#this is just what first popped in my head and the first google searches

[hcsiqs]

TALK TOO MUCH— paige bueckers x famous!reader

༊*·˚ summary: while doing the wired autocomplete interview, you reveal your celebrity crush to be the famous athlete, Paige Bueckers

༊*·˚ warnings: use of y/n, reader is close friends with renee rapp

༊*·˚ author's note: and after months away...here i am so it might be a little rusty my bad yall

You sat down in the chair that was placed perfectly in back center of the all-white room you had just arrived in a few moments prior. Your makeup artist and hair stylist both came up and made some quick fixes before giving a nod to the crew behind the camera that you were ready.

You sat in the chair with your arms resting against the arms of the chairs as the director gave you the cue to start, "Hi guys! It's Y/N Y/L/N, and this is the Wired Autocomplete Interview" you beamed at the camera doing a small wave. You were then handed a card that was made to look like a Google search bar with questions, with certain parts being blocked out by a white piece of paper.

The first board was questions mostly about where you grew up and how you got your start in music, some even asking about your hometown friends. Two boards later you were handed one that had most questions starting with "who".

You held up the board to the camera as you pealed the first question up, "Who is Y/N Y/L/N's inspiration?" you read out loud before tapping your finger against your lips. "I don't know exactly. I feel like I get inspiration for my music from a lot of different artists, but also from the place I grew up and the people I grew up with" you told the camera truthfully, "But, I have really been loving Renee Rapp right now" you smiled, giving your closest friend a small shoutout.

You continued answering a few more questions before peeling the last one off, reading it as you went, "Who is Y/N Y/L/N's celebrity crush?" you read out before slapping your hand to your face and shaking your head no. "Oh Gosh," you laughed softly as your face warmed, the crew behind the camera laughing with you.

"Wow you guys really wanna know my dark secrets" you smiled as you tossed the board off to the side. You bit down on your bottom lip, as you tilted your head side to side, debating if you should tell the entire internet you your celebrity crush was.

Ultimately, you decided that since you were an artist and she was an athlete there was no way your fans crossed between you two, and there was absolutely no way she knew who you were and would see this interview.

"Ugh, okay, okay, I'll tell y'all," you said, covering your face with your hands for a second to calm yourself before letting a small smile fall on your lips as you remove your hands from your face. "Paige Bueckers," you smiled, tilting your head slightly, "And do not tell her! Or I'll like die," you laughed, pointing your finger at the camera.

You finished out the next few boards, cracking jokes, or sometimes leaving answers your fans would have to dissect to figure out your true answer, but soon enough the interview finished and you thanked the crew and said your goodbyes before heading home.

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Several weeks passed and you had completely forgotten about your little mention of the star athlete in the video until you were scrolling on TikTok. An edit of the blonde popped up, but much to your shock the intro was a clip of you from the WIRED video talking about the girl before it cut to several velocity-style clips of her, with one of your songs playing in the background. Your eyes then wandered down to the caption which read, "y/n is so real for that" followed by several hashtags.

You then let your curiosity get the best of you as you opened the comments to see what people were saying, some nice and some not so much.

BRO NOT MY FAVS COLLIDING

paige has got to see this

Yall we just lost Paige to whoever this is

not her shooting her shot...and its def not gonna go in

need them together actually

PLEASE never media train her

You couldn't help but scroll in the comments for what seemed like forever before the notification fell from the top of your screen as your phone vibrated lightly. It read with Renee's name at the top with the small phone symbol beside it, you clicked the small answer button and answered the phone, the sound of the girl on the other side dying laughing cutting through.

"Bitch there is no fucking way!" Renee cackled, and you could hear her hitting the couch between each of her words. "Oh My God, I love you so much baby, but exposing yourself like that is crazy work," she spoke into the phone, her laughter dying down.

You groaned, mentally smacking yourself, "I don't even know why I said it! Shit, what if she sees it and thinks I'm some fucking weirdo..." you rambled, before the girl on the other side of the line cut you off.

"Chill. She's not gonna think you're a weirdo," she said, attempting to calm your nerves. "She has like thousands of random ass people talking about her all the time, you're fine."

"Why did no one shut me up," you said, pacing around your living room before feeling your phone buzz with the name paigebueckers appearing in the notification. "She just dmed me," your mouth dropped open as you told your best friend as she encouraged you to open it.

paigebueckers Soooo someone told me about your crush. But like don't die though

You opened up the message and started typing out your apology as quickly as you could.

ynyln omg im so sorry!! i literally didn't think you'd see it and completely forgot i said it after i finished the thing

paigebueckers You're good 🤣

paigebueckers I’ll always take a compliment from a pretty girl

And with that message, you practically launched your face into one of the pillows on the couch as you felt the blood rush to your cheeks and your body went warm.

ynyln oh godddd stopppp😭😭

[miyasmagnolias]

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⋆˙⟡

miya atsumu x f!reader

atsumu apologizes to his brother for a years-old argument — only to get ambushed about his feelings for you.

part eight of the in close quarters series, a friends-to-lovers college AU featuring you, atsumu, and the ten months you spend living together senior year.

The night before Atsumu's first game of the season, you found him pacing outside of your open bedroom door.

"Tsumu?" you called out to him from your bed, eyes focused on the book of short stories you'd been annotating for the past twenty minutes. Your roommate's head popped in almost immediately.

"Yep?"

"I've seen flies more restless than you are right now," you joked, closing the book and pushing your hair back with your reading glasses. "Everything okay?"

His fingertips drummed against the doorframe in thought. "Are ya busy? Can I get yer advice on somethin'?"

"Sure," you replied, propping yourself up against your headboard. Meanwhile, Atsumu sat himself down backwards in your desk chair, his bleached hair still damp from a shower, a towel slung over his shoulders.

"So you know how my first game is tomorrow," he began.

"Yes," you drawled bemusedly. "I've only bought the tickets, put it on my Google calendar, and agreed to wear one of your old jerseys."

"Right," Atsumu breathed, glancing over to where the jersey in-question now hung on the door knob to the bathroom. You'd even steamed it for good measure. "Well, normally I'd be super pumped the night before. I'd blast music, hype myself up in the mirror — "

"Ogle yourself in the mirror," you corrected.

" — but I don't wanna do any of that right now." His tone was clipped. Confused, even. "All I feel is this growin' pit in my stomach. Like I'm about to yak at any second."

"Okay," you said with a nod, tracing your fingertips along the spine of your book in search of the right words to say. "Anything in particular you're worried about?"

Atsumu folded his arms across the back of your chair, brow furrowed in concentration. "Well, for one, it's my first game since my coach kicked me off the team for a month. So there's a lot at stake."

"That makes sense," you reassured him. You knew Atsumu had been putting in extra hours since his forced hiatus from volleyball, but he'd never really admitted to you how he felt about it. "Are you nervous that you might not play as well as you used to?"

"Kinda," he said, scrubbing his hair out in frustration. "I just, I feel really shitty about the way I used to treat my teammates when they were havin' an off-day. I mean, I was a complete ass. I just assumed they weren't workin' as hard as I was, or didn't care as much as I did, until..."

"...until it happened to you?"

"Right." Atsumu's throat bobbed. "There was this one time, back in high school, when I called Samu a piece of trash for not hittin' my serves the way I wanted him to. Told him if he couldn't score, he had no business bein' on the court."

"Well, I'm sure he took that very well," you drawled. Atsumu chuckled.

"It was by far the worst fight we'd ever gotten into," he admitted. He could still remember the way Osamu's foot had collided with his spine, the vitriol they'd spat at each other in the middle of the stuffy Inarizaki gymnasium.

"Does wittle Atsumu never make any mistakes?!" Osamu had hissed, fists clenching his t-shirt as he pummeled him to the ground in pure, unadulterated contempt.

"What's wrong with callin' a piece of trash a piece of trash?!" he'd sputtered back, fingernails digging into Osamu's wrists hard enough to draw blood.

Back then, Atsumu had never hesitated to berate his brother for playing like shit. Now, Atsumu didn't have much room to talk, and Osamu hadn't said a damn thing about it.

"I know we haven't played together since high school," he murmured, fiddling with the loose threads on his towel. "I just...I feel bad for givin' him so much grief, ya know?"

Your eyes softened at his confession. "Well, have you ever considered apologizing to him?"

"What? No," Atsumu scoffed, as if you'd just suggested he dive off a steep cliff. "We don't do that sorta thing."

You snorted. "Okay. What do you do after an argument, then?"

"I dunno. Avoid each other until it blows over. Play Winning Eleven once it does."

You rolled your eyes. "Well, maybe you should try talking to him about it for once."

"Because it'll clear my conscious?"

"Because it's the right thing to do," you snapped. "Seriously, have you always been this conflict-averse?"

Atsumu hummed in deep introspection. "Well, I'm sure if ya asked all the girls I've dated before — "

"Okay," you interrupted him before he could say anything else. It didn't stop the flicker of jealousy from unfurling in your chest. "Why don't you just stop by Onigiri Miya before it closes and talk to him then?"

"What, tonight?"

"Would you rather spend the entire night wanting to hurl?"

"Fair point," Atsumu said, standing from your desk chair. He glanced down at you — in your reading glasses and matching pajama set — and felt his lips tug into a slight smirk. "Have I ever told ya that ya look like a hot librarian when ya wear those?"

"Many times, Tsumu," you deadpanned. "Now go."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And get me a salmon onigiri while you're at it!"

He winked at you before closing your bedroom door, his teasing smile lingering in your mind long after he'd left.

"Thank ya, come again!"

Osamu waved goodbye to his last customer of the night, the door jingling behind them as they left. He shucked his gloves into the trash can and sighed, turning towards his employee with a weary smile.

"Why don't ya head out early? I got it from 'ere."

"Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly, eyeing the front door like it might open again at any second.

"Positive. Ya got that test in the morning, right? Be sure to get plenty of rest — and take that bento box I made for ya in the fridge."

He wished her goodnight, making sure she got to her car safely before closing the back door to Onigiri Miya and bolting it shut. He hadn't even made it back to the dining room before the front door jingled again.

"Sorry, we're closed!" Osamu hollered from the kitchen, already grabbing the roller mop.

"But yer sign's still on!" a familiar voice called back. "False advertisin', much?"

Osamu poked his head out just in time to catch Atsumu crouching behind the display case like a street rat in search of its next meal.

"The hell ya doin' here?"

"Y/N wanted salmon onigiri," Atsumu said flatly.

Osamu tightened his grip on the mop, resisting the urge to smack his twin brother for the dozens of health codes he was violating right now.

"I'll make ya both a to-go box. Just — get yer grimy hands off the display case."

Ten minutes and two salmon onigiri later, Atsumu wiped his mouth with a paper napkin while Osamu balanced the cash register across the counter. Behind a mouthful of rice, Atsumu asked, "Do ya remember that big fight we got into back in high school?"

"Ya mean the one that got both of us suspended for two days?" Osamu scoffed. "What about it?"

"Well, I've been thinkin' about it lately, and I just wanted to say...ya had every right to kick my ass."

Osamu paused in the middle of counting bills. A second passed. Two.

"I'm sorry," Osamu managed, stifling his laugh. "Are ya tryin' to apologize to me right now?"

"Don't get used to it, jackass," Atsumu glowered. "I've been torn up about it ever since my coach put me on mental health leave. I thought, 'Well, shit. Now I really don't have the right to tell other people that they suck at volleyball.'"

Osamu blinked. "What a heartfelt apology. Thanks."

"No, that's not — " Atsumu cursed under his breath. He really was conflict-averse, wasn't he? He took a deep breath and tried again.

"What I meant to say was, I was way too hard on ya back then, and I'm sorry." After a moment, he added, "It only took me gettin' dumped and put on volleyball leave for me to realize I was kinda bein' an ass."

His brother's lips pulled into a slight smirk as he said, "Kinda?"

"Okay, a complete ass. There, ya happy now?"

A chuckle rumbled out of Osamu as he considered his brother's half-baked apology.

"For what it's worth, I shouldn't have kicked ya so hard. Ma thought I went and paralyzed ya."

"Please. Ya weren't that strong," Atsumu scoffed.

Osamu merely hummed, continuing to count. The sound of him parsing through the worn paper bills reminded Atsumu of you, flipping through a library book at the end of a long day. A small smile flickered across his face at the thought.

"Did Y/N put ya up to this? This whole attempt to clear yer conscience?"

"Why? Ya don’t think I would've come here myself?"

"Honestly? No."

He might as well have kicked Atsumu in the back all over again.

"Ya have been kinder ever since ya started livin' with her, though," Osamu admitted. "She makes ya better."

Atsumu shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Yeah, well, she tends to have that effect on people."

Osamu noticed his subtle change in demeanor and asked, "Somethin’ goin’ on between the two of ya?"

"What? No," Atsumu said, although the way his ears turned bright red revealed otherwise. "What makes ya think that?"

"I dunno. Maybe the fact that ya drove twenty-five minutes the night before a big game just to buy her food?"

"I came here to apologize!"

"Only because she sent ya here!” Osamu argued. "Seriously, Tsumu. Ya never liked goin' out of yer way for others. Not for me, and certainly not for yer previous girlfriends. But here comes Y/N, and suddenly, yer watchin' The Bachelor on Monday nights. Drivin' halfway across town to replace her book. Sayin' sorry for things I thought you'd never admit to!"

"So what if she makes me want to be a better person? That doesn't mean she'll like me back!" Atsumu snapped.

His words hung in the air, unable to be taken back. He hated how pathetic, how vulnerable, they sounded. Osamu blinked back in surprise.

"Besides," Atsumu grumbled, tearing the corners of his used napkin. "She's too smart for me."

Osamu's shoulders sank.

"Come on. Ya may be jack shit at apologies — " Atsumu cut his brother off with a glare. "But she seems to really care about ya. Didn't she plan a whole bar crawl for ya a while back?"

"Yeah, but she practically threw me at another girl," Atsumu lamented. “I think she wants one of those Timothée-Chalamet-type men. The kind that watches foreign films and is good at crossword puzzles. I'm shit at crossword puzzles."

"Well, maybe she just doesn't know yer into her like that. It wouldn't hurt to just ask her out and see what happens.”

Atsumu pressed his forehead against the countertop, wishing he could just melt into the floorboards and call it a day. After a while, though, he asked, "Do ya really think she'd say yes?"

Osamu smirked. He'd never seen Atsumu so worked up about someone other than himself before. It was strange. Refreshing, honestly.

"Couldn’t tell ya. Twin telepathy only goes so far.”

"I wanna yak just thinkin' about it," Atsumu groaned, raking a hand through his hair. Is this what healthy communication felt like? Endless nausea? "Ya comin' with her to the game tomorrow night?"

"Yep. Suna's comin', too."

"I swear to God, if either of y'all embarrass me in front of her — "

"I told him to leave the giant cardboard cutout of yer face at home."

Atsumu's face twisted in disgust. "Y'all still have that thing?"

"We may or may not have put it in our front window to scare off loiterers," Osamu said. Atsumu's jaw went slack. "What? It's technically my face, too."

"I hate that yer roommates," Atsumu drawled, tossing his trash away and retrieving the extra takeout bag for you. He lifted it in farewell before heading towards the front door. "Thanks for the food...and for hearin' me out."

"Don't mention it," Osamu replied in earnest. "And this goes without sayin', but yer secret's safe with me."

Atsumu merely nodded before pushing the door open, climbing into his car, and driving off in the direction of campus. Only when he was out of sight did Osamu release a long, exasperated sigh.

He didn't know if Atsumu would ever muster up the courage to ask you out. Hell, he didn't even know what you'd say. All he knew was that his brother had willingly apologized to him for the first time in twenty-two years — and you were the reason behind it.

Chuckling to himself, Osamu pushed the cash drawer shut, crossed the dining room, and locked the front door. He turned off the neon OPEN sign and got right to cleaning.

For his own sake, he hoped you'd stick around.

And for Atsumu's sake, he hoped you'd one day say yes.

a/n: eeek next chapter is college gameday, y'all! osamu, suna, y/n and the volleyball gang all in one place!

i have the rest of the story outlined as well, so many thanks for all of your patience as this slow burn keeps on burnin'. i do hope it'll be worth the wait! ‪‪♡

@miyasmagnolias, 2025

[checkeredflagggs]

Surprise!

pairing: max verstappen x girlfriend!reader

summary: max has a surprise waiting for him after Miami

a/n: this literally popped into my head after I heard speculation that real baby verstappen was born! Well wishes to the family!

a/n2: recently learned that my great grandmother was named Tommy and I loved that so much! So I really wanted to use her name somewhere

a/n3: I did 1 quick google search that said that it was just under 11 hours from Miami to Monaco and as that worked for my fic, that’s what I’m going with. If it’s wrong imagine the rookies pleading with their eyes to make the pilots go faster

a/n4: I did a quick search on pregnancy and labor, please Do Not fact check me. I’m good with the fanfiction version of it

a/n5: I wrote this before the Jack alpine news dropped…

Masterlist | Rookies Masterlist

y/n

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tagged: francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux

y/n: a weekend with the girls! With our fur babies!

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user1: now this is the type of content I’d pay to see

↳user2: the Leo/Nino/Simba play date is top tier content

↳user1: right???

oscarpiastri: I still haven’t met Nino yet…

↳y/n: come visit after Miami! Max will be collecting all the animals then

↳oscarpiastri: will do!

user3: girl girls girls!!

alexandrasaintmleux: oh I can’t wait! this weekend is gonna be amazing! liked by y/n, francisca.cgomes

user4: collecting the animals??

↳user5: I mean…she’s gotta be getting close

↳user6: do you think she’s going to stay with someone till she gives birth?

↳user5: that’s what I would assume — I suspect it’s probably one reason why they’re having a sleepover

maxverstappen1: have fun mijn leeuwin

↳y/n: always do!

↳francisca.cgomes: of course we will!

charles_leclerc: and how is leo doing?

↳y/n: he’s attacked 4 of max’s trophies and he’s been here 30 minutes

↳charles_leclerc: good good

↳maxverstappen1: 😑😑 liked by charles_leclerc

olliebearman: you guys are gonna watch the race right?

↳y/n: of course we are darling — and you’re gonna do amazing

↳kimi.antonelli: and me ��🥺

↳y/n: I’ve got my #12 hat ready!

↳jackdoohan: the favoritism…

↳y/n: I have them on a rotating schedule jack!

↳maxverstappen1: better than me! She doesn’t wear my merch anymore liked by jackdoohan

↳y/n: I’m carrying your baby, what more do you want?? liked by olliebearman, gabrielbortoleto_, liamlawson30, isackhadjar, jackdoohan, kimi.antonelli

f1gossip

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f1gossip: max was all smiles today when asked about y/n and their upcoming child!

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user7: god to have max look at you like that!

user8: oh my god he’s so cute…

user9: oh y/n is so close! I guess I didn’t realize she’s due soon

↳user10: me either!

↳user11: wait how close is she?? I couldn’t watch the interviews 😡

↳user10: just about 2 weeks left!!

↳user11: oh wow that is so close!

user12: baby verstappen incoming!

↳user13: oh i can’t wait for the rookies to meet baby lion…

↳user14: they’re gonna be great big brothers!

↳user13: they really are

Private Messages, Max and y/n

Private Messages, y/n and Alex/Kika/Sophie/Victoria

Private Messages, Jos and y/n

Bluesky

user15: what’s happening??? Why are they legit running away??

↳user16: omg what if it’s y/n??

↳user17: don’t even speak that into existence!

user18: this has to be about y/n…

↳user19: no but for real what else would cause Max AND the rookies to go sprinting through the paddock like that??

user20: max’s jet just left Miami

↳user21: Jesus he must have went straight to the plane

↳user22: that’s the only way that timeline makes sense

user23: do we think y/n is giving birth??

↳user24: god she’s close enough to isn’t she??

↳user25: if she is — will max have a chance to make it back in time??

