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chrollohearttags · 2 months ago

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love thy neighbor • r. sukuna

(Y/N) moves into an apartment complex on the other side of town and winds up living right next door to one of the most notorious drug dealers in the city nonetheless! But looks can be deceiving…

📝: black!fem plus size reader, plug!sukuna, age gap (6 years or so) mentions of toxic relationship and baby trapping, religious trauma, anxiety, alcohol + drug use, comfort + fluff and angst to smut, missionary, prone bone, oral sex, reader cries during, daddy is used a couple times, size difference, lots of kissing, positive affirmations, creampie

wc: 3.0K

🎙️: I swear imma get back to posting regularly! I’m just being lazy and hating my writing rn (it sucks) 😭 but I hope y’all enjoy

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you didn’t know what to expect when you found yourself residing on the same floor as plug!sukuna..it was your first time living on your own. Fresh out of your parents’ house with minimal belongings and all of the savings you had managed to scrounge over the years. Enough to cover first and last month’s rent with some extra left over..working as a receptionist in a local doctors office by day and offering online tutoring services at night to suffice your income. You'd return home from your shift, ready to relax by at least eight o clock..meanwhile, plug!sukuna was just beginning his night. Heading out into the streets to do God knows what until the early morning hours. But he’d never leave until he’d done two things: said hello and made sure that you were straight. You never really understood the logic behind it..especially considering the fact that you weren’t exactly close friends or even acquaintances beforehand. Hell, he didn’t know you at all and yet, he was just as kind as an old lady bringing you cookies to welcome you to the neighboorhood.

nonetheless, plug!sukuna would always tell you “..keep that door locked, don’t answer that shit for nobody and call me if you need anything, aight?” his deep voice was the last voice you’d heard for the evening and the first when you awoke in the morning. Sometimes, he’d even bring you breakfast per your request and you’d eat together. You’d cut off all ties to your controlling, religious fanatic family and the narcissistic ex who’d all but attempted to stick you with a kid you didn’t want and turn you into his personal doll…trapped inside of the house with no purpose other than to serve him. It was the way all of the men in your former faith operated. But you weren’t interested. Not in the slightest. In fact, you wanted change so drastic, it’d make their goddamn heads spin! Over time, you’d grow closer to plug!sukuna. His second long check ins and warnings became full blown conversations as the two of you congregated downstairs in the pool area or at the mailbox for a cup of coffee. A cigarette dangling from his fingertips to go light once he went outside.

“I know this place seems nice and all from first glance but…imma let you in on a lil’ secret, baby. It’s all types of people who come here..looking for trouble and hell, I’m not gonna lie to you. I’m part of the reason. That’s why I tell you to keep your door locked. Your pretty ass answers for the wrong person and somebody is bound to try and take advantage. ‘Damn shame I’d have to fuck someone up if something were to happen to you..”

plug!sukuna was sweet and endearing in his own right. But that’s what drew you into him..he was the very antithesis to what you knew men to be. Brutally honest yet so empathetic to your feelings. Rough as hell around the edges but a total gentleman. He may have done horrible things but he was a good guy..the best damn one you’d ever met. Unbeknownst to him, you’d watch him from the window leaving out; others surrounding him in the parking lot in similar cars. Blacked out with tinted windows..doing sleight of hand to pass something to other tenants who you’d recognized. Only what you could assume to be drugs. A couple of the guys you’d recognized from church, talking to deacons and pastors..now it’d all made so much more sense. Even so, plug!sukuna kept you out of that part of his life as much as possible. Eventually, some months would pass and it was a secret to no one that you’d grown quite fond of him..damn near smitten even.

however, plug!sukuna was adamant on not taking it there with you! He’d admitted himself that you were beautiful and in another life, any other circumstances..he wouldn’t hesitate to make you his. The problem was, you were still too vulnerable and he was knee deep in a lifestyle he wanted you to steer clear from. You were healing from years of trauma and downright abuse..trying to navigate this world on your own. If he were any other scumbag, he could have easily sucked you into his world and had you out here doing his bidding.

“(Y/N) baby..do you know how many girls just like you..who leave bad situations and end up in worse ones because some nasty motherfucker saw how vulnerable they were and used that to their advantage? How many girls went from being in the church to being on their knees for some pimp? I care too much ‘bout you to let that happen. I’m no good for you, I swear. You’d only end up hurt because I can’t give you all of me. Shit, I can’t even promise I’d make a good boyfriend. I’m selfish as hell, I’m always gone..I’ve slept with more women than I can remember. What could you possibly want with somebody like me, huh? What could I possibly do for you, (y/n)?”

but you saw right through plug!sukuna’s facade. He was gentle at heart..a romantic even. He wanted his person to spoil and adore just as much as you did. The streets were his only love for most of his life. He’d seen many things but nothing quite like you..those round, doe eyes; so innocent and pure. Pouty lips, chubby cheeks and the soft, ringlet curls that surrounded that gorgeous face. That soft, plump body and those thighs that rubbed together when you walked away. He wanted to devour you whole sometimes..many nights had plug!sukuna lied in his bed next door, thinking of you being on top of him. Those perky breasts jiggling as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Those nails clawed at his chest as sweat poured down his skin. But those thoughts were far too lewd and disgusting for someone like you! He was ashamed of even having them. But he couldn’t help himself..especially when that sweet, airy voice all but begged him to take you.

“Because I love you, Ryo..I love everything about you. Even the bad shit. I don’t care what you do because it’s not who you are..you’re the man that brings me food and coffee in the morning so I don’t have to rush before work. You’re the man who kisses my forehead when he leaves because you know, deep down..it could be the last time I see you. You’re the man who calls me every time he hears a gunshot or sirens because he worries himself sick about me when I’m not near him. You carry my laundry baskets and groceries, you clean my apartment while I’m sleeping because I’m too tired. And not once have you ever tried to touch me. You never made me repay you with sex or anything. You could easily hurt me and you can’t even bring yourself to raise your voice, even when I’m dead fucking wrong. No one has ever cared about me that much, boyfriend or otherwise and I don’t give a damn if you sell drugs or blow up buildings. A man who’d do all of that for me and never asks for anything in return is exactly who I want.”

plug!sukuna found himself dumbstruck for the first time in a long time..standing there with your small hand cradling his chiseled jaw, tears streaming down your face, he’d find that his own eyes were welling and burning. He’d never heard anyone speak about him in such a way. “Damn, I guess you can read me like a book.” Hell, he’d never acted that way with anyone else either. Yet here he was, treating you like a princess. He couldn’t pretend anymore..he had to be honest with you..and himself.

“I—I love you too, (y/n). So much..”

“Then make me yours. Right now..right here.”

“you know once we do this, we can’t go back..”

“Please..leaving the past behind is kind of my thing.”

it didn’t take long for your lips to meet in a fiery haze, tongues intertwined in a moment of heated bliss. Your hands roaming one another’s bodies as moans slipped through..your clothes all but becoming discarded heaps on the living room floor like a movie scene cliche. His lips traced from your neck to your collarbone; slightly dredging his teeth along the skin in the process.

“Here, baby..take my hand.” plug!sukuna, in one fell swoop hoisted you into his arms as if you weighed practically next to nothing. Continuing to feed you those slow kisses, he’d carry you to a nearby wall and part your thighs. With your legs resting on his shoulders, he’d mark every inch of you. From your sensitive nipples which he cradled in his mouth to that pudgy tummy he loved so much to that juicy center, which was practically leaking for him.

“This all me? Just from some kissing?..” “This is nothing. I touch myself every night thinking about you..you should see the mess I make then.” plug!sukuna could barely sate his urges now, hearing how nasty this supposedly innocent girl was for him! He wasted no time slithering his tongue into that aching cunt. Swirling it around on that throbbing clit, spitting into those pretty pink folds and those succulent brown lips encasing them. He feasted like a man unhinged; greedy and selfish as fuck, just like he claimed. You’d grasp a hold of those dark reddish and black locks, grinding yourself into his face. Rubbing his nose in between your slit.

“Mmmph! Ryo…” “Yeah, fuck my face. Don’t hold back now. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

plug!sukuna would eat your pussy until he heard you sobbing and felt that orgasm come barreling out. Your tight hole spasming on air as those juices trickled down his throat, chest and mouth. He couldn’t help but to laugh as he watched you writhe in pleasure. Attempting to push him away as you rode out that orgasm.

“Wha—how did you?—“ “What? I told you..I’ve had a lot of practice.” Choosing to omit the fact that he’d fantasized about you sitting on his face more times than he could count. Tossing you a wink and one final lick before carting you over to the sofa. Where he laid you down gently against the cushions…pinning those legs back whilst hovering over you. The entire time, he couldn’t take his gaze away from those gorgeous eyes..they glimmered so bright. Full of lust, adoration and excitement. No matter how much you smiled, he always sensed a certain emptiness behind them. A light stolen from you and now, he hoped to reignite it.

observing your movements, plug!sukuna began to chuckle when he saw you pawing at his crotch. So eager to unsheathe that hard on from his boxers. He could tell that the shy, bashful demeanor you presented was only a front. If given the opportunity, he could turn you into his personal slut with ease..but for now, he wanted to focus solely on making love to you. Giving you every part of him that he’d long to for months now. You’d examine his chiseled torso, reaching up to caress his abs and trace your fingertips along his various tattoos. But you couldn’t distract yourself from how large that bulge was..protruding and leaking with precum…

“Can I?—“ Go ahead, baby..take it out.” And without hesitation, you’d tug that elastic waistband back and let it spring forth. He was so girthy and long. Clean shaven and although he was erect now, you could tell he was huge even when flaccid. Nonetheless, plug!sukuna grasped those thick thighs of yours and mounted in between them; gliding that aching tip along your folds. ”Now you tell me if it hurts, okay baby? If I see you flinch or look uncomfortable, I’m pulling the fuck out. We clear?” And you knew when he spoke, that was law. Nodding in agreement, you’d consent to his terms as you rubbed your folds, waiting for him.

“Good..and tap my arm if you can’t talk. I’m ‘bout to start moving. You ready?” with your permission, he’d glide in slowly and immediately, he thought he’d seen stars! Plug!sukuna, by his own volition, had been with countless girls. From strippers to models, but never had he felt pussy this tight! The warmth immediately cradling him and not letting go. He’d suck his teeth before muttering a single ‘fuck’ under his breath. You were going to be some pressure, he was certain of it. But he’d continue on, gathering his footing and working that cock into your entrance. A single pop, along with wet, squishing sounds rang out across that living room as you lie underneath him.

“Goddamn…your shit feels incredible, baby. I know you had some good pussy..I can tell just by looking at you.” Forcing a wide, toothy smile on your face. You’d never heard him talk so vulgar but it was the side you’d brought out. He was officially obsessed!

“Yeah? Well I’ve been wanting to give it to for so long..I never thought you’d fuck me..”

“I kept you waiting, huh? I’m sorry..guess it just means we gotta make up for lost time then, huh?”

plug!sukuna was thrilled to know that he’d no longer have to hold back because you were on the same wavelength. You’d have no issues matching his energy..so with that, he’d speed up those thrusts. Pounding you with gentle but well paced strokes. The sound of your thighs and skin slamming together, coupled with the sounds of both your moans, made for a beautiful chorus. Your hands around his neck, scratching at his back; legs around his waist and his muscular arms planted right at your sides. Drilling you just as you’d requested and there was no limits between the two of you.

“Yes! Keep fucking meeee..oh my goodness. I’m gonna come again!”

“You’re so fucking cute..damn..” adoring how you sounded squealing and laughing as you met his thrusts. He couldn’t believe how receptive you were and how it took no time at all for you to open up.

“And you look so pretty taking all this dick for daddy. I can’t stop staring at you.” That deep voice showering you with praise as his thick cock thrashed around your insides. Even though you had always been a bigger girl, he made you feel so dainty and small..like a precious treasure he never wanted to lose. “You deserve this, baby..to get fucked just like this. To be spoiled and get whatever you want. I can put you up..you ain’t ever gotta worry about shit. Not a bill, not rent, your family..I got you, baby. I promise. I love you..” You believed every single word and clung to them with every fiber you had. You’d never had anyone treat you with such grace and care before..and that wasn’t the end. He’d continue doting. Telling you how proud he was of you and how far you'd come. How he admired your strength to get out of your situation…he was in awe. plug!sukuna would continue singing your praises until he looked up and spotted tears coming down your face. He was tempted to stop until you told him that you were just fine. He on the other hand..was struggling to maintain his stamina.

“No no..please don’t stop. You just make me feel so good. No one has ever fucked me like this.”

but that alone seemed to ignite a second wind and in a moment of haste, you’d find yourself flipped over into your stomach with his entire body weight shifted on top of you.

“You mean that, baby?” Those outer fangs of his teeth glistening and mouth slicked with saliva as he began pounding you once more..hands pinned to your back and his frame covering your own. The plumpness of that ass ricocheting off of him as he penetrated those walls. You’d come once again, dripping onto the leather couch and making that aforementioned mess he’d been dying to see. This time, his pace was rougher..less structured and sporadic. He couldn’t help it..he was running on pure fumes, trying to give you the first time experience you deserved. Tugging your head back by those thick curls, plug!sukuna fed you the deeper strokes he could muster until those chocolate eyes rolled back.

“Y-yes! This dick is amazing..”

“Tell me who it belongs to. Who’s this good pussy belong to now?”

“Y-you, daddy. It’s yours! Oh fuck..”

never having uttered such lewd words in your entire life, you reveled in the fact that he had been the one to bring this side out. And now, you were about to bring a side out of him. One far more vulnerable than the public witnessed..one that would beg you to let him come inside of you and cry out your name in sweet ecstasy as he did so. You’d feel those warm seeds pouring into your womb as he came to a halt and you welcomed them. plug!sukuna didn’t hesitate to swaddle you in his arms for kisses and comfort.

“I don’t want this to end..tell me it doesn’t have to, Ryo. Can we be this way forever?”

“We can stay like this for as long as you want, baby. I’m not going anywhere.“

and it was a promise he intended to keep. Not just as your neighbor or the guy next door looking over you. But now, as your lover and the man who’d never leave your side.

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hanniebaeee · 2 months ago

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Something Like Love

Han Jisung x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, suggestive MDNI

Genre: friends/friends with benefits to lovers, fluff

Summary: You've been in love with Minho for so long, but he's already in a relationship - a really toxic one. And your best friend Jisung, who is also like your best friend with benefits, is your only source of comfort. And it looks like there's more cooking here than just benefits.

Your favorite fuzzy blanket did absolutely nothing to cushion the blow of watching Hana shove her tongue down Minho's throat in her Instagram story. You’ve watched it three times now (you didn’t even know why but you liked torturing yourself).

