#because he didn't say that he wanted to be with him too yes he kissed him and it's clear that he reciprocates hugo's feelings and hugo

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wine or wine not | s.r

spencer reid x bau!reader

a/n: i think i love writing buildup to smut than actual smut, but i hope you guys like this lmk what you think. this was requested with the prompts "look at me when you come on my fingers" and "muttering compliments kissing down their body" and it was so much fun to write aaaaahh, my requests are open so please send more!!! guidelines in pinned <3

summary: you're hopelessly pining after spencer at a rossi party, and when you run into him in the kitchen when you're getting a refill and he asks if you want to explore the mansion with him, who are you to say no?

cw: 18+ minors dni pls, fingering, p in v, nipple play, soft!dom!spence, spencer being ridiculously hot its criminal, ooc penelope but it was for the plot, pining idiots, wine cellar sex wine cellar sex wine cellar sex, public sex, morgan and prentiss being dumb, rossi being a smug lil shit, a dumb ass title sorry i didn't know what else to name it lol

wc: 4.1k

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these days rossi was always finding some reason to throw a party at his mansion. you’re not exactly sure what it was tonight, a birthday? an anniversary? regardless, you and the team appreciated the excuse to unwind, dress up, and have non murder related fun.

the sun is setting over the rolling hills the mansion is perched on, and you’re sat at a table with the girls— penelope, jj, and emily discussing penelope’s latest dating escapade. you’re trying hard to pay attention, you really are, but it proves to be difficult when you’re focused on the man showing magic tricks to the kids across the room.

you look on yearnfully as spencer pulls a coin from jack’s ear, all the kids are laughing and cheering and he has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“hellooo?” penelope waves a hand in front of you dramatically, “i’m getting to the good part and you’re off in space!”

you jolt back to the present, “sorry pen, i’m listening i promise. so he shows up to your door with maple syrup and feathers?”

“YES, anyways so then he’s like i have a proposition for you…” penelope continues her story but you can’t help but zone out again. your eyes drift back to boy genius as he finishes another trick for little henry before rising up to his full height. it’s in that moment his eyes meet yours and softens as he offers you a small wave. 

you return the gesture back which causes the girls at your table to look in the same direction and they come to a glaring conclusion too quickly.

“ah, that’s why you’re not paying attention. too busy ogling mr. houdini over there.” jj remarks.

“i am not!” you scoff.

“oh you so are,” emily says, “when are you going to let yourself feel your heart’s full content.”

“first of all, i can’t stand you. second of all, it’s not worth it. he would never feel the same about me.” you say as emily rolls her eyes.

this time penelope interjected, “oh don’t be so cynical. you haven’t even tried how could you even know?”

but you did know. it’s not that spencer didn’t like you, he treated you the same as any team member, but that was just it. you wanted him to see you as more. during cases you would try to impress him or make breakthroughs in the hopes he would tell you ‘good job’. a couple times you brought him coffee when you got yours, just to hear him say your name and thanks. work conversations rarely seemed to move past small talk, but you’re a little sure that’s on your part because he just made you so nervous. and like, he’s a profiler. so you’re sure to some degree he knows how you feel, and it just makes you regress into your safe hole even further because you think he’s being nice by not acknowledging it and saving you the embarrassment.

the girls knew about your harbored crush for a month now, since the last bau drinks night you got a little too truthful during truth or dare. you were much younger in comparison to your colleagues, so they offered their sympathies at your unrequited love and tried to get you to come out more and let loose.

which is one of the reasons you’re sitting in rossi’s living room, wine glass in hand, as morgan recounts the craziest date hes ever been on. the other reason, which you wouldn’t admit to anyone, was so you could admire your (not) lover from an acceptable distance and not risk embarrassing yourself.

so here you are, two glasses deep, rising up from your spot on the floor telling everyone you’re going to get a refill. your heels click against the hardwood floors all the way to the kitchen where you just so luckily run into the (your) man of the hour.

“hi.”

you were looking down at your feet as you walked to the kitchen, your head snapping up to meet the voice, “hi spencer.” you said softly.

“if you’re looking for more wine, i think emily just grabbed the last bottle,” you must have outwardly deflated as he continued, “that bad out there?”

“only so much wine can get me through penelope’s sexcapades and derek’s crazy one night stands.” you joke.

he chuckles back, “oh i know, why do you think i’m hiding out in here?”

you laugh again before an uncomfortable yet strangely comfortable silence falls between you both. unknowingly you both take turns gazing at each other, indexing the others features as if this moment would be the only chance you got.

you’re about to take your loss and leave when spencer speaks up again, “you know, i wouldn’t put it past rossi to have a secret wine cellar somewhere.”

“honestly, you’re probably right. what kind of italian just runs out of wine.”

spencer pauses slightly before saying, “do you want to see if we can find it?”

you look at his eyes again and catch a glint of mischief? concern that you’re wine-less? whatever it is, you take the bait.

“i’m game.”

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rossi’s mansion was humongous. it was well known that he was loaded from his years in the bureau and multiple book deals, but holy shit, the rooms just seemed never ending, and none of them were a wine cellar.

“i don’t know spence, i'm starting to lose hope, and debating to revoke rossi’s italian card.”

you’re both in one of the many studies and are about to leave to find another room, when spencer notices a smaller door next to the study. he slowly opens it and peaks inside to find a descending wooden staircase. he looks at you with a smirk, “i think we just found it.”

he holds the door open and gestures you to enter first, following shortly behind you as he shuts the door. he makes sure to check that it’ll still open even after it’s shut, and you both relax a little seeing it still unlock. you move down the stairs, gripping the handrail and praying you don’t trip over your heels and fall to an embarrassing demise.

spencer descends a step behind you, trying so hard not to let his eyes wander down your bare back to the curve of your hips. once he steps off you both go in opposite directions to explore. you take in the vast amount of shelves and wine racks, taking note of how it seems to be separated by year and by type. running your fingers over the labels, you’re intrigued by a shelf with the year you were born, and pause in front of it. you reach up to a shelf that is just a smidge taller than you, hoping to grab the neck of an old wine bottle.

even in your heels you’re struggling, attempting little hops to try and reach. you’re about to give up when you feel a warm hand on your right hip, while an outstretched arm on your left seamlessly grabs the bottle and brings it down to you, “careful sweetheart, don’t wanna break that pretty head of yours.” spencer says lowly.

excuse me, what the fuck did he just say.

you inspect the bottle he so kindly brought down for you, but it’s a futile effort. you can’t even remember why you wanted to see it. all you can think about is your hands clamming up, sending threats to the wine bottle it’s holding. your mind is fogging up fast, and you’re trying to order your brain to say something instead of going mute while he’s still an inch behind you. with his hand on your hip still.

