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[gojosconsort]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ masterlist !!

𓂃୨ৎ all work is nswf. mdni !! (* dark content)

multi-char headcanons

jjk men love to eat you out

smau

come over?

𓂃୨ৎ they’re blowin’ up your phone past midnight—sure you won’t fall back into that situationship trap again? right??

headcanons

𓂃୨ৎ satoru gojo

onlyfans creator!reader x best friend!satoru gojo

afab!reader x professor!gojo

afab!reader x older bf!satoru

𓂃୨ৎ kento nanami

older bf!kento headcanons

𓂃୨ৎ toji fushiguro

older bf!toji headcanons 02

older bf!toji headcanons 01

afab!reader x husband!toji

afab!reader x bully!toji x bully!shiu

𓂃୨ৎ shiu kong

older bf!shiu headcanons

afab!reader x bully!toji x bully!shiu

𓂃୨ৎ ryomen sukuna

afab!reader x school-tyrant!sukuna (both legal age)

𓂃୨ৎ choso kamo

afab!reader x singer!choso kamo

stories

𓂃୨ৎ satoru gojo

blowjob 101 with satoru

𓂃୨ৎ after a movie night, you confess to your older best friend satoru that you’ve never given a blowjob and he offers to teach you at your doorstep.

virgin!satoru (college au)

𓂃୨ৎ satoru’s a nervous wreck, barely holding it together as his long-time crush—you—steps into his room. one touch, one smile, and he’s done for, desperate and clumsy, trying to fuck you right.

𓂃୨ৎ toji fushiguro

ridin’ out the attitude

𓂃୨ৎ you’ve been pushin’ toji’s buttons all damn day. now he’s got you straddlin’ his lap, smirkin’ as he makes you ride that thick cock ‘til you’re beggin’, spankin’ your ass red just to remind you who’s boss.

𓂃୨ৎ ryomen sukuna

fuck you (on that bike)

𓂃୨ৎ you thought you could bug sukuna while he’s working on his bike and get away with it. big mistake—he’s about to fuck you raw on that leather seat ‘til you’re crying his name.

drabbles

𓂃୨ৎ satoru gojo

satoru can't keep up with sex addict!reader

satoru is the only one allowed to teach you how to kiss

giving satoru a blowjob while he's driving

actor!satoru's got a problem under the sheets

satoru knows that you go weak over him calling you 'good girl'

satoru who loves your stretch marks

mean!satoru fucking his virgin gf

touch starved!satoru drabble

satoru goes down on his pregnant wife

satoru being mean with a lot of toys

satoru sucking on your boobs while you dry hump him

satoru overstimulating his virgin gf

sex addict!satoru fucks you whenever he can

pervy!satoru drabble

husband!satoru can’r resist you

hate fucking with satoru

fratboy!satoru loves to fuck you stupid

sub!satoru gets jerked off by you

satoru jerking off to your only fans vid

virgin!satoru has some (unholy) thoughts about you

𓂃୨ৎ suguru geto

boyfriend!suguru confesses during sex

pornstar!suguru only got eyes for you

pregnancy sex with husband!suguru

fucking suguru and toji at the same time

mean!suguru pushing you to use your safe word *

fratboy!suguru finally gets to fuck you

step-brother!suguru can’t cum unless inside you <3 *

step-brother!suguru loves his little sister so much *

𓂃୨ৎ satosugu

satosugu celebrate your birthday

sucking suguru while satoru fucks you <3

we should totally fuck sometime, right?

you take satosugu both for the first time

𓂃୨ৎ kento nanami

husband!kento and oblivious!wife drabble pt 3

husband!kento and oblivious!wife drabble pt 2

husband!kento and oblivious!wife pt 1

blowjob for professor!nanami

suprising your husband!kento with lingerie

cockwarming kento while he's on a call

husband!kento catches you touching yourself

husband!kento fucking you before a family dinner

office worker!kento losing it over his little secretary

husband!kento loses it when you say you want a baby

husband!kento punishes you (again) *

husband!kento punishes you after he comes home

𓂃୨ৎ toji fushiguro

movie night with toji end up with fucking him

fucking toji and suguru at the same time

possessive cowboy!toji drabble

x links

𓂃୨ৎ satoru gojo

satoru gojo links pt 1

𓂃୨ৎ satosugu

satosugru links pt 1

hashtags

✧ find my works by character:

#—amy writes : satoru gojo ★

#—amy writes : suguru geto ★

#—amy writes : satosugu ★

#—amy writes : toji fushiguro ★

#—amy writes : kento nanami ★

#—amy writes : ryomen sukuna ★

#—amy writes : choso kamo ★

#—amy writes : shiu kong ★

#—amy writes : jjk men ★

#—amy writes : dark content ★

[chuhees]

୨୧ OFF .. LIMITS

【 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝓲𝗣𝗧 】 ⟡ after surviving junior year of college, you finally decide to come home for summer break. tragedy strikes you when you come to find out, your dad has nowhere for you to stay, leaving you to stay with his freshly divorced coworker, and close friend lee heeseung.

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝒊𝗡𝗚 𖹭 lee heeseung x fem! reader (and others)

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝓞𝗨𝗧 ❕ age gap couple, smut, angst (warnings will be at the beginning of every chapter)

𝗦𝗔𝗩 𝗦𝗔𝗬𝗦: single hee for life… am i right? i need something to keep me busy.. so maybe this is it. updates are regular unless stated elsewise.

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝓲𝗦𝗧 ✦ CLOSED

𝟎𝟎𝟏. i’m too underpaid for ts

𝟎𝟎𝟐. we fucked gang

𝟎𝟎𝟑. whys he kinda….

