#took me five minutes before remembering it was done in the show

[ede917]

My brain comming up with incorrect quotes be like:

[maskedbyghost]

Stalker - part 2

https://www.tumblr.com/maskedbyghost/761077146667139072/stalker <- part 1

NSFW, MDNI

(simon is a bit possessive in this part too, a lot of you're mine exclamations lol, idk if I like this honestly)

"What are you doing here?" You asked, breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t seen him in months, not since the divorce papers were signed, and yet here he is, standing right at your doorstep. The man you once loved, the man you thought you’d never see again.

"Simon?" You managed to whisper, but when you saw a bouquet in his hands, from the same flower shop your stalker frequently visited, it all came to you. Simon was your stalker. Or something like that. You didn't know what to call him anymore.

He took a step closer, but you instinctively backed away, your hands shaking.

“You—” Your voice faltered, and you struggled to find the words. “You’ve been watching me?”

He stepped into the house—the house you once shared, now heavy with memories. "Please, love, let me explain." He closed the door gently behind him, leaning back against it with flowers still in his hands.

You stood there, arms wrapped around yourself, your body stiff with tension. His presence felt suffocating, filling the small space between you, just like the memories of all the times you had waited for him to walk through that same door. But not like this. Never like this.

“Explain?” You scoffed, unable to hide the bitterness in your voice. “How can you explain this, Simon? How do you explain any of this?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off before he could say a word. “You ruined our marriage, Simon! You left me here, alone in this house. You didn’t fight for us! You didn’t fight for me.” Your voice cracked, but you forced yourself to stay steady.

Tears threatened to spill, but you blinked them away, refusing to show weakness now. “And now, after you’ve already broken everything, you come back as my stalker?” You could barely breathe through the rage, your head spinning with disbelief. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Simon?”

Simon stared at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours, before he slowly set the flowers down on the table beside him. Then, he removed the mask from his face, revealing the features you once knew so well—the face you had caressed countless times in the past. Damn it. He was still as handsome as you remembered.

Not now, brain! Focus. His looks couldn’t save him this time, not after everything he had done. Not after all the damage he had caused.

He took a step toward you, but when you instinctively backed away, Simon froze. He let out a heavy sigh and stopped in his tracks. "Please let me explain, and then I promise I will leave you alone."

“You have five minutes,” you said, your voice firm, “and then I want you out.” You turned on your heel and walked toward the living room, Simon following closely behind.

Simon sat down across from you, his expression a mix of desperation and regret. He took a deep breath before he started talking. “I need you to understand something,” he began, his voice steady but strained. “When I left, I was on a dangerous mission, one that I couldn’t discuss with you. I was cut off from communication, and forced into secrecy. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to contact you; it was because I couldn’t.”

He paused, looking down at his hands before meeting your gaze again. “During that mission, someone discovered that I had you. They found out about us and used that information against me. They threatened me, they said that they would kill you, and I had no choice but to stay away. I thought if I kept my distance, they wouldn’t have any way to find your exact location. Instead, I sent a few people here to look after you, and eliminate any possible threat."

Your heart ached as you listened, but you remained silent, letting him continue.

Simon continued, his voice breaking slightly. “I had to deal with those men before I could even think about coming back.”

He swallowed hard, clearly pained. “When you sent the divorce papers, it felt like the final blow. I knew you deserved better—better than the life I was dragging you into. I signed the papers because I thought it was what you wanted. I thought you’d be safer without me.”

Simon’s eyes were filled with sorrow. “I should have fought harder, but I was afraid of making things worse for you. I thought you didn’t want to see me, so I stayed away, even when it was killin' me inside. I started keepin' an eye on you from a distance, trying to make sure you were okay.”

He leaned forward, his eyes pleading. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I know I’ve caused you so much pain. But I swear, I never meant for any of this to happen. I’m here now because I need to fix this, to make sure you’re safe and that you know the truth.”

The emotions poured inside you—betrayal, fear, love, and a desperate need to understand how everything had spiraled so out of control.

"Why now?" You asked, voice surprisingly calm. "Why didn't you show up earlier?"

“I got tired of dealing with the guys who tried to hit on you,” Simon said, his voice tinged with frustration.

You were left even more confused than before. You knew he could be jealous, but you hadn’t realized how far his possessiveness could reach. “I went on a date, you know?” you said, trying to prove some point at the moment, like he couldn't keep all of the suitors away.

“I know,” Simon growled, his voice tight with frustration. “Your friends were sneaky about setting you up with that fucker, I’ll give them that. I had to sit there for three hours, watching you smile at him, before I could do anythin'.”

"Should I even ask?"

"No." Simple as that. "Fuck, I know my wife is fuckin' perfect, but dealin' with all of them was more exhausting than I ever imagined.” I small smile appeared on his face, and you didn't know what to say. This was all messed up.

Simon slowly approached where you sat and lowered himself to his knees. He took your hands in his, pressing his lips to each knuckle. When his gaze settled on your ring finger, it was empty of course, you had removed the ring the moment he signed the divorce papers. He lingered there, his expression full of regret.

As Simon stared at your bare ring finger, the weight of his actions seemed to hit him all at once. His shoulders slumped, and he looked up at you with eyes full of sorrow.

“Seein' you without the ring,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “it’s like a reminder of everythin' I’ve lost. I didn’t realize how much I’d hurt you until now.”

Simon's grip on your hands tightened, his fingers gently tracing the veins on your wrists. “I'm beggin' you, love,” he pleaded, his eyes searching your face. “Please give me another chance. Let me prove to you that I can be the man you deserve.”

"Simon....I don't know."

"You're mine," he hissed, "You belong to me."

His grip tightened as he pulled you even closer, his body pressed against yours. "And I'm not lettin' go of what belongs to me," he growled in your ear.

Simon could see the mixture of emotions playing out on your face. His grip on your arms loosened, but his eyes remained intense, staring deeply into yours.

"I know I've hurt you," he continued when you didn't say anything, his voice a mixture of frustration and pleading. "I know I've made a mess of things. But I've never stopped loving you, not for a single moment."

“Simon, I understand that you’re trying to explain yourself, and I can see that you’re hurting, but your actions have caused a lot of pain, I don't know if I can trust you anymore." You said as the tears filled your eyes.

"I know," he said, his voice wavering. "And I don't expect you to trust me right away. I hurt you, and I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you give me the chance."

He gently wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, his touch soft and tender. "Please, love," his own eyes welling up, "just give me a chance to prove it to you."

You sighed as Simon moved closer, placing a tender kiss on your cheek. When you didn’t pull away, he continued with gentle kisses down your neck, each kiss light. His lips traveled slowly up to your own, pausing just before they made contact. He lingered there, his breath mingling with yours, as he gazed intently into your eyes, his lips hovering near yours as if waiting for permission.

Your breath hitched as he paused, his lips hovering a hair's breadth away from yours. His eyes were filled with a mix of tenderness and raw desire. He waited for a moment, the anticipation hanging in the air. Then, finally, he closed the distance, his lips claiming yours in a kiss that was equal parts gentle and desperate.

But the kiss lasted for a moment only, he pulled back, and leaned his forehead on yours, before whispering "You are mine."

You trembled slightly as he tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling gently in that familiar way he used to do. With his lips brushing against yours, he whispered, “No matter what, you will always be my girl, fucking mine. No one can take you away from me, and I'll grovel at your feet for eternity if it means you’d forgive me.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers in your hair, his breath on your lips, and his words leaving you overwhelmed.

"Simon..." you breathed, feeling the mix of emotions swirling inside you. "It's not that simple. You hurt me. You broke my trust."

His grip tightened in your hair, pulling your head back slightly, and his lips pressed against the exposed flesh of your throat. He nipped at your skin, his breath hot on your skin.

“I know,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion as he nuzzled against your neck. “I can’t undo what I’ve done or make up for the pain I caused, but I want you to know that I’m committed to doing whatever it takes to rebuild your trust. I’m willing to wait, to earn your forgiveness, and to prove that I’ve changed. Just please, don’t shut me out completely. I need a chance to make things right.”

Your heart ached at his words, the pain and the love battling within you. The familiar feeling of his body pressed against yours added another layer of confusion to your conflicting emotions.

You reached up and gently ran a hand through his hair, feeling the soft strands between your fingers. A shiver ran down your spine as his breath tickled your skin, a small part of you surrendering to this need for him.

The feel of your hand in his hair and your body close to his sent a shot of desire through his body. He groaned deeply, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you even closer, his body molding to yours.

His lips moved up your neck, his tongue tracing a fiery path up to your ear. "I need you," he whispered, voice thick with need. "I need to touch you, to feel you, to know that you're still mine."

"You know where the bedroom is."

Simon smiled as he got up with you in his arms, he wasted no time in carrying you to the bedroom, his strong arms holding you effortlessly. The air in the room was thick with a complex mix of emotions. On one side, there was the unresolved tension of past hurt and betrayal. On the other, there was a delicate, hopeful sense that maybe, just maybe, you could find a way to reconnect and rebuild what you once had together.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Cover Up

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: implied smut

Summary: You hooked up with someone expecting to keep him as a one-and-done. You didn't expect him to show up at your college.

Square Filled: "You are one fine specimen, and I'm not saying that because I'm drunk.” for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Shit. Shit. Shit. You’re so late. You can’t be late for your first day of college. You had a bit too much to drink last night which caused you to sleep in longer than you wanted to. You’re so late that you didn’t have time to do your makeup. Eh, you can do it when you get to school. The drive is only thirty minutes but with morning traffic, it takes forty-five.

Meet me in the bathroom by the cafeteria! Emergency! You send to your best friend.

You rush from your car all the way to the bathroom before anyone else has a chance to see how messed up you look. You have everything you need in your backpack to fix your look, and you almost cringe at yourself when you look in the mirror.

���Man, I need to stop drinking,” you shake your head.

You take out your brush and comb your hair when Madison walks in.

“Y/N?”

“Over here.”

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“I woke up late. I didn’t have time to do my makeup. I need to use yours.”

“You texted me this is an emergency. I blew off Jason just to come here.”

“Mads, this is an emergency. Look at me. I can’t go to class looking like this. I still have pimples on my face. Can I use your makeup or not?”

“Of course.” She sets her backpack on the counter and takes out the massive bag containing everything she needs for a full face of makeup. It’s a damn good thing you’re the exact shade as her. “Why’d you wake up late?”

“I was out late last night.”

“And?”

“Why does there have to be an and?”

“Bitch, I know you.”

“I had too much to drink,” you sigh.

“There it is,” she laughs. “Who’d you do?”

“Why does there have to be a guy?” you chuckle and look at her. She raises an eyebrow as if you could actually fool her. “Okay, I don’t know his name. I was too busy making out with him to ask.”

“Do tell,” she smirks. You grab an elastic and put your hair up to have it out of the way while you do your makeup. She gasps when she sees the dark purple marks on your neck. “What the fuck are those?”

“So, they’re noticeable?”

“Noticeable? It looks like he was trying to suck your blood. God damn.”

“Mads, when I tell you this man was so fine, I mean it. I thought he was shy and awkward because he had that look about him, but he was the complete opposite. He took me to the back where the bathrooms were and had his way with me. God, he was so big,” you gasp.

“Tell me you got his number.”

“His friends came and got him before we could say anything. I don’t even know his name. I had to go home and put my vibrator to good use even after the orgasms he gave me.”

“Okay, new mission in life, find that man. It’s been a while since you let someone ruffle your feathers.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle.

You grab what you need and cover your marks as much as you can. They’re so dark that the foundation can’t cover it completely, but with your hair down, it’s manageable. Once you feel like you can walk out in public, you hand everything back to her.

“Okay, we’re good to go. Thank you.”

“Anytime,” she winks.

You take one look at yourself and remember what it was like to have his hands on your body.

You’ve never done this with a stranger before. Sure, you’ve had public sex before but nothing like this. None of your flings had this much passion. You’ve only met this man not even an hour ago and his tongue is down your throat.

There is a family bathroom next to the men’s and women’s restrooms, so he shoves you into that one and locks the door behind him. He grabs your hips and lifts you so that you can wrap your legs around his slender waist. He shoves his hand between your legs as his lips trail down your neck.

“You are one fine specimen, and I'm not saying that because I'm drunk,” you moan.

All you can focus on is the way his fingers are rubbing on your clothed clit and how his lips are sucking on your neck.

“Y/N!” You snap out of your trance and look at her. “We’re going to be late. Come on.”

“Right.”

You two leave the bathroom and head in the direction of your first class, Criminal Justice 101.

“Tell me what he looks like. It’ll help me try to find him.”

“Curly brown hair, brown eyes, very tall, slim build, and he was wearing a sweater vest. Not what you’d think he’d be like. He knew what he was doing, that’s for sure,” you chuckle. “I don’t know anything about him.”

“You just know what his tongue and cock feels like.”

“Madison!” You look away once and run into someone who is reading a book. “Watch where you’re going.”

“That is no way to speak to a professor, young lady.”

You look back and see the Dean of the school escorting one of the new professors. You lock eyes with the new professor with wide eyes. He’s the man you fucked last night. He recognizes you but doesn’t say anything about it. Madison can guess what happened based on how you’re looking at him.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“No, it was my fault,” he chuckles.

“Come, Dr. Reid. I’ll show you to Criminal Justice 101.”

“Wait, you’re teaching that class?” you ask, stopping the two men from leaving.

“Yeah.”

Madison grabs your shoulders and grins at Dr. Reid.

“Lucky for us, we’re your students.”

“Can’t wait,” he chuckles.

The Dean leaves expecting Dr. Reid to follow but the young doctor leans closer to you so you’re the only one who hears him.

“It’s a shame you covered them up. I’ll just have to make more.”

Your mouth drops open as he jogs to catch up with the Dean. You’re totally fucked. It’ll make class more interesting though.

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     It wasn’t uncommon for Y/n to be in Chan’s studio with the three producers. She was always there. Whether it was one, two, or all three of them, her boyfriends were busy, so spending time in the studio was normal in the relationship. 

     Y/n enjoyed it. She kept quiet while they were in work mode. But they were known to get distracted easily— Y/n had figured that out very early in their relationship.

     It was one of those times they did lose focus on their work and we’re just goofing off. Laughing as Jisung had laid himself on Y/n while Changbin and Chan looked at memes through stays accounts, showing the two latter, just until a knock on the door. Then the three straightened up and went back to professional mode. 

     Chan got to the door as Changbin and Jisung tried looking busy. Not that they needed to. 

     “Hi, Channie!” Y/n’s head whipped around hearing the unfamiliar voice. It wasn’t any of the guys or staff members. She was confused when an unknown girl walked in and greeted the other two producers— hugging them.

