#and then all of a sudden they were roomates

[raekensluver]

hearts aligned

description: you and your roommate spencer reid have always been there for each other. one night he comes back from work and you two discover a different side to your dynamic.

pairing: roomate!spencer reid x fem!reader

contains: fluff!! mutual pining, typical criminal minds violence, reader is described as having shoulder length hair

song rec: fallen star by the nbhd- "you're in my dna, i can't keep away no matter how hard i try"

w.c: 2.7k

an: *sob* i love him.

it was a mundane tuesday evening, the kind that bled into the fabric of the week seamlessly. the apartment was quiet, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator echoing through the hallway. the soft glow of the living room lamp cast a warm, buttery light, a stark contrast to the deepening shadows outside the window. you sat cross-legged on the couch, your nose buried in a well-worn paperback, the plot weaving in and out of your consciousness like a gentle stream.

the sound of the lock turning brought your head up with a jolt, the bookmark slipping from your fingers to land silently on the carpet. spencer reid, your roommate, stepped inside, his eyes weary but a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. his gaze swept the room before settling on you, the surprise in his eyes unmistakable. "you're still up," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to shake the very air.

you closed the book with a soft thud and gave him a warm smile. "yeah, i had some trouble sleeping," you admitted, your voice a little hoarse from the quiet of the night. "do you want some tea?" you offered, already pushing to your feet. his nod was all the encouragement you needed as you padded into the kitchen, the cold tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of the living room. while the water heated, you listened to the soft thud of his shoes against the floor as he moved towards his room, the jingle of his keys a familiar lullaby.

but when you turned with the steaming mug in hand, you found him hovering in the doorway, watching you. "you know, i can do that," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "i don't mind, really." his voice was gentle, a hint of concern lacing his words.

you paused, the ceramic warm against your palms, and studied him for a moment. his tie was askew, his shirt wrinkled from a long day's work, and his hair, normally a neat cap of chocolate waves, was disheveled. "you've had a long day," you said, your voice firm but kind. "just sit." you gestured to the stool at the kitchen island, the one that faced the stove where you were already setting out ingredients for a simple meal. "i'll make us something light."

he hesitated, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "alright," he conceded, his shoulders slumping slightly as he took a seat. the fabric of his pants whispered against the leather of the stool as he settled in, his eyes never leaving you as you moved with an easy grace around the kitchen. you could feel the weight of his gaze, a warm presence that made your cheeks flush, and your heart stutter in your chest.

you filled a pan with oil, the faint sizzle as it heated up a comforting sound. "so, how was work today?" you asked, trying to keep your voice casual despite the sudden thrum of anticipation that had taken root in your veins.

spencer took a sip of his tea, his eyes thoughtful. "it was… interesting," he said, his gaze drifting over the steaming liquid. "but i'd rather not talk about that right now," he added, his voice a low murmur. "do you mind if we talk about something else?"

you nodded, setting aside the knife you were using to chop vegetables. "of course," you said, wiping your hands on a dishtowel. "what do you want to talk about?"

spencer leaned against the counter, his expression pensive. "tell me about your day," he said, his eyes searching yours. "i feel like i never get to hear about it."

you felt a flutter in your stomach. "it was…normal," you said, the words feeling almost rehearsed. "work, errands, the usual."

spencer's gaze remained steady, a hint of curiosity lighting his eyes. "anything exciting happen?"

you couldn't help but chuckle at his persistence. "well, if you consider accidentally matching my socks with my shirt 'exciting,' then yes, it was quite the thriller," you said with a wry smile.

his eyes lit up with amusement, the corners of his mouth twitching. "i see," he said, his voice teasing. "that does sound like a tale for the ages."

you rolled your eyes playfully, the tension in the room easing a notch. "it was definitely a fashion statement," you quipped, tossing a chopped carrot into the pan. the sizzle filled the air, the scent of garlic and onions mingling with the warmth of the kitchen.

spencer set his tea aside, leaning closer. "i'm sure it was," he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "but really, anything interesting happen?"

you met his gaze, a sudden realization dawning. "you know what, spencer?" you said, your voice earnest. "right now, this moment, is the most interesting thing that's happened to me all day." his eyes widened slightly, and you could see the wheels turning in his head. "just being here, with you, talking about nothing in particular… it's nice."

his cheeks colored slightly, and he ducked his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "it is," he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. "i don't get to do this very often."

you cocked your head to the side, studying him. "what do you mean?"

he shrugged, his eyes darting to the floor. "i spend so much time working, or reading, or… just in my own head," he admitted. "i don't get to just sit and talk with people. not like this."

you felt a warmth spread through you, a sense of connection that was more profound than any conversation you'd had with him before. "i'm always here, you know," you said softly, the words slipping out before you could second guess them. "if you ever need someone to talk to, or just to sit with."

his eyes snapped back up to yours, the surprise in them clear. "i know," he said, his voice a little gruff. "i just… i don't want to burden you."

you set the spatula down, moving closer to him. "you're not a burden, spencer," you said, your voice firm. "you're my roommate. and if you ever need anything, i'm here."

his eyes searched yours, the depth of his gaze sending a shiver down your spine. "i know," he repeated, his voice softer this time. "it's just… i don't want to take advantage."

you reached out, placing a hand on his forearm. "you could never take advantage," you assured him, your thumb stroking a gentle circle against his skin. "we're friends, we're supposed to be here for each other."

spencer's eyes dropped to where your hand rested, the warmth of your touch seeping into his bones. "i know that," he murmured. "but i also know that you have your own life, your own things to deal with."

you gave his arm a gentle squeeze before retreating to the stove, the comforting dance of cooking resuming as if the moment had never happened. "and you're part of my life," you said, your back to him. "so, what's one more thing?"

spencer watched you for a moment, his eyes tracing the curve of your back, the way your hair fell in soft waves down to your shoulders. he took a deep breath, the scent of the simmering food filling his nostrils. "what's your favorite memory?" he asked, his voice a little rough.

you glanced over your shoulder, a smile playing on your lips. "just one?" you teased, turning back to the stove. "that's a tough one." you stirred the contents of the pan, the spices releasing a symphony of aromas into the air. "but if i had to pick, it would be the first time we moved in together."

spencer's eyes lit up, the memory obviously a good one. "that was… chaotic," he said with a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "but also… nice."

you nodded, your smile growing. "i remember being so nervous," you said, the words bringing a warm rush of nostalgia. "i didn't know what to expect, moving in with someone i'd only met only once before."

spencer's gaze grew distant, his mind traveling back to that fateful day. "i was the same," he admitted. "i had this whole speech prepared about how we should respect each other's space and keep things clean, but when i saw you, it all just… disappeared."

you turned to face him, your eyes wide with surprise. "really?"

he nodded, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "i know it sounds ridiculous, but you just… you made me feel comfortable. like i could be myself around you."

you felt your heart swell at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest. "i felt the same way," you admitted, your voice a little shaky. "i remember walking in and seeing all these boxes, and thinking 'what have i gotten myself into?'" you laughed, the sound a little too loud in the quiet kitchen. "but then you looked up from your book, and you just… you were so genuine, so welcoming."

spencer's smile grew, his eyes a soft brown in the muted light. "i've never regretted that decision," he said, his voice earnest. "you make this place feel like home."

you blinked, the sudden weight of his words settling in your stomach. "i'm… i'm happy to hear that," you said, your voice a little breathless.

spencer pushed himself off the stool, the sound of it scraping against the tile floor breaking the silence. he took a step closer to you, the warmth of his body radiating like a small sun. "i mean it," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "you're the best roommate i could ever ask for."

you swallowed hard, the heat of the stove behind you seemingly nothing compared to the warmth in front of you. "thank you," you whispered, your hand still clutching the spatula. "you're pretty great too."

his smile grew, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "yeah?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

you nodded, feeling your heart race. "yes," you said, turning back to the stove to give yourself a moment to compose. "you're always there when i need you, and you put up with my terrible cooking."

spencer chuckled, moving closer to peer into the pan. "i wouldn't say it's terrible," he said, his eyes twinkling. "just… adventurous."

you shot him a playful glare, but couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "adventurous, huh?" you said, shaking your head. "i'll take that as a compliment."

spencer stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently take the spatula from your grip. "i'll help," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. the air between you felt charged, the tension thick and palpable. your heart was racing, each beat echoing in your ears like the tick of a clock counting down to something you hadn't quite anticipated.

you let him take over, watching as his long, slender fingers deftly stirred the sizzling mixture. "i've been meaning to tell you something," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "i know we've been roommates for a while now, but… i've started to realize that i might like you a little more than just a friend."

you froze, the heat from the stove forgotten. your eyes searched his, looking for any sign of uncertainty or jest, but all you found was sincerity. "spencer," you began, but he held up a hand to stop you.

"i know it's weird," he said, his voice rushing out like a river that had been dammed for too long. "and i know we're friends, and roommates, but… i can't ignore it anymore."

you stared at him, your thoughts racing faster than the cars on the street outside. "spencer," you breathed, his name a question, a declaration, a plea all rolled into one. your hand hovered in the space between you, unsure of where to land.

his eyes searched yours, the warmth of his hand as he took the spatula a silent promise. "i know," he continued, his voice a little shaky. "but i can't help it. every time i come home and you're here, waiting for me, it's like… it's like coming home to a piece of sunshine."

you felt your heart stutter in your chest, the words resonating deep within you. "spencer," you whispered, the name a prayer on your lips. "i… i feel the same way." the words hung in the air, a soft confession that seemed to illuminate the kitchen with a gentle glow.

his eyes searched yours, a hopeful spark lighting them up. "you do?" he asked, his voice tentative, as if he was afraid to believe.

you nodded, your own heart racing. "yes," you said, your voice clear and firm. "i've liked you for a while now. i just didn't know how to tell you." the admission felt like a weight lifting off your chest, leaving you feeling lighter than air.

spencer's smile grew, a genuine, boyish grin that made your heart flutter. "really?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

you nodded, your cheeks flushing a soft pink. "yes," you whispered, your eyes never leaving his. "i just didn't want to mess things up."

spencer set the spatula down, the clatter against the pan a jolting sound in the quiet kitchen. "you could never mess things up," he said, his voice a soft promise. "not with me."

you took a step closer, the warmth of his body drawing you in like a magnet. "are you sure?" you asked, your voice a little shaky.

he nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "i've never been more sure of anything in my life," he said, his voice a low murmur. "you make me feel… alive, in a way i haven't felt in a long time."

you felt your breath catch in your throat, the confession so raw and honest that it was like a punch to the gut. "spencer," you whispered, reaching out to touch his cheek. your fingertips traced the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath your fingertips.

his eyes searched yours, the question in them unspoken but clear. "what are we going to do?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

you took a deep breath, the scent of the food on the stove forgotten. "i don't know," you admitted, your voice a little shaky. "i just know that i don't want to ignore this anymore."

spencer reached up, his hand covering yours on his cheek. "neither do i," he murmured, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. "i don't want to pretend it's not there."

you stepped closer, your hand sliding down to cup his face fully. "then let's not," you said, your voice a little tremulous. "let's see where this goes."

his eyes searched yours for a moment before he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours tentatively. it was a gentle touch, a question that hung in the air between you, waiting for an answer. you responded with a sigh, your arms wrapping around his neck as you deepened the kiss. his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, the warmth of his body a comforting embrace that seemed to fit you perfectly.

the world outside the kitchen faded away, the only sounds the faint crackle of the stove and the thud of your hearts beating in sync. the kiss grew more urgent, more passionate, as if you were both trying to make up for lost time. your hands tangled in his hair, the soft strands slipping through your fingers like silk.

you two broke apart, breathless, your eyes searching each other's for any sign of doubt or regret. but all you saw was a reflection of your own feelings - a wild, unbridled hope that seemed to set the room alight. spencer's chest rose and fell in time with yours, his eyes dark with want.