“oh god,” you start shakily, “you scared me spence.” you angle your body to the left so you can attempt to show how unbothered you are and look at his face.

good save (not).

he’s staring down at you with a hint of a smirk on his lips, like he’s keeping a secret from you. his eyes are intently focused on you when he speaks again, “just didn’t want you to get hurt. s’all.”

with his close proximity, you’re sure he can hear your heart beating through both of your chests, hell it was so loud they could probably hear it upstairs. he’s still got you caged in front of him when he continues, “any particular reason for this bottle?”

“yeah no, i just, wanted to see what bottles of wine he had from the year i was born.” you answer, watching as spencer moves back to give you space when you turn to face him.

he nods, “did you know that wine is associated with the greek god dionysus?”

“no i didn’t, actually.”

“it’s really interesting,” he moves forward a tiny inch, “they call him the patron god of wine, but a lot of people often forget that he’s also the god of fertility and ecstasy.”

oh. “ecstasy?” you whisper confusingly.

“yes, he believes when you drink wine it gives you emotional and physical pleasure.”

“how does that even work?” you nervously laugh.

spencer reaches his arm above your head, never breaking eye contact, and grabs two wine glasses by their stems, “you wanna find out?”

with only so many words, you give another nod. he uncorks the bottle with ease and pours out two glasses, with his having a little less than yours, most likely due to his slow but steady return to drinking casually. clinking your glasses, you take a big gulp hoping it’ll satiate the building nerves. but you’re watching the way his fingers wrap around the glass, his veiny hand showing prominently and you’re unable to focus on anything else.

“you know, i’ve been running something of an observation the last few months.”

you take another small sip, starting to feel less nervous, “oh yeah, what about?”

“you.”

it took everything in you not to spit your drink out all over his suit. 

“me?”

he nods after another sip, “i’ve been watching you, and not in a creepy way i swear. but i’ve been keeping track of your habits; how you take your coffee, your tells when a case gets too much, things like that,”

that didn’t seem overtly terrible to you, you knew spencer was an observer of his environment, always seeking out patterns to aid his predictions. you’re about to speak when he cuts you off.

“i’ve also been noticing how you seem to change, when i’m in your presence.”

you feel like the sweat and nerves are just oozing out of you at this point, and he continues his verbal taunt.

“i’ve seen your breathing rate get faster,” he moves a step forward, “how your cheeks rise with the faintest red, kind of like right now,” another step forward, “and how you try to avoid looking directly at me because you think i’ll find out everything if you do.”

the room has to be at least a thousand degrees at this point, heart beating so fast it’s probably gone to the moon, and your brain just unable to have any coherent thoughts at the realization that maybe you weren’t as subtle as you thought.

he takes one final step to close the gap between you and delicately places two fingers on the pulse point of your neck, “i couldn’t figure out your heart rate from afar,” he pauses to count, “but now that i know it, i can come to my conclusion.”

the air in your lungs has all but escaped, nowhere to be found. “and wh- what is your conclusion d- doctor reid?” your voice betraying you by dripping with anticipation.

“that i make you nervous. do you agree? do i make you nervous?” he says while you feel the hot breath of his whispers ghosting on your lips.

your mouth opens to say something and then shuts, because what the hell are you supposed to say? any and all logic has left the room, but the last working neuron works to make an unthinkable conclusion of your own. there is no way.

spencer moves his fingers to grip your chin between them, guiding your face to look directly into his copper eyes, “i asked you a question angel, do i make you nervous?”

you’re cornered, “y- yes.”

“why’s that?”

“spencer..”

“is it because you’re thinking of me the same way i think i about you?” his thumb starts tracing the outline of your lower jaw. he’s pressed right up against your chest, his other arm covertly moving to snake around your waist. the way you lean in subconsciously towards him, paired with your silence is all the confirmation he needs.

the pad of his thumb traces your lower lip, dragging it downwards a little. there’s a hitch in his breath when his eyes flicker from your lips back up to meet your eyes again. he quietly mumbles, “can i?”

your eyes widen slightly, relishing in the way his arms are holding you firm and steady. this was about to really happen. you’d been pining after him all this time, believing you were destined for unrequited love. but as spencer stands in front of you, looking at you as if he’d been poisoned and the only antidote is your lips, you can’t help but wonder if there’s been a similar weight on his side that’s been holding him back too.

so you nod once again, and trust your voice this time, 

“yes.”

you’re fully expecting him to go into it full force, and kiss you like a man starved. but he lets the premonition bubble for a little longer as he so agonizingly leans down and closes the gap, teasing you with the ghost of his lips on yours without making contact. he waits a moment, and just as he predicted your subconscious betrays you again and you impatiently lean up in an attempt to meet your lips together. spencer can’t help but smile before he softly pressed himself against you.

the feeling of his mouth on yours is something you can only describe as cosmic, like a star exploding into a supernova, emitting a powerful and luminous show of energy. it’s all consuming, the light reaching every neuronal end of your body and electrifying it ten times over. your hands reach up to tangle in his curly hair and he lets out the faintest whimper, spurring you on to grab it more earnestly.

spencer loses all restraint. his hands begin furiously mapping out your body, running up and down your back, reaching down to grasp a handful of your ass. he moves his hands down further to grip your thighs, effortlessly lifting you to sit on the counter behind you. spencer slots himself between your legs and continues kissing you, his mouth marking a hot trail to your neck as he mutters between, “is this okay?”

