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Omg thank you so much for giving us Saja boys content!!! The way you write them makes my heart swoon🩷 can you write how the Saja boys would take care of a sick reader? 🥲
"I Can't Go Out *cough cough* I'm Sick..." w/ Saja Boys a/n: mean girls reference anyone?
Jinu
You woke up to the faint sound of the door clicking open. Your head was pounding, your throat sore, and your body felt like it was made of lead. You groaned and tried to sit up, only for the dizziness to hit you again, forcing you to slump back against the pillows.
A few seconds later, you heard Jinu’s familiar voice.
"Well, well, look who's awake." He said it lightly, as if this was just another casual visit. You blinked up at him, seeing him standing by your bedside with a cup of tea and a small bowl of soup, wearing that usual playful, confident grin of his.
You tried to muster up a smile, but your energy was too low. “Jinu, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck...”
He raised an eyebrow, not even a hint of surprise. “Ah, you look like it too,” he teased, placing the soup on the nightstand with a flourish. "But hey, that’s why I'm here. To save you from your suffering. No big deal."
You rolled your eyes, but there was a slight smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Thanks, hero."
Jinu sat down on the edge of the bed, looking you over with a mix of affection and nonchalance. “Don't mention it. You can’t expect me to leave you hanging when you look this miserable. Plus,” he added with a smirk, “I think you need me to take care of you. I’m the only one who can handle all of this.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? The only one?”
He grinned, clearly enjoying the playful back-and-forth. “Obviously. You want me to prove it?”
You rolled your eyes again, but the exhaustion in your body made it hard to keep up with his teasing. “You’re impossible,” you mumbled.
Jinu’s grin softened slightly as he reached for the cup of tea and gently lifted it to your lips. “Drink this. It’ll help with the headache. You’re lucky I made it extra strong. I’m a good caretaker, don’t you think?”
You took a sip, and while it was too hot at first, you felt the warmth spreading through you. “I guess I’ll give you credit. This doesn’t suck.”
“Glad to hear it,” he said with a wink. “Don’t get used to me being this nice though. I’m a busy guy, you know?”
You chuckled softly, your eyelids growing heavy again. You couldn’t help but feel comforted by the ease in his voice, the way he was so calm and nonchalant about caring for you.
Before you could fall asleep again, you heard his voice once more, this time softer, more genuine.
“Get some rest, alright? I’ll be right here if you need anything.”
And just like that, you closed your eyes, feeling comforted by the quiet presence of Jinu, the one who always knew how to make everything feel just a little bit better without needing to be overly dramatic about it.
Abby
You woke up to an overwhelming presence beside your bed. A soft, persistent weight on the side of your mattress made you crack an eye open, and there he was—Abby, practically looming over you, his face filled with exaggerated concern.
"Look who finally decided to wake up," he said, trying—and failing—to hide the relief in his voice. “I swear, I thought you were gonna sleep forever.”
You groaned, your voice hoarse from the fever. "Ugh... Abby, I feel like crap."
"Yeah, no kidding." He immediately started adjusting the pillows behind you, trying to make you sit up more comfortably with all the carefulness of a person who was way too invested in making sure you were okay. “Of course you do. You’ve been out for hours, but don’t worry. I’ve got everything under control. Soup, tea, meds. You name it, I’ve got it.”
You blinked at him, still trying to adjust to your surroundings. “You... really went all out, huh?”
Abby grinned like it was no big deal. “Of course. I’m basically the best at this.” He patted his chest dramatically, striking a mock heroic pose. “I’m the caretaker you need right now. I don’t even know why anyone else would bother trying to step up. It’s all me, baby.”
You couldn’t help but laugh weakly at his antics. “So modest.”
“Well, someone has to be the humble one around here, right?” He gave you a wink, then gestured to the tray of food and medicine. “I made you a special chicken soup—only the best for you. And this tea,” he picked up a cup with a proud look on his face, “I brewed it myself. Don’t even think about getting out of bed unless you drink it. I’m not taking any chances with you catching something worse.”
You chuckled despite yourself, lifting the cup to your lips. "How long have you been sitting there watching me sleep?"
Abby waved off the question like it was no big deal. "Long enough to make sure you didn’t do something silly like try to get up and walk around on your own."
You raised an eyebrow, giving him a half-smile. “I’m not that helpless.”
“Uh, sure, you’re not," Abby replied with a dramatic eye-roll. "But I know how you get when you're sick. I couldn’t leave you to deal with it alone. Not when I could be here... being amazing."
You looked at him, not sure if you should laugh or sigh. “You really don’t have to do all this, Abby. I can—”
“Nope,” he cut you off, wagging a finger in front of your face. “You’re gonna rest and let me do my thing, okay? Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” He made a big show of adjusting the pillows again and fluffing the blanket around you. “Now, drink up, and no arguing.”
You didn’t have the energy to argue, and honestly, his over-the-top enthusiasm was kind of comforting in its own way. With a soft smile, you nodded and took another sip of the tea.
“There you go,” he said, his expression softening a little. “Now, if you need anything else, just let me know. I’m here. 100% in charge.”
You smiled at him, despite yourself. “Thanks, Abby. I guess you’re pretty great at this after all.”
He puffed his chest out, clearly pleased with the compliment. “Told you.”
Mystery
You woke up in the middle of the night, a cold shiver running down your spine. The room was dark and quiet, save for the sound of your breathing and the occasional shuffle of sheets. Your head throbbed, and the ache in your throat made it difficult to swallow.
Suddenly, you felt something shift beside you. A soft glow from a dim lamp illuminated Mystery’s face, his expression calm but concerned. He was sitting next to your bed, not making a sound, just watching over you like some sort of guardian angel.
"Y/N," his voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but it was enough to make your heart feel lighter. "You’re awake.”
You nodded slowly, your eyes closing again from the overwhelming exhaustion. But before you could rest, you felt a hand on your forehead, a cool, calming touch. It was comforting, but you still flinched slightly from the chill.
"Shh," Mystery said, his hand lingering for a moment longer. "You're burning up. I’ll get you some water."
Without another word, he quietly rose from the chair beside your bed, his movements smooth and deliberate. You watched him go, a strange warmth settling in your chest. He wasn’t the type to be overly expressive, but when it came to you, he was gentle and careful, as if he was trying to protect you in the most subtle way possible.
When he returned, Mystery handed you a glass of water and helped you sit up a little to drink it. He didn’t say anything as he held the glass steady, his eyes fixed on you with such intensity that it made your heart flutter despite your sickness.
“Thank you, Mystery,” you murmured, your voice hoarse.
His expression softened ever so slightly. “Rest,” he said simply. “I’ll stay here until you fall asleep.”
You didn’t even have to say anything. His calm presence was enough to soothe you back to sleep, knowing that he was there.
Romance
It was late, and you felt miserable. The fever had come on so quickly that you could barely focus, but you managed to crawl into bed. You pulled the blankets up to your chin, hoping the warmth would help, but the shivers wouldn’t stop.
And then, as if on cue, the door to your room opened, and Romance walked in, a teasing grin on his face. “What, Y/N? You think you can get sick without my help? I’m hurt.” His voice was light, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his eyes as he approached.
“Romance, you’re... you're too much right now,” you groaned, barely able to lift your head.
“Shhh, don't talk, baby. I’ve got you,” he said in a playful, yet soothing tone. He grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table and gently held it to your lips. "Here, drink this. I don’t want you passing out on me."
You tried to protest, but Romance just smiled at you with that cocky confidence you were so used to. "You know I’ve got skills, right? I’m practically a nurse. The best nurse."
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his antics. “Really?”
“Well, yeah,” he replied, his grin widening. "I’m here to take care of you, baby. And when you’re all better, I’m taking you out for ice cream, okay?”
His words made your heart flutter, even in the middle of your fever. "That sounds... really nice," you whispered, feeling comforted by his constant teasing, despite your condition.
“Of course it does,” he winked. “Now, close your eyes and rest. I’m not going anywhere until you’re better. Got it?”
You nodded slowly, feeling your body relax as he stayed by your side, his presence a soothing balm for your discomfort.
Baby
You felt like you were in a haze when you woke up. Your whole body ached, and your head was spinning. You groaned softly, pulling the blanket tighter around you.
And then, just as you thought you might fall back to sleep, you heard a voice. Baby’s voice, full of concern but also that cheery, sunny energy you loved.
“Hey, hey, Y/N, you awake? You feeling okay, baby?”
You opened your eyes to see Baby standing beside your bed, holding a cup of something warm and comforting. He had that bright, boyish smile on his face, though it was tinged with worry.
“Ugh... not really,” you muttered, your voice thick with exhaustion.
“Aw, baby, I’m so sorry you’re feeling sick,” he said, his tone soft and full of sympathy. He sat down on the edge of the bed and gently handed you the cup. “I made you some tea! It’s gonna make you feel better, I promise.”