"i've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

you nodded, your eyes searching his. "i know," you said, your voice just as soft. "me too."

his thumb traced the curve of your lower lip, his gaze never leaving yours. "are we… are we okay?" he asked, his voice a little unsteady.

you nodded, your heart racing. "yes," you breathed, the word a soft promise. "we're more than okay."

[atebyflowers]

puppy | E.W

first time writing full smut . . so be gracious pls. i don't rmb ib . . so tag if u do lol — cw: sub!ellie, loser!ellie, fem reader, both afab, sex (duh), slight dacryphilia, fingering, cunnilingus, mommy kink, scissoring, cum eating, dom!reader, lol lol okay . . think thats all 🐈‍⬛ UNEDITED so ignore errors ty

"I need her so bad.” you say as you drag a cigarette between your lips, digging through your pockets in search of a lighter. The evening was loud, you and Dina has stepped out of the house to break from the over crowded party — the whether damp and gloomy making it look like midnight already. You groaned as dina took the cigarette out of your mouth, lighting it as she grew impatient waiting for you to finish digging through your pockets. "Did you even hear me?" You scoffed standing up to grab the now lit cigarette from her hands. Dina rolled her eyes at you, slightly laughing at what she thought, was your stupidity. "Shes to innocent for you babe" she replied after blowing out the smoke. "Yea? I'm sure nobody's that innocent. ." You replied taking another inhale from the cigarette. “You remember when i had to tutor her on sex ed?!" Dina laughed louder though her words, you scoff “that means nothing, maybe she needed help finding-" Dina cut you off with an even louder laugh, you rolled your eyes once again and shoved past her — stomping on the cigarette as you walked back into the house.

It was your sophomore year of college, at first — you were dreading moving back into your dorm the moment you found out you would have to move into a double this semester. Lucky for you, that all changed the moment you realize who your roomate was. Ellie. . the girl you've been practically obsessed with for as long as you can remember. God was she a fucking loser—but you loved it. The way she subtly watched you in admiration thinking you never noticed, the way she'd follow you around like a lost puppy whenever you hanged out in large groups . . She was an addiction to you — and you needed more. With her bed right across from yours, your mind spiraled with the ideas of her every time the sun set. When you finally fell asleep, all you could dream about was the way she’d sound underneath your grip . . fuck it killed you. You knew ellie was inexperienced, definitely not innocent like dina described it . . but she had never been with a girl the way you had been with a girl — you hated it, but we're also obsessed with the idea of being her first full body.

standing in front of the door to your dorm, Dina scoffed before you turned around to face her. "Suddenly you're nervous?" She questioned looking at you with an attitude, "I'm not . . fuck off dina" you responded. It was midnight now, actually midnight, and the two of you finally made it back to campus. Clothes drenched by the sudden storm — you turned away from the black haired girl and pulled out your dorm key. "I'll be praying for you, but i still don't think you have a chance!" Dina said, walking off before you could respond. You sighed heavily leaning your head back before you fully unlocked the door walked inside shaking your head. You hang up your soaked jacket and lift off your T-shirt leaving a tank top underneath. Throwing the wet t-shirt into your laundry hamper, you're caught off gaurd by the sounds of groans.

"Els?" You question walking into kitchen, making her jump. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you . . But you're really loud" you laughed. Ellie sighs through a laugh and turns back to her papers placing her pencil down on the counter. You walked closer to her, studying her expressions in an attempt to read her feelings. Watching her for a few moments in silence, you view her furrowed eyebrows as she chews on the eraser of her pencil. Moving even closer to lean over her shoulder, your breathe against her skin catches her off gaurd. "Need any help?" You question, slightly dragging your fingers up and down her exposed arms. Ellie smiled to herself before responding, "like you could help me" she scoffed sarcastically and you frowned "what is that supposed to mean?" You questioned, and ellie turned around to face you, you — backing up slightly so your eyes could meet once she's adjusted in her chair. "I just mean . . you know, I'm smart. . It's okay" her words made you laugh, "oh I know you're smart baby, but you look so stressed" you said patting her head, nearly petting her as she blushed at your response. "so pathetic" you thought in your head, your

teasing was ever so slightly, yet just enough to make her a re mess. Standing just above her, Ellie's eyes uncontrollably meet your chest — staring for a moment before she catches herself and looks away. You giggle as you watch her, causing sudden embarrassment to flush over her. "My eyes are up here" you said lifting her chin to face you, "i wasn-" Ellie's voice was shaky as she met your eyes again — nearly trembling over how close you two were. "I'm sorry" she barely gets out through a voice crack. You bite your lips hiding a smile as you look down at her, caressing her cheeks with your thumb. You hummed, pulling your body on top of hers in a straddle position—ellie's body slightly shocked by the sudden contact. "Look at me" you said as she tried to look in any other direction, before obeying your words and looking up at you. "have you done this before?" you questioned her remaining eye contact, your softer now — somewhat soothing her firing anxiety. Ellie shook her head, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights. You chuckled, still soothing her cheeks with free hand — the other one caressing her thigh. "Have you thought about it?" You asked her bluntly, your voice just barely above a whisper as your faces were now closer than ever — lips Barry just brushing over eachother as ellie did nothing but whine in response. "use ur words baby . ." You responded, using your free hand to grab her jaw, forcing eye contact. "Yes" she stuttered through her response and you smirked, her breathe heavily filling the room already. "Tell me then . . . have you thought about?" You whispered again, eyes now on her lips.

"you . . I've thought about you" she blurted out, your eyes dragging up from her lips and onto hers. those words was all it took for you to pull her up, making her stand with you as you dragged her over to the living room and onto the couch. obediently, she sits down on the cushions as you tower over her — watching her fidget in her seat before you move to straddle her again. holding her chin with your hand, you pull her lips into yours aggressively — guiding her hands onto your waist. Ellie grips your sides as you slightly grind yourself against her — the small friction sending her into a trance. struggling to focus on your lips, distracted by her desperate attempts to feel you — you pull away from the kiss giving her a moment to breathe. "What do you want me to do?” you whisper, your breathe brushing her lips. Ellie whines and you grip her chin harder, "use your words . ." You add onto your words, causing her to whine again and choke out a response. "please . . touch me" she says softly — you smiling at her words.

pushing her down onto the couch, your mouth is on her lips again — even more aggressive then before, and Ellie wines as you make your way down her body. Dragging down her bottoms, you gently brush your hand over her boxers — ellies breath growing heavier with every touch. slowly enough to make her whine, you pull down hee boxers and push your hand up her body before dragging it back down. "

“You’re so pretty” You whisper, ellies eyes fluttering as her face grew red. "has anyone else ever seen you like this?" you questioned with your hand caressing her thigh again, your eyes watching it before you move them to look at her. ellie shakes her head before letting out a quiet "no", her response making you smile as you dragged your hand from her thigh onto her cunt, a moan escaping her lips in response to the sudden pleasure. Her desperation has you over the edge. She's a mess as you continue to rub her clit before bring your mouth down. your tongue gently moving up and down causes desperate 'pleases' to escape her mouth. Looking up at her with your head still between her legs, you move your down to her entrance. Without warning, you push two fingers into her cunt slowly — the suddenness causing a loud "fuck" to come out of her mouth.

"so perfect" you whine out, leaning down to latch your mouth into her clot — sucking onto it as you speed up your pace. fingers pumping in and out of her, ellies moans filled your ears — causing your own pleasure to form below. "f-feels so good. ." She whines out, her voice breaking as she attempts to hide her moans. Her words spark something within your body, making you increase your pace — the wetness between your mouth still sucking on her clit, and the juices spilling from ber cunt, causing you to moan into her. "I'm gonna-" she attempts to speak but cuts herself off with another loud moan.

"Not yet baby . . wanna hear you" you breathe out louder than before, removing your mouth for a slight moment to speak before pushing yourself back into her. she was an addiction, her sweet taste making it nearly impossible for you to stop. Tears spilled from ellies eyes as she attempted to obey your commands, grinding her hips into your face and fingers — she was entirely overwhelmed. "p-please, please let me cum.” She cries, her new tone causing you to smile to yourself.

Removing your mouth from her, your fingers still at a steady pace, you lean over her and use your free hand to grab her face harshly. "Say it again" you instructed her, her eyes still filled with tears as she practically yelled out her response. "Please- please mommy, please I need it.” Her words sending electricity throughout your body and you grow needy. With your own wet spot grown on your shorts, you remove your fingers from inside her causing her to whine loudly. Moving the fabric aside, you push your body onto hers. Careful not to waste time, you alone your clit with hers — holding her body down just enough for you to aggressively grind against her. The two of you moaning loud enough for whoever might be walking by the rooms to hear, shamelessly shes yelling your name as you fuck her ruthlessly. "it's . . Too much please, please y/n" she whimpered out, you aggressively pushing yourself down onto her harder, "take it baby . . you're doing so good. ." You responded, your tone sympathetic to her cries. ellie attempts to grind herself against you, desperate to put work in. "I need to cum, please let me cum, it- y-you f-feel so fucking good" she cries out louder than ever and you can feel your own release coming on with every grind against her soaking clit. "Cum with me baby . . . cum with mommy" you ordered in a husky tone, your voice alone being enough for her orgasm to come over her.

Before she could come down from her climax, you lifted yourself off of her — a string of your releases trailing off of your clit as you shifted your body down once again, pushing your mouth into her cum filled cunt. Ellie whimpered as you took her in, savouring her taste and sucking on her ever so slightly — being cautious of her sensitivity. Releasing your mouth from her body, you looked up at her — her hair a mess and her eyes still watery as she attempted to catch her breathe. You began kissing up her body until you reached her face, caressing her body up and down gently, she did the same with what strength she had left in her. "such a good girl" you whispered out, your eyes meeting her reddened face causing you to smile. "mmmm . ." You moaned into her lips as you pulled her in for a more gentle and passionate kiss.