     That wasn’t what set Y/n off. It was the far too friendly personality and the whore type outfit. Not that there was anything wrong with dressing like that, but the tight, short skirt with a low-cut shirt just set off some warning signs in Y/n’s mind. 

     “I don’t think we’ve met,” the mystery girl said, turning to Y/n, “I’m Sana!” the girl waved

     “I’m Y/n. How do you know the boys?” Y/n asked as ‘Sana’ sat next to her on the couch

     “Old friend,” Chan said, settling back in his chair 

     “Just friends?” Sana giggled

     Y/n glanced at her boyfriends, pleading for them to get this girl out but none of them seemed to notice. Much rather took to catching up with the girl, almost ignoring her. 

     Y/n leaned back on the couch and took an interest in her phone after none of them tried including her in the conversation. She could barely stand five minutes of the conversation before she grabbed her bag and slipped out of the studio. Astonished no one said anything when she walked out. 

     Walking down the halls of the building, Y/n found her way to the dance practice room the dancer team was occupying. Having caught them in a break when she walked in. 

     “Can I hide here?” she asked 

     “Sure,” Lee Know shrugged, making no further questions as to what his producer team’s girlfriend was doing there.

     “You okay?” Felix asked as she sat down on the couch

     “Fine,” Y/n mumbled 

     “You look like you’re about to cry,” the oldest pointed out as the Aussie sat with her and wrapped his arms around her

     “The boys got a visitor and I was pretty much ignored. I couldn’t stand the girl's voice anymore so I left,” Y/n explained as she leaned against Felix

     “Girl?” Hyunjin asked from his spot, lying on the floor 

     “Yeah. Said her name was Sana. Overly friendly which made me a bit uncomfortable.”

     “Wait, wasn’t that their old friend with benefits?” Hyunjin asked, sitting up. 

     “That’s her?!” Y/n asked 

     She knew her partners had had an FWB before her. She just never knew who it was and they had assured her things had ended with her well before Y/n came into their lives.

     “I thought they were done with her?” Felix asked 

     “They are. I very clearly remember things not working out between them and the guys ending it,” Hyunjin said

     “How do you know that?” Lee Know asked 

     “I share a dorm with them. I’m traumatized by those three’s sex life,” Hyunjin said, staring at Y/n, “You most of all.”

     “Sorry,” she shrugged, “It’s good dick”

     “Ew,” Hyunjin said

     “You act like we all haven’t seen each other’s dicks at some point,” Felix pointed out

     “Yeah. Especially in that dorm,” Hyunjin sighed 

     “Wait, so why is she here?” Lee Know asked

     “Don’t know. Seemed like they were catching up when I left. She was dressed like a skank though. I’m guessing she wants to try and fuck them again,” Y/n said

     “They wouldn’t do that to you,” Felix reassured her

     “Yeah. They’re far too in love to cheat. You should hear them when you leave the dorms,” Hyunjin added

     “I know that but it still irks me that they just bluntly ignored me the second she walked in the door.”

     “You want us to take you home?” Lee Know offered

     “No. I don’t want you guys to stop working for me.”

     “We just finished up before you got here. Just catching our breath before we headed back to the dorms,” Felix said

     “If it’s not too much of a hassle.” Y/n agreed 

     The three nodded and packed up their things before walking out with Y/n to the car. Lee Know followed Y/n’s directions to her apartment. Pulling up not long. Y/n thanked them for the ride and headed to her unit. The boys told her to text them if she needed anything before she headed off.

     Barely getting in the door when her phone rang. 

     ‘Channie💞’

     Y/n answered the call as she stepped inside her apartment. “Hi.”

     “Where’d you go, pretty girl?” Chan questioned 

     “Home.” Y/n bluntly told him as she slipped her shoes off and hung her purse up. 

     “Thought you were coming back to the dorms with us tonight?” Chan sounded generally confused and she could hear the other two in the background asking what she said

     “Seemed busy with Sana. So I bugged Danceracha and then they brought me home,” Y/n explained 

     “Oh fuck,” she heard Jisung exclaim. Obviously, she was on speaker now

     “Are you jealous babe?” Chan asked, a hint of teasing in his voice 

     “No. I am not jealous, Christopher. Why would I be jealous of my three boyfriends bluntly ignoring me when a random girl I’ve never met walked in looking like she wanted to fuck you guys again.”

     “Again?” Changbin’s voice came

     “Hyunjin let it slip she was the friend with benefits you guys had before me.”

     “And we ended things. We agreed to be cordial with each other,” Chan said

     “Does she know that?” 

     “Yes,” All three said

     “So, cordial is showing up at your studio in the shortest, lowest cut things she can find then ignoring your girlfriends’ presence? Between the three of you, at least one should have noticed me being ignored or walking out of the studio.”

     “We didn’t mean to ignore you, baby,” Changbin said

     “We kicked her out as soon as she mentioned she wanted to try again and called you,” Jisung added

     “Good.” 

     “I think she’s jealous,” Jisung said

     “I think I can still hear you, Jisung.”

     “Babe, how about we pick up dinner and come over to yours? To make it up to you,” Chan bargained

     “Better get here soon then,” Y/n told them before they ended the call with some ‘I love you’s.

     Y/n took a quick shower while she waited for the three to come over with dinner and cleaned up her apartment a bit. Walking back into the living room just as the front door opened. The boys obviously used their key to get in. 

     Y/n watched them walk in with the food and bouquets. “Flowers?” Y/n asked 

     “Part of our apology,” Chan said as he handed her his bouquet and pecked her lips. Followed by Changbin and Jisung doing the same. 

     Y/n bit back a smile, curious to see how far they would go in their apology. She set the bouquets down and grabbed a couple of vases from her cabinet. Or tried too; Jisung had moved to grab them for her and helped her fill them up with water and put the flowers in them while Chan and Changbins prepped the floor of her living room and turned on her TV. 

     Y/n and Jisung joined them as Changbin turned on one of her favorite movies and Chan opened up the take-out boxes. All four dug in as the movie started. The rappers took turns feeding their girlfriend, barely letting her pick up a utensil to feed herself. 

     The boys cleaned up the living room before sitting back with her. Changbin pulled her into his lap as Jisung pulled her legs over his and Chan’s lap. Y/n rested her head against Changbin's chest, making him lean down and kiss the top of her head. 

     Y/n tilted her head back to look up at him. Changbin smiled and gently pressed his lips onto hers. Y/n returned his kiss as Jisung massaged the top of her thighs. Y/n smiled against Changbin's lips and grabbed onto one of his biceps as he deepened the kiss. Y/n moaned into his mouth as she felt someone’s hands pushing her shirt up, exposing her skin to them. Felt a pair of lips on her stomach. Y/n pulled away from Changbin just for him to keep kissing her face as she caught Jisung slowly kissing her stomach as Chan was smiling at them.

     “Gonna let us take care of you tonight, princess?” Chan asked

     “Mhm.” Y/n nodded

     Changbin moved her up onto the couch as Chan took a seat next to her, pulling her to his lips. Y/n moaned against his plump lips as Jisung got between her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs over the loungewear. Changbin sat on the other side of her and kissed her neck. Chan grabbed the back of her head and tilted it back to give the Changbin more room.

     “Off,” Y/n mumbled against Chan’s lips

     “What do you want off, princess?” Chan asked

     “Pants.”

     Jisung took the command and pulled off the fabric along with her underwear. His warm lips came in contact with her skin, making her arch away from the sofa. One of Changbin’s hands grabbed one of her thighs and spread her open more as Jisung kissed his way up to her thighs. Planting a kiss on her clit and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch. Y/n moaned into Chan’s mouth again as Jisung dove into her pussy, eating her like a starved man and Changbin sucked and bit on her neck.

     Y/n grabbed onto Chan’s thigh and Changbin’s arm to ground herself against Jisung’s tongue. The muscle slid up and down between her folds before his lips wrapped around her clit. All her noises were swallowed by Chan while he slipped his tongue into her mouth. 

     Y/n tangled her tongue with his as his hand crept up her shirt. His hand found its home on her breasts. Gently squeezing the mound as he pulled away to let her catch her breath. 

     Changbin took the moment to pull her back to his lips. Switching places with the oldest as the former attached his lips to her neck. Marking the other side of her next as Jisung slipped two fingers into her. Y/n tightened her grip on the other two as his fingers made scissoring motions inside her. 

     “Hannie making you feel good, pretty?” Changbin muttered against her lips

     “Mhm,” Y/n moaned

     “Gonna cum for us, princess?” Chan asked 

     “Mhm.”

     Jisung smiled as he sucked harder on her clit while her grip on the other two tightened. Her hips rocked against him as best she could as the knot that had been building inside her stomach snapped. Coating the youngest’s fingers. 

     Changbins and Chan muttered more praise against her skin as Jisung lapped up her essence. Pulling his fingers out of her and cleaning her out with his tongue before pulling away from her. 

     “Move over,” Changbin told Jisung as he moved to take his place 

     “Who said you were fucking her first?” Jisung argued

     “You got to eat her out,” Changbin pointed out

     “Yeah. Let me enjoy the fruits of my labor.” 

     Chan took the chance while the other two argued and pulled Y/n onto his lap. Moving her to straddle him. “Hi, princess.”

     “Hi Channie,” Y/n smiled as he pushed his shorts down, pulling his cock out of the matter 

     “We're sorry about earlier. You're our only one, you know that right?” Chan gently kissed her neck as he ran the tip of his cock through her folds

     “I know,” Y/n moaned. 

     “We told her not to talk to us anymore. We're all yours,” Chan slowly sank himself into her. Holding her ass tightly, using his grip to move her along his cock 

     Y/n leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him. Planting kisses along his neck. 

     “Hey!” the other two producers yelled when they noticed their leader taking the spot they’d been arguing about

     “Gonna have to wait now,” Chan chuckled

     Y/n smiled against his skin. Bringing one of her hands down to pull his shirt collar down a bit. Her lips attached to his collarbone and gently sucked on the skin. Leaving behind a trail of hickeys on his skin. 

     Chan moaned into her ear as his hips started fucking up into her. Y/n grabbed onto the back of her sofa with her free hand.

     “Fuck,” Y/n moaned into his skin as his tip hit her G-spot

     “Gonna fill you up princess,” Chan groaned 

     “Please,” Y/n begged

     “No begging tonight princess,” Chan said

     Y/n nodded as she gripped the back of the sofa as Chan’s grip on her ass tightened just before you pulled her down. Burying his cock inside of her, grinding her against him while his cum painted her walls white with his load. Y/n clenched around him, milking him till her orgasm hit her as he finished filling her up. Chan kept her against him for a bit longer as she rode out her high, her hips bucking against his slowly.

     “Good girl.” Chan kissed her cheek as she slowly sat back.

     Chan helped her off his cock before Han swooped in and pulled her over to his lap. Immediately pulling her in for a kiss. Y/n wrapped her arms around him as he pulled her as close as he could to her. Grinding her against the bulge in his sweatpants 

     “Ji,” Y/n whined against his lips

     “I know, pretty girl. Just need to get my kisses in,” he groaned as he reached down and slipped his dick out of its confines.

     Jisung helped her hover over him and then sit down on him as his lips from hers to her neck. Adding his own set of hickeys to the collection on her neck. 

     Y/n clenched around him, still feeling the sensitivity from her round with Chan. Walls pulsing around him as he slowly ground her hips against him. Moaning into her neck before he started bouncing her r along his length. Y/n wrapped her arms around his head before he lifted his head from her neck and brought his lips back onto hers. 

     Y/n played with his hair. Both of them moaning into the other's mouth. Jisung gripped her ass tighter as she clenched tighter around him. Pulling away from her lips and burying her face in the crook of his neck as he picked up his pace. Sliding down the sofa a bit and thrusting up into her.

     “Ji,” Y/n whined into his neck

     “Our babies sensitive pussy gonna cum again?” Jisung asked

     “Mhm.”

     “Give it to me pretty. Need you to cum on my cock.”

     Y/n clenched varound him tighter as she busied her mouth by sucking marks onto his skin like she had done with Chan. Trying to distract herself from the quick tightening knot in the pit of her stomach. Biting down a bit harder on her boyfriends neck as it finally snapped. Jisung let out a higher pitched moan as she bit down on his skin while his pace stuttered. Burying himself inside her as his cum joined Chan’s inside her. Mixing together with hers as he held her close.

     Y/n let go of her boyfriend as she came down from her high with him. Resting against him for a moment before she sat back. Jisung helped her off his dick as Changbin scooped her up from his lap. Turning her to face him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

     “Show off,” Jisung sighed from the couch

     “Start working out like you said you would then,” Changbin told him as he reached under her, angling his tip at her entrance. Slowly pushing in and spreading her open more. Y/n moaned as her hold around his shoulders tightened.

     “Only girl that can take me so good,” Changbin moaned, pulling her hips back and then pushing her back down on his cock

     Y/n hid her face in his neck while he snapped his hips forward to meet her ass. Mumbling praises in her ear as her lips found his neck. Marking up his neck, claiming all three of her boyfriends. Knowing all their hickeys would get covered with makeup but that didn’t matter to her right now. All that mattered was the fuzzy feeling in her brain.

     “Close binnie,” Y/n breathed out against her neck

     “‘S okay bunny,” Changbin told her, “Let go for binnie.”

     Y/n moaned against his neck and gripped the back of his shirt tighter. Hands moving her faster down his cock as she tightened around him. His thick cock hitting more spots inside her till she came on hi. Coating his dick in her’s and the other two boys cum. Legs shaking around him as he kept moving. Hitting his orgasm as she finally came down from her high. Going limp against him as he pushed all the way inside of her. His seed joining th ecum mixture inside of her. 

     His arms moved up around waist to hold her against him so she didn’t fall back. Even keeping her against him once he came down.

     “Bunny,” Changbin called to her 

     “Sleepy,” Y/n mumbled

     “I got a bath ready for her,” Chan’s voice came from the hallway

     “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Changbin said and walked down the hall with her. Helping her get cleaned up. Jisung and Chan fixing up the living room.

     Jisung brought her a change of clothes and a cup of water and Changbin helped her change before heading back to join the other two in her living room.

     “How you feeling princess?” Chan asked her

     “Tired,” Y/n sighed

     “Still jealous?” Jisung asked

     “No. I know you guys wouldn’t fuck anyone else the way you fuck me,” Y/n giggled

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♡︎ part5. front-row tickets to the show

・❥・pairing: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

・❥・ summary: you’ve got in a huge fight with Vi about last night, there are two options now. either you lose her forever or make things right

・❥・ genre: smut + grumpy x sunshine

・❥・ word count: 2.6k

✎ warnings: 18+, SMUT, dom!vi, swearing, teasing, verbal fight, drug use (weed)

MINORS DNI!