↳user26: maybe?? First births do tend to be longer and I just googled it and it’s apparently just under 11 hours…I guess it just depends on when she started

Private Messages, Alexandra and the Girls

y/n

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y/n: I’m so happy to meet you my Tommy Love. You are the absolute star of my life 💙💙

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oscarpiastri: she’s adorable y/n

alex_albon: paddock princess incoming!

charles_leclerc: congratulations y/n — she’s almost as amazing as you ♥️

lilyzneimer: congratulations!!

lilymhe: beautiful girls 💚

sophiekumpen: what a beautiful baby girl

victoriaverstappen: a niece! She’s absolutely lovely

danielricciardo: Danny Ric incoming! Gotta meet my goddaughter!

↳charles_leclerc: not just wait a moment!

↳landonorris: you wish

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: welcome to the world Tommy Love ❤️ we’ve been waiting for you

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user27: Tommy Love 🥺🥺🥺

↳user28: I adore her already

user29: this is the best news to wake up to!!

hulkhulkenburg: welcome to the club kid!

↳maxverstappen1: what club?

↳hulkhulkenburg: f1 fatherhood — it’ll change your life

↳maxverstappen1: she already has

↳hulkhulkenburg: this is just the beginning

pierregasly: congrats man 🩷 can’t wait to meet her

↳francisca.cgomes: my goddaughter is amazing!

↳alexandrasaintmleux: *our!

↳francisca.cgomes: our!

user30: are both Alex and Kika godmother then?

↳user31: that’s what it looks like…

↳francisca.cgomes: y/n said we got the pleasure of it because we were there and helpful when she went into labor liked by y/n

sebastianvettel: congratulations

jensonbutton: congrats kid!

fernandoalo_oficial: ¡felicidades!

y/n

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y/n: my big kids got to meet my littlest

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kimi.antonelli: she’s so tiny…

↳y/n: she didn’t feel like it a couple of hours ago…

↳kimi.antonelli: oh!

oscarpiastri: again the blatant favoritism…

↳y/n: should have been slower in the race so max couldn’t leave so fast

↳oscarpiastri: I couldn’t just let him win…

↳maxverstappen1: so you didn’t really want to meet your new sister…

↳jackdoohan: don’t worry! I’m here for Australian representation!

↳danielricciardo: as am I!

↳oscarpiastri: 😑😑

isackhadjar: she’s so pretty y/n…thank you for letting me be here

↳y/n: of course darling 💜

user32: now this was what I was waiting for!!

↳user33: right?? We got a pregnancy announcement and then 6 surprise adoptions back to back — this meeting has been on my mind since then

↳user34: 7! Cause they also got Oscar…

↳user33: true true true

jackdoohan: best part of the weekend by far!

↳olliebearman: you’re telling me…

↳liamlawson30: yup

↳y/n: come cuddle your sister and let me curse out some people for you liked by jackdoohan, olliebearman, gabrielbortoleto_, liamlawson30

↳gabrielbortoleto_: that sounds fun!

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[nativegirltapes]

drew taking a honey packet by accident…

warnings: fingering, drew being sweet but eager (hot), p in v, kind cut short at the end lol. i know nothing abt honey packets, this is purely based on the 3 minutes of google searching i did

before your weekly movie night, drew was doing some snooping in your purse. in his defense he was looking for a phone charger, which he didn’t end up finding. but he did find some honey packets, which he was offended you were keeping from him. without any care for what he was about to eat, he tore the end and sucked up the honey. also in his defense, they tasted really good and just like regular honey he’d eaten. but unbeknownst to him, they were in fact sex enhancement honey packets, which would explain why he just couldn’t keep his hands off you the whole movie.

it wasn’t unusual for drew to have his hands on you during movie night, but tonight was definitely a little different. his hands kept trailing dangerously close in between your legs and under the waist band of your sweats. he waited till the movie was actually over though to finally make his move and get what he wanted. he looked over at you, leaning in giving you a kiss on the cheek, then his lips traveled down to your neck, giving you kisses and sniffing your neck. “you smell so good baby.” he groaned out. “you wanna go to the bedroom?”

you giggled, shoving his face away from you. “what’s gotten into you?”

“nothing, you just look really good.” drew brought his head back to your neck, kissing and sucking on your soft skin. “cmon.” his hot breath sent shivers throughout your body. “wanna feel you.” he whispered. his words always made butterflies emerge from the pit of your stomach, he made you nervous in the best way.

“yeah?” he repeated himself, making sure you wanted it too. “yeah, carry me.” you agreed, and without wasting any time drew scooped you off the couch bridal style and carried you to his bedroom, playfully throwing you on his bed. before he crawled over to you he tossed his shirt off. everytime you seen his bare chest is made you just as horny as it did the first time you’d seen him shirtless. he was perfect, and he thought the exact same thing about you. “you’re so fucking pretty baby.” drew whined while giving you sloppy kisses as he hovered over you.

his free hand wasted no time pulling down your sweats and finding its way in your panties. “you’re fucking soaked, holy shit.” drew whispered. “so fucking hot.” he rubbed circles on your clit before shoving a finger in. your body jolted under him in response. little moans came out in between your kisses. you toyed with your tits, drew shoved a second finger inside of you. “my pretty girl.”

you weren’t sure why drew was so eager today, but you were eating it up. he always talked you through it but today his words were just hitting different in the way that made you want to have his baby tonight.

after coming on drew’s fingers and watching him lick up your mess you were laid back on his bed watching him pump in and out of you. “you feel so good.” he sighed out. drew was obviously bigger than you, but when you were laid there under him he seemed even bigger and you loved it. everything about him was so sexy and big and buff. the way his arms would flex as they grabbed onto your inner thigh while trying get deeper inside of you, or the way his forehead vein would pop out because he was out of breath and focused on pleasing you. there was nothing about him you didn’t like.

“you like that?” drew asked as moans and profanities left your mouth. “yes!” your tits bounced as drew speed up, you were both reaching your climax. drew watched your face and the way it tightened up as you both came undone at the same time. you always looked so perfect and angelic.

drew finished inside of you and came crashing down on top of you, both of you breathing heavy. “you did so good baby. i love you.”

[edens-melodies]

LaDs Men Smoker Headcanons

Question: You are a gardener. A plant lover. A cloud admirer. But what about the boys? Who out of the LaDs men would smoke weed? 

ft: Rafayel, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb, and Zayne

a/n: in my head personally, all five of them are in a relationship with one another and you/mc, and they all just take turns sleeping over at each others houses and whatnot. these are my takes on what each of them would be like, and if you don't like, don't read 🤷🏽‍♀️

Rafayel: 

would 100% be a smoker. it helps whenever his creative juices aren’t flowing as strong as he wants. 

loves some good bud when offered but is the most notorious cart hitter. has that shit on him 25/8. 

gets the savvy two gram carts on his custom gold plated battery. (he custom made it himself and engraved little grooves in it to look like ocean waves with lemurian phrases on it).

you would be surprised to occasionally walk in and see his beautiful handcrafted cerulean straight tube bong sitting on the floor next to his ladder instead of his cart in one hand, paint brush in the other. (don’t be fooled that shit is tucked into the waistband of his pants, i can’t-)

would actually not know that you smoked weed until one day he came home late from picking up more obscure art supplies (“i promise you, this specific shade of periwinkle exists! i swear!) and forgot that you said you’d be waiting for him there.

~~~~~ 

he walks through his quiet home leisurely, trying to see where he was going since he never remembered to turn the lights on, the sun setting quickly in the distance.

he only remembers vaguely that you said you would be stopping by while he was out when he sees your shoes by the couch, and when he looks up he sees your back facing him, the doors to his balcony leading to the beach wide open. 

a smile pushes its way to his face before he can stop it, and just as he goes to call out to you, the sweet musky scent of weed hits his nose at the same time the salt air does.

with wide eyes, he watches as you shift, taking another drag of your blunt as it billows from your lips and curls around your figure before the wind blows away.

you only know he’s there when you jump in your spot, whipping around with blunt still hanging from your lips as you see the image of rafayel on his knees, tears pouring down his eyes as he smiles watery at you. 

“oh my god are you okay??!?”

“i knew you would always be the one for me, cutie…”

“WHY ARE YOU CRYING??”

Xavier:

would be completely against it at first only because he’s never heard of it before, or if he has, very minimal information

(and after a quick yet stressful google search while your outside casually dragging a jay on ur balcony) decided that all the warnings and dangers of the drug was too much of a risk to take.

but after you talk him off a ledge after he started to spiral while watching you smoke, thinking you were going to develop lung cancer and CHS overnight, he learns that not everything on the internet is to be trusted.

sits and listens intently as you explain to him all the pros and cons to smoking weed, and why it’s even recommended in the first place.

after being assured that you weren’t going to die in your sleep from your lungs collapsing and that he wouldn’t start seeing demons in the corners of rooms, he would calm down significantly and actually become a little curious to what it would make him feel like.

doesn’t become a regular smoker, but if he sees you on the balcony with a joint in hand, he’ll pop his head out for a quick little puff puff before going back inside and watching how it’s made on the tv with heavy set eyes.

~~~~~

you take your last puff with a deep inhale, crushing the filter in the ashtray to your right, releasing the pillowy smoke as you ensure the cherry wouldn’t fly out and cause someone’s backyard to catch on fire.

you turn to step back into your apartment, and as the sliding glass door clicks shut behind you, the smooth steady cadence from the tv hits your ears.

with a slow but fast growing smile spreading across your face, you take in the sight of xavier watching the tv with such a dedication that you haven’t even seen him make that expression even on missions. a half empty bowl of chips sits in close reach of his right hand, and his left hand is currently moving towards his bottle of juice, eyes never leaving the screen.

“is it a good episode, baby?”

“yeah… i never released how complicated it is to make a industrial sized ceiling fan…”

“xavi…”

“yes, my love?”

“you’re spilling cranberry juice on my sofa.”

“ah…”

Sylus:

are we kidding me? this man has to deal with so much on a daily basis, that not only does our boy partake in the devils lettuce, but like everything he does, he does it with style. 

actually has a private plot of farmland in a undisclosed tropical country where he has a dedicated team there to grow and harvest it for him.

gets it shipped out to his house and it comes in a embossed black crate, perfectly preserved in amber jars to protect it from light.

has a thin golden metal cigar holder that’s just packed with artistinally rolled joints, each one looking like it would cost more than a month’s paycheck from your job.

regularly is seen around the base with a joint hanging from his lips, but if it’s been particularly stressful recently or a deal that went wrong, he has as special room in the base only he and you know of where is dab rigs are set up with two comfy chairs and a wet bar tucked against the wall.

has a collection of all his favorite bowls and bangers, shelves lined with one of a kind custom glass pieces that he’s picked up over the years and is that imported spring water for the rigs in the mini frid-

will always be down to smoke with you, whether you're a heavy smoker or a occasional puffer, if your down, he’s down, no matter the time.

~~~~~

sylus isn’t surprised when he rolls over to pull you to his chest, barely awake and a frown already on his lips when he feels the cooling sheets where your body was supposed to be.

the clock on his bedside shined with the time, the bright red 02:16 mocking him from his bed. the events of the day had worn the both of you down, after a supposedly easy transaction ended in a gun fight where the two of you had emerged victorious, but at the cost of your mental and physical energy.

already knowing where you would be, especially after days like the one you two just had, he didn’t even bother putting on a robe, feet already moving to bring him out of the bed and to your exact location.

when he put in the passcode to the door hidden behind the armory, he was greeted with the sight of your frame curled up in a ball on the extra large memory foam bean bag, foldable table to your left with a freshly prepared rig, torch and dab nail sitting pristinely next to your shallow glass jar of wax.

the tv was playing your favorite calm playlist on spotify, home maker by sudan archives playing softly in the space, and he couldnt help the smile the warmed his face when you gave him a million dollar smile, tired eyes shining in happiness while you looked at him.

“didn’t think to even invite me, sweetheart? i’m hurt.”

“i knew you’d feel me leave the bed. you forget i know you’re a light sleeper.”

“so it seems i’ve been caught. so i’m to assume you prepared me a serving as well?”

“this first hit has already been dedicated to you, lovey.”

“…god i can’t wait to marry you i’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

“SYLUS!”

Caleb:

okay so he doesn’t smoke per say, but he can fuck up a good edible. gummies, chocolates, candies, even the occasional lemonade when he wants something light.

is definitely the type to do a shit ton of eddies right before going into an aquarium or planetarium, speechless not only from the beautiful sights but also because he’s pretty sure he just ingested about 500mg of happiness.

will 100% master the art of making cannabutter and cannaoil so he can make edibles not only for himself, but for you as well.

buys the highest quality bud and has a specific device that measures the thc percentage of it, just in case the dispensary was off on their end.

does all the calculations of thc milligram per serving three times over so each high is perfect each time, and loves spoiling you with new ways he incorporates it into anything he makes, whether it’s something savory like his signatures braised chicken wings, to something sweet, like the glazed chocolate chip banana bread he just finished up on. 

but one thing he does forget to do occasionally is labeling which ones were normal, and which ones were spicy…

~~~~~

“hey pips, how was your hangout with zayne today?”

“it was great! you know how busy he’s been at the hospital recently so it was good to see him relax and not in work mode. he said he misses you!”

“i’m glad to hear he’s taking a breather, tell him i miss him, too.”

“i will, he said he plans to come visit sometime soon or we can go see him because he really wants to know how you made that chocolate chip banana bread. he couldn’t keep his hands off it.”

“…. was it the one that was on top of the fridge in the three layers of seran wrap?”

“yeah…why?”

“…. oh my god wE NEED TO GET TO ZAYNE’S RIGHT NOW!!!”

“?!??”

Zayne:

doesn’t partake in it (willingly) not only because of his job, yk, cardiac surgeon hello??? but also because he has tried it once before, years ago when he was still in school learning surgery period, and didn’t like the way it made him feel.

would be totally okay with you smoking, but would monitor your health more closely, making sure you weren’t overdoing anything or causing unnecessary strain on your lungs or heart.

he’s totally the type to hand you water when you take a rip of the pen too hard next to him, eyes never leaving the article he was reading while took turns patting your back and waving the smoke away from his nose.

he is well aware that caleb is a professional in the kitchen, and he also knows that caleb is as meticulous as he is, so whenever you spend time at his place and bring goodies that caleb makes, he knows whatever he’s eating won’t be hiding any malicious intent in the sweet interior. 

