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darkmatilda · 5 months ago

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𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 | 𝐬.𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your boyfriend decides he’s going to start calling you a cute pet name, but the problem is, none of them seem to suit you perfectly

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐰: glasses reid x baumember!female reader, so sweet you'll puke, case in the background, unsub is abducting elderly people, text messages, reader is kinda clingy, use of y/n because i had to

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4k

𝐚/𝐧: requested by @trulymadlydarling <33 sorry if it ended up a bit too long again, but im starting to suspect that im physically incapable of writing a drabble lmao

"I'm tired. When will this week be over?"

"It's 9:13 on Monday."

With a groan, you leaned back against the seat in the corner of the jet, feeling the caffeine craving slowly take control of your body.

"Just the thought of going to sleep sends intense shivers through me, caused by a heart-wrenching longing, and heavy tears slowly start gathering in my eyes," you complained, resting your head to the side.

Slightly turned, so you could look at Spencer sitting right next to you. His eyes, behind his glasses, also seemed a little tired, though he didn't manifest it as loudly. When you sat down next to him, he partially closed the book he was reading and rested it against the edge of the table in front of him.

"When you're sleep-deprived, you tend to get a bit dramatic," he pointed out in an analyzing tone, though you could catch a slight twitch at the corners of his lips.

"It's not drama, silly. It's the personification of pure exhaustion speaking through my lips."

"I love it when you try to argue with me and end up agreeing with me."

"You just love being right, don't you, smarty?" you huffed. "You love me too, but that's just a side note."

"Oh, now you're teasing. That's good. Means the sleepiness is wearing off," he diagnosed.

Sometimes you were genuinely amazed by how well he knew you, despite being together for such a short time—though maybe you shouldn’t have been. He was a profiler, just like you. Both of you were exceptionally good at reading each other, picking up on moods and small, everyday habits. You used to worry a little that this might make your relationship boring, stripped of surprises. But you quickly realized there’s nothing more captivating than another mind that matches your own and deeply understands its struggles. And sometimes, that feeling itself was a pleasant surprise.

"Next weekend, we're not going anywhere, okay?" you asked in a dreamy tone. The day before, you’d gotten back way too late, which was mostly to blame for your sleepiness. "Not even out of bed."

A look crossed Reid's face, somewhere between eagerness and a grimace.

"I’d love to," he assured with a genuine sigh, but then quickly added, "But I’m afraid I’ve already got something planned."

You tried to keep up the facade of your role, not showing too much excitement. You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips.

"I'm starting to suspect you have plans for every weekend for the rest of our lives."

"Actually, just for the next fourteen weeks," he admitted with a slight shrug, as if it wasn’t anything to be impressed by.

You weren’t sure if he was joking, and you didn’t get the chance to find out.

"Hey, lovebirds," Morgan called from the other end of the jet, where the whole team was gathered around a small table, ready to start discussing the case. "We're waiting for you."

For a while, you kept it a secret from them that you were starting to expect, but eventually, you had to come clean. Especially when Penelope, who knew everything, started taking every chance to send you suggestive glances or drop not-so-subtle comments. The rest of the team’s reaction wasn’t particularly emotional. They didn’t start screaming in surprise or jumping up and down in disbelief. They were profilers—they had figured it out. But they had enough decency to wait until you told them yourselves. No hard feelings, sweet Penelope.

You took the empty seat next to Gideon, right across from your boss and JJ. Reid settled into a chair on the side, where Morgan immediately poked him with his elbow.

"So, how’s it going in love land today?" Morgan asked, smirking. "Are puppies falling from the sky, and is it going to rain hearts this afternoon?"

You’d gotten so used to these kinds of jabs that, in perfect sync, you both rolled your eyes and opened your mouths to defend yourselves. It wasn’t like you two were constantly all lovey-dovey, exchanging kisses and holding hands at every chance! Morgan just loved to tease you, knowing how much it irked both of you when someone accused you of being unprofessional.

“Take it easy, it’s just the honeymoon phase," Gideon warned, not even looking at you as he adjusted his small square glasses, focusing instead on the folder in front of him. "You grow out of it."

On the laptop screen, Garcia’s face appeared, complete with an orange rose headband in her blonde hair.

"Well, hello there, babygirl," Derek greeted her, a small smile spreading across his lips.

"Hello, you charming, sweet, handsome thing…

Hotch exchanged a knowing look with Gideon.

“As you can see, not always," he muttered under his breath so quietly you almost didn’t hear it. JJ, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him, briefly lowered her amused gaze, trying to hold back a smile. "Shall we get started?"

The atmosphere shifted instantly, as if with the snap of fingers, when you began discussing the case. This time, it was a series of murders targeting men around the age of seventy-four.

"Are we sure this is the work of a serial killer?" Derek asked, his earlier light tone replaced with focus and seriousness. "I mean, looking at it, these guys don’t have much in common aside from their age."

“They’re all from the same area,” you noted, flipping through the victims' files. “But yeah, they don’t have much else in common. Different jobs, some married, some not…you think age is the reason the unsub picked them?”

“Looks that way,” Hotch said.

“About two weeks ago, his granddaughter reported him missing,” JJ informed you, pointing to a photo of an older man. “Ben Murphy, seventy-six years old. He’s from the same area, and all signs point to him being the unsub’s next victim. Each of the victims was held for an estimated three weeks, so there’s a good… a good chance he’s still alive.”

A brief silence settled over the room, heavy with the pressure of time.

“But why keep them alive for that long?” Spencer muttered, his brow furrowed in thought. “None of the bodies show signs of physical torture. They were killed with a lethal dose of insulin. If he chose that method, it doesn’t seem like he wanted to hurt them directly. The motive…the motive is unclear.”

The rest of the discussion revolved around trying to find connections and similarities to other crimes you were all familiar with, but you didn’t come up with anything groundbreaking that would significantly push the investigation forward. However, this didn’t stress you. You were just heading to the place where everything had taken place; you hadn't yet spoken to the victims' families, which often turned out to be crucial.

Just before the jet landed, you found yourself next to Reid, resting your elbow on his shoulder like it was some kind of convenient armrest while you pondered which card to discard from the ones laid out by JJ. This position made it much easier for him to sneak peeks at your cards, which he took full advantage of whenever he thought you weren’t looking (you were looking), so you had to hold them in a very awkward way to prevent him from seeing.

“C’mon,” JJ urged, as the time you were taking to think started to drag on.

You bit your lip.

“Easy for you to say. You’re winning,” you huffed, to which she flashed you a confident smile. “Great minds need time to come up with a solution. Right, Spence?”

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, shaking his head slightly.

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes…”

"Ugh, I wanted you to defend me, you silly..."

“Guys, do you know what I’ve been thinking?” Morgan appeared above you, pulling his headphones off his head.

“Scientists haven’t figured out a way to peek into other people’s thoughts yet,” Reid answered him, staring at the card you had just discarded and raising an eyebrow. Seriously? You shrugged. You knew it was a pitifully bad move. “So no, we don’t, Morgan.”

“I went over the case files again…” Derek continued, completely ignoring the ironic comment from his friend. “Mr. Murphy went missing right after a date with his wife…”

“...And may I ask why you’re sharing this incredibly sad fact with us?” you interjected.

“They went to the botanical garden,” Derek continued. Everyone stopped, staring at him with completely baffled expressions. “Then they hit up the American Revolution Museum. And I couldn’t help but think of you two. Sounds like the perfect date for you, right?”

You were the first to react, rolling your eyes dramatically. You placed your cards face down in front of you, then rested both hands on Reid's shoulder, leaning your chin on them. You let out a long sigh.

"Can we get just one day without fighting off the nerd allegations?"

"Hey, I'm not mocking you," Morgan said, raising both hands in the air. "Just pointing it out. So, what did you two get up to over the weekend?"

Reid turned his face slightly toward you, exchanging a look. Given how you were positioned, the frame of his glasses lightly brushed your forehead. Well, if you answered your teammate's question honestly, you’d be proving him absolutely right. Before you could manage to turn the question back on him, you were preempted.