RIDE ON ME masterlist

thank God it's Saturday, so you’re not missing any classes because of your hangover. it felt like your head was going to split open the moment you opened your eyes. it took you nearly an hour after waking up to finally lift your body out of bed. what drove you was an overwhelming thirst, but even if water had run out in the entire world, you still wouldn’t have gone to the kitchen after last night. drinking straight from the tap it is, then.

the terrible metallic taste of the water made you grimace, but it was such a relief to finally quench your thirst. you grabbed some ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet, praying that it would save you from this headache.

finding your phone, you were surprised to see 15 text messages from your classmates. they had created a group chat called "rum and cola," how very funny. just the thought of alcohol made you nearly gag right there on the floor. you texted them back, saying you were fine and that you'd fill them in on Monday. "what will I even say?"

after that, you fell asleep again, waking up to the delicious smell of chicken later in the evening. that aroma pulled you to the door, where you stood listening. it seemed like someone was cooking in the kitchen. you dragged yourself to the shower, freshened up, and finally took off that damn dress, replacing it with some home shorts and a T-shirt. for at least ten minutes, you hesitated by the door, thinking of what to say to Vi. it reminded you of the day you two first met, how you stood at the door rehearsing a line. that memory made you smile, and you felt a warmth inside - probably the only normal evening you’d had since living here.

“okay, just stay calm,” - you muttered to yourself as you opened the door, and the mouthwatering smell of chicken hit you, making you close your eyes and savor it.

“after a rough night, you should get plenty of sleep and a good meal. you’ve already done the first, so now sit on the couch, dinner will be ready in five minutes,” - Vi said in a calm voice, but there was a slight tension in her body.

you looked at her with nervous eyes - "we need to talk, but how?" - and you quietly made your way to the couch, sitting on the edge, hands on your knees, rubbing them together from the anxiety.

“thanks for making me dinner,” - you said sincerely, forcing a smile, hoping she’d look at you.

“I'm cooking for myself, but I can't let you die of a hangover,” - she replied in that same cold tone, not even looking at you, as if you were talking to her back.

"no, not now, I can't just pretend nothing happened," - you thought, feeling tears prick at your eyes. "we have to talk, something happened between us, and I have so many emotions, I feel like I'm going to burst."

“Vi, thank you,” - you said, your voice trembling a bit.

“you already thanked me for dinner, remember?” - she said, still not turning to you as she continued cooking the chicken.

“no, I mean... thank you for taking me home last night. sorry about that stupid joke on the phone. and thank you for...” - you paused, your eyes shifting to her pink hair as you stared at the back of her head. “thank you for not taking advantage of me last night. I wasn’t myself,” you blurted out in a single breath.

Vi's muscular shoulders tensed slightly at your words, and she raised her head, staring at the wall in the kitchen for a few seconds before lowering it again and resuming her cooking. that reaction only upset you more, turning your tears into anger. you jumped to your feet, shouting across the kitchen, - “why won't you look at me?! we almost… at least talk to me! I'm already ashamed of my behavior, and you're not helping!”

when Vi finally turned to you, her face was filled with a level of anger you’d never seen before. “are you fucking kidding me? who do you think you are?” - she growled, stepping toward you until she was just an arm's length away. your face twisted in shock. “you said Kate was bad, but at least she doesn’t pretend to be some good girl who goes to class during the day and then gets so drunk at night that she doesn’t know who she's spreading her legs for," - she spat, her face flushed with rage.

“what? why are you so angry with me?” - you asked, wiping away your tears.

“because you've been here for three days, and you're already causing more problems than if you'd lived here for a year. you invade my life, eavesdrop when I'm having sex, tease me, get wasted, then beg to be fucked, rubbing up against me like I'm some toy for you to play with, and then the next morning you say I could have taken advantage of you?” - Vi was barely holding back from exploding in fury.

“but I just wanted to thank you,” - you stammered in confusion.

“I’d like to see how your classmate you were grinding on will be able to stop himself next time when you're lying there in front of him with wet panties, moaning about how badly you want to be fucked,” - her words were like knives, cutting deep. you couldn't hold back your tears anymore, they streamed down your face as you looked at Vi in stunned disbelief.

she just lowered her head for a few seconds, then threw the towel she had been holding at you and turned to leave, saying, “finish cooking yourself. I see you've got your energy back. enjoy your meal.”

at night, you couldn't sleep. her words still hurt you. yes, you acted strangely, you crossed a line. you turned to the window, looking at the stars - "maybe I should find another place to stay?". you sat on the bed, tucking your knees under yourself, lowering your head onto them, and holding it with your hands. “no, I have to fix this, she helped me.”

with these words, you headed straight to Vi's room - no more rehearsals or games, you had to say what was on your mind. it was quiet in her room, it was late, and she might be sleeping. “Vi, are you awake?” - you asked softly, and after a moment, you heard a moving in the room. “I know you hear me. can I come in?” - you asked carefully.

“come in,” - Vi's voice came from behind the door. you opened the door and stepped into her room. you noticed a punching bag, an unmade bed, posters of bands you had never heard of, clothes scattered on the floor, and an open window with an ashtray on the sill containing a lit joint. you walked over to her, Vi was sitting on the bed, so you sat down next to her.

“can I?” - you asked, gesturing to the joint.

“help yourself,” - she said. you took a drag from the joint and placed it back. the thick smoke instantly filled your mind, making you feel a bit lighter.

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I know you wouldn't have done anything that I would've regretted in the morning. It's just that I feel an intense pull toward you,” - you said, looking her in the eyes. “I've never felt like this before, I think I just don't know how to act around you,” - you exhaled.

Vi continued to look you straight in the eyes.

you went on, - “I'm sorry for acting yesterday like you were just some toy that didn't mean anything. please understand, we haven't spent much time together, but I think about you constantly - I wake up with thoughts of you, and I fall asleep with them. I hope you're not mad at me.” - you took a deep breath before saying, - “In the morning, I'll start looking for another place to stay, and I'll try to move out by the end of next week.” Vi just stared at you attentively, not saying a word.

“thank you for listening. I'm sorry if I disturbed you,” - you said as you were about to get up and leave, but Vi grabbed your hand and pulled you toward her.

your lips met, and for a moment, you sat there with your eyes open, not quite understanding what was happening, until you finally surrendered to her soft lips. the kiss was so gentle that you almost melted, and then she reluctantly pulled away. Vi looked into your eyes, gently caressing your cheek.

“Vi, what…?”

“forgive me too, cupcake,” - she said softly. “I didn't mean to hurt you with my words tonight. yes, you made me really mad, but that's no excuse. what you said about me taking advantage of you - it really hit me. what happened between us was one of the most real moments I've felt in a long time. you coming into my life turned everything upside down.” - she continued to hold your surprised face in her hands.

“I couldn't stand the thought of anyone else touching you, other than me. I would never hurt you or do anything without your consent.”

you reached for another kiss, this time more passionate, as her strong arms pulled you closer by the waist. your legs practically went weak from that movement. she was so captivating and mesmerizing. your lips intertwined, and you kissed her so fervently that you started to run out of breath. finally, you broke away for air, looking into her eyes once again.

“and if I gave you my consent? what would you do?" you asked, and the question made Vi smirk. she leaned in close to your neck and placed a gentle kiss, sending shivers down your spine. then, she whispered in a seductive voice into your ear, “I'd take you right here, undress you, and lay you on the bed. I wouldn’t rush - I’d explore every inch of your body. after I made you come, I'd have you everywhere - in the kitchen, on the couch, in the shower. I'd do things to you that would make you blush just thinking about them."

her confession made a wave of heat rise in your lower abdomen, and you closed your eyes, picturing the scene. you were brought back to reality by another kiss on your neck.

“then consider that you have my permission,” - you said, tilting your head to give her better access to your neck. but she pulled back and gave you the most seductive look.

“don't joke like that, cupcake,” - she said, leaning in to lick your lips.

"Vi, I want you. take me," - you said, and that was all she needed to hear.

Vi closed the distance between you so fast that you didn't even have time to blink. her lips devoured you hungrily. you ran your hands over her muscular arms, passionately kissing her lips. realizing the effect her touch had on you, she pulled you even closer with those strong arms. the heat radiating from her body was almost scorching, and you felt her heavy breath against your chest. her hands roamed over your back until one cold palm slipped under your shirt and settled on your waist. the unexpected chill against your heated skin made you moan. Vi noticed and smiled, pausing the kiss for a second. it was so seductive that you rolled your eyes back.

you tangled your hand in her hair, tugging it just slightly, which made Vi's neck arch toward you. you ran your tongue along her neck, and a low groan escaped her lips - the sexiest sound you had ever heard in your life.

taking advantage of the moment, you pressed your hand against her chest, pushing her back onto the pillow. her disheveled pink hair, swollen lips, and that sly smile drove you wild. wasting no time, you straddled her so that her thigh was between your legs. you loved the feel of her solid body beneath you. wrapping your legs around hers tighter, you arched your back, feeling the pressure against your core, which sent waves of pleasure through your body.

when Vi saw you arching on top of her, it was like she completely lost control to the desire surging through her. she grabbed you by the shirt and bit down on your neck, causing a moan to rip out of your throat that echoed through the room.

“do you like being on top, cupcake?” - Vi murmured into your neck, the vibration from her sultry voice traveling straight from your neck to your pussy. if you weren't sure how wet you were before, it was undeniable now, as a wet spot began to appear on your shorts.

“you said you wanted me to ride on you. I'm giving you front-row tickets to the show,” you winked at her.

the idea that you remembered her words drove Vi wild.

“don't stop then," she whispered almost breathlessly.

you continued to move your hips, taking pleasure in the pressure building between your legs. Vi pulled off your shirt and practically growled when she realized you weren't wearing a bra. "I wonder how she'll react to the fact that I'm not wearing any panties either," - you thought to yourself, biting your lower lip.        

Vi tossed your shirt to the floor and leaned back on the pillow, enjoying the show. your soft moans filled the room, the way you threw your head back, moved your hips, and hold her leg in front of you with your hands, bringing your tits together - it was like a drug to her. she placed one hand on your thigh, helping you to move a little faster, while the other reached up to your breasts.

when Vi's fingers touched your nipples, you rolled your eyes back. her touches were slow and deliberate, as if she wanted to savor every moment. her thumb started to gently massage your hardened nipple, pinching and teasing them, giving attention to every inch of you while you rode on her desperately.

you felt the wave of your orgasm building, so you began to move faster. Vi noticed it too, gripping your hips with both hands, guiding and encouraging your movements. your moans grew louder, and when you finally looked down at her, you saw the way she was watching you - her eyes taking in every move you made. her gaze was so intense that you almost wanted to hide, yet at the same time, you wanted to show her how proud you are to be hers.

as you were on the brink of your climax, you heard the words that drove you over the edge, "yes, cupcake, come for me."

[squinch-depraved]

more slimecicle for you little freaks he's so fun to write

"i swear you won't even know i'm there," charlie pleaded with you from the bed. he watched as you sat at your desk, working on a project you needed to finish before the night was over.

"between my thighs? yeah, charlie, i'm sure," you said with a roll of your eyes.

"please," he asked again. his voice was dripping with desperation, making it hard to say no.

but you were strong, determined to finish your tasks on time. "baby, you know i love when you get like this, and ordinarily i'd let you, but i need to stay focused," you replied sweetly. you heard him get off the bed and listened as his footsteps led him to kneel down next to you in your chair.

he looked up at you with wide, lustful eyes and took your hand gently. "please," he begged. he looked pathetic. the fact that it was you he was craving, you he wanted to taste so bad? it overrode any shred of reason and made your brain short circuit.

"charlie, baby," you sighed, taking back your hand and using it to cup his face. "can you give me, like, twenty minutes? to be productive? and then you can sit under my desk while i wrap it up, how does that sound?"

his face lit up as he nodded fervently, his eagerness to please you apparently more consuming than his desire to devour you. you patted his head, smiling softly at him before turning back to work on your task. "gonna set a timer?" he asked quietly after a moment.

you huffed, feigning annoyance, and pulled out your phone, setting and showing him a timer. he nodded again and adjusted himself, shifting on his legs as he waited patiently for the time to run out.

five minutes in, he was fiddling with a hair tie you lent him months ago. he wore it every day, it reminded him of you and how infatuating you were. it had become such a staple in his everyday wardrobe that he felt naked whenever he was without it. you glanced at him, noticing how he wrapped the elastic around his fingers again and again until unraveling it and repeating the process. you guessed it was helping him cope with not being located between your soft thighs.

halfway through, you softly let him know how much longer he had to go. he hummed quietly in response, moving to sit in a different position. he tried not to draw attention to himself as he squeezed his thighs together, embarrassingly desperate for your touch, but you noticed out of the corner of your eye and smiled. he was already making it hard to concentrate on this, and he wasn't even doing anything.

fifteen minutes down, he was leaning against your desk, head tilted back ever so slightly. you tried so hard not to stare at the tent between his legs; you only had five minutes left to get as much done as possible. he was surely daydreaming about you at this point, whimpers leaving his mouth whenever his groin twitched. he always looked downright pitiful when he got like this, and you adored how bad he wanted you. nothing ever made you feel as desired as charlie did.

when the timer went off, you still had a sizeable chunk of work that needed to get done. but, you had made a promise, and he jumped up at the alarm. pawing at the chair you were in, he mumbled, "please, please," until you sighed and gave in, scooting back to let him crawl under the desk. he shuffled in excitedly, not even grunting in pain when he hit his head on the underside.

you gasped softly as he pulled your bottoms off, leaving you bare for all of two seconds before he planted a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to your core. he spread your thighs open a bit more and shoved his face in, burying his tongue deep in you while his nose brushed up against your clit repeatedly.

you closed your eyes and let the noises spill from your lips, forgetting momentarily about the work that needed to be done. he just kept going, licking and sucking, and after a while of constant stimulation, you wondered if he was even breathing. a bit later, you remembered you weren't done, and you tried to get back to doing work, but the never-ending barrage of kisses to your dripping cunt made that impossible.

"god, fuck, charlie, this is why i said no," you grumbled. "need to finish this shit so bad and i just can't with you doing this."

he made a noise into your pussy, sending vibrations rippling through your body. your hips stuttered forward, thighs closing against his face and trapping him there. he moaned again, apparently enjoying the suffocation, and wrapped his arms around your legs, pushing them closer against him.

you were loud at this point, work long forgotten as you squeezed your legs against his head, cooing out praises. "ohhh, good boy, charlie," you sang. "fuck, you make me feel so fuckin' good. what a good boy f'me." he somehow became more ravenous and pushed you closer towards the edge, moaning and whimpering into your heat as he worked tirelessly to make you cum. it was all for you, always, every time. he loved making you feel good, he felt sometimes it was the very reason he existed.

when you came, you tangled your hands in his hair, pulling tightly and bringing him impossibly closer. he relished in your screams, savoring the "good boy!" you let out one last time before releasing all over his face. he kept going for a bit, testing you, seeing how much overstimulation you could take, before finally pulling away when you told him to.

you scooted back to let him out from under the desk, but he didn't emerge until a few minutes later, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. when he finally stood up, a dark stain stood out on his clothed crotch, evidence that he had enjoyed this just as much as you. you teased him for it, offering to help, but he just shook his head.