until one time it did, and no one knew.

~~~~~

about now it’s two hours after you headed out to go meet up with caleb, and zayne is sprawled out on his back on his living room sofa, hazel eyes staring mutely at the shadows casted on his ceiling.

at first he thought his body was feeling extra relaxed because he had the next couple of days completely free from work, and he finally had a chance to breathe. you had come to surprise him after he got off his last shift, finally free for a couple of days. you had your arms stuffed with sweets and a bright smile aimed right at him.

your company has always soothed something raw in him, and so did caleb whenever the two of you would drop by and visit him, both on his off days and during his shifts.

apparently caleb couldn’t make it to today’s surprise because the fleet had him stay back for something urgent, so it was just the two of you in zayne’s house, sharing the sweets caleb had made that you brought.

after you had left, saying that you were going to see if caleb was home yet and if he wanted to join you two for a potential sleep over tonight, zayne’s body was a metaphorical puddle at this point, body warm and a small smile on his face in anticipation of seeing you two again tonight.

at least, it was metaphorical until he realized he couldn’t move his legs more than a couple of inches of the sofa and his tongue was now sandier than the beaches by rafayel’s house, and the answer came slower to mind than he would’ve liked.

oh.

oh no.

(at least this experience is a lot more pleasant than the initial time, but he still isnt happy about this.)

“ZAYNE IM SO FUCKING SORRY!”

“you don’t have to shout, (y/n), i’m right here.”

“zaynie i’m so sorry, i forgot to label the wrap and i thought i put it somewhere she couldn’t reach-“

“caleb i already said i forgive you, i know it wasn’t intentional.”

“but you can’t even stand up on your own!”

“and you don’t even know it was really us when we came in until i started talking and you said ‘oh my god this time you’re real’!”

“that doesn’t make me feel any better…”

“well for now, we’re not going anywhere til you feel better, right pipsqueak?”

“at least we can all still have a sleepover tonight?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“caleb, i call dibs on helping him get into his pajamas.”

“wAIT NO! not fair, you don’t even warn me!”

“wait wha-“

hope you enjoyed! i had so much writing this ngl cuz not only can i perfectly envision everything in my head, but i was taking a hit for each boy i had to write, so it was just a great time all around.

please send in some requests! im trying to get back into the swing of writing again so any ideas are more than welcome!

thank you for the read, and have a beautiful day <3

[jiniretracha]

ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔 ꕤ

Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader: bondage kink

summary: You decided to snoop around your boyfriend's Amazon wishlist, trying to find the perfect gift for your first month anniversary. You couldn't believe what he had saved.

warnings: smut, shibari use, bondage (duh), hyunjin being a cutie and hot at the same time

word count: 2.1k

kinktober masterlist // masterlist // ko-fi

You and Hyunjin were only one week away from your first month anniversary and you were very excited and nervous at the same time. 

It had been your dream when Hyunjin finally got the courage to ask you out on a date. You had felt on top of the world, feeling like it was a freaking dream. He took you to a nice fancy restaurant, complimented you the entire night and then took you out on two more before finally asking you to be his girlfriend. 

It was recent, very new, and you still didn’t know him a hundred percent, so you weren’t really sure what to get him. 

A first month anniversary was a huge deal for you, and you didn’t want to disappoint him in the slightest. You knew he had a lot of money, so he could really buy anything he wanted. 

You thought you could buy him a camera, but literally the day you searched for the one you knew he wanted, he purchased it himself. You also thought about taking him out on a date yourself, but you knew he wouldn’t let you pay, and you honestly thought the idea was pretty lame and basic. He did that for you every single week, it wasn't that special. 

An idea popped into your head.

Maybe you could sneak into his computer and lurk around his amazon wish list or something. You knew every inch of his house and belongings, so you could easily know what he owned or not.

You grabbed his computer and sat on the bed with an excited sigh. 

You put the password and quickly opened google, typing amazon. Thankfully, the page immediately opened in his logged account, so you clicked on the wishlist button and carefully started looking for future gifts. 

A Fender Stratocaster electric guitar… no, that’s way too expensive. You were not even half as wealthy as he was, and besides, he had two guitars already. He didn’t need a third one. 

A painting brush set… it could be. Hyunjin really needed new brushes, so you wrote them down as possible options for gifts. 

A vinyl record from the band he had recently started listening to… you got that for him for his birthday when you weren’t together yet, it wasn’t that special either. You had to be original. 

Shibari ropes… wait.

Hold up.

Shibari ropes?

In his wishlist?

Was this something he was willing to try? 

You bit your lip at the thought of trying that with Hyunjin. You couldn’t stop thinking about him tying you up and letting him use you the way he wanted. You wouldn’t have ever thought that your boyfriend was into that kinky shit, but here you are. 

You sent the link of the shibari ropes he had put on favorites via airdrop and quickly closed the window, deleting the history search just in case he saw it and discovered your gift. 

The ropes were a tiny bit expensive, but you knew they were totally gonna be worth it. 

The week of the anniversary rolled faster than you thought and you were getting anxious by the minute. You started having second thoughts. What if he thought you were a fucking weirdo for buying the ropes, or even worse, what if he realised you went into his wishlist and broke up with you because he thought you were-

Okay, relax, you thought to yourself.

After the date he had taken you on, he took you back home and sat you on the bed, ready to give you the gift he had gotten for you.

“I really hope you like this” he said and grabbed a box from the closet that was hidden by his clothes. 

You bit your lip and opened it, taking the box that was inside. 

Once you opened the box, you gasped when you saw the two necklaces, one with your initial, and the other one with Hyunjin’s. 

“I wanted to have your initial around my neck, and my initial around your neck” he smiled. “I hope you don’t think it’s weird, I just thought it-” he started rambling but you cut him short by kissing him deeply.

His breath hitched in surprise, but he was quick to grab your waist and pull your body closer to his.

You pulled away and then, pressed a peck to his lips. “I love it, Hyune” you giggled. “And I love you”

It was the first time saying those three words to him.

His face broke out into the most heart crushing and wonderful smile you have ever seen. “God, I love you” he said and kissed you, making you fall back on the bed with a giggle, tangled in his arms.

When you felt the kiss getting a little way too hot, you pulled away, remembering he gift you had bought.

“I- I uh… I have a gift for you as well” you said and bit your lip, chewing on it.

Hyunjin let out a smirk. “Okay…” he giggled.

You quickly sat up on the bed and walked towards your bags. You grabbed a box and sighed.

This is it.

You handed it to him, and he didn’t miss the look on your face, noticing the way you were nervous about it. 

“It’s okay if you find it… um… weird, and shit” you mumbled as he carefully took the lid of the box out. 

His eyes visibly widened when he saw the bright red ropes laying on the inside of the box. 

“You- Y/N… how…?” he started stammering like a child and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“I- okay, I didn’t know what to get you so I went into your wishlist on amazon and I found that you had these there in your favorites. And I- well, I thought you were into it- them” you said, nervously.

Hyunjin took them out and his fingers caressed the rope. “You want me to tie you up with these?” he asked, and you noticed the huskiness in his voice.

He wanted this.

You nodded slowly. “Yeah…”

“Because you discovered I had a thing for it… or because you want me to?” he asked, trying to check if he had full consent from you on this one, or you were just trying to please him. 

You smiled, realising the implying in his words. “Both things, Hyune. Because you have a thing for it, and well, I want to try it as well, you know?” you said, licking your lips. 

“Fuck, get naked. Right the fuck now” he said, standing up from the bed and almost ripping his shirt off from the eagerness he felt. 

Your eyes widened and then you saw the way he was dead serious about it.

You stood up shakily on your legs and slowly took off your dress, letting it slide over your body and pool on your feet. 

You stood in your underwear and his eyebrows arched, a sign that he wanted those two remaining garments off as well. You hooked your pointer finger on the side of your panties and slid them down, kicking them further away and then your hands went behind your back, unclipping your bra and throwing it away. 

Hyunjin grabbed the ropes and held two fingers up, curling them in a come here movement. 

You walked towards him and let him wrap you up in the red ropes, tying them all over your body, till you could no longer move by yourself.

He grabbed you and deposited you on the bed.

His cock got impossibly hard at the state he had you in, all tied up and helpless. Hyunjin had you exactly how he wanted. You squirmed in your place, with a whine, trying to get him to do something.

“Hyunjin…” you whispered, your eyes getting teary already.

He chuckled and placed two hands next to your head. “I haven’t done anything yet, baby, and you’re getting pouty on me already…”

His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it and throwing his jeans away, standing only in a pair of boxers that sit too tight on his hips due to his raging hard on. 

His fingers swept over your core, teeth digging into his lips when he found you wet and ready for him.  

“No… no fingers, I just want your cock, Hyune” you moaned.

And how could he resist, really? When you were begging like that for him, so sweetly. 

He manhandled you so you were on your knees, your face resting on the pillow and your arms were tied behind your back. 

“Do you remember our safe word, jagi?” he asked you.

You nodded into the pillow and he slapped your ass swiftly, making you jolt and yelp.

“Words” he said sternly.

“I do… I do…” you whined.

Hyunjin smirked. “Great” he stated.  

Hyunjin took off his boxers, his erection slapping wetly on his stomach. He grabbed his length, pumping it with his hand a couple of times and then guiding it through your pussy lips. 

You moaned into the pillow once you felt him buried to the hilt, and then his hips started moving torturously slow. 

He heard you whine and start babbling nonsense against the pillow, making him chuckle. “What is it, baby?” he said, continuing his slow pace. “I can’t hear you”

You pushed your cheek into the sheets and let out a cry. “Please go faster, Hyune” you pleaded, tears now rolling down your cheeks. 

He grabbed you by the ropes that were tying your hands, lifting you up to a kneeling position, making your back hit his chest.

“You know how hard it makes me to have you all tied up and helpless while you beg for me to fuck you?” he asked you, lust dripping in his tone. 

You let out a moan when you felt him push his cock deep and fast inside of you, hitting over and over the sweet spot inside of you. 

He could listen to the headboard hitting against the wall with loud thuds, knowing the members were gonna be fucking angry at him for making so much noise, but he really couldn’t give to shits about it. 

Hyunjin continued thrusting his hips and you moaned brokenly every time he hit the delicious spot. His teeth bit at your neck, leaving a few hickeys to adorn your skin. 

“I love you, baby” he whispered. “Fuck, you look so good, such a fucking work of art” he mumbled over your skin, going dumb himself over how well you were taking him. You were so wet and tight, added to the fact that you were making a wet dream of his come true by letting him tie you up, that it made him almost lose control. “Fuck, are you close, honey?”

You nodded, unable to form any coherent words or even thoughts. His hand went over your front, finding your clit and rubbing it. 

You tightened even more around him and he felt your orgasm coat his dick. Once he felt you relax under his hold, meaning you were already spent, he took his cock out from your quivering hold and laid you on the bed, angling your ass up.

He grabbed his cock and started jerking himself off, applying pressure to his base and his thumb rubbing over his tip. 

The orgasm washed over him, making his legs tremble from the intensity of it. His come came out in spurts over your ass cheeks and he let out a broken moan when he finished, his eyes lingering on the artwork he had made over your ass, feeling himself proud and smug at the sight in front of him. 

He let out a tired sigh and grabbed the ends of the ropes, prying them off of your body. 

Hyunjin felt his heart ache when he saw the red lines on your body, from the tightness of them.

“Shit, my love, I’m so sorry” he said, his hand coming to soothe off the redness. 

You basked in his touch and smiled. “It’s okay, I liked it” you said, with a shy giggle.

“Oh I’m fucking sure we both did” Hyunjin said with a chuckle. “Fuck baby, that was so freaking hot” 

You hid your face on the pillow, feeling your cheeks grow hot. 

Hyunjin laughed at your shyness and pet your hair. “I love you” he confessed once again.

“I love you” you replied back and eyes his handsome face. “Shibari, Hyunjin? Really?”

“Stop!” he squealed, making you chuckle. 

── .✦

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[chogiwow]

every shade of you. | lee heeseung

pairing: heeseung x gn! reader

genre: angst, fluff ; best friends to lovers

wc: 5.2k+

warnings: an emotional confession, idiots in love, they’re both sorta insecure but admire each other for their insecurities?, makeout, i say ‘red’ a lot. like, a lot.

a/n: crimson seung i hate you sm. hate the way i popped this out the second i saw this menace.

part one.

you weren’t supposed to react.

it was just a hangout. just your regular crew grabbing food and catching up after a long week – nothing dramatic, nothing new. at least, that’s what you’d told yourself before walking into the rooftop restaurant, late evening sunlight turning the sky soft and gold.

and then you saw him.

heeseung.

with red hair.

bright, bold, fiery crimson. like he’d walked straight out of a dream, or worse, a very specific fantasy you’d buried under years of friendship.

he stood there laughing at something jay said, head tilted back, that lazy smile on his face like he hadn’t just struck a match and set your entire world quietly on fire. he was still in his usual jeans and hoodie, but the hair – the hair was loud. it was him, turned up to eleven. you felt the breath knock right out of your lungs.

it wasn’t just the hair, really. it was what it represented.

heeseung was reckless in a way that made the world bend for him. he didn’t think twice, didn’t hesitate. he dyed his hair a startling shade of crimson and owned it like he’d been born that way. you, on the other hand, tiptoed through everything – careful, quiet, composed. you overthought texts. you played it safe. you didn’t change your shampoo without at least three google searches.

and maybe that was why you fell for him in the first place.

because he was everything you weren’t. and standing there under golden light with a dangerous glint in his eye and hair that screamed look at me, he looked like the kind of boy that broke hearts without meaning to. you were already a casualty.

“hey!” sunoo called out, waving you over to the table. you pasted on a smile, trying to act normal, but your feet were leaden. like your body already knew it was over for you.

heeseung turned then, eyes locking on yours, and his grin widened. “about time,” he called. “you’re always late when i’m looking this good.”

oh my god. please stop talking.

you managed to sit down without combusting, barely registering the menu or the idle chatter of your friends. he was sitting diagonally across from you, and of course he had to keep brushing his fingers through his freshly dyed hair. of course he had to lean back in his chair, all casual confidence, like his very existence wasn’t giving you a slow-moving heart attack.

you hated him. just a little. or maybe you hated yourself more.

because heeseung had always been like this – effortless, spontaneous, the kind of person who jumped first and figured it out later. you’d spent years watching him tumble through life with a grin, landing every fall like it was choreographed.

meanwhile, you planned everything down to the minute and still managed to stumble.

so yeah, maybe your heart hurt a little. maybe you’d convinced yourself that the ache you felt whenever you looked at him was nothing more than a crush – that it would fade eventually. but tonight shattered that illusion like glass. heeseung with red hair was a full-blown emotional crisis.

and he kept looking at you.

little glances between conversations, subtle shifts in his expression whenever you caught his gaze. like he knew. like he’d figured it out and was silently waiting for you to come undone.

you tried to keep it cool. laughed when appropriate, even made a few jokes, but your voice kept catching. your hands trembled under the table. you could barely eat.

and when the night started winding down, and one by one your friends began heading out, you nearly breathed a sigh of relief – until heeseung turned to you with that maddeningly soft look.

“you’re not going home, are you?”

you blinked. “i mean… i was going to.”

he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “i’m heading to the studio to work on something. you should come with me.”

your brain short-circuited. “heeseung, i have class in the morning—”

“yeah, but you never say no.” he grinned, gently nudging your shoulder. “c’mon. just for a little while.”

and that was the problem. you never said no to him.

you should’ve. but as always, you followed him anyway.

part two.

heeseung wasn’t expecting your reaction.

not really. not like that.

he’d dyed his hair on a whim – something about a sleepless night, a track that wouldn’t come together, and a trip to the convenience store that ended with a box of crimson dye in his hand. he didn’t even think about it that much. it was dumb, impulsive, probably a mistake. but it felt good. it felt like shedding something.

what he didn’t expect was you looking at him like you didn’t recognize him. like he’d walked in wearing someone else’s skin.

and then, just as quickly, you looked away. like you couldn’t stand to look at him at all.

it messed with him. the whole evening, your eyes kept darting anywhere but his face. you smiled when you needed to, nodded along with the conversations, even laughed at jay’s dumb joke – but your voice was a little too soft. your gaze flickered every time he so much as moved.

heeseung had known you for years. he was used to the way you carried the weight of your own expectations. the way you overthought everything, held yourself in place, as if moving too fast might make everything around you fall apart. and yeah, maybe he teased you about it sometimes. maybe he liked watching you stumble through your carefully laid plans whenever he threw a wrench in them.

but this was different.

this wasn’t just your usual flustered self. it felt like distance. like you were trying to stay far away from him. and it didn’t make sense.

you were his best friend. his constant. the one person he wanted to see his messes and still choose to stay. the one he wanted to impress.

he didn’t know when that shift happened.

maybe it was always there, tucked into the nights you'd fall asleep on his couch with your fingers curled against your chest and your face turned toward the window. or maybe it was in the way you listened to his demos like they were more than noise, like they meant something. he just knew that at some point, it started hurting – how careful you were. how carefully you looked away from him.

because to heeseung, you were the calm. the clarity. you made things make sense. you were thoughtful and considerate and honest in a way that made him feel grounded. and maybe that was what drew him in first. he could be chaos, he could be red dye at 3am, but you were the reason he bothered cleaning up after.

and it terrified him.

because if someone like you couldn’t love someone like him, what did that say about the parts of himself that he tried to quieten down?

so he kept glancing at you across the table. he brushed his fingers through his hair like an idiot, hoping you’d smile or say something, anything. he cracked dumb lines. made excuses to lean a little closer. but you didn’t fumble. not really.

sure, you flushed a little when he called you out. sure, your fingers trembled slightly when he reached for your glass instead of his. but you never gave him proof. and heeseung didn’t do feelings unless he had proof.

you’d never given him a reason to believe you wanted anything more.

still. he couldn’t let you go home like that.

so when everyone else started leaving, he turned to you and asked. a simple thing. a small chance.

“i’m heading to the studio to work on something. you should come with me.”

you hesitated.

he smiled, soft and a little hopeful. “c’mon. just for a little while.”

and when you nodded, tucking your hands into your sleeves and quietly saying okay, something uncoiled in his chest. it wasn't a victory, exactly. just relief.

you were still with him.

and that had to mean something.

part three.

the studio had grown quieter as the hours slipped by, the only sound left being the faint hum of heeseung's track looping in the background. you sat curled up on the couch, your legs tucked under you, eyes half-lidded, exhaustion drawing shadows under your lashes. but sleep wouldn’t come. not when he looked like that.

not when heeseung sat under neon-purple lights with his red hair – bright, fiery, unapologetic – framing his forehead, headphones slung around his neck, jaw clenched in focus as he adjusted a beat with one hand and scrolled through samples with the other.

it was so stupid. so unfair how easily he got to you. just a shade change and your heart had flipped, your stomach in knots the whole night. you hadn’t even been able to look at him properly. not since the second you walked into the bar with your friends earlier that night and saw him leaning against the counter with that goddamn hair.

you’d frozen.

and he’d smirked like he knew. like he’d dyed it just to mess with you.

but how could he possibly know? you’d never said anything. never even let your glances linger too long. even now, curled into the studio couch at nearly 3am, you kept your eyes on your phone, the blanket, the floor – anywhere but him.

heeseung finally leaned back in his chair with a sigh, stretching his arms over his head. you heard a small crack in his shoulder and bit back the instinct to scold him for always forgetting to stretch.

“still awake?” he asked, voice low, soft. dangerous.

you nodded silently.

he turned in his chair to face you fully. you could feel his eyes on you.

“you’ve been quiet.”

“i’m tired,” you lied.

“mm,” he hummed. “or maybe you’re just trying really hard not to look at me.”

your breath caught.

heeseung stood up, slow and deliberate, and padded over to you. you felt the couch dip beside you as he sat, far too close.

“i know i look good,” he said with a grin. “but damn, you’re avoiding me like i’ve got a target on my back.”

“you always look good,” you said before you could stop yourself.

he blinked. shit.

“i mean – you know what i mean.”

“do i?”

you finally glanced at him – and immediately regretted it. his hair fell slightly into his eyes, lips curved in a lazy, teasing smile. it was like he could see straight through you.

you exhaled sharply and turned your gaze away. the silence that followed wasn’t just awkward – it was heavy. heavy with everything unsaid.

that was the thing about heeseung. he always made it look easy. the teasing, the banter, the casual nicknames and soft touches. it wasn’t just the hair or the voice or the smile that got to you – it was how he never hesitated. how he could say something that made your heart trip over itself and laugh like it was nothing. like you weren’t left clutching the echo of his words for days after.

he never realized how much space he took up in your head. how even when you weren’t together, he was there – in your playlists, in your late-night thoughts, in the way your fingers hovered over your phone every time something reminded you of him. he’d sit beside you, throw an arm over the couch, and your body would go tense while he stayed relaxed, completely unaware of the chaos he stirred inside you.

and tonight? with that hair and that voice and those eyes on you like you were the only thing in the room—

“i can’t do this anymore,” you said softly.

heeseung’s smile faded just a bit. “do what?”

“i’ve been in love with you for almost three years,” you whispered, as if saying it any louder would shatter what little restraint you had left. “and it hurts.”