“please don’t stop.” you moan softly.

his fingers move to deftly slide the straps of your dress off your shoulder, mirroring the movement on the other side while continuing to work his down your neck. he slides the dress far enough down to expose your chest, immediately taking the swollen nub into mouth and running circles around it with his tongue. you let out a sharp gasp at the sudden warmth, whimpers leaving your throat. he repeats the motion to the other one as you cradle his head closer in an attempt to keep him there, as if spencer had any plans of leaving.

he moves his mouth back up to meet yours again, in a lust filled attack sending shock waves straight to your core. you move your fingers to work the buttons of his dress shirt and spencer moves his hand further south and under the hem of your dress, something you don’t notice until his thumbs are rubbing circles onto the plush of your inner thighs. it makes you falter on his last button as he pushes your legs farther apart,  inches closer to where you desperately need him.

spencer looks directly into your eyes as his thumbs reach up to hook onto the side of your panties and slowly move them down your legs. he groans outwardly at the resistance caused by your slickness, “all this for me, baby?”

you’re rendered speechless watching spencer and his ministrations but he continues, “you are so goddamn beautiful, you know that?” his fingers are less than an inch away from your cunt, “i see you walk around the office in those tight pants, your hair and makeup all done, and those blouses jesus,” he reaches your entrance and dives in to collect your wetness, you brokenly moan as he begins to spread it all over. “couldn’t tell if you hated me for the longest time.”

“c- could never hate you.” you whine.

“i know baby,” he slides his middle finger into your hole, “just imagine the fun we could’ve had if we figured this out earlier. but it’s okay, we have all the time now.” he sets a steady rhythm before inserting his ring finger, actively working you towards a barreling orgasm.

“spencer, fuck, oh god.”

“you’re so fucking wet, bet you’re gonna come soon, right? gonna make a mess on my hand?” he baited.

you’re in shambles, one hand deathly squeezing onto one shoulder the other turning white from the grip you held on the counter. the moans won’t stop falling out of you, he works his fingers so skillfully within you it’s impossible to hold any resolve when he curves upwards and hits that spot.

your head tilts back, reeling from the intense pressure coil building inside you, the peak about to hit you any moment now. spencer uses his free hand to move your head back down, “look at me when you come on my fingers.”

that was all it took for the white hot to ravage through you, engulfing every sense and leaving you breathless. he continues moving his fingers through your orgasm, watching as you come back down to him. you don’t waste a second reaching for his belt to unfasten it, slipping your hand down to palm him through his boxers. he moans in your ear as he feels you slip inside, your small hand moving up and down, and getting impossibly harder when you take your hand back up to spit on it to then return to your movements.

you take the moment to lean into his neck and leave bites of your own, finding his sweet spot right behind his ear and sucking hard. spencer’s hands have taken a spot on your lower back beneath your dress, pressing so hard with his fingertips you know there’ll be evidence of this night tomorrow.

“spence..” you mutter in the crook in the neck.

“yeah baby?” he whispers back.

“can you fuck me now?”

he preens at your boldness, and wastes no time pulling his pants and boxers down enough to fully free himself. he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter before pulling his length out and giving it a few strokes. he lets it glide between your folds, gathering your wetness as lubricant as it hits your clit. both of you are panting hard realizing the anticipation has led to this moment. spencer positions himself at your entrance, never breaking eye contact with you, and watches your face drop into a perfect ‘oh’ as he pushes in.

spencer is absolutely wrecked as he hears your breathing pick up, reveling in the vice grip your cunt has on him. you’re no better above him as you’ve broken eye contact to stare at where the two of you connect, watching as he disappears into you and the feeling of being so full overtakes you and you’re letting out soft expletives. he bottoms out and stalls for a minute, waiting for you to signal that you’re okay for him to move. in the time he’s waiting, he takes a moment to really look at your face, how absolutely ruined you look, your cheeks are deeply flushed, hair flying in every direction, and he can’t help but tell you, “you look so pretty.”

your eyes soften as you gaze back at him and nod slightly, and he pulls back all the way to ease in again experimentally. once he hears you moan out loud at the movement, and feels you tighten even more around his cock, he loses any and all restraint he’d been holding onto this entire night.

his hips pick up the pace in harsh snaps to your core, sending ripples of pleasure all over you. your arms are wrapped around his neck attempting to pull him impossibly closer to you, “spencer…fuck…” you drawl with a whine.

“i got you baby, gonna take good care of you, promise,” he says back in between grunts. the sentiment causes you to squeeze on his cock again as he attempts to continue, “if you keep…fuck…keep squeezing me like that i’m n- not gonna last long.”

one hand in his hair and the other leaving dark red scratches on his back, you feel your second orgasm of the night hastily creep up on you. he can tell you’re close and quickens his pace as he thumbs your clit. you moan his name out once more before reaching your peak, feeling like your body is on fire as he continues to fuck you through it. 

spencer feels his own release building up, “wh- where should i..?”

“inside, i’m on the pill just please come inside me.”

it was more than enough for spencer’s movements to stutter as he released his hot load in you, groaning out loud as he finished.

he slows to a half, still hilted inside of you but softening post orgasm. you’re both breathing heavily as you look up at each other and take in the other’s fucked out faces. spencer presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before resting his own on it, “that was..”

“intense,” he quirks his eyebrows at you, “in a really really good way.” you add quickly.

he smiles down at you, “i wasn’t kidding, what i said earlier. i think about you an embarrassingly high amount each day. i’d love to take you out and make this a real thing.”

“yeah?” you gape incredulously, “thought i was the one embarrassing myself if you were able to notice all those things i did when you were near me.”

he laughs, “no, no it was endearing, definitely made it easier to be as forward as i was tonight knowing you wouldn’t freak out.”

you’re about to respond when you hear the door to the cellar open, you’re both hidden from view but know it’s only a matter of seconds before someone catches you. you both look at each other in panic as spencer pulls out of you, tucking himself back in and zipping up his pants. you grab your panties from the floor and begin to pull them up your legs when he notices his come dripping down your thighs. he swiftly gathers the release on his fingers and shoves it back inside you, causing you to let out a near pornographic moan as he pulls up your underwear all the way.