"all i needed was to taste you," he panted before leaning down to kiss you. the taste of yourself on his lips was intoxicating, and you hopped up to start a shower for the both of you so you could have a cozy night in bed, the work you so desperately needed to finish sitting abandoned still on the monitor.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[7:06 pm]

(cw: f!reader)

a/n: here’s our boyyyyyyy!

"Stop looking at me like that, I'm mad at you right now!" You yell at fratboy!Jaehyun.

"Baby, you look so pretty though. I'm admiring you," Jaehyun tells you softly.

In any other situation you would be a puddle on the floor with Jaehyun's affection. Usually his star-dazed look would have you squealing and peppering his face with kisses until you were both out of breath. It was one of your favorite ways he looked at you. He made you feel so loved. He had dug out a full body mirror and set up a little "getting ready" corner for you near the outlet by a window in his room. Yes, it was cute. It was so sweet of him. You had even gushed over it, peppering his face with kisses for a full minute before you sat down and started doing your makeup.

But today, today the puppy dog, heart eyes weren't going to work. The nu chi delta formal was today and Jaehyun had begged you to get ready with him at the frat house. So here you were, on time, thinking you had more than enough time to get ready.

You were busy blending the eye shadows on your eyelid, making sure they were well blended. You still had to do your hair, your base makeup, and get dressed. Thankfully you had an hour left to get ready. An hour to make sure you looked perfect for the frat formal.

A knock came from the door and Johnny's head popped in, "You guys gonna be ready in half an hour?"

The eye shadow brush dropped from your hand to the floor, "half and hour? As in 30 minutes? Three Zero?"

"Yeah we want to get there a little early to make sure everything looks good, but we were going to leave at 7:30 anyway."

You stood up, pacing around the room in a panic, running your hands through your hair, "Jaehyun! You told me 8:15, 8 at the earliest."

"The calendar on the fridge has said 7:30 since we secured the venue. Bro, we definitely need to be on time, we're officers for the frat," Johnny added with his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I thought it was 8:30," Jaehyun apologized genuinely with his stupid, puppy dog eyes.

You stopped your pacing, holding your hand up in Jaehyun's direction, "stop talking, ok. I have to finish doing my make up and- oh my god I only have my eyes done and I still have to do my hair!"

You rushed back to the mirror and with shaky hands began to hurriedly doing your make up. Johnny sent Jaehyun a sheepish, apologetic smile while he slipped out. of the room.

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, "Ok, I have an idea. You can leave without me and I'll Uber there."

Jaehyun's jaw dropped, "No way! I'm not letting my girlfriend show up alone. My girl can't show up alone! I'll help you, tell me how I can help."

"Do you know how to use a straightener?"

Jaehyun replied eagerly, "No, but I'll learn to help you. Just tell me what to do."

You walked him through the steps and soon enough, with slow, precise movements Jaehyun was running the flat iron through your hair.

"Five minutes! Limo's are getting here in five minutes!" Someone called out from the top of the stairs.

"Ok we're done. You did such a good job baby, thank you," you smiled at Jaehyun.

"You still have to get dressed and I need help with my bow tie," Jaehyun reminded you, pulling your dress off the hanger and handing it to you.

He helped you with the zipper on the back and helped clasp the straps on your heels. While you tied his bow tie he even spritzed you with perfume.

You both made your way down the stairs and out of the house, almost out of breath.

"Looking goo everybody. Now remember, I want everyone on their best behavior tonight. This is not a house party, it's a frat formal. Please behave yourselves or face the consequences," Taeyong told everyone as they stood on the lawn.

"Consequences being, sober men at the next party, bathroom clean up crew, and chefs for a week," Johnny added with a deviously sweet smile.

You moved to join the other officers and seniors in the "exclusive" limo, Jaehyun grabbed your arm gently, "just a second baby."

He stood in front of you and with gentle movements reached toward your eye with with pointer finger and thumb, "let me fix your eyelash for you."

His warm breath fanned over your face as he helped you fix your false eyelashes. He pulled away assessing his work before giving you a nod and a smile, "done. You look beautiful, baby."

Your face warmed at his compliment, "Thank you, love."

He leaned in slowly, pressing a short but lingering kiss to your lips so as to not mess up he make up he watched you stress over.

"No way! No! What part of best behavior do you not understand Jaehyun?! Get in the limo and don't let me catch that happen again or Taeyong is going to have to drag my fighting body out of the venue," Haechan screamed angrily from the sun roof in the second limo, an accusatory finger pointed at Jaehyun. His gaze softened as he turned to look at you, "You, you look gorgeous. Seriously, we are not worthy of being in your presence. When- and I really mean when, you get tired of that himbo, I'll be wai-"

His body went down quickly, like he was pulled down while someone yelled, "Sorry about him!"

Jaehyun rolled his eyes with a chuckle, a hand on the small of your back to guide you into the limousine, "Let's go, baby."

[loulovingho]

The Dinner

This is going to end up being a 4 part series on Meeting the Parents, where each part can be read individually. You can read on ao3, or continue below.

It was a few months after the wedding before Margaret and Phillip could get back to Los Angeles for another visit. They arrived two days before Halloween, wanting to go around the neighborhood trick or treating with Jee. It was the first year she'd really understand the holiday, and they were excited to experience it with her.

On their first night in town, Tommy and Buck were coming over for dinner.

While Tommy had briefly met them at the wedding, it wasn't more than a handshake and a hello before Jee was pulling her grandparents in one direction, and Evan was pulling him in another.

And now Buck was playing with Jee in the living room while Tommy helped plate the rolls.

“How do you feel about officially meeting the Buckley parents, Thomas?” Chimney asked, leaning against the counter.

“I was fine until Evan woke me up with a powerpoint presentation on what to and not to do.”

Maddie, who was fiddling at the table, looked over at Buck. “He's joking, right?”

Buck shook his head. “You can never be too prepared.”

Maddie rolled her eyes before turning to Tommy, a smile on her face. “Don't worry about it, Tommy. They've mellowed a lot over the past few years. Not perfect, obviously, but better.”

“Is that why you've reset the table five times?” Chimney asked, grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge.

“Hush.” She tilted her head, staring at the centerpiece before moving it slightly to the left. “Seriously, Tommy. You'll be fine.”

There was a knock, and Jee squealed as she jumped up and ran to the door.

Everyone trailed after her, Tommy moving to Buck's side.

After a prolonged hello to Jee, they greeted Maddie and Howie before moving on to Buck.

“Hi Mom, Dad,” he said, a hug for his mom and handshake for his dad. “You remember-”

“Thomas,” Tommy interrupted, holding out his hand to Margaret first. “Nice to see you again, Mr. and Mrs. Buckley.”

Buck but at his lip, trying to prevent himself from bursting into laughter. It was so interesting seeing Tommy like this. He was usually so calm, cool, and collected. His nerves very rarely appeared, so it was like a special treat when they did.

“Oh, come here,” Margaret said, bypassing his hand and wrapping him in a hug.

Tommy returned it, looking at Chimney with wide eyes.

Chimney himself looked surprised too, which felt like a good sign.

Once Margaret was finished, Phillip shook Tommy's hand. “Good to see you too, Thomas.”

They settled in and Tommy took what felt like the first breath since this morning. Maddie grinned at him with two thumbs up, which made him feel even more relaxed.

He'd never been so anxious to meet the parents of someone he was with before. Honestly, he'd only done it a couple of times. Once in high school, when he met the parents of the girl he took to prom. She ended up ditching him for her friends about halfway through the dance, so he never had to see them again.

Then there was Joey's parents. A guy he'd dated on and off after he first came out. They were... not a good match, but he just so happened to be at Joey's house when his mom showed up out of the blue. One awkward brunch later, he and Joey broke up for good a few minutes after she walked out the door.

Maybe that's why he was so nervous. The two times he'd met someone's parents, it ended in a breakup.

He couldn't think like that right now though.

Everything would be fine. He could do this.

*****

Dinner went surprisingly smooth. Most of the attention had been on Jee during dinner, but she got bored before dessert and headed into her bedroom to play.

That's when the questions started coming in.

“So, Thomas, Ev- Buck mentioned you also work for the fire department,” Margaret began, “but at a different station?”

Tommy nodded. “Yes, Ma'am. I'm a pilot at Harbor Station. It's about twenty minutes from the 118... or an hour with the traffic,” he added, getting a laugh from both Buckley parents.

“Dangerous job,” Phillip noted. “Rewarding though, I'm sure.”

“Oh, yes, Sir. Very rewarding.”

“So, you and Buck don't ever really get to see each other at work?” Margaret asked.

“Sometimes. I work ground ops every once in a while and we'll see each other. But when I am in the air, Evan likes to take pictures and send them to me,” he added, smiling over at Buck.

Margaret and Phillip shared a glance. Even out of the corner of Buck's eye, he could see his parents looking at one another. He knew they were silently discussing the fact that Tommy gets away with calling him by his given name. Something he'd steadfastly reminded them not to do.

He waited, heartbeat rising, for them to bring it up.

Instead, Margaret smiled. “So, how'd you two meet?”

"He flew us through a hurricane to rescue Cap and Athena."

"Buck." Maddie eyed him, a silent why would you say that?

He knew how protective his parents were. How they hated to think of him in danger. How saying something like that could cause tension between all of them, especially with Tommy.

Buck simply shrugged. "It's true."

"It's alright," Margaret reassured them. "Phillip and I are learning to come to terms with the fact that the job Buck has is a dangerous one. But life's a risk, right? We- We know you're taking every precaution to be safe."

Tommy reached out and rested his hand on Buck's thigh. "Yes," he agreed. "And technically we didn't fly through the hurricane, we flew through the outskirts of a hurricane."

"And Tommy's overly qualified," Chimney chimed in, for good measure. "That's why I asked him to take us. It's also why I claim to be matchmaker."

"Well, seeing as you're all in one piece," Phillip said, folding his hands on the table. "Why don't you tell us more about this helicopter-matchmaking adventure?"

The conversation continued for a while. It wasn't all focused on Tommy, thankfully. They went around the table swapping stories and sharing anecdotes. They never even batted an eye when Tommy moved his hand to Evan's back, rubbing softly. He did it almost unconsciously, nearly freezing up when he realized it. He had been told that the Buckley's weren't homophobic. But it was one thing to not care with other people, and another to not care with your own kid. However, their reaction, or lack thereof, was the final confirmation that Tommy needed to know everything was okay and they truly didn't mind.

*****

When it was time for Jee to head to bed, she demanded Uncle Tommy fly her to the room like a “helichopter” so, of course, he did. Then she demanded her mommy, daddy, and Uncle Buck read her a story together, so Tommy headed back out to the living room with the Buckley's to sit and chat.

“She calls you Uncle Tommy,” Margaret said, nearly beaming.

Tommy smiled. “Yeah, that started a couple months ago. I think she knows it's a surefire way to get me to say yes to whatever she asks. Evan jokes me about it all the time.”

“Okay, I have to ask-”

“Margaret,” Phillip warned.

She waved him off. “I'm just asking.” She leaned in close, almost like she was about to reveal some deep, dark secret.

Tommy sure hoped that wasn't it. He'd heard all about their last deep, dark secret.

“He lets you call him Evan. How'd you manage that?”

Tommy fought to hide his grin. “That's how he introduced himself when we met,” he explained. “Once I realized no one else ever called him that, I tried calling him Buck, but he gave me a funny look and told me to stick with Evan.”

Tommy knew Evan didn't hate his name. Knew others called him by it sometimes. He also knew that his parents calling him Buck was important to him. A way to show they were finally listening to what he wanted, and they were respecting him.

Tommy almost expected this to be where the trouble came in. Maybe this is where the Buckley's stuck up their nose and asked what made him so special? Evan had warned him about it during the presentation that morning.

They didn't do that though. Instead they looked... happy? Excited even.

“You a basketball fan?” Phillip asked, opting for a change of subject.

“Yes, Sir. Love it.”

“Professional or college?”

“I prefer professional, but I watch both.”

“I've been wanting to go to a game for years, but it's a little boring to go alone. We're coming back in a couple months for another visit. You and I should find a game.”

“I'd love that.” Tommy couldn't seem to agree fast enough. The fact that his boyfriend's dad actually wanted to hang out and spend time with him made him feel like he was in a dream world. “I think the Lakers usually play in Vegas that time of year. I could fly us out for a game,” he offered with a shrug. “I go there pretty regularly.”

“Uh oh,” Margaret joked. “Wrong thing to say. He'll be taking you up on those offers all the time.”

“That's fine with me,” Tommy assured her. “I love to fly. Evan and I go on little trips every time we have a few days off together. He's always finding new places for us to go within a couple hours of here.”

“Tell you what,” Phillip said, tipping his beer toward Tommy, “you fly us there, the tickets are on me.”

“Oh, you don't-”

“No, no. I insist.”

“Just nod and say okay,” Margaret faux-whispered.

Tommy laughed, but nodded. “Okay. Sounds good.”

“Good. Now, if you'll excuse me,” Phillip said, setting his beer on the coffee table before he went to stand. “I need to use the restroom. Be right back.”

Once Phillip had rounded the corner to head down the hall, Margaret scooted closer to Tommy, a smile playing on her face. “You don't go by Thomas, do you?”

Tommy let out a breathy laugh. “No, Ma'am. No, I don't.”

She nodded. “I figured. Tommy, then, right?”

“Yes, Ma'am. Thomas is fine though, if you prefer it.”

She reached over and patted him on the arm. “No, Tommy is what you go by, Tommy is what you'll be called. And please, call me Margaret, and my husband Phillip. No need for formalities.”

“Yes, Ma'- Margaret.”

“You're a good man, Tommy,” she said, her face serious but sincere. “You're good for Buck.”

Tommy could feel his heart swell. “I'd argue he's good for me.”

“You're good for each other,” she compromised. “I've never seen him so happy, so settled. He may think I don't know him, and maybe I don't as well as I should, but I know that.” A happy blush rose on her cheeks. “I have a funny feeling you'll be calling us Mom and Dad sometime soon.”

Tommy felt overwhelmed. He'd never expected her to say anything like that, but he loved the sound of it. He was right near having to blink back tears as Buck walked out into the living room. “Jee caught Dad on his way out from the bathroom,” he said to his mom. “She's asking for you now.”

“Off I go,” Margaret said with a giggle, giving Tommy another pat before she got up and left.

