned in the corner. And after about fifteen chips, Peter’s stomach was bubbling. He was sure it was brewing something nasty.

His lack of direction led him to a door another random guy thought might be the bathroom. Instead, as Peter flung the door open and saw two guys making out, he let out a *BBBBBBRRRRRRbbbbbblllllrllllrllrllllllBBBBB!* that rang out louder than the music pumping on the stereo. Everyone was looking at him, including the gay couple, one of whom happened to be Rodney Worth, the starting quarterback who just transferred from Crofton University.

Peter and his fart had just accidentally outed the quarterback to a packed frat party. For weeks, he hung his head in shame, especially as the news hit the school paper. He not only embarrassed himself, he’d ruined some poor guy’s life (I’m partly picturing the Spideyverses of the past films, so it’s technically always the 2000s/early 2010s in their universe; i.e. Rodney would NOT be in for a fun time). He finally sighed, gathered up his courage, and went to Rodney to apologize.

He found Rodney under a tree in the quad, openly reading James Joyce to his boyfriend. “Can I talk to you, Rodney,” Peter asked nervously. The broad shouldered football player nodded and stood up, following Pete a few steps away.

“I’m really sorry for outing you,” Peter said. “It was an accident, but I know that doesn’t make things better, so I’m just plain sorry that the news spread so much, and-”

“Sorry,” Rodney said, perplexed. “I’ve been wanting to thank you. I’m finally free to be who I am, and fuck anyone who thinks badly of it. Because of you, I’m not burdened by any secrets. I’m gay and proud.”

“Oh,” Peter said, surprised. “Well, that’s great. I’m glad there was a positive side for you.”

“Do me a favor, though,” Rodney asked with a grin. “Lay off the bean dip, okay?”

❤️: Peter was downright terrified to fart in front of MJ. He was afraid one toot would be the thing to make her snap out of dating him and remember him as a geeky neighbor boy instead of a boyfriend. He held it pretty steadfastly…until one night when they end up on the coach together watching a movie - and the popcorn mixed in his belly with the bean chips he ate as a quick snack. Peter shifted, ready to head for the bathroom - just as she rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist. She looked up at him, and her eyes made him want to melt. “I’m so glad we get a night to ourselves,” she said. “No urgent crimes to interrupt, no crazy missions, or jacked up supervillains. Just you and me.”

“Same,” Peter squeaked, his voice breaking from nerves.

“Are you alright,” MJ asked. “You look kinda feverish. Can you still get sick?”

“I’m fine,” Peter protested. “Just…happy. Content. Can’t believe how lucky I am.”

“Yeah…okay,” MJ said. “If you’re sure.”

“Sure as shootin’,” Peter heard himself say, and blushed. Where the hell did come from? At least his embarrassing little problems is under wraps-

*PrrrrrooooooBLLLPBLLPBLLP!*

“Oh, God, MJ, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I-”

“Finally showed me your tuba playing,” MJ snarked, giggling.

Peter pouted. “Just for that, I’m gonna point out you toot in your sleep,” he groused.

“Aw, Pete,” she said. “Is it really bad? There’s some ginger ale in the fridge I can get you.”

“…Okay,” Peter agreed. “But if I have to fart more, will you still cuddle me?”

“Duh,” MJ said. “Just stand up if you have to shoot webs out of your butt, because I just bought this couch from Pottery Barn.”

“…I love you,” he said, giving her puppy dog eyes. “And I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sor- Oh, my God, that’s vile! Talk about silent but violent. Apology accepted! …Now come back here, I’m cold.”

🤢: Peter is very easily grossed out by certain people’s farts. Certain people being Flash Thompson on a power trip farting in his general direction. Other than that example of fart torture (not really my scene), Peter is sorta ambivalent to farts. Well, the one exception is when he sneaks up on criminals and one of them farts in surprise. That cracks him up. He’s definitely as much of a worrier as his friends are about him, and happily give out tummy rubs and forehead kisses to any of his girlfriends who are gassy for whatever reason, but especially period cramps.

🦸‍♂️: He doesn’t fart web. That said, his sudden bean intolerance only came after he was bitten by the spider. Before that, he didn’t struggle with any food. There have been times the resulting farts propelled him forward by a few extra centimeters as he swings through the city, so the gas has also definitely gotten more powerful since he became super. It’s as if the bite gave him extra protein farts as a consequence of his newly developed bod.

[sugar-omi]

Kinda a request but also not: I would like to see jealous/possesive!MC bc I've been somewhat lurking in the tags, and I haven't seen any of it besides one person scraping an idea of both Cove and the MC being yanderes for each other. Like I'm insane about Cove, ik I'm not alone 😭.