Why does he stay with her? She was bossy and such a narcissist! Jisung noticed the pout on your face and sighed, plopping down beside you.

“Put that away,” He said softly, wrestling the phone off your hand and tossing it aside.

You looked at him and saw him giving you that look. The one that made you wonder why you even want Minho in the first place.

You huffed, throwing your head back dramatically.

“She was literally eating Minho’s face like it was her last meal. And he looked so miserable, Ji. Miserable!”

Jisung raised an eyebrow as he popped open the wine bottle.

“Maybe he likes being miserable. Some people are into that. Like you and this whole ‘pining after your taken best friend’ thing.” Jisung teased, and you glared at him.

But he just grinned, handing you a glass of wine.

“Don’t.” you bit out.

“Don’t what? Tell you the truth? That you’re wasting your time on Minho when you could be -”

“Jisung.”

“Fine, fine.” He threw his hands up in mock surrender, but there was that glint in his eye. That Jisung glint. The one that promised things you didn’t want to think about right now.

Because Jisung? Jisung was safe. He was your comfort zone. The guy who knows exactly when to show up, exactly what to say (or not say), and exactly how to make you forget about Minho.

Like right now.

He set his wine down, leaned back, and patted his lap. “Come here.”

You hesitated, because you know where this is going. It wasn't like this was your first rodeo. But tonight, with Minho’s stupidly gorgeous, miserable face burned into your brain, you didn’t have the energy to resist.

You climbed into Jisung’s lap, and he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Let it go, babe” Jisung said softly. “You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. But you can make out with your incredibly sexy boy here to forget about him.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously good in bed,” he shot back, leaning in closer.

“Why am I even friends with you?”

“Because I’m the only one who puts up with your Minho obsession and gives you orgasms on the regular.”

You slapped his arm, but he caught your hand, tugging you closer with a smug grin.

“Come on,” he murmured, voice dipping. “Let me take care of you.”

And that’s how it always is with Jisung. No questions. No strings. Just heat and comfort and the kind of laughter that made your tummy ache.

—-

Later, when you were lying in bed, thoroughly spent, he ran his fingers through your hair.

“You know, I’d treat you way better than Minho ever could.” Jisung teased.

“Please. You’d annoy the crap out of me within a week.” you snorted.

“True,” he admitted with a grin, kissing the top of your head. “But at least I wouldn’t make you cry.”

And damn it, if that didn’t make your stupid heart skip a beat.

You weren’t entirely sure why you agreed to this. Maybe it was the way Minho had looked at you, all big, sad eyes and that faint pout you couldn’t resist.

Jisung smirked like the devil himself as he whispered, “We’re gonna regret this so hard, aren’t we?”

Of course you did.

The Christmas market was magical, with the twinkling lights, the scent of cinnamon and mulled wine, and obviously, the company of your friends - but Hana managed to suck the joy out of it faster than the Grinch with a vacuum cleaner.

The mulled wine was too hot. The fudge was too sweet. The carols were too loud.

You gritted your teeth, gripping Jisung's arm so tight. Why the hell were you all letting her lead the way?!

Hana stopped in front of a stall selling silk scarves and picked up a bright pink one.

“Oh this would look good on me,” She announced, and Minho winced before gently saying, “It’s not really your color,”

“Stop thinking about strangling her with that scarf, love.” Jisung whispered in your ear.

You snorted, clapping a hand over your mouth as Hana shot you a glare. “Something funny?”

“Nope,” Jisung said smoothly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Just enjoying the festive spirit.”

“Can you not be so clingy?” Hana snapped at Jisung after she saw him move a strand of hair off your face. “It’s so… obvious.”

“Hana please-” Minho tried. He did.

“Obvious?” you repeated, voice colder than the December air.

Hana raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a condescending smirk.

“I mean, really. Do you need him to hold your hand all the time?”

It took everything in you not to lunge at her, and only Jisung’s firm grip on your wrist stopped you from doing something you’d regret.

“Relax,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. “She’s not worth it.”

“I need to use the bathroom,” you hissed, yanking Jisung on your way, brushing past Minho.

“Why does he need to go with you?” Hana called after you, but you didn’t even glance back.

You stormed through the market, weaving past stalls until you found a quiet corner near a stand selling candied nuts. The scent was almost enough to calm you down. Almost.

“I swear to god, Sungie, I’m gonna -”

Before you could finish, Jisung spun you around and cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“Breathe,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “She’s not worth the jail time.”

“Easy for you to say,” you muttered, but your anger was already starting to melt under his touch.

“I just - ugh, she’s so -”

“I know baby, I know,” Jisung said with a little chuckle.

You huffed out a laugh despite yourself.

“You’ve gotta let it go, babe. And honestly…” He grinned, his lips brushing yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re way cuter when you’re happy.”

“You’re so smooth,” you murmured, but your hands were already fisting in his jacket, pulling him closer.

“And yet, here we are,” he teased, before finally kissing you.

It definitely wasn’t the first time, of course, but it always felt new with Jisung.

When you finally pulled back, your anger had dissolved into something softer, something sweeter.

“You good now?” he asked, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

“Better,” you admitted, resting your head against his chest.

“Good.” He kissed the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you like he could shield you from the world. “Now, let’s get back out there before Hana convinces Minho to buy her that ugly scarf.”

“Do we have to?” You groaned.

“Hey, you dragged me here,” he pointed out with a grin.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I am,” he said, tilting your chin up to kiss you again. “Always.”

The Christmas market outing hadn’t been great, but dinner was starting to look even worse. You all sat at a cozy little restaurant, candlelight flickering over the table while festive decorations twinkled. It should’ve been perfect.

But then there was Hana.

Minho had been eyeing the beef stew on the menu with excitement.

“I want to try this,” he said, but Hana barely looked up from her phone.

“That’s too heavy. Order the grilled salmon instead. It’s better for you.” she said, her bossy tone dimming the mood instantly.

Minho’s expression faltered as he said, “I kind of wanted the -”

“Salmon,” Hana interrupted, snapping her menu shut with finality. “Trust me. It's better.”

You gripped your menu so hard you were surprised it didn’t rip in two. You wanted to stab her with the fork. No wait, you wanted to slap some sense into Minho.

But before you could actually do anything, you felt Jisung's hand on your thigh, his long fingers squeezing gently.

“Salmon it is,” Minho muttered, deflating like a popped balloon.

When the waiter came to your table, you watched Minho order two of those damn salmon.

“I’ll have the beef stew, please.” you heard yourself say.

Jisung immediately chimed in, “And I’ll take the gnocchi.”

You snapped your head toward him, because you've been wanting that gnocchi. He winked at you and said, “It’s called teamwork, babe.”

Your heart did a weird flip. Damn him and his perfectly calculated sweetness. Your eyes moved towards Minho, who was now clicking some pictures of Hana, and then to Jisung's hand on your thigh.

You placed a hand on top of his and squeezed tight.

—--

The food arrived a short while later, and Hana’s sharp eyes immediately darted to the beef stew in front of you.

Without a word, you pushed your plate toward Minho.

“Here. Trade with me.” you said.

Minho blinked, startled.

“What? No, I can’t -”

“Minho,” you said softly, “it's ok, I want you to have it.”

He hesitated, glancing between you and Hana, whose mouth had tightened into a thin line.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his cheeks pink.

“Positive.” You smiled, even as your heart twisted.

Minho hesitated for another moment before switching plates with you.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, his voice full of something you couldn’t quite place.

Before you could start on the salmon, Jisung slid his gnocchi in front of you and took the salmon for himself.

“Sungie, you didn't have to-” You stared at him, half smitten and half exasperated.

“It's for the greater good, you can thank me later,” he said cheerfully, digging in.

Hana’s glare could’ve frozen molten lava, though.

“Do you two always make everything about yourselves?”

Jisung leaned back in his chair, giving her a shit-eating grin.

“Mostly yeah.” he said, and you didn’t miss the way Hana’s eyes narrowed.

As you all fell silent, focusing on your food, you couldn't help but feel a weird pull in your heart. And it had nothing to do with Minho. And everything to do with this messy haired boy sitting beside you.

The cold air bit at your face as you and Jisung stepped out of the restaurant, the distant glow of holiday lights softening the edges of the night.

Now, you were walking side by side through the bustling city streets, holding hands. Snowflakes fluttered down, catching in his messy hair, and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

You stopped walking, your breath clouding in the cold air. “Why are you so good to me, Sungie?”

He stopped too, surprised at the abrupt halt and the unexpected question.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, making him look absolutely adorable.

“Because I’m a mess,” you said, half-laughing, half-starting to cry. “Because I keep dragging you into this whole thing with Minho and I feel like I'm so damn selfish…you don't deserve this, Sungie-”

“I'm doing this for me, not for you or anyone else. Can you try to accept that? I like being with you, ok?” he interrupted, his tone light but his eyes giving him away.

Your stomach dropped.

“Relax,” he added quickly, the corner of his mouth quirking up into that familiar smirk. “I’m just saying… I care about you. That’s it. No strings, no expectations. We agreed on that.”

It was so Jisung - offering everything without asking for a damn thing in return. And it made you want to cry and kiss him all at once.

So, you did the latter.

You stepped closer, gripping at his jacket tightly to pull him down to meet your lips. His breath hitched as you kissed him, soft at first, then deeper as he kissed you back.

His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as the world around you faded into nothing but the warmth between you two.

When you finally pulled back, your forehead resting against his, he let out a breathless laugh.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“For being too good for your own good.” You smiled, your hands cupping his cheeks.

“Oh? Are you planning to ‘thank’ me properly?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, his grin turning wicked.

You bit your lip, your cheeks flushing as you whispered, “Take me home then.”

---

The second you stepped into his apartment, your back hit the door as Jisung kissed you like a man possessed. His hands were busy pulling your jacket off you, followed by your sweater and everything else.

You sighed as you felt his lips and hands everywhere - as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Been waiting for this,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough. “You have no idea.”

“Then show me,” you shot back, tugging him toward the bedroom.

He chuckled, both of you stumbling into his bedroom, and onto his bed. Clothes were shed, and he was settled in between your legs as he hovered over you.

As your eyes met, you saw something you didn't before - the softness of his gaze, a longing. And it made your heart flutter. Neither of you acknowledge it, and the rest of the night was a blur of soft whispers and sweet love making.

Jisung wasn’t just good - he was great, knowing exactly what you liked. And he did give, over and over again, until you were left breathless and completely exhausted.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“For what?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“For being you.”

Christmas Eve at Jisung’s place was always so chaotic. You both celebrate together when you couldn't travel back home for the holidays.

Currently his living room was a mess with half-wrapped presents scattered across the floor, the scent of gingerbread in the air, and Jisung humming Christmas songs off-key.

This year, though, Christmas came with an unexpected guest.

Minho stood awkwardly in the doorway, a small bag in his hand and a defeated smile on his face. He looked exhausted.

Hana was officially out of the picture. The breakup had been messy and so damn difficult, but Minho had finally done it.

Jisung wasted no time pulling him into a tight hug. And you did too, because he needed all the hugs and love you could give because the poor man has been through a lot.

Minho slowly relaxed, even cracked a few jokes.

But it wasn’t until later, when the three of you were cleaning up in the kitchen, that he finally let the mask slip.

“You were right about her,” Minho said quietly, leaning against the counter as he dried a glass.

You glanced up from where you were wiping down the counter, surprised by the softness in his tone.

“Minho -” you began, but your eyes fell on Jisung, who quickly left the kitchen, leaving you alone with Minho. You didn't know why, but it absolutely shattered your heart to see him slip away like that.

“No, let me finish.” He set the glass down and turned to you. “I shouldn’t have dragged it out. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. Maybe I was scared to let go... I liked her so much, I kept thinking she would change…but deep down, I knew.”

You stayed silent, giving him space to continue.

“And I knew about you,” he admitted, his voice even softer now. “That you… liked me. I just didn’t know how to deal with it. I never thought of you like that and I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should've said something.”

You exhaled slowly, leaning back against the counter.

“Love is weird, Minho,” You said quietly. “It's messy and complicated, and you don't have to feel bad about anything. Because you're ok, I'm ok… we're good.”

Minho’s gaze softened, and he stepped closer, his hand brushing yours on the counter.

“You and Jisung? I think it's great. He is such a nice guy, and it's so obvious that he loves you so much.” Minho said, giving you a grin.

You smiled gently, your cheeks heating up.

“I think so too,” You whispered. “I’m glad you’re here, Lino…I’ll finish this up, you can go to bed. Get some rest, yeah?”

Minho nodded, pulling you into a quick hug before leaving the kitchen.

Your heart raced as you thought about what Minho said. You've been trying to decide how to bring it up with Jisung for a while now. But you were so afraid, because you know you wouldn't survive the heartbreak if you ever lost Jisung.

He was everything to you. He made you feel wonderful - like the most special girl in the world. And it felt great.

So you walked into the living room with wobbly legs, where Jisung was sitting by the Christmas tree, fiddling with a Rubik’s cube. The fairy lights reflected off his skin, making him look impossibly soft and adorable.

When he saw you, his lips curved into that familiar, heart-melting smile.

“Hey,” he said, setting the cube down. “Everything ok?”

“Sort of.” You grinned, crossing the room to him. Without a word, you slipped into his lap, your arms draping around his neck.

Jisung’s eyes widened slightly, his hands instinctively settling on your hips.

“Uh… not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing?” he asked, his eyes darting towards the guest room where Minho was.

You leaned in, your lips brushing his in a soft kiss.

Your eyes meet as you said, “I love you, Sungie.”

His mouth fell open, and for a second, he just stared at you, completely shocked.

“You… what?”

“I love you,” you repeated, your fingers tangling in his hair. “I have for a while now. I just didn’t realize it until - well, until recently.”

The disbelief melted from his face, replaced by a slow, utterly pleased smile.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

You laughed, pressing your lips to his forehead, before saying, “I love you.”

“Good,” he murmured, pulling you closer. “Because I’ve been waiting to hear that for a really long time.”

And then he kissed you - soft at first, but quickly deepening as his hands slid up your back. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, humming softly as his tongue caressed yours.

“I love you, baby,” He whispered against your lips. “God, I love you!”

You giggle, pressing kisses to his cheeks.

“So,” he said, “How exactly do you want to ‘celebrate’?”

You grinned, pulling him down into another kiss. “I have a few ideas.”

This was your Christmas. And it was perfect.