You tried to sit up, but Baby was already there, propping you up with pillows so you could drink comfortably. He stayed close, watching you sip the tea, his face softening with every little sigh of relief you gave.
“Feel better?” he asked quietly, his fingers lightly brushing your hair back from your face.
You nodded, closing your eyes. “Yeah. Thanks, Baby. You’re too sweet.”
He beamed. “Anything for you, baby. Don’t worry about anything right now—just focus on getting better. I’m here.”
As you lay back, Baby stayed right by your side, his warm, caring presence making you feel like everything would be okay. His gentle voice and smile were the perfect remedy for the sickness you were fighting.
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Oooooo I agree SO HARD with all of this!!!
It irks me so much when people reduce Aziraphale to a means to an end—the end being Crowley's happiness and wellbeing. Of course Aziraphale wants that so badly, but that's not all he is!! What about Aziraphale's happiness? What about his inner world outside of Crowley? What about his own hobbies, his own acquaintanceships with humans, his own inner struggles independent of "coming around to Crowley's absolutely correct point of view"? (ugh that annoys me to no end hdjdkkd)
Aziraphale definitely knows his family of Heaven is shit! He just has completely different responses and survival strategies than Crowley, because Heaven oppresses in a different way than Hell does, so A&C have to use different tactics to protect themselves in those different systems.
Hell is made of the rejects and rebels and losers of the First War. They openly thrive in inflicting suffering and being subversive. Their methods of control pretty much begin and end with physical violence, and the ever-present and explicit threat thereof.
Hence, Crowley must be flashy. He must show he's good at his job, and stand out just enough to be considered a threat himself. He must be openly inventive, and think on his feet, and be shown enjoying being a bit of a wild rebel. Of the 5 Fs of primal survival strategies (fight, flight, freeze, fawn, flop), he has to employ the more active strategies. Freeze, fawn, and flop will just make him a bigger target. His best chance to survive is fight or flight. He usually picks flight first (running away to Alpha Centauri, anyone?), but he will fight if necessary (aka setting a holy water door trap to fall on Ligur's head). Fighting is acceptable to Hell, even encouraged. So that's what he uses.
Heaven, meanwhile, is made of the conformists and loyal yes-men and winners of the First War. They took their victory as vindication that their Side is the objectively correct one, so what they prize above all else is conformity. They are just as violent and threatening as Hell, but they wrap it all up in a subterfuge of smiles and passive-aggression and gaslighting and emotional abuse. It's not safe to be openly defiant, because "we're the good guys", right? Wouldn't want to risk being a "fallen angel", now would you?
So, Aziraphale can't employ the more active survival strategies. His protective mechanisms must be quieter, more hidden, to best keep him safe. Of the 5 Fs, he usually chooses fawn, and sometimes employs a bit of freeze. He goes along with Heaven (as far as he can), not because he truly believes he will never be hurt by Heaven, but because he knows it's the best option to keep himself safe and less of a target. Just as Crowley must exaggerate his flashiness to make himself less of a target in Hell, Aziraphale must keep himself cloaked in over-politeness and appeasing smiles and "yes, absolutely"s, in order to make himself less of a target in Heaven. Hell wants flashy subersiveness, Heaven wants submissive conformity. So that's what Crowley and Aziraphale give their bosses respectively.
All that to say, I think people who gravitate toward Crowley, do so for those reasons, in line with what OP described as him being the Cool Bad Boy with a Tragic Past who Must Be Right In The End and Get The Girl. Meanwhile, because Aziraphale's struggle is quieter, and wrapped in layers of protective optimism and hiding of his true feelings about Heaven, people can overlook what he's really going through, and slap the misogynistic Female Love Interest who Needs To Agree With Bad Boy and Be His Prize He Wins At The End Of The Story tropes onto him. Which: ugh. Gross. For all the reasons you said.
Also, the way people who think Aziraphale was 100% wrong during the F15: it seems to me like it's probably because their shipping goggles cause them to favor Crowley, because his plan is to "run away and have us be together RIGHT NOW" (even if that plan sucks and solves nothing in the long term, for them or for Earth). Whereas Aziraphale's plan is "work within the system to change it, sure we have to leave the Earth we love and we won't be together-together right away, but if we play the long game, eventually we can be together openly and won't have to run away anymore!" (which also sucks because that involves wading into Heaven's abusive power structures all over again, but they were in an impossible choice).
Because Crowley's plan has short-term success of getting them in an overtly-acknowledged romantic relationship, people like that more, and blame Aziraphale for not going along with it. And they overlook how Aziraphale was fighting just as hard for their happy ending, just by playing the long game.
Also: People who say "Aziraphale can't sense the aura of Crowley's love because it's so big it overshadows the whole Milky Way in a big pink heart", 1. are absolutely correct, but 2. they should also be saying the same of Aziraphale's love for Crowley. There's two giant pink hearts overshadowing the entire galaxy, and one is the demon's, but the other is the angel's!!!!
Aziraphale, misogyny and the female character treatment
I don't know if anyone wrote a post about this but I see from time to time comments to this end - that Aziraphale is treated like the female leads in films often are, obviously especially romantic films. So I'm gonna try to point how I see this. I welcome further insights of course.
Say we take a basic premise of a romantic film: A girl is wooed by a bad boy for example. And she is a good girl, from a good, proper family and everything so she refuses his advances. This goes on through his various ploys to entertain and romance her, do things for her etc etc and frustrates us as the audience because we can see the bad boy is actually good, her family is oppressive and holding her back and that she (deep down) cares for him (if only she was brave enough to admit it to herself) and so we want her to open her eyes and say she is actually in love with him cos her life will be so much better should she (finally) give in and run away with him.
Familiar? Reasons Aziraphale is not her and the analogy does not fit (but that I so often see in metas and takes about her):
Aziraphale always knew her family is shit. Or at least longer than Crowley did. She was already anxious in Before the Beginning about what she thought Angel!Crowley could and could not say or do without getting into trouble.
She knows Crowley is good. She never doubted him. Whatever he says or does or pretends to do or must do for his job. Aziraphale knows he's inherently good and would always do good if he can.
She knows she's in love - I mean we can argue about when each realised this and also when each realised the other loves them back just as fiercely, but they both know. And they both love. And they both long to be together. Aziraphale is not ashamed of her feelings nor hiding or suppressing them for fear they are wrong or immoral or other BS like that.
Aziraphale doesn't need to overcome her love for her family/employer and finally make the leap to be with Crowley. They simply can't leave their bosses without punishment. Neither of them. They live in a dictatorship with nowhere to go. And just because Crowley experienced both sides, doesn't give him some huge insight that Aziraphale completely lacks. Both places are awful. Their separation isn’t about fear of societal judgment (or Aziraphale's unwillingness to give up Heaven, being seen as good, being an angel - and to what end, to Fall? I really don't know what takes like this want from her, it would not work anyway), it’s about survival in a system that won’t let them be together.
Aziraphale doesn't want to change Crowley. She never did. She asked for Crowley to come to Heaven as an angel because that was THE ONLY option she had for them to be together in any capacity at that point. It was NOT an attempt to “fix” him—it was a desperate bid for a way they could be together at all.
One thing I don't see as much anymore is the call for Aziraphale to change. Obviously she's pretty but she would be prettier if she lost those century old clothes maybe and started listening to something made after 1950? Be more cool to match Crowley? Less stuffy?
These kind of film premises are already pointless, offensive and make me roll my eyes, but to stick them all over Aziraphale and huff cos she doesn't do what the clever sexy man in dark clothes and sunglasses says she should - well that makes me angry.
And so do takes and mischaracterisations that ignore Aziraphale as silly, her worries as pointless, sometimes excessive - maybe she's just hysterical, you know? The one time she shows more emotion, in F15, she is so often completely ignored in her obvious distress just because Crowley is trying to confess his love at the same time and seemingly 'not getting through,' because Aziraphale is not reacting the way everyone expects. So many takes that always assume Crowley is right, no matter what. Even when he calls Aziraphale an idiot. If Crowley says that, it must be true. No matter that the book spells out in Terry's voice that the angel is extremely clever.
Aziraphale’s charm lies in her kindness, her love for books and knowledge, her whimsy, and her quiet courage. These qualities don’t make her naive—they make her resilient. She often hides how she truly feels, hides her grief, her pain, her true desires, hides what she really thinks; always always to protect herself and her beloved. She is often forced to say stuff she doesn't mean. Again. To keep the one she loves and their fragile relationship safe. But where people seem to catch on with that on Crowley's side, they don't with Aziraphale. She is fierce when pushed and will defend the defenceless (humans) and the ones she loves (Crowley) to her last breath (whether she needs to breathe is irrelevant right now okay).