heeseung’s expression went slack – stunned, like you’d pulled the floor from under him.

your fingers tightened around the blanket, knuckles pale. you couldn’t meet his eyes.

“i didn’t mean to,” you laughed, bitter and breathless. “god, i really didn’t. but you…you’re just you. always so effortless. so free. and i’ve spent all this time convincing myself it didn’t mean anything when you called me baby, or when you looked at me like that. like i mattered.”

the silence swallowed you both whole.

“i thought i could handle it. being just your friend. being the person you called when the world got too loud, the one who stayed up with you at 3am studio sessions like this. but tonight, i just… i couldn’t pretend anymore.”

you looked at him finally, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. his mouth was parted, like he wanted to speak but didn’t know how to start.

and that terrified you more than anything.

you stood up fast, your head spinning.

“wait—” he reached for you, just slightly.

but you shook your head, already backing away.

“i—i have class in the morning,” you blurted, grasping for any excuse, any way to escape before your heart fully cracked open. “i should go.”

“(y/n)…”

“please don’t,” you whispered. “not right now.”

and just like that, you were gone – leaving the studio, the heat, the tension, and a very stunned heeseung sitting in the aftershock of everything you’d said. the air still smelled faintly like your perfume, and the blanket you dropped was still warm on the couch.

but you were gone.

and for the first time, heeseung realized just how much you’d been holding in.

part four.

you didn’t expect the knock on your door.

not when you were still curled on your couch in last night’s hoodie, the one that still faintly smelled like his studio, and something so distinctly heeseung.

not when your thoughts were still stuck in that moment, spinning like a scratched vinyl: the studio lights low, your heart louder than the bass track, his hand nearly brushing yours, and your own voice – shaky, cracked – confessing something you’d kept quiet for almost three years.

not when you were still reeling from the look on his face.

you hadn’t even given him time to respond. you just panicked and left, the word “sorry” falling from your lips like glass shattering on the pavement.

you should’ve known better than to think he’d let that be the end.

so when you opened the door and saw him standing there, you almost forgot how to breathe.

he was in a black hoodie, hands shoved deep in his pockets, a gray beanie tugged low enough to hide the crimson. he looked... smaller than usual. not physically no, he still took up space the way heeseung always did, effortlessly magnetic. but there was something quieter about him now. less teasing. no smirk in sight. his gaze softened the second it met yours.

“you left,” he said, voice low.

you couldn’t meet his eyes. “i know.”

there was a beat of silence. one that stretched too long, pressing down on your chest like gravity.

“i wanted to talk to you,” he said. “but you didn’t let me.”

you gripped the doorframe. “because i wasn’t ready to hear it. whatever it was.”

“why?”

you blinked, startled by the question.

“why weren’t you ready?”

you searched his face, unsure whether to lie or crumble.

“i was scared,” you said quietly. “i thought... if i heard the wrong thing, it would break me.”

his expression flickered with pain, then something like understanding. he stepped forward, careful, like you were a fragile thing he didn’t want to scare away.

“i get it,” he said. “but i still wish you’d stayed. because what i wanted to say that it wasn’t the wrong thing.”

you looked at him, really looked. at the way his lips trembled slightly, like he wasn’t sure if this was his place. at how his shoulders weren’t set in their usual confident posture. at how his hands were balled into fists inside his pockets, like he was holding something back.

“i’ve been thinking about it all night,” he admitted. “what you said. how you’ve felt all this time. and i—god, i feel like the biggest idiot.”

your heart lurched.

“i spent so long trying to get you to react,” he went on. “every little tease, every stupid joke – i just wanted to see if you’d give something away. but you never did. and i thought... maybe you didn’t feel the same. maybe i was just your impulsive best friend who dyed his hair red to distract himself.”

you swallowed hard.

“is that why you did it?” you asked. “the red?”

he glanced down, then reached up and tugged at the edge of the beanie. “not at first. at first, it was just... something i wanted to try. but after i saw myself in the mirror, i thought, ‘would you look at me differently?’”

“i did,” you whispered. “i couldn’t stop looking.”

heeseung exhaled, like those words were oxygen. he took another step closer, now just inches away. you could see the edge of crimson strands peeking from beneath the beanie, a bright streak against the grayscale of his hoodie.

and somehow, your hand moved on its own.

you reached up, tentative, fingers brushing the edge of the knit fabric. you looked at him then, eyes searching for permission.

he nodded.

so you pulled the beanie off slowly, gently, like unwrapping something sacred. the red strands tousled messily around his forehead, and your heart felt like it would break open at the sight of him.

the red.

it’s brighter than it was last night. the strands fall over his forehead in soft waves, catching the faint light like fire. it’s bold. reckless. so unapologetically him that your chest twists.

he catches your stare and tilts his head. “you hate it?”

you shake your head too fast. “no, i… it’s not that.”

“it’s the reason you wouldn’t look at me.”

you open your mouth. close it again.

because he’s right.

the hair was a shock, yes – but not in the way he thinks.

you’d always admired how free he was. how he made impulsive decisions and lived with them. how he laughed in the face of consequences while you sat paralyzed by what-ifs.

heeseung didn’t dye his hair red because he wanted attention. he did it because he felt like it. and somehow, that terrified you more than anything.

because you’d never been free like that. not with your heart. not with your feelings.

until last night.

“i didn’t know how to look at you,” you whisper. “because i already felt like i was looking at someone who could never be mine. and then you went and looked even more like someone who could never belong to me.”

his expression softens. “is that what you think?”

you shrug, blinking fast. “you’re always… you. effortlessly. people fall for you. they always do.”

his hand slides from your wrist to your fingers. “but i only wanted one person to fall for me.”

the world tips a little.

you look up. “heeseung—”

“three years,” he echoes, voice lower now. rougher. “that’s how long you’ve been in love with me?”

your throat tightens. “don’t—”

“that’s how long i’ve been in love with you.”

everything goes still.

the silence stretches, and all you can hear is your heartbeat, loud in your ears, pulsing behind your eyes.

“i thought i was imagining it,” he says. “all the times you looked away. the way you only smiled at me when you thought i wasn’t looking. i thought maybe… maybe you just didn’t feel the same. that i’d ruin what we had if i ever pushed too hard.”

you’re shaking now. not from fear, but from the sudden flood of everything you’ve ever wanted – standing right in front of you, finally within reach.

because he looked like everything you’d ever wanted.

and for once, he looked back at you like he knew.

your hand dropped, brushing against his hoodie. he caught it, lacing his fingers with yours like it was muscle memory, like he’d done it a thousand times before in some dream you hadn’t been brave enough to live in.

“i love you,” he said.

you blinked.

“i didn’t get to say it last night,” he continued, voice rough, “but i meant to. i’ve meant to for a while. but i kept thinking – what if you didn’t feel the same? what if i misread every moment we ever had? what if i ruined us?”

and just like that, it started to settle in your chest – the weight of knowing. the warmth of it. the terrifying tenderness of hearing the very thing you'd once convinced yourself would never happen. you had spent years nursing that ache, keeping it quiet, feeding it in the dark when no one was looking. you had trained yourself to find contentment in being close enough to touch him but never to hold. 

but this this was different.

because now it was real. now it was said. out in the open. no pretending. no maybes.

you felt like you were teetering on the edge of something that could never be undone.

"it’s always so easy for you," you murmured, more to yourself than to him. "you just say what you mean, do what you want, and it all works out. you dye your hair red and look like a goddamn movie scene, and the world falls at your feet. and i’m just... i'm just next to you, too afraid to even say how i feel. for three years."

you blinked fast, but the tears still welled.

"it’s not fair. you make it look so easy, but it’s not. not for me. it’s never been. and i wish i could hate you for it, but all i’ve ever done is love you."

the words slipped out like a dam finally breaking.

"i love you, heeseung. i have for so long i don’t even remember when it started. maybe it was that time you stayed up with me all night when i was sick. or when you made that stupid playlist with my name as the title. or maybe it was every time you smiled like you knew something i didn’t."

you laughed bitterly. "and i hate that it took your red hair for me to finally lose control."

silence. not cold. just charged.

and then he moved.

his hands cupped your face, firm but reverent, like he couldn’t believe you were real. he leaned in slow, eyes on yours the whole time, and when his lips finally touched yours, it wasn’t soft.

it was desperate.

years of longing packed into a kiss that curled your toes and broke your composure. you clutched his hoodie like it was the only thing tethering you to earth. he groaned into your mouth, like he’d been waiting forever, and his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left.

you gasped slightly, and he deepened the kiss, mouth moving against yours with so much intent it made your knees go weak. you felt him everywhere – his breath, his warmth, the sharp edge of his desire kept barely in check. it was heady. overwhelming. and perfect.

by the time you broke apart, you were both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.

"you think i make it easy," he whispered, "but it’s only ever been easy because it was you. you’re the only thing that’s ever made sense."

and maybe that was the real truth. that he wasn’t fearless. he just never wanted to be afraid when it came to you.

the world softened.

your knees wobbled, heart hammering against your ribs as his lips pressed to yours with aching tenderness again. there was no rush. no urgency. just the warmth of him against you, the weight of three years of unsaid words being poured into a single breath. his hand slid up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, anchoring you to the moment as the kiss deepened.

and you realized then – this wasn’t the beginning of something. it was the continuation of everything that had always been there. every lingering glance. every almost-touch. every time he’d pulled you into his orbit and waited for you to stay.

you stayed.

your fingers twitched at your sides, craving contact, something more to ground you. and then they moved, without permission, threading through his hair, tugging gently at the red strands that had been driving you absolutely insane all day.

heeseung stilled. his breath hitched against your lips.

then he groaned, low and wrecked, and kissed you harder.

it was like something snapped.

his hands found your hips again, gripping tighter this time, as he walked you backward until your spine met the wall. your gasp melted into his mouth, and your fingers curled deeper into his hair, feeling the softness, the warmth, the slight dampness from how worked up you both were. the red slipped between your fingers like flame, like silk set on fire, and it felt so good – tangible proof that this was real, that he was real.

“you have no idea what that does to me,” he whispered, voice ragged, teeth grazing your lower lip before he kissed it again, slow, then deep.

your head was spinning. the way he kissed you made it impossible to think. it was hot and messy and deliberate. his tongue brushed yours and you whimpered into his mouth, tilting your chin to give him more. and he took it – every inch you offered, every shaky breath – like he’d been starving for this for years.

and boy had he been starving.

he kissed you like he was trying to memorize it. like he’d finally found something he couldn’t live without. like your lips were the only place he’d ever meant to be. his hand slid up your side, slow and sure, until he cradled your face again – thumb stroking your cheek, fingers slipping behind your ear – and then you were pulling at his hair again and he swore, actually swore under his breath, the sound dragging a helpless moan from your throat.

“heeseung—” you breathed, eyes fluttering open just enough to see him watching you.

his eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide, lips kiss-bruised and parted. but it was the look in them that undid you – the reverence. the hunger. the slight disbelief, like he couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

and neither could you.

his forehead pressed to yours again, both of you panting softly, your fingers still tangled in his crimson strands. “i dyed it for you,” he murmured, lips ghosting over yours. “thought you’d hate it. but i wanted to be brave… like you.”

you huffed a breathless laugh, still dazed. “i’m not the brave one,” you whispered. “i just finally broke.”

he kissed you again – slow and sweet this time, like he was trying to kiss that sadness away. and then he nipped your bottom lip and smirked against your mouth.

“guess we’re both a little broken then,” he murmured, tugging you flush against him again. “but i’ve never wanted anything more than this.”

you didn’t answer. you just kissed him again.

and this time, it was everything.

his lips trailed down your jaw, your neck, before he rested his head against your shoulder for a moment, just breathing you in. his hands never left your waist, fingers pressed firm into your sides like he couldn’t bear to let you go now.

and neither could you.

outtake.

you ended up on the couch somehow, tangled together like gravity had finally done its job. your head on his chest, his fingers tracing gentle lines against your spine. the room was quiet except for your breathing and the quiet hum of something unspoken finally falling into place.

and as you sat there, cradled in the arms of the boy with the red hair and the softest eyes, you thought about all the versions of him you’d loved.

the reckless heeseung who laughed too loud in late-night diners. the tender heeseung who lent you his hoodie when you were cold. the brilliant heeseung who lost himself in melodies and forgot to eat. the flirty heeseung who never knew just how serious your feelings were. the red-haired heeseung who dyed his hair hoping you’d look his way.

you had loved them all.

but this version?

the one who held you like you were something precious? the one who whispered your name like it meant something? the one who tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your temple like it was instinct?

this was the one who loved you back. and for the first time in years, you weren’t afraid to let him see it.

the room felt different now.

not just warmer from the heated kisses or the way your back still tingled from where it had pressed into the wall. but different. like the world had tilted on its axis and you were trying to find your balance again, anchored only by the boy still holding you like he didn’t know how to stop.

heeseung’s breath was warm against your shoulder, his fingers splayed across your waist, unmoving – like letting go might unravel everything that just happened. and maybe it would.

you stayed like that for a beat longer, the silence stretching, thick with what had just passed between you. the taste of him still lingered on your lips, your body still humming with the memory of his hands, his voice, the desperate press of his mouth on yours.

slowly, his head lifted.

his eyes met yours, gentle and unreadable. there was a quiet awe in them, like he was seeing you all over again – closer now, clearer. and for once, he didn’t hide behind a smirk or a teasing line. he just looked at you. raw. bare.

"are you okay?" he asked, voice low, still rough around the edges.

you nodded, too quickly.

then you paused, exhaled, and nodded again, slower this time. more honest. "yeah. just... trying to catch up."

he smiled softly. "same."

your thumb brushed against his jaw on instinct, and his eyes fluttered briefly at the touch. you hadn’t even realized your hand was still buried in his hair until your fingers twitched, curling tighter through the crimson strands again.

his lips parted at that, and something fluttered in his gaze.

you leaned back slightly, studying him. the beanie you had tossed aside during the course of everything that had happened, lay on the floor near the couch, long forgotten. and without it, his hair looked even messier, flushed from your hands, from the way you’d tugged, clutched, tried to ground yourself in him.

"i’m never going to recover from that hair," you whispered before you could stop yourself.

heeseung chuckled, eyes crinkling at the corners. "yeah?"

"yeah," you said, your voice almost reverent. "it’s stupid how good it looks on you."

he leaned in again, lips brushing your temple. "then you better get used to it."

you laughed – soft, breathy – and tucked your head against his shoulder, letting yourself rest there. you didn’t say it, but you both felt it: the shift. the gentle undoing of years of silence. the relief of finally stepping into something that had always been waiting.

and in the quiet that followed, your heart settled.

because this wasn’t a dream. it wasn’t just a moment. it was heeseung. and somehow, impossibly, he was yours.

[just-escape-now]

First time?

Period comfort w Han, confusion, his first time buying you period supplies.

Content: Fluff, comfort, Fem!reader, Drabble, not proofread.

(Warning, swearing, mentions of porn [as a joke, mild])

This was awkward. Extremely awkward. It made Han close the app and open it again. The message was still there.

Jagi <3: heyyy do you mind picking up some supplies at the store? My period just started 😔

Shit. What in the world did you mean by ‘supplies’? No way was he going to ask you that though, that would be even more awkward, right?

“You okay there?” Minho asked, narrowing his eyes at the stunned expression Han was wearing. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Either that or some random porn popped up on your twitter.” Han shook his head, and did a quick (very embarrassing) google search of “What to buy my girlfriend when she’s on her period”. Chocolates, pads, tampons- oh lord, did you use pads or tampons? They were different things, right?- ice cream, more snacks, hot water bottle… it was a long list.

He emerged from his chair, grabbing his wallet with shaky hands. “I gotta go to the store for y/n, see you tomorrow?” He said, his voice smooth and collected, much unlike the situation going on in his head. Minho just sighed, nodded, and gestured him out the door.

The store was a nightmare. He spent a few minutes gathering up the courage to go to the women’s hygiene section, only to find a member of the staff there, a female, no less. He flushed, but held his ground, staring at the many options of pads, tampons, menstrual cups, panty liners, anything you could think of. How was he supposed to know what to grab?

“Would you like some help, sir?” The lady asked, noticing the utter confusion on his face. Han stared some more, before nodding. “Do you know what she uses?” The lady asked, and he shook his head. You’d be surprised how he could turn into a man of very few words when faced with a grocery store clerk. “Well, pads are always a safe option. Not everyone uses the other stuff.” She explains, pointing at the various types of pads. Han nodded again.

“Thanks, I think I’m good now.” He said, smiling. The clerk shrugged and walked to the other end of the aisle, shelving some shampoo.

What the hell do wings do? Why was there so much sizes? And why did he dismiss that lady, he had no idea what he was doing! In his panic, he grabbed a medium size (it was a safe bet) with wings, and darted out of the aisle. He then grabbed chocolate and some chips, your favourite flavour. He skipped ice cream, too worried about it melting before he got home, which would be absolutely awful.

Now he just had to go through the till.

Finally making it back home, Han slipped off his shoes, the bag of period supplies in his arms. “Jagi, I’m home!” He called, making his way down the hall to your bedroom. Hearing the mattress shift, he opened the door, dropping the bag on the bed.

“mmm, hey Hanji….” you mumbled, weeping your arms around him, which may or may not made him grin goofily, heart quickening.

“I present to you…” He declared dramatically, grabbing the items out of the bag one by one. “Chips, chocolate, a bag of cookies, Tylenol, and pads with whatever the heck wings are supposed to be!” He laid them out in front of you, glancing up at you for approval.

“Aww, thank you!” You smiled, popping open the bag of chips. He inwardly did a little happy dance. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He set the rest of the stuff off to the side.

“Cuddles?”

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[gf2bellamy]

Hiii ! First of all take care of you dw if you want to slow down on request it's totally okay !!! I looove your fics tysm for your amazing writing

I was wandering i you could write something about Spencer and nonBAUreader are watching a serie about serial killer and reader ask MANY questions about Spencer's work (i'm curently watching the new season of Dexter x)) and it's all cute

love uuuu <3💐

questions — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: mention of serial killers not getting caught / dna under finger nails / victims a/n: hi hi tysm !! that's so so nice <33 and i hope you like this <3 also i don't even wanna know how bad my google search history looks like rn

You were curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs and a bowl of popcorn resting between you and Spencer. The two of you were halfway through a binge-watch of a fictional crime series about a serial killer, and while the show was gripping, you couldn’t help but pepper Spencer with questions.

After all, who better to ask than an actual FBI profiler?

“Okay, wait,” you said, pausing the show just as the detectives on screen were about to interrogate a suspect. “This whole DNA-under-the-nails thing—how often does that actually happen in real cases? Like, is it as common as they make it seem?”

Spencer, who had been leaning back against the arm of the couch with his legs stretched out, turned to look at you, his eyes lighting up at the question.

“Actually,” he said, sitting up a little straighter, “it’s not as common as TV makes it seem, but it does happen. The likelihood depends on the type of assault and whether the victim had the opportunity to fight back. Statistically, it’s present in about 12% of cases where there’s close physical contact.”

You nodded, absorbing the information. “So, it’s not a guarantee, but it’s a solid lead when it’s there,” you said, more to yourself than to him. “What about contamination? Like, how often does the DNA get messed up because of improper collection or storage?”

Spencer’s face lit up even more, and you could tell he was enjoying this.

“Great question,” he said, his tone enthusiastic. “Contamination is a huge issue, especially in high-profile cases where there’s a lot of media attention and pressure to solve the case quickly. Improper handling of evidence can reduce the reliability of DNA results by up to 30%. That’s why chain of custody is so important.”

You hummed thoughtfully, popping a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “Makes sense,” you said. “Okay, next question. How likely is it that a serial killer could stay hidden for, like, decades?”

Spencer tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “It’s more common than you’d think,” he said. “If the killer is organized, methodical, and avoids leaving behind forensic evidence, they can evade capture for years—sometimes even decades. The Golden State Killer, for example, wasn’t caught for over 40 years. The probability of staying hidden increases if the killer targets strangers, moves frequently, and avoids leaving behind patterns that law enforcement can track.”

You frowned slightly, your brow furrowing as you considered that.

“That’s… kind of terrifying,” you said. “But also fascinating. How do you even start profiling someone like that? Like, what’s the first step?”

Spencer smiled, clearly impressed by your line of questioning. “It starts with the crime scene,” he said, his tone shifting into what you affectionately called his “professor voice.” “Every detail tells a story. The way the victim was killed, the location, the level of violence—it all gives us clues about the killer’s psychology, their motives, and even their background. From there, we build a profile and use it to narrow down potential suspects.”

You nodded, your eyes narrowing slightly as you processed everything. “That’s so cool,” you said, your voice soft. “I mean, not cool that people do terrible things, but cool that you can figure all that out just by looking at the evidence.”