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#stray kids #skz #han jisung x reader #han jisung x you #han jisung fluff #han x you #han x y/n #han x reader #han fluff #skz fluff #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader

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rqsie63 · 2 months ago

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SHE'S THE MOMENT - Alex Albon.

pairing: alex albon x actress girlfriend! reader.

face claim: mikey madison (and lily too sometimes).

summary: alex and his girlfriend being on each others social media. (ig comments)

warnings: none?, my first "smau" attempt so don't expect something so great. english is not my first language.

a/n: first formula 1 fic / smau, exciting for my contribution to the Alexander Albon love club.

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ynupdates: her latest looks for final days of press tour! 😍🔥

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ynalexchild: can't believe press tour is ending, but at the same time im happy she's having the vacation she needs ❤️

albonfan1: just in time for f1 summer break, ynalex content is coming

ynalexchild: iktr!!

user1: fourth pic is the reason im a lesbian

ynfan1: i need this movie to be big, her talent is unmatched

ynfan2: she's amazing in this movie, just saw it yesterday

ynhq: CAN YOU FIGHT @.alex_albon

alex_albon: yes 🔪

ynalexchild: alex kskfkgdd

alexftyn: he is so unserious 😭

user23: give her new makeup artist a rise asap

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alex_albon: summer break!!!!

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ynalexchild: he is so boyfriend 💙

alexftyn: he is such a hot cutie

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yourusername: before anyone asks, YES i can AND WILL FIGHT 🗣️👊

alex_albon: what's the colour of my shirts?

yourusername: nobody is looking at those damn shirts alexander🙄

albonfan23: i need to see fast cars on my screen again asap

georgerussell63: looking good mate

yourusername: stop flirting with my boyfriend

georgerussell63: i wasn't?????

user44: why is your gf not in your holiday post? very narcissistic behaviour

ynhq: you guys are pathetic, she just finished a WORLD press tour, maybe JUST MAYBE she went home a couple of days and then joined Alex in Thailand.

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yourusername: since my boyfriend only posts about himself this is ME in thailand if you even care ✨🥂 (he's also there i guess🙄)

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iamrebeccad: stunning!!

ynalexchild: insane picture choice

ynftalex: damn girl can you fight (or share him)

yourusername: guess I'll have to fight you

ynftalex: smkfkkddk omg hii

alexandrasaintmleux: you are so pretty🔥❤️

alex_albon: "if you even care", I DO CARE

yourusername: prove it then 🤭

ynfan1: thailand looks great on you 💙

ynfan2: love you mother enjoy your vacation

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alex_albon: MY GIRLFRIEND and i in Thailand💙😍.

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georgerussell63: looking good mate (not in a flirtatious way)

carmenmmundt: lindos!!

ynalexchil: the last picture... knowing her someone is sleeping on the couch

albonation: 💙

yourusername: that one picture.... sleep with an eye open 🔪 (i love you so much)

alex_albon: i love you more 💙

carlossainz55: enjoy vacation mate 🥂

albonfan1: amazing photos

albonfan23: is that a SNAKE

yourusername: i was very brave

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williamsracing: and... we're back! let's push harder the rest of the season 👊💙

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francofiles: its always alex with the girl and franco with his mate 🧉

yourusername: that's franco's gf put some respect on it's name

alex_albon: love to be back and with the best company 💙

yourusername: such a sweetheart, who would've thought??

alex_albon: im always a sweetheart with u 🙄

francolapinto: get a room

alex_albon: get a girlfriend

yourusername: CASE CLOSED

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alex_albon: second half of the season with the sweetest thing that ever happened to me 💙

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francolapinto: it's nauseous atp

yourusername: at this point I think you're jealous. sorry he's not SOLTERO (single) for you. francolapinto: where did you learn that word? yourusername: I have my secret contact

francolapinto: who? google translator?

yourusername: rude😔

yourusername: love you my sweet potato 💙

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ynalexchild: parents

chloealbon: miss you two💙

yourusername: we miss too sweet angel❤

albonfan1: good luck alex!

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yourusername: having fun working while my boyfriend goes to war (racing fast cars). #anora

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ynupdates: oh...

ynalexchild: ANOTHER PRESS TOUR, booked and busy 💅

alex_albon: I like your necklace 😍

yourusername: im not wearing any necklace....

yourusername: wait...

yourusername: ALEXANDER ALBON!?

alex_albon: 🙈😻

ynalexchild: these two are crazy

carmenmmundt: im gonna steal you from him

yourusername: let's runaway together

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williamsracing: what a rough season it was. time to rest a bit, see you soon 💙

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yourusername: rest well admin💙

williamsracing: thank you queen!!

alex_albon: let's go team💙

williamsracing: see u soon albono

francolapinto: thank you team for all these races, my dream come true. vamos williams carajo! 💙

williamsracing: gracias franco, vamos!💪

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alex_albon: ups and downs, definitely not the season we wanted, but I'm more than proud of this team, every single person on the williams family; thank you. see you soon!

special thanks you to my lovely sunshine @.yourusername, to the moon and back baby💙🌙

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yourusername: forever and always proud of you💙🌙

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francolapinto: thank you for this good time mate 💪

alex_albon: hope to see you very soon mate, I'll be right here 💪❤

albonfan1: proud of my team and my drivers

williamsracing: we 💙 you alex!

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yourusername: you might know alex and I because of how much we joke around and how we're always happy or bubbling.

this season was tough, lots of ups and downs, more than you saw or think. and every time we came back stronger than ever.

that's why im so proud of you, @.alex_albon you inspire me every single day, to be stronger, confident and a better person. I love you so much.

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alex_albon: chat should I marry this woman?

yourusername: you're asking the people? get on your knee and ask the question coward!!

alex_albon: don't need to tell me twice 👀

ynalexchild: engagement announcement incoming lfg!!!

ynupdates: ready to update on whatever it's happening 😨

carmenmmundt: can I be the maid of honor?

yourusername: texting you the details as soon as it happens hahaha

ynhq: best actress, best girlfriend and best girl ever

williamsracing: we love youuuuu

yourusername: love you too admin💙

[feedback it's appreciated ❤] - 7/01/25.

#f1 x reader #alex albon #alex albon x reader #alex albon x you #formula 1 x reader #alex albon smau #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 smau #f1 social media au

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foreverlittlesoshi · 5 months ago

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i mean camaraderie

noah sebastian x reader

content warning: smut, rough / harsh sex, belly bulge, size kink, fingering, noah is pretty much just a pleasure dom honestly

word count: 1.6k

MINORS DNI 18+

The loud sound of the front door being slammed let Noah know immediately you were in a bad mood. Must’ve been pretty bad he thought to himself and let out a sigh as he could hear you screaming into a pillow since the apartment walls were thin.

He made his way to your bedroom door, knocking lightly and waited for an answer. The sound of your mumbling made him nervous but he just wanted to check on you and made sure you weren’t gonna destroy your vocal cords from screaming so much.

“WHAT?!” “Woah, what’s wrong?” He asks, raising his hands in defense and you immediately feel bad. “I’m sorry, the date was just-ugh.” you explained and he just chuckled.

“Was it really that bad?” You couldn’t help but start ranting about how the dude was a complete narcissist misogynistic asshole even though you tried so hard to deal with it to get a quick fuck. You didn’t even hesitate to complain about how badly you needed it because it was ovulation week and it was killing you.

“Are you serious?” he scoffed, “You went out with a complete stranger when i was here the whole time?”

He wasn’t wrong. Everyone could just smell the sexual tension between you two, even past boyfriends or girlfriends and hell, even flings could. It would be a lie if you denied ever thinking about him in that way but you always pushed those feelings aside so it would never be awkward. Fuck, why did he have to be so attractive?

“You’re so fuckin lucky that i need dick so badly or else i’d turn you away.” You tell him as you grabbed him and pulled him into your room, slamming the door shut. Hopefully Jolly will come home late tonight. A rough kiss makes you moan softly, his large tattooed hand holds your face, and he tilts your head slightly trying to kiss you deeper as his tongue enters your mouth. Pushing him down on the bed, knees buckling as you sat on his lap and could feel him getting hard.

“Damn,” he breaks away from the kiss, “You weren’t lying.” Whining at him as you kiss him again, Noah then gently tugs at your hair causing you to pull away and let out a sigh of pleasure. “So fuckin needy for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Don’t start talking like that.” Breathlessly telling him, grinding on him to feel some type of friction. “Awww, why not?” his taunting didn’t help, tugging again while his other hand trailed under your dress. “ Because I’ll cum way sooner than I plan to.” You informed him and tugged at his hair causing him to hiss as his eyes closed from the pleasure. As much as he knew this probably didn’t mean much to you besides a quick fuck, he couldn’t help but think of it much deeper. Was it because he always felt something more for you or was it because of how fuckin cute you looked in that short red & black velvet dress?

Removing each of your hands from each other, you reached behind to unzip the dress and let it fall around your hips. Your mind is blank as he pushes you onto your bed, removing your clothes and pulls you into another kiss, softer but still passionate. Feeling his hands and fingers roam your body makes you shudder as he pulls away. Noah settled himself between your legs, running a finger along your slit and rubbing his thumb in circles on your clit. Hips and knees are buckling from just the tiniest bit of stimulation, both of you groaning at the sensation of his finger sinking into you and just taking in the feeling of his finger, thicker and longer than your own and reaching places you couldn’t.

“Fucking hell, Noah.” your voice sounded like you were on the verge of crying. If you were already this fucked out from his finger how were you gonna be due to his dick? He rested his other hand on your right thigh and squeezed, trying to help you back down to earth but with him entering another finger didn’t help and it just caused you to go more light headed as he pumped them.

“Hey, don’t go dumb just yet.” Shivering as his hand touched your cheek, eyes fluttering open and kissing him.

“Please just fuck me. I can’t stand this anymore.” Begging him as he pulled away and he lifted himself up to tug off his shirt. You couldn’t help yourself as you caressed his chest, lightly dragging a finger to trace some tattoos and the sight of his bulge making you whine.

As he removed his boxer, you weren’t expecting him to be so big. I mean you had thought it was but actually seeing it made you anxious. It was actually pretty and didn't look like a mushroom wearing a skin hat.

“You plan on using lube?” He laughed at your question. “I’m serious. You’re the biggest I’ll probably ever take or have.”

“C’mon, I’ll fit.” You just scoffed.

“Let’s test it real quick then. Get up here.” He shrugged then positioned himself between your legs and lined his size against your stomach. Right at your navel was his tip, precum dripping right in your belly button and it made you whimper again.

“Noah, I don’t know about this.” “How about this, just the tip and it’s up to you when you can take more?” It shouldn’t be surprising that he was being thoughtful but it made your heart swell with how understanding he was. “Deal.”

He gave you a quick peck before letting his spit fall directly on your hole, shivering at the feeling of the warmth and feeling his tip run through your folds, his tip slightly pushing into you and already feeling the pain. Digging your nails right into his forearm and you could feel yourself break his skin but you didn’t mean to, it’s not like you expected him to be this fuckin big. He just rested there while you did your best to relax and get used to the feeling.

“You know what?” You groaned out.

“What?” He was worried you changed your mind about the whole thing.

“I’m probably gonna regret this but just go balls deep.” “Are you sure?” Absolutely not but it��s just better to get this pain over with.

“Yes please.”

Just the feeling of him pushing himself just a little bit more in made you feel so like you were genuinely being split in half so when his pelvis met your own, your head fell back against the pillow and felt so full.

“Are you still with me?” “Mhm, just please fuck me now.” The feeling of pleasure taking control over you again.

“Whatever you want princess.” Not even looking at him, you could hear the smirk in his voice and you almost snapped back at him until he pushed your knees near your head and it caused you to literally scream.

The way he angles his hips makes you feel the merciless rhythm, deciding today was a good day to try and completely obliterate your cervix. You could feel the tears streaming down your cheeks, brain feeling so fuzzy and Noah clouded any thought you could form. He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. The way you looked as you got fucked stupid made you look so beautiful. The way your hair was disheveled, face flushed, eyebrows furrowed with pleasure and the little whines of his name leaving your lips. His eyes trailed down your body, the little bump that would appear as he thrusted into you made him want to cum right then and there.

“Wanna feel something?” You nodded weakly.

Feeling his hand guide yours to your belly and you could feel the bulge of his cock from inside of you.

“Noah.” is the only word you could whine and for some reason, that awoke something in him. He pulled out then flipped you over and slammed back into you, hips slamming into your ass at a bruising force and honestly thought you could feel him ever deeper than before. His moans sounded so guttural at first but as he got closer to finally cumming, he got so whiny and you couldn’t help but have a slight thought that he was so cute.

“How can you still be so tight? Please tell me you’re close? I’m about to cum. Oh f-fuck,I’m gonna cum. Please cum first.”

Hearing him whine made you clench around him tighter as you finally came, screaming and crying out his name.Noah then pulled out and flipped you onto your back again making you overstimulated as he leans down into the side of your neck,he slams into you one more time before his hips finally stutter and feel him paint your inside with his cum as he bites your neck harshly causing you to let out one final moan.

Even with the cloudiness in your brain, you still felt Noah lift himself up, an audible pop could be heard as he slid his cock out of you and the stickiness of the mix of cum leaking out made you cringe just a bit.

“Don’t make that face.” His chest was heaving, “Honestly, it’s hot.”

You weakly chuckled at him,” You’re not wrong but i’m already sweaty as fuck so this just makes me feel gross. Also, you’re a fucking dumbass.”

“Hold up, I just gave you the best dick you could’ve ever imagined and you’re insulting me?”

“I am because I didn’t think you would actually cum in me. I told you during my ranting that I was ovulating!” You remind him as you lightly slapped him.

“You act like we can’t go get the morning after pill.” He tells you.

“I don’t think I can walk because of you. So get your ass moving.” Groaning as he stands up and pulls his boxers back on then gets dressed. “Fine but I expect some cuddles when I get back.”

“Of course.”

A/N - this took me over a day to finish because fuck walmart also if it's not clear, yeah jolly didn't come home.

by the way, i based the height of the reader on myself since i’m 4’10 but obviously this could go for any height since noah is 6’3

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens #bad omens smut #bad omens x reader

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sensationallysangwoo · 20 days ago

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𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍!𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵

𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚢, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗! 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝: 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃, 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃, 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕, 𝚂𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎, 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝𝙳𝚘𝚖!𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘, 𝚂𝚞𝚋!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚙 (𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃)

**𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛: 𝙼𝚒𝚗-𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍!

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“Take that off. You’re dressed like a complete hoe. Why do you feel the need to show yourself off to everyone huh? I’ve never seen someone so desperate for attention. Go change now or I’m not taking your ass out.”