“did you guys hear that?” a voice sounding like emily said.

“see this is why i don’t do big houses like this, too many creepy ass noises.” morgan.

“mansion,” rossi corrects, “and for a couple of profilers, you both are stupid if you don’t know what that sound was.”

your eyes widen to match spencer’s, you’ve been caught.

“was it a mouse or something?”

“no more like, bunnies,” he joked with an innuendo, “come on, i found the bottle i was looking for, let the bunnies do their thing so they can leave and go home to do whatever it is bunnies do.”

“you’re a weird old man david…” emily muttered.

the door closes and you both let out a big breath, and burst into a fit of laughter, “how the hell are we gonna show our faces to him on monday?” you whine.

“that is a monday us problem,” he starts, “but right now, i think it’s time for me to take you home.” he winks.

two stuffed bunnies show up on yours and spencer’s desk on monday. you’re both redder than a tomato as rossi chuckles when he walks by. prentiss and morgan are still confused.

[edgeray]

mygod that siren Arlecchino fic you did is *chef's kiss* IMMACULATE!!! might i request a continuation, mayhaps? Arle mentioned that she'd follow the reader as they sail, so maybe she misses them and either tries to climb onto the boat or the pier where they're docked to see them again? either hurt/comfort or fluff, the rest is up to you!!! love your work and thank you for fueling my Arlecchino obsession :] also i might pop back in here once in a while, may i be moth anon?

The Sea's Calling Pt. 2

(Arlecchino x Fem! Reader)

A/N - Part 1 link here. Yes, you definitely can be a moth anon! Hi :D. I already added you to the anon list. To other anons that have requested and I haven't gotten to, I do see your requests and if you gave yourself an emoji/name I already added you ^^. Anyways, back to moth anon. <333 I'm so glad you enjoyed my siren Arlecchino fic! As my first request I was kind of nervous about it but I'm glad that you enjoy! I'm also really glad that you sent this request! I did always want to write a part 2 but didn't have the opportunity until now. Thanks moth anon, for the reuqest and for enjoying my works!!  If you couldn't tell, I love the idea of found family pirates. One Piece did this to me. The ending turned out to be self-indulgent, forgive me moth anon ;) Even though it's short, this ended up being one of my favorites. Hope you like this one! Content warnings / info - monster x human, arle is ooc bc she's a siren, fem! reader bc pt.1 has fem! reader, suggestive at the end, 1.2k words

You used to think that the most beautiful thing out there was the sky and its stars–to you, nothing was more mesmerizing than them. They are so alluring despite holding this mystique, and they've guided humans on their naval journeys and inspired all kinds of stories of their origins. The stars were all that kept you company, even on the lonliest and coldest nights.

Now, however, the stars aren't your only company. 

“Guys, I'm going to go back to the ship. Don't wait up on me too much,” you to your fellow pirates as you stand up from the stool. You drop off some extra coins on the baa counter, in order to compensate for the plate that you will be ‘borrowing.’ You pick up the plate of your half-eaten slice of meat pie and sandwich and head towards the exit before one of your crew mates stops you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Turning in already? C'mon, stay a little bit. We've got enough money for a few more rounds of beer,” he says with a boisterous laugh. You chuckle lightly but shake your head. 

“No can do, sorry. Got something to do.”

“Uh huh, like your little siren girlfriend?” Another crew member states, her teasing smile widening as you flush. 

“One more? Jackie hasn't finished his story!”

“Let the darned woman go see her darn girlfriend, Goldie,” another gruffed with a shake of his head. 

“Fine, fine, go on ahead. Tch, when will I get my own smoking hot siren girl?” Goldie huffs, and you snort. Likely never, but you don't tell him that.  

“Thanks, I'll be back,” is all you say before rushing out of the door, nearly tipping over the plate before you balance it again. You wave them off and you make your way back to the docks. The walk is both short and long, and each step you take is filled with the excitement that buzzes through you. 

Even after these months, being able to spend time with her feels like bliss, like you have just found treasure. Sometimes, you forget she's a siren, she's ever so endearing and follows you around like a puppy. Oftentimes, when you're on the boat, you talk to her as she lingers by. The night after you first met the siren your crew had banned you from jumping into the waters because you had developed a cold which infected a good chunk of the crew; the cold wasn't severe for anyone but still. Since you can't be in the water, you often just talk to her from the railings and she answers. 

It's only when you're docked when you can finally touch her, but those times come rare. It can take days, sometimes weeks to reach an island to dock at, but when you do, you always take the time to sit by the shore. 

Finally, you arrive at the pier. “Arle?” You call out, and you see a ripple in the water. Grinning, you walk to the ends of one of the docks, setting down the plate a bit away from you. You remove your shoes and set them far away. Perching on the dock, your feet dip into the cold waters and you shiver.

You see something gleam in the corner of your eyes, the familiar shine of her scales. You then remember the food, and you start. “Wait, Arle don't splash–”

Too late. Something erupts from the waters and launches into you, a cold, heavy weight thrusting into your body making you tumble on your back on the dock. Pressed between the wooden planks and the creature that straddles you, you can't help but laugh and raise your hand up to her face, the now drenched food forgotten entirely. 

“Hey gorgeous,” you say as you stroke her cheek gently. She's the most beautiful treasure that you found among the seas. Arlecchino gazes down on you, her red pupils glistering as her arms wrap around your torso. She purrs, little fangs apparent as the tip of her tongue peeks out with her open-mouth smile. 

“Missed you,” is the first thing she says, before she leans her body against you, nuzzling her face into your neck. Your clothes get soaked from her, but you pay no mind. You stroke her wet hair, carding your fingers through her strands before kissing the top of her head. 

“I missed you too. Did you eat recently?” 