"We went up to the hill to try and watch the meteor shower," Reid answered, sticking to the truth. Morgan tilted his head, staring at both of you with interest. "But the sky ended up being too cloudy, so we ended up finding a night exhibit at the museum about space..."

You could see the victorious expression slowly spreading across Derek's face.

"You’re sinking us, silly," you muttered into your boyfriend's arm.

"She's right, silly," Morgan echoed the nickname with exaggerated emphasis. "Anyway, I won’t bother you any longer. Enjoy your game. Oh, and by the way, JJ peeked at your cards when you weren’t looking…"

"JJ!"

"That’s a lie—"

"Did he really come over here just to compare us to a pair of retirees?" Reid wondered, watching Derek walk away.

"And to expose a cheater," you added, shooting a look at your friend across the table. You’d lifted your chin from Reid’s shoulder, but your hand still rested there, your fingertips lightly brushing against him—not that you even noticed. Did that even count as touching?

You pointed at JJ with determination. "We’re starting over."

"We’re about to land," she noted, placing her cards on the table and revealing her hand. "So I’ll let it go. But you’re getting your rematch, trust me."

"Oh, I can’t wait."

She walked off, leaving the two of you alone in the corner of the jet. You noticed Reid had been watching you for a while, his expression unreadable. When you finally caught on and raised an inquisitive eyebrow, he just shrugged and gathered the cards from the table. His fingers shuffled them with effortless precision, the motion smooth and almost hypnotic.

You shook your head, tearing your gaze away from the cards and focusing on his face again.

“What thoughts are you hiding in that brilliant mind of yours, smarty?”

“Those exactly,” he replied almost immediately. He fell silent for a moment as he tucked the cards back into the box. You watched him closely, curiosity piqued, waiting to hear what he’d say next because you didn’t fully understand his response.

“You always call me something,” he added after a pause. “You know…”

“Pet name,” you supplied the term he was missing.

He nodded, and you stayed quiet for a brief moment, wondering if you really used them that often. You’d never given it much thought—they just slipped out naturally when you were teasing him. He’d never reacted to them before, and it had never even crossed your mind that it might cause him any discomfort.

Your expression grew a bit more serious as you shifted in your seat to face him directly.

“Does…does it bother you? Because, you know, if it does…”

“No!” he denied quickly, a faint hint of embarrassment flashing across his face, as if wondering whether he’d been too eager. He shifted into a calmer expression, letting out a small sigh. “No, that’s really not it. Actually…I like them. I like when you use them.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as he admitted it. But the question still lingered in your mind—if that wasn’t it, then what was?

"I just realized…" he continued slowly, with a hint of hesitation. You noticed that both of you had lowered your voices compared to the lively chatter during the card game. It was as if, unintentionally, you'd created a small bubble, separating this moment from the rest of the team.

You liked his whisper. Sometimes, it felt stronger than his regular voice, mostly because whenever he lowered it, it was usually tied to some genuine emotion.

"That I never use them myself. I mean, I don’t call you anything other than your name."

"I don’t…I don’t expect that from you."

"I know. I know, it’s not like I thought you were expecting it. I just started wondering if maybe you'd like me to... to start doing it too. I admit, it’s not something I’m used to—"

"If you’re comfortable with it," you interrupted him without meaning to, feeling the need to emphasize it. Until now, it hadn’t mattered how he addressed you; it didn’t bother you when it was just your name. After all, hey, it’s not really the most important thing in a relationship. But when he suggested it, you felt a flutter of excitement in your stomach. "I’m serious, Spence. Don’t force yourself if it feels unnatural," you added, slowing down a bit, feeling the slight tremor in the corner of your lips. You noticed how his brow furrowed slightly when he caught that movement. Usually, it meant there was an idea forming in your head, and this time, it was no different. "But if you really want to…you should know I have some requirements in this area."

"Requirements?" he repeated, sounding confused, as if he thought he misheard. "Sorry, but what kind of requirements could you possibly have when it comes to pet names?"

“Oh, you have no idea how many,” you scoffed, leaning slightly toward him with a mischievous gleam in your eye. Reid blinked, clearly both curious and a bit apprehensive. “I know you, your mind... so I guess you shouldn’t be surprised that I’m expecting you to be creative. I mean no babe. No honey.

Spencer stared at you for a moment, a look of disbelief crossing his face, before he let out a soft laugh.

"Alright, I’ve got it. No babe, no honey. Anything else to add to your list of demands?"

"Hmm, let me think," you murmured, to which he rolled his eyes. You didn't actually have anything else in mind; you just wanted to keep him in that state of uncertainty. But then, an additional thought occurred to you. "Oh, I know. It has to really fit with me. And with you. I want using it to come as naturally to you as possible. And I don't want you complaining to Penelope later, saying I forced you into it."

"Seriously, do you think I'd complain about you to Penelope behind your back?" he asked, pretending to be offended. He shook his head as if disappointed. "It's obvious I go straight to Morgan with stuff like this..."

You lightly tapped his arm.

"Is everything clear?" you made sure to ask, keeping your hand on his shoulder.

He glanced at your hand briefly before nodding.

"As clear as the sun. Has to be original and fit," he recited the two demands in their briefest form. He left his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to add something, as if he was about to come up with the perfect nickname, but clearly, he hadn’t thought of one yet. He let out a short sigh of surrender. "This...this might take a while."

"Take your time, babe."

"Hey, you said we're not using that..."

"I only said you’re not using that”

"So what’s the point of giving me all these demands when..."

You both fell silent only when the jet neared its landing.

Working on the case had put a bit of distance between you. Well, it wasn’t unusual—there were often plenty of witnesses to interview, multiple locations to visit or search, and the team simply had to split up. Whenever Hotch assigned you somewhere, he always paired you up in the most complementary way possible, ensuring that your skills and experience balanced each other out. As the youngest members, relying more on brains than brawn, you and Reid rarely ended up partnered together.

And this time was no different.

You sat in the front seat of the car beside Gideon, who was driving. The two of you were headed to one of the victims' homes in silence, and you used the moment to glance at your phone—only to spot a message from none other than Reid.

spence: I’ve been thinking about what we talked about on the jet, and I think I have a few suggestions that meet all of your conditions.

spence: Sorry for texting, but I’m not sure if we’ll get a chance to see each other today, and I wanted to tell you that.

y/n: tell me

y/n: i mean u should be thinking about the case rn not about me

y/n: but i’m just gonna assume ur brain is multitasking enough to do both

spence: Because it is.

y/n: wow so humble

y/n: so???

y/n: what’s with the pet names

y/n: surprise me, genius

spence: Sorry, I don’t have time to write proper explanations for all of them or explain why I think they suit you.

spence: But a few of them are love, dear, darling.

y/n: sweet, but kinda basic

y/n: anyway up to you

y/n: u’ll be the one saying them

spence: Yeah, but you’ll be the one called them, and it has to be something you like. What do you think?

spence: Maybe something less typical like pumpkin

y/n: pumpkin HAHAHA

spence: ?

y/n: sry, i just can’t picture u saying that out loud

y/n: u browsing some top 100 pet names for ur gf site rn?

spence: No

y/n: i’m telling garcia to check ur browsing history, silly

y/n: don’t even delete it she’ll find it anyway

spence: I admit, pumpkin is awful

spence: I really like daisy, but i know you're allergic to pollen

y/n: how do u know i’m allergic to pollen?

spence: 👍🏼

It was truly an exhausting yet enlightening response. Anyway, you didn’t dwell on it too much. Sometimes he just knew. Together with Gideon, you had already arrived at the right address, so you shoved your phone back into your pocket and got ready to get back to work.

The words we are ready to deliver the profile were a milestone in every case you worked on.

They marked a gathering of the entire team, where you would collectively organize the information you had gathered during the investigation. Together, you had managed to uncover the unsub’s identity, but there was still the task of determining their motive and locating where they might be holding their still, as you hoped, victim.