"you did so good baby" you said barely moved away from her lips, "so so good" you added on, caressing her blushed face as her eyes — still dampened from her heavy tears, fluttered tiredly in response to your praises.

[kittycumdump]

Last night I went on a date, we had a nice night at dinner and and went to put put. We drank some drinks and started making out and touching while playing.

We went back to my place and were cuddling. I've currently got a back injury and he was aware so I was adamant I couldn't do much physically.

While cuddling and kissing he all of a sudden flipped me on my knees and pushed my head into the mattress and pulled down my panties.

I told him to stop and that it hurt my back and I didn't want to. He undid his pants, and kicked them off, grabbed a condom and then shoved his dick in me. Holding me down and banging my head into the head board.

He ignored my protests and kept fucking me like a beast in heat. He didn't care about my tears and cries and told me I looked so pretty like this. How wet I was and how much I wanted this.

He flipped me over on to my back and pulled me by my ankles down the bed and spread my legs and got between them. He grabbed my hands holding them and pushing them by my side while he forced himself inside my pussy again.

He fucked me hard and deep he wrapped my legs around his waist and his arms around my body. His head was right beside mine while he rutted in to me. He whispered in my ear how good of a girl I was getting so wet for him and how good I felt. Saying he was going to make me cum and then fill me.

I thought it was just dirty talk and I started to cum around his cock like a good little rape slut not that I had told him that.

He told me I was a good little slut cuming around his cock and he got harder and faster and I kept cuming around him. He was making gutteral primal sounds louder and louder.

My Roomate was home and came out of his room briefly hearing me being raped in my bed and not stopping it.

All of a sudden he whispered in my ear "I'm gonna cum" and he filled me and dropped on top of me. He kissed my forehead and pulled out and caressed my pussy saying I looked so good filled with his seed.

I looked down and noticed there was no condom and he had bred me. And deep down I loved being raped and bred by this strong dominant man and I could now bare his child.

I'll keep you updated if I am In fact successfully forcefully bred...

[auragasmics]

PANTY THIEF HINATA!

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ cw! college roomates, drabble + headcanon format, panty stealing, male masturbation, pillow humping, scent kink, oral (m -> f), p in v

PANTY THIEF HINATA!who began his perverted collection on a whim. It started off with a kind gesture, offering to clean your room while the stress of finals took its toll on your pretty mind.

Yet, once he tackled the pile of discarded clothing, his pure eyes were tainted by the holy sight. He picks up the lacy black thong, examining the foreign object with confusion. 

He couldn’t believe that something so thin and frail could fit along those luscious curves of yours. Curiosity got the best of him, inching the fabric towards his nose.

All it took was that sinful sniff, sending the pangs of arousal to force his cock away. His hand immediately palmed at his erection, his nose buried inside his fist. Was it even allowed for someone to smell this…intoxicating? He knew it was wrong but what was one missing pair to the abundance tucked away in your drawer?

PANTY THIEF HINATA! who absolutely died at your scent. It captivated him, bringing him back to that fateful day. He kept the same pair hidden beneath his pillow, stuffing his nose into the heaven he created.

However, as the rich scent of your essence reached its limit, Hinata knew he had to retrieve yet another pair, doing whatever he could to enter the private walls of your room.

One turned into two, two into four, and four into twelve. He prayed to all the gods you wouldn't notice, but he needed to have them at his disposal, swearing that his daily woes would be forgotten once your scent settled upon his senses. 

PANTY THIEF HINATA! who begs to accompany you during those panty sales he sees all over television. You had no clue as to what piqued his sudden interest but paid it no mind, writing it off as another one of Hinata’s mindless crazes.

You observed the man as he strolled around the store, picking certain pairs that appease his tastes. From silky hipsters, floral boyshorts, and racy thongs, Hinata collected all he could get his hands on, his imagination tinted with the lewd images of you wearing every. single. pair.

When he gets home, he’s already planning which pair to add to his collection. 

PANTY THIEF HINATA! who blushes with the prettiest pinks when he’s finally caught. Not to mention it’s in the most embarrassing position.

With the droplets of sweat adorning his hitching chest, he was hunched over a pillow he folded in half, his flushed cock snuggled between the plush mound. His hazel hues shoot wide apart at the sight of you, standing in the doorway of his room with folded arms and a tight lipped frown.

He could’ve gotten away with it, god could he, Yet bundled within his fist was his latest steal, the citrine hipster you purchased recently. He was prepared for the shouts, anger, and even a slap if it called for it.

What Hinata hadn’t prepared for was your initial reaction, a bubbly giggle of sorts. When you finally stood at his bedside with a single finger hooked around the loop of your jeans, Hinata knew his cards would be played in his favor. 

PANTY THIEF HINATA! who almost burst into tears, his face buried between the supple plush of your thighs. Hearing you offer yourself for his indulgence nearly had him drooling, watching as you stripped down to nothing.

Hell, sloppy wasn’t even the word to describe his excitement, his swollen lips trained to your clit, not giving himself a moment to breathe. With each flick of his tongue, he grinned at how the tender bud perked beneath his touch.

The whites of his eyes hid behind the lids of his eyes, Hinata’s poor mind ascending with every passing second. You whined at the sensation, having Hinata's tongue drag along the delicate sheets of your folds.

You knew of his attraction towards you, the innocent boy breaking into a fierce rouge whenever a smile curled onto lips. But with how he buried himself, the poor boy’s desperation wasn’t shy from apparent. 

PANTY THIEF HINATA! who knew his salacious acts would come to an end as his cock plunged into the warmth of your walls. He couldn’t dare to look away, studying every one of your moves. From straddling his lap, your nails digging crescent curves along the broads of his shoulders, even to seething at your entrance enticing the thickened head through.

Enveloping him in the viscid hold, he threw his head back, writhing himself into a pit of disbelief. Just before your hips could begin to rise, the pad of your thumb swept past his spit-ridden lips, leaving with a final word of advice.

“Next time you want me, Sho…just ask and I’m all yours.”

[kurokens]

In The Middle | Satosugu

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru & geto suguru

words: 798

pronouns: they/them

request: none

notes: probably an overused prompt but idc sue me, i needed to write one of my own. im a sucker for misunderstanding. i haven't written anything in such a long time, it's been a while im sorry, satosugu have been on my mind for a while, and i needed to write something with them because i love them so fucking much. it's gonna be a series, so hopefully i dont disappear after one part lol... later on it might be specific on some insecurities bc i need it and i thought well let's just share it with the world and other who might need it. sorry for any mistakes T-T

not proof read

song rec: SHE'S - In The Middle

genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slowburn, a little bit angsty, poly?

warnings: bad english not my first language, satosugu are in a loving relationship, misunderstanding, pinning, a lot of pinning on satosugu's end, reader is so oblivious (is that the right one?), insecure and self conscious reader

You've always told yourself you weren't the type to live with anyone, you liked your quiet and your peace. Alone in your little bubble, without a soul to disturb it. And yet, here you were awoken by your roomates lover quarrel in the room next door, for the hundredth time this week.

"Don't you love me anymore? Am I not enough for you?" a whiny voice whisper-screamed "Satoru, my love, it was a dream, it was all in your head." an exhausted voice replied

"So what?? It doesn't mean anything? Are my feelings not valid?" Gojo huffed.

"How are you so dramatic so early in the morning? Let's go back to sleep come here.", Geto carefully lifted the blanket so his boyfriend could go back exactly where he belonged, asleep and quiet in his arms.

Such occurences weren't new to you, you could even say there were your daily life, that's why you laughed hearing the bickering couple, and turned around in your bed to try and fall back asleep while their muffled voices could still be heard in the background. This was without counting on what part of their conversation your brain decided to pick up on next. "I dont know for how much longer I can do this Sugu.." Satoru sighed. "Me neither love, but there is nothing much we can do about it.They live with us." His black haired lover replied. "I know, ugh I know, but it's getting so much harder everyday. Seeing them is becoming unbearable. I can't stand it anymore, we need to do something." He went on. "Shh, I know, I feel the same. But we can't just drop this on them all of the sudden and expect it to go well." The oldest reasoned.

Your heart shattered on the other side of the wall, now sitting against the headboard, an unstoppable flow of tears falling down your face. You were a bother? You thought the three of you were friends, shit, scratch that, best friends. And yet, yet, this was how they felt about you. Fuck fuck FUCK You needed to calm down, it's okay, you're okay. It must have been a nightmare, yeah that's right, a nightmare. Your brain loved playing tricks on you, waking you up in the middle of the night with the most vivid and realistic nightmares ever, enough to send you into full blown meltdown. Nothing to worry about, it was just a nightmare, nothing else. That's what you told yourself and yet when you woke up you couldnt shake this weird feeling in your stomach. You contemplated staying in your bed all day and avoid your roomates but that would be silly to ignore them for something that was potentially just a dream. So you shook the silly feelings away and got out of your bed, made your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Your two roommates were already there, being lovey dovey in each others lap and the weird feeling made its way back into your stomach. "Hi there." You greeted tiredly, only to be met with an echo of short hms, and not even a nod to accompany the cold greeting. The lack of acknowledgment not helping with your already overthinking mind, you decided to take a quick breakfast and just leave them be. It could just be a coincidence, nothing to worry about haha, right? Or so you thought, because you were back in your room mindlessly scrolling through tik tok when you once again hear the muffled voices of your roommates. Your brain screamed at you to put your headphones on and drown out their conversation, but you couldn't get yourself to do it, and you decided to listen to them, to at least finally be able to know whether or not you dreamed what happened last night. And maybe you shouldn't have, but what else could you do now but listen to the cruel words of the ones you once considered your best friends. "Suguru, we need to do it soon. I can't even handle looking at them in the eyes anymore, let alone utter a word to them. We can't keep going like this." Satoru complained. "I know 'Toru, I know, but you need to understand it's not as easy as you think it is." You heard the black haired man answer. And it was enough for you, you needed to get out of there. You obviously were no longer welcomed here, and the sooner you left, the better it would be, for both parties. So inbetween tears you picked up a bag and threw some spare clothes and anything that you could think of in your frenzy state before you ran out of there, determined to never come back, at least not for a while.

here u gooo!! sorry i've been away for a while, i've been finding it hard to write and staying focused, but i missed it so much, especially for these two. i'll try not to take too long to write AT LEAST a second part, but would love to do more than this bc i want it to be extremely slown burn and a little bit angsty krkrkr

part 2 is here!!