Sometimes she'd disappear for a few nights to search for another wandering ship for her meals but she never fails to find your ship again. You haven't seen her for a couple days before you docked her. 

Arlecchino nods. “Human food?” She questions. Her tail flicks, thumping against the wood out of eagerness. Although she enjoys the taste of cooked meats, beef especially, you don't believe it's as nutrition dense as… well, the main source of her diet, and it's hard to serve her cooked meat while on sea due to the issue of storing meat on ships. So, cooked meat has always been a treat for her. 

You nod. “You want to try?” 

She lets out an affirmative purr, and you help her sit upright in your lap. It's always a bit difficult considering she has a tail instead of legs, but she maneuvers her tail to encircle your waist, and you support her back with one of your arms. You silently mourn for your now soggy sandwich as you reach for the plate, using her tail as a flat surface. 

“What is it?” 

“Meat pie and a sandwich.” You take the fork and dig out the meat from the meat pie. Balancing the tender piece of beef on your utensil, you carefully guide it to her mouth. 

“Careful, it's hot. And don't bite the fork this time,” you gently warn her as she eats it. She squirms a bit in your lap, an indicator that she's pleased with the taste. 

“More?” You chuckle, adoring the cute plea in her eyes. 

You scrape out more of the meat until she's eaten all of the pie filling, leaving you to eat the pie crust. You're still peckish, so you start eating your sandwich, but not before fishing out the thick slice of ham from it, and giving it to her. If it meant you could watch the way her expression lights up again forever, then you would endlessly eat ham-less sandwiches and savor every cheese and vegetables sandwiched in between wet bread. 

“Did you like it?” You ask in between chews as she leans her head against your shoulder. She nods, and leans up again to place featherlight kisses on your neck. With the cold droplets of water and her frigid lips, it tickles you and you giggle. So adorable. 

You freeze up when you feel her fangs prick your skin and she looks up to you for permission. Another mating bite? You nod, wordlessly giving her permission, and you suck in a harsh breath as you feel her teeth sink in. Purrs vibrate coarse through her mouth as she pulls away, lapping at the mark and the texture of her tongue invokes a throaty groan from you, your body trembling with pleasure. 

Arlecchino leans away, but in her eyes, hunger burns in them. Her hands take purchase on your hips and she pushes your back against the planks. Her tail unwinds around your torso and instead coils around your ankles, securing them together.  

“H-here?” You question, flushing. Her hands wander lower, the sharp nails trailing lower to your thighs, where faint scratches scatter. 

The night that you first met her, she sang so beautifully for you. Tonight, you repay her back, singing out her name so tastefully. 

[paradiseprincesss]

heheheh request for my baby girl jackson 🎀 jackson hires a call girl because he’s lonely one night and wants to feel alive. however, neither of them expected to get attached and despite him trying to convince her that he’s bad for her (he literally confesses that he’s a killer) he keeps on calling her up again. he loves her but he doesn’t want to be with her, she loves him but she hates how she feels for him type of shit. then when one night he calls her, she’s blocked him anddddddd i’ll leave the ending up to you!

bonus points for angsty.

song - die for you by the weeknd

i would die for you | jackson rippner

yes yes yes, anything for you my looooove! thank you for the wonderful ideas ily. also yall fw this pink theme or what 🎀

summary: jackson falls in love with you, a call girl, but he knows that this is bound to end in disaster. you feel the same way, so you two try to keep it strictly sex. however, one thing leads to another and feelings get involved.

warnings: smut, p in v, kissing, swearing, sex work, in general just smut and mature themes, mdni 18+ only

word count: 3.7k

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jackson reached over to his bedside drawer, rummaging for his wallet as he caught his breath. his hands grabbed at his wallet, and he pulled out ten, crisp, one hundred dollar bills, handing it over to you. pulling up the duvet to cover your bare chest, you offer him a half-hearted smile as you take the cash from him.

"you only owe me eight hundred." you inform him, counting the bills carefully.

"yeah well, you're worth more than that." he says shrugging as he put his pyjama pants on and got up to shower. "thank you for tonight."

"you're welcome, i guess." you say quietly, watching him disappear into his bathroom as you hear his shower running.

you sigh with frustration and get up to get dressed as you collect your things, along with the thousand dollars you'd just made in one hour.

perks of being a call girl, i guess.

you and jackson had an arrangement, but you both knew it was much more than that. it started when one night, he had stumbled across an escorting service's website because he was feeling a little...lonely, though he'd never admit that. he put in a request for their top girl, and that's how he had met you. jackson was stunned when you showed up to his house for the first time — he wasn't expecting someone so beautiful and classy to be working in a business like that.

obviously, the sex was good — great, actually — for both parties. typically, you would go sleep with whoever was paying you, and you'd just act it up. you know, fake it 'till you make it. however, there was no need to fake with jackson rippner. the way he fucked you was delicious. his thick cock had you screaming and moaning for more, clawing at his back and shoulders; marking him up as he left love bites all down your neck and collarbone.

at first, yes, it really was just strictly sex. however, after maybe the third time you guys had hooked up, it was clear this was crossing the threshold of "just transactional."

there was undeniable chemistry between the two of you, and neither of you could deny it. the way he looked at you with his pale, icy, blue eyes as he fucked you sensually, and the way you moaned his name as he made you cum.

yeah, it was definitely more than just fucking, but both of you pretended not to notice it.

you did your part by taking his money and hurriedly leaving out his door as soon as he paid you, and he did his due diligence by...well, that was the problem — he wasn't. he continued to overpay you on a regular basis, compliment you in ways that seemed a little too intimate and personal, and fucked you in a way he hadn't even fucked his previous girlfriends.

don't get me wrong; he knew that he shouldn't have been doing this, but somehow he got flustered and couldn't help himself every time you came around.

he knew about your profession, but you didn't know about his. that's why it would never work — i mean, you were a hooker of all things, and he was a killer for hire.

not exactly a match made in heaven.

as you were about to leave, you thought twice about it. the sudden urge to talk to him about how you felt wasn't going away. so, hesitantly, you sit back down on the edge of his bed in the clothes you came to his house in, and scrolled mindlessly through your phone as you waited for him to finish his shower.