[seungiepop]

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐟!𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐠𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: their gf is drunk

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖: fluff

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: mentioned of alcohol, reader being intoxicated

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> 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 <

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> 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 <

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> 𝐬𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 <

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> 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 <

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𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

[reiding-writing]

Hi Red! I’m back to participate on your event

Would like to know your author’s picks for fluff!

R E D ‘ S P I C K S — FLUFF .ᐟ

there is nothing better than coming home and binge-reading fluff after a long day, prove me wrong

flirty!reader. | 1.2k | @avis-writeshq

can i request reader as being a massive flirt publicly towards spencer but when its Intimate and Private, reader is suddenly Stunned and Speechless and Blushing and spencer kinda gets the confidence to Do Stuff?

sweater weather. | 1.0k | @samuelsdean

"want to warm up?" he gestured to the hem of his sweater with a hint of concern in his eyes.

awkward!glasses!reid. | 0.8k | @ddejavvu

Please can i request an awkward!glasses reid oneshot where he's like pining over the reader?? maybe with a bit of tension?

comfort crowd. | 5.0k | @akimoons

"i don't think I could ever get sick of you." it escapes you in a whisper, and spencer tries desperately to ignore the way it strikes both fear and hope into his heart.

lovely. | 1.9k | @lighteyed

you think spencer's lovely.

11:34PM. | 1.0k | @morehotch

[ no summary available. ]

a real head scratcher. | 2.7k | @bippot

The two BAU younglings clearly feel something other than friendship towards each other. Despite how much Morgan and the rest of the team tease them, the dynamic duo progress at their own adorable speed.

acceptable greetings. | 1.5k | self rec

Spencer is an avid believer that kissing is a better greeting than shaking hands. You're not convinced at his notion of it being 'completely acceptable, and in attempting to prove him wrong, you end up proving something else.

[seonghwaddict]

DIVINE RUINATION — masterlist.

in which an angel falls right into the care of eight demons. and as caring they have been, things may not be as they seem…

demons!ot8!ateez x fem!fallen angel!reader. genre. fluff, angst, smut, demon au. warnings. polyamory, blood, violence, gore, alcohol consumption, manipulation, swearing, eventual smut. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. taglist is open! my depictions of the members and/or any other idols mentioned are not true to real life! feedback and reblogs are appreciated :3

main masterlist.

act i.

i. one of them // ii. [ coming soon . . . ]

extras.

　n/a.

　DIVINE RUINATION　©　seonghwaddict, 2024

[alwaysmoncheri]

heyyy <3 I was wondering if you could write something a little softer for rafe?? it’s that kind of day😞

of course, honey! I hope this makes your day better <3 thank you for requesting

cw: implied fem!reader, soft!rafe, mentions of alcohol, tooth rotting fluff, 1k

<3

You smooth down your dress, applying more pressure to the stubborn ends that keep folding up. For an expensive dress, it was pretty cheap. Or maybe you didn’t iron it correctly. Either way, you aren’t going to let it ruin your night. Your hands shift to the straps, carefully adjusting them to ensure they sit right. And as you look at yourself in the mirror your shoulders soften and warmth fills your chest. Your hair sitting just right—yet still, so imperfectly you. Emerald green dress flowing elegantly, its silky fabric comfortably gliding over your skin, embracing your figure.

Rafe waits for you, already mingling among guests. He knows you like to take your time. More time than you need, but it’s your process and you love it—then so does he. 

Another moment passes before you slip out the door, and Rafe spots you immediately. Like he’d ever miss you. Not when you’re always exuding the kind of loveliness that lures him in. He finds it endearing, your eyes sifting through the crowd to find his. It’s like you’re nervous, though, you’re anything but. Still, you find your way back to him, even if it’s a glance through the crowd. Even if it’s a slight tug of a lip—a hint of a smile. Even if it’s for a moment. Before someone takes your arm, drawing you into a circle of people. 

You’re stunning. Rafe knows if he were to ever drop dead, now would be that moment. The drink he’d been nursing is long forgotten and his eyes don’t leave you. 

“He’s not even pretending to be subtle,” Sarah whispers, slightly leaning across the table. A smile playing at her lips. You don’t need to turn to know who she’s referring to. 

“And?” you ask, hiding your smile with a sip of your drink. Sarah tilts her head, raising her eyebrows, silently asking, “seriously?” You shrug causing her to laugh. Though, you can’t help but turn over your shoulder meeting your boyfriend’s gaze once more. A hand clasps his shoulder in greeting, and Rafe only offers a tight-lipped smile in response. You slump onto the table, forehead touching the cool glass as you let you a huff. You’re working with Rafe on his social skills. It isn’t going too well. 

Sarah, having followed your gaze, only laughs, “He looks like he’s going to die if you don’t go over there.” 

You lift your head from the table, and Sarah gives a subtle nod toward Rafe, silently urging you to go talk to him. He’s standing there, among guests—friends, looking like he could use some company—and maybe some encouragement too.

You straighten and smooth out your dress. A quick press to the fold at the hem, and after offering a quick goodbye to Sarah, you turn on your heel.

Rafe isn’t standing very far, he never is. 

“Hi,” you smile, soft and sweet. His chest hurts. He needs to sit down, he thinks, before he makes a fool of himself. 

“Hey,” he responds, his voice low and rough. He smiles back, but he’s holding his breath. Rafe knows you’ve noticed when your smile widens—he wonders how your cheeks don’t hurt. Maybe they do. He’s never asked.