Buck sat down beside Tommy, tilting his head when he saw the dazed expression on his face.

“You okay?” he asked, wrapping Tommy's arm up in his.

Tommy smiled at him, then leaned over and gave him a kiss.

“Mm,” Buck moaned in surprise, the kiss ending with a pop. “What was that for?”

“I just... I've had a really good night. And I love you.”

Buck snuggled closer to him, laying his head on his shoulder. “I love you too.”

As he rested there, Buck went over the night in his head. There had been no awkward moments. No moments where Buck felt embarrassed or upset.

Tommy never had to defend him or himself.

They had even managed to be alone with Tommy for an extended period and Tommy seemed... happy about it?

His parents actually got along with Tommy really well.

Buck was glad.

He was glad his parents liked Tommy.

There was no problem.

He wasn't jealous at all.

Honest.

[alimaybankkk]

sunshine

summary: jj never really thought of loving a girl before. it was always a hit and run, but you were something else.

warnings: fluff. that’s literally it. like major fluff

pairing: jj maybank x innocent!routledge!fem! reader

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you were outside of the chateau, chilling in your yellow sundress when you heard his voice.

“hey, y/n,” jj said, sitting down next to you.

you grinned, tying a knot on the bracelet you were making. “hi, jj.”

he looked at you in deep thought for a moment, noticing it was the first time he ever loved the way his name was said.

“is john b here?” he asked.

you didn’t let your smile fade, although you were pretty bummed. you wished he’d come to see you, but you shrugged. “i don’t think so. wanna hang with me for a little bit?”

he looked like he was thinking, but he eventually shook his head. “i’ll just come back later.”

he wanted to stay with you. in fact, he needed to stay with you. but the thought of loving someone the way he loved you was terrifying. especially if it was his best friends little sister.

he stood, starting to walk but you followed after him. “well, where are you going?”

he shut his eyes as he stopped in his tracks. “home.”

you shook your head. “jj, can you stay with me? i’m bored.”

he shook his head. “i got work to do, princess. maybe another time.”

you suddenly looked at him with puppy dog eyes, gripping his bicep. “please?”

he bit his lip. damn, if he knew how to say no to you, he would have done it. but he didn’t. he grabbed your hand and took you back to where you were sitting earlier.

“pick a color, jj,” you said, putting your old bracelet off to the side.

“um,” jj thought. “i don’t know.”

“come on, j, just pick one!” you rested your head on your knees.

“um,” he said, looking around. his eyes fell on your dress, which he loved a lot, but was too nervous to say. “yellow.”

you looked up. “like the sunshine, right, j?”

he sighed. “yes, princess, like the sunshine.”

“it’s very warm today. i was tanning earlier. look how much sun i got,” you said. you showed him your arm after gathering a few different strings to put together.”

jj smiled. “cute.”

“so, what did you need my brother for?”

he shrugged. “pogue stuff.”

“i’m a pogue,” you muttered. “why can’t i know?”

“because, honey, it’s secret.” he brushed it off like it was nothing, but you wanted to cry.

your hair was in a half up half down style, one that jj had never seen before on you, with your ends blown out and complimenting your hair color. you noticed he was looking at your hair, which gave you an idea.

“j,” you said, rummaging through your bookbag. “can you tie a bow?”

he shrugged, catching sight of the yellow ribbon you threw onto the grass. “sure, princess, i can.”

“tie one into my hair, please.”

he sighed and you turned around. jj wanted to hold you close to him and cuddle you, but he had self control. he looped the ribbon around the ponytail at the top and began tying as you leaned your back against his chest.

“you’re making it hard for me to tie, here, princess.” he chuckled, having to restart. he had goosebumps from how close you were.

you almost fell asleep. “you’re comfortable, jj.”

he squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself not to leave a trail of kisses from your ear down your neck.

“done,” he said, starting to twirl a few strands as he waited for you to get off of him. “you can sit up now.”

“no,” you shook your head and forced him to lay down, cuddling up to him.

“come on, princess, sit up,” he said, tapping your hip.

“j, i’m comfortable. please?” and for the second time in five minutes, you looked at him with the puppy dog eyes.

he sighed, pushing your head back onto his chest. “remember how john b said you were off limits when you turned 13?”

“yeah? and you said never in a million years would you want me?” you asked.

he winced. he regretted those words every day, wishing he could go back and take them away. “yeah. yeah, that time.”

“what about it?”

“nothing. take a nap, princess. you’ll get even more tan.” he said.

“okay.” you agreed and fell asleep.

* honestly, jj felt like a creep. he’d watched you sleep for at least thirty minutes, but he couldn’t help it. he loved the way your chest rose and fell slowly. but mostly, he loved that you even smiled in your sleep.

jj’s legs were starting to cramp. he couldn’t move without waking you, but he didn’t have a choice. your eyes fluttered open and you turned to him, startled.

“‘m sorry, princess.”

you smiled an ‘it’s okay.’ and sat up. he followed, starting to realize how sweaty he felt. he brushed it off and took a sip from the water bottle that was there.

“jj, that’s mine,” you told him and grabbed it back, drinking it until it was gone.

“someone’s thirsty,” he commentated and jabbed you in the hip.

you giggled, throwing the water bottle at him. “i got to get back to my bracelet,” you said to yourself and went away at knotting .

he watched you contently for five whole minutes before saying, “do you still love the stars?”

you froze. it was something dumb you’d told him when you were eight. you never had expected him to remember, but you nodded. “yeah.”

he grinned, thinking of how cute you would be on a blanket pointing to the little dipper.

“wanna watch them with me tonight?” he asked. he bit his lip, waiting for your answer.

your smile grew wider. “okay.”

he slapped your back, chuckling. “it’s a date then.”

you turned around and have him a thankful look that he wished he could take a picture of in the moment and look at every second of his life.

“jj,” you said, looking past his shoulder. “john b’s back.”

jj would be lying if he said he wasn’t upset. he was bummed that it was no longer the two of you. he was upset that there probably would not be another cuddle session that evening.

to be honest, he’d only realized his feelings for you a few years ago. at least, he’d recognized them. he’d always felt the same about you, but only around three years ago did he realize it was love.

you had loved him knowingly since the first time he held your hand on the way to school while john b walked beside him, defending you from the bigger and meaner kids at school.

you’d always had that puppy love for him.

and he’d always had that puppy love for you.

“right.” jj said back, standing and approaching john b.

he turned around. “stars at my house, okay?”

you smiled and nodded, gripping the grass and ripping a few blades out.

* jj had set out a few pillows and a blanket on the roof of his house. he was quite comfortable on his own, snuggling up into the pillows he slept with every night. he couldn’t get over the fact that soon he would be able to lay his head on a pillow that smelt like you.

after a few minutes of listening to the crickets, he heard footsteps. “jj?”

he sat up and peaked over the edge of the roof. “shh, princess, don’t go inside.”

he watched you look up at him, smiling as you locked eyes with him. your eyes reflected the moon and the stars. they looked no different from how they usually did. well, maybe they did; jj usually saw the whole world in them.

“jj, i can’t get up there,” you whined. he climbed down the ladder and grabbed your hands, smiling at you.

“hi,” he said.

“hi.”

he ordered you to go on his back and you climbed there, fighting your fear of heights. he climbed the ladder with no problem, placing you gently on the fort he’d made. you leaned back and laid down as he laid down next to you.

jj knew how small he made the little circle. he wanted to be as close as possible to you. you loved it, too.

“oh, baby, your ribbon’s all messed up.” jj said, mentally kicking himself for the pet name.

and you mentally kicked yourself for almost fainting at the nickname. he’d never called you that before. “what did you say?”

“i said… i said your ribbon’s all messed up.” jj said nervously.

“before that.”

he hesitated. “baby.”

you squeezed your eyes shut, turning to face him. “i liked it.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

he helped you sit up as you leaned against his chest and he retied your ribbon for the second time today.

“i like your hair like this, baby.” he said, smiling as you shivered at the nickname.

“thank you,” you said, leaning your head into his neck.

he nodded and kissed your forehead.

what are we? he thought, resting his chin on your head.

you were looking at the sky through the side of your eye and you launched your finger out. “venus.”

“what, baby?” he asked, his attention being drawn back to you.

“i can see venus.” you pointed. he followed your gaze but didn’t see anything. he pretended he did.

“very beautiful, princess.” he said. just like you, he thought.

you nodded, turning back to him and reaching into your pocket of the shorts that were under your dress.

you pulled out a yellow chevron bracelet. the one that you had not finished before he left. it warmed his heart to know that you had not stopped thinking about him when he left.

“you got a gift for me, don’t you, routledge?” he asked, not accidentally holding your hand for a little too long when he grabbed it out of your hand.

“like the sunshine,” you told him, pointing to the yellow.

he grinned. “just like the sunshine, princess.”

“i would love some sunshine right now,” you said.

“i have some,” jj blurred out without thinking.

you raised an eyebrow. “how?”

he couldn’t go back now. “in a way, baby, you are my sunshine.”

you grinned, your face lighting up. he knew the sun was your favorite star in the sky ever since you were eight .

“i’m your sunshine?”

“my sunshine.” he told you, cuddling close to you. “if i’m upset, you make me feel better.”

you didn’t even think about it, but you gave him a kiss. on the lips.

it was something you did a lot—kiss him—but it was usually just on the forehead or on the cheek.

he froze. you sat up. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to—”

but he smashed his lips against yours, drowning you in passion and love.

“i love you, baby.” he told you.

“i love you, too, jj,” you said, smiling wide.

“oh and this bracelet reminds me…” he started, reaching into his pocket. he pulled out a neckless. it was made with clay beads, a type of bead you enjoyed.

it was yellow.

“i made it for you.” he told you as he adjusted it onto your neck.

* a/n: so fluffy

part 2? idrk

[leviscolwill]

as long as i'm the name on your tattooed heart

pairing: bsf!levi colwill x reader

summary: your best friend forcing you to tag along to one of his tattoo session is not as bad as it sounds, especially if it involves sharing kisses [wc: 950]

contents: bsf2lovers, mutual pinning, idiots in love, fluff, mention of needles, not proofread 🏃‍♀️

note: the way i know nothing about tattoos.... sorry for any tattoo aftercare inaccuracy 😞

now playing tattooed heart by ariana grande...

the buzzing sound of the tattooist's machine wasn't one you enjoyed, but the view of levi's bare back was somewhat making you feel better. you never liked to join him on his sessions but he knew how to bribe you, with the promise of a free of charge mcdonald's afterwards for example.

your best friend's grip on your hand tightened when the needles made contact with his shoulder. you couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his face wincing, wondering if the pain was really worth it.

“can't believe you're getting a kick out of seeing me in pain.” levi's words almost made you feel bad, but you remembered how he practically dragged you here.

“what's the point of bringing me here if i can't enjoy a little show.”

“i can't stand you.” you would have answered his blatant lie if it wasn't for him groaning in pain. your hand patted his in encouragement, silently hoping for the ‘show’ to end soon. as much as you pretended to, you couldn't stand seeing your best friend in pain, even if he claimed it was bearable and you should get matching tattoos one day.

after what seemed five hours to you but was really less than forty-five minutes according to levi, his tattoo was done. you liked how it looked but liked the fact you were getting out of here even more. after paying for your nuggets, levi drove you both to his house, praising you for completing at he called your ‘best friend duties’. you felt your heart tighten a bit at the mention of ‘best friend’ but managed to simply roll your eyes. all it took to distract him was bringing up how one of your middle school classmate was pregnant and you both jumped down the gossip rabbit hole.

once you were back at levi's, he abandoned you to take a shower, and you could only count on tiktok games to keep you busy.

your phone was the one left alone when you heard your name being called. you knocked on the bathroom's door before opening it, one eye closed to make sure levi was decent. once you took notice of his joggers, he didn't give you time to gush over his new tattoo before asking you to put some cream on it, he did give you a whole speech about tattoo healing but you were too distracted to make out a word of it.

“you really only see me as your servant.” you sighed but obliged. levi's reflection on the mirror was smiling at you when started applying the balm on his shoulder with the utmost care, scared to hurt him in some way even though he assured you couldn't even if you tried. your mind wandered when you took notice of how ridiculously small your hands were compared to his back, the thought of waking up to this sight was one you'd rather not indulge in, afraid you'd never be able to move on afterwards.

the act felt way more intimate then it should have. domestic in the most perfect way possible, unconsciously making you long for more of this type of moments, when you had levi to yourself, no camera or sporting duty for him to care about. levi silently prayed you didn't notice his breath hitching. how stupid was it really? you spent your whole lives together, sharing every little secret but the normality of the situation was the one making his heart race.

a comforting silence floated in the room that none of you wanted to break. but you eventually did, your hands letting go when there wasn't anything left to apply.

“quit staring.” levi's words pulled you out of your reverie, you didn't even notice your eyes wandering where they shouldn't have been.

“you wish i was staring.” you definitely were, but admitting it and giving his ego a boost was the worst case scenario for you.

“i don't need to wish, you're still drooling a bit love.”, his teasing made your cheeks heat up. you turned around and started cleaning up the material, careful not to show any trace of embarrassment in fear your best friend would never let you live it down.

the feeling of his hands on your shoulders caught you off guard, levi turned you around and tilted your head up.

“you're not mad at me, are you? i was joking...”, the thought of levi thinking you were mad at him made absolutely no sense to you.

“of course not.” you couldn't find it in yourself to make up an explanation that could properly conceal the truth.

levi hoped and prayed, he wasn't pushing your boundaries too far when his forefinger traced your jaw, softly letting his finger get a feel of your lips.

“say it.” your voice was barely audible, but his face was close to yours, close enough to hear what you wanted.

“can i kiss you?” even if levi's voice seemed much more assured than yours, he had to run his sweaty hands on the material of his joggers before cupping your jaw.

you didn't answer and closed the small gap between you two yourself. he knew how to kiss you just the way you liked, you'd believe he'd done this all his life. hell, he was better than some boys you've dated for years. the way your lips moved against each other seemed so natural, like they were already accostumed.

you let your hands rake over levi's bare upper body, before slightly pushing his chest to catch your breath. levi dropped his forehead against yours, before pecking your smile one more time.

“i told you taking you to the parlour wasn't useless, now you got yourself a pretty tattooed boyfriend.”

taglist: @ceofmercedes <3, @zowanew <3

[hippolotamus]

Sentence Sunday ✨

I can show you lies 'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did Lights, camera, bitch smile, even when you wanna die I was grinning like I'm winning, I was hitting my marks 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart

Beloved mutuals and pocket pals... I honestly don't know what to say for myself. This is a case of 'I listened to a song too much, I had an idea I knew I was never gonna write' turned 'I'll just throw it out as a prompt' --> 'I'll just make a moodboard' --> 'Oh god, I've written over 1k words in place of a summary'. SO. Have... whatever this is, T Swift influenced Buddie actor au. Under the cut to save your dash.