Spencer chuckled, his smile warm. “It’s not always easy,” he said. “But it’s rewarding when we can use it to catch someone and stop them from doing harm.”

You smiled, tucking your legs underneath you as you turned to face him more fully. “I can’t even imagine,” you said. “Do you ever… I don’t know, get scared? Or overwhelmed?”

Spencer’s expression softened, and he hesitated for a moment, as if considering how much to share. “Sometimes,” he admitted, his voice quiet. “There are cases that stay with you, ones that are harder to shake. But having a team helps. And… well, it helps to have something—or someone—to come home to.”

His words hung in the air for a moment and you felt your heart swell. Without thinking, you shifted closer to him on the couch, your hand reaching out to gently rest on his arm.

“I’m glad you have that,” you said, your voice warm. “And I’m really glad I get to be that someone.”

[guardarecheluna]

You know, i’ve been your baby since the day that we met. (CEO!H)

Words: 8k

Warnings: Pathetic Fluff, Smut (Praise, P in V, Oral, slight daddy kink)

Summary: Harry is bewitched by her, and he would do absolutely anything to make her happy, even though she sometimes doesn’t want him to.

READ THE FIRST CEO ONE SHOT HERE!

A/N: Hellooo my loves! It's been a little while, but now i'm here with a lil CEO update since you all seemed to enjoy him last time. Please let me know what you think of it, it always makes my day to hear from you!

elle x

It was almost like Harry couldn’t remember a life before her. She had filled the bottomless hole in his heart with her warmth, humour, cleverness and love like it was the most simple thing in the world. Harry had never been so happy.

It’s been just 5 months since that night in Harry’s lounge, where his clammy hands were shaking, searching for hers. Where he bared his heart before her, and hoped, hoped that she’d at least tell him she didn’t hate him. Y/N could never hate Harry. Sometimes, when she comes to think about it, she feels absolutely crazy when it comes to him. Like she can’t believe that he is hers. Like maybe she was made just for him. Like maybe they were meant to meet when she started working for Pleasing.

Harry had kept telling her how hard he fell, that he felt like he was jumping from a plane without a parachute, blindly falling and hoping to be caught in his lover’s arms. Harry fell hard, but Y/N fell first.

Y/N’s interview had went better than she ever could’ve expected. It was just the day before that she was asked to Pleasing’s office to do an interview for a position as a senior creative. She left the interview happy and pleased with herself, but honestly?

She couldn’t tell if it was because she had actually done well for the interview, or if it was the Harry-shaped opening in her heart that was slowly cracking her open. The tall brunette had been so kind to her throughout the interview, even offering her a coffee beforehand.

As her first day a Pleasing came and went, Y/N tried to gather up her things from her new office to head home. It had been a wild day, introductions to new people, online courses to help her with their IT systems and endless and absolutely endless pining for her new boss. She could swear that she had never met anyone like him, and especially not a CEO who acted like he did with his colleagues. Harry had this softness to him, almost feminine at times, but with a strong masculine cologne, broad shoulders and deep, gravely voice. He emitted a light and kindness that was difficult to describe if you hadn’t met him. He was like a magnet.

Y/N was sure that if you were to google the definition of kindness, a picture of Harry Styles would pop up on the first page. Don’t quote her on that, though.

Harry had checked on her multiple times during the day, taken her and a few other colleagues out for lunch as a “celebration” he said. He really didn’t act like any other CEO she had met.

“Hey, are you still here? Thought your day ended at five, you must be exhausted.” Harry was doing a final round in the offices. Y/N was the last one left, just wanting to land back on her feet and feel her surroundings after a long first day. She thought she’d be the last one out, but Harry was there as well. Of course he was. Y/N snapped her head up, looking at him. He had almost scared her with his quiet steps into her office space. “Jesus, Harry, you scared me!” Y/N scrunched her eyes shut, putting her hand over her pumping heart. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t resist, I didn’t mean to scare ye’ though.” Harry said with a smirk. Y/N raised her eyebrow at him. “Didn’t mean to, huh? Don’t believe it for a second.” She said, throwing him a suspicious look, but with a smile; she just couldn’t help it. Harry chuckled. “You’ll just have to believe that I’m a kind enough person to not scare away the new employee on the first day, I don’t know what to tell you.” Harry hit back, slight ironic cockiness in his voice.

Y/N just smiled and continued packing up her laptop and the pamphlets she’d gotten from HR, along with a few papers that needed to be signed.

Y/N almost couldn’t look at him without having butterflies erupting in her stomach. Call her stupid, insane, mentally weak, but she could feel a serious crush coming on. Scratch that, it isn’t coming on, it’s already there, burning in her belly and begging to seen and heard.

Or another time, around a month into working for Pleasing when Y/N had knocked on Harry’s office door, almost in tears.

Maybe it sounded dramatic, but getting used to a new workplace, new routines and IT systems; Y/N would find herself frustrated and she hated bothering her colleagues with her questions every 5 minutes.

Y/N knocked on the glass door, her jaw strained and aching with how much she was trying to keep it together.

Harry opened the door, stepping aside. “Hey there, darling. You alright?” He said as he nodded his head to give her a cue to step inside.

He looked so good that day, in one of pristine, ironed suits. The first few buttons were undone, and a fine dusting of hair was peeking out of the shirt as well as the tattoos on his chest that Y/N hadn’t gotten to see the full version of. His lips were chapped, like he had picked on the skin in his anxious thoughts. Y/N swallowed harshly, stepping inside and plopping down on the sofa in his office. “I need your help.” She just said, looking up at him, holding on to her frustrated tears.

Harry could tell she wasn’t her chirpy, flirty and smug self, his heart suddenly feeling gooey and yelling at him to sit down and embrace her.

“Anything, I’m glad you came. What do you need, pet?” Harry said as he closed the door and sat opposite her on another sofa. He was leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees.

“I just…I feel frustrated because there’s so many things I don’t have the hang of yet and I hate being a bother to everyone and asking questions all the time. It’s either that I don’t fucking get it or it’s because there’s suddenly new things and I can’t seem to keep up.” She said, her eyes stuck on the cushions Harry was sitting on, afraid that she’d break if she looked right at him.

Harry was quiet for a good while, anxiety washing over Y/N when he wouldn’t answer. She braced herself for some kind of lashing out. She knew he wasn’t like any other boss, but maybe coming to him with this was a mistake, a showcasing of her weakness that would be the end of her time at Pleasing.

“Sorry…I-“ She started before Harry spoke up.

“Darling, don’t ever apologise. You need to go easy on yourself, you’ve been here for just a month and there’s a lot to learn, you don’t have to do everything at once, that’s impossible. I’m really glad you came to me, of course I’ll help you with anything I can.” Harry said softly. Y/N relaxed into her seat, feeling almost dumb for thinking he’d lash out at her. She nodded, finally looking up at him, to find him searching her eyes and smiling kindly. “Thank you, H, I just, I know it’s a competitive business, and I don’t want to ever let you down just because I can’t figure out fucking excel.” She chuckled.

Harry laughed and shook his head. “As if you could ever let me down.” He said under his breath, almost like she wasn’t meant to hear it. “Let’s get to it, then, come sit down next t’me and pull out your laptop.”

Harry had arranged a small get away weekend for the two of them. Coming up on almost 6 months, they were yet to go on a trip together, and Harry wanted nothing more than some quality time with his girl. His girl.

He had spent two weeks trying to plan everything down to the food they were going to cook, to what activities they could do to keep them occupied.

Harry had booked them a cabin in the woods, by a small lake. It was around a three-hour drive from London, which was perfect for going away for a weekend.

A weekend where it would be just the two of them, no distractions of phones or other people, just them. Harry was so excited, struggling to keep it a secret when all he wanted was to spill all the details and spoil Y/N with insight into all his plans, but he kept his mouth shut.

They had already agreed to spend the weekend together at Harry’s, so naturally, they’d drive home together after work on Friday. Harry was driving, one hand on the wheel, and the other finding Y/N’s over the centre consol. Fingers lightly tracing knuckles and palms while Harry had their playlist on in the background.

Y/N sat up slightly and her eyebrows furrowed when she realized that they were going towards her apartment instead, and not his.

“I thought we were staying at yours this weekend?”

Harry laughed, the plan in his head was turning out just the way he wanted it to. He parked the car outside of her building. “Get out with me.” He said, meeting her when he rounded the car. His hands reached out and gripped her jaw, placing a few small pecks on her pink lips. Confusion was still prominent on her face. “We’re going to go upstairs, and you’re going to pack a bag for a weekend away. I didn’t want to say anything, ‘cause I wanted it to be a surprise.” He smiled. Y/N melted into his touch. “Are you serious, where are we going?” Her eyes lit up with excitement at his words. “Not telling you yet, you’ll find out.” She shook her head at his words.

“You’re so sneaky. And here I was thinking that you couldn’t keep a secret if your life depended on it.” Y/N teased as she turned on her heel towards her apartment to pack a weekend bag.

The pair had stopped early in their trip to get some snacks at a gas station, just something to keep them awake after a long day at the office. Y/N had taken off her shoes and cozied up in the passenger seat, manipulating her seatbelt so that her back was leaning against the car door. Her feet was propped up on the centre consol as she observed Harry from her seat. Every little hair on his head, his eyes on the road that sometimes glanced over at her, a smile spreading on his face when he caught her looking at him. One of his hands reached for her, hand spreading out over her knee and squeezing it slightly. “What’s on your mind, pet?” Y/N tilted her head. “Like you don’t know.” She laughed and leant back against the door. “Just thinking about how the hell I landed you.” She continued, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks with the words, but still confident. Harry sighed. “You’ve got it all backwards, I’m afraid. You’re so out of my league it’s insane, I’m surprised I didn’t have to beg on my knees for you to date me.” He replied to her, once again squeezing her knee. “Well, let’s be real, you kind of did.” Y/N said as a comeback, clearly remembering the anxious, thinly spread Harry that night almost 6 months ago. “Alright, that’s enough or I’ll drop you off on the side of the road.” Harry replied, faking a threat as he felt the embarrassment of that evening come over him. “You wouldn’t, think you love me a little too much to leave on the side of the road.” She continued to tease.

Of course she was right.

“Harry. Is this all for us, have you gone completely insane?” Y/N looked at him without a hint of amusement behind her eyes as she stepped out of the car to look at the so called “cabin” that Harry had rented out. Thing is, it wasn’t just a cabin. It was a huge, sprawling estate, hidden away from neighbours and curious gazes. It had to have cost him thousands of punds just for a weekend getaway, and even though Y/N appreciated his act of love, they had had this conversation before; the one about money.

Y/N didn’t grow up with wealth, and neither did Harry. But as the years had passed, Harry had gotten ridiculously rich. No prize on either cars or estates phased him, he barely looked at the cost of things, which Y/N had thought was completely insane, even though she didn’t exactly know the extent of his wealth.

The first argument about money that they had, was early on in their relationship, just a month after they’d become official.

It had been Y/N’s birthday.

They were newly in love. It had been a month. They spent all their awake time together, at work, at home, in bed and weekends. Their hearts were blooming, still with that wondrous love in their hearts each time they looked at each other. Everything was easy, bright and happy.

Y/N’s birthday was coming up, and since she didn’t want to make a big deal of it, she had told Harry that they’d spend it with some of their friends. She had also warned him, to not get her anything as a gift. Y/N wasn’t really aware of what the code was when it’s your partners birthday, but you’re a new couple, so to avoid any awkward feelings, she straight up told him not to get her anything.

Harry wasn’t like that though. He knew her birthday was coming up long before she’d warned him. It might’ve even been one of the first things he’d memorized about her after she left her initial interview at Pleasing. His nosey ass couldn’t keep his nose out of her application papers that was clearly stating her date of birth and age.

He had been a little bit taken aback when Y/N told him not to get her anything, because he had already gotten her something. Something that, in his eyes it wasn’t a big present of any sort, just an appreciation for his girlfriend that he loved more than the number of stars in the sky.

“Can I just get you something small? Please, I know you don’t want anything, but it doesn’t feel right, I just want to celebrate you, you deserve it.” Harry had mentioned over the breakfast they were sharing. Y/N shook her head at him adoringly. “Does it really mean that much to you? A get together with you and my friends is more than enough for me.” Y/N reached out over the table and entwined her fingers through his. He was warm.

“It does, I like giving gifts, and it can be something small, I just want to get you something. If you really don’t want to I won’t but I can’t lie and say it won’t break my heart a little.” He admitted to her. So, she agreed. It was just something small, and she found his urge to care for her so badly very sweet.

And Harry didn’t necessarily lie, the gift was indeed small, but it was expensive. Harry had barely blinked at the prize when he’d went to the jeweller’s and picked out a piece that would suit her perfectly. And maybe that was the problem in all of this. Harry had spent so much of his life by now, bathing in money, and it didn’t really matter to him anymore what things cost him, because at this point, he had made more money than he’ll ever be able to spend.

Y/N didn’t have that, she wasn’t, nor had she ever bathed in money. She was like everyone else, budgeting her money to see what she could spend and save, and she quite enjoyed it, she didn’t have too much or too little of anything.

So when she opened his “small gift” on his sofa, amongst his friend on her birthday evening, she could feel her blood burning when she pulled out a beautiful, white gold bracelet with tiny charms linked to it. Amongst the charms was an “H” initial and amongst a few others that she could recognize meant something to the both of them. A collective gasp was spread through the room, and Y/N knows she should be happy, but right she felt almost embarrassed. Here she was, sat with her regular friends and millionaire boyfriend, while he gifted her jewellery worth thousands of pounds. Harry sat beside her, smiling widely and awaiting a reaction to his gift. Y/N couldn’t find it in herself to be ungrateful, she wasn’t, but she needed to talk to Harry about the way her stomach twisted and turned, how her cheeks turned red and how she felt guilty to receive something like this. But now wasn’t the time. Instead, she turned to him with a weak smile and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, my love.” She simply said before turning back to her friends and picking up another gift. It hurt her. She could see the slight disappointment in Harry’s eyes as she put his gift to the side.

It had all turned into something much bigger. Y/N wasn’t handling his apparent wealth and need to spoil her very well, and Harry was just confused. He couldn’t understand in his wildest mind how she didn’t want him to spoil her. He couldn’t understand her anger, her guilt, and her refusal to let him love her in this way. Because that was it. Plain and simple he loved her. He hadn’t dared to stutter those words since their first night together, and she hadn’t either, but he sure felt it. He felt in his his whole body, and he had for an embarrassing amount of time.

They made up, at last, and she accepted his gift after a few persuasive kisses and promises of no more gifts like these. She made it clear to him that she did appreciate his effort, and the thoughtfulness, but she didn’t appreciate the huge amount of money he had spent. Harry listened and took it to heart. He wanted to make her happy, of course, and gift giving was part of his love language, he just had to learn to tone it down slightly.

That same feeling in Y/N’s stomach that she had on her birthday had returned as she stepped out of the car and looked at the huge house in front of her. It wasn’t like he had bought her a whole house, it was just a weekend away, but it’s the principle of him spending that much money on her that made her uneasy.

“Darling.” Harry just said as he looked over to her. He knew from the look on her face that the same as the one she wore on her birthday. Harry rounded the car to stand right in front of her.

“This isn’t a cabin Harry. I don’t want to sound ungrateful, you know I appreciate when you plan things like this but…” her fingers played nervously with her rings, tears feeling like they could escape from her eyes at any moment. “Look at me.” Harry said, his hand coming up to her cheek, thumb grazing softly over her jaw. “It’s not just a cabin, ‘m sorry. And I know how you feel about this but you also have to know how I feel. I feel like I could never give you enough, you deserve everything I have pet, and sometimes that shows with money. I don’t want it to bother you like this, because I love y- …doing this for you. You must accept that I want to do this and that I’ve got no bad intentions, just want to show you how much you mean to me.” He almost let it slip from his lips. It felt so easy. Y/N swallowed hard. She didn’t want to fight about money, but being taken care of like this was still so foreign to her that she didn’t know how to handle it. She nodded, and looked up at him with watery eyes. “No more.” She just said as she melted into his body, arms wrapping around his middle and her nose searching for his scent lathered in the neckline of his shirt. “There will be more, I want to give you all of it, pet.” Harry replied. She just nodded into the warmth of his chest.

Overwhelmed was the right word. She didn’t know what to do with all these new feelings of guilt that was put in her, where did they come from? Why couldn’t she just accept that he only did this out of pure adoration for her heart?

They got their bags out of the car and stepped inside the house. From the foyer, she could see straight through the house, with a beautiful lake spread out just a few meters from the house. The water on the lake was shimmering in on the roof, which made the whole house look absolutely magical, like something out of a movie.

The house was massive, white walls and high ceilings with an open kitchen carrying dark wooden details and stone countertops. It was the house of Y/N’s dreams.

They spent the afternoon getting settled in, and going down to the lake to have a splash around. Y/N had discovered a porch swing sitting under the balcony, facing the lake and greenery around it, and if she wasn’t already in love with this place, it only intensified when she saw the swing.

But it wasn’t any old, creaky porch swing, it looked almost like a suspended sofa, blankets draped over it and pillows in the corners.

It was her turn to plan something small for Harry.

As they stood in the burning hot shower after their dip in the lake, Y/N hurriedly scrubbed herself down from the dirt and grime and turned to Harry who looked slightly confused at her erratic behaviour. “You got somewhere to be, pet?” Harry chuckled as she hung up her loofah. Y/N had a mischievous look on her face as she wrapped her arms around his middle. “It’s my turn for a little surprise now. I want you to meet my out the back in 40 minutes, and not a minute earlier, alright?” She said as she reached up and placed a single peck on Harry’s chin. Harry nodded, both his hands coming up to her head, carding through her wet hair and pushing it away from the gentle features of her face, then leaning down and connecting their lips. “I’ll be out in 40 minutes.”

Y/N scrambled to put on her comfortable, yet pretty new pyjamas, and dug out what she needed for her little surprise. She pulled out some candles from the depth of a cabinet in the kitchen, a bottle of wine and her speaker, some fruit for them to snack on and finally, a little gift that she had prepared.

The sun had started to set, a few rays still on the porch swing as she got out. She put the candles in the little lanterns and set up a little table for them, wanting to just have some down-time in the porch swing before their evening ended.

Harry stuck his head out the back door exactly 40 minutes later, a big smile on his face, and his freshly washed curls in a mess on top of his head.

Y/N snapped her head around. “Come sit.” Y/N smiled at him and reached out her hand for him, leading him over to the swing. “You’ve made it so lovely out here, pet. So nice to me, always.” Harry whispered to Y/N’s cheek as he pulled her closer to him. Harry was also wearing some cozy clothes, and through her thin pyjamas, she could feel the heat of his body and ripple of his muscle under his skin. He was home.

They sat down and cozied up with a blanked as Y/N poured them wine. “For you, my good sir.” She said teasingly, reaching him the glass of red wine. As she poured herself a glass, she leaned back into the soft cushion of the swing and into his arms. She was curled up, while Harry had his legs on the ground beneath, softly swinging them back and forth.

“I’m really sorry I was acting like I was earlier. I just have a hard time with you spoiling me like this, but I don’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate it, I do, I really do, H.” Y/N admitted as she looked up at Harry. He wasn’t looking at her, his eyes studying the lake that was still catching the last few sunrays. Then he shook his head as he caught her eyes. “You don’t have to apologize t’me, pet. I know you appreciate it. I just…I need you to know that this isn’t a one-off thing. I want to be able to spoil you. I also know that I’ve told you all of my intentions with you, I want always with you. I want us to enjoy our life, I want us to explore, I want to…I want to be with you, and sometimes I want to spend money on you. I can’t say that it doesn’t hurt me a little when you reject me like that, but I also understand where you’re coming from.” Harry laid out. Y/N felt her insides twist at his mention of her rejecting him, cause in her head, it wasn’t like that; not at all. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m rejecting you. I want the same thing as you, I just…that I don’t want to…bother you, I think. I don’t make nearly as much money as you do and sometimes it makes me feel like shit because I can’t bring the same thing to this relationship as you can. I guess it’s just something that’s always going to stick with me, but I want to be better.”

Y/N said, trying her best to be vulnerable and let him see her side of things. Harry snapped his head to look at her. “Is that really how you feel? Like you’re a bother to me?” He asked her, genuinely, not accusing her of her feelings, but sounding like he was genuinely concerned and interested in what her answer might be. “I do sometimes. I work for you, and I’m your girlfriend, it’s a bit hard to navigate sometimes, because we see each other so constantly, and I just don’t want you to get tired of me.” Harry nodded at her words, and stayed quiet for a moment. Y/N could see the wheels spinning in his head, trying to put the right words into his mouth. “You don’t ever have to feel like you’re a bother. Ever. I want to spend every moment with you, and I know I am so lucky to get to see you every single day at work. I do all of these things because I care about you, and in a world where money is everywhere and everything, I sometimes don’t think about the value of some things. You say that you bring nothing to this relationship, but I wish I could put into words how wrong you are.” Harry said honestly, his thumb stroking gentle circles over her cheek as he leaned in to connect them in a kiss. “I’m in love with you. I haven’t told you since that first night, but I don’t think I can keep it in me anymore, I need to tell you, all the time. I need you to know that you’re it, f’me. I love you so much, and you’ll never bother me the way you think you are.” He said against her lips, breaths switching between them because they’re close, so close. Y/N feels like her whole body is on fire, she’s blushing, her lower stomach filling with arousal and all the love she feels for him is just waiting to explode out of her like a fountain. So she does the first thing that comes to her mind. She kisses him again, again and again, until they’re out of breath and panting. “I love you, thank you for loving me like you do.” Is all she says, and she can feel him smiling into their kiss. Y/N moves around on the swing, and gently places their glasses back on the tiny table in front of them before pushing harry down to lay on his back. “Need to show you.” She murmurs against his mouth, as he welcomes her wet kisses trailing down his neck, making the hairs on his body stand up. “Yeah? You’re going to show me how much you love me?” He teased, as he let himself be pushed around to her liking. There was just something about Harr’s dirty talk that got her going even more, his velvety, low voice, combined with those forbidden, almost taboo words, mixed with his high praises and promise of pleasure. It was her favourite thing.