Without a word, you shuffle into his chest, arms wrapping around you instinctively. Arms around your waist, and palms pressed flat against your back. You tilt your head up leaving a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rafe’s heart pounds, overwhelmed with love. Every time your lips touch his skin, it burns into memory. So, if you ever slip away, he’ll have one forever thing. 

A hand leaves your waist, quick to brush your hairline, and rest on your jaw. You blink slowly, waiting for him to kiss you. Then, he does. It’s sweet, unhurried, and now it’s your turn to be overwhelmed. You smile again, finding his lips mirroring yours. It’s rare from Rafe. It makes you want to kiss him again, but you can’t when you’re smiling this hard. 

Though, it doesn’t take long for Rafe to move back in—lips meeting yours. This time, leaving you dizzy. 

“You’re so beautiful.” he sounds breathless as he plants firm kisses along your jaw, “Every time I see you, it just keeps getting better.” 

“Yeah?” you ask, a playful lit in your voice, but there’s a spark of sincerity in your eyes, as if you’re searching for him to prove it. 

“Fuck, yeah.” Rafe replies with a wide grin, before kissing your neck again. He’s intoxicating—placing his lips everywhere from your jaw to your collarbone. He’s forceful enough to almost knock you off balance, but he always anticipates the moment he’ll need to steady you. It makes your heart soar.

“Okay.” you almost snort, hand touching his cheek—a silent signal to calm down. 

He leaves a soft kiss on your pulse before one arm slips from your waist—grabbing his drink, the other keeping a firm hold to keep you close to his side. 

It’s funny how much something so simple���just being near him—could make you feel like the center of the universe. Maybe that’s because you are to him. You’ve opened him up to so much love he never thought he’d be capable of. And your love is his favorite—not grand gestures or dramatic moments—it’s just this, the quiet comfort of being with him, and it’s enough. 

The two of you stand in the crowd, occasionally speaking to the people who approach. With glasses of champagne in hand, you savor the closeness and warmth of the night. 

“I didn’t see you making any new friends earlier,” you tease, tilting your head up to look at him. 

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. Eyes taking you in, as if he hadn’t gotten a good enough look earlier, “Too busy looking at you.” 

You laugh softly, “Trying to charm me?”

Rafe looks at you, insulted, “Trying?” he asks, straightening up, his posture shifting into something a little more smug, “Baby, I don’t have to try.”

Your mouth falls open. You stare at him for a moment before shaking your head. “I can’t wait for you to be humbled.”

The hand on your waist that was drawing small circles on the fabric of your dress stills. Your stomach flutters when he leans down, lips brushing on the shell of your ear. 

“And I can’t wait to take this off.”

You burst into laughter.

<3

masterlist . rafe cameron masterlist

thank you for reading, my darling! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily! send requests to my inbox!

alwaysmoncheri © ─ all rights reserved. please do not repost/translate/copy any of my work.

[ctrlkenma]

— ❛ ONE OF YOUR GIRLS, TONIGHT! g. suguru.

☆ synopsis ; there’s no romance between you and suguru. simply obedience dressed up as devotion. just bruises you begged for and silence you mistake for permission. you’re not the one he wants. but if it means staying close, you’ll let him ruin you with both hands—and thank him for the favor.

✦ content ; f!reader, fuckboy!suguru, fwb!dynamic, stoner!suguru, normie!reader, suguru x reader, slight satoru x reader, explicit sexual content, slow updates, explicit language, the three 'g's (gaslight, gatekeep, getoboss), emotional manipulation.

☆ warnings ; explicit sexual content, bdsm, kink exploration, degradation, oral (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), spit kink, squirting, penetration (protected), penetration (unprotected), fingering, edging, choking, fainting during sex, exhibitionism, hate sex, threesome sex (f,m,m), double penetration, spanking, bondage, swallowing, abusive language, so much manipulation, non-committal behaviour, geto sucks, use of recreational drugs, substance abuse, making out, etc.

❛ CHAPTERS MASTERLIST;

𝐈. — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋.

𝐈𝐈. — 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. — 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄.

𝐈𝐕. — 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘.

© 𝑪𝑻𝑹𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑴𝑨, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. ☆

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[maxtermind]

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[diwatopia]

★ kisses as payment ; remus lupin.

info: fluff, remus lupin x gn!reader, less than 1k.

two mugs sit atop the coffee table, completely forgotten as the last bits of steam roll off the lip's edge. the window is up, air fluttering past lace curtains and chilling you along with your tea.

"how's your book, dove?" remus asks, hand gliding along your shoulder as he allows himself to bask in not only your presence, but the soft texture of your (his) band tee that has him keening like a kitten.

"'s good, rem. want me to read to you?" voice soft, barely above a whisper as you run a gentle hand through his coffee hued curls with an absentminded touch. he hums in response, crawling between your legs before lifting the hem of your shirt up slightly to press a small kiss to your hip, a silent agreement as he plops all his weight atop you.

it was almost impressive how easily remus melts into you. his body nestled between your thighs with lanky arms wrapped around your hips to keep you pinned under his weight. now he definitely knows that you can't leave, not like you would ever choose to.

you giggle, reading the next three chapters with an honeyed tone, so full of life that it makes remus feel as if he's genuinely tagging along with the protagonist and their journey when his eyes close.

"love your voice, dovey..." he drawls sleepily.

it doesn't take long for a bookmark to find its way between the pages of your book, the paperback tossed to the side on the coffee table to match with the cups of tea you totally hadn't forgotten about as his voice slurs so sweetly in your ears.