Your head hangs low at the words of your asshole husband, Min-joon. You’re wearing a dress you just bought the other day. You loved it on yourself in the fitting room, you really did. You felt so confident and sexy gazing at yourself in the mirror, and now, that’s all shot down due to your insecure, good-for-nothing, narcissistic husband.

Min-joon comes from a privileged background. His father is a CEO of a real estate company, and spoiled his son absolutely rotten since day 1. Min-joon never held a job and is, well, a nepo baby. At first, the relationship was okay. He complimented you, took you on nice expensive dates, held the door for you, and put on the facade of caring about you. He had you fooled for quite some time.

The two of you married due to familial pressure. He’s handsome, loaded, and could easily provide for you for life. Your mother told you it was a no-brainer and, aforementioned, he treated you alright.

However, as the two of you settled into married life, things became…sour. You noticed Min-joon would throw little digs at you here and there. “Was your stomach always that pudgy?” “I can’t go out with you with that zit on your forehead. That’s humiliating.” “You’re going to eat all of that?” Are just a few examples.

These digs evolved into full-blown arguments. Tears, stress, anxiety attacks, feelings of hopelessness and just overall a cloud of dread hanging over you any time you were inside your own home with him present.

He began to withdraw from you entirely. Barely speaking to you. Not even sleeping in the same bed as you. No hugs. No kisses. No intimacy in almost a year. It’s like you don’t even exist to him. You cook, you clean, and you do his laundry. That’s it. You’re an unpaid, live-in maid.

Bring it back to the present. Red-faced, you snap back at him. “I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want, Min-joon. K? This is the first date we’ve even attempted to go on in almost a year and you’re starting shit. I’ll just go my damn self!”

“What the fuck ever. Go be a fucking slob in some gross dive bar, I don’t care. You can go pick up some grungy guy and catch something. Have fun.” He spits back before turning on his heel and storming into the bedroom.

You grab your purse and stamp out the door, to the car, making sure to grab his credit card on the way out.

Fuck him.

You relish on the harsh words he spoke to you moments earlier, and you tell yourself that Min-joon’s bullshit is well, just bullshit. You’re not an ugly slob. You’re not a hoe for wearing what you feel confident in. You’re beautiful, stunning, sexy and sophisticated.

You’re going to go have fun on his dime without a care in the world.

You pull up to your favorite bar. Not some hoity-toity, high-end country club that you and Shithead frequent. A down-to-Earth, locally owned cozy bar that you have plenty of memories in.

Memories of laughter, smiles, and passionate short-lived flings that felt like a roller coaster ride. Happier times.

Speaking of flings, as soon as your walk through the doorway, you instantly lay eyes on him.

Cho Sang-woo.

He’s seated at the bartop, whiskey on the rocks in one hand, cigarette in the other. A grey blazer hugs his body as his glasses sit on his perfectly shaped nose.

The memories flood back into your mind. Suddenly it’s 4 years ago. You hadn’t even known Min-joon at this time.

It’s 12a.m., and you’re stumbling clumsily out of this very bar on Cho Sang-woo’s arm. You’re laughing loudly and the older man chuckles deeply. Some stupid drunken joke you made. You knew neither of you were okay to drive, but you needed somewhere a bit more private to unleash the tension that’s been plaguing the two of you all night.

The backseat of his little black sedan. Strong, veiny hands wander under your shirt. Soft lips crash onto yours, the taste of whiskey and cigarettes on his tongue mingling with the remnants of a fruity cocktail on yours.

Fingertips tangled in hair, skin on skin, blurry vision and vertigo. Moans and gasps and magnificent highs. More cigarettes and post-sex deep conversations.

You woke up on your best friend’s couch the very next day, and Cho Sang-woo was nothing but a memory.

He slurred his name to you that night, before shoving his tongue down your throat. You never exchanged phone numbers though. You searched high and low for him on social media but he definitely doesn’t have any, as he is pushing 50. He hasn’t left your mind these past 4 years. These past 4, unhappy years you’ve been yearning for the older man whose presence felt like home.

Here he is, about 10 feet away from you right this very moment. Same exact bar. Same way he was sitting back then, when you first saw him, too. Deja vu at its finest.

Your heart is beating in your neck. Should you walk up to him? Say hello? Should you act like a complete stranger? Or should you remind him of 4 years ago? His dark eyes lock with yours from across the room before you can even select an option.

Swallowing thickly, you walk over to him, zig-zagging through the noisy socializing bar patrons scattered about. As you get closer, the corners of his mouth upturn ever so slightly. That shy, barely-there smile of his never fails to make your heart flutter.

“Hey, you. What are you doing here? Haven’t seen you in a minute.” He says coolly. You can see a spark in his eyes, though. That stoicism of his is all a facade.

You swallow thickly. “I just…wanted to get out. That’s all.” You stammer, feeling small in his presence. You forgot how damn intimidating he is up close.

“Married now, huh?” He points to your left hand with a free finger, his other digits pinching the burning cigarette he’s been puffing on.

“Yeah….I can’t even believe you remember me. I mean…it’s been so long…” You trail off.

He takes a puff before pushing his glasses up. “How could I forget you? Back to that ring though. You happy?”

You couldn’t even change the subject. He’s dying for an answer. He gently sucks on his straw, waiting for your response. You know exactly what he’s trying to do.

You sigh. “To be honest with you, no. Not one bit.” You confess as you slink onto the stool next to his.

And here comes your internal struggle. You are a good hearted person. You’ve always been faithful to Min-joon despite his mistreatment of you because you simply don’t believe in cheating. You’ve always been dependable and held your word to everyone and anyone. But if someone is verbally abusing you day-in and day-out, then why should you remain faithful? The relationship is already tainted. Your mental tug-of-war is interrupted by Sang-woo passing the cigarette to you.

You take a drag, your heart fluttering at the thought of his lips being on that cigarette, too. “Okay so you’re not happy. So why are you with him? You know divorce exists, right?” He asks, inquisitively raising his brows.

“I’m just too…comfortable…I guess. I haven’t worked since him and I got together. Life is easy physically but mentally—“

“It’s shit. I know Min-joon.” He replies casually while handing the bartender his credit card.

Your eyes widen. “How the fuck do you know Min-joon?”

“Well, correction, I know his father. He finances with Joy Investments. I’ve helped him out before. Real fuckin’ dick. Can’t imagine his son is any better. Hey, thank you.” He nods at the bartender, who just set his next drink down.

“You knew we got married? How?” You inquire, shocked.

“His father was showing us all pictures of your wedding in Greece. Bragging to us all in the office saying that we could never even dream of that. I recognized your face.”

Small world, huh. Small, small world.

“Well that was all for show. He hurts me deeply every single day.” You say matter-of-factly.

A lazy trail of smoke slides out of Sang-woo’s lips. “Does he put his hands on you?”

“No…not yet at least…It’s all verbal abuse.”

“That’s just as bad.”

You can feel Sang-woo’s dark eyes on you, studying you like you’re a bug under a microscope. You’re giving him every answer he’s been dying for these past 4 years.

After hours of conversing, drinking, laughing, and flirting, it’s almost time to wrap it up. The bartender announces last call as patrons start to put on their jackets and clear out. You and Sang-woo are tipsy and his arm has found its way completely around you.

He’s hugging you close, so close you can feel his breath on your jawline. “Let’s go.” He whispers lowly in your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

Your mind flashes to Min-joon one last time. You hate him more than any other human being on this planet, and you’ve come to realize that you are completely, entirely done with him. For good.

“I can’t drive. Neither can you.” Sang-woo slurs. “I’m going to call my buddy to come get us. We’re going back to my place, if that’s okay with you.”

You nod your head almost too eagerly, your thoughts going a thousand miles an hour imagining what will happen when you arrive there.

“Hyung! How are you? And who’s this lovely lady?” Seong Gi-hun asks excitedly, beaming at his best friend and you.

“Doing well tonight, hyung. This is an old friend of mine, we know each other from a few years ago. I think I told you about her? Remember?” Sang-woo replies.

Gi-hun’s smile dramatically drops, his lips twisting and his brow furrowing as he struggles to remember. “Hm, I don’t recall. Well, nice to meet you again!”

You two duck into Gi-hun’s back seat as Sang-woo slips him some cash.

The three of you laugh and mingle on the way there, and finally you arrive at Sang-woo’s apartment. You stumble out of Gi-hun’s car, thanking him for the ride, as he smiles widely once more and gives Sang-woo a sly thumbs-up.

You two make your way up to the 2nd floor, Sang-woo’s arm wrapped around you the entire time. As soon as his front door shuts behind you, he instantly pulls you in for a kiss.

You don’t hesitate one bit. His large hand is resting on the back of your head as his other hand is on your bottom. Your arms are around his neck, hungrily smashing your lips against his.

His lips are soft and supple and his kisses are full of passion. Your tongues slip and slide against each other before you both realize you need to breathe.

Sang-woo pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours with a content sigh. “Do you want this? If not we can stop here. I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Sang-woo…you’re all I’ve ever wanted after all these years. I want you again, just like back then.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He picks you up, carrying you to his room. You’re too focused on the moment to take in the appearance of his living space. Normally you’d be picking out the details, but right now you want him and only him. Like you two are the last human beings on this Earth.

He gets on top of you, kissing you deeply once more before moving down to your next. He slowly licks and bites the sensitive skin, causing you to moan softly.

“You look beautiful tonight, my dear. However I must take this off, if that’s okay.” He breathes against your skin making every hair on your body stand up.

You nod, tangling a hand in his dark hair. He slowly peels your dress off and gently places it on the floor. He gently wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking gently, looking up at you to ensure you’re enjoying this.

Muted moans escape your lips as his warm mouth engulfs the sensitive skin of your breasts.

He kisses down your stomach until he reaches your pussy. His tongue gently laps at your clit. Your face burns red hot at the sight of him. He’s so, so fucking handsome. He maintains eye contact with you, silently seeking approval. You breathe out his name as he pleasures you. Your fingers are gently tugging at his hair as his tongue gingerly prods at your entrance. He’s soaking in the sight of you as well, lost in your beauty.

Your sweet moans are music to his ears. “L-lay down.” You choke out.

Sang-woo hesitantly stops eating you out and takes his pants off. He lays down like you told him too, and you position yourself between his legs.

You slowly rub his member through his boxers, eliciting a groan from him.

You slide them off of him and your eyes scan his cock. You didn’t quite get a good look at it 4 years ago since you hooked up in the darkness of his backseat.

It’s about 7 inches with a blush pink tip, oozing tiny droplets of precum from his excitement. You gulp before you take the tip in your mouth, sucking gently and softly. He moans lowly, his fingers finding their way to your scalp.

You become more confident as you sink your mouth further and further down his cock. You suck and teasingly swirl your tongue around the shaft. You look up at him and he’s completely lost in the sensations. “Mmm. You’re doing fucking amazing, pretty girl. Look at that face, you’re gorgeous.” He coos, stroking your full cheek gently.

You moan around his dick at the praise. You slide your mouth off of his dick for just a second, taking a little break. You lick from the base to the tip, causing him to shiver.

He grabs your chin between his pointer finger and his thumb. “Do you want me inside of you, angel?” He asks sweetly. You nod as he slips his thumb into your mouth.

You lay back down and he lines himself up with your pussy. “Last time we did this, it was a sloppy hookup. This time, I want to make love to you, sweetheart. Just relax.” He says, looking at you softly.

He slowly pushes his tip into you as your hole stretches. The feelings of pressure and slight discomfort are only temporary as pleasure follows shortly thereafter. He slids in all the way as you moan his name. “Sang-woo…”

He moans, too. His deep voice sounding angelic as you squeeze his dick perfectly. He slowly starts thrusting. Deep, long strokes that hit your cervix just right. With both of your chests heaving and your hearts hammering, your bodies connect in the most intimate way.

His dick fits perfectly in you. Your walls clench and tingle with pleasure as he fucks you passionately. He leans down and kisses you again, this time moaning into each other’s mouths. “I’ll bet you that so-called husband of yours hasn’t ever fucked you like this, hm, doll?”

“No-ah-he hasn’t. I’ve-ah-never ever felt this good before.” You moan as he pounds you harder. You both are blinded by the pleasure.

He smiles cockily. “He doesn’t deserve you, angel. You need a real man to take care of you and fuck you.”

He flips you around so you’re on your hands and knees. He slams into you from the back, gently grabbing your throat, holding it. Not choking you, but just as a sign of possessiveness.

He plows you from the back, his dick feeling deeper than ever at this angle. You swear you can feel him in your stomach. It almost hurts. You explode internally, your whole body tensing as your own climax rips through your body. You cry out, gripping the bedsheets and saying Sang-woo’s name over and over as if it were a prayer.

“Where do you want my cum, lovey?” He slams into you harder than ever, chasing his orgasm.

“In my mouth.” You say, your voice laced with satisfaction. You can’t chance him cumming inside you just yet.

He pulls out and you eagerly swallow his dick in your mouth again. You lewdly taste your own juices as you suck his dick passionately, wanting to give him the best climax he’s ever had. With a loud moan of your name and his strong hand on the back of your head, his cum coats the inside of your mouth and throat. You swallow eagerly and obediently, savoring the salty yet plain flavor.

You both feel as satisfied as ever. In the air, lust isn’t the only feeling that lingers. There’s love, care, and passion accompanying it.

You both sober up from the drinks and your sexual highs. The night progresses on and you’re snuggled up laying on Sang-woo’s bare chest as he puff’s on a cigarette. His other arm is wrapped protectively around you.

You pull out your phone and check your messages. “Has that fuckin’ asshole said anything to you?” Sang-woo asks, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

“Nope. He doesn’t give a fuck about me.”

“Give me your phone for a sec. I have an idea.” He has a devious twinkle in his eye and a shit eating grin.

“Okay…..” You reply suspiciously as you hand him the device.

He quickly opens the camera app, flips it to front-facing, and deviously commands you to “Smile!”

The flash of white floods both of your faces. You’re doing more than smiling, you’re actively laughing in the photo. Sang-woo has a coy smirk on his face.

You’re both clearly naked in the photo, making it obvious what the two of you had just done. He selects your chat with Min-joon, attaches the selfie, and captions it with “She’s mine now, asshole.”

You hear the familiar “boop” sound effect of the message going through. Your phone begins to absolutely blow up with texts and calls from Min-joon, but you don’t give even half of a fuck. You power off your phone. The two of you are absolutely laughing your asses off.

You and Sang-woo are giddy and in love. You throw your arms around his neck, kissing him once more.

A week has passed, and you’ve packed up all your stuff into your car. Min-joon has been served divorce papers, and he is legally not allowed to even be in the same vicinity as you. This chapter of your life is over. You’ve come to realize that you can absolutely meet the right person at the wrong time. However, the right time will come, sooner or later.