Y/N straddled his hips, looking down at him with a blown out pupils and slight smile as she tugged on her top to discard it on the floor. Harry’s hands instantly came up to touch. First smoothing over her belly and ribs until he reached her fleshy breasts, pinching her nipples and gauging her reaction. Her body caved into Harry’s as he touched her, leaning over him, with her breasts right in front of his face. Harry seized the moment, sticking out his tongue to tease her nipples, nipping them and working his tongue over them. A frustrated, pleasured moan came from Y/N as she started grinding her hips on his warm, plumping cock. Harry could feel her warmth through her bottoms, opting to grab onto her hips with his hands to pull her closer to him. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me, pet? Feel how much I love you?” Harry breathed into her hair, kissing her pulse point right under her ear, slightly biting on the earlobe.

“Mmmh” Was all she was able to get out before Harry pushed her away from him, grabbing her hand and rushing off to their bedroom for the weekend.

They barely made it through the door before Harry’s lips were on hers again, hands over any skin he could get to as they got rid of the remains of clothes that they still had on.

“Wanna taste…wanna bite.” Harry said to her skin, moving down the bed as he placed wet kisses down her sternum, belly, until he reached her mound. Y/N panted heavily with just the feel of his hands and kisses on her skin as she tangled her fingers through his locks to see his face properly. “Please.” She mewled when he teasingly places feather-light licks and kisses on her inner thighs and mound. “Be good, you’re going to get it, but you have to be my good girl, okay?” He said in reply to her mewl and her hands trying to steer her towards where she wanted him. “I’m good, I want to be good.” Y/N replied absentmindedly. And just as she was about to complain again, she felt his hot tongue inside of her, licking broad licks from her opening to her clit. Shivers of pleasure rippled through her body as he pleased her with his mouth, sucking, nipping, licking, and massaging wherever he could get to.

“You taste like heaven baby, so sweet for me, always.” Harry said as he came up for air. “More, please, H” Y/N said the moment his lips left her. She could feel herself getting closer to her that cliff of pleasure, just about to fall off when he detached. “I know, pet, you’re so close yeah? Could feel it on my tongue. Want my fingers too?” All she could do was nod, frustrated and writhing around in the crispy sheets. “You know I need your wor-“ “Yes, yes please, please do anything” She interrupted him in desperation, her hazy mind not caring about her manners at all. “Good girl.” Was all Harry said before diving back in with his mouth and fingers, instantly feeling her clench around his fingers as he curved them, poking the squishy island of pleasure with the tips of his fingers. Y/N moaned out as she got close, closer to the edge of her orgasm, raising to her elbows so she could see him. His eyes were closed as he worked his magic on her.

“I’m coming” Y/N airily moaned as her whole body tightened and she let herself fall over the cliff. Harry continued to work her through the waved of pleasure, prolonging her orgasm for as long as he possibly could.

Y/N in her post orgasm haze shot up from the sheets, pulling Harry up to her as she kissed him. She could taste herself on his lips, residual wetness around his mouth and chin transferring onto her skin. It was so hot. Without another word, she rolled him over, straddling him once again, like out on the swing. She sat right over his hard length, not yet putting him in as Harry had a lazy, smile on his face, pupils blown out in arousal and pleasure. Y/N put her hands on Harry’s chest, feeling up his muscles and dragging down to his toned stomach as she started moving over his cock, wetting him with her own arousal.

“Pet, Shhi- I’m not going to last if you grind on me like that.” Harry said as he fixed his eyes on hers, a little wrinkle of strain between his dark brows. Y/N said nothing to him, continuing to slick his cock with her wetness with a playful smile and moans of pleasure leaving her lips every time the head bumped her clit. Harry’s hands took a firm grip around her wrists as he sat up.

“You’re just asking for it, aren’t you? Thought you’d want it slow and sweet tonight, but I guess I was wrong.” Harry said in a harsh tone, although Y/N could see straight through him. “Doesn’t matter, just want you to fuck me. You always tease me so I thought you’d have a taste of your own medicine.” Y/N replied sassily with a scowl on her face, but a sparkle in her eye that gave her away immediately. “You…” Harry chuckled as he pinned her down on the bed, giving himself a few cursory strokes before lining himself up with her. “Tell me, pet. Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll give it to you” Harry mumbled into her neck, kissing and sucking on her salty skin. “Mhh, I love you, please get in me” Y/N whimpered out as she reached down in between them, trying any and everything to get him inside of her. “I love you too, pet, tell me again” He spluttered out, kissing her lips as he finally sank in to her, groaning int her mouth. A wave of relief flooded over Y/N, her desperation for him finally calming down as he poked and prodded at her insides with his cock. Harry picked up his pace, giving her deep, long strokes with his hips as Y/Ns legs wrapped around his body.

Missionary was a classic for the two of them, people found it boring and plain, but for Harry and Y/N, it was their preferred position. Easy access to one another, being able to touch, look, and swallow the other’s moans as they chased their highs. Few things were as romantic for them as missionary. And don’t get this wrong, they are the couple to explore new positions and find other ways to pleasure, but they always returned to this. There was something so raw and pure about it, and they couldn’t get enough.

Their foreheads were stuck together, panting into each other’s mouths as Harry hooked her legs into the crease of his elbows, allowing him to hit her at a new angle. “Baby” Y/N moaned out from the change in angle, his cock hitting her spot head on as he continued to work into her. A layer of sweat was building on his chest and shoulders from the strain of chasing their pleasure, and Y/N wanted to lick it off. He looked so good like this.

“I know, I know it feels so good, pet, I feel it too. You’re the best I’ve ever had, should never let you leave my bed.” Harry praised her in response as he kissed the sides of her face, looking at her blissed out expression. Y/N could feel her orgasm approaching again, and Harry could tell, letting go of one of her legs and reaching down between them to touch her. “H, I’m going to come, please, keep going” She mewled underneath him, trying to chase his movements with her hips as she threw her head to the side and into the pillow. “I’m coming pet, so fucking weak for you. Want it inside, want me to fill you up, baby?” Harry replied with a raspy groan, and that, that made Y/N tip over yes. Her orgasm wracked through her body, her nails digging into Harry’s biceps as she let out sounds of her pleasure. “Inside, please, Daddy, I want it inside.” She encouraged as her eyes glazed over, fixing her eyes on his as she knew he was right after her, wanting the most out of his orgasm, just as he did to her. “Shit- pet you’re playing dirty, Daddy’s gonna come for you, I-“ Harry groaned as he let out pathetic little whimpers. His hips stuttered, burying himself deeper inside of her and catching her lips in a messy kiss, warm tongue sliding over hers. She could feel her lower stomach, warm with him, chuckling and pushing the hair out of his face as he collapsed on top of her completely.

Her nails started raking through his hair and down his back as they basked in the afterglow of their intense sex. Harry placed a gentle kiss on her collarbone and put his head on her shoulder, looking up at her. “I wish I had more words in my vocabulary to tell you how much I love you, I feel like I love you isn’t enough.” Harry spoke genuinely in a low tone. “Write me a book, yeah?” She chuckled as she tried to settle into the moment and enjoy it before having to detangle from each other. “Don’t joke about that, might as well happen, you know.” Harry laughed as he detached their sticky bodies rising from the bed. “C’mon, my love, quick wash up and then sleep.”

Y/N laid there looking at his outstretched arm, completely bare for each other as her heart pumped with pure love and adoration for the man in front of her. She took his hand, and they stumbled into the shower together.

Y/N was awoken by a harsh light in her face, and Harry sitting up on the edge of the bed. He put his phone to his ear, and she could hear him talking lowly on his phone. Casting her a glance and then leaving through the door as to not disturb her sleep.

She could hear him out in the hall.

“I don’t know what to tell you, I can’t….i can’t do anything from here, I’m away for the weekend…No…Well you’re going to have to fix It in some way, call Niall, I’m not available. All I ask is one weekend in quiet and you idiots can’t even do that. Fine. Call Niall and head of security at IT and figure it out, yeah? Bye.”

Y/N listened curiously in her cocoon of blankets, what time was it, why did they need him now?

Harry stepped inside once again and lifted the blankets. Y/N couldn’t really tell if it was anger or worry on his face. “I’m sorry I woke you up, pet. Some idiots at the office don’t know how to handle their job. Let’s go back to sleep.” She could tell he tried his best not to let anger spill out on their conversation, and she felt bad for him, always having to be available and never catching a break. This job would be the death of him some day.

“You’re alright, baby. It’s not your fault. What did they need you for?” She tried with a gentle voice, welcoming him into her arms as he settled in bed and turned off the bedside lamp. “There’s been some kind of security breach in one department, and someone is trying to leak personal data and now they want a ransom to not leak the data and get out of our systems.” Harry sighed. Jesus. “There’s nothing I can do, but they’re calling in head of IT and security to have a look at it, it’s happened before, but hopefully it’s just a scare. Didn’t want to wake you up though, I’m sorry,” He continued, obviously feeling defeated and helpless in the situation.

“I’m sure there’s a way to make it up to me.” Y/N tried as she placed gentle kisses on his jaw and neck, and she could feel Harry instantly relaxing and smiling at her wording. “Yeah? Tell me and I’ll make it up to you.” He let her lead him on, feeling her hands playing with the elastic of his boxer briefs. “Guess.” Harry shook his head in adoration as he pulled down his boxers and took her underwear off in the same movement, getting in behind her and pushing inside of her. No preparation was needed. Nothing got him harder when he knew she wanted him.

“Fuck, it hasn’t even been two hours and I’ve already missed being inside of you.” Harry admitted with a sigh as he entered her again.

It was lazy, raw and desperate sex, in the middle of the night. Harry couldn’t stop thinking about her, having her in every way imaginable. And he kept thinking about his life from over a year ago, when he had no idea that she, the love of his life, was about to enter into her life. And even if it was just something small, like having sex to take the edge off from the day, Harry couldn’t imagine anything else for his life as they fell asleep cuddled up to each other, leaving no room for work or security breaches to enter his mind. It was just them.

Back at work, a few days later, Lydia, Y/N’s co-worker and close friend smiled suspiciously at Y/N as she prepared her desk for the workday,

“There’s something up with you, and I can’t tell what it is.” Lydia wiggled her eyebrows with an interrogating look on her face. Y/N blushed slightly, but tries to keep a straight face through the conversation, having a sip of her morning coffee. “I’m an open book.” Y/N tried to play, but she could tell that Lydia wasn’t buying it. “You. Me. Meeting in Atlas in 5 minutes. We need to have a MEETING.” Lydia pressed, gathering her things and rushing off to the free meeting room to have a pretend meeting with her best friend. Y/N rolled her eyes and went after her. She could never keep anything from Lydia. She just knew stuff without knowing. Of course, the whole office knew about Harry and Y/N getting involved, but they kept in on the low.

“Alright. Spill the beans, all of them, right now.” Lydia said immediately when she closed the door and plopped down in a chair opposite of Y/N. Just as she was about to answer her, Harry walked by on the other side of the glass. He glanced inside, smiling his brilliant smile and sending her a quick wink before he was off. Y/N looked up with a smile spreading over her face, just from that small interaction. Lydia didn’t even have to turn around. “It’s him, yeah?” Y/N nodded, eyes stuck on the glass where he had just walked by. “I think I’m going to marry him.” Y/N said as she kept looking through the glass. Her heart grew every time she looked at him. If this wasn’t love, then she didn’t know what was.

And Lydia just burst out laughing, a true belly laugh, like she hadn’t heard anything funnier in her whole lifetime. “Babe, tell me something I don’t know. I’ve never seen two people as dumb in love with each other as you two. I’m sure there’s going to be a ring on your finger in the next year, but probably tomorrow if Harry got to have it his way. Plus, you two wreaked of “I just had the best sex of my life” the minute you stepped into the building”

Y/N just blinked at Lydia, blushing at her comment. She hadn’t heard anyone talking about them like that before, and it made her heart grow three sizes. Was it that obvious to everyone? Even Harry?

“Really, you think so?” Y/N replied with a watery smile. Lydia looked at her with a smile. “I know so. There’s absolutely no doubt. I’ve known Harry for about three years, and he’s never been like this, ever. It’s like a different person, I’m telling you- “. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door, both Lydia’s and Y/N’s eyes flying up to see Harry at the door. “Hello ladies, I was just wanting to borrow Y/N for a quick second.” He tried to be professional, bless him, but the smile overtaking his features revealed him. Lydia smiled at him. “Of course. No funny business, Mr. Styles.” She teased him with a smack on his arm as she left the room, turning around when she was behind him and staring at her intensely, “I TOLD YOU” She mouthed to her.

Y/N chuckled, rising from her chair and meeting Harry halfway around the conference table. “What a pleasure, Mr. Styles, what could you want me for, huh?” Y/N teasingly smiled as she stepped into his embrace. Harry looked down at her with nothing but love in his eyes, his thumb grazing her cheek as she leaned into his touch, “Just wanted to ask the lady if she would like to have dinner with me, tonight. Was thinking about making my famous curry, and I’d like for you to be there.” Harry continued with his little act. “Well, my good sir, I would really like that. I’ll see you later, then.” Y/N replied courteously as she began walking out; but not before Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her back into him. Both his hand on her face, gently passing his fingers through her hair and picking at stray pieces of hair, lovingly. “I love you, be good, yeah?” He said in a way that made her lower stomach flutter with arousal. “I’ll be good. I love you.” She replied before he attached his lips to hers in a long, soft kiss. A few more pecks for good measure, and then she turned around and left, a glimmer in her eye.

Harry stood glued in his spot, completely besotted with her and everything that was her. “I think I need to marry her.” He whispered to himself as he shook out of his daydream, to continue his workday.

[prettygiri222]

Summary: you're a succubus looking for a new victim, unaware you've become one

Any character really x Black Fem Reader SMUT

as a succubus, you loved going for the frat boys. they were always so eager to get a pretty girl like you in bed promising you a good time. but you quickly turned into their worst nightmare, ripping orgasm after orgasm from their already spent cocks. 

"o-oh fuck! nomorenomore it hurts!" they would cry out. they would be spazzing out and twitching underneath you, arms struggling to get a good grip on your waist as you continuously rolled your hips against them. the friction against your clit was enough to draw your second orgasm of the night. but not enough to make you lose your mind. their heads would fall back into their flat pillows as you milked yet another orgasm out of them. 

“awh” you cooed at them mockingly. “is my baby boy too tired?” they would frantically nod, praying for you to get off them as if they weren’t the ones who begged you to get into their beds in the first place. they had come so much it physically hurt.

the intricately designed heart-shaped tattoo that covered your womb shimmered a dull pink as you absorbed their essence. it was your symbol as a succubus and kept track of your hunger. frat boys never kept you full for long, they were only enough to hold you off for a few days.

eventually, you moved on to the jocks. you had guys ranging from the football team to the basketball team to the soccer team. they had stamina, keeping you full for a few more days but something was still missing.

"you like that, huh?" they asked, slapping your ass. they loved doggy, watching the way your ass jiggled and the lack of intimacy. you could care less, always shoving your face into the pillows to hide your displeasure. 

their thrusts would get sloppy after their first orgasm and they often neglected your pleasure chasing their own release. but they did satiate your hunger a bit longer. your symbol glowing brighter.

due to your bias, you failed to notice the lust-filled eyes that watched your every move. he was just a regular guy, or that’s what you thought of him at first glance. he easily blended into the school’s crowds with his oversized sweaters and baggy jeans that didn’t do his sculpted body justice.

but he was infatuated with you the moment he laid eyes on your beautiful form. he loved how you always wore such slutty outfits. your short skirts that were the size of a belt. how he easily caught glimpses of the lacey panties and thongs you wore. the way your tongue piercing made an appearance when you licked your plump lips always coated in a sparkly gloss. and he loved that no matter how thick your shirts were your nipple piercing would always poke through.

but he was obsessed with the tramp stamp you had on full display. it was a deviated heart tattoo with devil wings and black ink that stood out boldly against your brown skin. the design intrigued him and with a quick google search he found out why. apparently, it was a succubus tattoo. you were a succubus. a demon obsessed with sex it drained men for their essence. 

he couldn’t lie, the idea of you being such a sinful creature was a fantasy he couldn’t get out of his head. he spent days jerking off to the thought of you appearing in his room just so you could drain him. just the thought of you was enough to have blood pooling to the head of dick, it left him nauseous. 

but he could never approach you. not when the faintest whiff of your sweet perfume made him pop boners like he was a sixth grader with a crush on his history teacher. you were like a walking aphrodisiac. he felt the room grow hotter anytime you entered, his pale skin flushing easily. it was honestly a shame how you didn’t notice this bundle of desire.

~

“oh fuck me” you grumbled in the back of the lecture. you opened your phone to a message from the 6’4 basketball player you were planning on linking later saying he had a late practice. you would’ve urged him to skip practice like you did last week but his coach was getting on his ass about missed practices. he said if he missed anymore he was going to be pulled from the starting lineup.

this was the problem with fucking athletes, you had to work around their schedules. you rolled your eyes at the message leaving it on seen. it’s been a week since you last had sex and you were starving. the only reason you held out this long was because this guy was one of your favourites. he didn’t eat pussy but he always made sure to have you creaming on his dick.

you let out a deep sigh. you were in trouble and you could feel it. despite not currently being aroused you felt yourself dampening the denim material of your skirt. the thick cotton of your turtle neck couldn’t hide your hardened nipples. 

as a succubus, you gain energy from sexual intercourse with men. but if you aren’t careful you could kill somebody by draining their energy completely. you feed off of their pleasure so it’s fine to neglect your own but where’s the fun in that?

when you starve you begin to give in to your sinful nature. you become the monster in folklore, the sex-hungry demon that feeds off of any and every man they come across. who fuck them to death, literally. but you didn’t want to become that monster. you enjoyed living among humans so you developed a consistent feeding system to avoid giving in to your monster.

you crossed your legs under your desk hoping to relieve yourself. regardless of being a succubus you had standards, you didn’t just fuck any and everyone. the professor was drawing on and on about an essay at the end of the week but it was the least of your worries. 

you briefly looked over the people in the class. there was no one in the class that stood out to you. you had attempted to hook up with a guy that sat next to you at the beginning of the year and it was the worst you’ve ever experienced. the guy was cute but he was a virgin. he didn’t know what to do and tried to insert his dick into your ass with no prep. that was the first and last time you went for someone who didn’t ooze sex appeal.

you were about to return your eyes to the professor when you locked eyes with him. your eyes widened in surprise at the intensity of his gaze. he was sitting a few rows behind you placing him in your blind spot. his eyes were dilated in an emotion you knew all too well, lust. 

he was completely out of it, he didn’t even notice that you locked eyes with him. you could feel yourself grow hotter at the attention. he was basically eye-fucking you, undressing you right there in the middle of a lecture. probably having his way with you on top of the desks in front of everyone in his daydream. a smile graced your lips, you had found your victim.

the second the lecture ended you threw your tote bag over your shoulder and made your way over to him, swaying your hips. he was focused on packing up his laptop but you saw him stiffen up the moment you got close. he shot a quick glance in your direction before standing pin-straight.

“excuse me” you softly called out from beside him. he looked around before pointing to himself. “yes you” you let a little giggle at his bashfulness. was he really the guy who had you flustered just a few minutes ago?

“oh uhm, hey” his voice squeaked when you pressed yourself against his arm. a blush rose to his cheek as he avoided direct eye contact with you. his eyes focusing on random students who were making their way out of the lecture.

“could you help me with something?” you asked in that perfected singsong tone yours. looking up at him innocently from beneath your lashes you pressed your soft tits against his chest. his adam apple bobbed as he quickly looked you up and down, eyes briefly stopping when he noticed your visible nipple piercings.

afraid his voice would betray him again he frantically nodded. you had him right where you wanted him. you shot him a dimpled smile before leading him out of the lecture hall and towards your dorm. he sucked in a sharp breath when you walked up the stairs in front of him. every step you top hiked up your already short skirt. you weren’t wearing anything underneath so your bald lips were on display.

you lived in a one-room dorm on campus but you never brought your victims over. you preferred to go over to their dorm but this was a dire situation. you needed to be fed. you hurriedly shoved him onto your bed.

“are you sure about this?” he whispered breathlessly. you had him sitting on the edge of your bed with his jeans pooled around his ankles and you were sitting on your knees in front of him.