"The unsub spent most of his life caring for his severely ill, mentally abusive grandfather, of whom he was the only relative, which is why he now targets victims of a similar age," Derek began, crossing his arms over his chest. "He holds them for twenty-three days, mirroring the twenty-three years he dedicated to caring for him."

"He sees it as lost time, wasted. He never finished school, he was socially withdrawn. By repeating the same pattern with his victims, he believes he's getting something back," explained Reid, standing beside you, tapping one hand thoughtfully.

"This is all we have,” you muttered under your breath. ‘But we're missing the most important thing. Where is he? Where is he holding this man?”

“Garcia is working on that,” Hotch reassured you, pressing his finger to the earpiece.

“Give... give me some time,” Penelope asked in a distant tone, drowned out by the sound of keys being pressed rapidly. “ I think I have something... I need to check...ugh, fifteen minutes!”

After those words, she fell silent, leaving you all in anticipation. With a sigh, you crossed your arms over your chest, hoping she would find something. Reid stood by your side, slightly separated from the rest. Yet when he spoke, he lowered his voice to a murmur.

You stepped closer to hear him better.

"Vivi," he said softly.

You frowned at him, and his gaze hesitantly met yours—but once it did, it refused to let go.

"From the Latin vivus," he explained. "Full of life, vibrant."

You remained silent for a moment, savoring the echo his words left behind and the look on his face—just a hint of uncertainty creeping in as he waited for your reaction. If it weren’t for the fact that your team members were bustling around and the circumstances weren’t exactly romantic, you might have slipped under his arm. Instead, you settled for a small, sweet smile.

"That’s really pretty, Spence," you admitted, catching the faint shimmer in his dark eyes. "You think it suits me? Do you like it?"

He nodded slowly. You couldn't shake the feeling that something didn’t quite fit, that it didn’t sound natural coming from him. Maybe it was just your imagination? Or perhaps he was distracted, lost in more important thoughts while you were bothering him with pet names? You didn’t really have time to figure that out. At that moment, Garcia’s raised voice cut through the line, announcing that she might know where the unsub is holding his victim.

In the next moment, you were already on your way to the given address, listening to instructions on how to get inside without causing harm to the elderly man being held captive. When you and Reid reached him, he was loosely tied to a chair with rope, his head hanging limp against his chest. You crouched beside him, checking his pulse. It seemed like a simple loss of consciousness, likely caused by the stress and exhaustion of being held captive for over two weeks.

"Untie him," you said automatically to Reid, even though he had already started doing it before you spoke. "Can you hear me, sir? Damn it, I think we’ll need an ambulance..."

"Since when do angels curse?" A hoarse, weak whisper escaped the man's throat.

You exchanged confused glances with Spencer, momentarily frozen in place. The man's temples twitched before he gently lifted his head. His gaze landed on your face, and very slowly, he began to regain full consciousness.

"I died. And you're an angel, right?" he asked.

You sighed with a certain sense of relief. He was a bit delirious, but it seemed nothing serious was wrong with him.

"Don't worry, you’re not dead, sir. Actually, you’re perfectly fine and will be home soon..."

"Whatever you say, angel."

You saw Reid, who was untying the man, try to hide a amused expression on his face. Even after two weeks spent in captivity, Mr. Murphy managed to muster a bit of stubbornness. He told the arriving paramedics that he would only get into the ambulance if the angel who freed him went with him. And since you felt really sorry for the elderly man who had been kidnapped and whose mind was a bit frail, you did it.

You didn’t get back on the jet until late at night. Throwing yourself into the seat next to Spencer, you struggled to suppress another yawn. You didn’t even realize when your temple lightly rested against his arm, but through your partially closed eyelids, you noticed him closing the book he had been reading and placing it in his lap.

"Long day, huh, angel?" he asked. His voice was soft, almost a whisper, brushing your ears as you leaned against him.

"So, you spent the whole day trying to come up with the perfect pet name and ended up just going with the one some confused old guy called me?"you asked, opening your eyes and turning your head to look at him. Or rather, from the position you were in, at his jaw. "Watch out, Spencer Reid. I might accuse you of being lazy."

"I'm not lazy," he denied. "I'm just looking for inspiration in unusual places. Besides, it fits, don't you think? Angel."

"Mhm. Lazy."

With those words, you closed your eyes again, snuggling against him more comfortably. Spencer shifted slightly in his seat, using his free hand to tuck the hair falling onto your face behind your ear.

"Sweet dreams, angel."

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kiemiu · 7 months ago

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voice notes your boyfriend chris leaves you | ( fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship drabble warnings? -> slightly suggestive, use of her wc 327 (library) + (request)

one. hey..me, nick, and matt just landed in boston about...half an hour ago? i—i can't remember i didn't get much sleep on the flight..but i wanted to call and say goodnight, and i love you but then i remembered it's 3am here so i know you're asleep by now. (long sigh followed by silence) i miss you already.

two. hi, pretty baby. you didn't answer my call so i'm assuming you're busy right now. (crunching noises) but that wouldn't make any sense because what else could you be doing besides being my girlfriend? like-(scoffs)

three. hey sweetness, i'm at target right now and im— looking up and down the toy aisle- well, im by the legos actually, and i cant remember which set you said you wanted..can you send me a pic, please? thanks.

four. (loudly burps) that one's for you.

five. can't stop thinking about you..i miss you a lot. (soft sigh) everything about you. (light whimper)

six. you look so pretty, mama. wish i was there to see all of you in person.

seven. since you're bored you should like, come over and sit on my lap while i play fortnite..yknow..just a thought.

eight. (nicks voice) if your boyfriend drinks another one of MY pepsi's you will suffer the consequences. (a hard smack is heard) (chris in the background: don't talk to her like that, are you insane?!)

nine. can't stop listening to our playlist we made together, it just makes me miss you even more even though i just saw you last night...we should just- like, move in together. or you should move in with me. i don't think the boys would mind.

ten. hi stinky, hope you feel better. i ordered some food for you and it should be getting delivered to you soon, so— make sure you pay attention to the doorbell, mkay? (kiss noise) love you, text me when you wake up.

' 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ' 🥡: @emely9274 @ginswife @madifilipowiczslvt @chrispleasure @chrisstvrns @conspiracy-ash

a/n: just a quick drabble cause i'm working on smthn bigger and i still wanna post 🤭

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bratbby333 · 1 year ago

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gamer!bf sukuna drabble

·:*¨༺ nsfw mdni ༻¨*:·

gamer!bf sukuna who is always sat at his desk, shooting at something

gamer!bf sukuna who will lose track of time and play for hoursss, not even acknowledging your existence until you interrupt his game play with dinner

gamer!bf sukuna who buys you your own gaming set up after catching you playing on his computer when you think he isn't home (he positions your new monitor and gaming chair right next to his)

gamer!bf sukuna who laughs in your face when you ask if he wants to play minecraft with you (how dare you recommend something that isn't violent? silly little thing. do you even know him?)