One year later, you strut out of yours and Sang-woo’s shared bedroom. You’re dolled up in a dress for date night. “You look so sexy, my princess. So beautiful and gorgeous. Turn around.” Sang-woo gawks. Your mind flashes back to Min-joon’s hateful comments. You couldn’t be more grateful for the complete 180 that your life took.

Sang-woo kisses you, takes your hand, and leads you out the door for another memorable date night, followed by an even more memorable proposal.

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Well there ya have it! Hope you loved it, Anon! Sorry it’s kinda a longer one! I’ll be working on the next request! Have a good night everyone! 🫶🖤 -G

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The Dinner | A.H

lawyer!aaron hotchner x paralegal!reader.

summary: at a party you don't fit into, you run into the one person you don't want to see. luckily, your hot boss is totally okay to play along, and take care of you afterwards. tags/warnings: afab reader, no use of y/n or description of reader [other than wearing a dress], more hidden flirting and tension, protective & dreamy aaron hotchner, slight age gap, mentions of a narcissistic ex-boyfriend and gross men, mentions of alcohol and drinking, word count: 4.2k notes: I LOVE IT HERE i actually had so much fun writing this

You don’t know why you agreed to come to this stupid thing.

Usually, you thrived at parties. You wore something that made you desirable, you floated through a room instead of walking, you held a dazzling smile and you attracted the eyes of everyone you wanted to. You enjoyed parties so much that you tended to be the host of them, or at least the person that people went to when they needed something.

But parties like this, filled with lawyers and district attorneys and firm owners, were exhausting. Lawyers, usually men, were arrogant, to the point that it was suffocating. They believed they dominated the world the same way they owned the courtroom, that they were the most convincing batch of people in the world just because they could win a case or two. Being a woman in a room full of drunk male lawyers was not your definition of a fun Friday night.

Glancing around the room, your eyes catch on the reason you were here just as you bring your vodka soda to your lips. The prosecutor you had come to enjoy the presence of was talking with one of the district attorneys, no emotions reflected on his face as he spoke, large hands wrapped around a glass. He looked delectable in a perfectly tailored dark suit, the top button of the navy blue button-up undone and no tie in sight. It was the closest you’d get to seeing him dressed down without ambushing him outside of work.

Aaron had come into your office on his way out the day before, repeating the same routine he had suddenly developed, his suit jacket draped over his arm. In the same nonchalant tone he usually kept, he had asked you if you were planning on going to the party. You had heard about it around the firm, but you had assumed it was for associates and partners only. Paralegals didn’t often get invited to parties, being the small fish in the pond of lawyers. Plus, you didn’t like conversing with lawyers longer than you needed to – unless they were Aaron, of course.

And because you couldn’t help yourself, because you couldn’t say no to him, you smiled at him and told him you’d go. Then, you had kicked yourself mentally as soon as he had left, knowing everything you’d have to do to prepare yourself. A new outfit, a good mental peptalk to hype yourself up, and a shot before you enter the door for good luck.

You’re interrupted from shamelessly ogling your boss by a familiar booming laugh, your gaze immediately darting over to a group of men. They’re all fondling a glass of some sort of dark liquor, ranging from whiskey to scotch to bourbon. Your heart rate picks up as you glance at each of the faces, body stiffening at the sight of a familiar one.

Back when you were newly a paralegal, before you had been introduced to the rules behind the politics of being beneath lawyers in the corporate food chain, you had made a stupid mistake – you had dated one.

Michael had been a good man, buying you gifts and taking you out on lavish dates you’d never be able to afford on your own, until you had had a chance to look back on him. Slowly, you had become more of a trophy to him rather than a loving girlfriend. He had carted you around to parties just like this, hand curled around your waist like he was afraid you’d drift away, slipping in comments about how you were just a paralegal, how you were fighting to become a lawyer, like you hadn’t been working your damn hardest to balance a new job, its workload and all of your classes as well.

Your break-up hadn’t been amicable, or even neutral. It had been a two-hour long argument, screaming until your throat hurt, each scalding insult out of his mouth piercing directly into your ego. After him, you had put your foot down about dating lawyers, especially young ones with a lot to prove. Since your break-up slash fight, you had managed to avoid him pretty well – until now.

Immediately, you’re spinning around to aim your back towards him, only to come face-first with Aaron’s chest. Despite the heels you had purchased just for this event, he still towers over you, your chin having to tilt up to catch his eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asks, the low baritone washing over you like a wave. Despite the gentleness of the question, his face doesn’t change, oddly calm. You notice that his gaze is still sharp and focused, not as dazed as some of the other prosecutors surrounding the two of you. Glancing down, you also note that the single ice cube in his scotch had melted, and the drink was only halfway downed. He hadn’t been drinking, just socializing. That was good.

Shaking your head, you hold your drink closer to your chest. ‘Uhm, yeah. Fine.” You clear your throat before bringing your glass back up to your lips, downing what’s left of it before placing the empty glass on the table behind you. “Just don’t have much in common with people here.”

“You’re working to become a lawyer and you don’t have anything in common with other lawyers?” He questions, tone amused. You don’t miss the small tilt at the corner of his lips, or the crease at the corner of his eyes, the small little things that made up his amusement.

Huffing, you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “Not men. All the men here probably see me as a glorified assistant. I wouldn’t be surprised if a few of them call me sugar and ask me to get them another drink.” You can’t help the slight scorn that seeps into your tone, leaning back against the table behind you and letting your eyes land on Michael again.

Aaron notices the change in your body language, his eyes following yours to look for what’s distracting you. “Who’s he?” His head tilts towards the group of lawyers before he’s glancing back at you, sipping at the scotch in his hand.

“What?” You question, too fast for your own liking, pulling your lips into your mouth in an attempt to keep you from rambling nervously. At the slightest quirk of his brow, you’re crumbling, deciding that he’d pick apart your lie more and more the more you tried to keep it up. “My ex-boyfriend. Dated him back when I was too stupid to know better.”

He lets out a huff of a laugh, sidling up beside you and letting his arm brush against yours. “Didn’t end well, I assume?”

One glance up at him, you try to fight the smile that threatens to cross your lips. Rather than trying to avoid confrontation, he’s doing the exact opposite of what you’d do, his dark eyes zeroing in on the young lawyer that was still somehow oblivious to the death glare currently directed towards him. With Aaron standing beside you, you feel more confident, like he’d protect you if anything happened.

Before you have the chance to respond to the prosecutor’s question, Michael’s eyes finally catch yours. You note the furrow in his brow before his eyes light up, dread pooling in your stomach as you watch him excuse himself from his current conversation, immediately making his way towards you. If you weren’t too focused on shooting daggers at him, you’d have noticed the way Aaron slowly moved closer to you, until his entire arm was pressed up against yours while his free hand set his drink down.

Michael calls your name as he gets closer, like he’s unaware of the fact that your entire attention has been focused on him for the past couple of minutes. He has the flushed look to his cheeks that tell you he’s already drunk, his hair mussed on top of his head from running his hands through it. He looks happy to see you, which couldn’t be anything but a problem.

“What are you doing here? Become a lawyer yet?” It’s meant to be demeaning, although it's masked by amusement as his hand comes up to brush against your shoulder. You tense up at the touch, causing him to immediately pull his hand back. He recovers quickly when you don’t respond, his attention turning to Aaron. “Hi. I’m Michael, but many people around here call me Mike. Nice to meet you.”

Aaron glances down at his hand, however he doesn’t make any move to shake his hand. Instead, you’re surprised by the feeling of his fingertips skirting along the small of your back, moving until his hand completely curls around your hip. The touch is light at first, testing to see how you reacted, before it finally settles like a dead weight. “Aaron Hotchner. I’m a prosecutor.” He introduces himself, still eerily calm, even if you’re sure he can hear your racing heartbeat from where he stands.

From how close you are, from how close he’s slightly pulled you from his hold on your hip, you can smell his cologne. It’s manly, spicy, like bergamot. Usually, colognes were overwhelming, suffocating. Here, in his warm touch, it’s comforting.

Michael’s eyes flicker down to the hand on your hip before back up to his face. He’s completely ignoring you, instead attempting to suck up to the man beside you for his political benefit, even if Aaron is obviously dismissing him. You want to laugh in his face, but you decide that taking the high ground is better.

“Oh, yeah. You worked on the Williamson case recently, right? It was all over the papers, your win. Man, I’d love to hear more about it.” He’s practically slobbering as he looks up at the prosecutor, eyes wide as saucers. It makes you nauseated to think that you were every romantically interested in the man.

Aaron must’ve noticed the way your eyes glazed over in boredom, fingertips pressing into your hip bone as he gives you a soft squeeze. “You said it yourself, it was all over the papers. Feel free to read up and send an email to my paralegal if you want any information.” He glances down at you for a moment before back up at the man in front of you. “Actually, please don’t contact my paralegal, or me.”

And then, with a soft ‘excuse me,’ he tightens his hold on your hip, urging you away from Michael. Unable to resist the urge, your lips pull up into a flattering smile as you glance at your ex-boyfriend for one last time, tongue dragging over your top teeth before you step away with the prosecutor.

Once you’re out of earshot, you murmur softly. “What was that?” You muse, glancing up at him.

“You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.” He responds nonchalantly, finally letting his hand fall and bringing it back to his side once you sidle up to the open bar. Tapping the counter, he orders you another drink, handing it over to you without a word about it.

For a moment, you wonder if he’s flirting with you. You let the thought consume you for just a moment as you pull the drink closer, enjoying the cooling sensation of the condensation against your skin as you take a long drink, before you push it away. Aaron is distinguished, mature. He wouldn’t go for the young paralegal with nothing but silly little relationships under their belt.

After you’ve nursed the drink for a while, feeling small underneath the focused gaze of him, he stands up straight, hand finding your back again. It’s a habit of his now, you assume, to lead you around with a gentle touch. However, unlike how it had been with Michael, you didn’t feel like a trophy to him. It was a hold meant to steer you, not a hold meant to control you. You know that if you pushed him away, he’d back off without a second thought. “Come on. We’re gonna introduce you to some of the good lawyers. As a smart paralegal, not as the woman I happened to have my hand on.”

And so he did. For the next couple of hours, Aaron leads you around, introducing you as his favorite paralegal. The compliments that spew from him towards the people around you keeps your cheeks warm all night, constantly keeping your drink full to try and let yourself loosen up beneath his praise. Unfortunately, your attempt at calming yourself only gets you as drunk as the men around you, although you’re easily more controlled than they are.

By the time everyone starts leaving, you need a cab. Aaron lets you hold onto his bicep with a tight grip as he leads you outside, still the face of utmost patience and calm as he helps you down the steps in front of the building. You lean into him as the cool air brushes across your heated skin, taking a deep inhale.

“You’ve been so nice to me, all night.” You babble, letting yourself fully lean into him and enjoy the warmth of his body through his suit jacket. Almost like he senses it, he leans away from you just enough to pull it off, draping it over your shoulders before wrapping his arm around you again. “See? Like that. You’re just so nice.”

His chest rumbles against your shoulder as he leads you down the sidewalk, eyes flickering to your face before your surroundings. “I’m doing the bare minimum. If you believe this is the nicest thing someone can do for you, I’m worried.” He’s amused, you can tell by the lilt of his voice.

With a huff, you push at his chest, although his hold on you makes it so he doesn’t move far. “You know what I mean, Hotchner. You keep doing nice things for me. Like that thing with Michael. And introducing me to all of those lawyers. That could help my career, you know.” Suddenly, you gasp, stopping your feet so fast that he has to hold you up from falling on your face. “Are you trying to make me leave the firm?”

“I’m sorry?” He moves to stand in front of you, hands sliding down to grab your hips to steady you on your heels, which make you realize just how much your feet and ankles ache.

Placing a hand on his chest, you push into him to keep yourself steady as you raise your foot, fingers digging into the heel of your shoe to pull it off. “You kept introducing me to a bunch of other prosecutors and lawyers and singing my praises. It sounds like you’re trying to pawn me off to some other attorney.” Your voice slowly trails off into a grumble as you peel off your shoe, immediately moving over to your other one.

Aaron lets out a soft sigh as he watches you remove your shoes, nose wrinkling slightly as your bare feet touch the sidewalk. Before you can speak again, he’s sliding your bag off of your shoulder, hoisting it up on his own. In one swift move, he’s crouching down, one arm sweeping beneath your legs and the other bracing your back as he lifts you up. A soft squeak leaves your lips as you’re suddenly lifted off the ground, one hand holding at the back of his neck for some type of stability. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m not letting you put your bare feet on the sidewalk. In this weather, you’ll catch a cold.” He responds easily, hands warm against the exposed skin of your lower thigh as he continues your walk. “Is it alright if I drive you home?”

Sighing, you pull your hand back towards your chest and lean your cheek against his shoulder, eyes fluttering as you fight the tiredness. “If it gets me to my bed faster, sure.” Suddenly, your eyelids pop open again, glancing up at his face. “You never answered my question. Are you trying to pawn me off to the highest bidder?”

Aaron’s quiet as he makes his way to his car, only speaking once he gets to the passenger side door. “Reach into the left pocket of my suit jacket and unlock the car, please.” He instructs, looking down at you.

“Answer my question.” You retort stubbornly, lips pulling down in a tight frown, bottom lip pushing out in a pout.

Rolling his eyes, he’s suddenly moving you in his arms, placing you down to sit on the hood of his car. One hand stays on your hip to keep you perched there while the other digs into the pocket of the jacket covering your shoulders, pulling out the keys himself as he stares directly into your eye. He unlocks the car as your pout deepens, opening the passenger side door before picking you up again.

He places you on the seat gently, laying your shoes and your bag at your feet so you didn’t lose them. Slender fingers grab your seatbelt before he’s leaning over you, cologne wafting over you again as he clicks the seatbelt into place. Rather than immediately pull back, he turns his head to look at you, face so close to yours that you can smell the remnants of his one scotch on his breath.

“I am not trying to get you to go to a law firm, or another district attorney’s office. I would like to keep you around for as long as possible, if I can.” His hand reaches up to brush a loose strand of hair out of your face, fingertips brushing against your cheekbone and short-circuiting your drunk brain long enough for him to be able to pull his upper body out of the car.

The passenger side door shuts before you can say anything, leaving you in silence as you try to wrap your head around just exactly what’s happening. Unfortunately, you come up with nothing, especially since your last drink is just now settling in and everything is growing fuzzier by the moment.