She loves her bookshop. She built this home, full of knowledge for herself and her demon and you can take this HC from my cold hands. That she was forced to leave it, only emphasises how little choice she had in Final 15. Good Omens has two main, equal characters; who are both gorgeous and complex and deep and neither is right or wrong or in need of saving or learning some huge lesson to get to their goal and be together. What needs to change is the world, the system they live in. And they will change it. P.S. Just to add, many, many (if not all) bad takes on Aziraphale are also bad takes on Crowley. They mischaracterise and misunderstand just how deeply and unconditionally he loves Aziraphale. How he adores her and understands and accepts her just as she is. He does not expect or want Aziraphale to change in any way. He knows why they are not together. And it's not Aziraphale's fault, it's because of circumstances, not because of her choices. Crowley would never ever want Aziraphale to suffer, he wouldn't expect her to come back from Heaven saying how sorry she is for what happened, how stupid and blind she was and how he was always right. That's just not going to happen. ------------------------------------------ @tenok I simply must highlight the awesomeness you put in hashtags!! EVERYBODY please read:
Thank you sm for this!!
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wonwoo's enlisting! which means hoshi is next (and woozi too)!!
can you write smthg about hoshi's s/o being sad when they announces the date for his military service at first but then comes around after seeing how excited hoshi is to serve? ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ
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Hoshi (SVT) | Enlistment fluff | 0.7k | gn!reader
“Yeah, there will be only one set of dishes to wash, less clothes to hang up,” you sigh happily while you kick off your shoes and put your keys back into the little dish on the shelf by the door.
“Ah, and there’s also that new place I wanted to check out,” you keep listing whatever comes to mind.
It’s not like your boyfriend never takes you places that only you’d like, but you think it makes more sense to spend your date nights doing something you both enjoy. So of course the big selling point of his enlistment that he presented to you was that you’d be able to take yourself out for the dates without thinking about his preferences. He’ll pay for you, so you can feel like he’s still there, or so he said.
“Exactly! See, it won’t be that bad,” Soonyoung grins at you. It’s infectious.
To be honest, you still have your doubts. Of course it’s not a big deal, it’s normal, inevitable. He won’t be gone forever, you’ll keep in touch. You suppose you’re just afraid of missing him.
Until now you could always call him and he'd pick up. There was a chance at least, and that alone was enough for you. You seldom called him like that. It really was reassuring enough that he was there, somewhere, like a star in the sky.
You realize it's not that dramatic. But sometimes emotions get the better of you.
“Hey,” Soonyoung comes to stand in front of you, “You’re spacing out again."
"Sorry," you shake your head.
“Thinking about more exciting things to come?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You push him away with a roll of your eyes. “You know it’ll be sweeter when we see each other after some time. It’ll be like we’re just dating again.”
“I guess,” you smile, “What if I got wiser with time and won’t accept it when you confess this time?”
“Oh please,” he smirks, crowding into your personal space just to lean down and whisper into your ear, “You adore me.”
You do. You really do. And maybe that’s why it’s so easy to shake your head at your dramatic thoughts. He’s excited to go and it’s rubbing off on you. You can’t wait for the stories he’ll tell you, can’t wait for him to exaggerate his heroic actions and bravery. Can’t wait to see if there will be any military horanghae. You really hope not but you also believe it might be inevitable. If nowhere else, then whenever you see him during his vacation days.
“I do,” you sigh, reaching up to run your hand through his hair, “I think nobody is as excited about the enlistment as your hair. It deserves to catch some break finally.”
“I don’t know about that,” he considers seriously, picking at a few strands. You wonder what’s giving them the strength not to break immediately upon contact. “I still haven’t tried tiger print hair.”
“You know the date won’t come closer just because you get bald, right?” you sigh, fondly ruffling his hair. Despite how brittle it looks, it stays intact.
“Worth a try,” he smiles, pulling you with him to get snacks in the kitchen, “You’ll miss me though, right?”
You hum and pretend to think about it for a bit.
“Will you, though? How do I know you won’t forget me while making friends?” you tease.
“Never,” he gasps, “I’ll think about you day and night and do my best to make you proud.”
“Then I’ll miss you and do my best for you too,” you finally agree, chuckling when he comes back close to hug.
“We’re meant to be,” he kisses your cheek.
There’s a switch in his energy, sudden but obvious to your trained senses. You hug him back resting your head against his shoulder.
“But you know I’ll be most excited to see you whenever I can, right?” He rubs his hands over your back, “It really will be like we’re reliving our dating days. I’ll pretend I’m sneaking off to see you, okay?”
“Does our relationship really need more spice?” you joke, “Are you bored of me already?”
“Maybe you’ll get tired of waiting for me. I’m doing this for you,” he grumbles.
“I’ll never get tired of you,” you reassure him, “But sure, if you want to act out dramatic skits, then that’s one more reason to look forward to you being away.”
“See? I told you you’ll come around,” he grins before kissing you with a smile.
Something tells you it really won’t be that bad.
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coyote ugly
pairing: aaron hotchner x f!bau! reader
warnings: drinking, alcohol, dirty dancing 😏, violence, use of guns, kissing
synopsis: reader unexpectedly gets pulled out of her weekend job at a coyote ugly esque bar to go undercover for her other job at the fbi where her and her boss, hotch, get a bit too close for comfort.
a/n: this idea came to me after i watched coyote ugly hehe! also something to note is some of the things in here aren’t realistic for example reader working weekends at the bar which wouldn’t happen irl when you’re working for the fbi lol. anyways enjoy bbys. im thinking of making a part 2 to this lmk! not proof read oops
the nights you spent on a saturday and sunday at the coyote ugly bar working are the highlights of your week, of course second after the thrill of catching serial killers and putting them away for life. this little job you’ve had since you were a fresh eighteen year old and training at the academy helps you forget about all the gruesome sides of being out in the field. at coyote ugly, you get to unleash the pent up feelings of rage out by getting up on the bar and dancing your little heart out or by spraying the crowd with water.
you were currently showing off infront of a cute guy by showing him tricks you could do with a bottle of tequila while pouring him an entire row of shots, you wish you were exaggerating but the guy had ordered ten shots. “i hope those aren’t all for you, i wouldn’t want to cut you off so early” you teased. “of course not” the cute guy smiled and paid.
you heard one of your coworkers and closest friends, bella, shout something which meant you and the other girls had to get up on top of the bar and dance. you wasted no time in getting up onto the bar and doing the chereographed dance you had all practiced. all that could be heard from the crowd was hoots and hollers at all you.
you were in the middle of a dance when you felt a tap at your side, you looked down and it was your boss, tammy wanting to tell you something. you bent down so you could hear her properly “nice ass!” a man called out and you simply flipped him off and he backed off. “those two gentlemen are asking after you” tammy smirked. you followed tammys eyes and you seen hotch and morgan standing at the bar. derek was keeled over laughing and hotch as usual didn’t convey any emotion.
“oh shit!” you said. “is that your hotshot boss you’ve been telling me all about” tammy laughed. “shush!” you said eyes widening. you were about to jump down when a man wouldn’t let go of your leg. “knock it off shithead!” you shouted and when he still wouldn’t let go you had to take matters into your own hands. “bucket” you said to tammy and she handed you a bucket full of ice which you gladly poured over the man who let you go and called you a number of unkind names.
you hopped off the bar and walked round to meet hotch and morgan. “hi” you said shyly. “don’t act all shy now princess.” morgan laughed and you felt heat spread across your cheeks. “when you said your weekend job was like coyote ugly i didn’t expect it to actually be like the movie.” morgan said and you shrugged.
“what’s up anyways?” you asked a little impatiently. “there’s a case that we need you on, urgently.” hotch said putting the emphasis on urgently. “right okay.” you said your eyes widening a little. “tammy duty calls.” you say to your boss a little apologetically. “no problem, see you next week honey.” she smiles.
“honey? that’s your nickname?” morgan asked and began laughing. “because i was sweet like honey when i first started, not anymore.” you winked and morgan shook his head in amusement. you looked over at hotch who had a faint smile on his lips.
“this gentleman just ordered water! you know what happens when someone orders water!” bella shouted and pulled out the hose to begin spraying. “okay i’ll meet you both outside, seriously i wouldn’t want you both getting soaked.” you laughed and they made their way out.
once you gathered your belongings you realised you had no appropriate work clothes with you. you met hotch and morgan who were standing directly outside the building rather than inside the car. “your concern for me is so cute!” you giggled.
as you began walking you stopped dead when you noticed two cars and that’s when you released the whole team were there. “you guys brought the whole team?!” you said mortified and hotch simply shrugged and walked to the drivers side. you slide in the back snuggled inbetween emily and jj.
“i am never gonna live this down am i?” you asked in general. “nope!” emily laughed. “you look great though!” emily complimented. “this is the result of getting up on the bar and dancing like my life depends on it.” you laugh.
“i don’t exactly have any work appropriate clothes with me…” you trailed off. you looked down at yourself and you were wearing low waisted denim jeans, a cheetah print crop top that your boobs were practically spilling out of and red stilettos. “don’t you worry, this look is exactly right for tonight.” jj smirked. “i’m not following?” you said confused looking at everyone in the car.