Honestly, if the world still exists in the morning, Eddie Diaz doesn't really give a fuck. His girlfriend left, claiming he's still not over his late wife, and his teenage son, the last thread connecting him to said wife, went to go live with his grandparents. After, of course, blaming Eddie for pushing 'yet another one' away. Christopher wouldn't even look at him before he went.

Then there's Anita Mills, his agent, who is probably a few blood pressure points away from a stroke at this point. Assuming she doesn't fire him first.

Let her, he thinks, grabbing a bottle of Maker's Mark from the cabinet. He has a string of blockbuster films to his name, not to mention a commendable collection of Oscar's and Emmy's. Not that they made his parents proud or kept his wife from leaving him before she died. But they exist as proof that he's had a successful career. Between investments and liquid assets he has more money than he would know what to do with in a hundred lifetimes. So, fuck it.

Eddie breaks the wax seal and twists off the red cap. He doesn't even bother with a glass, not really seeing a need. He's never been a big drinker, but lately his tolerance has grown considerably. Indulging until he passes out seems like an ideal use of his time right now anyway. If he wakes up after? Well, he'll consider that a success.

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"Hey! What the hell?!" Eddie manages, coughing and trying not to choke on the ice cold water hitting his body. He opens his eyes to see Mills towering over him, glowering and holding an empty vase. He swipes a hand across his face. "Seriously, Anita, what the fuck was that?"

"I don't know, Eddie, you tell me." She disappears for less than a minute, returning with a hand towel she unceremoniously drops on his chest. "Help me out here. What's today?"

He wriggles himself to something resembling sitting and leans back against the coffee table. "What's today?" He parrots back dumbly.

Anita crosses her arms and quirks an eyebrow. "I asked you first."

Today, today, today. Where was he supposed to be- "Shit! The interview with, uh, fuck." He snaps his fingers and racks his brain trying to remember a name or a face. All he knows is they're important.

"Claudette Collins. Very good, Eddie, you got it part way."

"Give me ten minutes, I'll put myself together and we can go," he says, fighting the violent wave of nausea that hits as he scrambles to stand up.

"Save your poor carpet from getting puked on and sit the hell down."

"What? No, I can-"

"Eddie," Anita interjects, "the interview was five hours ago. The interview with the Claudette Collins. The one that took me months of phone calls, groveling and cashing in favors to get for you."

Fuck. "Anita, I'm so sorry. How-"

"Save it." Anita holds her hand up, effectively silencing him. It takes him back to being seven years old and having to explain why his dad's truck had an enormous dent in it. She rests her hands on her hips, pacing back and forth as she purses her lips. Eventually she sits in the leather armchair situated in the corner. "Eddie, you and I have known each other a long time. A long time. I've been your agent since you walked into my shitty office back in Dallas. Given your impressive display of awards, I'd say we've done pretty well together."

She inhales sharply, rubbing at her temple. Anita doesn't mince words, it's part of why he's always liked her. He never has to question where he stands. She says 'jump' and he knows exactly how high. It's not difficult to guess what's coming next.

"Eddie, I know you're going through a rough patch. What you're dealing with is hard enough without seeing it splashed on every tabloid and trashy website. Not to mention none of those places knows the real story, so it's all a bunch of 'she said he might have said' bullshit. But you've made it through tougher things." Anita doesn't need to clarify that she's talking about Shannon's death and how his parents tried to take Christopher. "I don't know what's happening this time, but I need to take a step back. My wife has made it very clear that all of my attempts at stress management are not working and that if I can't get it under control I shouldn't be surprised when I come home to an empty house. So."

Eddie swallows, waiting for the inevitable and cursing himself for pretending he wouldn't care.

"I've talked to a few friends in the business and found someone willing to take you on."

What?

"What? You're not firing me?"

Anita's features soften. "Technically, yes. I am very much dropping you like a scorpion I found in my boots. However, like I said, I found someone willing to work with you. The name is Bobby Nash. He runs a smallish agency but don't let that throw you. He's cobbled together some pretty impressive talent. I assume you've heard of Evan Buckley?"

Eddie scoffs. "Of course I have. Who hasn't? Christ, he's everywhere you look. I can't pass a damn bus stop without seeing his face." A few details begin to click into place within Eddie's muddled brain. "Bobby Nash is his agent?"

"Sure is. And we all know the stories about Evan's past aren't the type you trot out at parties. My advice is that you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, go with Nash and do whatever he tells you to do. He even has a role in mind for you, costarring with Buckley. What do you say?"

What else was there to say? If Eddie didn't want to get blacklisted or wind up as some washed up tragic Hollywood story, being gossiped about where everyone - including his son - could see what a failure he was...

"I guess I say- when can I meet him?"

"Good answer." Anita clasps her hands together and gives him her signature smirk that tells him she approves. "Just leave everything to me."

Up to this point, Eddie has trusted Anita implicitly with all the messy business that comes with having him for a client. Why stop now?

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Teddy Bear | Elliot Stabler x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Stabler with “You’re such a softie” please ❞

: ̗̀➛ Elliot comes home late to find you asleep.

trigger warnings : ̗̀➛ swearing

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It was late when Stabler eventually stumbled through your door, making sure to lock it and check three times before he dumped his shoes by the bin and chucked his jacket on the back of the sofa.

You weren't awake, but he hadn't expected you to be, either. Last time he checked his watch, it was five to one in the morning; it took at least an hour to get to yours. Plus, the ten minutes it took for him to wander up to the door.

Slowly, he crept around to the bedroom, and gently pushed the door; facing away from him, you were cuddled into one of his jumpers, and he could only smile a little as he looked at you.

Watching you for just a few moments before resigning himself to the sofa.

Stabler had never felt comfortable getting into bed with you when you weren't awake, even now after being together for... he couldn't fucking remember how long, he still didn't feel quite right doing it; so he pulled the blanket out from under the coffee table and gave it a good shake.

He dumped his jeans and his shirt on the floor, and used the cushions to create a pillow before he laid down and stretched out as much as he could. His feet dangled over the arm, but it was mostly comfortable, if he was honest.

But it wasn't long until he heard you prowling around, and he slowly began to sit up just as you leaned over the back of the sofa and offered him your hand.

"C'mon," you murmured, tilting your head to gesture to the bedroom. "It's much comfier with me."

Stabler shook his head as he let out a quiet yawn. "Nah, you go back to bed, I'll stay here. It's fine, honestly."

"I insist, Ell," you hummed. "Or I'll jump on you."

He laughed a little bit, grinning for just a moment before a massive yawn whacked him. "It's one night, it'll be fine."

"I'm not arguing," you muttered, clambering over the sofa and settling against him. You moved to press your face to the side of his neck as you huffed. "Now isn't this nice?"

He wanted to roll his eyes, but he couldn't find it in himself. "Are you done?"

You nodded. "Mmhmm... I was thinking, though..."

"Are you hurt?" He joked softly, putting his arm on your back and gently trailing it up and down the soft and exposed skin. His eyes closed as he leaned back a little.

You huffed out a short laugh, shaking your head. "Y'know Huang invited us to that gay bar? I was thinking maybe we could go..."

"I don't think so," Stabler mumbled.

"I think you would," you mused. "You'd fit right in."

He paused for a moment, scoffing as he tried not to laugh. "Uh-huh."

"Besides, you'd be with me," you pointed out. "And wouldn't that be enough?"

"I'll think about it," he promised quietly, nothing but sleep on his mind. He allowed his foot to drop off of the side of the sofa as a soft growl escaped his throat. "That okay?"

"Mmhmm," you adjusted yourself so you could properly snuggle into him. "You're such a softie, y'know. You act all hard but you ain't... you're just a teddy bear."

Stabler scoffed. The Captain had more than enough records of anger management classes and filed complaints to show that you were wrong, very wrong; but he was too tired to correct you.

Although, when he opened his eye to look at you, a smile came to his face; he did feel a bit guilty that he didn't have a chance to give you that last kiss of the night. But he could give you double in the morning if you really missed it that much.

But he could feel your breath getting more shallow; more soft as you started to fall asleep. Dozing off whilst firmly cuddled into him even though you sometimes complained about the fact that he felt like a fucking furnace in the summers.

The thought made him smile as he closed his eyes again, letting his body go limp as he hummed and stretched a little bit.

Fuck, it felt good to be with you.

It felt good to come home, especially after the day he had had; maybe Liv was right about that. Maybe he should have taken the day off and gone to be with you. But did it matter now?

Did it matter when he could feel your body pressed against his and he was reminded that you were still?

Did it matter when he could feel your breath on his skin and he was reminded that you weren't going anywhere?

Maybe it did.

Maybe it didn't.

Those were the kind of questions that he left for you, always saying that you were smarter; he was the brawn, you were the beauty and brains.

Fuck, he could picture your smile every time he said it.

He could feel the way his heart pounded when you surprised him with dinner at noon, coming into the office with that fucking smile and that smug look in your eyes.

He adored it.

He couldn't say it, words were never his best friend, but he knew that you knew he felt it. He didn't need words for that.

But he had meant what he said - he would think about it. He would think it, only because you asked him to.

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NO BUNNY BUT YOU! 🐰

petsitter! wonbin x fem! reader

series synopsis: your friends refuse to look after your bunnies, tokki and dokki, while you’re on an overseas programme for a week. luckily, winter knows the right person for the job.

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part nine: wonnie and binnie

wonbin had rushed over to your dorm as fast as he could after hanging up the phone. you had called him with urgency in your voice, not even needing to specify what was wrong and wonbin was already putting his shoes on. it took him less than five minutes to reach your dorm, which was only a few floors above his. your door swung open with just one knock from wonbin, as if you were waiting at your door for him. before he could even ask what was wrong, you were pulling him in and dragging him into your living room, showing him the scene that made you call him panicking.

“what the fuck am i seeing.”

on your sofa was your bunny, tokki, surrounded by two other baby bunnies and wrapped up in a small blanket. wonbin blinked at the sight, mind going blank. you on the other hand, was panicking. you don’t even know how it happened, you had always been so careful to separate tokki and dokki and you even brought dokki to get neutered last week. wonbin was smiling at the sight of the newborn bunnies curled up next to their mom while dokki was kept in his cage, making soft noises.

“i don’t know how this happened, i always kept them separate until i could bring dokki to get neutered.”

wonbin’s smile dropped. he remembered that night where he slept over at your dorm and he never kept them in their cages. he didn’t think much of it when he woke up, separating them before he left in the morning. he scratched his head, unsure if he should start apologising profusely and begging for forgiveness or if he should pretend he didn’t know how it happened.

“um… do you remember that night when i fell asleep here? i think i probably, definitely, passed out before separating them.”

“oh.”

your expression softened as you nodded your head, getting down to sit next to the litter of bunnies, urging wonbin to sit next to you. a string of apologies flew out his mouth but you reassured him with a small smile. “it’s okay, it was my fault for not bringing dokki to get neutered sooner. what do you think i should do with them?” wonbin racked his brain, trying to remember what his zoology professor said about newborn bunnies but he couldn’t remember anything, having fallen asleep in almost all the lecturers. he scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, hastily googling “what to do with baby bunnies?”

you couldn’t help but to giggle at the sight of a panicked wonbin clicking on the first link he saw. “i called you here because i thought a vet student could help me but you’re just googling it? i could’ve done that myself!” you teased him, gently nudging his side as his face turned red from embarrassment. he read out the article to you as you rested your chin on the couch and stared at the bunnies, careful to keep your distance and not touch them.

“it says to let the mom take care of the babies and do her job for the first eight weeks and you can start to separate them after that. next is to separate the male bunnies from the females when you find out their gender at six weeks.”

“mm, okay. that one looks like a boy.” you pointed to the bunny that was mostly brown with a little bit of white on the tips of its ears, resembling dokki. the newborn bunnies resembled their parents, with the other being a mix of white and a dark brown. “what are you gonna name them?”

“i don’t know yet… what do you think?” you turned to look at wonbin, waiting to hear his thoughts. he didn’t expect you to want his input in naming your new bunnies and he couldn’t help but think how domestic this situation was, the both of you being together and coming up with names for your new pets. wonbin sat in thought for awhile before playfully suggesting that you should name the two babies after him. “okay, i’ll name this one wonnie and this one binnie!”

“what? no, i was kidding—”

“so do you want me to name them after someone else?”

“no.”

you giggled at how fast wonbin shut down the idea of you naming them after someone who isn’t him. in most of these cases, bunnies usually give birth to different genders and you weren’t sure if you could take care of both of them. “you like bunnies, don’t you? do you wanna keep one when they’re ready?” you were looking at him so adoringly, and you looked so pretty with the lights from opposite dorms reflecting in your eyes, and you were asking him so nicely that he didn’t even consider sungchan’s opinion. “yes. i would love to.”

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[moonfawnx]

Whispers of our past

Rhysand x Celine (oc)

Chapter one

Warning: SA at the end (very light description, you can skip the last few paragraphs if uncomfortable with this)

Rhysand’s head was spiralling.

He was just laying down on his fiancee’s bed, admiring her as she did her nightly routine, knowing she’d move to do the same stuff to him as soon as she was done applying body cream on herself.

The amount of love she offered him everyday was unreal.

Her soft strokes in his hair when he went to her, tired after court meetings, her sweet voice as she read novels to him, her gentle touches as she washed him when he was too overwhelmed.

He remembered when he first met her. She was walking around in Velaris, buying food ingredients as well as a book. He tried to make small talk to her. as he approached her and gave her a gentle smile.

“Hello” Rhys purred, using that flirty voice of his that usually had women on their knees.

“Hi ther- oh, high lord” she bowed her head gently.

Rhys tried to contain his frown, as the gorgeous female in front of him acknowledged him with his title-never his name.

He was used to it by that point. to be seen as nothing more that the lord he is. So why did it upset him that the female standing in front of him used his title?

“No need for formalities- call me Rhys, please” he gave her a soft smile.

“Well alright then, Rhys”

And when she flashed a smile at him, he could have sworn his heart dropped.

She was ethereal- her beauty unmatched.

He felt his cheeks flash hot.

The high lord, for what seemed to be the first time since he was a child, looked at the ground, blushing only because of a simple smile.

His eyes landed towards the bag she was holding, full with groceries to the brim.

“expecting any guests tonight?” he tried to avoid her deep eyes- avoid her making him stumble through his words.

“No” she chuckled “i just really enjoy cooking, but..”

Her eyes searched for his, as he finally looked up and stared at her back.

“But what?” he whispered, the simple conversation about food with a stranger he’d just met five minutes ago, suddenly turning intimate.

“But you could join me for dinner” she toyed with her hands, anxiously.