As soon as Aaron’s in the car, he starts the engine, turning on the heat and reaching over to adjust your vents. “Let me know if you need me to roll down the window.” He murmurs, taking one last once-over of your face to make sure you were okay before turning his gaze back to his mirrors and windows.

You want to take this time to talk to him, to ask questions and enjoy the presence of him outside the office. Despite your drunkenness, you are still rational, but he doesn’t have to know that. You could say whatever you wanted, blame it on the drinks if it backfired. Unfortunately, you’re too tired to come up with anything to say, leaning your head against the car door and letting yourself drift off to sleep.

You’re awoken what feels like ages later by a warm nudge on your knee, eyelids peeling open to see Aaron’s large hand on it. Licking your lips to try and solve your drymouth, you turn your head to look at him, softening under his gentle eyes. “Hi. Are we at my home?”

He chuckles softly, thumb brushing against the side of your kneecap before he sits up, removing his hand and leaving you cold. “You fell asleep before I could ask your address, so I brought you back to my apartment. Is that okay?”

Sitting up, you run your fingers through your hair, praying that your make-up hasn’t smeared too much and you don’t look as dishelved as you feel. “As long as there’s somewhere for me to sleep and a glass of water.”

“Lucky for you, I have both.” With a flash of a smile your way, he turns off the car, immediately opening his door. In a moment, he’s at your door, opening it. Your head finds his shoulder again as he picks you up, abandoning your shoes in the floorboards as he shuts the passenger door.

He has you inside his apartment before you can even register that you’ve moved, setting you back down on your feet and tugging down the hem of your dress to keep you covered. While he locks the door and sets down his keys in the tray next to it, you take the moment to look around, the hardwood cold against your feet. “Your apartment is very… boring.”

He snorts in amusement from behind you, gentle hands pushing your hair to the side so that he could pull his suit jacket off of your shoulders. Noticing your shiver once the cool air hits you, he tosses it to the side, running his warm hands over your exposed skin. The front of his thighs nudge you forward as his hands slide down to your hips, urging you towards the couch and directing you to sit down. “Good thing it’s not a hotel, then.”

“Zero stars.” You agree, curling into yourself as you settle down into the crook where the arm of the couch met the back of it. “It's freezing in here.”

Grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch, he drapes it over your lap, both covering the expanse of thigh revealed by sitting down and warming you up. “I’ll grab you some clothes that’ll warm you up,” he responds briskly.. “Did you have any other complaints, princess?” He taunts, a smile pulling at his lips as he stands up straight, placing his hands on his hips..

You copy his grin, tilting your head to the side innocently. “The fact that you haven’t called me that before is quite a shame.”

He makes it apparent that he doesn’t take you seriously, his eyes rolling dramatically before he turns around, disappearing into one of the rooms off of the living room. He returns just a moment later, handing you a stack of clothes. “Shirt, sweatpants and some socks. The bathroom is just there.” He points to a shut door.

Nodding, you slowly stand up, making a show of pulling your dress down for yourself before grabbing the clothes out of his hand. You’re steadier on your feet now as you make your way towards the bathroom, giving him a brave and flirty smile as you shut the door behind you.

In the silence of the bathroom, you take the time to make yourself just a bit more presentable. Peeling off the dress you had bought just the day before and probably wouldn’t wear again, you quickly pull on the clothes that Aaron had given you, glancing at yourself in the mirror once they were on. Both items of clothing swallow you whole, the sweatpants hanging extremely low on your hips and the shirt draping down to your mid-thigh. To prevent accidentally flashing your boss, you use your hair tie to tie up the front of the sweatpants, making the waistline just tight enough to keep the sweatpants from falling.

After wetting your fingers and wiping away all of the make-up that had smeared, you finally step out of the bathroom, taking in the sight of Aaron. He’s changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants, just like you, although they obviously fit him a lot better. The shirt stretches across his shoulder blades as he drapes a blanket over the couch, the sight sending not-so-PG thoughts to your brain.

He turns around at the feeling of your eyes on him, that same amused look he had been sporting all night painting across his face as he notices the look in your eyes. Slowly, his eyes skirt along your entire appearance, softening ever-so-slightly at the corners at just how baggy everything looks. “Are you warmer?”

“Very much so.” You respond, lips parting in a large yawn. “Is this my abode for the night?” Your hand points at the small set-up he’s created on the couch, a couple of throw blankets and a decorative pillow.

Almost immediately, he shakes his head. “No, it’s mine.” Noticing your look, he quirks a brow. “You’re going to comment on how nice I am and then be surprised that I’m letting you take my bed for the night?”

Huffing, you move past him quickly, laying down on the couch before he could stop you. “Not happening, Hotchner. There is such a thing as too nice, and it’s what you’ve been tonight.” Pulling your legs closer to your chest, you lift up the blankets, sliding yourself beneath them.

To your surprise, he leans down to tap your shoulder, adjusting the pillow behind your back once you’ve leaned forward. “Fine. But you can’t say I didn’t try.” After he’s sure you’re comfortable, he turns around, stepping away again. “Let me grab the stuff I left you in my room, then.”

While he’s gone, you settle deeper into the couch. It’s either surprisingly comfortable, or the alcohol in your system has really taken a toll on you. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’re surrounded in the smell of him, both by the clothes on your body and the blankets over your body.

Your eyes are fluttering closed as you hear his footsteps again, noting the clink of a glass on the side table and the soft rattle of pills. You can’t bring yourself to open them again, or open your mouth to thank him, but luckily he doesn’t seem to expect anything from you.

The only thing you’re able to register before you finally fall asleep is the soft brush of fingers on your forehead, pushing away a couple of stray hairs, before the soft click of a bedroom door.

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jjslvt · 7 days ago

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HEART, BONES & SOUL ── .✦ angst, comfort, fluff .ᐟ.ᐟ

⤷ boyfriend!jj maybank x girlfriend!reader (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

➤ wc: 2.8k // lyrics are from the song shelter by machineheart

(tw: reader has an abusive father, mentions of jj’s abusive father) // notes: i’m sorry, this is self indulgent due to the day i’ve had. needed to let it out somehow ig lol

strange was the only way to describe how the universe worked; bringing you together with jj maybank. a boy, whose own life mirrored yours — the same struggles shared and both of you putting up strong fronts in public, brushing off the pains you endure. ones caused by people who are supposed to always protect you, yet they harm you instead. how could they be so cruel? a question nobody ever has an answer for.

abusive fathers, the main horrible thing you and your boyfriend of eight months, jj, had specifically shared in common.

you had quickly learned about jj’s situation; especially when you started dating him and saw all the damn bruises and cuts he adorned sometimes. the occurrence of it was often so you knew it couldn’t just be stupid fights with kooks or something. he would smile in front of his friends, even you but your heart ached when he did. because it was him, someone you cared for so much & so fast and the fact that you understood more than he would know at the time.

jj had confided in you and slowly learned to open up to you; he leaned on you. he even had moments where he cried to you about it. gentle caring is what you did for him and it was so healing; he fell deeply for you. your love was something he never realized he wanted and needed. in return, he wanted to give you that same type of love.

yet back then, you hadn’t told him of your situation with the same problem but he suspected something. you understood him too well and gave him a comfort he never received before. something that not even his best friends could really do for him. he couldn’t help but wonder if you hid some stuff from him, especially the times your mood could be off or the way it could a hot day yet you chose to wear a hoodie or something, a very rare few times. when he pushed for an answers, you successfully avoided the topic.

avoidance, something he used to do before being able to open up to you. after a while, he recognized it. he realized you had a personality that was somewhat similar to his.

and the way that abuse had impacted how you two could act, perceive things, etc. trauma — the damage it had created because like jj, you shared the traits of being impulsive, being on edge sometimes and having irritability coupled with some aggression.

another thing he had noticed was the way your reputations seemed to be the same (full of judgement from others). he didn’t understand at all, why some people would look down on you. you were sweet and loyal to him and kind to his friends. they had welcomed you in and truly enjoyed you, being happy for jj. hell, you were even polite to strangers. you wouldn’t do anything unless someone did it to your loved ones. so it baffled him when he saw that some people had this bad view of you, as if you were… dangerous?

as time went on, it was harder for you to stifle it and hide — the pieces started coming together for jj and about two months ago, you had finally confirmed his rising suspicions.

you opened up to him, telling him that you also had an abusive father. but unlike jj’s father, he wasn’t as physical. he was more of the screaming type. harassing, controlling and narcissistic. any physical moves, those were quite rare moments which appalled jj still — making him wonder, ‘what fuckin’ father goes after his daughter? a girl…’ he thought that was even worse. his stomach churned and his blood boiled when he learned it all. instantly reacting, wanting to go find the man and knock him out but you wouldn’t let him, of course. you reassured and tried hard to calm jj that day; it wasn’t easy.

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today was a rough day for you; just everything seemed to be going wrong this week and your stress started to mount high. at this point, you had a slight headache and all it took was one trigger from your father to make you explode.

for once, he wasn’t screaming at you but he never particularly said nice things. even if he had rare calm moments, his words stung with a mild venom laced in.

it was very hard listening to your abuser tell you, “you need to move on and stop blaming others.”

he had said that when you were mildly venting about having issues this week; people causing trouble for you and you not feeling that well on top of it. you have been feeling exhausted recently.

that comment had you seeing red and you lost it, your voice becoming loud — that happened though. the cycle of damn abuse. you had these moments where you would be the one to start screaming. where you’d be the one to punch a hole in the wall. and god, did you hate it afterwards. you would have days where you wondered, if you’re just like him, your father.

“others are at fault! you know, he’s your friend and he acts like i did something to him personally!” you yelled to your father as he lazily sat on the couch, watching television — not saying a thing right now.

“some grown man double my age, that i never spoke to… accusing me of being abusive or some shit! then going around town, spreading that!!” you said and still, no word from your father. yet.

“people treat me like garbage! i feel like crap! i’m tired of being mistreated for no reason!!!” your volume almost reached a shrieking point, you couldn’t control it.

you wondered if his silence meant some guilt. if your words struck him — if for once, he would admit something. you never called your dad out on his abuse because if you were to accuse him of that, you would be done for and you knew that. you just vented about the others who did you wrong.

he would go in public and pretend to be the perfect father. everyone loved him, that was the worst part. he was a popular and respected man.

he did have his good moments with you too, which it made difficult sometimes. giving you conflicting feelings of shame and guilt. making you always forgive because despite it all, you did love him. but you wondered why couldn’t that be the father you needed, always. why couldn’t that man stick. that was another topic though.

you knew your father made up lies about you. he did it to your mother but she had left. being free of him while you were still stuck here. you weren’t dumb. even in the past, when you were a child — you learned early how the man would lie and shift it onto you. that you did something wrong when he actually did.

you knew he was the reason you had a shitty reputation in some parts. he would never admit he abuses you and in some ways… he believed his own lies. constantly saying how he was the best father but deep down buried, he had to of known the truth.

because some people thought that you were an abusive person.

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𝄞 ❝let my heart be your shelter. let these bones be the giver. let this soul be your whisper.❞ 𝄞

naturally, after losing your cool… your father had eventually fought back. it had escalated. the blame put all on you, as usual, like you caused the misfortunes of your life. the yelling matches happened until you finally closed the door and stayed in your room. you know you lost your cool more but the audacity of him telling you to move on from mistreatment.

as if he isn’t doing it to you. as if it still doesn’t go on in your shitty life. as if he didn’t ruin some of the chances you had in life. it was a ripple effect… you didn’t see that much of a future because people thought lowly of you and all the internal struggles you had for yourself, weighing you down. making you feel like you can’t try hard enough anymore.

your headache grew worse after pacing around in your room, trying to calm down before you put another small hole in the wall.

that headache was probably the only reason you slumped in bed instead, simmering down a smidge.

then you heard a notification from your phone.

> from jj ❤️: heyy sweet thanggg 😋 why haven’t ya texted me yet?? barely heard from ya this week babe 😔

> from jj ❤️: and come over. miss uuu, need my daily dose of y/n 😙

your eyes scanned the texts, feeling a slight warmth seep in after reading it. you almost cracked a smile but the headache and situation today made it hard.

> from y/n ❤️: hey jay. sorry, having a bad week is all. my head hurts too…

when jj got the text back, his brows furrowed and he knew something had happened. his senses kicking in when he noticed your lack of emojis and that reply. he got worried and turned into protective boyfriend mode.

> from jj ❤️: i’m coming to pick you up, ok?

your heart did skip a beat reading that, even after months of dating, his actions still surprised you.

you felt a bit guilty though.

> from y/n ❤️: but it wasn’t that bad. it’s ok, jj. really, i don’t wanna down the mood either!

> from jj ❤️: stop. you’re my girlfriend. you don’t “down the mood.” plus you’d do the same for me

> from jj ❤️: just wait for me. i’m picking you up, end of

and in a haste, jj grabbed his bike and stopped for nothing to come get to you. although you didn’t live extremely far which helped too. by the time he came, your father had fallen asleep and you went out, greeting your boyfriend.

he got off his bike fast; dressed in his dark button up shirt with a red cap on backwards — he looked worried upon seeing the tired look on your face. by now, that anger you had earlier had been sucked out due to you just feeling shitty & it had shown on your face. somehow, everything just felt like it ached and jj immediately pulled you into his arms; hating to see you suffer like this.

his arms wrapped tight around your waist, refusing to let up as if you’d fly away. a possessiveness grew in him when he felt your arms lightly embrace him back. you leaned into him, feeling comfort already.

“did he hurt you?” his tone was firm and lately, jj struggled more not to let himself intervene & land a punch to your father.

“no jj. actually… i started yelling this time. lost my stupid cool cause of something he said…” you sounded dejected and he knew you were being honest. so a part of his tension eased up but he didn’t like hearing you this way — didn’t wanna press on. he knew what it was like… he knew better than anyone else on how you probably felt right now. the complicated emotions whirling around you.

now his focus was getting you away from here for peace.

“we’ll go to the chateau, the others are out so we can have the place to ourselves a bit.”

jj drove you on his bike, heading off to the chateau. you clutched onto him tightly with closed eyes and leaned against his back during the whole ride. the wind was blowing through your hair and although it didn’t really help your headache, you just focused on the feeling of your boyfriend. he would turn his head back a few times just to see you for a second.

when you two arrived; you went to the porch, jj guiding you gently as he held your hand in his. fingers interlaced while keeping you close. the sun was still out as it was daytime and he paused, putting you in front of him. his ocean blue orbs staring into your soul… those eyes looked sad as they read you. he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“baby, you are nothin’ like him.” he made sure to keep his tone soft, forcing any frustration he felt for you to stay at bay.

you blinked, almost surprised then remembered that you two were the same, ‘of course he knows exactly what i’m thinking about…’

he stopped holding your hand & raised it, cupping one side of your cheek with a delicate touch. gently rubbing his thumb on your skin, trying to soothe your hurt.