"oh, i thought you left." you heard his voice say as the bathroom door opened, causing you to turn around in slight embarrassment.

"sorry, um..." you say sheepishly, eyes glued to him as water dripped down his chest and a towel hung around his waistline (god, it was so hot).

"is something wrong?" he asked inquisitively, raising a brow at you as you got lost in those impossibly blue eyes of his.

"okay, um," you take a deep breath in, "correct me if i'm wrong, but sometimes i feel like we're — god, this is so embarrassing — um, i feel like there's something here. like, between us."

you feel your face burn as you finally brought up the topic you've been dying to talk to him about, and he sighs as he looks at you with an expression that you couldn't quite read.

"look," he says, coming to sit beside you, "i'm gonna be honest with you - i know that there's something between us, but if feelings are going to get in the way of our arrangement, we can just stop."

"i didn't say we should stop," you correct him, "i just...you know, wanted to see if i was just making it all up in my head? i don't know."

"you're not," he says, shaking his head, "but i think we both know it's wrong."

the conversation suddenly got very serious, very fast. you weren't really sure what to say to this. was he telling you that he had feelings for you? did he not want to see you anymore because you said something? as the thoughts and questions were compiling up in your brain, he brought you back to reality as he spoke to you softly.

"i'm just gonna straight up tell you that i've sorta developed feelings for you," he sighed, "but i think for both of our sakes, we should stop this. as much i don't want to, i really think we should."

"wait, what?" you say, frowning, "like, stop our um, arrangement?"

"i pay you to play pretend," he explained, "i pay you to pretend to want me, but in all actuality, i've started to develop fucking feelings and an...attachment to this fantasy. to the idea of you being mine or some shit."

it was almost scary how level-headed he could be in a moment like this. you wanted to tell him to shut up and just kiss him already, but it seemed that for him, his logic was taking the reigns right now.

"...i just told you i felt the same way?" you say with confusion, and he looks at you, taking in every word you were saying as if he was trying to detect any signs of dishonesty coming from you.

"i'd be saying shit like that too if i was getting paid." he said coldly, suddenly putting his walls up which hurt you a little.

"jackson," you say softly, "it's not about the money."

he doesn't say anything, but he stares at you in a way that makes you want to look away; he was so intimidating.

"maybe at first it was," you ramble on, "but for the last three months, i haven't cared about the money i just— i care about you. i don't know what else to say."

your confession had him speechless along with yourself, as you didn't expect to be telling your client you had basically fallen in love with him tonight.

"i'm no good for you," he says quietly, "i'm only going to hurt you."

"that's just what you think—"

"no, it's not. it's a fact." he cuts you off with a stern tone.

"do you love me?" you suddenly ask, feeling bold as the adrenaline rushed through your veins, but you regretted it as soon as the words left your mouth.

who asks their client that?!

"do i love you?" he asks with a scoff, "what kind of question is that?"

"a yes or no question." you say matter of factly, deciding to finally push the boundaries of whatever this was.

"i..." he tried to get his words out, but he couldn't. he couldn't say that he didn't love you, as much as he tried, because he did love you. "fuck, i— yeah."

you tried to ignore the way your heart started to beat uncontrollably as he said "yeah," and you bit your lip whilst thinking up a response. but before you could muster up the courage to say anything back, he started to talk again.

"don't tell me you don't fucking feel the same—"

"i do!" you say defensively, "of fucking course i do, jackson!"

"but that doesn't mean things can work between us."

"why not?"

"because—"

"because what, jackson?!"

"because i kill people for a living, okay? how the fuck do you think i can afford to pay you thousands of dollars a week?" he exclaimed back as his jaw clenched out of frustration.

that shut you up — you weren't expecting him to confess his love and the fact that he assassinates people for a living to you all at once. you couldn't find the right words to say, as you felt like any and everything you could say would just frustrate him even further.

"i'm gonna go," you say in a whisper, rushing to get up as he sighed from behind you, "maybe i'll see you around."

that night, you went home in silence. there wasn't a lot to say - shit hit the fan in a matter of seconds. the two of you just basically told each other that you'd fallen in love, but that it wasn't ever going to work because of external factors...

like the fact that he killed people for a living and you had sex with strangers to pay the bills.

you two didn't see each other for almost a week, but one warm, summer night on a friday, your phone started to go off. looking down at the caller id, you felt your heart start to race — jackson was calling.

hesitantly, you answer the call. "hello?" you say, wondering as to why he would be calling you not even a week after saying you and him had to "end."

"hey," he replies casually, "can we talk?"

how typical, you thought to yourself. "i thought you didn't want to talk," you say quietly, "you said yourself that this isn't going to work."

"yeah well, i say shit i don't mean all the time." he says cooly, and you rolled your eyes at his response. "come on, babydoll. i know you're thinking of me, too."

"don't play with my feelings," you scoff, "don't tell me you love me then tell me you don't want to be with me, then call me up again."

"first of all, i said we can't be together because of my job, not because i don't care about you," he corrects you, "and i just wanna talk about us. i've been thinking—"

"you said you're no good for me," you interrupt him, "don't send me mixed signals cause—"

"don't fucking start with that," he says, cutting you off in return, "you know i'm not the type to call about shit like this, or really talk about it, either."

"if you're going to be rude, i'm hanging up." you say, but he laughs softly on the other end of the line.

"relax, babydoll," he says softly, "come over, i just wanna talk, s'all. i'll pay you good, too."

"i am not fucking you." you scoff.

"for your time. god, calm down." he says, and you swore you could hear him roll his eyes over the phone.

"you don't need to do that," you sigh, "i'll come over in a bit, kay?"

"nine thirty?" he asks softly, and you agree before hanging up.

when nine thirty rolled around, you were dressed to kill — not literally unlike some people. just because you weren't going to fuck him doesn't mean you couldn't dress the part.

you pulled up outside of his home and you made your way to his doorstep; your high heels clicking on the pavement below you. he'd answered his door within seconds after you'd knocked, and he drank your appearance in.