"so childish... why the fuck would i play that?"

gamer!bf sukuna who feels bad after you pout at him for making fun of you, reluctantly agreeing to play fortnite (the tamest game he'll play)

gamer!bf sukuna who is never not yelling at someone through his headset

"you stupid fuck! ask your mother how my dick tastes"

gamer!bf sukuna who loves when you pull up a chair to watch him play

gamer!bf sukuna who let's you sit in his lap, the controller in your hands with his hands over yours, pushing the buttons for you... the elated grin on your face when you finally kill someone makes his dick hard

"baby! i did it! i got him!" "that's my good girl, now let me reward you"

gamer!bf sukuna who loves that you play animal crossing at your desk next to him while he plays cs:go and valorant, you eventually put on your noise canceling headphones because he won't stop screaming

"what the actual FUCK was that? you're trash. GET OUT OF MY LOBBY"

gamer!bf sukuna who finally agrees to play minecraft with you after weeks of begging, enjoying it more than he thought he would (the face you make when he finally says yes causes his heart flutter just a little bit... but he'll never tell you that, constantly groaning at how boring it is, but playing it with you for three hours)

he runs around killing creepers and skeletons to quell his homicidal ideations instead of helping you build a house "why the hell would we build a fake house when we're literally sitting in our real one?" so fucking sassy for no reason he'd run around collecting a mob of enemies instead, luring them into a pit before sealing it off and dumping a bucket of lava on them, laughing as they slowly burn to death...bro is insane i stg...

gamer!bf sukuna who let's you wear his headset while he plays a 1v1 in a custom lobby, laughing at his opponents obvious anger and frustration thinking they're losing to you (COD is so misogynistic, and sukuna is thoroughly amused when he gets to put them in their place on your behalf)

gamer!bf sukuna who beams with pride when you start picking up on gaming terms

"that guy sucks, he's just camping", you say, brows furrowed in annoyance. "who the fuck did you learn that word from?" "who do you think i learned it from, dumbass?" you retort, a taunting smile on your lips. he just grins, "god, you're so fuckin' sexy. but drop the attitude before i fuck it outta you."

gamer!bf sukuna who attempts to teach you how to play call of duty, battlefield, and cs:go

"you'll get better, doll. just keep tryin'"

gamer!bf sukuna who refuses to admit that he actually enjoys playing minecraft with you, hoping you'll suggest to play it first

gamer!bf sukuna who looks down from his monitor to see you kneeling under his desk, head between his legs, sucking him off while he's on discord talking to his friends; tangling his hands in your hair, biting the inside of his cheek when you deepthroat him unexpectedly, his hips bucking off his chair. "you dirty fuckin' girl, it's like you want them to hear" he moans out. his friends erupt in laughter after hearing him, but he doesn't want you to stop. exhibitionist!sukuna has entered the chat

"you can stay and listen if you want, at least im gettin' some unlike you virgins"

gamer!bf sukuna who fucks you rough when he loses a game

"god you're so fuckin' tight for me" he groans, his grip tight on your hips. he looks down to watch your pretty pussy suck him in. you squirm, his cock burying itself deeper and deeper inside you with every trust, whining as he pushes your head into the mattress, his strokes unrelenting. "uh uh. don't move...stay right fuckin' there n take this dick, brat."

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author notes: hehehe...this was super fun to write. if you have any requests, send them here! if u wanna be added to my anon club, drop an emoji with ur submission and ill add u to my pinned post ☺︎

i've already written longer, smut-filled stories of gamer!bf sukuna,,u can read them here and here and here

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shariasweet · 24 days ago

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fck you better but it's jake x reader standing fuck face to face through the wall and bed👀

s.jaeyun x f.reader

i'm going to be so real with you I have no idea what this means (I'm kind of slow) so i'm just gonna write this out thought wise... rather than drabble wise sorry anon ♥︎♥︎ (edit: I JUST REREAD THIS ANS UNDERSTOOD WHAT YOU MEANT IM SORRY 🫩) warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: free use • praise + degradation • mild toxic jake who doesn't want you talking to other guys • mating press • hard dom jake only if you squint • mutual masturbation • the slightest mention of dacryphilia and dumbification

now... if we're talking about fucking standing up then i raise you this: roommate jake and free use .ᐟ after your night together you guys start dating (optional... totally up to you) and come to this little agreement. you could be doing the most boring, mundane tasks—in this case, we'll go with something like washing dishes or cleaning up around the kitchen when he comes home and damn.

you just look so good, he physically cannot help himself. "fuckkkk, baby... 'couldn't even wait till i got my shoes off." he's behind you, arms snaking around your waist as he feels you up—hands groping at your chest or lightly squeezing your neck whilst he leaves marks trailing from beneath your ear all the way to your collarbone.

he mutters soft little curses, apologizing for being so rough (even though he doesn't mean it cause you both know that's how the two of you like it...) and he's clumsily unbuckling his belt, pants pooling around his ankles as he pulls himself out.

he's already hard. he's been thinking about this all day and you look so perfect :( you can hardly register anything before he's tugging your shorts to the side and sliding into your cunt. "yeah?" you're gasping, "'missed you s'mcuh." jake's all huffing into your ear, groaning about how you have 'the best pussy ever,' and how your 'molded for' his cock—only he can fuck you like this. "god, l-look at you… my perfect girl, t-take it sosososo good, baby." it's really obscene; the skin on skin, slapping as he drags himself out only to harshly thrust back in... burying himself to the hilt, slick lathering around the base of his cock.

on the other hand, if we're still into that typical 'fuck you better' au dynamic... then he's totally competitive .ᐟ jake can hear you touching yourself—hell, you're so loud, he'd be surprised if the neighbors couldn't hear your pornographic mewls through these thin, thin walls. he doesn't mind, of course. he's a pervert. if anything, this is just more material for his spank bank—it's when he hears foreign voices he gets curious...

because..? are you... watching porn? he really does think it's awful cute, however, you should know by now, he gets you off the best. what's the need for useless x-rated videos when you've got him just one room over? he laughs to himself—taking it as a sort of challenge.

the next time you begin touching yourself, before you can even whip out your laptop you hear it. you hear him. your phone pings...

S/JY: that video you're watching S/JY: he better not sound better than me. 10:47 PM

on the other side of you, jake's fisting his cock, tugging it sore as he waits to hear your soft little whimpers come echoing through the inch of drywall separating you... and they do, they come loud and clear. he can practically see you everytime his eyes squint in pleasure. he imagines you all worked up—flushed, with your back against the wall as you thrust two pathetic fingers into yourself with your jaw hung, slack-open.

you're basically fucking yourselves together. so in his mind, he's practically still the one making you cum—still, the one who's fucking you best, making you cry his name when he's feet away, not even touching you for real at all. and if you're feeling embarrassed the next morning? well, you will be—there are no if's.

jake's all in your face, "you couldv'e just knocked on my door, porn watching is a nasty habit." "you were thinking about me, right?" "I could hear how wet you were through the wall."

and lastly, don't let him get too riled up.

jake's easily jealous .ᐟ even if he is just your roommate, don't you know that y'all are so much more? if not, it's fine because he'll just remind you. "you really 'wanna talk to other guys? go ahead..." he's already undressing you with his eyes. "i’ll fuck them right 'out of your system, baby." he'll get you folded into a mating press, his arms strongly holding onto the headboard as he fucks into you relentlessly, using all his strength. he takes deep, hard strokes. "cry for me, sweetheart. that’s it. that’s my good girl." the whole time his hair's a mess and his glasses are all fogged up :( he's practically drooling from how good it feels.

you can feel his tip brutally assaulting your cervix and all you can do is babble incoherently because it feels too good for you to even think. which is what he wants... if your brain isn't foggy and your eyes aren't glossed over, he's not doing a good enough job. though, luckily for you he has pretty strong stroke game. I mean he's drilling into you so hard the headboard is banging against the wall and you're seeing stars.

#shariasweet ༉‧₊˚.#enha smut #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enha hard hours #enhypen hard hours #enha hard thoughts #jake smut #sim jaeyun smut #sim jake smut #sim jaeyun hard hours #jake hard thoughts #jake hard hours

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luvyeni · 7 months ago

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⠀ ( drabble ) love thy neighbor ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 박종성 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ jay thinks you’re annoying but that didn’t stop him from being in between your legs ヾ

neighbor!jay・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・mean dom jay, oral sex ( F ), dirty talk, ‎ wc ・ ‎0.5k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. golden retriever reader who's very talkative and black cat Jay who's her neighbor.

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 a jay fic that isn’t ceo or husband crazy right?

jay loved the silence in his life; he actually preferred it that way. he lived alone, he’d go to work and only interact with the people he needed to interact with. his had a small group of friends who understood his lifestyle and wouldn’t question it when he would drop off the face of the earth for a while — this was his life and he enjoyed it like that.

so it’s hard for people on the outside to understand why he’s always was with you when you’re the complete opposites — in contrast to jays stoic attitude, you were completely different. you did live alone, but you constantly had friends over, your work colleagues adored you; you were like the office puppy. you had many friends, people loved your company.