“you won’t ever be like him. it’s okay to lose it. shit, you’ve seen me lose it more…”

his low tone full of softness was melting away at you though you couldn’t help but feel slight tears start to prick your eyes. he was so sweet to you. and after all the times you’ve been there for him, jj gave back — an equal give and take relationship. you were his reason to smile and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make make you smile more. you taught him that being soft was fine… to be vulnerable and that letting it out is okay so he was going to do the same for you.

you didn’t know what to say and you just wanted to listen to him — he picked up on that. he was very aware of you, having paid careful attention the closer you two got. the stronger the bond became.

did you trauma bond? probably… but there was more to it. if anything, you two could be twin flames.

“you have me, beautiful. always will… i’m here and from now, jus’ text me right away. blow up my phone & i’ll come runnin’ to ya!”

he wasn’t always the best at words but right now, his every word gave you a sense of peace. it meant everything to you and you were grateful.

a tear slipped out, to which he quickly brushed away with his thumb as his hand still cupped your cheek.

his other hand grabbed one of yours and he placed your hand over his heart — holding it in place with his own.

“my heart beats for you, alright? and with every bone in this damn body, i’m gonna try to protect you.” it was like a vow because jj knew something had to be done. he was suffering and so were you… this same battle needs to end for the both of you.

“t-thank you…” you sniffled, more tears starting to come out because of how you felt for him and at everything else.

he let go of your hand over his heart and placed it on your other cheek — both hands cupping your face as he leaned in.

“hey, hey… shh darlin’ don’t cry…” he started kissing your tears, trying to will them away. he knew tears could make your headache get worse. you still looked drained and he hated it but he was glad you finally started smiling just a little bit. it slowly etched onto your face from his kisses — his lips moved on your upper cheeks, side to side… working on catching your every teardrop.

“and don’t thank me, i love you.” he whispered against your skin, making you flush a little. your tears simmering as you let out a quiet puff of a chuckle.

his words came from his soul. he was trying so hard and it felt like a tender whisper, making you forget your worries and relax.

“i love you too, jj.” you sincerely said which made him smile as he moved his face away a little but only to press a soft, tentative kiss to your lips next.

you melted, sighing softly against his mouth. it was one of those sweet kisses where he was just showing you how much he cared for you.

after you pull after, he speaks, “go inside and get some rest now, baby. i’ll be there soon.”

you nodded, taking off and feeling a lot of tension leave your body. your headache was still somewhat there and a nap was definitely needed.

jj’s face morphed back into concern and sadness after you went inside. he looked out into the distance, murmuring to himself.

“i gotta do somethin’ for us… soon.” he really did want to change it all for the both of you. especially you… he wanted you happy, healthy and safe.

even if it would be a challenge, he won’t back down.

at least you had jj maybank and he had you; there was some good in this world and meeting him was for a reason.

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chrisgetsmewetter · 9 days ago

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His first baddie

Pairing black!reader x simp!hamzah

summary: trying out for the freak show to widen your audience..and for hamzah too

warning: none (:

word count: 362

authors note: here’s an intro for my new series!! it is CRIMINAL how few hamzah x black girl fics there are. so mama cooked yall up a lil snack bc yall have been starved 🥲 if any of this is inaccurate to their personalities my bad yall im a new slushy 😝 I LOVE YALL XOXO💕👅

divider @kodaswrld and header by @dollywons ofc <3

you and hamzah met in 2020 when you auditioned for the freak show. it all started when..

*joining 4freakshow tryout* “hey y’all” you join the freakshow zoom call hiding you’re excitement bcs how tf did you get in here when like over 100 people were waiting too.

“oh my gosh hi ur so pretty” claire gushes as she admires you in your little zoom box

“HEY BESTFRIEND” chase yells in the mic.

“HEYYY BESTFRIEND” you scream back, then you notice Hamzah just staring at his screen smiling. “hamzah u not gonna speak?”

his smile drops real fast “huh.. oh i’m sorry, wait you know my name?” you pause for a second and give him a ‘really nigga’ face..

“why would i know claire and chases’ name but not yours?” you lick your lips analyzing his features closely. if we’re being honest your shitting yourself right now.

you’ve lowkey had a massive crush on Hamzah ever since you came across the freakshow channel. it was just something about his soft spoken voice and his doe eyes that reeled you in. And now he’s right in front of you (well virtually)

“yea that makes sense. I like your room, are those baseball caps in the back? you watch baseball?” hamzah exclaims knows damn well HE don’t even watch baseball

“hell nah, they just look good on me” you take a small glance back at your snapbacks

“why should you be a permanent member of the freakshow?” chase raises his eyebrow

“well-“ you start, about to list many things.. almost narcissistically, on why you should be on the show

“i’m sold” Hamzah blurted. chase and claire looked at him perplexed while you start smiling.

but you were so confused.. hamzah is the most awkward person on the internet but here he is flirting with you LIVE in front of over a THOUSAND people on twitch

“hamzah you can’t just accept her because she’s pretty see this is what’s so wrong with socie-“ chases mic cuts out and all of you burst into laughter

unfortunately after the fact no one ever got back to you, hamzah followed you on instagram and tiktok but nothing ever progressed

until 4 years later hamzah and martin invited you to film a video for their channel.

#hamzah x reader #hamzahthefantastic x reader #hamzah x y/n #hamzah x black!reader #4freakshow #black reader #hamzah blurp #slushy noobz

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lynnie-ee · 5 months ago

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Day 6; Intimidation.

╰┈➤"Being stared at by one of the Leech Twins could scare anyone at Night Raven College, even you, especially if there's no apparent reason behind it. Jade, on the other hand, believes his plan to hint his feelings for you is working greatly."

╰►Gender neutral reader, oneshot, 1.4k words.

╰► Character: Jade Leech.

╰►Note: The prompts are based on words I found interesting and then I put them on a roulette to decide when I would write about them, lol. English is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any grammatical mistakes <3. Not proof read, I haven't written in a long time, so I apologise if anything is out of character.

╰►Masterlist / Inktober Masterlist.

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Jade Leech has got his eyes on you for two weeks now.

At first, it only happened when you were in the hallways, but you didn't think much of it because, there were a lot of students, why would he be looking at you?

Then it was at the cafeteria when you were surrounded by your first-year friends, but that meant nothing because they were pretty loud, there were a lot of reasons why he could be staring.

But then it happened at the library when it was just Grim and you, which was weird, but perhaps he was looking at your little friend, maybe finding ways to blackmail him into working at Mostro Lounge again.

You've made a lot of excuses about it, thinking that it'd be narcissistic to believe he was solely staring at you, but now, as you are seated at one of the few benches that were around the Botanical Garden, with Jade only a few meters away, you could feel his gaze piercing you.

And it was fucking scary.

He worked casually on some annotations as he looked at a few mushrooms in the area, which made you wonder how seemed to be deeply focused on it while still managing to feel like he was staring at your soul.

'I was just looking for a peaceful place to study, Great Seven.'

You sighed, already tired of such attention upon you, which only fuelled the frustration you already felt due to that damn alchemy assignment you couldn't do properly.

Once again doing the assignment incorrectly, you turned towards where your pencil case was lying, looking for an eraser.

"You did the third step wrongly."

The voice of vicehousewarden echoed through the garden, as you lifted your face to observe him, realising he was staring at the mushrooms instead of you, making you wonder how he was even able to see your notebook from so far.

“Thank you, I’ll correct it when I get back to my dorm.” You answered trying to be polite, an awkward smile on your expression, as you grabbed your pencil case to start packing up your things, instead of just grabbing the eraser. You had enough of that psychological torture already.

“A pity that you’re leaving so soon, Prefect.” He commented as you got up from your seat.

“Yeah, I’ve to run some errands today. Goodbye, Jade.”

“Goodbye, good luck with your errands.” The vicehousewarden spoke with his usual mischievous smile, as if he knew you’d go home straight away after leaving the Botanical Garden, away from his prying eyes.

What the hell was wrong with him…?

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You wished that was the last time you were under the petrifying gaze of Jade Leech, but as usual for your luck, it wasn’t. In fact, you already had started to get used to it. This was Night Raven College, having a second-year student stare at you like a predator to his prey probably wasn’t even on your top five of the strangest things you’ve gone through ever since you arrived.

"Do you think Trein's going to put the class of this week into the next test?" Deuce questioned, as you walked along him, Ace walking behind with Grim. All of the classes of the day were already finished, and Deuce offered his room to finish one of the group homework that Crewel assigned last week.

"I think he said he would." Ace answered, balancing Grim on one of his shoulders.

"You both talk like you'll study for the test, how cute." You commented, chuckling softly, your laugh stopping immediately as out of nowhere, Jade appeared in front of you.

"Prefect, it's nice to see you." The vicehousewarden greeted, ignoring the panicked expression of the Heartslabyul first-years beside you. "I was wondering if you'd come to Mostro Lounge tomorrow, after class." He questioned politely.

"Tomorrow...? At Mostro Lounge?" The question escaped your lips, as your mind wondered what he could want from you.

"Yes, that's what I said." He reassured, his smile more insistent than usual.

"Yeah, sure..." You answered, mostly out of uneasiness, considering how widely known was around the school about the terrors of those who made the Leech Twins get annoyed.

"Wonderful, I'll wait for you, please be punctual." The second-year remarked, before turning around to continue his walk.

...

"Prefect, did you get into a deal with Azul?!"

"What the hell did you do wrong?! Messing with Octavinelle is awful, man...You're probably working at Mostro Lounge for at least 2 months."

"But I didn't do anything!" You excused yourself immediately.

"You didn't...? Then why did Jade ask you to go to Mostro Lounge?"

"I've got no idea..." You mumbled, sighing in exasperation. First the stares, and now this...

"Maybe you did something without noticing." Deuce suggested with a nervous tone.

"If that's the case, you're screwed, Prefect. Good luck with that, we'll visit you at your shifts at Mostro Lounge."

"Thanks for the support, boys." You commented sarcastically.

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This was it, the moment of truth.

You walked through the doors of Mostro Lounge, your expression as confident as you could, even if you were behind scared. You wondered all day what exactly you did to be stalked by Jade Leech and then asked to come to his dorm, because there surely was an explanation for it. Still, when it came to Octavinelle's vicehousewarden, you knew it was safer to wonder rather than be involved with him.

"You arrived perfectly on time." Was the first comment from the second-year student as soon as they arrived. "Please follow me." He indicated the way towards a more secluded room of the Mostro Lounge, which you followed without complaint. You were already there, might as well you could try your best not to bother him.

As he stood in front of you, you wondered once again why could he ask you to come talk to him, perhaps it was Grim who got into a problem, maybe he wanted to blackmail you, or he even could want to persuade you into making a deal with-

"I asked you to come because I had a question for you, so I apologize if it was inconvenient for you at all." He started, your body getting stiff, as if getting ready for a fight. "I was wondering if you perhaps wanted to go on a hike with me this weekend?"

...

"A hike, you say?" You asked, startled, as he nodded. "You mean, just the two of us?" That was bad, wasn't it? What if he wanted to take you to a lonely place to make you disappear or something of the sort?

"Yes, just the two of us." He replied. "Or at least, that was what the book suggested-"

"What book?" You questioned, confused.

"Ah, just a book I read about human custom. It said humans usually liked dates on open spaces, or where they could do activities outdoors. Perhaps you aren't the kind of person that likes them? I could come up with other kinds of ideas indoors, if you'd like." The vicehousewarden explained, his voice steady as usual.

'Did he say date...?'

"No, I do like being outside and all of that, it's just that...You asked me to come here to ask me out?"

"Yes. My previous plans didn't seem to be working, so I figured it'd be best to approach you directly."

"What previous plans?"

"Well, the book explained that humans usually express interest through eye contact, is that correct?" The second-year questioned with a genuine expression that almost seemed adorable.

"Eye-contact...? Well, uhm..." You mumbled, wondering when you ever made eye contact with Jade at all. Wait. "You mean, like the times when you stared at me in class?"

"Indeed, was it effective?"

"It certainly caught my attention, for sure..." You mumbled, relieved to learn that his intentions seemed to be way less dangerous than you thought at first.

"I'm glad to hear that. Then, would you like to join me for a hike?"

You considered his words for a second, wondering whether it'd be a good idea or not. But after so much time being chased by his gaze, and so many hours thinking about the reason behind it, you considered a date wouldn't hurt, wouldn't it? He had perseverance, at least.

"I'd love to join you, Jade."

"I'm glad to hear that." He chuckled softly, surprising you with how cute he actually looked when he didn't stalk you through school hours.

"Jade."

"Yes?"

"From now on, if you want to learn about human customs, just ask me, okay?"

"In that case, I'll be more than pleased to be your student, Prefect." He replied, the small smile still on his face as he looked at you with his mismatched eyes.

Well, perhaps you wouldn't mind being the one staring at him now.

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#twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oneshot #disney twst #twst x you #twisted wonderland jade #twst oneshot #twst jade #jade leech x reader #lynnie's post

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astroyongie · 10 months ago

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My Opinion On The Mercury Signs and Placements

Note: this is just my opinion! hope you guys find it intersting <3 I might do a Venus and mars version as well and perhaps a moon hihi

Aries Mercury: They are actually super funny and they have such low pitched yet they speak loudly! like one can hear them from a mile away. They are loud and super sociable. Not the smartness but they can put up a fight. They can be quite arrogant tho, some aries have a thing for being dicks and super aggressive when they are upset.

Taurus Mercury: They talk slowly, almost like they are just tired of life in general. This placement has a beautiful voice but they are too lazy to put it into practice. People with this placement are sensual when they talk without even noticing. but they are also so stubborn that having arguments with them is impossible. also they seem to be smart but they lack common sense.

Gemini Mercury: Everyone knows that they are loud, they are sociable, they are freaking smart because they have so many interests in life that you can speak with them about pretty much anything. also they pull the most smart stuff out of nowhere. they have some issues with lying though, they often attempt to lie and they twist stuff a lot. Also they can be so noisy that it rubs people the wrong way.

Cancer Mercury: They are the kings of manipulation, but like without lying? because they suck at lying, they always leave out clues when they lie so unless you are not very smart, you can't get it straight. cancer’s are also super sensitive and people with this placement are always exaggerating and pessimist. some people might get annoyed by them. but they are the best to seek comfort

Leo Mercury: the kings of the party, people with these placement have a way to talk that always gets everyone’s attention. They are eloquent and they are so dramatic that listening to them is like listening to story times on tiktok. they can be quite narcissistic tho and the conversation often revolves around them

Virgo Mercury: they are smart as hell, and they are so conscious of their environment and of the people they are with. they always take everything into consideration before they open their mouth. quite anxious as well. but virgos tend to be super judgemental over the smallest things.