"fuck, you look sexy," he said, biting his lip for a mere second, "come in."

"hello to you too, jackson." you say with a half smile as you playfully rolled your eyes, following him inside.

the moment you two were alone inside of his house, your hands were all over each other. of course, this wasn't supposed to happen — you were supposed to be "talking," but it seemed that neither of you wanted to face your feelings.

so, sex was the alternative. neither of you had to talk about your feelings or face the truth, and in the end, he got to cum and you got paid. it was a win win...kind of.

and this is how it continued for weeks. he'd call you up even though he swore that "this was the last time" every single time you two fucked, and he promised he was done with you and you promised you were done with him. he was in too deep, he knew he loved you, and you were too far gone — you knew you loved him, too.

he didn't know why he kept denying himself of being with you, and you didn't know why you allowed him to continue to drag the both of you down together. it was an awful thing, really. however, the cycle was never ending until one night, you decided you were through with it.

you decided your heart had gone through enough with him. this was supposed to be your job — you should have never let him string you along like this when you were falling in love. of course, you knew he felt the same way but you also knew he would never act on his feelings — he was too cold for that.

right?

so, you blocked him. you blocked his number and gave him radio silence, not bothering to give any explanation or second chances.

jackson hadn’t even realized you’d blocked him until his calls were not going through to your number, and his texts had turned green. he couldn’t believe you — the audacity!

of course, jackson was, well, jackson, and in typical stalker fashion, he had his ways of knowing absolutely everything about you, down to your exact address.

you were currently on your way home from seeing a client, and as you parked on your driveway, you noticed that the living room lights seemed to be on in your home. that's strange, you thought to yourself, i swear i turned off all the lights before i left.

you unlocked your front door, quietly making your way into your living room before letting out a shrill scream. you placed your hand right over your heart in surprise, "what the fuck," you huffed, "what are you doing in my house?"

jackson looked up at you from your couch with a smirk; he was always so cocky. "did you really think you could just block me, babydoll?" he cooed, getting up to approach you.

as much as you wanted to tell him off for literally breaking into your home, you also knew what he did for a living now. so, you figured maybe it was best not to argue with a potential serial assassin killer — he was trained in getting away with murder, after all.

"i can't keep doing this with you," you say softly, watching him as he towered over you, "i-i know you can, but i can't. it's just— i can't continue with you knowing that i, er, you know..."

"what, babydoll?" he says with a smirk, "come on, you can say it."

"knowing i, ugh, love you."

your words make him smile, and he places a hand on your cheek. "awe," he coos, "do you love me, babydoll? you just can't stop yourself from feeling this way about me? is that it?"

"jackson," you whined, but he pulled you in by your neck, "don't—"

"busy day, huh?" he says lowly, "how many guys did you see today?"

"ow," you whisper, "j-just one, we didn't even kiss—"

his grip on your neck became a little tighter, and he smirked down at you while your hands reached for his in an attempt to get him to let go. "well," he says softly, "consider that the last time you'll ever go out with another guy. fuck your job — you're mine."

gently, he lets go of your neck and decides to grab you by your waist instead, pulling your body flush against his. "what are you talking about?" you ask, resting your hands on his chest.

"can't you see what you do to me?" he whispered against your lips, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling away, "you wan't my love? fine by me, i'll give it to you, babydoll. but i don't share, and i'm never going to let you go."

the silence was eerie and the air was thick was tension, but you decided to throw caution to the wind that night.

"then don't." you whisper, and jackson instantly pulls you into a hungry kiss.

the two of you continue like this for a good while, making out against every wall in your damn house while stumbling up the stairs and desperately trying to get to your bedroom. between sloppy, heated kisses, and hands roaming over each others bodies, you finally make it to your bed (and what a miracle it was was). you straddled him on your bed as you push him onto the mattress softly.

he chuckles lowly, watching you throw your top off and revealing the gorgeous, hidden lace underneath. no matter how many times he'd seen this, he could never get tired of it — ever. his hands reached up to paw at your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"you're my girl," he sighs, "gonna show you off every fucking day, take you with me everywhere i go, every time i have a...job to do."

you giggle and help him take his suit jacket off, and unbutton his shirt along with slipping off his tie. once the two of you were fully undressed, just in your undergarments, he flipped you over so that your back was pressed into the mattress.

"say you fucking love me — say it." he growls, slipping your panties off in a rush.

"i do," you whimper, "i love you, jackson."

"good fucking girl," he groans, freeing his cock as the pre cum leaked from his pink tip, "who do you belong to?"

as he lined his cock up with your drooling entrance, you sighed, "you, i belong to you."

"that's right, babydoll." he tells you, finally pushing himself into you.

your back instinctively arches at the feeling of his fat cock filling you up fully, and even though he's fucked you on countless occasions, he always stretched your cunt out perfectly. your dripping hole was wrapped around his cock and he didn't wait a single second before setting a soft but deep pace.

"fuck, baby," he groaned, "look at how well you take my cock. it's like you were made to be my little whore."

his degrading (but also, really hot?!) words had you clenching down on him, causing both of you to let out choked moans. "you like it, don't you?" he asked, "you love being mine."

"yes!" you wailed out, "m-mhm! i love it, jackson, i love you!"

"i know you do," he cooed as he continued to push deeper and deeper into your cunt, "don't worry, babydoll, i love you too."

you whine as he continued to fuck you into oblivion, his hands coming to wrap around your leg as he hooked it over his shoulder. the new angle was mind-blowing in every way. so deep, so pleasurably painful.

you were already about to cum — but he didn't show any signs of stopping. "please," you breathlessly moan, "s-so close, ohmygod—"

"already?" he teases, "oh, babydoll. you needed to be fucked by me, didn't you? go on, show me how good my cock makes you feel."

you panted and moaned his name over and over again, and your eyes rolled back into your head. with your eyes closed, you couldn't see it — but he had the biggest, cockiest grin on his face as he watched you lose yourself from the way he was fucking you.

you couldn't find it in yourself to formulate any words as his cock drilled you senselessly, and all you could offer was broken, choked moans and breathily spoken pleas of his name. jackson was high off the way you were reacting to his very touch — he'd never seen you like this before.

usually, you two would have pretty rough sex, but this was something else. sure, it was rough but there was something else lingering in the air; love, perhaps?

yes — love.