“jongseong.” he sighed under his breath after you called him for the 3rd time that hour. “yn you said you’d be quiet.” you giggled sitting up. “i know but im bored.” he turned around. “your apartment is right across the hall.” you pouted. “it’s so quiet over there, i have no one to talk to.” you said. “don’t act like you enjoy my company.”

he got from his seat and you smiled thinking he was finally gonna stop whatever he was doing and give you the attention you wanted. “you never know how to shut up do you?” you huffed. “i just- shut up.” he said, climbing onto the bed. “you want my attention so bad?” he pulled you by your ankles, you shrieked as your head hit the pillow. “i’ll give you my attention.”

that’s why jay tolerated you; because although you annoyed him and caused him much stress sometimes.the sweet taste of your cunt beat all that. “jay this isn’t what i meant by that.” he let out a tch sound with his mouth before slapping your thighs. “open your fucking legs.” he said , your legs immediately spreading for him. “pretty fucking cunt.” he groaned running his fingers up and down your folds. “so wet down there, you’re fucking soaked.” he pushed his finger inside, you meweled out. “jay.”

he pushed his finger in and out of your, kissing your clit. “jay please.” you yelped feeling him nip at your clit. “shut up.” he licked your clit. “always running that fucking mouth , you talk too much.” you whined. “this pussy is pretty noisy too.” he smirked. “but i like when she speaks to me though.” he gave your clit another kitten lick, you needed him and kept teasing you, so you started to squirm. “jay please touch me.”

“stop moving.” he growled. “keep still and be quiet for once.” he said. “my pussy needs attention.” you moaned out loudly as he dove in, eating your cunt like his life depended on it. “oh fuck jay.” you moaned, his tongue moved with such vigor. “oh my god.” you gasped out. “feels so go-good.”

he brought his thumb back to your clit rubbing hard little circles on your clit. “jay im gonna cum.” you gripped his hair. “ah!” you lost all sense as you came , legs wrapped around his head, heels digging in his back. “shit.”

he pulled away, slapping the insides of your thighs. “still so talkative.” he groaned, his cock hard against his slacks. “maybe I need to stuff that fucking mouth of yours.” he said palming himself, your pussy quivering with want. “no im gonna stuff your pretty pretty first.” he said.

“i’ll make you gag on my cock later.”

©️LUVYENI

#enhypen x female reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen drabbles #jay park hard hours #jay park x reader #jay park smut #jay park scenarios #jay x reader #jay smut

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invincibledc · 1 month ago

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Okay no you don't understand I'm obsessed with Jack😭I need moreeee

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒.ᐟ

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

^ྀི Synopsis: when testing out his guns, Jack takes this time to make this about bonding.

^ྀི Genre: fluff drabble

^ྀི Info: this OC is an OC I’ve written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Jack and reader are in their twenties which is 20-23. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

^ྀི Word count: 496

BANG! BANG! Echoed the sound of bullets hitting targets. There was a blonde male, with sharp blue eyes that stared down the dummy as he held a rifle in his arms. There beside him is his beautiful girlfriend, Y/N Al-Ghul Wayne.

You raised a brow when Jack smirked that infamous smirk of his. “Well puddin', guess you can call me a sharpshooter, 'cause I shot my shoot with you, and look where you are now.” He moves over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You gave him a slightly amused grin.

“Is that so?” You said, teasing him, placing a finger under his chin. Jack couldn’t help but give a loopy smile, drugged by your touch, he set the rifle down and wrapped both arms around you.

“Damn it, you’re so intoxicating,” he muttered, his raspy voice adding a deeper intensity to his words. You pushed his head away playfully, a smirk on your face as he groaned in annoyance. “Settle down, loverboy. I’m just trying to evaluate your shooting skills,” you responded clearly, observing the “tough” exterior of the guy as he grumbled.

Letting you go and grabbing a pistol.

“Sweetheart, you should know my ass has been shootin' since I was young. Remember who I was?” Jack said, cocking the gun before shooting at a new shooting range.

You hummed confidently, leaning against the counter as you observed his arm flex, the veins highlighting its definition. You looked up, catching a glimpse of him clenching his jaw before he deliberately relaxed it.

“Plus, does my sweet ol' princess even know how to shoot a gun?” He questioned, his hoarse voice breaking your train of thought and glance from his body.

“I certainly do, and you should know me better than that. It’s impressive how quickly you’ve tried to figure out my identity.” You strode over to him, your hair flowing confidently with each step.

“Oh yes, the ex-assassin knows how to shoot a gun instead of using a katana like her brother,” Jack says mockingly. You firmly smacked him upside the head, scoffing.

“Tt. Cut it out. Hand it over.” You took the gun from his hand, which always seemed eager to take yours. Jack smirked, leaning his tall frame over you, but you stood your ground, unflinching.

“Watch your step, because I’m not covering for any broken nails this time,” he says, stepping back as you give him an eye-roll.

“Says the boy who hasn’t hit a direct shot. Like this—”

With precision and confidence, you assumed your stance and effortlessly hit three bullseyes at varying distances. Jack's jaw nearly hit the ground before a smile crept across his face, clearly impressed.

“Well, damn babe.” He walks over to you, you hand him back his gun. Smirking as you tapped his shoulder.

“Don’t underestimate me next time,” Jack observes as you stride away, unable to wipe the confident smile from his face as he responds with a teasing tone.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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sunghoonnsupremacy · 1 year ago

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ONLY IF YOU SAY YES. - bff!nishimura riki x reader

summary : riki's always wanted to make out with you, or maybe he just wants to makeout with everyone. after becomimg tipsy at a party, you quickly give in to his desires.

a/n : happy 1year to my blog!! to all my viewers&followers, enjoy this quick riki drabble. love you all, mwa mwa. also- didn't mean for this to get so long.

genre : fluff

warnings : making out, a lil blood, whore calling

wordcount : 970

you somehow ended up at one of the typical frat parties of your college. the host, aka jake sim, was lying on the couch with heeseung and sunghoon next to him, drinking their beers.

they notice you and give you a lazy smirk, jake gettong up to greet you. "hey pretty. where's your escort?" you smile at him, sighing.

"no escort tonight. just waiting for riki to meet up with me." he gives you a sloppy nod, pointing to the kitchen. "think i saw him in there with eun-yoo, pretty. not sure if you wanna interrupt them."

you roll your eyes, knowing what he's indicating. "it's fine, thanks jake. see you around." you walk to the kitchen after smiling at the trio, saying your goodbyes to them quickly.

your e/c eyes look around the messy and crowded kitchen, looking for your best friend, only to spot him making out with the said eun-yoo against the fridge.

sighing in annoyance, you grab a drink, pouring some vodka and mixer into a cup and sipping it before walking up to the pair. "hey eun-yoo, riki. busy?" the two of them break apart, slightly panting. riki smirks at you, pulling away from her fully as she just waves at you quietly.

"you made it. thought you got lost again." he hugs you, pulling you in by your waist and letting his hands rest on your hips before pulling away.

"don't be a dickhead. i only got lost once." rolling your eyes, you smack his chest and cross your arms. "are you gonna hangout with me or do you need some more kissing in your system to properly function?" riki groans at you, muttering a goodbye to eun-yoo and dragging you away as you sip your drink.

you two arrive upstairs, most likely in jake's room. "the hell are we doing here? you got games on your phone?" snickering to yourself, you sit down on riki's lap as he sits down on the bed.

"no games on my phone, y/n. just exhausted." he lays his head on your shoulder, watching you swirl your drink around in the red plastic cup. after a moment of silence, you speak up.

"you know you can't just kiss every girl you feel like kissing, right? you're gonna end up hurting someone, or yourself." he sighs, rubbing his face into your neck from behind.