“we’re going undercover.” hotch said and you were too shocked to say anything.
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on the way to bar you and the rest of the team were going to, hotch had caught you up on the unsub and the people they targeted. you had been told the unsub targeted couples where typically the man was older and the woman was younger, the dynamic between the two were usually married man and his sugar baby.
you had also been informed hotch was going undercover with you which made you internally panic. the team decided on you to be the sugar baby since you were the youngest and had the flirtiest and most outgoing personality.
“you can do this” jj smiled noticing how quiet you had gotten. “seriously you’re gonna nail the part, both of you will be so convincing.” emily smirked and you didn’t know exactly how to respond to that.
“yeah i will be.” you said mentally psyching yourself up. you all got out the car and you flipped your hair upset down and adjusted your boobs to sit perfectly. “atta girl!” emily whistled. “just trying to get into character” you laughed. “you’re already nailing it.” derek complimented. you looked over at hotch whose eyes getting flicking from your face to your chest which made your ego skyrocket.
“i don’t want you to panic but we can’t put a vest on you, your top won’t cover it.” hotch said which made your eyes widen practically out their socket. “i’ll be right here beside you.” hotch whispered in you ear offering you comfort.
“good” was all you could get out. “what about a gun?” you asked and hotch gave you a sympathetic look which again told you it would be too obvious and you groaned. “i know and im sorry we didn’t tell you to wear something less… revealing.” hotch said awkwardly which you couldn’t help laugh at.
“but i’m giving you this and i am going to be armed at all times.” hotch said handing you a taser which you gladly put in your back pocket. at the same time he was saying this emily was suiting you up with an ear piece which she managed to successfully conceal by pulling some of your hair forward.
“okay… let’s go.” you breathed out. deciding to get into character right away you looped your arms through hotches.
“okay?” hotch asked looking directly into your eyes to really check you were fine, it was as if he staring into your soul and knew everything that you were thinking. “okay.” you confirmed with a smile and you made a beeline for the bar. the bouncers had already been informed of what was happening so they let you both in no questions asked.
“if we’re going to make this more convincing you got to atleast get me a drink.” you whispered and pulled back smirking back at hotch who couldn’t help but resist. you and hotch went up to the bar where he ordered for the two of you, he didn’t even ask you what drink you wanted he knew. hotch had observed you and your habits whenever you and the team went out for drinks after a particularly hard shift, he knew what drink you liked to get you started and loosen you up.
“you know me so well.” you said and put the glass to your lips, making eye contact as you drank. you internally challenged hotch to break eye contact first since you weren’t and when he did you bit back a laugh.
you had had a crush on hotch ever since you first began working at the bau, there was something attractive underneath all of his sharpness and stoicness and you knew you’d be the one to crack that hard exterior wide open. one day.
you never stopped trying to charm him and get him to open up a little more and let you in, it was taking longer than expected but you knew you were close.
hotch couldn’t resist you either, it was like he melted whenever you asked him to do something or you wanted something he found that he couldn’t say no to you. however, he thinks he hides the fact you win him over everytime very well.
“there is a man staring right at us.” you said still smiling and looking at hotch while subtly flicking your eyes over at your new suspect as to not make it obvious. that was when derek came over you ear piece and confirmed what you had clocked.
“what now?” you asked as you couldn’t just remain sitting at the bar, you had to do something to captivate this unsubs attention and potentially get him to approach the two of you.
“can i have this dance?” hotch asked in a flirtatious tone. “you may.” you said back in the same tone and you both made your way over to the dance floor.
all of your years experience dancing at coyote ugly and being feral in your teenage years made you know you were qualified on how to dance to perfectly capture this unsubs attention. “trust me” you whispered into hotches ear and he looked confused.
you put your hands on his shoulders and started moving your hips slowly from side to side, hotch used this as his queue to put his hands on your hips and draw you into him closer.
you now started running your hands up and down his shoulders then his neck and finally his cheeks, you were going to kick yourself for this later since it was high inappropriate. you were about to pull his face close to you so his lips would touch yours but he got there first and pulled your face in with so much intensity that his lips crashed downed on yours.
you heard gasps over your ear piece which only increased the rapid rate in which heat spread across your cheeks and your whole body. his lips were moving gently with yours and he moved his hand to grab onto your hair roughly. you knew this was part of the act.
you drew back first and smirked and then you swiped your thumb across his lips wiping the lipstick you had left behind. you spun round and started swaying your hips dangerously close to his crotch. you felt how hotch stuttered in his movements then came to rest his hands firmly on your hips and started swaying you along to the music.
he put his head into the crook of your neck and you could feel his breath tickling you, a heat had began to form in your lower belly. “easy tiger” you heard jj chuckle over your ear piece which bought you back to reality.
“you looking for a third?” the suspect said making you practically jump out your skin and gasp. you sensed that hotch picked up on how your heart rate sky rocked as he steadied you at held onto your firmly. his way of letting you know he was there for you.
“what do you think, honey?” hotch asked smirking down at you, he used your nickname on purpose. no one outside of coyote ugly called you that. his use of your nickname has butterflies fluttering in your belly.
“only if you’re really up to it.” was your sultry response. “should we get out of here?” the suspect asked and both you and hotch nodded. okay this was getting real and you had to make sure you didn’t break character. you wouldn’t normally be this on each in normal circumstances, but circumstances weren’t normal as you weren’t protected in any way.
you heard everyone over your earpiece shuffling and moving around, they were quietly leaving behind you both.
you all were out of the club with the suspect walking infront of the both of you, when he suddenly spun round and shoved you roughly against the wall. the impact had winded. “what do you get off on stealing other people’s husbands?” the unsub questioned you getting up in your face but you froze. “what the fuck man?” hotch said shoving the unsub who pulled out a gun on the two of you and he suddenly hit hotch across the face with barrel of the gun.
hotch recovered quickly and that’s when hotch and you both drew your weapons at the unsub. “what?” the unsub said stunned. “FBI! i suggest you drop your weapon.” hotch said. you looked back quick and seen both spencer and jj with the guns also drawn, which meant the others were round the corner.
the unsub directed his gun at you and shot you in the abdomen with no hesitation and the most sinister look on his face. the impact immediately sent you flying to the floor and you quickly clutched your abdomen in pain.
“oh my..” hotch said about to bend down when spencer interjected. “i’ll stay with her, go with emily.” spencer basically ordered and hotch nodded and took off running with emily to get the unsub.
you heard spencer calling for help and declaring it an emergency. you were whining and screaming out in pain, spencer was right beside you but you were struggling to hear him as you were fading in and out of consciousness. your vision went white as pain was soaring through you which made you clutch your abdomen even tighter. you were not going to die.
then, everything went black.
#bau x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#criminal minds#aaron hotchner#bau team#female reader#emily prentiss#jennifer jareau#spencer reid#derek morgan#x reader
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no pressure but aaaa i really love the ghost & lower rank reader thing you wrote 🥺 will there be a part 2?
no pressure + take care of yourself mwah
it’s not a chapter by chapter thing but there will be multiple parts, anyway here’s the next one, bit shorter but there’s a longer one coming after this :)
also tagging @alexinmirrorland for support on the last one :D
i forgot to mention that the last one was intended for fem reader but if anyone wants gen neutral or male reader lmk i can make alternate ones 🤝🤝
part 1
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The grueling part of work is over, which leaves you and your teammates sitting in the corner of the mess, scoffing down whatever crappy food they’re serving today. There’s plenty of people about, but thankfully not so much that you have to shout just to hear each other.
“So, who are your roommates?” One girl, codename ‘Beetle’, asks after finishing her food, now she leans on the table expectantly. Two of the guys weren’t here when the fire happened, on a small training course and had returned to be immediately placed in a random superior’s room.
“Sergeant Sanderson.. He’s very quiet.” One guy—aka ‘Meatball’— says, chewing down on a bread roll as he holds his cup up in his other hand, ready to chug down the water next. Meanwhile, boy beside him, Vulture, rolls his eyes, believing he’s exaggerating. “It’s true! I don't even hear him leave or enter–I think that’s why they call him Roach.”
The rest of you giggle around the table at that, the codename nothing short of silly despite your own ones, especially when the two idiots are squabbling over whether it’s true or not. “Yeah well that’s nothing, mine opens the curtains at five am every morning–even on weekends. Plus he sprays his cologne everywhere.” Vulture argues, until Beetle turns to you, looking at you curiously. “Who's your roommate? I haven't even heard you complain once, not even in training.”
Everyone turns their attention to you, whose face is still stuffed with the chicken leg you were devouring. “Umm..” You swallow down the last bite, swallowing some water before you end up choking aswell. “It’s Lieutenant Riley. He’s okay.”
“A lieutenant?” Both boys look at you in shock, unbelieving that you’d been paired with a lieutenant of all people, all while she looks at you confused. “Who even is that though? I’ve never heard of him.”
“Oh, right— it’s skull mask. Ghost?”