[chastiefoul]

roomate hc with haitham and kaveh!! (except they spoil you rotten)

tags: fluff and more fluff as you dig deeper

a/n: i love this idea sm that i wanted to make it some kind of a series lmk your thoughts!! also not proofread!!

0.6k words! »

alhaitham waking up with the cutest bed hair as he went out from his room to sit on the living room, and you walked up to him to comb over it from behind as he sat in a daze blinking away the sleep although the comfort of your hand almost made him dozed off again.

lying down on kaveh’s lap or vice versa as you tell him about your day and he told his, somehow you both were always in the best mood so it could took hours, with all the laughing and giggles.

watching movies as you three cramped down on a couch with you in the middle. and somehow they always fell asleep mid-way instead on either side of you forcing you to sleep there as well since there’s no way you had the energy to move two grown ass man. but somehow the next morning you always found yourself waking up in your own room, tucked in with your blanket and all that.

playing with kaveh’s hair all the time; braiding it when he’s so focused on making his latest project, putting it on a pony tail as it often get in the way. sometimes he’ll even ask you to style it when he was getting ready to go out.

clothes. stealing. “(y/n), have you seen my white shirt anywhere?” alhaitham asked as he walked to your room, “yes, i’m wearing it right now!” you said. he just sighed, not even surprised in the slightest. yet he let you all the time. or sometimes it’s not even clothes anymore. you’d find your blanket you’ve been searching for with kaveh randomly. “you smell nice, okay?” he made an excuse. “this entire household uses the same detergent, kaveh.”

when you hover around the kitchen, in an attempt to make dinner and not long after both of them came and would offer help without any prompting whatsoever. the help was in fact an exchange for a peaceful time since alhaitham and kaveh would argue about the better method to do literally anything. you’d let out the most terrifying sigh, that’s somehow always audible to both of them  then went to stare them dead in the eye. “behave.” you narrowed our eyes. “yes (y/n).”

getting ready to go out at night for a quick trip to buy a snack and they would never let you a step out of the door alone. “i’m going out for a bit, okay?” you said as you put on a jacket. “sure.” “alright.” and then they got up from whatever they were doing as they grab their coat. “but i didn’t-“ kaveh didn’t let you finish as he grab your arm, pulling you out of the house as alhaitham locked the door behind him.

reading with alhaitham. though the contents of your books maybe very different you both just enjoyed the shared quiet time. sometimes one of you would prepare a coffee or tea for the other without even needing to ask. sometimes you’d lean on his side, to try to find a better reading position and he just welcome you as he chuckled a little at your restlessness.

you literally being the only one who gets a pass giving them an unprompted sudden hug just because you wanted to. alhaitham would knew that you’re up to no good by your mischievous smile. “what?” he asked in suspicion, and you just hugged him. alhaitham didn’t react strongly as he had expected this was one of many outcome from your actions. his blank expression broke into a the slightest smile as he gently pat your head. “there are better ways to ask for this, don’t you think?” he said with the softest tone you couldn’t help but melt. with kaveh he just returned the hug just as enthusiastically, practically squeezing you—although not to an extent that it would hurt. his hands would meet at your back, giving you back scratches and the most comfortable hug someone could give. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you could hear the smile as he said it. “mhhmm.” you hummed, as you closed your eyes.

[haddonfieldwhore]

bedsheets - ethan landry

nsfw // no spoilers 🔪 // pre ghostface attacks

warnings: nsfw, protected!sex, sub!ethan, sub!reader, friends to lovers, language, slight praise kink, it’s just fluffy as hell, not edited!!

soft ethan playlist 🎧

can be read as a part 2 to “tired” or on its own

you and ethan walked out of study hall together, after an especially boring lecture that had you almost asleep at your desk.

“that was the longest 2 hours of my life,” you sighed, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you shoved your textbook into it. “i think i’m gonna skip the afternoon today.”

“i could meet up with you later? i’ve still got english today, but i’ll be done at 3,” he offered. you grabbed his hand, dragging him in the opposite direction of his class, and he smiled as he followed behind you.

“or…,” you began. “you could skip your classes and just hang out with me now,” you suggested,

giving him your best puppy dog eyes. ethan knew he could never say no to you, and let you drag him to his dorm building.

the door closed behind you as ethan set his bag down on the floor, and you followed him to the living room area of his dorm.

“hey man,” you heard his roomate, chad call out to ethan from the other room.

“hey. we have a guest so i hope you’re decent,” he laughed.

“yeah i’m good, dude.” chad said walking out of his room, indeed fully dressed. “hey,” he greeted you, and you smiled in return.

“don’t you have class right now?” chad asked ethan, who was grabbing each of you a drink from the mini fridge in the tiny kitchen area.

“yeah.. i was gonna go, but this one’s a bad influence, they convinced me not to go.” ethan gestured to you, and you playfully raised your hands in surrender.

“well, i’m on my way out, so the place is yours,” chad explained, winking at ethan behind your back, and the he pushed his shoulder in return. you sat down on the couch and waved goodbye to chad as he slid his letterman jacket on and walked out the door. ethan sat next to you, turning on the tv.

“movie?” he suggested, and you nodded.

“you pick- i’m cool with whatever,” you replied, and ethan flipped through a stack of dvds before picking one and putting it in the player. the menu screen for “i know what you did last summer” popped up and ethan pressed play. you weren’t honestly too interested in the movie, just happy to not be in class. ethan and you had both seen the movie before, so you didn’t think he’d mind talking over it.

“where was chad going?” you asked.

“to hang out with tara i think,”

“do you think he’s ever gonna make a move on her?” it was obvious to everyone that chad and tara were into eachother, except for chad and tara themselves. ethan laughed, a smile spreading across his face as he thought of his friends.

“maybe. i can’t believe neither of them see how into eachother they are,” he admitted. “i think i’d figure it out if one of my friends had a thing for me.” you hoped ethan couldn’t see the blush on your face as you thought you were going to sink into the floor. you and ethan were best friends, and had always been incredibly close. it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to fall asleep in each others arms after a movie on the couch, or for you to sit in his lap at sam and tara’s when there wasn’t enough chairs for everyone. and you were perfectly content with it never being anymore than that, since you thought that’s what ethan wanted.

“yeah…” you replied, trying to focus back on the movie, but all you could think of was how close you and ethan were. his leg was just inches from brushing against yours, his arm over the back of the couch. it would be almost too easy to curl into his side, to rest your head in his chest and listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart like you had what felt like a thousand times before. so why was it any different now? why did you have to complicate things all of the sudden?

“you okay?” he asked, leaning closer to look at you, and you tried to avoid looking into his pretty brown eyes.

“just…. tired,” you whispered, not even sounding convincing to yourself, as you looked down at your lap.

“you know i can tell when you’re lying right?” he asked softly, and you looked back up at him, your noses almost touching.

“eeth-“

“can i kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. you tried to reply, but couldn’t form words, nodding instead. ethan leaned forward, closing the gap between you and gently pressing his lips to yours. “come here,” he whispered, taking a hold of your arm and pulling you onto his lap, straddling him as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him.

“please-“ he cut you off by kissing you again, his lips so soft as they moved with yours. your fingers clung to the fabric of the front of his t-shirt, before sliding over his clavicle and up the sides of his neck, and he let out a whine underneath you. ethan’s arms tightened around your waist, moving you against his lap slightly, and you moaned softly into his mouth. his hands slid up the back of your shirt slightly before he stopped, separating his lips from yours.

“is this okay?” he asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“yes, this is more than okay,” you assured him, connecting your lips again. his warm hands still sent shivers up your back as they slid underneath your shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they moved higher. your hand moved up the sides of ethan’s neck and twisted into his chocolate brown curls, tugging slightly.

“hmm..fuck,” ethan whimpered, and you bit his bottom lip gently, causing him to moan loudly. his hands slid down your sides to grip your hips, moving you to grind slightly against him. “can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

“i’m sorry….do you want me to help you with that?” you teased, moving your hand down to palm his hardening length through the fabric of his jeans. his head fell back against the soft couch, exposing his neck. his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and you leaned forward to gently nip at soft skin below his jaw.

“i need you,” ethan moaned as you left hickeys up his throat, and he shuddered underneath you as you found his sweet spot. “fuck-“

“you can have me,” you assured him, and he lifted his head to look at you, his gaze soft as he brought his hand up to hold your chin lightly, his thumb tracing over your lips. you opened your mouth and let him slide his thumb past your lips, sucking on it slightly, and he involuntarily bucked his hips upwards slightly in response.

“do you….do you want to go to the bedroom? or stay here?” he asked, quickly loosing his composure as you continued to move yourself against him.

“bedroom?” you said, but you honestly didn’t care; you just wanted him, it didn’t matter where. lifting you slightly as you stood, ethan leaned down to kiss you now that you were both standing. his hands still on your hips, he guided you towards his room, his lips never leaving yours as you tried not to fall while walking backwards through the doorway.

ethan gently laid you down on the bed, grabbing something from his dresser drawer before crawling on top of you and gently kissing your forehead. his fingers traced your face from your temple down to your chin, and he tilted your lips upwards to meet his again. you arched your back, lifting your hips to meet his and he moaned, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth. your hands slid under his shirt, silently requesting it be removed and he got the hint, pulling away and sitting up slightly to pull it over his head, messing up his hair slightly in the process. you took the opportunity to undo his belt buckle, before his fingers found yours and took over, removing the belt completely.

“can i..?” he asked, waiting for your permission as his hands found the hem of your shirt. you nodded, and lifted yourself upwards to make it easier to remove. removing your remaining articles of clothing, you were both naked in front of each other for the first time, but there wasn’t any time for feeling self conscious or nervous as ethan kissed you again, and your hands traveled down to stroke his length gently. he moaned into the kiss, before burying his face in the crook of your neck as you began to move your hand back and forth. he whimpered as you ran your thumb gently over the tip, and he pressed sloppy, wet kisses to your neck.

“you sound so pretty, baby.” you cooed in his ear, and he bucked his hips into your hand at your voice.

“please…god you look good like this- underneath me,” he mused, and you smiled. “slow down,” he instructed, his fingers wrapped around your wrist to stop your movements. “i wanna be inside you.” you nodded, and he grabbed a small packet from next to him on the bed, opening it and letting you help him slide the rubber onto himself.

“ethan-“ you moaned, as you felt him position himself at your entrance.

“are you sure?” he asked, and pushed himself into you after hearing you reply yes. you both moaned as the feeling of his movements sent shockwaves through your bodies. he waited while you adjusted, pressing his forehead to yours until you gave him the okay to move. starting off with slow thrusts, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to yours again. he began to quicken his pace and you tugged harshly at his curls in response.