"they know im not looking for anything serious, plus who cares if i kiss every girl i land my eyes on?"you finish your drink and lean against him to relax. "i know i know.. it's just the principal of the whole situation."

riki rolls his eyes, annoyed at your nice personality. "hey.. why don't you wanna makeout with me?" he looks at you, expecting an answer. "cause im your best friend and god knows where your mouth has been. your lips probably have an std from the amount of lips they kissed."

he chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close. "you're a real pain in the ass, yk that? im a great kisser- and i know you've never made out with someone before."

he feels you tense up at his words, so he tightens his grip around you. "are you that much of a manwhore that you'd ask your bestfriend to make out with you?" you slightly turn your head to meet his gaze, his eyes boring into yours.

"maybe. is that a yes?" he smirks, tracing patterns with his thumb on your waist. "what would i get out of it? a cold sore? seeing how jake reacts to them, i'd rather not." riki rolls his eyes, scoffing.

"just say yes. it's not that deep, it's just kissing." you sigh dramatically, but agree. "fine, ill make out with you. only cause.. uh.." he snickers, tapping your thighs so you get off his lap. "cat got your tongue? 'ts all in good fun, doll."

you raise your eyebrow at the petname. "doll? which number doll am i?" he smirks, pushing you against the wall. "number 73." playfully pouting, you look up at him. "what a ugly number. id rather be something pretty, like 95."

he rolls his eyes, leaning down to kiss you softly. you kiss him back, placing your hands on his cheeks to tug him closer. his hands find your waist, keeping you close to him. his lips attack yours hungrily, begging for more.

"mm-" you let out a surprised whimper when his teeth bite down on your lip, shutting your eyes closed as you feel blood slightly come out. riki keeps making out with you, licking the blood of your lips, only to shove his tongue into your mouth.

you gotta admit, he is good at making out. no wonder every girl wants to kiss him.

your lips collide again and again until you pull away, needy to breathe. he snickers, finding your lack of oxygen amusing.

"so? how you liking my lips, doll?" ".. do you use lipbalm?" your question catches him off guard, his expression faltering. "sometimes, why? you like it? cherry flavoured."

you tug him closer, a smirk on your face for the first time tonight. "can't tell, let me have a taste again?" he gladly obligates, kissing you passionately and pressing you against the wall.

after spending the next 20 minutes making out, you both decide that's enough. walking back down stairs to the loud party like nothing happened, making sure to cover up the hickeys on your collar bones as you make your way back to jake, heeseung and sunghoon, riki finding his own friends.

jake looks up at you with hooded eyes and a lazy smile, obviously more drunk than when you last saw him an hour ago. "hey pretty. where were you?" sitting yourself down between hee and jake, you smile.

"eating some cherries."

#enhypen #enhypen niki #enhypen nishimura riki #enhypen riki #nishimura riki #enhypen fluff #riki x reader #ni ki x reader #niki fluff #-sunghoonnsupremacy

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sexbot300 · 1 year ago

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a/n: in light of recent events (im crying) heres a short drabble I made of getting your pussy ate by choso, written in under 30 minutes teehee.

choso kamo was certain about a lot of things. he was certain that his brothers liked specific foods, that specific days of the week offered the best coupon deals at the grocery store, that wool is a better fabric for sweaters than scratchy polyester and he was more than certain that being between your thighs was his own personal heaven.

well– at least that’s what he imagined to be certain of. countless and countless of times did you show up in his home, complaining about how no men nowadays “know” how to take care of a woman in bed. all he could do is furrow his eyebrows on the couch that you sit adjacent to him, wondering how in the hell men get the opportunity to get into bed with you and don’t worship every last second of it.

clearing his throat while turning to the tv, his muscular pale arms spanning out on the cushions of the couch behind you. wearing a black compression shirt that highlighted every rigid of his well-built body, gray sweatpants hanging loosely down on his sculpted v-line. “well, not all of them are. they’re just not me.”

sitting your body upright leaning slightly away from him as his face was still glued to the fluorescent-lit box. slightly scoffing, “oh really kamo?”

tilting his head to the side, leaning against his bulging bicep, his brown eyes bore into yours. whispering silently, “yeah. really.” his eyes wore an expression of tiredness, purple decorated his half-lidded eyes. it would be a crime not to give into him right then and there.

giggling while shaking your head, “fine choso.” you roll your eyes melodramatically. “bet you can make me cum in under 10 minut-“

his eyes still trailing every dramatic movement, he found himself enticed by every little expression made on your face. wherever you moved, his eyes followed in complete awe. cutting you off completely, “give me 5 minutes with my tongue.”

that’s where you found yourself withering on that very couch, legs overthrown on his broad shoulders. god knows where your panties were located and now your own self-respect. because the way this man was working his tongue up against your clit had you questioning why you haven’t done this sooner.

“a-ah! c-choso! too m’ch!” fingers gripped firmly on his hair that now fell loosely on his back, out of his usually buns framing his devastatingly handsome face. soaked with your sex, your slick coated from the tip of his nose to his entire chin. eyes even more half-lidded, they stared directly in your soul while his plush lips engulfed your clit. sucking harshly, eliciting lewd wet noises as he tongue would circle around the pearl in hungry motions.

“t-that’s fine.” he started, pussy drunk as his nose dipped against your clit that now detached from his tongue. his tongue now probed at the entrance of pussy never fully fucking his entire muscle into you, slowly taunted the hole that clenched at nothing. “better than not enough huh?”

dipping his head in even further, he brought a large hand up to your stomach, pressing down causing you to squirm. quickly shoving his nose deeper in your throbbing clit, his tongue fully penetrated your clenching hole. bobbing back and forth, fucking his tongue into you.

“c-cant cho!” squirming around your body convulsed as this man ruthlessly fucked his tongue into you, “no. you can… you will.” his words come out muffled, as he pushes himself out before lapping up and down your folds like a madman and then pushing his tongue back in to your sopping core.

this elicits a mean, mean cycle of choso constantly fucking you on his tongue, to straight up messily making out with your cunt, to using his mouth to engulf your clit as your own section toy. only leaving you with moans of; “oh choso!” “d-don’t stop, so fucking! mhpm! good! ah!” swirling his tongue against your bud, the penetration of two, thick, long fingers began to curve upright instantly hitting the sweet spot you needed. “y-you! uhhh! liar!” head hitting back the back of the couch, as eyes rolled back into your head. in a whiny pathetic whimper, “you saaaaah! said, only t-ah! tongue!”

“ch-cho! ah!” hooking one bicep under your thigh, the knot of release was the only thing clouding your judgement. “t-that’s…” suck! “it” lick! “just cum on my fingers and tongue…” moaning into your cunt, his eyes dazed as he ruthlessly pumps his fingers in and out while his mouth abuses your swollen clit. “don’t blame me that my fingers wanted to play with your cute little pussy.”

as your body sporadically twitches underneath him, clawing everywhere from the cushions underneath to his hair. he finds his free hand pinning both of your hands down, while his fingers scissor in and out, up and down. his body quickly adapting to how fast your moving, moaning like a whore. his whore.

“ah! no! CAN’T choso! this is it! ahhhhhh fu’kkkkk!”

“you can.” he maintained eye contact with you. his eyes almost black from the pupil dilation, this wasn’t your regular choso. this was the face of a man starved of pussy. his voice grew huskier while in the folds of your cunt, “and you will.” middle and ring finger start vehemently fucking into you, curving them upwards while he went up and down your contracting walls. only the lewd noises of your juices, moans, and choso’s fingers fucking you filled the room. within an instant, a slow gush of liquid starting squiring out of your pussy. taken you back by surprise.

“thereee we go. see? wasn’t so bad.. just let me take care of you from here on out, show you that I’m not just any man. I’m the only man you need.”