It would be super interesting to see how a jealous/possessive!MC responds to Baxter during the step 3 prologue when he hits on Cove. 🤭

i can ramble abt this forever n ill prbly end making a part 2 to this lol pls even a few of my first post have a lotta jealous/possessive reader w a light yandere theme since im not completely in the scene but the possessiveness makes my brain churn LOL <333

tags : Suggestive, step 3, slight yandere theme, jealous/possessive reader

synopsis : you might be a bit too possessive with cove. but if he loves it and it sets the record straight, what's the problem?

when baxter starts making subtle flirtatious comments to cove, it makes your head spin

of course you know your boyfriend is attractive!

you've seen the way tourists look at him, and when you were still in school, you heard and saw the way other students ogled and giggled to each other about how cute cove is.

unfortunately, you can't just put a collar on him with your name on it. although a small part of you thinks cove might like it.

so even after baxter gets the idea that you're both taken. (not that it needed to be said with the glare on your face and the way you straighten up, pulling cove into you)

you still go to some lengths to make sure he remembers that

instead of just holding his hand, you'll pull him into your lap of you can, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his shoulder/neck occasionally

and if you're in cove's car after a dinner date, and baxter just happens to walk out of his condo where he can see you stretched over the middle console, tangling your fingers in cove's hair and kissing within an inch of your lives...

well that's just a coincidence <3

and if you're coming back from a trip at the beach that was getting much too steamy with your hand dipping under the leg of cove's swim shorts, and run into baxter on the way back

you won't easily admit that it brings you too much happiness to see cove fidgeting, itching to get away so he can be alone with you, and how baxter's eyes widen a bit at the blooming marks on cove's skin

if you can put the grudge aside enough to hang out with baxter during the "sightseeing" moment, then of course the topic of dating and crushes comes up

baxter smiles when you say that cove has only ever been with you, and vice versa.

of course you note the melancholy look on his face, and you feel like he's being sarcastic. or at least half-hearted in his well wishes

maybe the look on your face is a bit too much on the sour side, but you don't worry about that. "cove and i will certainly spend the rest of our lives together. our souls are intertwined after all."

your smile is a bit sickly sweet, but you move on anyway

I wanna talk a bit abt cove though...

yk how in step 2, if you punch/scare/cuss at jeremy, cove admits that he likes it?

I think he knows and sees how jealous, how possessive you are and feeds into it sometimes

it makes his heart beat (and even turns him on) that you're claiming him in any way

he sees how you pull him into your lap, or how you hold onto his arm, or how you kiss him even more when in front of baxter

he knows that when you ran into baxter, you find too much pleasure in how he squirms. and when you finally get back to his room for a little privacy, you're almost feral with how you touch and kiss him

he sees the way you leer and smirk when baxter walks by you two, and cove flushes because even though he's embarrassed bc baxter definitely saw you making out, he's also a bit... excited by it

it doesn't make sense, and it embarrasses him more just thinking abt it, but it just makes him feel so warm and tingly when you act like this that it overrides his shame <33

[malarign]

cheater

(when he finds out)

contains: non-idolbf!Sunghoon x fem!reader | genre: angst, slightly suggestive | tw! cheating (obviously), implication of sex | wc: 0,7

author’s note: imagine cheating on THEE park sunghoon 🤡 also this imagine was already once posted here, but idrk why i deleted it 😬

“Where are you?”

“Are you already home?”

“I’ll stop by a store, do you need anything?”

Your phone buzzed thanks to notifications from your boyfriend’s messages while you were sound asleep in warm embrace of your best friend. Both of you naked, under the sheets that used to cover you and Sunghoon, now were witnessing your heinous act. Were you bored by your boyfriend? Absolutely not. Did you stop loving him? You didn’t know. Did you want to stop relationship with him? Maybe. Those questions ran through your head on a daily basics for the past few months, yet guilt trip didn’t let you think about it for too long. Instead it pushed you into somebody else’s body. And for the past few weeks you managed to hide your secrets from him, only for stupidly fall asleep after heated intercourse knowing exaactly he’s going to be back soon.

And he was soon at the front door, taking his coat off, only to head to your shared bedroom and get his heart broken. No. Crushed to thousands of pieces. Seeing you in a stranger’s arms, comfortably asleep, probably not for the first time. Even though only your heads and necks were peaking from under the thin fabric he noticed a few drops of sweat and marks in a dark purple colour. Seeing your phone still lighten up from his messages. Seeing all your clothes and undergarnments all over the floor mixed up with his clothes.

Sunghoon didn’t know what to think. Is it really you? You would never have done something like that, would you? It’s just some mistake, isn’t it? Just yesterday you told him how much you love him after he showed all his love he has for you. You meant those words, right?

Those questions flooded his head when he realised how different you were acting for a while. Getting mad over little things, even though you never did that in the past. Being unfair unlike Y/n he used to know. That’s when it hit him.

It’s you in a bed, with a strange man he had never met before. You certainly did break his heart by cheating on him and it definitely wasn’t a mistake considering how long it must’ve been going on for. And surely you didn’t love him anymore. Because if you did, you wouln’t cheat on him multiple times.