"how about a nap?" you whisper, giggling as a ditzy grin graces his scarred lips. remus lifts up the bottom of your oversized shirt, tossing the fabric over his head before peppering kisses that start from your navel and past your belly button.

"hey!" you snicker, nails gently scratching at his bare back. "where'd you go?" you play along, head tilting back in hysterics as he blows a raspberry to the curve of your waist.

"stop, tha-that tickles!" voice a soft squeak as you choke on your laughter. remus attempts to lift his head and look at you but manages to get stuck between your shirt making a soft guffawing noise that gets intertwined with your own.

his nimble fingers rush to remove the shirt from his head, but not before delivering a fleeting kiss to any random patches of skin.

"you get all cute when you're sleepy," you whisper.

"i do not," he slurs softly, as if offended.

your eyes roll in response, "you never answered my question. you fancy a nap, hun?" you repeat. he takes your hand in his, interlocking your fingers before he plants a peck to your wrist.

"what are you doing?" you sigh out once his lips meets the nook of your elbow, kisses littering up your bicep without a single word to exchange. there's a moment of silence that lays over the two of you like a thick duvet, remus hums with another trail of wet kisses up your shoulder and neck.

"i think you deserve kisses for reading to me..." he smoothly replies before planting a fat kiss to your lips.

you snort out, hands tossed around in his curls. "you think you're so smooth..." you whisper softly.

"i am smooth, dove."

★ diwa's notes. hiii tysm for all the love you've shown my drabbles too <3

© hobietopia 2024.

[gojosconsort]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ kento nanami masterlist !!

<- main masterlist

𓂃୨ৎ all work is nswf. mdni !! (* dark content)

𓂃୨ৎ multi-char headcanons

jjk men love to eat you out

𓂃୨ৎ headcanons

older bf!kento headcanons

𓂃୨ৎ drabbles

husband!kento and oblivious!wife drabble pt 3

husband!kento and oblivious!wife drabble pt 2

husband!kento and oblivious!wife pt 1

blowjob for professor!nanami

suprising your husband!kento with lingerie

cockwarming kento while he's on a call

husband!kento catches you touching yourself

husband!kento fucking you before a family dinner

office worker!kento losing it over his little secretary

husband!kento loses it when you say you want a baby

husband!kento punishes you (again) *

husband!kento punishes you after he comes home

𓂃୨ৎ hashtag

#—amy writes : kento nanami ★

[seobinghard]

s e o b i n g h a r d ' s a t e e z m a s t e r l i s t

ᯓ★ THIS MASTERLIST CONTAINS SFW & NSFW WORKS. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. AGELESS BLOGS & HATE WILL BE BLOCKED. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.

last updated : 20.04.25

❀ — fluff / h — humour / s — suggestive / nsfw — smut [ MDNI ] / a — angst / ☆ — my personal fav

MINGI ⋆ 송민기

SHORT

cuddling with mingi but he gets carried away ❀ , h , s idol!mingi x manager!noona (pt 1) nsfw , ☆ idol!mingi x manager!noona (pt 2) nsfw short pink haired!waiter mingi ❀ , h clubpromoter!mingi ❀ , h , ☆ raving with best friend!mingi ❀ , h nsfw twitter content creator!mingi nsfw , ☆ roommate!mingi wants to fuck you bad nsfw , ☆ meeting meeting for the first time at the club ❀ boyfriend!mingi loves when you sit on his lap ❀ nsfw thoughts nsfw

rave sex with boyfriend!mingi nsfw , ☆

LONG

gullible x best friend!yunho nsfw , ☆ (1k) — you should've known better.

how to fix a broken heart in one day ❀ (1.5k) — your failed situationship has left your heart shattered into pieces but lucky for you, mingi's good at fixing things.

kiss me ❀ , c (0.4k) — you accidentally broke roommate!mingi's laptop screen but instead of getting mad at you, he proposes a sweet, sweet deal.

date ❀ (0.3k) — a kiss or a date—your choice.

can't have you but i'll make you mine ❀ , s , ☆ (0.3k) — bodyguard!mingi x fem!reader

YUNHO ⋆ 정윤호

SHORT

yunho the type to drink for you at parties ☆ , ❀ aged-up!sugardaddy!yunho ☆ bodyguard!yunho catches you at the club ❀ bodyguard!yunho puts you in your place (pt 2) nsfw you pissed boyfriend!yunho off ❀

LONG

gullible x best friend!mingi nsfw , ☆ (1k) — you should've known better.

wisdom teeth, oysters, and bedtime stories ❀ , ☆ , h (1.5k?) — apparently, all it takes is two wisdom teeth, one foul oyster and a fuckass bedtime story to end your decade-long beef with your arch-nemesis, jeong yunho.

SEONGHWA ⋆ 박성화

SHORT

toxic!mafia!seonghwa a pervert!roommate!seonghwa nsfw roommate!seonghwa thinks you taste so sweet s nsfw twitter content creator!seonghwa nsfw

WOOYOUNG ⋆ 정우영

SHORT

tsundere!wooyoung ❀ , h [ snippet ] simp!barista!wooyoung ❀ , h

LONG

what are best friends for ❀ , c , s (0.8k) — wooyoung's a manipulative, obsessive, jealous best friend who wants you all to himself (aw)

love on the street ❀ , h , ☆ (1k?) — you and bestfriend!wooyoung embark on a top-secret mission to stalk hongjoong on his date but find yourselves unceremoniously caught up in a scandalous street interview for a reality dating show. yikes.