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 3 months ago

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Never Doubt That

Jamie Campbell Bower x Y/N - Drabble - 1.1K WC NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: jealousy, smut, p in v, L bomb, im too high to think about other warnings lol

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It all started with an email. The app Quinn wanted to work with Jamie. You had heard of the app and even downloaded and subscribed to it when Jamie told you he took the offer. All was well but something was brewing inside you when you realized any and all could hear how your boyfriend sounded during sex. It was petty jealousy and you knew it. You felt so conflicted and childish. It's a role like any other, so why did you feel like this? And it only got worse as the teasers came out. You snuck a peak at the script he left on the table and sighed with annoyance. You looked around making sure Jamie wouldn’t catch you before you picked it up and read it. The words filled you with fire when you read what Jamie would be saying. You could hear it in his voice, they were all things he said to you before. The lust that filled you initially melted away, you sighed again “Fucking stupid…” you mumbled before tossing the script back on the table.

“Not a fan, darling?” Jamie said as he leaned against the doorway behind you. His face didn’t look upset, you actually couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“I um… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to… it's… fine…” you stuttered before slipping past him and walking into the kitchen where you started to make yourself some tea.

“Sweetheart?” Jamie said as he followed you, confused at your reaction. You were less bubbly as of late; your typical silly and goofy nature that he so loved about you was replaced with solemn indifference.

“Tea?” you said, avoiding his piercing blue eyes.

“What is wrong? Something has been wrong for weeks love, tell me what it is so I can fix it… please.” his voice sounded sad and it washed your rage away.

You felt tears prick at your waterline, you felt embarrassed and stupid and anxious. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to scream or let the tears fall. You couldn’t admit why you felt all this was over some dumb words he was acting out with literally no one else in a recording studio. “It's nothing.”

“Obviously not,” Jamie said as he trapped you between his arms and the countertop.

His eyes bore into yours, searching for an answer. “It’s stupid.” you said, pushing your hand against his chest.

He didn’t budge, “Not if it is making you feel like this baby.” he said, swiping a lone tear off your cheek. “Tell me.”

“I’m jealous, ok?” you said, pushing him a little harder so he finally backed away from you.

“Jealous?” he repeated, nothing but confusion lacing his words.

“Of the script… the app, all the women who will get to hear you…” you said, making two cups of tea on autopilot, hoping Jamie would just drop it.

You felt his arms slowly snake around, pulling you against his chest. One hand running over your neck, softly turning your cheek so your head rested in the crook of his neck. The other pulled your hand away from the counter. “I don’t like seeing you so upset,” he said, his voice growing darker.

His hand on your cheek slowly made its way down your throat, the other moved to trace the waistband of your sweat pants. He let his hand fall from your throat only to slide it slightly under your shirt, his slender fingers feeling over your waist. “They’ll never have me this close…” he whispered over your neck, leaving soft sloppy kisses down it.

You let out a soft breath, it felt as if he was stealing it from you with every kiss. Your hand by your waist settled itself on top of his which was still playing with your waist band. You pushed his finger below your waist band slowly, his fingers feeling the lace of your underwear. “They’ll never have my hands wander over them.”

When his hand finally reached your tits you felt him thumb over your nipple. You turned your head slightly more into his neck, trying to muffle your moans. Jamie nipped at your neck causing you to gasp. His other hand slid beneath your panties, feeling over you. You trembled in his grasp, anxious in the best kind of way. “They’ll never have me mark them like this.” he said, nipping the same spot on your neck over and over until you could tell it was going to bruise.

You squirmed slightly, pushing your hips into him where you felt his hard cock against you as his finger finally started circling your clit. His hand left your tits to which you whined at the loss of contact. Jamie pulled your sweats down slightly, he watched his fingers go in and out of you as he pushed your panties to the side. “They’ll never know how hard I get for you.”

You bent over the counter, wanting Jamie to just take you already. He held your wrists behind your back before he ran his tip up and down your folds. You could see how his head tipped back and eyes closed out of the corner of your eye. It gave you a sense of pride, making him this weak. Only you.

Jamie pushed into you, filling you in the most delicious way. He could see your tension fade from your muscles as he started to rock his hips. Your eyes rolled back and fluttered closed as your breathing became erratic, your heart pounding against the granite counter. “Nobody else can make me feel the way you do…” he said, holding back strangled moans. “Nobody could love me like you do…” he said, pulling you up by your hair, tugging the roots.

You clenched around him as you felt the warmth in your lower belly rage into an all consuming fire, it flooded your brain and glazed over your eyes. Jamie kissed your neck, sliding his hand down to rub tight circles on your clit. He came as your pretty cunt milked him, both of you covered in sweat exchanging breaths. “You are all that I could ever want or need for the rest of my life - never doubt that.”

You smiled as you turned around in his arms. He readjusted your clothes and his before picking you up by your thighs and sitting you on the counter. You kissed over his face, enjoying the feel of his hands that rubbed up and down your thighs. Your foreheads rested against each other, living in the splendor that was this never ending soft moment.

“I love you” you both said, laughing slightly at the simultaneous admission.

“You are my light in life, this is just a role. You have nothing to be concerned about my love. If you ever need another reminding,” he nipped over your dark bruise he had left earlier. “I’ll give it to you however you want it.”

You nodded softly before locking your lips with his again.

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Naboo's Note:

I think we all saw this coming lol my precious boy ughhhhh if he gave me five minutes I could give him the most earth shattering, toe curling, sam sung spin cycle, 360, sloppy toppy head........ good god. I need to be put down, somebody old yeller me please. ANYWAYS - enjoy cookies <3 XOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!!!!!!!

#writing #fanfiction #jace wayland #mortal instruments #jamie campbell bower #quinn original #quinn #jamie bower #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower x reader

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qwimblenorrisstan · 1 year ago

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little az drabble I wrote up while bored

You woke up like usual, to the sight of the sun peeking through the curtains of your room’s window. Not to mention the weight you could feel on your chest, or the stubble of your favorite big Illyrian baby against your neck, or his dark hair, tousled and crinkled with sleep, tickling the underside of your jaw.

These were your favorite ways to wake up, to your quiet mate, lying on you, his slow, steady heartbeat a reassuring melody that you synchronized to as if it were easy as breathing. His scent, a rich, earthy smell mixed with pine, and something else you still couldn’t put your finger on that was just distinctively him, drifted up to you. You could recognize that scent anywhere. It was already soaked into the blankets and pillowcases from the many memories and nights you’d shared in this bed.

You didn’t know how long you’d been gazing at him, but a deep, raspy voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Like what you see?”

A teasing tone asked. You couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at your lips. The things that voice could do to you. He was fully aware of it, as well. It sometimes seemed that Azriel knew more about you than even you knew about yourself.

“So what if I do?”

You asked, the smile on your face palpable through your tone. He smiled against your skin, despite himself. The hand that wasn’t trapped under his wings, spread across the bed in their full glory, the light hitting them at just the right angle to expose red and purple lines of vessels and membranes encased in thin, leathery skin, went up to run through his hair. He relished in the feeling of it, letting out a sound that sounded awfully close to a purr, the shadows that had been resting with him, curled protectively around you, stirring and beginning to wake with him.

As if on cue to ruin the peaceful moment, your stomach lowly grumbled, causing a low chuckle to spill from Azriel’s lips.

“Someone’s hungry.”

He murmured against your skin. You could already imagine the barely noticeable smirk on his lips as he said it. You only rolled your eyes in playful irritation, before shifting to try and fail at sitting up.

“If you weren’t crushing me, I’d go make breakfast.”

You retorted, giving a light, playful tug to one strand of his hair. With a low hum that sounded like he was thinking, he sighed, eventually relenting and rolling off of you. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander a bit, to his tanned, warm skin, the patterns of his Illyrian tattoos that your mind knew without having to look at them, his strong wings, not to mention the way his thick eyelashes fluttered as he blinked…

“I’ll help. Pancakes?”

His voice cut through your too-vivid memories of the times you’d explored that body of his, and you refocused on the task at hand. Breakfast. Today was a pancakes kind of day, and he knew that just as well as she did.

“With butter. Can’t forget the butter.”

She added with a little smirk, getting up, throwing some clothes on, and walking with him down to the kitchen. Cooking meals together with him was one of her favorite ways to spend time and make memories. Another memory for you to make with your mate.