The table falls silent, mostly because their jaws are dropped, in both horror and shock. “You’re joking, right? You wouldn’t be alive right now if you weren’t”
“I’m not joking” You scoff out, chowing down on the bread roll now and making all your words mumbles. “Why would I even lie about that?”
The three share glances with each other, suspicious ones at that. Of course every damn rookie knows the reputation of him, moreso the stories that have been told about him.
“Prove it.”
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“Just because he’s my roommate doesn’t mean I'm not just as scared of him as everyone else–this is evil!” You whisper shout as they pull you down the halls, two of them restraining your arms.
”Well we all know you’re lying, so just confess before we make you prove it.” Meatball huffs, tugging your sleeve along even as you squirm again, now trying to gain sympathy points from Beetle instead.
“You believe me right? I’m not lying!”
You almost stumble over your own feet when you come to a stop outside the gym, looking around in confusion before you spot the familiar mask on one of the men walking across the room. “Go on then. Prove it.”
“What? I’m supposed to just go up to him and say ‘hi roomie’?”
“No– obviously not– just ask him a stupid question or something!”
Before you can argue, she shoves you towards the gym doors and you stiffly enter, swallowing sharply as you watch the Lieutenant walk back to the machine he was using, near a sergeant you’re pretty sure is in his team. But it’s not just any sergeant–no– it’s John Mactavish himself, codenamed Soap. The youngest to join the SAS and hell, everyone you know talks nothing but praise about him. You turn back in a moment of desperation, but your friends have dispersed already, heading towards the supply closet so they can ‘retrieve training equipment’. Damn them. So now you stand in the middle of the gym, torn between actually walking up to them or just living you life being framed as a supposed liar or worse—an attention seeker.
Fate decides its course for you because a bunch of soldiers come for the post-lunch rush, causing you to step out of their way. Of course, you end up stumbling awkwardly over to where Ghost is benching a lot more weight than you could ever handle. “What’re you doing here?” The question catches you off guard and you immediately snap your head towards where he eyes you, not hesitating as he brings the bar lower to his collarbone and then pushes it up to sit on the holder. He sits upright again, still staring, but thankfully Soap has gone elsewhere—likely to refill his bottle or something.
“Uhh.. I have a question.” You glance to the right, wondering if you could somehow make a run for it, but you immediately make eye contact with the three idiots that set you up for this, their glares insistent.
“Don’t got all day, y’know” He huffs, lifting his mask a smidge to wipe his face with the towel.
“What’s your favourite Haribo?”
You really need to get better at what you blurt out because of all of the possible questions you could’ve asked him, even just asking where a piece of equipment was, you had bloody asked him what his favourite gummy was. His eyes narrow in your direction, and you’re convinced it might even be a glare considering that was a very reasonable response to wasting someone’s time.
Unfortunately, it was far worse than any of the possibilities you considered. “Eh? Terrorising the rookies without me?” You freeze, immediately recognising the Scot’s accent, and Ghost seems to read you easily, given that he crosses his arms over his chest, staring straight at you. “My roomate.” He hums, gesturing before turning his attention back onto you. “Go on, repeat it.”
“I- uh– I was just asking the Lieutenant what his um, favourite..Haribo was..” You force each word out, already expecting to be sent to the track for ten laps at this point. Soap smiles at you, lips curling into a sliver of a grin or rather a smirk but he reins it in, tapping his finger against his chin pensively. “Eggs are arguably the best. I’d fight ye on that.”
“Gummy bears.” Ghost plainly states, and you’re ready to give them a thumbs up and run out when Soap nods along in agreement, leaning in just slightly to you.
“This ones a real sadist. Eats the legs off first, then the hands.” For a second, you’re confused, or rather slightly unnerved by his statement though you're not too sure why. Maybe it’s because his elbow is gently nudging yours, or the fact that they look like they’re going to eat you alive. Either way, Ghost nods along to the words, not denying the claims in the slightest. “Bites the head of last. Real cinematic.”
You laugh a little, just for the sake of it, but Ghost stands again, grabbing his bottle in his hand. “I like my sweets the way I like my interrogations. Head off last.”
Now you just stare at the both of them, Soap’s hum of agreement and then the silence that follows. Surely it was a joke, right? You’ve heard rumours before, knew it was probably exaggerated, but now you were getting second doubts the longer they looked at you blankly. Soap’s face is dead straight, staring at you as you blink like an idiot.
“Right. Thanks for the answer.” You nod, a weak smile on your lips, though your face grows paler with each second they refuse to make any reaction apart from a small nod. As soon as Soap turns his head, you make a dash for it, your friends who eavesdropped looking equally as disturbed by the interaction. Soon you all leave the room, silence filling the space between all of you.
Back at the gym, Ghost snorts before patting the Scot on the back and settling himself on the bench again. “Good one mate. I’ll tell ya if she pisses the bed tonight.”
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Lmk if the codename thing is weird, not so much the actual names but like using codenames yk? I feel like its easier than calling extra#1 amy or sumthin LOL
oh and do lmk if you wanna not be tagged idm i just figured
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost x reader#ghost x y/n#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon riley x y/n#simon riley fluff#simon ghost riley x you#cod x reader#cod x you
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the reason forcefem works and actually exists outside of this site as a fiarly popular thing, and forcemasc doesnt, is very sinmply that forcefem is an abstraction of real social processes and forcemasc isnt.
the average forcefem story is often about a man who is insufficiently masculine in some way. some are even about getting forcefemmed by your high school bully, which is an exaggeration of the way boys seen as too effeminate are targeted with sexual harassment in locker rooms and such. and in these stories, once the subject if fully feminized, fully in the position of (trans) women, they are treated as a sex object for both "real" men (which they have failed to be) and "real" women (which they will never fully be). i shouldn't need to explain how this mirrors the real world positionality of trans women. the main abstraction going on is that while many trans women used to exist in the positinality of effeminate failed man at one point, not all effeminate men become trans women, and no one is really forced to. forcefem doesnt really challenge these processes, but it does play with them, and that creates and appeal to those subject to them.
forcemasc doesnt really work that way because it cant. masculinized or otherwise insufficiently feminine women arent treated as a kind o man. they might be seen as a threat by other women, but they are still sexualized and objectified by men. they arent made to be closer to manhood so much as they are made more expendable than other women. and the positionality of trans men in relation to cis men and cis women is a bit more nebulous. on average trans men make less than cis women, but many trans men, even on this site, will report being taken more seriously at their jobs once they are seen as men during meetings and such. this is mostly done by trans men who already have office jobs, but its noteworthy that it can happen. of course the average forcemasc story doesnt bother to compare the forcemasced subject to "real" women anyway, but that only speaks to how divorced it is from anything real. forcemasc is a genderswapped version of the forcefem popular on this site which is a more explicitly trans affirming version of forcefem, which itself abstracts real things
forcemasc is an abstraction of an abstraction of an abstraction. it cannot help but be bad.
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The Wedding Day
John Price x Ex Wife!Reader


This was the hardest thing you've ever had to do.
Your son sat in his car seat, kicking his legs in the air, excited to be John's best man. His grey little suit matched John's, making him look like a mini John. You felt like crying, you had for most of the day as you got your son ready.
The whole drive there, you gripped hold of the steering wheel, trying to stay strong, you had to for the sake of John. You still loved him with all your heart, but he didn't reciprocate the love. That's what hurt you the most: you weren't good enough anymore.
He had moved on; he fell for a younger, more beautiful woman. You couldn't compete, even though you had a kid who couldn't change anything that happened. You just had to hide your love as best as you could for the sake of everyone.
You took a deep breath as you pulled into the church car park. You looked around, seeing all of John's friends and family heading to the church—all the same faces at your wedding, and in your photos.
"Mummy, grandma's over there!" He shouted with excitement as he exaggerated a wave out the window. You looked up, seeing John's mother walking over to the car, you looked away from her, not wanting to face the woman. "Mummy, hurry up!" Your son shouted, squirming in his seat.
"One second, mummy's trying to ring your daddy." You said trying to ring John as you got the car.
"Hello?" John picked up.
"Hi, sorry. We've just got here. We're in the car park." You said taking your son out of his car seat.
"Great. Come to the church entrance, I'm outside having a smoke." You sighed. You didn't want to be here any longer. You didn't want to face John's family or anyone, for that matter.
"Im not dressed appropriately." You said, looking at your paint-stained clothes from decorating your new home.
"It's fine. As long as people don't think you're the bride." He joked, making your heart break.
"Right." You pretended to laugh as you bit your lip. "I'm heading over now." You hung up and carried your son and his bag to the church.
People were everywhere as you walked down the drive. You saw people looking your way and whispering as you walked by. Your son was oblivious to everything as he waved to his family. "Daddy!" He shouted out, making everyone turn to you.
John turned and smiled. He was surrounded by his other groomsmen. Simon gave you an awkward wave. Gaz and Soap both looked at you with sadness as you walked over to them, ducking your head in embarrassment.