HONGJOONG ⋆ 김홍중

SHORT

fashion designer!hongjoong x pa!reader ❀ , ☆

LONG

fuck around and find out ❀ , h (0.7k) — clubmanager!hongjoong catches you in his club's car park slashing your ex's car tires and let's just say, he's charmed.

piercing s (0.5k) — hongjoong needs help with his ear piercings. or he just really needs you.

SAN ⋆ 최산

SHORT

potential fiancé!san ❀ , h , ☆ cheating on seonghwa with san nsfw

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[seungiepop]

𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭

𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐟!𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐠𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: they buy you a labubu after many tries of looking and failing

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖: fluff

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: mention of blowjob (oral)

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> 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 <

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> 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 <

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> 𝐬𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 <

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> 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 <

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𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤…

[reiding-writing]

── .✦ 𝐫𝐞𝐝’𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬.

in the spirit of fanfiction, here are some of my favourite fics i’ve read since the last time i did one of these—

1.1k | STICKY SITUATIONS. ( @mariasont : i was wondering if i could pls request smth where spencer walks in the BAU unaware of the lipgloss on his lips from kissing bimbo!receptionist or on his cheeks from being kissed then everyone's like "👀☝️🤨" )

2.8k | IN MY DREAM, I’M FIXING YOUR CRUTCH. ( @notlongtolove : most nights, spencer wakes to the sound of your sniffles—unlike most nights, he doesn’t have to ask why. the reason is visceral, tangible—staining the sheets when the wound dressing wasn’t tight enough, seeping and pooling right between the both of you where an ocean of your guilt already lies. )

1.4k | DIMPLE DEDUCTIONS. ( @mariasont : when morgan & jj notice spencer reid acting suspiciously happy, they do what they do best — profile him. unfortunately, spencer's biggest tell is your dimples. )

N/A | NEWLY WEDS. ( @gf2bellamy : they’re newlyweds and when everyone is introducing themselves to the sheriff at the state police or like the main guy or whatever it is the reader introduces herself as agent reid and spence is the happiest person ever, maybe even the guy they were introducing themselves to gives a knowing smile to spencer as he introduces himself as doctor reid. )

N/A | DAD!SPENCER. ( @luveline : can we have bed time with dad!spencer, his baby boy and reader? )

N/A | KISS YOU. ( @crsssie : spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader. )

6k | FIRSTS. ( @endearng : You and Spencer navigate through your firsts throughout your life as childhood friends. )

1k | KISS IT BETTER. ( @enderlovez : Spencer gets injured on a case. Imagine his team's surprise when they come to see him and find his nurse flirting with him. )

3k | APPARENT LOSS OR MODIFICATION OF INFORMATION. ( @luveline : Spencer gets a bad bout of amnesia. Or, your boyfriend forgets he’s your boyfriend, but he still has a crush on you. )

0.7k | SWEET DREAMS. ( @foxy-eva : Tired Reader and Spencer who are just co-workers with a lot of chemistry. Reader accidentally falls asleep on Spencer while they’re on the plane after a really long case. )

[seonghwaddict]

★ DIVINE RUINATION. [ 001 ] one of them.

in which an angel falls right into the care of eight demons. and as caring they have been, things may not be as they seem…

demons!ot8!ateez x fem!fallen angel!reader. genre. fluff, angst, smut, demon au. warnings. polyamory, blood, violence, gore, alcohol consumption, manipulation, swearing, eventual smut. rating. mature.

chapter warnings. injury description (scarring, scratches), petnames (sweetheart, my dear). wc. 2.7k.

lilo’s notes. taglist is open! CHAPTER ONE RAHHHHHH as always, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated~ i'd love to hear your thoughts!! this chapter is kinda dry tbh but it's just an introduction for what's going on.

main masterlist.

your body hurts as you wake up almost a week after falling into hell.

it’s an unfamiliar feeling, never having been in pain before. but before you dwell on the thought, you notice i’m not anywhere familiar. it takes your eyes a little while to adjust to the low candlelight, realising you’re in a bedroom, your head laying against a foreign pillow as you stare up at the ceiling, the drapes of the bedposts dark and partially hiding the rest of the room out of the corner of your eyes.

you lift your head slightly, looking down as the blanket falls to the juncture of your hips, noticing you’re still in your typical white dress, hair brushing against your shoulders. you look up, your head turning as you glance around the room, freezing in place as you notice the figure of a man standing by one of the tall windows, facing away.

seonghwa had been standing in front of the window of the room you were in for a few hours now, thinking of how he would deal with you, his eyes slowly wandering to your sleeping form every so often to make sure you were still alive.

he saw your eyes slowly flutter open in the corner of his eye and turned around fully to look at you, watching as you looked around the room before noticing him. slowly walking over to the bed you were on, he sits at the edge quietly, looking down at you, studying your features.

you, however, scoot further back into the bed as he comes closer, your eyes wide and fearful as they track him, his presence looming over you overwhelmingly and making it hard to breathe for a while. your fingers curl into the edge of the duvet in your lap as he takes a seat, steeling your nerves as you try not to show how afraid you are. but he only watches as you seek comfort in the blanket, watching your fingers tighten around it, his eyes scanning your face, taking in every subtle expression you make.

seonghwa remains sitting quietly at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on you. it’s only after a few moments of silence that he speaks, his voice low and calm.