“do that again-“ he inhaled sharply as you obliged, pulling his hair as he thrusted harder into you. “fuck, you feel so good,” he whined. “i’m gonna flip us over, okay baby?” you nodded, and ethan rolled over, now sitting on the bed with you in his lap, your legs around his waist, allowing him to reach even deeper inside you than before. your eyes rolled back in your head and he held you close, his large hands roaming your back.

“ethan… fuck-“ you had trouble forming words, you eyes glossy as you and ethan looked at eachother. he rested his forehead against yours again as he thrusted upwards into you, his rhythm becoming sloppier as he neared his peak.

“you’re being so good for me,” ethan whispered, and you rolled your hips against his, causing him to swear under his breath.

“i’m so close, e,” you whimpered, so near to the edge that you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on. “tell me i’m yours.”

“your mine,” ethan almost growled, and his movements stuttered as you tumbled over the edge, contracting around his length as he frantically slammed into you.

“fuck, i’m never gonna get over you,” he whimpered in your ear, the feeling of him inside you getting to be too much.

“come on, baby, i wanna hear you when you come,” you pleaded, tugging on his hair harder than before, and he moaned loudly, shaking as he finished inside you, his warmth spilling into the condom as you moved your hips to coax him through it. you were beginning to feel a little overstimulated, and tears began to form in your eyes as he slowed his hips before stopping his movements completely. collapsing gently on the bed, ethan carefully pulled out of you, removing the condom and disposing of it before getting a warm cloth from the bathroom to clean you up.

you lay in bed next to him, his eyes closed as he lay facing you, his curls messy and damp with sweat as you gently brushed them off his forehead with your fingers. his eyes were closed, a light blush in his cheeks and a soft smile on his lips. his brown eyes opened slightly, and his hand reached up to gently caress your cheek. you leaned forward to kiss him and his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“we should’ve done that a long time ago,” you admitted, your fingers crawling up his skin to gently trace the shape of the dark purple hickeys you’d left on his neck and collarbones.

“yeah- we should’ve. but we can do it a lot more times,” he said, laughing lightly, his voice deep with drowsiness. “i like you here like this. in my bed.”

“i like being here; with you,” you replied, relaxing into ethan’s embrace and closing your eyes. with a final kiss to your forehead, you drifted off to sleep, and ethan followed shortly after, safe and warm in each others arms, where you belonged.

[redamoureux]

hi!! could u write yandere scout <3 prompt is all yours 🫶 love u

╰﹒RED FACED LOSER!

Yandere Red/Blu Scout headcanons/short

↳ content warning: yandere themes, some fluffs? obsessive behaviour, posessive behaviour, implied invasion of privacy and cloth stealing, implied future forced relationship, ooc?, not proofread

↳ genre: romantic

↳ a/n: Hi! Sorry this took pretty long, didn't have much time and motivation to write so i wss just able to write it just and it's sorta crappy :")

It was long ago, Jeremy first met you when he was on yet another run from his brothers and wasn't paying attention where he was going, causing him to bump into you and throwing the both of you onto the ground.

He'd hastily help you up and picking all the things you had dropped and hurriedly saying sorry before running off. You could only gawk slightly before snapping out of it and continuing with your day.

After weeks, you had almost completely forgotten about the encounter until the day you finally met your roomate. And it was that boy again! He seem also surprised meeting you aswell making your first introduction bit awkward but eventually you both melt into a good long conversation. You two quickly became good friends and you'd often help him with his assigments he couldn't do. At times he'd get bit embarassed and tried to repay you with a box of pizza in return.

When you're working on some project, he'd be a little stubborn and try to persuade you to join him instead for the evening to go hang with his other friends, though you'd often decline.

Sometimes he'd also borrow your jacket with the excuse his is on the laundry. Or even using some of your stationary and more often than not even forgets to give it back, so you'd always have to remind him.

Though once you lost your jacket, jeremy was quick to give you the biggest puppy eyes he could do and convice you that you'd probably forgotten it somewhere when you just asked if he knew where it is-

Jeremy would definitely take you on various 'hangouts' (it's really is a date but he's too embarassed and bit shy to tell you at the time) like watching a drive in romantic movie or trying to share the same milkshake with you. He'd even put his arm around your shoulder, you didn't think much of it, but his heart is thumping real hard.

As time went on however, you notice he was slowing stopping and skipping his classes. It was abit subtle at first, telling you that he was simply feeling unwell. Though overtime, he began skipping whole one, two and so on. Soon you'd hear several rumors from other students that he'd drop out. You feel a little saddend, his disapperance was so sudden! And when you returned back to your dorm, most of his stuffs were missing, save for the few insignificant things here and there. You were baffled and wished he could've said a goodbye but you finally accepted it and went to try moving on. Mysteriously though, some of your belongings seem to be gone too, and you can seem to find them anywhere.

Years passed and today you're going to finally start your first day of your job. You felt little nervous as you walk down the hall. after all you are still quite unexperienced. And hearing about the guys you're going to be working with from your contractor doesn't make it any much better. They said some of them were rude, easily hostile and even insane. Or dumb. You tried reassure yourself, it couldn't possibly be that bad. Your contractor is probably just exaggerating bit too much, you thought as you open the door.

Seconds after that you heard an audible gasp and fast footsteps, before you know it, hands yanked you closer to the person's body and giving you the tighest hug ever. "Ohh babe! I thought i'd never see you again!" Said the man- and you instantlu regonized that voice. Even after years, his voice still hasn't changed much. You pulled back a little, flabbergasted. "Jeremy??" You questioned. He finally let go of you saying, "Hm? Yeah sweetheart? Ohh don't say you'd almost forgotten me there!" He exclaimed as if he had not just suddenly disappeared years and just went back from playing the arcade he usually hang out in. "What are you doing here?-"

"Ttthat's a question i should be asking, Why are you here? Didn't you finally got your dream job? But anyway, i'm just happy that you're here!" He replied. You let out a sad sigh at that, "well yea-i mean no.. it's pretty complicated."

"Hey hey don't be upset. Sorry, i really didn't mean to ruin the mood. So listen, how 'bout we get some milkshakes huh? I'll pay for the both of us!" Jeremy declared. You thought for a second. "That.. would be great. Thanks jeremy." "Just call me scout, sweetie. That name is for the old me." He half joked. After all, his old self is just so stupid and childish for letting you go and even upsetting you for not even saying a goodbye or even able to confess before leaving. Well, don't worry now. He's new now. He would finally confess his habored feelings and he'll never be stupid enough again to ever say goodbye, ever.

REBLOGS/ FEEDBACK/ COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!

@redamoureux

[thealtoduck]

Being a student at Xavier’s school and unlocking your second mutation…

X Men x Male Reader

Warnings: Superhero violence…

Part 1: Being a mutant and joining Xavier’s school…

Summary: While on a mission you accidentally unlock another power…

(A/n: Sorry if it’s short i didn’t know what to add…)

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It happened while on a mission…

You hadn’t been on many missions much less one this dangerous before but the team had needed as much manpower as they could get. Magneto and his brotherhood were at it again. And you and the others needed to try stop them.

You ran over the battlefield, rubble was sprawled everywhere. One of Magneto’s goons ran towards you readying herself for attack, you immediately used your telepathy to give her a psionic blast causing her to fall to the ground holding her head as she twisted and turned in pain.

You ran past her and continued looking for your fellow team mates. You then saw Jean, Ororo and Scott fighting together against Magneto. You knew you couldn’t be much help to them as Magneto’s helmet protected him from telepathic power.

You continued running trying to get past them to find the others but all of a sudden Scott shot an optic blast at Magneto hitting his arm, making him fling an explosive he was carrying with his powers right towards you.

”Y/N” Ororo yelled making you turn to see the explosive flying towards you. You could do nothing but brace for impact. You closed your eyes and felt a blast against your chest. Then nothing.

Were you dead now…? If this was dying it didn’t hurt as you had thought. But wait how could you still think?… were you still alive?…

You opened your eyes seeing a cloud of dust and smoke surrounding you. Once it cleared you saw Jean, Ororo and Scott were staring at you. Even Magneto was looking your way, curious of what mutant he had accidentally almost killed.

You looked around confused how in hell had you survived that. Then you caught a glimpse of your hands and you almost screamed. ”What the-!” you said. Your hands were crystalline, like glass or diamond.

The explosive had made a big hole in your costume revealing your crytalized skin, your whole body had become like this.

”Amazing” Magneto muttred under his breath. Ororo used his current fasination with you to shoot lightning at him taking him down.

Once you had won the battle you went back to the X mansion, where they immediately rushed to figure out what had happened to you. After several scans the professor eventually uttred an astonished ”Amazing”.

”What?” you questioned. ”You seem to have developed a second mutation Y/n” he explained. Jean followed up saying ”Your body seems to have become a sort of organic diamond, which protected you from the explosive blast”.

”Is there anyway to turn it off?” you asked them. ”Try it” Jean urged. You did as told and suddenly you were back to your regular self. You then focused and made only your hands turn diamond. ”This is so cool” you said to yourself.

You immediately went to find Peter your roomate and closest friend at the school to show him your new powers. He then pointed out the irony that the two people who could shapeshift in to different materials at the school were also roomates.

[atierrorian]

| LOL, yeah I did | A.T

PARING: Ace Trappola

˗ˏˋ Context ´ˎ˗ — Ace gets in trouble and suspects YOU told the housewarden, so he confronts you through texting and much more.

˗ˏˋGENRE ´ˎ˗ — Romance/platonic

˗ˏˋCW ´ˎ˗ — swearing.

˗ˏˋNOTES ´ˎ˗ — I wanted to post something but didn't know what, so enjoy whatever this is.

You chuckled after sending the text message to Ace. Of course you fucking told Riddle, he deserves his neck getting taken away from him after what he did last week.

"Deserved you little fucker." You thought as you turned off your phone. Setting device on the bedside table, you were about to do your assignments until you heard a knock on the door.

"Huh? Who could that be?" You opted to ignore it thinking it was just a random student or Floyd looking for trouble. But it suddenly got louder and louder, and DAMN you could not focus with the continuous banging on the door.

You were now irritated. You groaned, not wanting to get up from the chair but what choice do you have? It's either you open the door and answer whoever it is or deal with it. And you did not like doing the latter especially since you were cramming.

"ALRIGHT ALREADY!" You screamed, rolling your eyes you got up from the chair and went to the front door. You grumbled, clearly annoyed underneath your breath as you turned the knob.

And just as you were about to tell them off, you were suddenly cut off.

"Let me roomate with you just for today." Ace motherfucking Trappola was at your door, and the iconic heart-shaped collar surrounded his neck.

You raised one of your brow at the sudden demand.

"Alright, and give me one good reason why I should let you sleep in MY dorm??"

"Because housewarden is pissed at me obviously, and I'm trying to escape him right now."

"And what makes you think I'll agree to that?" Ace looked pouted, then smirk when he realized something. And you never liked that look on his face.