“Is it my fault?” he asked himself. “Was I too busy for her? Was I not enough?”

With those kind of questions going through his mind he noticed how blurry his vision had become, now hot streams of tears running down his pale skin. He let out few muted sobs sliding down on a wall and sitting on a cold floor, when you stirred in your sleep turning around, now facing Sunghoon. You opened your eyes, widening them in pure shock, seeing your loving boyfriend witnessing the scene. You held an eye contact for a while. His eyes contained all those questions he previously asked himself before, but you weren’t able to answer them. Instead you held it longer with a cold, emotionless expression on your face, like the view of him crying his heart out in front of you didn’t bug you at all.

That’s when your friend also stirred in his sleep tightening his grip on your waist. That action was the last thing he needed to see. It seemed like none of you regretted this, so he decided not to let you have this satisfaction. He mustered all his energy left to stop the tears, stand up and pack his stuff. He didn’t even notice that now both of you weren’t asleep. He didn’t even notice that you were first talking to him only to scream at him when he didn’t give you answers. But the last thing was caring what you wanted to tell him, because throughout all of your relationship he made effort to be not only best version of himself but also best boyfriend you would ever have, and he was undoubtedly.

After packing as much as he could into his gym bag he left the apartment taking his pair of keys, your voice following him into the hallway, only stopping once the elevator door closed completely. He let out the last few hot tears knowing he’ll have to meet you again to pack the rest of his stuff. Just imagining how unaffected and impassive your face would look when he’ll see you again made him shiver.

Why did the person who once loved him and shared dreams of a future together hurt him like this?

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[sarahmeeps]

OC Tag Game

I was tagged by @blujayonthewing to talk about a blorbo, so here we go!

I'll tag @miladypotaty and anyone else who wants to play

— GENERAL

Name: Hollis Bern

Alias: -

Gender: F 

Age: 29 (older than I was when I created her, younger than I am now. weird feeling)

Spoken Language: common, orcish, learned some elvish swears while her bestie was studying elvish properly lol

Sexual Orientation: bi, with a preference toward men, but definitely has a crush on her childhood-friend-turned-information-broker. She’d answer this question with a shrug, though

Occupation: technically she works for the dungeon inspector’s guild now. The party’s monk got her a job there as his subordinate, but seeing as he left the party to be caretaker of some temple they purged of evil and won’t be returning, Hollis doesn’t know if she’ll still be employed when she gets back to the city or not. In the past, she got by with odd jobs, from dishwasher to dockworker to highwayman

—FAVOURITE

Colour: candy apple red or a dark silvery blue

Entertainment: she liked going to the theater that one time, loved the storytelling competition her best friend entered, and will watch the monk fight in pit fights at the local bar/casino but won’t participate

Pastime: she’s recently taken up whittling. She made a badger-shaped hair bead for her best friend, whose animal companion is a little badger named Burger

Food: she’ll never turn away food (including that red vine she found on the theater floor), but she has a preference for hearty, filling meals and baked goods 

Drink: she really enjoyed the floral-infused water she tried when the party visited the Elf Continent 

— HAVE THEY...

Passed University: she lost access to formal education when she was about 8 years old so… no

Had Sex: yes

Had Sex in Public: not in public-public, but it’s hard to find privacy in some of the group living situations she’s been in

Got Tattoos: not by choice. She has a small black x tattooed on each hand between her thumb and forefinger to mark her as a twice-caught criminal, which makes getting caught again a Bad Situation (idea stolen shamelessly from Tamora Pierce’s Circle of Magic series). She’s considered tattooing around them to obscure them. She hasn’t got around to it yet, but one day she wants flowers shaped like bears’ heads surrounded by twisting vines on the back of her hands and up her arms

Got Piercings: no

Got Scarred: plenty. Hazards of the job. None with fun stories, though

Had a Broken Heart: hoo boy… her boyfriend started a gang of highway robbers, and when they were caught, he named Hollis as their leader to save his own ass. She spent years in Awful Fantasy Magic Prison for it (due to her already having strike tattoos against her), but to Hollis, the betrayal was the hardest part. She had lied for him, and he hadn’t been worth her trust.

— ARE THEY...

A Cuddler: not really. She enjoys being physical, but needs to be ready to move at a moment’s notice. She's had to bug out too many times in the middle of the night to feel comfortable being pinned down. 

Scared Easily: it takes a lot to rattle her, unless she feels trapped in a space 

Jealous Easily: that's kind of how she landed in the whole highwayman mess, honestly 

Trustworthy: if you've earned her loyalty, absolutely 

— FAMILY...

Siblings: none (that she knows of. I’ve toyed with the idea of her estranged parents having kids after Hollis was thrown out)

Parents: estranged. Hasn’t seen them in nearly half her life. Was kicked out as a result of going into her first barbarian Rage trying to protect her mother from her father’s abuse

Children: none

Pets: none, but she’s good friends with the druid’s animal companion Burger