"You all look smart." You said trying to make things less awkward.
"Thanks." They all said.
"Anyway. Here's his overnight bag. He's been fed so he'll be ok for a few hours, oh, and he has some spare pull-ups just in case because he's been having accidents." You explained to John, handing him his son and his bag.
"Thanks." He said. "Thanks for bringing him as well I know it's a little far." You shrugged. 'Because I would do anything for you.' You thought, but would never say out loud.
"It's fine." You said, not knowing what else to say. "Anyways, I have to go. I have to pick something up from B&Q."
"Yeah, of course. Kiss mummy." John said as your son gave you a wet kiss on the cheek. You pulled away, smiling, feeling your tears coming.
"Nice to see you all again." You awkwardly nodded to the boys.
"See ya." They all said. They hadn't seen you since you and John divorced.
"Good luck." You said to John before leaving. You quickly walked away from everyone, seeing everyone looking back at you. You ran to your car, feeling your tears pouring down your cheeks. You got in and drove away as quickly as possible. You drove for a few minutes before pulling down a country road to stop.
You sat there for a minute before crying out in heartbreak. You hit the wheel with your fists, you screamed into your hand until your voice broke. You sat back with your eyes shut as your tears kept coming.
Then the phone started to ring, you saw John's name as a photo of your son and him together. You took a deep breath and answered the phone.
"Hello."
"Hi, sorry. I think he's left his teddy."
"Shit!" You said. You turned back, seeing his bear on the back seat. "I'll bring it back. It's here." You said Grabbing the bear and fiddling with the fur.
"Thank you, I owe you." He said. You hung up, not saying anything. The car started again as you drove back down the road.
John stood in the carpark as you pulled up. He walked over as you got out and handed him the teddy. He looked confused as he saw your bloodshot eyes and red, raw cheeks. "Everything alright?" He said. You looked up at him, wiping your nose on your sleeve.
"No. But I will be." You said truthfully that time. You let out a heavy breath and got in the car. "Goodbye, John." You said, shutting the door behind you, you pulled away, seeing John watching you leave.
He tried ringing you over and over again, but you didn't pick up. You drove home picking up a bottle of wine and a share bag of chocolate. You sat on the sofa watching shit on the TV. Your phone was blowing up, making you silence it. You didn't care anymore; you had given up.
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Eat my fig / Jeong Jaehyun



genre: angst, smut • 2.29k words
• nonidol!Jaehuyun x f!reader
(first person point of view)
warning: talking about ex, friend to lover, dirty talk, swear, mention cigarette and use of alcohol, reader watery eyes, jaehyun is protective, lots of kissing, protected sex, vaginal stimulation, clitoris sucking, soft!dominance, vanilla dominance Jaehyun, cum eating, lots of compliments, missionary position petnames (baby, good girl, little dandelion, little one, beautiful girl), nipple play, pussy eater jaehyun, cum on fingers and face
Summary: I was at the frat house with Jaehyun. I heart clenches because of the judgmental and unwanted stares of some old friends and my ex, and i look for Jaehyun...
[p.s This is my first fanfiction ಥ‿ಥ I've always been reading and this time I wanted to write. I hope you like it.]
I hadn't been to the frat house in a long time. I had fallen out with most of my friends because my ex was a complete jerk. Of course my friends believed me because he had known my ex for a long time.
When I got inside, I looked around. Some of my old friends looked at me and started talking to themselves. Maybe I was exaggerating, but it was definitely normal to feel eyes on me in such an atmosphere.
I walked up the stairs and quickly texted Jaehyun:
╰› "I'm here. Are you inside?" - 19.38
╰› "yeah! I'm at the shitty pool" - 19.38
I laughed ridiculously at his message and looked around a little bit and went to the pool. People were talking and drinking.
"Jae!" I called out and went to him. He greeted me and then we sat on the chairs. He handed me the cocktail he stole from inside
I looked at Jaehyun and he seemed quiet. The silence wasn't disturbing, more like it was calming. The music coming from inside was getting louder. Then, “Jaehyun... You know. I came here because of you. So if you stay quiet, I'll leave.”
Jaehyun laughed and threw his head back. I stared at his Adam's apple for a moment and then looked into his eyes as he looked at me. "Okay... It's just shit here. You know. Stupid" Jaehyun said. Of course I understood what he meant. My jerk ex had blamed me for not having sex with him often and broke up with me, and when he told all my friends about it, most of them had distanced themselves from me. But Jaehyun and I also thought that the subject was not just about that and that it was about something else.
"I mean... well... you know he wanted some pussy but you didn't really give it." Jaehyun said quietly. I looked at him silently and said, "I know Jaehyun. You don't have to remind me."
Jaehyun nodded and stared at me silently for a moment, gauging my reactions. He didn't want to ruin our friendship, but he also knew what I thought of him."I'm always here. They all really showed themselves before it was too late. So that's a good thing. It would hurt more if it had lasted longer." Jaehyun said and hesitantly caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers.
I nodded silently. I felt my eyes and nose burning. They were tears. No one else had probably felt any emotion about this, but I was obsessed and crying. I didn't know what my ex had told my friends. When I thought about these things, I questioned myself.
Jaehyun looked at me and when he saw my tears, he wiped them away with his thumb. He looked at my face from the side profile. He was angry at my ex. But right now, he knew he had to own his anger and stay with me. He slowly moved his chair over to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, forcing me to lean against him. "You... You didn't do anything wrong. I'm serious. He was a jerk, a terrible boyfriend, selfish, and someone who didn't deserve you. You're a good girl." He said and cupped my face making me look at him.
I looked at him and said, "It’s just… You know, Jaehyun." He immediately silenced me and "No. Don't talk. This is not a situation where you have to explain yourself. You have nothing to fix. It's that son of a bitch who has to explain himelf and be ashamed."
I exhaled and looked at Jaehyun. He stroked my hair and moved it away from my face and behind my ear. I felt warmth in my chest. It was a warmth that had been there before but I couldn't accept... The sound of music was still coming from inside. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes even mixed into the garden. Jaehyun continued to look at me.
Then he slowly approached me. Still holding me close to him. He swallowed hard as he looked at my face and lips. His instincts to kiss and eat me increased. He clenched his jaw as he tried to hold himself back.
"Good girl..." He said and I breathed, "Jaehyun... Please-" The warmth and longing inside me was making my head spin. He touched my lips and caressed them. Then he kissed and sucked my lower lip. I moved closer to him. My eyes filled with ridiculous tears. He took me in his lap. We stopped hearing the music while he was drinking.
I broke the kiss and he said, "I always said I could take care of you. You just had to give me a chance." I looked at him and cupped his cheeks, saying with need, "Okay... I'm giving you a chance at everything now, Jaehyun. Really."
We continued to kiss there for a while. He put his hands under my clothes and caressed my back. He used his tongue against me, i sucking his lower lip as he moaned into my mouth and his erection started to strain against the zipper of Jaehyun's pants. He pulled away from me and looked at my red lips, lips that had been assaulted by his kisses, and sighed.
He brought me to his apartment in a short time. As soon as we entered he continued to kiss me. I gave him a mixed feeling of need and need. He pressed me against him and pressed me against his erection. "I'm waiting for you impatiently, baby..." He said and pulled me onto his arm. While going to bed, the kissing continued. While kissing my neck, he said, "That son of a bitch didn't deserve you. I'm going to kill him..." and i moaned. He laid me down on his bed and I whimpered. I curled up and pleaded with him. He chuckled in his deep voice and kissed my neck as he took off my top. He looked at my breasts over my bra and "Fuck... You're making me so hard..." He said and i moaned with need. He quickly took off my bra and threw it on the floor. He grunted as he cupped and caressed my breasts. He looked at me as he sucked my nipple and I groaned as I tangled my hands in his hair. The wetness in my panties was now impatient. "Jaehyun... Please... I want you so much. Please. I cried because I want your dick"
Jaehyun chuckled and nodded, “I’ll give you more than you want, baby… Like a good girl, I’ll give you everything…” Jaehyun took off his shirt and I saw his bare upper body. His abs were enough for him and it was turning me on. I whimpered. He immediately kissed me again. My fingers ran between his abs. His abs contracted against my touch. He nibbled and licked my collarbone as he played with my breasts. I winced and moaned. He looked at me and said "I want to eat that pussy..." I begged him, "Please." He kissed me all the way down to my stomach and took off my pants. He looked at my panties and cursed when he saw how wet I was. He quickly took them off and looked at my wet pussy. "For me... Fuck. You've become like this for me... My dick, my tongue and fingers... I'll give it all to you. You'll take it like a good girl, won't you, my angel?