"calm down. i'm not going to harm you."

you still don't relax at his words, your voice quivering as you stutter out the first words the come to mind, “w-where am i? w-who are you?”

he notices that your body remains tense even when he assures you he won't harm you, making a frown tug at his plump lips. your voice quivers as you speak, filled with unease, but he maintains his neutral expression, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible as he replies to your questions. "you’re in hell. and i’m seonghwa., the oldest of the eight demon princes in this domain."

your eyebrows furrow. this can't be. you’re an angel, you’re pure and perfect and belong anywhere but hell. your mind scrambles to remember what happened before you seemingly passed out and ended up here, but it turns up empty, only smudged images of memories you can barely piece together flashing through your mind. the dem– seonghwa's words register. your heart drops and thumps anxiously at the thought of being here all alone with demons that could tear you apart if they wanted–which they probably did. “n-no… that can’t be. i’m an angel, th-there’s no way i’m in hell.”

seonghwa observes your expressions as your eyebrows furrow in confusion, noticing the conflicting emotions that are crossing your mind, his voice remaining calm. "you must’ve been banished from the heavens. dropped straight into hell."

“what...” something shatters in you as he says that, your face falling from fear to something more broken. you shift your gaze away from him, trying to come to terms with what he said. he could be lying, you remind yourself, but the empty feeling on your back, the feeling of not carrying your heavy wings, says otherwise. one of your hands shift from the blanket to touch your back, feeling around for the comforting white feathers, but only feeling brushes of the soft material of the dress and slivers of skin. you practically break down, choking back a sob as your hand returns to the blanket, quivering almost as much as your lips, “b-but i don't get it... i was always good, i-i always did everything right a-a-and now i'm here, this doesn’t make any sense.”

he watches every shift in your emotions, shown clearly on your face, as you struggle to come to terms with his words. still, he sits quietly at the edge of the bed, letting you process the news he just gave you. he can see the confusion and heartache in your eyes, the disbelief and the pain of being torn away from your home. after a minute, he speaks again, his voice soft but firm, his eyes fixed on yours.

"you may not understand it now, but you are here now. in the underworld, hell, whatever you want to call it. so, you were banished from the heavens for a reason."

you glance at him, the tears threatening to spill from your eyes making his handsome features look a little distorted. you sniffle, muttering, “y-you're pretty terrible at comforting.”

seonghwa lets out a small chuckle at your comment, the corner of his lips curling up just a little as he shakes his head slightly, letting out a small sigh. “you're in a place far beyond what you're used to. i'm a demon. we're not exactly known for being comforting, sweetheart."

intentionally ignoring the sudden nickname, you look up at him after a few more long seconds, “you're a prince, right? you and your... brothers?”

he watches as you take a bit to come to your senses, your expression hardening slightly as you look up at him, pushing back your tears. if he notes the slight pause when he calls you sweetheart, he doesn’t mention it, only nodding slowly. "yes, correct. we rule the eight circles of hell together."

“then, c-can't you send me back? you must have… some kind of authority or power…” you ask, sounding just a little hopeful, tilting your head curiously. your grip on the blanket loosens and you lift your hands to rub away the tears caught on your cheekbones with the heel of your palm.

seonghwa leans back slightly on the edge of the bed, resting his back against the bedpost to face you better, his eyes never leaving yours.

he considers your question before responding, the frown returning. "no, i can't send you back. the heavens have banished you, meaning you’re no longer one of them. there really is nothing i can do."

you’re no longer one of them.

the words echo in your head, visibly deflating at the harsh truth. you look around the room, trying to distract yourself. it's neat, a dark and classical style. the drapes of the bed match the duvet, the bedposts carved into intricate designs. there are a few candelabra placed around the room, sat on top of shelves and and the bedside table, giving the room a soft warm glow. you focus on the details—grounding yourself in the feeling of the blanket under your fingertips, the mildly sweet smell wafting through the air, the rustle of fabric as he shifts to look at me. “whose room is this?”

noticing the change in your demeanor as his words sink in and the truth of your situation settles in, he watches you kook around the room, your gaze shifting from one corner to another as you take in your surroundings.

"this room belongs to me. i didn't have you stay in any of the guest rooms as i needed to keep an eye on you. besides, i thought you might be more comfortable in here than in a plain, boring bedroom."

you glance at him, trying to think of what else to say. you’ve always been uncomfortable in long silences, despite your usually quiet nature. “i'm sorry for, um, intruding…”

his eyes are drawn to the slight fidgeting of your fingers, your digits twitching as you pinch the edges of the duvet, the fabric wrinkling on the sides. your voice soft and timid, he can’t help but shake his head lightly, his gaze still focused on you. "it’s quite alright, sweetheart. you’re not intruding—you had no control over this."

the gentleness in his tone surprises you, momentarily making you go silent again as you return to shifting your gaze around the room, easing your grip on the duvet.

“so you all live in this... house?”

the surprise in your expression as he speaks to you gently doesn’t go unnoticed by him, deciding to look out the window as you continue glancing around the room.

"yes, we all live in this manor together. all eight of us."

“so, i'm in a house with eight demons. great.” you mutter under your breath, trying to think of how you would survive this without being torn apart and eaten for lunch.

he chuckles softly at your words, hearing them despite how quiet your tried to be. amused by your comment, he responds with his laced with a hint of playful menace. "don’t worry, sweetheart. we may be demons, but we don't eat our guests. usually."

you stare at him as he responds to your muttered comment, failing to notice the playfulness in his voice and shrinking back a little, apprehensive. you open your mouth to respond, but your stomach makes an odd growling noise, making you look down at it, brows furrowed. it's never done that before, you’ve never felt an empty feeling in your stomach like that

hearing the growling noise from your stomach, seonghwa’s eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. "are you hungry, sweetheart? when was the last time you ate?"

you blink, crossing your arms over your stomach, trying to soothe the uncomfortable emptiness, “there’s food, you know… up there…”

he listens as you speak, nodding slowly in understanding.