Libra Mercury: They are so flirty and they don't even notice it. like the way they talk, they laugh, they are just so seductive? Maybe their brain doesn't have much in it, but they sure know how to keep someone interested. can’t make decisions so dont ask them stuff also don't trust them with big secrets since they are quite self serving

Scorpio Mercury: people melt when they open their mouth, their low voice is so sensual and people get attracted to them so easily. yet some people can be intimidated by them because their communication is so eye rolling or deep smiling like. Some people are scared. They keep secrets the best tho and they make you feel like you can trust them. they will ruin your reputation tho

Sagittarius Mercury: they never shut up and they can be so annoying because why do they need to always find arguments on everything and anything? They also want to be right 28904% of the time. but they are also the most friendly people ever and they can make everyone feel comfortable around them.

Capricorn Mercury: They aren’t talkative, people usually see them as being timid and shy or quiet reserved. but the truth is when you learn about them, they are so smart and they are able to teach you things. they have that timber that makes them look like they are snobby but they are nice in the deep.

Aquarius Mercury: I honestly can’t understand them, because they are the most random people. like they are so damn smart but sometimes they seem so damn stupid? they are unpredictable, the type that goes from talking to screaming in less than one second. the one that explains to you the theory of gravity and then asks if the chickens lay eggs. They can’t keep secrets.

Pisces Mercury: this placement is so funny because they lie so easily and the worst is that they believe their own lies, their own creations so everyone will believe it as well. you never know with them, you can never tell when they are serious or when they aren't. despite that escapism they have, they are also super empathetic and the best to have deep non judgemental conversions with.

Mercury in the 1st House: They can have the bad habit of always talking about themselves or like i often noticed that they bring themes and conversations back to themselves and their self interests. However they don't do it on purpose, they are just built like that. Also no one talks about the fact that they are incredibly smart.

Mercury in the 2nd House: The way their brains work is super effective. They are the type of people to always put their values first and they have such strong morals as well. This placement also favors the interactions when they need something. They know how to use their talking skills to get what they want. They have a fancy way of talking as well, very eloquent.

Mercury in the 3rd House: probably the best placement to have your mercury on since it's on its ruler house. Also people with this are another type of smart, they can outrange people and often that puts so much pressure on them that they start to doubt themselves.

Mercury in the 4th House: They have quite some trauma. This placement is neither good or bad, people with this mercury are often not listened to, often not taken seriously and often forgotten when they are in a group. That is because they are more of the observant type of people than the one that makes decisions. some people might think they are dumb

Mercury in the 5th House: the placement of the clowns because they are effortlessly funny, they are so damn creative, their voice is like honey dripping into one’s ears and everyone is obsessed with having them as friends for some reason. They are super fun, and they have got some rizz on them as well. They can flirt and they will do it so well.

Mercury in the 6th House: Some people can find them annoying because they are very upright, in my opinion they also lack funny. like they aren't especially hilarious, but they are such the right person when you need someone to lean on and to talk to. because they understand and they provide critical constructivism. They are super smart as well, like really smart.

Mercury in the 7th House: They can be a little annoying because they are the type to always talk about their crushes, about their family and their love life in general. They are people who seek comfort and attention in others due to their lower self esteem. Yet they give so much good advice and they have such a talent and emotional intelligence when it comes to children and the underdog.

Mercury in the 8th House: They have a perception of the world that is just so different from ours. They are able to go deep. like they have a brian of someone who smoked weed all their life and traveled through miles away. They are so flirty without even noticing, like the way they talk can make anyone get on their knees for them. They have the art of manipulation and gaslighting

Mercury in the 9th House: Many people with this placement can easily learn languages and they can easily speak several tongues and even understand some without speaking those. They are smart, they are always searching for more as their brain is always active and always seeking for more to be fed on. They have such a philosophy, the type of people you can talk with about everything and never get bored.

Mercury in the 10th House: They are super careful with the way they speak (they are quite fancy and eloquent, their vocabulary is very high in my opinion). they are the type of person that values their reputation and because of that they aren't comfortable with words or with talking with people outside their work or outside their goals. they probably feel very lonely as well.

Mercury in the 11th House: They are unbearable because THEY NEVER SHUT UP! They are super sociable, they are always talking and they are always pulling things out of their butt. Also they have quite a dark humor to them, but they aren't ashamed of it. People with this placement are also super skilled in figuring out lies and people just by looking at them

Mercury in the 12th House: They are very reserved, they don't speak much, they are the type to be very shy and quiet. I also noticed that this placement are people who are just so deep and emotional, like they often can say things that will shake your core. They believe in the spiritual world and they always try to prove it through A and B. Also they are quite some fantastic liars.

#astrology #astrology readings #astrology facts #astro observations #astrology transits #astrology observations #astrology community #mercury

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witchygagirlwrites · 2 months ago

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Real Man

Jay Halstead x Reader

Your ex pushes Jay too far

Warnings: Suggestive?

“So I was thinking” you cut your eyes up from your computer to your boyfriend who was currently sitting on the edge of your desk giving you one of those smiles he knew could get you to agree to damn near anything. “Thinking what honey?” he shrugged “Will’s birthday is tonight. Wanna go out to Mollys with him and Nat? Get a couple beers? Maybe we can go get dinner or catch a movie after?”

You felt a smile slip onto your face “Date night after we ditch your brother so him and his girl can go home to her kid?” he nodded “Exactly” you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth like you were having to think about it for a second and laughed when his eyes widened “I’m kidding Jay! Pick me up at seven” he shook his head “That was mean baby”

You turned in front of the mirror to check your reflection once more. The dress you picked was one of Jay’s favorites on you, along with the boots. You heard a knock at your door and checked the time, six fifty five. Damn.

You walked over to the door and opened it to find Jay on the other side. He turned when the door opened like he was about to say something but when he saw you his mouth snapped shut. “What?” you asked, suddenly double thinking about your outfit. He shook his head “Are you trying to not go out? Because that dress makes me want to stay in” you felt your face warm along with pretty much the rest of your body at his comment.

“C’mon baby, Will is waiting. You’ve got plenty of time later to do with me as you please” one his eyebrows raised and you winked at him then grabbed your jacket “Let’s go” you felt his hand on your lower back as you locked your door and then on the way to his truck it slid lower to gently squeeze your ass. When you gasped lightly he leaned closer, letting his teeth graze the soft skin of your neck “I’m gonna take my take with you later”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. Maybe Will would understand? No no no. You had to meet him.

Jay had his arms around your waist and you were leaning back against his chest. Him and Will were playing darts and while you could have sat down you didn’t exactly mind an opportunity to be in his arms. His lips brushed your neck before he stepped away just long enough to throw his dart and it landed on another bullseye. You laughed at the look on Will’s face “Why are you playing darts with someone who was in the rangers that we consistently use as the help from above and expecting to win” Will cut his eyes at Jay who explained “Her idea of help from above is a sniper on the roof”

Will nodded “That’s a good point” Jay laughed and squeezed your hips “Damn sweetheart I already beat him in four games” you nodded turning your head to look back at him “It was getting sad” “Oh was it?” Jay laughed, leaning down to catch your lips in a quick kiss.

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“Well if it isn’t my leftovers and the sad sap who got em” You immediately stiffened at the voice. Your ex Lee Richards. A narcissist, toxic, insecure asshole. The complete opposite of the man whose arms you were currently in and who must be very drunk to think this was a good idea.

Jay turned, pushing you behind him as he did so “Walk away Richards. I’ll give you one chance” You cut your eyes at Will, silently begging for help when Lee had the nerve to say “Ya know that first time you fucked her we hadn’t been broken up but what? Three weeks? She was probably thinking about me”

Jay laughed and it was anything but a humorous sound “And yet the entire time I was between her legs she damn sure wasn’t screaming your name when she was begging me for it. Maybe she was just tired of little boys playing grown up and needed a real man to show her how a woman should be treated. Now get the fuck out of my face before I break your jaw”

Lee ever the idiot swung on Jay who easily blocked the punch with his left hand and threw a punch with his right that connected solidly with a sickening crunch. He dropped onto the floor, holding his face. “I’ll press charges” he threatened around the swelling but Nat, Cruz and about half a dozen other people all piped up saying it was self defense. Jay winked at him “My word against yours. You work for a nobody I work for Hank Voight. Get up”

Lee scrambled to his feet and made a beeline for the door. You reached for Jay’s hand and he let you turn it over “I’m fine baby, his face isn’t hard enough to hurt me” you kissed his hand then whispered in his ear “That was the absolute sexiest thing I have ever seen” he cut his eyes at you and a smirk slipped onto his face “Happy birthday Will, I’ll catch you later” then grabbed your hand.

“Where are you two going?” Will called as Jay tugged you behind him through the bar and out the door.

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Your back was against Jay’s truck while he worked the sensitive flesh right below your ear with his teeth. A low moan of his name slipped out of your lips, your fingers finding their way into his hair. He moved back up to your mouth, leaving a bruising kiss against your lips “Did it turn you on that much? Me defending you?” one of his hands slipped under the hem of your dress and when you didn’t protest that the two of you were outside, visible to anyone and instead just left your legs fall apart wider he laughed against your lips “Damn, remind me to knock idiots on their asses more often”

#jay halstead x you #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead smut #jay halstead fanfiction #chicago pd fanfiction #chicago pd fic #chicago pd fanfic

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burningcheese-merchant · 4 months ago

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Psst, hear me out: The Beast being fucking yanderes with the ancients.

You Get It™️ I mean... Did you guys see episode 6? Burning Simp Cookie is already a yandere lol. He's been there and he refuses to leave. And Shadow Milk is honestly not that far behind, he feels some type of way towards Pure Vanilla and it would be cute if it wasn't so sad and creepy lol

Really though, I just love hero/villain ships in general (always have, since long before Cookie Run ever existed) and I get a kick out of villains acting stupid over crushes (read: obsessions), and acting stupid in general. There's just something about a villain being in love with the hero to a psychotic, comical degree, and the hero rebuffing them at every turn that's just really amusing to me lol. Like what Joker sort of has with Batman, you know?

Here are my Yandere Beasts in bare-bones terms:

Burning Spice: come on, if you've read my stuff, you know EXACTLY what Yandere Spice is like lol. If not, I'll refer you to this and this, as well as my fics on AO3. If those don't tell you what Yandere Spice is like then idk how else to help you lol

Shadow Milk: if the final boss of theater/drama kids had a crush but was also a malignant narcissist of some sort lol. Absolutely DESPERATE for Vanilla's attention at all times. If he's not actively trying to worm into Vanilla's brain and harass him in his thoughts and dreams, he's in the real world brainstorming better ways to do that lol. He does not grasp why the creepy puppet shows and gaslighting attempts aren't convincing Vanilla to fall in love with him. Will attack and torment and insult Vani in one breath and then praise and love and worship him in another, because he's a histrionic clown freak with whirlwind emotions. But above all else, he literally thinks he owns Vani and is meticulously plotting the horrible and hilarious demise of any and all he perceives as a threat to their union

Eternal Sugar: World's Laziest Stalker™️. Almost exclusively haunts Holly in her dreams (I have to assume that that's what her power will entail, as the Beast of Sloth); however, she's more "effective" in her wooing attempts due to her past experience as the Herald of Happiness. She actually goes out of her way to construct dreams and the like that have things in them that make Holly happy (or what she thinks makes Holly happy; she, as well as the others, has big tunnel vision and is very selfish and self-absorbed, and thus pays more lip service to her own wants than those of who she loves/obsesses over). Thankfully doesn't run into Holly in person often because that's work... but sometimes she DOES work up the nerve to go after her for real, and... well

Mystic Flour: Denial, denial, denial. Not just a river in Egypt the Golden Cheese Kingdom, but she'll say and act like otherwise. No, she does not like Dark Cacao. He robbed her of her volition and the chance to enact her will. He prevented her from freeing the world from pain and suffering. He is a stubborn fool who refuses to understand the truth. He... is very handsome. She does not like how handsome he is. It is distracting. She doesn't like dwelling on her memories of him and their encounters. She doesn't like how she came to harbor a single kernel of respect in her heart after he stood his ground against her; a kernel that she inadvertently nurtured and cultivated slowly but surely, until... no. No, she doesn't like Dark Cacao. She doesn't think about him all day. She doesn't want to try to lure him back to her land so she can trap him in the flour fog with her again. She doesn't miss feeling his dark eyes on her. She doesn't deeply resent his attachment to his people, and seek to transfer that attachment to her instead. No, she... damn it, he's ruined her. He's made her feel things again. He's made her succumb to selfishness and greed, to earthly desire and attachment - desire for HIM, attachment to HIM. All of her hard work and enlightenment gone to waste... She doesn't want to like Dark Cacao, she recognizes the folly in such a thing, but she's stuck - and so stuck is she that not only does she not really see a way out, she doesn't WANT one. She's become too content with her attachment to him too quickly. Now she has to agonize over her own foolishness, and try to keep denying that she doesn't care while also longing for his attention and wanting to do away with all that steals his attention away from her

Silent Salt: probably the least awful of the five, but he's still creepy and that's not a high bar to clear anyway lol. Has a better grasp on "normal" behavior than the others (like... he pays attention to what White Lily likes/wants and tries to adjust accordingly), but he's following her around everywhere and acting extremely violent and territorial over her towards anyone who he catches approaching her. He's legitimately, surprisingly sweet and gentle towards her; he brings her flowers, he listens to her when she asks/tells him something, he's more or less respectful of her personal space (he will try to be as physically close to her as possible, but actually backs off a little if she asks him to, only to try again, and so on and so forth)... but he's still a villain, he's still violent and creepy, he still gets angry when she pays attention to other people for too long and he has brought actual harm to others out of jealousy. He's the best of the worst but that really doesn't mean much of anything, he's still a psycho creep like the others

In short, they form a tight-knit coalition of absolutely fucking deranged freakazoids and they should all probably die :)

#i'm having more fun with this idea than I probably should #please feel free to ask me more about Yandere Beasts I welcome it wholeheartedly #writing crazy people is so much fun to me lol #cookie run kingdom #burningcheese #goldenspice #silentlily #hollysugar #mysticcacao #pureshadow #shadowvanilla #ancient cookies #beast cookies #yandere beasts #new yandere beasts tag let's goooooo

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