He said and I moaned "yes" breathlessly. He wasted no time in caressing my clit. He spread my wetness and looked at me. He praised me about how good I was, how ready, how wet, how beautiful, how perfect. I was perfect for him. His cock was threatening to rip his pants. Jaehyun didn’t waste any more time and licked my pussy. His thumb worked circular motions over my clit while the tip of his tongue moved against my hole. My back arched and I moaned as I caressed his hair. I moaned his name and listened to his little wet sounds as his warm tongue pounded my wet core. "jaehyun... I... I" I said, I practically forgot to speak and it was very difficult. Jaehyun quickly inserted his fingers and pumped them inside me, curling them He looked at me while moaning and his mouth was covered with my wet juices. This image of him made me cry. "I know baby... Come on... Do it like a good girl." He said and started sucking my clit.
A few seconds later, I felt the powerful orgasm as the knot in my stomach untangled. Jaehyun’s fingers were coated with my juices, his knuckles wet and dirty. He pulled his fingers out of me and I whimpered. He looked at me and licked his two fingers and then came to me and kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips. “You're doing great, little one... You feel so good.”
I nodded and looked at him. After he kissed me, his hands went to his belt and he released them. I swallowed against the sound of metal echoing in the room and waited for him with desire. He got rid of his pants and caressed himself through his boxers. “Jaehyun...” I said breathlessly and he kissed me and silenced me. He got rid of his boxers too. His proud cock hit his stomach. His precum had already left a stain on his boxers. He got between my legs and placed his cock on my belly. His cock twitched between my deep breathing. "I'll take care of you, my little dandelion," he said and caressed his cock while kissing my neck. He touched my thigh.
He pulled away from me slightly and while stroking his cock, he unwrapped the condom with his teeth and put it on himself. I opened my legs for him. I did so without him even having to say so. He held his cock with one hand and rubbed it on my clitoris, pussy lips and spread my wetness. With his other hand he caressed his cheek and kissed me. He pushed it inside me gently.
I moaned when I felt him inside me. He stretched me without pain or effort. I immediately grabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him. After Jaehyun made me comfortable, he moved inside of me. Moaning and grunting sounds filled the room. “Yeah… You’re taking that cock so well...”
He growled and grabbed my hands as I felt him inside me, deep and slow. He brought my hands to my head and held them tightly. My tight velvet walls started to squeeze his cock. Jaehyun's cock twitched inside me and we both moaned. Jaehyun wanted to hear me more. "for me... Don't be silent. Let me hear your voice. Like a good girl” He said as he started to move faster and I moaned. He continued to stretch me. I saw the bulge on my belly and touched it. "FUCK! Look what you did...”
After a short while, Jaehyun sped up inside me for my orgasm and started caressing my clit with circular movements. When I felt like I was going to cum, I moaned to Jaehyun. “Jaehyun... I’m gonna come...” I whimpered. "I know baby... Come on this dick... Keep milking me”
While I was having an orgasm, Jaehyun filled the condom with his cock deep inside my walls. I could feel the warmth of his hot semen despite the condom. "fuck! Yes! Yes! That's it... My beautiful girl... Mine”
He leaned in and hugged me as he slowly pulled out of me. I moaned and whimpered against the emptiness and lack of contact. He took the condom off his softened cock and threw it in the trash. He came over to me and kissed my forehead, fixed my hair and cleaned me up. He dressed me in his own clothes and I caressed Jaehyun's cheek. He kissed my palm and pulled me into a hug.
"Mine... Be mine... I want you with all of you..."
"I already accepted you Jae"
#nct 127#jaehyun#jung jaehyun#nct jaehyun#kpop smut#kpop angst#nct masterlist#jaehyun x reader#jaehyun x y/n#jaehyun x you#nct x reader#nct x female reader#jeong jaehyun x reader#female reader#jeong jaehyun#jeong jaehyun smut#jaehyun angst
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Well, thank you, Veilguard, for supplying me, for the next few years, with something over which to agonize how great it could have been if just about everything about it was different - or, as it is better known, The Essential Dragon Age Experience.
#this is a bit of an exaggeration of course#can't truly say I had such struggles over Origins or 2#they are very well rounded for what they are#Inquisition however - ohhhh that was my Roman Empire for quite a bit let me tell you#I assume this will be my Byzantine one#but anyway#now that it's finally done#I think Veilguard landed smack down in the middle between my hopes and fears#a lot of it good#a lot of it bad#and a LOT of it baffling in its implementation#truly a dragon age game of all time#if anybody is dying to chat about the whole thing hit me up#I am interested in how other people who enjoyed the game even a little bit feel about it#I am glad I played it#but I do not foresee a replay in the nearest future#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#datv
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Has anyone done this yet?
#anime#gundam#witch from mercury#revolutionary girl utena#utena#of course i'm exaggerating for the bit#there's also cowboy bobop
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be the change you want to see in the world *the most morally appalling piece of porn you've ever seen in your entire life*
#check out neuro_blackmail.png on pixiv.net to learn more#literally words#blogging#I am exaggerating a bit of course
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Remember, no matter how badly the Women Characters are being treated on Star Trek, The Women actors behind the scenes are somehow being treated worse!
#of course this is a little bit of an exaggeration#but what I mean is that while the characters are only treated badly for an episode and then they all forget about it#the actors have to put up with it continuously#and over a long period of time#also mostly looking at tos tng ent and a little bit of ds9#just a little#I don’t know much about voyager#ds9#tos#tng#voy#ent#the original series#GUYS ALL READ NANA VISITOR’S A WOMEN’S TREK
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Me: "Can I please use all this energy to draw on an actual project"
My brain: "You will draw the same character over and over and you will like it."
Me: "Okay."
#rayman#artists on tumblr#these were made over the course of like two months or so#you can see that i was messing with his design a bit#kind of adjusting the way i drew him as i went along#uhhh anyways yeah i just think he's neat#he's fun to draw#its because he doesn't have limbs#drawing limbs is my least favorite part of drawing any humanoid character#so him not having any takes away a lot of the frustration i often have in drawing certain dynamic poses#he's also very cartoony which is up my alley. very expressive and fun#he has helped me push drawing exaggerated expressions more#he has good shapes!! its good character design!!!#and drawing him is comforting#i'll draw something else eventually but for now i'm just having fun#i have no idea how i'm going to format this post on twitter without it getting cropped to hell#i will worry about that later
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i want you to yap about jj/koc!!!!! tell me what your fav headcanons are about them <3
THE WAYYYYYYY I HAVE YET TO ANSWER YOUR ASK ON THAT JOE HAREM AKDHSKSJSKSKSK sort of its not even really harem bc like. is it. legit. its in my drafts. waiting for me to yap. its so good. i have shit to say abt it. i literally want to branch abt ja’marr and tee for the wr room too. and treymarr LMAOOOO and chase for the rb room even if like. the rb room is kind of sad and i wanted to focus more on his poly insanity of the 23 rookies dragging big dick mike into it BUT let me answer this one first 😭 yeah…...
ANYWAYS. headcanons. um. i don't have much. FFJFJFJ let me direct you to my prev ask um....
god i don't even know much about their lore to actually like. expand my shit about them LMAO like. if i base shit from this one post i'd say like. ko being a whole completely new thing for justin. justin's previous coaches being?? not so well???? or like. not as invested or as into him or as developing as ko is even if he clearly has broken vikings records since he got into the vikings like christttt this man is talented and ko clearly knows how to use him.
as i said in that previous askkk ko being the one to be able to like. break apart justins numerous layers of 1) pr perfect (CARMENS ASK ON THIS IS INSANE BTW. WILL GET TO THAT AT SOME POINT ARGH) then 2) lashing out tiger claws etc etc then finally 3) the justin jefferson that gets to break down and stumble and fall and titter uncertainly and very much never to be seen on camera but!! ko gets for some fucking reason and that shit terrifies the ever living shit out of justin who the fuckkk does this guy think he is waltzing into his team with his warm smile and steady hands and certain gait and kind words and clever playbook and encouragement and acceptance. skittering away uncertainly at first when ko shows him this but come on now this is justin jefferson when has he ever run away from anything ever next thing you know he's marching right back to ko and re-introducing himself and boom. charmed and being charming and i don't think he's ever going to let go of ko ever and i don't think ko's ever letting go of him ever lmao.
as ive said ko is like. incredibly soft, such a players coach, that time where he told sam to step away for a sec just to say he was proud of him?? and that clip of him to the side staring at his team hauling sam up oh my godddd. and also again based on this one post ive seen ages ago and ingrained to my fucking head about them its like. it's so fucking FUNNYYYYYY to me. how koc has legitimately mentioned justin has a great smile 😭 i have no idea if he's mentioned it some other times before probably tbfh but. that's so sweet 😭 justin DOES have a pretty smile……the prettiest thing about him dare i say……thank you coach kevin o'connell for mentioning this in actual to everyone in an official article for real lmao SORRY got distracted but. he's so sweet. so kind with his words. and so soft. and just soooo??? so easy to fall for so it took justin like. days. fucking DAYS. for him to just. starts wobbling. eyes to starts skittering away when ko tries catching his gaze. a whole week of just adjusting to new feelings before he starts to snap his spine back into himself because he's justin fucking jefferson and boom he's flirting right back (not that like. ko flirts intentionally at times 😭 they're both just. such natural unintentional flirts at times its a travesty to their team theyve learned to just. live with it. their social media team delights and despair it.).