"uhm" you mumbled half-heartedly. you were focused on stroking his dick. it was on the thinner side but it was pretty long. there was a vein on the underside that you traced while licking his tip.

“oh fuck” he let out a little whimper when you licked him all the way from the base to the tip before taking all of him into your mouth. he gripped your soft silk sheets in his sweaty palms trying to stop himself from bucking into your mouth.  you were grinding against your foot desperate for some stimulation.

the sensation of your tongue piercing on his shaft contrasting against your warm wet tongue almost made him cum. you traced his tip with the ball of your piercing, delighted with the way he shivered. “shit, it’s cold.” he whined.

you bobbed your head looking up at him feeling your wetness pool in between your legs. he was staring at you in awe as you slobbered all over him. your saliva running down his shaft and pooling at his base. your sparkly gloss was smudged all over your cheek.

you alternated between bobbing your head and licking his tip while you massaged his shaft with your hand. letting out an occasional hum when the tip of his dick reached the back of your throat. when you felt his legs tense up you knew he was close. 

“you’re like a fucking pro” he stretched out his hands and tangled his fingers in your mini twists. he pulled your hair back into a ponytail so he could get a better lock at you. “i knew your pretty ass was a -fuck- a slut”

you let out a whimper around his dick answering him. your pussy fluttering at his backhanded compliment. while you didn’t have a gag reflex the repeated action of his tip hitting the back of your throat caused you to tear up. your big lips were even plumper as they swole around his dick. he was getting harder just looking at your messed-up state.

he wasn’t ashamed to let out louder moans, letting you know it wouldn’t be long until he came. you stuck your tongue out while stroking his dick, his hot cum landing on it. his face was flushed with pink and his light eyes dilated as he watched you swallow his cum. you opened your mouth to show him proof, your pink tongue empty. “fuck, you’re so hot”

you felt your womb gleam with contentment but it wasn't enough. he was panting hard as you pushed him back on your baby pink sheets. you lifted your shirt off overhead, his eyes widened with the glimpse of your tattoo but you ignored his reaction, most guys just thought it was an obscene tattoo.

you stripped off your short skirt with haste, you wanted more. you hopped on the bed and straddled him. you balanced on your toes while you rubbed his dick between your lips coating it in your slick. you heard him suck in a breath at the sight of your glistening cunt.

"oh shit," you hissed out as you lowered yourself onto his dick. he closed his eyes, overwhelmed by your warmth. you pulled up his shirt revealing his broad chest. he let out a soft moan as you placed your cool hands on his pecs, steadying yourself.

"you're so cute," you cooed. you grinded against him forcing out his little sobs while stimulating your clit. you loved the way he easily blushed, the way his pale skin turned pink. 

"you're so good to me" he whined out, grabbing at the fleshy part of your hips. he was rolling his hips against yours desperate for more friction.

"yea?" you asked, wanting to hear more of his whiny voice. you lifted yourself up, removing everything but the tip of his dick before slamming back down. 

"yesyesyes" he was bucking up against you frantically, nailing you where you needed it the most. "always saw your pretty ass b-but -ohhh shit- could never talk to you." you angled yourself so he could continuously pound your spongy spots, too caught up to acknowledge his confession. it wasn’t long until he painted your insides white, your pussy clenching in satisfaction. 

you were a sight to see right now. he believed the sites when they said succubus had otherworldly beauty. if he thought you were pretty before you were utterly gorgeous right now. your brown skin was glowing in the dim lights and the way you bounced on his was magical. your tits jumped with every thrust, your eyes were glossed over and your pupils seemed to be heart-shaped. something he hadn’t noticed before.

but your tattoo was glowing. that had to be a telltale sign that you were a succubus. besides the mind-numbing pleasure you were putting him through. he was twitching from overstimulation and you were still bouncing on his dick. your pussy making delicious squelching noises as you bounced on him. 

“you’re so tight” he whined out. your tight hole was squeezing around him and it was so warm and wet. he was surprised he hadn’t slipped out yet. but you knew what you were doing, the way you skillfully rolled your hips providing pleasure to the both of you. you were quickly drawing him to another orgasm.

you bite your swollen lips as you focus on the growing sensation in your lower abdomen. you could tell he was close when you felt him twitch underneath you. “mhm, you close baby?” you called out to him. he nodded, way too lost in pleasure to find his voice as you drew him to another orgasm with you following close behind. your hips stuttered as a wave of pleasure washed over your whole body.

you rode him through both of your orgasms. a puddle of wetness and cum formed around the base of his shaft as proof. his eyes were closed and he breathed heavily, his chest heaving up and down. he looked a mess, there was drool around his mouth, his straight hair touselled and damp with sweat, his skin flushed a deep shade of pink and a thin layer of sweat shined on his face.

you had to forcefully stop yourself from bouncing on him further. you had to leave him with some energy to get home. you looked down at your tattoo watching as it glowed a dim pink while you absorbed his essence. you would be content for a day or two hopefully enough to give you a chance to hook up with your favorite basketball player. but you were far from satisfied.

you let out a deep sigh as you slowly rose off of him. he let out a whimper at the loss of your heat. you hopped off the bed looking for a towel while he remained lying down. 

“you can leave whenever you want,” you said nonchalantly. this is why you hated one-night stands at your dorm, it would get so awkward. you preferred fucking guys at their own dorm so you could disappear while they slept. but you were desperate.

you heard shuffling noises and assumed he was getting ready to go. but it got quiet and you felt a gaze burning against your naked form. you ignored him, continuing to gather items for your shower.

"i'm not done with you" a deep voice called from behind you. your eyes opened in shock as you looked back. he was standing right behind you, towering over you frighteningly. there was a dark look in his eyes as started you down.

“excuse me…” your mouth dried up when you looked down between you two. he was completely naked now and his dick was standing at attention, it was hard and it somehow seemed bigger than before. it was an angry red as pre-cum leak from the tip. you felt yourself grow wetter from his confrontation.

"i've been watching you for a while but you never looked my way. always batting those eyelashes of yours at those stupid frat boys and jocks, huh." he grabbed your jaw forcing you to look up at him. his jaw was clenched tight and he glared down at you. "bet you don't even know my name and we’ve been in the same class for almost a year now." his voice was hoarse as he looked into your eyes.

you meekly nodded. as a succubus who fed off of sexual energy you had to be ashamed for never noticing someone who was soaking in it. his light-coloured eyes were filled with so much emotion that it made your heart swell. a feeling you’ve never experienced with your sexual partners.

“don’t worry though, i’ll take good care of your slutty succubus pussy.” you froze in shock. “make sure you’re well fed.” 

Part 2 right here

Characters I had in mind while writing this:

ARMIN, Eren, Zeke, Jean, Geto, Choso, Megumi, anyone you want really

[missmarveledsblog]

A kind of sex education part 2 (platonic cas x winchesters x reader)

Summary : after the whole porn ordeal , castiel finds tumblr and the world of fanfiction has him asking more curious questions  which the residents of the bunker are not so happy to answer . 

warnings : mentions of smutty fics , cas being the curious baby in a trench coat we love .

After the whole angel porn ordeal , they were more careful with what cas was watching not wanting  history to repeat itself . Like monitoring a toddler on an iPad. Especially given that y/n wouldn't come out of her room for days not wanting to look any of them bar sam in the eyes .  Dean even limited his teasing when it came to the subject . Today he was luckily out while cas was on laptop , Sam and Y/N were looking over some incoming cases seeing which needed to be handled first .

" interesting this is very interesting " the angel spoke making them look over both slightly relieved not see or hear an explicit image on the laptop. 

" I've been on a interesting site that led me to many other over the last couple of days " he  spoke up .

" what was that buddy" she smiled over. Their joy short lived when he uttered the next few sentences out of his mouth .

" tumblr that led me to all these other sites , did you know there is fanfiction of us like the play we seen except it's classed as what they call smut " he looked up at the two .

" why didn't  I go on the supply run ,  why am I here when he finds this shit " she cursed up at the ceiling .

" could be nothing " sam offered a weak smile .

" did you know most popular is Dean x y/n fiction seems as though you are most shipped although there are some of Dean and sam with you too " he mused .

" but I could be wrong" sam winced taking the laptop off of cas completely .

" how do you find these things " he asked looking through the tabs .

" I'm very pop culture savvy now " cas said proudly . 

" what the hell man why are you reading all these " sam groaned wanting burning his eyes out seeing an explicitly  wrong image of Dean and himself (no to wincest) .  " you are actually popular with them Y/n " sam mused .

" that's after  that stupid ghost hunting  website and chuck " she grumbled  wondering where she was going to start her new life.

" hey there's even some with you and cas " he chuckled. 

" Alaska or maybe Australia would be better it further Away " she mused .

" wow these are extremely detailed " sam continued .

" would you call Dean daddy , the stories seem to think you would " cas asked .

" what the hell did I walk into " the man in question walked into the room .

" my resignation  " she mumbled hiding her head in her arms. 

" destiel  is another popular one " sam chuckled. 

" cas found smutty fanfictions " she looked up to see the clueless expression on Dean's face.

" they suggest that Y/n is a sub and you are a Dom " the angel stated.

" wanna see if they're right sweetheart " Dean winked .

" wanna kill me cause I can't be dealing with this" she countered wondering if she could also legally change her name.

" why are they so descriptive on the parts , have they seen them" cas sat looking between the three .

" the way Dean sleeps around they probably seen his " she reasoned.

" they also suggest you like..." .

" do not even finish that one" she growled .

"so many kinks cas did you google all these" sam asked eyes widening at the search history. 

" i was looking at chucks book and comments said to check out the tumblr versions " he said looking confused to what he did wrong. " they forgot to add that birthmark just below your tits " he added matter of factly .

" when did you see her ... what he got to see i didn't" dean turned to Y/n , who honestly rather be stuck with Crowley for eternity than this .

" he walked in while i was getting dressed and it not a birthmark it's a scar from a battle with an old favourite bra "she could feel her cheeks redder than they've been so far . "i'm going to my room to pack for my new life in australia" she stormed out her room .

" she's kidding right?" dean asked looking to the mean .

" you should dom her  and make her stay , they said she responds to good girl" cas explained .

" i wonder if she would let me come with her " sam mused walking out after her.  

another awkward dinner bobby was almost afraid to ask. Although dean was smiling more than the others.

" cas read fanfiction , pornographic fan fiction " dean explained .

" i've also read some theories too, like bobby is Y/N Dad and not her uncle" cas smiled making bobby choke on his water.

"  their theories cas they're not right ... right? " she laughed but stopped when she notice bobby expression or how he would barel look at her.

" i mean it's a possibility " he mused truthfully making her jaw drop

" great more daddy issue not like the place is drowning in them with these two " she pinched the bridge of her nose and point at sam and dean.

" so the theories of dean being her soulmate are true " cas asked.

" probably " dean shrugged winking at her .

" why did i ever come here, sam wanna move to australia with me " she ignored the other three men .

" look me and your mom had a brief thing , your dad well your dad agreed while he..." . 

" australia sound nice " sam agreed cutting bobby short .

" hey stop denying our love even nerds on internet think we'd be hot together"dean spoke up .

" cas from now on stop the curiosity or so help me i will make you eat the computer  " she  groaned learning too much information for the day .

"we need to do dna test " she turned to bobby .

" you can pick me up at 7 " she turned to dean before walking out leaving the men speechless . 

" i got punished" cas pouted .

" i got a kid  kinda " bobby gulped .

" i got a date " dean smirked .

" and i got a rock ... It's a thing on tiktok ... what cass isn't the only pop culture savvy one around here " sam shrugged .

part three

[ganxiously]

So, it turns out what I needed to get out of my writer's block was soul-wrenching grief and heart-crushing disappointment. And while I am happy about that (to an extent), I also wish my muse wasn't angst because I think I am hurting myself writing this fic and I need to now make it everyone else's problem.

Sitting there in the dark, on Eddie’s sofa, curled in on himself like it’s supposed to do anything to hold him together, one thought pops into his head, bright, neon red and in bold among the constant litany of boorish, black ‘This is all my fault’ — All of this is because I didn’t know what a Kinsey six is. The thought is unexpected enough that Buck unfurls a little, wondering where it came from and then he remembers their anniversary date. The memory leaves him breathless but he is curious enough to push past the newly burgeoning hurt and take out his phone. A quick Google reveals it to be the rating for ‘exclusively homosexual’ on the Kinsey scale so he looks that up next and as he’s debating whether to start from Wikipedia first or dive right into the Kinsey Institute website, his eyes land on the conspicuous ‘test online’ button right below the search bar. A part of him doesn’t want to find out, doesn’t want anyone else telling him what he is but the taunt is too much. If you had known, if you had just taken a moment to figure yourself out, maybe you could have said something. Maybe you could have stopped him before he walked away. He clicks on the first test that pops up, looks at the first question, goes to select option 1 and then stops and stares. ‘To whom are you attracted?’ should be an easy question to answer but the confidence to not think much has left him. He could easily choose ‘Both men and women’ but would that even be correct? He’s been so sure that he has felt attraction towards men a few times in the past but what if that was a mild interest at best? After all, no one had really pinged his radar the way Tommy had. He looks at the next question and that’s when the panic really starts to set in because he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know if he prefers men over women or if he just prefers Tommy over women, over everyone else. What if Tommy is the outlier and he prefers women over men after all? The pressure in his chest becomes more and more painful the longer he stares at it so he closes the test and opens the next one on the list. That one starts off mild. The way the first question is framed makes it easy to answer that yes, while he mostly notices women, the occasional man does turn his eyes. The next one asks what he would be comfortable in calling himself and he thinks he could get away with calling himself bisexual but then there’s an option saying ‘could be bisexual but not sure if that’s correct‘. And again the thought hits, What if it’s just Tommy? He debates it briefly and then gives in and chooses the latter option. He breezes through the next couple of questions because he is at least sure that he would find it desirable to kiss people from both genders but then they hit him with the sexual preference question again. He backs out so fast his phone nearly slips out of his hand and with a sigh of frustration, he clicks on the next test. That turns out worse because the very first question stalls him and so it continues again and again and again until tears start prickling at the corner of his eyes and his breath starts coming in sharp, short bursts pulling his throat tight but not taking any air to his lungs. He keeps at it until there’s one more nameless person behind one more useless test clamouring at him, Tell us, tell us, tell us. Tell us you know what you want. He hurls the phone across the room, thankful when instead of landing on the floor, it silently hits the backrest of Eddie’s armchair and slides down into the crease with a swoosh. He should get up and retrieve it, he should go home really but what he does instead is let his head fall forward onto his raised knees and give in to the caricatured voice of his mind telling him, Of course, he thought you would break his heart. Look at yourself, you idiot.

This is basically just the set-up for the fic but rest assured I am dragging Buck down to the trenches before I let him swim up to Tommy again.

[angelsluva]

You should do a cutsie thing about y/n and hamzahs anniversary going on a date and maybe some nsfw 🫶🏼

omg this so adowable 😙, also I was looking at my posts about Hamzah and I just realized it's mostly smut LMFAOO. YOU HORNY MUTHUFUCKAS (I have no problem with that 👅)

nsfw! 18+ | fem reader!

🎀 | It has been a year since the boy who asked you out in the most puppy love-type way. Bringing a bouquet of tulips and a big poster that you checked 'yes' on to be his girlfriend. Now the two of you live together in his small apartment with his cat peter.

You dabbed on some blush at the apple of your cheek as you saw your boyfriend through the mirror as his warm hands wrapped around your waist "How did I get with someone so beautiful?" he kissed your cheek, "Careful Hamzah I'm gonna stain your shirt" you placed the blush powder on the counter of the sink as you shifted your body to his as he sat you on the counter "So your not gonna answer my question?" he huffed as you kissed his soft lips "Maybe cause' your so hot? I don't know?!" you ruffled his hair.

You wore a simple short black dress pairing it with a small white bag, the both of you were now on your way to the restaurant he has reserved a week prior. You both went to a small booth as the place looked like nothing but rich. You looked at shocked “Hamzah this looks so fancy- where did you find this place” you took a sip of the white wine in front of you prepared at the table once you walked in “i dunno’. I searched up ‘expensive, fancy, romantic restaurant on Google and this one popped up!” He replied as he smirked “just get what ever. It’s all on me baby” he set his hand on top of yours as his thumb rubbed on the sparkly diamond on your ring he gave you in the morning.

The two of you chatted as you both ate the most delicious dinner enjoying your self’s company and laughing about memories of you two.

“I remember the first day I moved in with you, there was a big mess.” You teased as he huffed “alright babe. May I remind you that I barely moved in as well and I was so overwhelmed! Not to mention I was raising Peter too.” He spun the wine in his cup as he took the last sip “and you act like it wasn’t a mess in my bedroom when you barely got here…bra on my floor-“ you cut him off by stepping on his shoe “Hamzah! We’re literally in public” you turned as red as the wine you were sipping on as he couldn’t help but bust out laughing. His thoughts grew as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. “what?” You tilted your head as lustful memories filled his mind. The way he’d roam his hand all over you as you squirmed under him, “nothing” he said clearing his throat as the waiter ended his thoughts “here’s the bill” Hamzah placed his card on to the receipt as the waiter took it off with him.

“Thank you so much baby for the dinner, i enjoyed every second of it” you kissed his cheek as he said nothing. Your eyebrows furrowed. “So you’re not gonna tell me what’s on your mind? Was it because I stepped on your shoe. Crybaby?” You said closing the car door “Fuck, I just need you so fucking bad- I don’t know how I contained my self over there.” He exhaled as you smirked “so that’s what it is hm?” Your hands roamed down his chest as you kissed his lips “I have a surprise back at home too” you whispered into his ear that sent a cold shiver down his spine. He sped through the night Toronto streets as you made it to your shared apartment. His lips not even trying to leave yours as you struggled to open the door

“Fuck” he panted licking his lips as he opened the door shutting it behind him as you walked to your bedroom as your hands wrapped around his neck as he removed his black blazer throwing it onto the floor. Your lips parted as he sat at the edge of the bed “wanna show me what’s under this gorgeous dress princess?” He laid his hands around your waist as you turned your back to him “find out” you said moving your hair to the side as he slowly zipped down your dress as the cold air hit your back causing your breath to hitch. His eyes widened at your white lacy lingerie with little bows everywhere. He practically drooled as you spun back around to him as you smiled as he pulled you into him “your so beautiful baby” he grasped “yeah?” You hummed as he nodded his head twirling his fingers around your lacy panties biting his lip.

He unbuttoned his pants leaving him in his boxers as he laid you onto the bed. As you began removing your bra he immediately grabbed your hand stopping you, “I want to fuck you in this pretty set baby- please just leave it on” he whined as you nodded. His hands palmed his hard dick as you opened your legs just wanting him inside you already. He bit his lip as he pulled down his boxers revealing his erected member as pre-cum coated his tip, “fuck Hamzah please!” You begged as a smile creeped onto his lips. He rubbed his tip against your clothes panties as you cursed under your breath. He looked at you as you moved your pantie to the side begging for his dick to be inside you already, he slowly rubbed his member around your aching clit as small whines escaped your lips. He slowly inserted him self into you as you grabbed onto the white sheets of your shared bed “fuck baby, your soaking” he moaned “just fuck me Hamzah” you squirmed around as he held onto your hips as he entered in and out of you. Your hand flew on top of your mouth as skin slapping against each other and small moans and whimpers escaped both of your mouths filled the room.

He leaned down kissing your neck as your hands gripped onto his hair tightly “fuck Hamzah I’m so close!” You moaned into his ear as he nodded “yes baby” he whined as you felt your self at your highest as you panted, his mouth found your chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck before coming all over him “holy shit.” He grunted as he quickly thrusted into you as your body shook from the over stimulation. He pulled out before coming as he pumped his aching member on your lingerie set.

“Looks so much better coated all over my cum” he teased as you chucked “how about a warm bath? Cause I know you can’t stand” he joked as he noticed your shaky legs “sounds good” you kissed his forehead as he laid next to you.

-

I feel like this was so short omg 😣

[swiftjay23]

He Pays Me to Break His Heart

pairing: Idol!Jay x fem!reader

genre! fake dating au, hidden relationship, inspiration for music, tiny angst, she fell first but he fell harder, a lot of confusion.

Summary: Jay needs to feel something again. Anything. So he hires you, an outsider with a sharp tongue and no ties to the industry, to pretend to date him, charm him, and then shatter him. All in the name of art. His next album depends on it. You’re supposed to play the dream girl. Make him fall. Then leave. Loudly. But somewhere between staged photos, 2 a.m. songwriting sessions, and the way he looks at you like you’ve already ruined him, you forget where the performance ends. And Jay? He starts writing songs he was never meant to sing.

Word Count: 2063

You're no good for me,

Baby, you're no good for me,

After moving from Daejeon to Seoul to attend the prestigious University of Seoul, you thought life would be like the dramas, rainy days with umbrella confessions, late-night convenience store ramyeon dates, and maybe even a mysterious boy next door. But instead, it was student loans, sleepless nights, and dragging yourself through lectures with a caffeine dependency that bordered on a medical condition.

The bills stacked high. Your part-time job as a barista at a cozy little café sandwiched between a dusty stationery shop and a twenty-four-hour laundromat was your lifeline. The hours were long, the customers moody, and you could probably make a full-length movie about the number of oat milk orders you botched.