"right, i nearly forgot about that. angels don't need food, do they?"

you shake your head, not missing the slightly bitter tone of his previously gentle voice. “we- they don't.”

it’s nothing personal, but he can't help but feel mildly resentful, his sentiments towards angels clear in his tone. “angels are nothing like demons. they're pure, perfect, untouched by the chaos and darkness of hell…” he takes a deep breath, reminding himself of his orders to keep you safe. he continues, his voice still somewhat cold, but less bitter than before. "so... i guess you're not used to being hungry, huh? i’ll ask wooyoung to bring you something to eat."

“wooyoung..?” you question, tilting your head and watching as he stands up from the edge of the bed, the mattress straightening once again as he stands up fully.

he thinks it’s a little cute, the way you tilt your head with a question in your eyes as you repeat wooyoung’s name. seonghwa takes a few steps away from the bed, turning back to look at you as he responds with a slight smile on his lips, "wooyoung is one of my brothers, one of the princes. he usually takes care of food and similar matter, though i suppose he’ll show up with san as well."

you hum, nodding slightly at the little piece of information he feeds you, eyes following him as he walks away. part of you doesn't want him to go, weirdly calmed by his presence despite his species. “so, as the oldest, are you in charge here?”

something about the way you look at him, full of curiosity and seeking answers, makes a soft sense of power flow through him. you’re a helpless little angel in a den of demons, warmth shifting in his usually cold chest at the thought of caring for you.

he gives you a small smile at your inquiry, his head tilting to the side as he responds, "well, no, not really. i do have most of the authority here, you could say."

“your name was never mentioned up there,” you tilt your head the same way as his, subconsciously mirroring his actions, “it was hong... hong-something, i don't remember. is he in charge?”

seonghwa smiles at your subconscious action, finding it oddly endearing; how you seem to copy his movements like a child copying their parent. the thought makes that warmth return to his chest.

"ah, yes, i know. that would be hongjoong, my dear. he’s more or less our unofficial leader, though we do rule all together. still, my authority predates even his."

“so he’s one of your brothers?” you ask.

he can't help but notice the genuine curiosity in your voice, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes as you continue to ask him questions. he’s aware the other princes, some less than others, might not be as gentle as him, so is it really so bad if he’s willing to answer all your burning questions?

he nods, his expression softening as he responds, his voice still calm. "yes, he’s a couple decades younger than me."

you hum, nodding along as you watch him stand at the doorway. “how come you're not the leader then? since you’re older.”

leaning against the doorway, his body resting against the dark oak frame, seonghwa smiles at your question, his eyes fixated on you. he takes a moment before responding, contemplating how best to explain.

“leadership isn't just about age or seniority. hongjoong has the authority, and the power. i may be the oldest, but i don't want the throne to myself. i’m content with my current position."

“i see.” you nod, falling into silence as you take in all the information, not really having anything else to say.

seonghwa observes you and your silence, a thoughtful look on his face. he can practically see the cogs turning in your mind, the processing of all the information he's given you. your sense slight unease also hangs heavy in the air, but he tells himself you’ll wake up to him and his brothers fairly soon based on how you’ve been responding to him thus far.

he speaks up, trying to ease the tension, his voice soft, motioning towards the door with a nod of his head. "i’m going to go tell wooyoung to bring you some food. stay in here, please."

nodding silently, you watch as he leaves and shuts the door behind him. the click of the handle echoes lightly through the room and you wait, listening to his footsteps fade away before getting out of the bed, the muscles of your limbs and back a little sore.

the long silk of your dress's skirt drags over the wooden floor panels as you walk around the room, looking around as you wait for this wooyoung that was mentioned to come along with food.

pausing, you stop at a mirror, leaned against a wall and framed in gold, looking at yourself in the reflection. the dress was the same, the white silk and flowing tulle draping over your body and the ends pooling on the floor, obscuring your ruffled white socks; surprisingly clean considering you fell all the way here. you turn, looking over your shoulder at your back, you breath hitching as you nearly fall to your knees in despair.

on each shoulder blade, where your beautiful feathered wings once were—the wings that carried you so effortlessly, a reliable and comforting weight on your back—was now occupied by two scars the size of the base of your wings. there seems to be some kind of irritation, patches of pinks and reds on and around the wounds, a few scratches on your shoulders and upper arms.

you’re no longer one of them.

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[alwaysmoncheri]

can I request something for spencer?? I know you haven’t written for him in a while but I love him sm🥺

I literally forgot decaf coffee existed when writing this. thank you for requesting, muah! <3

cw: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, slight lack of self-care, fluff, 1k

<3

Derek watches you walk through the office doors—if you could even call it that—you shuffle through the doors, hand resting on the bump of your growing stomach. The other clutches a stack of files to your chest. There’s a frown upon your lips, you look exhausted. Hair slightly disheveled, and blouse partially untucked, you’re clearly in need of some time off, but you’re trying your best. 

On a normal day, Spencer would be right by your side. Brushing the hair from your face, leaving a lingering kiss to your temple. He would take the files and gently guide you to your desk. You’d beg for a small coffee, and he’d remind you that, “Drinking more than 200 mg of caffeine per day during pregnancy has been linked to an increased risk of pregnancy complications, such as low birth weight and miscarriage.” You’d shut up after that. Not that Spencer meant to scare you—but you always are. 

You’re scared about those things, the what-ifs. At the beginning people are happy for you, always wishing you congrats and sending smiles your way. It’s supposed to be that way, it’s exciting, you’re carrying the result of yours and Spencer’s love—another life. But the whispers always find their way to you. You’ve heard the talk about the chances of miscarriages—that no pain could ever compare to carrying a baby for months only to lose it during childbirth. 