Rhys was very used to females making the first move on him. Actually, he could count on one hand how many times he had to approach a female on his own.

But this…this felt different because Rhys knew she wasn’t proposing a hookup. He’d had enough of those to recognise when one is proposed.

And Rhys thought, why not?

So he agreed, and followed her to her house.

They got in, and she instantly took him to her kitchen, and made him wash his hands before she took out her groceries.

“So” he tried to start “what do you want to eat?” he asked her and begged, begged that she had something prepared and the groceries were just for a salad or starter.

He couldn’t have the gorgeous female he’d just met, who obviously had a passion of cooking, based on how well kept her kitchen was, and the huge stack of cooking books where there were loads of handwritten recipes hanging out, that he was a truly awful cook.

He’d tried to cook many times- but never managed any of his food to look or even taste normal, except his steak, of course.

His steak was the one plate he could make and be proud of.

Then she passed a cutting board to him.

Fuck.

She gave him some peppers and cucumbers, and then brought out a very sharp knife, as he peaked in her drawer- and saw at least 20 different kinds of knives.

He gulped and took the knife from her with a weak smile.

Unfortunately, his pathetic skills at chopping showed from the first few slices.

Fortunately, he felt two delicate hands, sliding over his own and finding his palms as she took lead of his chopping.

“Let me show you” she sais, as the previously weirdly cut vegetables, slowly turned into even pieces.

His cheeks flushed a deep red, once again.

As he felt her slowly remove her arms from his, when the were done, he turned around and looked at her.

“You didn’t tell me what we are making” he brushed his hands on her cheekbone as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

This time, it was her turn to flash red, before she quickly turned around and pulled out more groceries.

And as he saw it, he could’ve sworn his knees nearly crumpled with relief.

“Steak” she said “ I was in the mood for steak- but we can make something else if you wish-“

“No!” he stopped her and smiled again. “steak is perfect. Let me take care of it”

He started thanking the gods above, as he realised he could treat her with the one single skill he had when it came to cooking.

So Rhys did.

He made a perfectly cooked steak, as she made some mashed potatoes, and then they made their vegetables together.

The amount of peace and happiness he felt being with her was insane considering they’d mer earlier that day.

As they laughed and giggled and grinned, Rhys knew that this would be much more than what it seemed.

And he was right.

He had no idea back then- what she’d be for him.

He left shortly after they ate, as she placed a kiss on his cheek and for the third time that day, he flushed red again.

And he ended up going back.

Every. single. day.

And his heart glowed with happiness as he thought about how far they’d come.

His magnificent fiancée.

The one who accepted every single part of him, loved him above all else, and showed him the most love he’d ever felt.

His Celine.

Rhys stared at his soon to be wife, as she got up from her vanity chair and walked towards him- and then he was undone.

Not in the sexual way- not in the way she’d gotten him undone earlier that day, as he pounced on her and has his face buried deep within her in a matter of seconds. Not in the way she’d taken him so far in her throat, as he groaned her name and fisted her hair. Not in the way he’d eagerly stuffed her full, and went for it hard and rough, even though they were usually more soft together, except when she was in her ovulation week.

Not in any of this ways.

Rhys came undone in a much different way, as his fiancée smiled at him softly.

His fiancée- not just that.

His mate.

The mating bond snapped for him as he quickly rumbled some excuse about court stuff he’d forgotten to take care of, and vanished into air.

He saw Celine’s confused expression right before he left and gods did he want to stay and make love to her for another five hours, as the crease of confusion between her brows became a crease of pleasure as her mouth made an o.

But he couldn’t- no he had been planning his attendance to the party under the mountain for so long, how he’d kill Amarantha, so him and his mate could live a stressless life.

And then, after he would be done with it- he would marry Celine, at the finest view in Velaris, and he’d reveal the bond to her, and make her his queen, and have the future he so badly wanted with her.

He was rushing, the event only a few hours away, as he gathered weapons and wore a fine suit. He was well aware that even though he always had Celine join him in meetings or balls, this was not one where she could come with him.

So, hours later, Rhys was drinking, chuckling at Kallias and Helion as they made jokes about each other. He occasionally looked at the throne, where Amarantha was seated, her long legs revealed through her thin black dress, that covered very little.

Her gaze landed to him- and a wicked grin appeared on her lips. She lifted her glass of wine towards him, and he did the same, trying to sweet coat her into getting closer.

She got up from her throne, and eventually made her way to Rhys.

“Well well, if it wasn’t for the High Lord of Night” she got close- too close for his liking.

Surely too close for Celine’s liking too.

“Thank you for hosting us” was truly the only thing he could think of saying, as her eyes glowed with something Rhys couldn’t quite place, but he knew he really hated it.

They danced around many themes and conversations, about the drinks, the decorations, and different lords. He was trying to get closer, make her relax so he could go for the final blow.

But, oh why did it feel like he was the one relaxing instead?

He realised too late- too fucking late what was going on, as the poison in his drink finally took over him, as the mountain was warded, imprisoning everyone.

In his final moments before he blacked out, Rhys tried to reach out for his fiancée but- her wards were up. Why was she blocking him out? In her years of exploring her daemanti magic with him, she’d never done that before.

Rhys was panicking, head spiralling and he threw shields around Velaris- hiding his home and blocking everyone out. He reached out for his cousin, as he gave her a brief explanation and asked her to take over his responsibilities for as long as needed- and before Rhys could inform Mor of the whereabouts of the cottage he shared with Celine, which was kept a secret by her own choice, his mind went dark.

It was a month and a week later. A month and a week of being locked inside that sickening place, with miserable soldiers obeying their evil queen.

They were escorting him to her bedroom. This past month, Amarantha had been trying to torture information out of him- the whereabouts of his court and army.

As he held strong, he gave her the name of the court of nightmares, hoping that would keep her distracted from Velaris. But when a few days later he was informed of half of that court being slaughtered, Rhys truly began fearing.

Celine- she was still out before he shielded the place. Had she figured how to get in? Was she still outside of the borders? Did Amarantha kill her too?

No- she couldn’t have. She was his mate. He would feel her if she- if she died.

But he knew that Amarantha’s search had to end as she would quickly be able to find his family, court and mate. He was desperate, willing to do anything to avoid that kind of disaster, that kind of danger to his loved ones.

But as she told him her repulsive needs, his “only” choice of protecting whatever he needed to protect- Rhys thought he was going to vomit.

He couldn’t, no, no, no, he couldn’t. He was engaged to his mate, about to be married and held a strong loyalty to her and her only- and also he would never in his life touch such a disgusting female as Amarantha in such way.

“Stop trying to change my mind. It’s either you please me, Rhysand or forget about your people” there was that wicked smile again, the one he hated so badly.

His silence annoyed her though so she decided to make Rhys aware that she knew far more than she expected him to.

“Do not even for a moment think” she grabbed his chin and made him look as her, as her soldiers restrained him “that i’m not aware of that pretty little female of yours. Celine, isn’t it?”

His eyes widened.

“Don’t you fucking dare-“ he growled in her face.

“oh no, no do not think of using such vile tone to me, will you sweetheart?” her claws drew blood on his cheeks. “wasn’t really a smart choice, to build your home with her where it can be found. Where you that foolish that you thought the fiancée of a high lord would be kept a secret?”

He couldn’t breathe, he was going to burst. Had she gotten to Celine? Dis they have her now? Gods,et her be safe.

Please, he begged to any available higher power.

But it seemed like his prayer wasn’t heard, as Amarantha began undressing him. The soldiers held him tighter as he thrashed around.

“Please- please there must be another way- I can give you anything” his begging again fell on deaf ears, as she undressed herself too.

She layed on the bed, legs spread as she nodded her head down to her heat. And as they forced his head down to her, his heart fell as he became aware of what was happening.

Rhys obeyed with what was expected of him, getting her to her high twice as his face was covered in her and he so desperately tried not to vomit. Only for the safety of his love- he kept reminding himself.

Would his love understand? Would his love be disgusted with him after what he just did?

But as Amarantha pulled him up and ordered her soldiers away, he again prayed that his mate would forgive him, as he entered the witch.

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|| Limitless ||

[CHAPTER 8]

SYNOPSIS: Gojo Satoru, a big time artist, who’s known for leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake wherever he goes. And you, the lead guitarist of an upcoming band, who’s absolutely certain that no one will ever love you. Through an accident in which you happened to kiss Gojo in a frantic state, you both decide, via convenience alone—and zero regard for both of your managers—to pull a fake dating stunt what could go wrong? Any press is good press…right?

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Three days later you found yourself stood in front of Gojo’s office again.

You’d never been there before three days ago, but once again you had no problem finding it. The staff scurrying out of it with misty eyes and a terrified expression was a dead give away. Not to mention that Gojo’s was the only one in the hallway completely void of pictures of kids, pets or significant others. Not even a copy of his album cover with the hit song that had won him a Grammy. You knew about all the awards he’d won from a quick google search you’d done the previous day. Just dark brown wood with a metal plaque that read; Satoru Gojo.

You had felt a bit like a creep the night before, scrolling through his Wikipedia page and going through as much information you could find out about him. Unlucky for you, he was reserved and didn’t let the press know much about him. Still you’d quashed yourself the feelings, telling yourself that a thorough background check could be considered mandatory before embarking on a fake-dating relationship.

You took a deep breath before knocking and then another between Satoru’s “Come in” and the moment you finally managed to force yourself to open the door. When you entered the offices he didn’t immediately look up and continued to type on his PC. “My office hours were over five minutes ago, so—“

“It’s me.”

His hands halted, hovering and inch or so above the keyboards then he turned his chair towards you. “Y/N.”

There was something about the way he talked. Maybe it was an accent, maybe it was just the quality of his voice. You didn’t quite know what, but it’s was there, in the way he said your name. Precise. Careful. Feel. Unlike anyone else. Familiar—impossibly so.

“What did you say to her?” You asked, trying not to care about how Satoru Gojo spoke. “The woman who ran out crying.”

It took him a moment to remember that less than sixty seconds ago there had been someone in the office—someone whom he clearly made cry. “I just gave her feedback on something she wrote.”

You nodded, silently thanking all the gods you were not a member of his staff team and never would be, and studied your surroundings.

He had a corner office, of course. Two windows that together must total who knows how many square metered of glass, and so much light, just standing in the middle of the room would cure twenty people’s seasonal depression. It made sense. With all the money he brought in, along with the prestige, that he’d be given a nice space. You on the other hand, didn’t even have your own office or filming booth, you just went where you were told and nine times out of ten the booths would smell of sweat and the offices would be with other people you didn’t know.

“I was going to email you. I talked to my publicity manager.” Satoru told you, and you looked back at him.

He was gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. You pulled it back and took a seat.

“About you.”

“Oh.” You stomach dropped. You’d much rather his publicity manager didn’t know about your existence. Then again, you’d also rather not be in this rooms with Satoru Gojo, have to go to shows, have climate change be a thing. And yet.

“Well, about us,” he amended. “And social media regulations.”

“What did they say?”

“There’s nothing against us dating—though they don’t recommend it—and we are free to keep it a secret. Unless of course it’s gets out then we don’t have a choice.”

A mix of panic and relief flooded through you.

“However there are some issues to consider. Any of the members of staff in this building could sell us out. Equally, if we get spotted, press may sell us out, which means we simply have to be cautious.”

You nodded. “Fair enough.”

“And I absolutely cannot collaborate with you until this is over.”

You huffed put a laugh. “That won’t be an issue. I wasn’t planning on asking you to collaborate with my band anyway.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Why not? Your band does the same music as I do.”

“Yeah.”

“Then we would collaborate perfectly.”

“Yeah we may, but we don’t plan on collaborating any time soon. Plus, there are millions of people who do our genre music, and if we were going collaborate, I’d argue against it being with you. I’d like to finish the song ideally without crying in the bathroom after every meeting.”

He glared at you.

You shrugged. “No offence. I’m a simple girl, with simple needs.”

To that he lowered his gaze onto the desk but not before you could see the corners of his mouth twitch. When he looked up again, his expression was serious. “So, have you decided?”

You pressed your lips together as he watched you calmly. You took a deep breath before saying, “Yes. Yes I…I want to do it. It’s a good idea actually.”

For so many reasons. It would get Maki and Yuta off your back, but also…also everyone else. It was as if since the rumour had begun to spread, people had been too intimidated by you to give you the usual shit. The staff had quit trying switch the bands nice 2pm sessions with their nasty, horrible, life-sucking 8pm ones. People had stopped cutting in front of you at the coffee shop next door. And two different staff members had been trying to get ahold of you to potential work under your band as well. It felt a little unfair to exploit this hugged misunderstanding, but this was lawless territory and your life had been nothing but miserable for the past two years. You had learnt to get away with whatever you could. And if some—okay most staff looked at you suspiciously because you were dating Satoru Gojo so be it. You friends seemed to be largely fine with this, if a little bemused.

Except for Megumi. He’d been avoiding you like you had the pox for three solid days. But Megumi was Megumi—he’d come around.

“Very well then.” He we completely expressionless—almost too expressionless.

Like it was no big deal and he didn’t care either way; like if you’d said no, it wouldn’t have changed a thing for him.

“Though, I’ve been thinking about this a lot.”

He waited for you to continue.

“And I think that I would be best if we lay down some ground rules, before starting.”

“Ground rules?”

“Yes. You know. What are we allowed and not allowed to do. What we can expect from this arrangement. I think that’s pretty standard protocol, before embarking on a fake-dating relationship.”

He tilted his head. “Standard protocol?”

“Yup.”

“How many times have you done this?”

“Zero. But I’m familiar with the trope.”

“The…what?” He blinked at you, confused.

You ignored him. “Okay.” You inhaled deeply and lifted your index finger. “First of all, this should be a strictly in the work place agreement. Not that I think you’d want to meet me out of work but I’m worried about the press. And just incase you were planning to kill two birds with one stone and being home a date for Christmas—”

“I wasn’t.”

“Huh?”

“I wasn’t planning to ask you to celebrate Christmas with me. But also my family don’t really celebrate.”

“Oh.” You pondered it for a moment. “That’s something a fake girlfriend should probably know.”

The ghost of a smile appeared on his mouth, but he said nothing.

“Okay. Second rule. Actually it could be interpreted as an extension of the first rule. But—” You bit into your lip, willing yourself to bring it up—“no sex.”

For several moments he simply didn’t move. Not even a millimetre. Then his lips parted, but no sound came out, and that’s when you realised you had just rendered Satoru Gojo speechless. Which would have been funny any other day, but the fact that he seemed dumbfounded by you not wanting to include sex in your fake-dating relationship made your stomach sink.