And that’s where he walked in.

Park Jongseong.

At first, he was just another customer. A quiet one, with his hood up and headphones in, scribbling in a leather notebook over iced Americanos. You learned his order before you learned his name. And it wasn’t until a co-worker elbowed you in the ribs and whispered excitedly, "Do you know who that is?" that you found yourself squinting at his face behind the espresso machine, sneaking quick Google searches during slow shifts.

Jay of ENHYPEN. Park Jongseong. Practically royalty in the fourth generation of K-pop.

Which is how you found yourself sitting across from him in a private studio room one Sunday afternoon, blinking dumbly as he said the words.

"Please, please try to understand." Jay pleaded with you. The Park Jongseong, practically king of the 4th gen of K-pop, was pleading with you.

You stared at him like he’d just asked you to stab him in the heart. Because in a way, he had.

“I want you to date me,” he said. “And then... break up with me." You blinked. Once. Twice. Waiting for the punchline. “I’m serious,” he said, voice low, eyes locked on yours. “I need it, for the album. I can’t write love songs without knowing what it’s like to lose it. Not just hypothetically. For real.”

“So you want me to hurt you,” you said slowly. He shook his head. “I want you to teach me how it hurts.” Your stomach flipped. “That’s sick.” “Maybe,” he said. “But it’s honest.”

You looked away, grasping for reason, anything to make this make sense.

“I’ll…” Your mind spun. “I’ll think about it.” He exhaled, like that alone had lifted something from his chest. “Why me?” you asked.

He hesitated, then smiled. Soft. Just a little dangerous, just something that made you heart do summersaults. “Because you’re the only one I trust to do it right. And you don’t have ties to the industry, so no one can twist your silence into scandal.”

It was calculated, sure. But also considerate.

Still, you frowned. “Wouldn’t that be a waste of my time? I’ve got work. Deadlines. Midterms.”

“I’ll pay you,” Jay said quickly. That made you pause. He saw it. “Three dates,” he said. “That’s all I’m asking for. Then we break up. You go your way, I go mine.”

You nodded slowly, reluctantly.

This was going to be a disaster. But you needed the money. And maybe, just maybe, a little part of you was curious.

-0-

But baby, I want you, I want

Your first date was a late-night stroll through Hangang Park. Casual. Controlled. Romantic, in a distant sort of way. You dressed carefully, following every guideline. Not too much skin. Comfortable shoes. Nothing that could make headlines.

Jay picked you up in a black SUV with tinted windows. He was dressed down in a gray hoodie and cap, but even then, his presence felt cinematic. Under the streetlights, he looked like someone ripped from a dream.

You tried not to overstep or overdo it, considering the thick file of contracts and rules Belift had given you.

i) Don't walk stiffly.

ii) Don't talk to loudly.

iii) Smile naturally.

iv) Dress appropriately for the occasion

and on and on it went until rule 50 or so. Gosh, was it a headache going through all that.

Jay came to pick you up, he was dressed casually, and you couldn't help but thing he was extremely handsome. Wait, no, you were only his fake girlfriend.

You weren’t supposed to feel this way.

But you did.

He talked about music. About the pressure. About fame. You talked about school and stress and how your econ professor looked like a villain from a cartoon. You made him laugh.

And the world tilted, just a little.

It was just a job. three dates, a clean break, some cash in hand, and enough time to get back to studying for your midterms and ignoring your love life like usual. That was the plan.

The fans went absolutely crazy. Some loved you, some didn't. But that didn't matter. Considering they were going be talking about something more than just 'how cute the height difference was'.

You and Jay were on a contract relationship. Rule 27: Don't make more than necessary public appearances. Rule 42: Don't show too much PDA. Rule 50: Don't fall in love.

But you were falling, and you knew it. The subtle glances, the lingering looks. You shouldn't have. But you did. And now you were going to face consequences. Maybe it was in the way he said your name like he was tasting it. In the way he remembered you liked your tea with two sugars, not one.

But here you were. After the second date. Sitting on the floor of Jay’s apartment, sharing instant tteokbokki straight from the pot with two mismatched forks, legs stretched out until your knees bumped and neither of you moved away.

“You know,” Jay said, voice low and lazy, “I thought this would feel more fake.”

You tilted your head, watching him. “It doesn’t?”

His eyes met yours, dark, soft, too pretty for your own good. “No. It feels like I’m getting to know someone I’ve already missed.”

You hated how your heart reacted, stupid and fluttery and very much against the rules.

You looked away, focusing on the tteokbokki instead. “You’re really good at this whole fake boyfriend thing.”

Jay chuckled, and it was unfair, how warm it sounded. “What if I’m not faking?”

You didn’t have an answer. Because somewhere between the rooftop date where he held your hand just a second longer than necessary, and that quiet afternoon when he memorized your coffee order like it meant something, something had shifted.

And tonight, he played guitar for you.

It was a quiet kind of magic, the way his fingers moved like he wasn’t even trying, the melody soft and aching. His voice, low and careful, felt like a secret meant just for you.

You didn’t speak until the last note faded. “You’re going to break so many hearts,” you said quietly, too quietly.

He looked at you, something unreadable in his gaze. “What if I only want to break yours?”

You laughed. You had to. “You’re not supposed to say stuff like that." Jay grinned, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re not supposed to believe it.”

But you did. God, you were starting to. You watched him tuck his guitar away, the sleeves of his hoodie pushed up to his elbows. His hair was a little messy, and he smelled like citrus and something a little sweet, like laundry detergent and safety.

You hated how safe he made you feel. “You okay?” he asked, when he noticed you staring. You nodded too fast. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About?” You hesitated. “You.”

Jay blinked. Then, slowly, he smiled. And it was devastating. “You should stop doing that,” you said, flustered. “Doing what?”

“Smiling like that.”

“Why?”

“Because it makes me want to kiss you,” you whispered. Jay didn’t move. Not at first.

But then he leaned in, just barely, just enough for your knees to knock again, just enough that your breath caught. “Then do it,” he said.

And you did. Because he asked like he meant it. Like it wasn’t a job. Like it wasn’t temporary. Like it was real. "I- We-" you said between kisses, what you meant to say was, we shouldn't do this. "Don't worry about the rules," Jay said gruffly, holding you close as if you were to disappear.

"But-" he silenced you.

Your heart clenched. You weren’t supposed to fall. But you were. Slowly. Inexorably. Painfully.

-0-

Never was there ever a girl so pretty,

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

The very day you had dreaded. The day of the third date.It was at a restaurant Jay rented out for privacy. The lighting was soft. The food untouched, and it was finally time. Time to end a fake relationship full of real memories and feelings.

You were supposed to end it. Clean. Scripted. A few tears, maybe. A hug.

But how do you walk away from something that started as a lie and became your only truth?

You stumbled over your lines. Jay noticed.

"I-" You stuttered, tears threatening to fall. Jay looked at you with proud, glassy eyes, "Just do it, get it over with." He assured you. But you couldn't, you loved him, more than anything, more than yourself.

“I don’t want to.” “But you have to. That was the deal.”

“Don’t hold back,” he said. “Make it hurt.” So you did. You were here to break his heart. Just not your own, but you could feel it shattering. You weren’t supposed to mean it. He wasn’t supposed to flinch. Jay smiles like it doesn’t hurt, like he didn’t ask for this. He still looks at you like you killed something real. Maybe you did. Maybe it was both of you.

You two hug, an agreed upon act of truce to show the media. He left first, wiping his eyes, just according to the script, but it feel real.

You were supposed to stay there, stirring your cold coffee, and you did.

The headlines came fast. BREAKUP CONFIRMED. HYBE RELEASES STATEMENT. Jay’s three-date romance over.

You disappeared. Back to coffee shifts and campus life and pretending the scent of citrus didn’t haunt your clothes.

-0-

I'm not gonna listen to what the past says,

I've been waiting up all night,

Says he's gonna teach me just what fast is,

Say it's gonna be alright

His album releases a month later, "Wrap my heart in Band aids" and it was... not what you had expected.

You didn’t plan on listening. But you did.

You thought it was going to be filled with songs talking about breakup and failed love, but it was... you.

The first track was titled with your name. The second, your coffee order. The third, a 42-second guitar instrumental bridge, that mirrored the melody he played in his apartment.

And the final song, the one that broke you, was a confession wrapped in falsetto. It spoke of a girl who never meant to stay, but stayed in his bones. It said he loved her. Not the idea of her. Not the role she played. Her.

You realised you needed him. Needed him back, didn't care what it took or what you had to sacrifice. Through blurry vision, you texted him to meet you at the coffee shop you worked at.

You texted him. The message was short:

Can we talk?

He replied instantly:

Always.

He responded immediately, said he would be there, he always was.

You met him at the café. Same table. Same chipped mug.

You didn’t say much. You didn’t have to. He held your hand. You leaned in. And maybe the world didn’t stop spinning, but for the first time, it spun in the right direction. The next day, Jay went live. He told the world the truth. That he hired you. That it started as a lie. That somewhere along the way, it stopped being one.

He said he fell in love. Some fans raged. Most rejoiced. You didn’t care. Because it was Jay and you. Against everything. As it always should’ve been.

Belift released an official statement.

"Jay and Y/n are close apprentices that are spending time together and working out with themselves. Kindly love and respect them. Thank you. Sincerely.'

The fairytales you mom had told you were real, and you never had a reason to doubt them.

Fin~

Masterlist

[gothic-aesthetic-gal]

Old Scars (Part 20)

Ledger!joker x reader

Fem!reader is kidnapped by the joker and his henchmen while just trying to get a moment's reprieve from her boring, soul-destroying job ✨️

Tw: I mean, we all saw TDK, right? Generally I'd say this is on the same level/rating. Kidnapping, violence, mentions of minor characters (not J) being misogynist/threatening SA, reference to past traumatic injury. NSFW in one or two places but mainly this is narrative/story based first and foremost. In this chapter, discussions of violence. Otherwise a milder one.

Part 20 -

First of all, I needed to find the address of the club we had visited, and to do that, I would need to find somewhere I could access the internet. I threw on the most unassuming clothes I had and separated out some of the money. I would need somewhere to hide the rest of the cash and weapons, which I wasn't about to carry around in broad daylight. There was a drop ceiling in the bathroom. If I climbed on top of the toilet seat I could pop out one of the panels and stash them up there inside of a pillow case. Satisfied with my solution, I popped the tile back into place and set to removing the chair barricading the door.

The sun was desperately trying to break through the clouds again, and for the first time in such a long time, the rain had stopped. It didn't take me long to find an internet café and tuck myself away at the back. I tried searching for the nightclub using what little I could remember of the area, which wasn't a whole lot. I knew it had to be in one of the "less desirable" neighbourhoods, but it wasn't the Narrows. I had to sift through multiple results that came up on google maps, though I doubted they would advertise there. It would require someone tech savvy enough to add the business - and, if they turned a blind eye to mob dealings taking place in their VIP section, then that probably meant they wanted to keep a lower profile on purpose. It was still a fairly new concept to a lot of people, so there was no guarantee you'd find any place you were looking for.

Still, I checked each result that popped up, hoping someone else might have added it. I was about to give up altogether when I remembered the restaurant we had passed to get in through the back doors. I cross-referenced the tags on the map with restaurants nearby and found a couple of results that way.

Finally one of the pages looked familiar. Opening the three images attached to the restaurant listing, I realised I had found it. I hurriedly scribbled down the address. I needed to run some observations and try and get ahold of more information. As ridiculous as it seemed, I also needed to get food, a new toothbrush and paste, and shampoo for my hair.

As I wandered the aisles of the nearest grocery store, I felt like I was in a trance. The mundanity of it felt so jarring now. Ever since the Joker had grabbed me by the hand and plunged me directly into the criminal whirlpool, things had been escalating, spiralling downwards. Now I was circling the drain. I moved along unseen, unimportant, uninteresting. Minding your business was a strategy everyone in the city seemed to have learned; one of the first lessons upon your arrival in Gotham. It was second-nature, and allowed so much to slip by: unseen, unheard, unhindered. It was infuriating, but for now, it would work to my advantage.

Back in my hotel room, I replaced the chair under the door handle and flopped down onto the bed. I would eat and then try to rest despite the riot of thoughts in my head, before going to the club in the evening. Somehow, I managed two more hours before shouting in the hall and the slamming of a door woke me up with a start. The other guests at this particular establishment would often remind me of their presence with loud noises - arguments, playing music, talking on the phone in the hall. The city outside was much the same, with the constant sounds of traffic, the trains, police sirens, and shouts of residents blurred together into one wall of sound. I turned over and buried my head beneath the pillow in exasperation.

Later, when I woke up, head fuzzy from deep sleep I wandered into the bathroom to splash my face with cold water. When I finally made it out onto the street I saw that the uncharacteristically fair weather had held on into twilight. The the sun lit up the sky in a blaze of red, yellow, and purple, the same hues of the fading bruises I'd gained during my fight with Vladislav, my fear toxin trip, and even some from my passionate transgressions with J. As I drifted through the city streets like a ghost, I looked up at the electrical poles, with their tangled web of black wires strung across the sky like spiderwebs. The air hummed with a static energy, and I was so focused on my self-appointed mission that the faceless masses of people faded away around me. It was as if, even for only one moment, the city threw me no obstacles: she embraced me. This must be how the criminals felt. Now that her darker facets were working in my favour, it felt liberating. It was dangerous. I reminded myself not to get complacent...

Perhaps it was the lack of water, which was usually pouring down, driving the residents into the ground during Winter. Instead there was the faintest promise of Spring in the breeze, a gentle reprieve from the bleak greyness of November through March. As I boarded the train, I again found myself gazing longingly up at the brilliant sky. The clouds were ablaze with orange fire. My mind's eye instantly transported me into his arms; the flames dancing in his dark eyes matching the burning in my chest. The yearning was almost too much. I thrust my head into my hands as I sat down. Without him, there was only the monochrome misery of my boring little life in an ugly, desperate place.

I thought again about how we had stood still in the street in my dream, as the panicked crowd flowed around us like water. There we stood, just two of us. Immovable against the current. But then, like a scalpel, the harshness of his words, the detachment with which he spoke them, cut me deeply. How was it that he could be so callous about killing?

This tumultuous state of mind stayed with me all the way to my destination. It wasn't until my unsteady feet found their way into the familiar looking alley at the back of the restaurant and the nightclub, that my determination to find what I had come looking for took over. I had dressed myself in jeans and a t-shirt, a hoodie and a pair of old sneakers. My goal wasn't to get inside the club itself - not tonight. I also had with me a backpack containing a camcorder, a notepad and pen, and in case I fucked things up majorly, the loaded handgun with the safety engaged. The final item I had, though not intentionally, was the pair of sunglasses I had bought in the corner store on the night I'd helped J escape the cops at his apartment. They were in the front pouch of my hoodie and I found them when I stuffed my hands in there, ducking behind one of the many dumpsters. I wondered if I should have just bought the first ticket out of Gotham the morning after I'd made my escape from him... or maybe, even, that i'd stayed, as I fiddled with them to calm my nerves.

I stayed that way for so long that my nose started to sting with the cold as the last traces of the sun vanished. I was about to give up, feeling stupid and out of my depth, when a pair of headlights crawled along the alley and a car followed. I switched on the camera and pointed it at the approaching vehicle, watching intently as three men stepped out. The first two were huge - meatheads who were obviously security detail for the third guy. He was much shorter, with a smug grin and an ill-fitting suit. I zoomed the camera in on the three figures as they stood under the street lamp. The car pulled away into the dark, leaving them there while the short man lit up a fat cigar with a puff of smoke.

"You sure you wanna do that out here boss?"

"Calm your tits, it's a disgusting thing, Brady getting beat half to death out here, but even someone that brazen isn't about to take on the Ibanescu family," he crowed.

I scribbled down the names.

"True but -"

Their Boss stubbed out the cigar on the bricks and stuffed it back into his pocket once he was satisfied it was dead.

"Okay, okay! Are you my grandmother? Jeez!" He waved off the man's concern dismissively.

As they approached the door they paused for a moment. One of the two big men leaned in closely to inspect something.

"Fuuuuck, you can see where that shit went clean through his hand into the door," he thought aloud.

The other two huddled closer to see what he meant.

"His fingers 'ain't never gonna move the same," said the other big man, grimly.

The image of J, his thunderous expression, and the swift motion of him plunging the knife through my attacker's hand replayed in my mind. A slight smile tugged at my lips as I thought about the look of fear on the attacker's face. Men like that were so used to being the ones creating fear in others...

One of the two big men knocked his enormous fist against the door and they waited. Soon, the door was flung open to admit them. I recognised the man who waved them inside as the security man for the nightclub who had let us into the building as well. If this was something he'd done both for J, and this 'Ibanescu' man, then I guessed his loyalty was to the money paid rather than anyone in particular. I noted this observation down.

As the men disappeared inside, I took a risk and darted out from my hiding place, across the alley, just in time to catch the door before it closed all the way. I quickly switched from video to photograph the lock - a simple yale and no deadbolt. It was possible to engage the latch so the door clicked shut but didn't lock. That was good to know. Peering inside and seeing no visible security cameras, I decided to go for it.

I shoved my camera into my backpack and slipped along the familiar hallway, ducking low out of sight near the turn off to the bustling kitchen. As I approached the double doors into the club, I slipped on the sunglasses, just in case I ran into anyone who might recognise me. It was a good call, because the towering figure of the security man suddenly pushed through the doors in front of me.

In a flash of quick thinking, I decided to address him first: if in doubt, play dumb.

"Excuse me? I'm lost. Can you help me?" I asked casually.

"How the fuck did you get in here?" He muttered back in disbelief.

"Oh, i'm sorry. Is the restaurant closed or something?"

"Restaurant?"

"Yeah. The Gooden Dragon?"

"No, no. That's out the front. You can't be in here!" He said angrily.

"Oh? I'm sorry. My eyesight's no good and I don't know the area yet. My bad," I laughed sheepishly, deliberately feeling my way along the wall.

He looked at my shades and my clumsy attempt to locate the exit, and came to the conclusion I was visually impaired, just as I'd hoped.

"You're blind?"

"Legally yeah. Sorry to bother you! I just followed the directions I was given and thought I'd made it. Followed some people in here. Won't do that again!" I said in as jolly a tone as I could muster.

I was too afraid of being found out to feel guilty for such a lie.

"Hey wait. You're not far off at all, let me help you get round the front, I was just coming out here for a smoke break," he offered sheepishly.

I could smell the cheap cigarette he was smoking as he led me back up the alley and to the front of the Chinese restaurant. I couldn't help but think about J, seeing him sat on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table, chain smoking as I sketched his form in black ink. As I caught sight on my reflection in the steamed up window to the Golden Dragon, I wondered what he was doing at this exact moment...

The guy insisted in helping me to place my order inside so I had to keep up my charade a little longer. As we waited I felt compelled to speak.

"Thank you for helping me. What's your name?"

"Amir, how about you?" He answered.

"Jane," I lied, omitting "Doe" and hoping he wouldn't press for a surname, unravelling the threads of my obvious lie.

You know, Jane, you really gotta be more careful round here..." he warned.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, bad things happen in this neighbourhood. You have to be careful."

"Bad things happen all over this city, i'm sure it's not so bad," I dismissed him, wanting to see if he's elaborate.

No. Trust me, like, only last week someone got attacked in that alley."

"Oh no, you mean like a mugging?"

"No, no. Apparently two men attacked him. He was stabbed and beat with a crowbar. Just out of the blue."

I felt a mixture of emotion at this, both a faint feeling oh shame that I had given myself over to such violence, and anger that the guy had been to cowardly to admit to having his ass beat by a woman. At least saying he'd been attacked by two men would keep me out of the picture.

"That's terrible. Who would do something like that? Is the guy okay?" I asked, somehow suppressing my reaction.

"Well, I wouldn't say I knew him too well. John Brady - he's a regular."

"Oh right, but surely you've seen him at the club since?" I prodded carefully.

"Oh yeah, I've seen him. But..." he looked around and leaned in closer to me, lowering his voice, "in all honesty, some of the women have complained about him. I'd hoped he would be too scared to come back, but he's in business with Alexe Ibanescu, so of course he's not."

"Can you not ban him from the club if multiple women have brought it up?" I muttered, unable to keep some of the irritation out of my tone.

"No, you don't get it. The Ibanescus run the local dog fights, and uh, a big prostitution ring, around here. Right now they're buying up property like crazy, trying to become a bigger player. Alexe recently bought the club, he will never ban one of his associates," he explained looking very uncomfortable.

"So you have to let it slide?" I murmured.

"Yes, I don't like it. I try to keep an eye out but what can I do?"

I thought about it silently for a moment.

"Anyways, none of this is relevant to you. I just meant - Look, if someone on the untouchable list like him can get attacked like that, you see why I'm telling you to be careful?" He urged with a sigh.

"I get it, and I appreciate the advice," I nodded as he handed over the bagged up food they put on the counter.

"How are you gonna get back?"

"I'll call a cab," I answered, waving my Nokia burner phone in one hand.

He insisted on waiting with me until it pulled up and I climbed inside. I watched him from behind my blacked out lenses as we pulled away and merged into traffic, sinking down into the back seat in relief as the city lights whirred past and jotting down what Amir had just told me. The pen scored into the paper as I repeatedly circled the names Alexe Ibanescu and John Brady: I had just gained some major leads.

🃏 Author's note: I PROMISE J will be back, and it will be worth the wait Xx

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