"Because I know what you did, duh, and it's only fair if you let me bunk in with you."

"No."

It was simple as that, you were about to shut the door on his face until he suddenly pushed himself through and entered without your permission.

"Huh???" You were confused and were about to refute. Ace simply looked back at you, smirking and told you something that made you shut up.

"Do you remember two days ago when you accidentally let the hedgehogs run wild and housewarden was legit pissed and wanted to know who did it but I covered for you?"

Of course you remembered, it was embarrassing considering you only wanted to play with only one and well one thing led to another and that incident happened.

You hesitantly nodded, knowing where this is going to end.

He sat down on the couch dramatically, crossing his legs. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in between.

"And I still have the footage, I'll simply show it to housewarden so we'll BOTH be collared."

"You little-"

"So how about it [Name]? The choice is all yours~" He smirked to himself, clearly proud of himself for putting you in this situation. And he'll certainly enjoy watching the dilemma run on your face as you decide your fate.

And it didn't take that long for you to reply.

"Fine! You got me, but only for ONE night you got it?"

"Nah, I say three."

"Two."

"Sure"

You sighed, disappointed at yourself whilst Ace is celebrating his victory.

[babiesdreams]

Advent Calendar

Day 15 : Han Jisung. +18

Content Warning: Kinda public.

Your heart stops when a sound leaves your lips. His hand covers your mouth, applying a significant amount of strength. "Be quiet damn it" He whispers in between heavy breaths. You know he must be close, after giving him head for a while. You roll your eyes out of pleasure, his thrusts getting rougher and rougher. The sounds of his agitated breath and your muffled sounds soonly mix with the ones your skin makes when he thrusts into you.

"Fuck" He whispers while he cums inside of you. His hand leaves your mouth to fix his own hair. You both keep breathing deeply for a while. You try to reach his face with your hands and kiss him, but he doesn't let you. His fingers run through your folds, spreading your wetness. "You still want more don't you?" He asks, you look at him with a needy look and nod. He turns your body with one gesture. Your face stuffed on the pillow.

His face rests behind you, his hands force you to sit on his face. The way his tongue starts moving along your folds force you to bite the pillow to keep quiet. Though his hands are holding your thighs, you can't control your hips from making circles, fucking yourself with his tongue. Two fingers enter your wetness, the sound shoots embarrassment through your body.

His mouth strarts sucking your clt in, waves of pleasure invade your soul. He keeps going, even when your orgasm makes your whole body shake. His hands are still firmly holding your thighs, keeping you in place. The only way you can move is sitting up, which you do, unsure that you'll be able to stay quiet, though the thought of getting caught by his roomate is no longer a concern for you.

You try to speak, but he takes his fingers off your entrance and puts them into your mouth. "Taste yourself" He whispers, the hot air carressing your overworked clit. You pass your tongue through his fingers, licking them clean. "That's how desperation tastes like" He mutters before biting your inner thigh. You are able to bite your lip before letting a scream out.

The pain from the bite mixes with the pleasure of his tongue strocking over it. He bites your other thigh, fingers returning to your pussy. Then he places his tongue ove your clit, your hips twitch at the sudden feeling. He slowly moves it up and down, around it, in your wettness, along with his fingers. Teasing, playing with you.

There's a feeling of pride stopping you from moving and satisfy yourself, but as minutes pass by, it goes away. You lean forward, hands on the matress, he smiles, you can feel it against your skin. His tongue is firmly standing still, you move slowly in circles, getting new waves of pleasure with every move. His fingers curl, reaching your g spot.

It all mixes up in a rather messy orgasm. As much as you would've liked it to be a silent one, there were moans you couldn't quite stop from coming out. He sits up, right behind you, and reaches forward, hugging your figure with his. His erection hits your butt cheeks. His fingers distribute your fluids, wettening your butthole. "You want to.." He can't even finish before you nod effusively.

His tip rubs against your butt. Your fluids make it easy for it to enter, his hardness follows until his balls deep inside of you. His hand had covered your mouth, preventing your sounds to escape. As your walls expand, welcoming his length, a slight pain sensation drives through your spine. He stays like that for a couple of seconds, allowing you to get used, but you're so desperate that you start thrusting against his dick.

He seems to enjoy the view of a needy whore like you, since he doesn't move an inch. You fuck yourself faster until you reach your high, once again and can't keep moving. He holds you still and continue thrusting with a firm and rough pace. You're being loud, although his hand is on your mouth. He pulls out of you and turns your rbody so you're facing him again. "Open" He orders tapping your mouth. You open widely, welcoming his hot cum. You swallow it and smile at him. His lips trap you in a heated and messy kiss.

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[7ndipity]

Make an Effort

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: When you ask Joon to be your fake boyfriend, he ends up finding out about your very real crush on him. Luckily for you, the feeling’s mutual.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, lil suggestive, not proofread(when are they ever tho?)

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

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You and Namjoon had the kind of friendship where you’d known each other long enough that you could ask each other to do pretty much anything and you would more than likely agree. Shoulder to cry on? You’re there. Hide a body? You’ll at least consider it.

And yet, it still managed to catch Joon off guard when you came bolting over to him in the middle of the party you were both attending and latched onto his arm.

“I need you to be my boyfriend for ten minutes.” You said frantically.

“What?!” He spluttered, nearly choking on his drink.

“One of my old roomates from university is here with her husband and I fucked up and told them I had a boyfriend and now they want to meet him!” You explained quickly.

“Why would you tell them that?!” He gaped at you.

“Because I’m a fucking idiot who should not be allowed to speak after drinking tequila, now will you please help me?!” You begged.

He hesitated for a brief moment before nodding. “Fine, ten minutes.”

“Thank youuu!!” You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling him along behind you through the crowd, oblivious to the sudden flush of crimson that was coloring Joons face due to your actions. He managed to compose himself though before you reached the table where your friend was sitting with a few other people.

“Guys, you remember Namjoon, right?” You said lightly, still holding onto his hand tightly.

There was a brief flurry of greetings as Joon smiled and nodded politely, slightly relieved that he did in fact remember your friend from the early days of your friendship.

You all talked comfortably for a few minutes, Joon finding it slightly too easy to slip into the role of pretend boyfriend, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his. He couldn’t help but wonder if this would be how it felt if he actually had the nerve to confess and tell you how he felt about you.

Too soon though, the moment came to an end as you released your hold on him to go get you both more drinks.

“So, how long have you and Y/n been together?” Your friend asked, trying to make small talk.

“Not long. It’s uh, still pretty new.” He said somewhat awkwardly, glancing towards where you’d disappeared.

“You make a really cute couple.” She said. “It’s nice to see that you two got together, especially considering how Y/n used to have the biggest crush on you back in university.”

“What?” His full attention flicked back to her, suddenly very interested in this conversation. You liked him?! This was brand new information to him.

“They didn’t tell you?” She asked, surprised. “I figured that’s how you got together.”

“No, I mean I knew,” He lied quickly. “I just didn’t realize it was common knowledge.”

“Oh, it wasn’t.” She laughed, understanding. “They never actually told me, but it was pretty obvious, you know? Like, I remember when you started dating some one girl during our senior year, they wouldn’t leave the house for like a week.”

He remembered you avoiding him for a week, but you’d told him it was because you had the flu and didn’t want him to catch it.

Was that the real reason? And if so, why hadn’t you said anything?

He knew the likely answer though before he’d even finished the thought, because it was the same reason why he’d never said anything about his own feelings; you hadn’t wanted to fuck up your friendship in the event that the other person didn’t feel the same way.

The fear of potentially losing one of the most important people in his life had been more than enough to keep him from vocalizing his feelings for this long, he could imagine how it must’ve felt for you.

But now that he knew you did feel the same(or at least used to, but he was hoping it was still true), the question was how to proceed with this information.

He supposed he could just ask you point blank, but knowing you, you would likely bristle and deny it in an attempt to avoid the potential embarrassment or rejection. Something more subtle would be the better route.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by you returning with the drinks.

“What’s got you so smiley?” You asked, noticing his odd expression.

“Just hearing funny stories about you.” He said lightly, a plan beginning to form in his head as he spoke.

“Nothing too compromising, I hope.” You said, only half joking.

“Nah, just interesting.” He said, changing the subject. “Hey, You wanna grab breakfast together tomorrow?”

You looked up in surprise. “I guess. What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, just thought it’d be fun.” He replied with a shrug.

“Okay, sure.” You nodded.

“Cool, It’s a date.” He said, biting back a grin as he caught the way your eyes flickered to him at his choice in phrasing, but said nothing.

He managed to surprise you again the next morning when you opened the front door to find him waiting with a bouquet of pink carnations.

“Morning.” He said brightly.

“What are those?” You asked, ignoring his greeting, distracted by the flowers.

“They’re for you.” He said, as if it was obvious.

“Why?” You asked, brow furrowing in confusion.

“I saw them on the way over and remembered you saying that they were one of your favorites, so I thought you’d like some.” He said, offering you the bouquet.

Hesitantly, you took them, still eyeing him curiously. “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled. “Now, breakfast?”

The rest of the morning passed fairly normally, though it didn’t pass your notice that Namjoon seemed to be extra attentive towards you, opening doors and pulling your chair out for you. He also refused to let you pay, even though it was technically your turn.

“I’m the one that asked you out, I should be the one to pay.” He said, quickly swiping his card.

“Don’t say it like that,” You said with an awkward laugh. “It makes it sound like we’re on a date.”

“I mean, I was your fake boyfriend last night.” He said with a smirk, making you flush slightly.

You didn’t say anything more about his behavior until later as he was walking you to your door.

“Did something happen?” You asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“You’re being like, really nice today.” You said, making him laugh.

“Am I not allowed to be nice to you?” He asked.

“No, you are,” You said. “I was just wondering what the reason was.”

“I just felt like it, is that okay?”

“I guess so.” You shrugged. “I’m just not used to having someone put this much effort into a ‘date’.”

“Well, I’m gonna have to change that.” He grinned, trying to quell the thrill in his chest at your referring to the outing as a date.

For the next week, his odd behavior continued, taking you on outings to the park or to dinner, buying you little gifts, texting you good morning every day, he’d even got you both little lego models to build together while you hung out at his place.

“Babe, can you pass me that piece?” He asked distractedly, the simple petname being the thing that finally made you snap, freezing for a moment as you stared at him.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked abruptly.

He glanced up in confusion. “Doing what?”

THIS!” You gestured. “The dates, the gifts, the ‘babe’? Why are you acting like there’s something between us all of a sudden? Why are you trying to get my hopes up when I know nothing will-”

Your words were silenced by his lips suddenly on yours, soft but insistent, as his hands came up to gently cradle your face. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled away, cautiously meeting your wide-eyed stare.