and i think about ko is that he's like. incredibly charmed by justin. so fucking amazed by his talent. who the fuckkkk works like him. who breaks records like justin jefferson. unable to stop himself from just. gaping. eyes wide everytime he sees justin catch a ball. eyes following his figure running across the field. ears ringing knowing he has to navigate and call a play call a name call something but fuck he's just focused on how justin's smiling how he's swinging around his hips laughing with jordan and practically gleaming underneath the stadium lights. pretty. fucking gone for him. also. great smile. stilllll so stuck on him mentioning justin's smile alkfkasf soooo funny god crying at this.
also: comparing yet again ja'marr and justin. competency kink 😔 justin being soooo horny for ko's offensive schemes and all his coaching abilities and hey he has thrown with justin right so like. well.
the flirting. ive talked a bit here mostly as comparison to joemarr's preschool ass shy unable-to-meet-eyes flirting. they are soooo. fucking. Shameless. how the fuck. no really but they are upfront about it they look at each other straight in the eyes and giggle at each other and tilt their chins provocatively and just say shit. whatever the fucking words are positively DOUSED with flirty energy. they can be talking about the fucking weather, routes and plays, or even taking the most humongous most disgusting most gut-wrenching shit of their lives ever and it would still sound like they're flirting about ferris wheel dates and candle-lit dinner and fucking on a bed of roses. sorry but 😭. if you listen to any bit of mic'ed up moments between them, or interviewed moments between them, it's genuinely crazy it's like. they can't help themselves. they're natural flirts?? around other people but when they meet each other they up the fucking ante to about 10000000000 billion watt so. either you get used to it or you just. skedaddle out of sheer uncomfortableness. dare i say that their team has gotten so fucking used to it 😭 dare i say that that shit is contagious and now a whole lot of them especially the influenceable rookies are following their footsteps. vikings.....oh boy.......every time i see practice vids its crazy btw there's always a moment of ko just having to pop by and just like nudge at justin and justin just like blooms under his gaze its so cute they're so cute 😭
there's also this LMAOOOOO no but really. how many times do you think has kevin o'connell stumbled in his words and like. physically. because justin jamal jefferson just could not fucking help himselffffff oh my god. what is the fucking matter with him 😭😭 who STARES like that at their coaches.....justin motherfucking jefferson that's who. ko yapping gesturing with his cup like justin isn’t giving him ecchi fuck me eyes you’re definitely stronger than me 😔✊ but really does justin do this shit on purpose or. or...
also ehe i know you asked for hcs but like. would u like more of um. i did a little bit of fic idea of them fake dating once here and am still so enamored by it so:
koc/jj - constantly getting the vibes of ‘he fuckeddd that old mannn’ when i see gifs of those two with jj just being 🥰😘💞🎀💓🌸💖💝🩰🌷 aughguhgh outrageous levels of besotted he’s WORKING he’s GETTING HIS MAN he’s FLIRTING hes using EVERY weapon in his disposal (competency, beauty, babygirlism, etc) you have to respect that shit. stupid fic idea that won’t leave my head is of them getting into a scandal caught by paparazzi romantic ass dinner holding hands and ending the night clubbing close but they really aren’t anything at that time but ahaha you get where I’m going with this right FAKE DATING!!! except this isn’t really feasible bc lets be real a coach dating his player = fired. period. or the player traded to a different team which. WHICH. but theyre both like invaluable to the vikings so they just go ok fake dating have at it (that makes zero sense but whatever). anyway super fun idea can’t lie justin upping his cutesy lovey schtick and koc quietly dying from it. joe legit reaches out like 'ur not being coerced or anything right' while jamarrs like 'get that silver dickkkk' (hes like 39 but whatever) etc etc.
the joemarr double date 😭 can you imagineeeee joe and ja'marr squinting suspiciously at ko smiling serenely at them and justin squinting suspiciously back at the two im crying as i picture this
ko begins just. charming the ever living shit out of them. and ja'marr is somehow the one who can't fucking unbend because. he was all for it at first?? like oh!! justinnn??? coachfucker justin jefferson lmaaoooooo???? no really he was brutal about it justin has to briefly block his number because oh my god 'marr shut the fuck uppppp but then. he actually sees justin with ko and boom. every single protective bone in his body is bricking the fuck uppppp and now justin has to call off attack guard dog ja'marr chase from ripping ko to shreds 😭 joe, who has like. the slightest idea that this might happen is just. going along for the ride at this point, hooking his ankle around ja'marr's under the table to help calm him the fuck down and keep him from lunging across the table and making sure to keep stealing the prawns off ja'marr's plate so ja'marr gets distracted and pissy at him instead of like. interrogating ko on his ancestry and credit scores and history of animal abuse who knows at this point where ja'marr's mind has gone to. justin straight up tries to stand up to strangle ja'marr one time and ko just casually brings up an arm to tug him into his side and justin settles huffily into him and. joemarr gets sharp. their eyes sharpen. zero in on the minuscule space between the two. ja'marr gets quiet. drinks his wine and tucks closer to joe too like. damn okay then fuck. joe chuckles quietly and pinches at his thigh and tells him to let up for fucks sakeeee and the dinner goes smoother finally and ja'marr finallyyyyy laughs at kos jokes 😭👍 needles at him about who's the better receiver just to be annoying and test him out a little if he answers ja'marr he isn't appreciating justin the fuck if he answers justin he doesn't know shit and if he answers neither he’s way too fucking evasive and that’s not good at all the fuck but joe gracefully saves the day by just moving the entire conversation around (throwing peas subtly at justin so he'd shut the fuck up too god why are nearly all his wide receivers like this)
(after the dinner waving goodbye to joemarr driving away in an uber ko bends down to press his forehead to the back of justin's neck and just. heaves out a sigh so heavy like. oh my god. why the fuck is ja'marr chase so intimidating. and justin's laughing at him making his body shake with him saying yeah isn't he the sweetest with the worlds just. fondest fucking voice and kos hugging him from behind feeling so pleased he gets to be accepted by the two boys justin has anchored himself so thoroughly during college and refused to let go to this day auguhughga LSU TRIO MY BELOVEDDDDD 😭)
ko and joe bondingggg aaaaaaa about like. qb stuff 😭 am so shit at football stuff i cannot even expand on this shit LMAOO but like. strategies. plays. cadences. the chiefs dynasty and nfl rules maybe lmao. the state of the nfl commissioners and schedule making and shit rules and penalties and how they can make them better maybe who knows certainly not me 😇 and jjmarr egging them on to say the more foulest shit they usually keep under pr perfect wrap and justin gleefully letting go of his perfect pr image to just shit talkkkk with ja'marr god that's cute the idea he can be freeee with ja'marrrr aaaa
fighting over the check lmao ko pays btw which is. who gets paid more players or coaches. players? i feel like its players. but ko gets sneaky and somehow pays the entire thing. joe, who usually is the sneakiest and pays for shit like this is very impressed. justin behind is like. glittering in smugness. ja'marr is also quietly impressed ofc.
okay so this is more of like. the joemarr double date over the fake dating aspect 😭 i literally have 0 ideas for the fake dating damn youuuu brainnnn workkkkkkkk argrhrgrhrhhrhh
okay. bye....im out 😭
#ask#ty love ill answer your other ask.....who knows when 😭#shooting myself in the foot complaining shit about nobody asking me shit abt jjkoc#when i have dozens (exaggeration. but also…) of unanswered asks…#BUT GODDDDD JJKOC#heavily curious abt jj mccarthy who’s like. anakin looking. hmm.#when i. finally know more. about him. yall are going to be Sick of me. no really.#my writing#koc/jj#koc#justin jefferson#jjkoc#vikings#and a bit of#joemarr#joe burrow#ja'marr chase#because of fucking course where there's justin there's them#i feel like. i can add more. but like. i have no more. damn it. is this all that i have......what a shame.........
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Old Streets Fights art time!! Urien and Gill were actually what initially got me into the games fully‼️ The Gill art was from back when there was the whole trend going around of drawing characters in that dress 💀
#my art#street fighter#urien#gill#my long standing fascination with illuminati conspiracies is partially to blame#i like urien a bit more than gill i will say#i just think his character and more sciency vibe are super cool#gill’s hair takes thirty billion steps to draw (exaggerations of course but still)#i hope people don’t mind seeing older stuff of mine
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I'm pissed at Till again.
Why aren't there any posts about his concert here in Portugal on his Instagram? Were we not good enough for you, Mister? Were we not rocking enough with almost 40ºC weather? I'll send you the laundry bill for my fish-smelling t-shirt then.
#I am a bit annoyed there's nothing about our concert there since it's been seen as one of the best concerts of the festival#but I am of course exaggerating
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