Had he assumed you would? Was it something you’d said? Should you explain you’d had very little sex in your life? That for years you’d wondered whether you were asexual and you had only recently realised you might be able to experience sexual attraction, but only with people you trusted deeply? That if for some inexplicable reason Satoru wanted to have sex with you, you weren’t going to be able to go through with it?

“Listen”— you made to stand from the chair, panic rising in your throat—“I’m sorry, but if one of the reasons you offered to fake-date is that your thought we would—”

“No.” The word half exploded out of him. He looked genuinely appalled. “I’m shocked that you’d even feel the need to bring it up.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks heating at the indignation in his voice. Right. Of course he didn’t expect that. Or even want that, with you. Look at him—why would he? “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume—”

“No, it makes sense to be up-front. I was just surprised.”

“I know.” You nodded. Honestly, you were a little surprised too. That you were sitting in Satoru Gojo’s office, talking about sex—not only the meiosis kind of sex, but potential sexual intercourse between the two of you. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

“It’s okay. This whole thing is weird.” The silence between you stretched, and you noticed that he was blushing faintly. Just a dust of red, but he looked so…you couldn’t stop staring.

“No sex,” he confirmed with a nod.

You had to clear your throat to shake yourself out of inspecting the shape and colour of his cheekbones.

“No sex.” You repeated clearing your throat. “Okay. Third. It’s not really a rule, but here goes: I won’t date anyone else. As in real dating. It would be messy and complicated and everyone and…” You hesitated. Should you tell him? Was it too much information? Did he need to know? Oh, well. Why not, at this point? It wasn’t like you hadn’t kissed the man, or brought up sec in his place of work. “I don’t date, anyway. Yuta was an exception. I’ve never…I’ve never dated seriously before, and it’s probably for the best. This job is stressful enough, and I have my friends, and my music, and honestly there’s better things to use my time for.” The last few words came out like more defensively than you’d intended.

Satoru simply stared, saying nothing.

“But you can, of course,” you added hastily. “Thought I’d appreciate if you could avoid telling people in the—well anyone—just so I don’t look like and idiot and you don’t look like your cheating on me and rumours don’t balloon out of control. It would benefit you, too, since you’re trying to look like you’re in a committed relationship—”

“I won’t.”

“Okay. Great. Thanks. I know lying by omission can be a pain, but—”

“I mean, I won’t date someone else.”

There was a certainty, a finality in his tone that took you by surprise. You could only nod even though you wanted to protest that he couldn’t possibly do that, even though a million questions surfaced in your mind. Ninety-nine percent of them were inappropriate and not your business, so you shooed them away.

“Okay. Fourth. We obviously can’t keep on doing this forever, so we should give ourselves a deadline.”

He pressed his lips together. “When would that be?”

“Im not sure. A month or so would probably be enough to convince Maki that I’m firmly over Yuta. But it might not be enough on your end, so…you tell me.”

He mulled it. Then nodded once. “May twenty-ninth.”

It was a little over a month from now. But also… “that’s a weirdly specific date.” You racked your head, trying to figure out why it could be meaningful. The only thing that came to mind was that you’d be in Boston that week for a charity show.

“It’s the day after my contract is reviewed. They will be deciding whether they are going to renew it or terminate it.”

“I see. Well, then, let’s agree that in May twenty-ninth we part ways. I’ll tell Maki that our breakup was amicable but that I’m a little sad about it because I still have a bit of a crush on you.” You grinned at him. “Just so she won’t suspect that I’m still hung up in Yuta. Okay.” You took a deep breath. “Fifth and last.”

This was the tricky one. The one you were afraid he would object to. You noticed that you were wringing your hands and placed them firmly in your lap.

“For this to work we should probably…do things together. Every once in a while?”

“Things?”

“Things. Stuff.”

“Stuff,” he repeated dubiously.

“Yep. Stuff. What do you do for fun?” He was probably into something atrocious, like cow-tipping excursions or Japanese beetle fighting. Maybe he collected porcelain dolls. Maybe he was an avid geocacher. Maybe he frequented vaping conventions. Oh God.

“Fun?” He repeated, like he’s never heard the word before.

“Yeah. What do you do when you’re not at work.”

The length of the time that passed between your question and his answer was alarming. “Sometimes I work at home, too. And I work out. And I sleep.”

You had to actively stop yourself from face-palming. “Um, great. Anything else?”

“What do you do for fun?” He asked, somewhat defensively.

“Plenty of things. I…” Go to the movies. Thought you hadn’t been since the last time Megumi had dragged you. Play board games. But every single one of your friends was too busy lately so not that, either. You’d participated in a volleyball tournament, but it had been over a year ago.

“Um. I work out?” You would have loved to wipe that sumg expression off his face. So much. “Whatever. We should do something together on a regular basis. I don’t know, maybe get coffee? Like, once a week? Just for ten minutes at a place where people, not the press but people we know, could easily see us. I know it sounds annoying and a waste of time, but it’ll be super short, and it would makes the fake dating more credible, and—“

“Sure.”

Oh.

You thought it would take more convincing. A lot more. Then again, this was in his interest too. He needed his contractors to believe in their relationship if he was to cajole them into renewing his contract.

“Okay. Um..” you forced yourself to stop wondering why he was being so accommodating and tried to visualise your schedule. “How about Thursday?”

He angled his chair to face his computer and pulled up a calendar app. It was so fully of colourful boxes and your felt a surge of vicarious anxiety.

“It works before eleven a.m. and after seven p.m.”

“Ten?”

He turned back to you. “Ten’s good.”

“Okay.” You waited for him to type it in, but he made no move to. “Aren’t you going to add it to your calendar?”

“I’ll remember.” He told you evenly.

“Okay, then.” You made and effort to smile, and it felt relatively sincere. Way more sincere than any smile you’d ever thought you’d been able to muster in Satoru Gojo’s presence. “Great. Fake-dating Thursday it is.”

A line appeared between his eyebrows, “why do you keep saying that?”

“Saying what?”

“‘Fake dating.’ like it’s a thing.”

“Because it is. Do you not watch rom-coms?”

He stared at you with a puzzled expression, until you cleared your throat and looked down at your knees. “Right.” God, you had nothing in common. You’d never find anything to talk about. Your ten minute coffee-breaks we’re going to be the most painful, awkward parts of your already painful, awkward weeks.

But Maki was going to have her beautiful love story, and you wouldn’t have to wait ages to finally do a Cancer Awareness Campaign. That was all that mattered.

You stood and thrust your hand out to him, figuring that every fake-dating arrangement deserved at lead a handshake. Satoru studied it hesitantly for a couple seconds. Then he stood, clasped your fingers. He stared at your joined hands before meeting your eyes. And you ordered yourself not to notice the softness of his skin, or how tall he was, or…anything else about him. When he finally let go, you had to make a conscious effort not to inspect your hand.

Had he done something to you? It sure felt like it. Your flesh was tingling.

“When do you want to start?”

“How about next week?” It was Friday. Which meant that you had fewer days than seven to psychologically prepare for the experience of getting coffee with Satoru Gojo. You knew that you could do this—if you had worked your way up to being in a band and kicking your stage fright in the ass, you could do anything, or as good as—but it still seemed like a horrible idea.

“Sounds good.”

It was happening. Oh God. “Let’s meet in the downstairs coffee shop. It’s where most of the staff and well—anyone who comes here at all—goes to get coffee. Someone’s bound to spot us.” You headed for the door, pausing to glance back at Gojo. “I guess I’ll see you for fake-dating Thursday, then?”

He was still standing behind his desk, arms crossed in his chest. Looking at you. Looking entirely less irritated by this mess than you’d ever had expecting. Looking…nice. “See you, Y/N.”

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I have so much in store for this fic I’m genuinely debating making a discord server so that I can pester you guys with spoilers and talk to you guys about stuff bc there’s literally SO MUCH to tell

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[joenotexotic99]

Hello! I just saw your Sub!Five post and I must say it's a masterpiece! Is there any possibility you can write some more? Us Doms are running on crumbs for Sub!Five lol.

A/n: I am soooo sorry this took so long love. My life as been a roller coaster these last few weeks and I have had so much writer's block. However I really do hope I have delivered some quality content <3

Five Hargreaves x F!reader

Warnings: hard-ish Dom reader sub!five, language, smut, I was partially high while writing some of this (don't do drugs,) use of handcuffs and blindfold, hand job, unprotected sex (it won't harm her to wear some armor) oral sex f! Receiving. 

Summary: five didn't come home when he promised.

Word count: 1.5k

Five didn't come home on time.

Five promised you that he would be home by the time dinner was ready. Before he left earlier that day you explicitly remember him saying that's when he would get home.

And yet dinner has already been over with and done. You even cleaned up the table. Put away the leftovers, clean and washed the dishes. Putting them in the dishwasher. Cleaned and swept the kitchen. Took a shower and brushed your teeth. You put on your pajamas for the night. And now you sat on the couch re-watching an old show. Day turned night.

Still five was yet to return home. He lied. He lied to you. He could be anywhere right now, in any time period for that matter. But at this very moment he was supposed to be in your shared home. Now here you were, alone. You trust him enough to know how to handle himself and hold his own. Therefore he should know that actions have consequences.

As you stared at the TV mounted to your wall you heard the oh so familiar squeak of the front door opening followed by five setting down his briefcase and removing his shoes. 

Rounding the corner into the living room he immediately saw you under the soft light of the lamp with an expression on your face that was anything but joy. It took five a solid second to realize what he had done. Before he squeezed his eyes shut and ran his hands over his face and through his hair.

"Shit I'm sorry"

You got up off the couch before slowly making your way to him. Talking as you walked.

"You're sorry?" You scoffed

"God yes I'm so sorry. Time slipped and I didn't reali-" 

"What time did you say you would get home?" You asked keeping your voice calm

"Before dinner" five said, keeping his head down

"That's right. Now you see dinner was at six thirty. And what time is it now?" You asked now infront of five

Five checked his wrist watch before continuing.

"Ten" five swallow the lump in his throat. Still staring down at his feet

"Look at me five." You said lifting up his head with your fingers "So you're admitting that you didn't do as promised?" You continued to ask

"Yes" five said quietly

"And what happens when you break the rules like this?" You already know the answer but hearing him say it is simply so so much better.

"I get punished" 

"Mhhmh, so you think that you deserved to get punished?" You asked. Making sure he consented.

"Yes" he said, voice still ever so quiet

"What was that?" you said, teasing him.

"yes I do think I deserved to be punished"

"Good, now I'm going I'm going to finish this episode and you are going to walk up to the bedroom and take off every clothing item off your body. And if you're good I might let you choose what punishment you think you deserve. Sounds good to you baby boy?" You explained, walking back to the couch and getting back cozy under the blanket you had.

Five nodded before making his way to the stairs and disappearing into the bedroom.

If you're honest you didn't pay much attention to the rest of the episode. Nonetheless you waited and waited. You even watched one more for good measure. And to your surprise you didn't hear one whine or complain from upstairs.

After a good solid forty-five minutes passed you dug for the remote to pause the show and turn off the TV. Removing the blanket and leisurely walking your way to the bedroom. You opened the door to see five in the middle of the bed leaning against the headboard.

As expected he didn't seem so pleased

"I don't think you just finished one episode"

You walk towards the closet to get out the old case file box that was now filled with things much more fun than files. You picked out a nice pair of handcuffs before pulling out a few different colors of blind folds. Before making your way to five.

"Doesn't feel nice waiting for longer than you have to, does it?"

Five lower his head down before mumbling a quiet "no"

You laid the silk blindfolds down next to five before looking up.

"I didn't hear a single complaint when I was downstairs. And because of that you can pick one of these blindfolds" 

Five surveyed over his choices before picking up his pick and handing it to you.

"Red, perfect" you said as you kissed his head. Putting away the rest of the blindfolds.

"Now do you think that you deserved to be cuffed?" You asked, turing back to five

Five nodded and hummed before you dug your guy's favorite pair. The cuffs were thick and smooth black leather that was held by a silver chain and extended to be able to clip to the headboard.

You took his wrist and slid his hands through the cuffs before tightening it snug.

"How does that feel my sweet boy?"

"good"

You hummed in response before lifting his hands up to clip it to the small hook you have on your bed frame.

You went to straddle his lap before taking his head in your hands and laying a sweet kiss to his lips. Leaning back you took the silk cloth and tied the blindfolds across five.

"Color?" You asked

"Green" five responded

"Wonderful"

You slid off of five's lap to remove the pajamas you had put on earlier whilst you waited for five to return home. Before situating back to where you were moments earlier.

You slowly creeped your hand down five's torso. Feeling the muscles of his abdomen move under your fingertips. You continued the descent down his body until you were met with the tip of his cock.

Slowly you took a light hold of it and ran your thumb over the slit spreding the pre cum. You watched five's Adam apple bob as he swallowed. You took your time moving your hand up and down his dick. Never moving your hand fast enough to make him finish. Instead five begged you to move your hand faster. Pleases rolled off his tongue. Each time you denied. Continuing your slow, agonizing pace.

Eventually your movements came to a halt. Depriving five of his already little amount of friction he was getting.

"Whycha stop?" Five said breathlessly

You didn't reply, instead you simply raised yourself up before sinking down onto his cock.

Five cried out from shock and pleasure. His hands fought against the handcuffs, wanting to touch you. Let you know that he was yours and yours only.

You weren't slow this time. You fucked him with an eager pace. Moaning out. You leaned down into fives neck. Kissing and biting. Making hickies that you knew five was going to beg later to have you cover up. 

You made your way with your mouth to his ear.

"You will not come until I say you can" you whispered.

All poor five could do was whine a pathetic 'ok' 

You continued your pace. Up and down. Taking your breasts into your hands. It made even better knowing how much five loved them You didn’t stop till way after you finished.

You didn't stop until you could see how much five was struggling to hold back and not finish without you telling him that he could.

"You think you've learned your lesson pretty boy?" You said while slowing down your pace

"Yes yes I have. I've learned my lesson." Five said on the brink of tears

"Will it happen again?"

"No it won't, I promise. Never" five stated

You picked up your previous pace. Fast and hard. It drove five wild. It was overwhelming delicious pleasure. Nothing short of filthy satisfaction.

"You can come five" you announced

And it was over. Five spilled into you. His mouth opened with no sound coming out. You let him ride his high. Stopping when you could tell it was becoming too much. 

You reached over to the bedside table to grab the key and get five out of the cuffs. Then you took off the blind fold.

It took five a second to adjust to the light before his eyes met yours. You took his wrist into your hand making sure he was alright.

"Thank you" he said out of breath.

You smiled before leaning down and giving him a peck on the lips. Then proceed to get off and lay next to where he was.

"Well you gonna clean me up?" You asked

Five chuckled before moving between your legs and diving down lapping up your arousal. The taste of both him and you on his tongue. He may have come home too late but at least his meal is delectable.