“Because I want there to be something between us.” He confessed. “I want you to get your hopes up. I want you to know what it feels like to have someone make an effort to show their love for you, because I do. I love you, Y/n.”

For several long seconds, you stared at him in shock, before suddenly tackling him, knocking him back against the sofa as you reconnected your lips with his.

“I love you too.” You managed to mumble in between kisses, earning a muffled chuckle from him as he returned your enthusiasm, hands fumbling to find purchase to pull you even closer, winding one arm around your waist while the other hand came up to rest on the back of your neck.

Eventually, you had to pull back for air, staring at each other with hooded eyes.

“So, does this mean I get to be your real boyfriend this time?” He joked, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

You let out a shaky laugh, already leaning back in. “Honey, you can be whatever you want.”

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[littlemissthunderstorms]

HIII I LOVE UR FANFICS SO MUCHHH

i need more fetus alex plz im begging maybe one where they go to school together and they go together to the bathroom and fuck 😊😊

HELLOOO thank you so much!!💓

college student reader x college student (2006) alex!! smut smut smut enjoooooyyy

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“the process of reporting on one’s own conscious mental experiences,” you read from the flimsy flashcard in your hand, staring at alex from the other side of the table.

“indivi- i mean, um, introspection,” he muttered. you gave him a little nod of approval, followed by a yawn. he linked his leg around yours from under the table, flashing you a sweet smile. “tired?”

you shook your head. “not really. just, tired of this but i like helping you study, s’ alright.” alex took the stack of flashcards from your hand and tied a rubber band around them, tossing the deck in his bag. “i aswell am tired of this.” the boy smirked

you blushed a bit from his subtle flirtation, even if it only peeked through in his pearly smirk. “yeah?” you replied. “yeah.” he muttered, almost a whisper, almost as if he wasn’t really thinking about anything in particular besides you in this moment. you rested your face in your hand, tilting your head, maintaining his gaze as your hand crept along his thigh under the table. your movements were slow, tentative. you’d inch up the denim a bit, and then move back to his knee, slowly, like a sweet act of affection, but every time your delicate fingers would trail back up his thigh, they’d travel a little higher each time.

alex gulped a bit, feeling his face flush as his jeans got a little too tight. he grabbed your hand from under the desk, intertwining his fingers in yours. “wanna get out of here?”

a sudden sense of need and urgency overwhelmed you both as you stepped out of the library. “we could go to my dorm,” you suggested, unsure. the moment felt like a whirlwind. it would take a while to get back to the dorms and besides, you weren’t completely sure your roomate wasn’t home. alex sensed the iffy-ness in your tone, looking down the hallway. “or, there’s a bathroom right down there.”

you bit your lip. it was risky, sure, but it wasn’t like a normal public bathroom. the library bathrooms were much more secluded, like family bathrooms so nevertheless, you agreed.

5 minutes later and backpacks were slung to the floor, messy kisses were exchanged, and urgency and lust overwhelmed you both as you ran your hands through his short hair, pressing him against the door with your body. alex’s muffled groans and whimpers only motivated you more, your hand fumbling with the buttons of his jeans as the other slid underneath his polo shirt, palm splayed against the warm skin of his lower stomach.

“ah fuck,” he whispered, a hand tangled in your hair whilst the other pulled you in by your waist. “been thinkin bout you all day, fuck you’re so pretty,” alex rambled. you smiled, huffing against his lips. “help me get my jeans off, yeah? i’ll help ya with yours,” you ordered.

“whatever you say.” he scrambled to shuffle your jeans down your thighs, leaving you in your underwear. once you’d done the same he was left in his boxers. not wasting anymore time, he pulled his cock out of the elastic waistband, moving your panties to the side and aligning his tip with your entrance.

you whined quietly, watching as a strand of your arousal stuck to him when he playfully pulled his tip back. you hit his chest, impatient. “cmon, be good.” he chuckled a bit, his jaw hanging slack when he finally complied and slid his cock in, filling you up in a way that elicited pathetic little gasps from your lips as you clawed at his shoulders.

alex grabbed your hips, redirecting you so that you could lean against the counter. he ducked his head down, burying his nose into your neck as he started fucking you. you held him tight, one hand grasping his short hair as the other rested under his shirt, softly clawing his back when his pace got quicker.

“thas’ it, oh, fuck pretty girl,” he rambled into your ear, his hand brushing the hair out of the side of your face. you moan at his words. when you first met him, he was awkward and shy, fiddling with his pen, not even being able to look at you properly when he spoke without getting flustered. and now? now he’s fucking you in a campus bathroom, petting your hair and cooing dirty little praises in your ear.

you were sopping for him, obscene noises echoing through the small bathroom whenever he moved his hips. you hoped to god no one happened to be passing by, your moans would give you away instantly. the way his cock stroked your walls so sweetly, stretching you out and nudging against that spongey spot that made you feel so fluttery, just to pull put and slam back in over and over and over and fuck. you were practically screaming his name at this point.

getting close, you grabbed his face, all sweaty and flushed, much like when you’d watch him play at his shows under the hot fluorescent stage lights. with one hand bunching the fabric of his collar and the other holding his cheek, you pulled him in for a messy, needy kiss. he moaned into your mouth, his tongue immediately sliding against yours in a way that made the butterflies in your abdomen swirl and flutter. you kissed him desperately, his pace stuttering and getting harder and faster- you could tell he was almost there too.

his hands snaked up and under your shirt, grasping at your soft skin and tracing up your sides. you wrapped a leg around his waist, his cock even deeper at the new angle, and just like that, you were gone. your eyes rolled back as you moaned and gasped into his mouth, clenching his cock and pulling him over with you. he gasped and gripped your waist. your back arched as you lay back onto the counter, his hot release filling you up even more.

as you both started to come down from the intense highs, his hips began to slow and he pulled out. you lay there on the cool countertop, trying to catch your breath. alex smiled, leaning down and kissing you softly, still panting a bit himself. a few moments later, you felt his release running out of you. you decided to deal with that mess later and pulled your jeans and underwear up, alex getting dressed as well.

you gave him a little peck on the cheek and turned to look in the mirror at yourselves. “shit,” you chuckled. he laughed a bit too. your hair was all mussed, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, much like alex, his hair all spiky and sticking up. “well don’t we look good,” he snickered, moving to fix your hair, brushing the tangles out with his fingers. you smiled at the kind gesture.

“you look absolutely gorgeous my love,” he cooed, kissing you sweetly. you wrapped your arms around him. “so do you. i love you.”

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[forlovvers]

( under my umbrella )

pair: soobin x gn!reader | genre: fluff, meet-cute (kinda) ! | warning(s): heavy rain? | synopsis: in which a kind stranger shares his umbrella with you.

lynne’s note🗒️: this was way longer than intended

your class had just gotten out. your acquaintances rushing out of the lecture room to make haste to their part-time jobs, or blind dates, or just to plainly fall asleep in their uncomfortable dorm bed.

stuffing your notes into your bag, you stumble outside with the crowd, but are instantly stopped behind someone else and you mutter a small “sorry,” to which you think they probably don’t hear it. you’re pushed against somebody’s back and somebody’s pushed against your back, it feels like being stuffed on the early morning train all over again.

you raise your head to see what’s all the fuss about and just outside the awning of the building, there’s pounds and pounds of rain. it’s coming down heavy and students are opening umbrellas, using their backpacks as shields or simply running at the speed of light to the next nearby shelter.

a sigh escapes your lips as you open your bag again, rummaging for an umbrella that you hopefully stuck in there just in case. you’re there searching through your bag for long enough because when you look back up there’s only a couple students lingering around.

another sigh, along with a frown that paints your face. you really wish it didn’t have to come down to this. you situate your bag onto your back and zip your hoodie up all the way, tugging the hood over head. and then, like a soldier bracing for battle, you ran out into the rain.

immediately the rain poured through your hoodie and soaked into your socks. you were more than displeased and you could feel more small puddles form in the bottom of your shoes.

it isn’t until you look up and see the thundering grey sky had been replaced with the innings of a white, cartoon bunny umbrella. the rain was loud, but it seems to have a contender because your heart pounds louder with every passing second.

you look up to see who was your savior from the treacherous downpour and the most beautiful man you could imagine, was standing right in front of you, holding his comically small umbrella just over your head. his hair is blonde and drenched by the rain, along with his uni hoodie and black-framed glasses. he seemed familiar in a way you couldn’t remember.

and without thinking you grab his arm and pull him under the umbrella with you. i mean, you couldn’t just let your savior get drenched. your body is flushed against his and you can feel your cheeks get hot. you can tell he’s surprised by the sudden proximity because he stumbles a bit before stepping back and giving you space. you notice his cheeks are pink too.

the tall stranger’s brows are drawn together with worry and his free hand raises up to scratch the nape of his neck. “y/n, are you okay?” his voice is gentle, and yet loud enough to reach to you over the rain. wait a second, how does he know your name?

he reads the confusion across your face and immediately explains himself, pointing at his chest in hopes you’d remember him. “i’m soobin— choi soobin? beomgyu’s roomate,” he says, in a defeated tone.

you squint your eyes and scrutinize his face, running through your mind palace to look for him. and then you remember. you saw just a silver of him that time you were at beomgyu’s place, and realize during that time his hair was jet-black. you had to say, the blonde did him wonders.

“right. sorry i didn’t recognize you— your hair, it’s different.” you apologize, even though there’s really nothing to apologize for. he waves you off, and you get a glimpse of the deep dimples in his cheeks.

“erm, could you hold this?” soobin lets you take the umbrella from him and you make sure to hold it high enough for it to cover his head to. you aren’t sure why he asks you to hold it, but you get your answer when he reaches his hands out and smooths out your hair, brushing your wet bangs out of your face.

he takes the umbrella back and you aren’t sure if it’s the rain or just him, because being next to soobin makes you feel lightheaded. just looking at him makes your heart hurt.

“do you need me to walk you back to your dorm?” soobin looks like he wants you to say yes, so you do. you weren’t going to pass up the man of your dreams walking you back to your dorms.

the walk back is comforting. you can smell his shampoo, a scent that is almost like marshmallows and your shoulders brush by each other too often for him to not notice but he doesn’t seem to mind. and neither do you.

“i like your umbrella.” you say to break the silence. the rain had quieted down and it was just a soft pitter-patter to accompany your words. it’s almost like the rain knew.

he looks up at his umbrella and smiles sheepishly, “yeah, kai got it for me as a gift.” his fingers drum against the umbrella handle rhythmically to the rain and you can’t help but admire at him. his hair is still wet from the rain and his cheeks are dusted a baby pink. he must feel you staring because he clears his throat and asks, “which is your dorm?”

you’re caught off guard when soobin turns to fully look at you and his eyes are filled with a certain glint you just can’t place. your cheeks are on fire at this point. “it’s this one,” you point at a door near to where your standing. “thank you for walking me.”

soobin smiles again, showcasing his dimples, “of course, i would do it again. just let me know when.” he watches to make sure you get in safely and when he finally walks away, you lock your door and slide down it like it’s straight out of a rom-com.

you’re a giggling mess when you send a text to beomgyu letting him know you’re coming over tomorrow, definitely not to get choi soobin’s number.