On a normal day, Spencer would be there to silence your worries. But, today he’s in a meeting. A stupid meeting. It makes you want to cry. 

Derek notices your eyes tearing up and stands from his desk. Blocking the path to yours. He grimaces when you almost collide into his chest. You blink a couple of times, like you hadn’t even known he stood up. Now, you’re exhausted, sad and embarrassed—not a good combo. 

 “How’s our girl doing?” Derek hums with a careful smile, offering a hand to guide you to your desk. You grumble something incoherent, shooting him a quick look. A second later he’s out of your path, allowing you a straight shot to the coffee machine.

You clutch a mug, the heat against your hands comforting. A sigh leaves your body, and your shoulders relax. You’re about to take a sip of your coffee before it’s snatched away from you. You pratically moan at it’s absense, before narrowing your eyes at the traitor in front of you. 

“You can’t be having this,” Emily says simply before taking a sip of your coffee. Your blood boils. 

“Give it back,” you demand, placing your hands on your hips to look as threatening as possible. You can’t imagine how effective it is, though, given your current state—but you’re determined.

“Nuh, uh,” she tuts, pulling the mug away from you. You watch her step back and dump the hot liquid into the sink. God, you’re too tired for this. 

“I can just make another.” you shrug, reaching for the other mug resting on the counter. When Emily snatches that one from you too, your head lulls back, and you groan in annoyance. 

“Nope,” she shakes her head with an amused smile tugging at her lips. You swear, this has to be her deah wish, “Spencer will kill me if I let you do that.”

“He wouldn’t.” You argue, but it’s really a desperate plea. 

Emily raises her eyebrows at you, “Yes. He would.” she says, emphasizing each word. You roll your eyes but give in—you know she’s right. 

“Fine,” you mumble, throwing a final glare in her direction before turning to hobble over to your desk.

The rest of the day is long. Your co-workers watch the way you wince when Hotch calls someone into his office, voice booming across the room. They watch as you slump at your desk, your head propped up by your hand, trying—unsuccessfully—to keep your eyes open enough to focus on the documents in front of you. After a while, Penelope approaches, her smile wide, and a glass of water in hand. Her cheerfulness only makes your head throb harder. You gently brush her off, taking the water with a quiet sigh. You wish you didn’t feel this way—but your sour mood only worsens by the hour. 

Then, finally, your savior arrives. 

Almost the entire office visibly relaxes when Spencer emerges from the meeting room. He looks panicked, like he’s more worried about being without you than you without him—the truth is the latter. His eyes sift through the office before finding you at your desk, slumped and half asleep. His eyes soften and his shoulders drop. You’re still breathtaking—though when he tells you that, you only protest. Long strides bring him to you, and just like on a normal day, he’s by your side. 

A gentle hand in between your shoulder blades brings his presence to your attention. You tilt your head up while his other hand brushes your hair out of your face. Then, he presses his lips to your temple, like he always does—it makes you smile. 

You wrap your arms around his waist, and Spencer’s bent at an especially awkward angle, but it doesn’t bother him. 

“Spencer,” you sigh, the weight of every negative emotion from earlier lifting off your shoulders. Pressing your face into his chest, you breathe in the comfort of his warmth.

“Hi, honey.” he returns, rubbing small circles on the small of your back. You say something into his chest that doesn’t quite reach his ears. 

“Hm?” he hums, asking you to repeat yourself. Nearby, Derek’s mouth hangs agape when you do without protest. 

“I missed you.”

Spencer presses a kiss into your hair, “I missed you too.”

You’re both silent for a moment, wrapped up in each other’s embrace. But eventually, Spencer shifts, wincing as his back aches, and gently pulls away. In turn, he kneels in front of you, hands resting on your thighs. 

“Have you had anything to drink today?” He asks simply—out of habit. Your smile again, he’s always trying to take care of you. 

“A little.”

There’s no hesitation before he’s on his feet, “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

“No, no, wait.” you protest, catching his hand, “Just stay for a minute.”

Spencer can’t bring himself to say no. 

So, he pulls up a chair, and the two of you settle in, working side by side at your desk until the end of the day. Hotch, watching from his office, would normally call out the inappropriate behavior—but today, he decides to let it slide. Just this once.

<3

masterlist . spencer reid masterlist

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[madebycloud]

not even at all masterlist

𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐱 / 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⠀𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: vi is off limits until her sister gets a date that doesn't end within the first ten minutes. eager to date vi, a certain girl approaches you with a proposal. date jinx. win her over. and for your efforts, she's willing to be generous. (10 Things I Hate About You AU) word count: 28.4k pairings: jinx x female reader warnings/themes: fluff and angst, enemies to lovers, highschool, modern au, kat!jinx, patrick!reader links: ao3 ﹐wattpad ﹐spotify

“You want me to go on a fake date with Jinx.” “Yes.” “Until she becomes my… girlfriend?” “Yes.” “And then you can date Vi.” “Yes.” It sounds crazy, ridiculous, batshit insane. “Holy shit, Caitlyn.” You run your fingers over your eyes, shaking your head to yourself. “All of this just so you can get laid?”

「 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 」

part 01 : Bad Reputation

part 02 : Hypnotize

part 03 : The Weakness In Me

part 04 : Hold Me Now

part 05 : I Want You to Want Me

「 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 」

side : Tell Me It's Not a Dream

jinx pov : drunk!jinx pt2

jinx pov : phone call pt4

「 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 」

jinx's prom dress pt4