Another one to look back on through both the highs and lows of life.

(probably obvious but im new to tumblr and just figuring things out, so pls be patient with me lol)

#acotar fanfiction #acotar fluff #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #domestic fluff #snuggles

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nerdsnuff · 4 months ago

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haii!! Im bringing the typa greed they talk about in the bible (*´ー｀*) can iiii get 55 burgers 55 fries 55 nugget 55 cola 55 erm errm damon drabble for valentines..? It dont have to be finished/posted at valentines i just want something something okiee thank!!!!

DINNER DATE — DAMON MAITSU. gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings.

anything for u my most favorite down bad damon fan!! (^_^) im sorry it’s so short… but happy valentines!

damon maitsu’s ultimate talent is debating, not dating. which is why despite being the self proclaimed smart guy, he’s struggling (almost terribly). not to a point where it’s annoying or a hassle in any way though, thankfully it’s stupidly endearing.

after every choice, he thinks back to his parents. oh how sweet and kind his parents are to give him advice on how to not mess up a date.

‘make sure to be a gentleman compliment them!’ his mother says. then, his dad perks up. ‘yeah, hit ‘em with a good pickup line or two!’ he exclaimed cheerfully. right at the doorframe his mother adjusts his suit while his dad watches with a smile. her hands run along the soft fabric, a material both she and her husband are familiar with as they made this very suit he’s wearing tonight. ‘don’t forget what we’ve told you, alright?’ his mother says.

he absolutely did not forget.

“ah, hello? earth to damon?” you call out, waving your hand in front of him. he quickly blinks, seeming restless.

“huh? oh, yeah?” he perks, you quirk your brows. you look at him confused, though you’re actually more worried.

“you were definitely spacing out, are you okay? is this date… boring?” you asked nervously. you don’t want to hear him agree.

“no! not at all. i- uh-” his eyes wonder around, from you to the table then everything else. he’s looking for something, anything that can… oh he’s got just the thing. “a-are you a rose? cause you’re as beautiful as ever” he lets out an awkward laugh. he noticed the jar of roses sitting in the middle of the table, and decided to use his dad’s advice now.

‘don’t forget to hit ‘em with a good pickup line or two!’

suddenly you laugh. bright and stunning — you laughed at his stupid joke. his heart was struck.

“hahah! damon, where’d that come from? that’s… sweet. thank you” you smile at him, and reach out to hold his hand. “i didn’t know you were one for pickup lines… hm. i like your outfit, i think it really suits you” you giggle, and so does he. oh how your heart feels warm too. “actually that counts more as a pun, huh?”

he shakes his head. “no, it’s okay. it has the same effect. but thank you, my parents made it for me”

you gave a surprised expression. “really? wow! they must be very talented. no wonder their son is too”

damon blushes again. “yeah they’re… they’re pretty good. thank you for acknowledging my talent, even if it’s boring sometimes”

“no way!” you protest. “you’re anything but boring. c’mon, how about you tell me a little more about how you got into debate and all, let me hear all about you, maitsu”

god damon was gonna be a flustered mess by the end of this dinner date. the one thing his parents didn’t tell him to do was keep his composure. so… maybe it’s okay if he loses it a little, right?

“okay. well, it all started when i was in elementary…”

#📼 awesome mix vol. 1 #project eden's garden #project eden's garden x reader #pjeg #pjeg x reader #damon maitsu #damon maitsu x reader

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moriartyluver · 1 year ago

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Hello! May I request a fluff drabble or one-shot of William and his noblewoman wife being at a ball and sneaking away to the garden (or anywhere private) and they’re giggling because of the thrill of having to hide from some of their noble ‘friends’ while sneaking away and William is teasing and flirting with her the whole time<333

A/N: this got me blushing an kicking my feet alsjalsjdjlsskj. It’s absolutely adorable and I hope I did you justice anon! ALSO ALSO ALSO PLEASE SEND ME SOME ASKS. IVE CLEARED THROUGH ALL MY ASKS AND IM REALLY BORED + IM NEARLY AT 500 FOLLOWERS SO SEND IDEAS FOR AN EVENT.

Character(s): William James Moriarty x fem! Reader

Format: oneshot

Prompt: sneaking away from a ball with Liam

Genre: (tooth rotting) fluff, slightly suggestive

Warnings: nothing really I suppose. Fem! Reader. Reader is a noblewoman. Reader is liam’s wife.

“YOU ARE CERTAIN that nobody saw us leave the hall, right, my love..?” You asked you lover who was walking backwards, holding both your hands in his as you sneaked away from the ball.

It was no secret that the two of you could find such gatherings excruciatingly boring. You and your husband had jokingly threatened to run away multiple times that night, until it eventually became your reality only an hour or two later.

“Oh why bother about them,” he smiled as he leaned closer to you, planting a gentle kiss to your lips “I have you all to myself now, do I not?I may as well take advantage of being alone with you for what seems like the first time tonight..~”

Heat creeps up onto your cheeks as he kisses you once more, this time slightly longer than before.

“I suppose you are right..but I would rather not cause a scandal whilst hiding..” you sighed as William brushed a strand of hair away from your face, admiring your beauty in the moonlight

“Does that not add to the thrill of it, darling?” He asks, kissing your cheek, a teasing smile on his face as he backs away, still holding your hand as he clasped his free one over your eyes. The two of you continue to sneak around the gardens whilst the other nobles ‘enjoy’ the party inside. Honestly you were thankful that, because of William, you weren’t currently amongst them. God they could be so insufferable.

You hummed in agreement “it does indeed. Still, you’ve not mentioned where exactly you plan on taking me, dearest.” You commented, relishing in the feeling of the grass beneath your feet, brushing softly against your ankles as William guided you through a strange little passageway, shielded by trees which shone in the moonlight.

“Just give me a moment, (Name). Relax and enjoy the walk.” He said, rubbing his thumb against the back of your gloved palm reassuringly. “Did you notice how distant Lord Beresford’s wife was from him this afternoon? Perhaps a little birdie had informed her of his illegitimate family with one of the maids, at least that’s what I heard.”

“William!” You gasp in a mixture of shock and amusent, “How could you do such a thing!” You exclaimed, fighting back a laugh that would be loud enough to give both of you away

“You of all people should know I’m much more under the surface,” William smiled innocently “Much more.”

“I’m aware.” You said as William paused in his steps, “I think if any member of the ton heard of your true nature, they’d feel most faint. Apart from Albert, we know what he’s like.”

You could hear William chuckle softly as she stood behind you, his warm breath against your ear “Be careful, sweetheart, I might get carried away if you keep teasing me like this.” He whispered, slowly removing his hand from over your eyes.

You blink for a moment, adjusting to the soft lighting. There before you was the most beautiful scene you could possibly imagine. A tranquil pond in the forest reflecting the surrounding greenery. Water lilies bloomed along the edges, while dragonflies flew gracefully above. There was the faint sound of croaking, coming from the small frogs on lily pads.

“You’re always been fond of a beautiful environment,” he said as he stood in front of you, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear “Particularly at night…” William kissed your temple “I love you.”

Although William was incredibly infatuated of you, he didn’t use that term sparingly. He believed that if he could show his love for you in his actions, that was worth more than a casual ‘I love you’ in a passing moment. They were such strong words, only to be used if they needed to. He knew that.

You smiled up at him “I love you too.”

He leaned forwards, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I really do love you.” He murmured before kissing you again “every part of you..”

“I do too,” Your hands found themselves in his soft blond hair

“Mm..not as much as I love you, though,” he smiled against your lips, kissing you once more

You couldn’t help but laugh like a child as he did so. “What’s brought this about?” You asked as you cupped his cheeks in your hands

“Is it a crime to show your beautiful wife that you love her?” He said with a faux offended expression

“Well you aren’t exactly a law abiding citizen.” You kiss him again, lips upturned in a smug expression.

#—a’s anons 💄#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #mtp william #—a’s asks 💌

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