[k5ashe]

malicious

taking care of your anaemic roomate

mdni: dark content, mentions of degrading nicknames, abusive and toxic relationship

starring my twink malewife Nikolai ^^

"Fyodor-?" Your sweet voice rings in his room as you walk in, opening the curtains. It's 10 AM, a perfect Sunday morning. "Wake up, it's already 10. How long are you gonna stay coped in there?" Your tone is slightly strict, nagging him for being such a bed bug. You sigh when he pulls the blanket over him, reluctant to get up. "Do you want me to splash water on your face again?". At the mention of water, he gets up, staring at you with a scrutinized expression.

"It's my day off. Go away." You huff at his cold tone, opening the window and letting sunlight in.

Its been 5 months since you started living with him. A medical student with basically zero income- you needed a cheap place to stay, which wasn't hard when you found Fyodor. You still remember it like it was yesterday. Discovering he was anaemic was easy- there were signs. The first was how cold he was- just like his demeanor. His finger tips felt like ice against your plump skin. His eyes seemed tired, a yellowish hue in them. So, when he fainted while working, it didn't surprise you.

"You know, you should stop being so mean to me". You jokingly say, earning a glare from him. He slowly gets up, gulping down water. You stare at him for a second, before making his bed up.

Huh? Blood? You freeze, looking at his undershirt. The sleeves were ripped, as if surviving an assault. Half of the buttons were either ripped off or broken in half. What makes you erk was the humongous blood stain on it, the stench making you crill your nose up. It takes you by surprise when he suddenly grabs the shirt, yanking it from your hands.

"Fyod-" "Did I ask you to make the bed? Stop pissing me off first thing in the morning."

You're taken aback by his strict tone, taking a step back. He enters the washroom, slamming the door shut. You huff, making your way over the kitchen.

You're left alone the whole day, the man not bothering to come out his room

Ring. Ring. Ring

You get up, startled by the sudden series of bells chiming. You hurriedly open the door, still half sleepy. "Who is it-...?". Your eyes meet one of a confused man. Long, white braided hair- spreading along him like an expanse of white scenery. He tilts his head, looking down at you with a grin.

"Wow, Fedya has a girlfriend? You're pretty, miss." Eh? A girlfriend? You shake your head, confused. "I'm his roomate. Who might you be?". At your question, the man fakes a disheartened smile, clutching his shirt. "How cruel, my dear Fedya hasn't mentioned me to you even once? Ah, well. He is an asshole, so." You fake a smile, looking at him. "He's not home right now. Is there a message you want me to pass down, sir-"

Oh, Lord. You freeze at the sinister smile the stranger gives you, his lips stretching wide. The lips, typically drawn in a tight, thin line, seem to stretch unnaturally across the face, forming a grim, twisted expression that appears almost predatory. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly, but there's no warmth or sincerity in the gesture. Instead, it exudes an aura of calculated malice, as if the person behind it is relishing some hidden agenda or reveling in the discomfort they are causing.

"Ah, how cute. Staying with a criminal-" Before he could complete what he was saying, you slam the door in his face, dropping to the floor. Your heartbeat is the fastest it has ever been. In a second, you're sprinting, closing all the windows in the house and double locking the back door. You hug yourself, wrapping yourself up in sheets, hoping to find some comfort.

Till dawn, the image on that smile haunts your mind.

"Fyodor? Your friend came to visit you." He quirks an eyebrow, lifting his gaze from the book he was reading. He's silent, signalling you to continue.

"He has really long, white hair. Honestly, he scared the crap out of me. He startes grinning like a madman and he said I'm living with a criminal. People these days are-"

Huh? You shut your mouth when you see his expression. His eyes are wide, staring at you as he's seen a ghost. You shiver.

"And he kept calling you Fedya". He gets up, grabbing your shoulder. You look at him, confused. " Fyo-". His hand chops down on your neck. You gasp, feeling immense pain run through your spine. In a second, you're out cold.

".. You know too much."

As you woke, your heart pounded in terror. Chains bounded your wrists and ankles, trapping you in a dim, foreboding room. Panic surged through you as you struggled against the cold metal, realizing you were captive and alone, mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

"You're up"

You lift your head, heart dropping to your stomach when you recognize the familiar face. The tired eyes, purple hair. "Fyodor-?... Why are you-.. "

And then it all comes down. The countless blood stains you found on his shirt. His absence of days, stretching to weeks. How he hated you grabbing his phone. At a point, this should have deemed suspicious to you. But, love makes you blind, right?

It was like love at first sight. His tone was oddly gentle and he was more open to you. His build was slim but he was strong, strong enough to grab you when you almost fell from the couch. You felt nervous under his gaze. When your eyes met, a rush of nervous excitement fluttered in the pit of your stomach, mingling with the undeniable pull of attraction. It was as if time stood still, the world fading away around you as you became lost in the depths of his gaze.

"... Will you kill me too, Fyodor?". Your sweet voice rings through him again, and he clenches his teeth, almost holding back. His hand grabs your chin, tilting it up. You smile at him, a genuine one.

"I love you, Fyodor."

He stares at you, silent for a moment before he slowly starts laughing. He laughs and laughs, the sound cold and humourless. "Oh, you really are dumb, aren't you? I already suspected you were one. But this? What an idiot."

He stands up now, walking to where you sit on the floor. A harsh smirk is on his lips now, and he stands above you, looking down at you with a twisted expression. "Look at you... you honestly can't see why I picked you? A dumb slut is what you are. And you're mine to play with, after all. Honestly, I'm a little disappointed. I thought you were smarter, but, clearly not. You're nothing but an idiotic whore."

"But-" Your voice cracks. "I love you, Fyodor. I love every single moment that happened between us. There’s no way all that was fake." You say, crying.

"Oh? You love me?" He grips your hair now, pulling you up to your feet. He smirks as his eyes stare darkly into your own, almost sadistically amused by your words. He's always been cruel, but... never to this degree. "My dear, look where it's gotten you, hm? You're at my mercy... do you really think confessing to loving a man like me will do you any good?"

You gasp for breath, tears streaming down your face. "Play with me, Fedya". You say, tone almost desperate. " Just don’t leave, Fedya-"

Your words die at your tongue when a cold blade presses on your neck. Before you could move, your eyes close. You suddenly realise you can't move -- won't move. The blood spills and colors the floor is a beautiful red color, soaking his shoes up. It's the last thing you ever see

[thotofthecentury]

it’s almost 12 am but I don’t need sleep I need ANGELA THOUGHTS!

Any scenarios or thoughts about College Au Fuckboy!Angela? where you are her roomate and time to time you have to sleep at your friends drom cause she keeps bringing ladies. But then one day you’re in your dorm watching something on your laptop when Angela walks In completely drunk. You stop everything you were doing and decide to help her get to bed but then she pulls you to bed with her, wanting you to sleep with her

honestly that’s all I got, but I need her to top me ASAPP

UUUUUH I LOVE THIS.

Imagine she dresses like this most of the time

(I’ve combined this scenario with the other one you sent of virgin reader x angela in college setting)

You would get so fed up with her bringing girls over omg. There’s been a few times you wake up in the middle of the night to her eating out a girl in her bed or just her and a girl naked in her bed the next morning. You complain to your friends (I imagine these friends as Mariah and Chanse idk why, very college au vibes they bring) and after months of this one of them finally asks, “are you like, jealous?” And the other one goes “I was going to ask that!!!”

You’re APPALLED by the question and make a scene in the library, saying “no! no no no no!” a bit too loudly. And you mean it, but since the question you can’t stop thinking that maybe you are a bit jealous. She’s hot, that much is obvious, and you’ve been denying for too long that when you saw her the few times in the dark fucking a girl it didn’t turn you on. In fact, it turned you on way too much to the point where you humped your hand while looking in their direction to make sure both were too preoccupied to notice you.

Now whenever you see her, you think about it. You think about the times you’ve seen her topless in bed after a girl who spent the night left before sunrise. You’ve never seen more perfect boobs or stomach in your life.

Your friends pester you about the situation, thinking it’s hilarious now that they’ve got out pinned about being jealous. You’re not very good at hiding anything.

You and your friends discussed a plan to talk to Angela later that day. More so, you talked about a plan while they said “just ask her out already.”

Which makes you all the more pissed off when you finally confront her.

She’s just walked into the dorm, her hair is wet from the shower. She’s in basketball shorts and a loose fitted school t-shirt.

You slam your laptop shut. “I really didn’t want to bring this up but it’s getting to affect my sleep and schoolwork so we need to come up with a better system for your… escapades, because it’s getting out of hand.”

She turns after putting her towel on its hook with a confused but amused look on her face.

“My escapades?”

“Yes, and I don’t meant to embarrass you but-” you say without even looking at her. You can’t look at her.

She cuts you off, “why would I be embarrassed?”

“Well, you’re secretly- you know- and I-I know about it and-” you stutter.

“You thought I didn’t know? Of course I know you know, it’s not a secret,” she laughs. “And it’s called having sex,” she looks at you pointedly. “You can say the word ‘sex’, can’t you?” she almost pouts.

Your stomach drops at her sudden change in tone. Has she been this condescending before?

You must look like a deer in headlights because she tilts her head and adds, “oh come on, you’re not so secretive either, I saw you masturbating that one time a few weeks ago.”

“What!?” you pretend to be shocked. “No, I was- you were doing that- I was sleeping!”

“If you were sleeping how did you know I was /having sex/”, she enunciates the last two words.

“Because there’s been other times and-”

“Which part got you? Her moans as I went down on her or when I finally fucked her? I didn’t mean for the bed to squeak but it was just too good, you get it,” she laughs nonchalantly and goes to make her bed.

“No, no I don’t ’get it’! You have no boundaries or resp-”

She suddenly gasps and turns to you. “You’re a virgin!”

“What?” you ask, panicked.

“That’s why you can’t even say the word ‘sex’,” she says more to herself.

“No, that’s not- that’s not it- you know nothing about me.”

Her smile grows wider. “Oh, but I do. I know everything I need to know.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Nothing for now,” she says as she grabs her toothbrush and toothpaste and heads for the door.

“And so what if I was!?” you yell back to her.

“It’s not a bad thing, I just would’ve had a lot more fun starting earlier in the semester,” she turns to say before leaving the room.

The door shuts and you say to yourself, “what the fuck.”