"shit," he breathily spoke, "m'gonna cum inside- fuuuck."

as you were busy coming undone on his thick cock, he felt himself slowly tip over the edge, coming closer and closer to his own release. after a few more lazy thrusts, he was pouring himself into you with a low groan.

he pulled out after he was sure he'd filled your pussy up with every last drop of himself, and you could feel his cum dripping out of your spent cunt. he bit his lip at the sight of it — his sticky, warm fluids seeping out of your pretty pussy, mixing with your arousal. it was sending jackson into overdrive.

as he laid down beside you, he watched you closely as you crawled over and snuggled into his side. with a gentle sigh, he wrapped his arm around you tightly, holding you against him tenderly for once. jackson wasn't one to be very loving, like, at all. however, he couldn't deny that with you, he couldn't stop himself.

neither of you could take the pain of going without each other forever, and both of you knew you'd never find someone better because you were right for each other.

the silence in your bedroom was peaceful — not a word was said but all the love was there. neither of you had to say anything aloud for it to be understood.

and though it took some time for jackson to be able to articulate the feelings he was going through, once he did, there was no stopping him. you could never change his mind now — you were his, and he was yours. jackson would kill for you.

you could even say that he would die for you, too.

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[spookwyrdie]

I love love love the subby Seungmin fic🤤, like you're literally too good at making your writing so compelling?🥰 Like idk the correct for for it but it's like crack to me😖🥴 Can i please bring to your attention Minnie's pouty lips? Like literally every time he speaks his lips just pucker up in the cutest way and I lowkey am curious to see how mean Dom reader would tease him about how slutty he's being, acting as if he wants everyone to kiss his pretty pretty lips and just kissing and biting them until they are red and swollen and marked as readers'. And Seungmin loving the feeling of being owned and just melting at the degradation repeating drunkenly over and over about how he doesn't want anyone to kiss him but you cuz he's your little slut. And later reader reassuring him that they didn't mean it and that they love Minnie's lips and cute mannerisms just as it is. 🥰

Hey Anonnie🥰 I love the sub Seungmin requests, they're always so fun to write.

Because You're My...?

genre: smut, fluff if you squint // word count: 1.1k // warnings: adult dialogue, sexual themes, noona kink, subby idol!seungmin, biting, degradation, a dash of puppy play //a/n: This isn't explicit in the sense that they're just kissing, but there's Stuff. Things. Enjoy!

Seungmin is really hamming it up on this variety show. When he talks, his lips pucker up naturally, the tint of his lips pink and shiny. When he smiles, his whole face lights up, his teeth straight and white, even when he tends to cover it. When he speaks though, even when he tries to keep his face neutral, he’s pushing his lips out.

Sometimes when he’s annoyed, he even runs his tongue over his bottom lip, just showing off how wet and plump it is. Is he really simpering for the audience right now, playing innocent? Standing off stage, watching behind the camera with the rest of the team, you feel your blood boil. Who’s he showing off for? Those lips are for you and you alone.

Once they call for a break, he jogs over to the team, making a beeline to you with a big grin on his face. He cocks his head to the side, giving you confused puppy eyes when he notices your irritated expression. You grab onto his wrist and drag him behind you, making excuses about fixing something on his jacket.  Instead, you find an empty green room. Pushing him inside, closing the door with your foot. 

“Y/n, wh-”

“Shh, I don’t want to hear any excuses,” you snap, squeezing his cheeks with your hand so his lips purse.

“Excutheth for wha-” he tries to say with his face in your hand.

“Excuses for being such a pouty little whore on camera.”

He wiggles out of your grasp, rolling his eyes. “I wasn’t pouting on camera.”

“Yes, you were,” you poke him in the chest, walking him backwards until his back finds the wall. “Who are you trying to get to kiss you?”

“No one!” he starts to blush as you press your body up against his. 

“That’s not what it looked like,” you sneer. “You’re just acting like a slut.”

“I’m not a sl-” he starts to whine, but you clap a hand over his mouth. 

“Shh! You have to keep your voice down,” you whisper. “The door is unlocked, do you want someone to find us?”

He shakes his head and you release him, trailing your fingers down his cheek. He’s already panting when he whispers, “Noona, I only want you to kiss me.”

You lean in, “The way you were licking your lips, puckering up while you were talking? I think you want anyone to use this pretty little mouth.” 

“I don’t do it on purpose! I used to have braces, it’s just -”

“Excuses are slut behavior. You’ll let anyone have a little taste?”

“N-no,” he whimpers. “Only you.”

With your thumb, you smear the lip tint he has on. “Only me?”

“Yes, Noona, only you.”

You surge into him, your mouth finding his as he groans into your sudden, harsh kiss. His mouth opens to whine, giving you the opportunity and permission to deepen the kiss, lashing your tongue against his. He melts into your touch, his hands grasping at your back, fingers digging into your skin. He scratches his short nails into you as he moans, losing his mind as he presses further into you. You slip your hand into his hair and pull, tilting his head back suddenly.

His mouth disconnects from yours briefly, trying to catch his breath. But that’s not what you have in mind for him, pulling him back down to meet your lips again, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and nipping hard. He squeaks at the sudden deluge of pain and pleasure as you soothe the sharp pain with your tongue. You capture his lip again between your teeth lightly as you pull back, his eyes fluttering as you tug his lip towards you. 

“I don’t know,” you say as you release his lip. Seungmin has a hazed out look in his eyes as he follows trails after you, chasing your lips. “I think only little sluts kiss like that.”

“No!” he cries, wild emotions erupting in his chest. Calling him names like this makes him feel bad…but also good? You’re giving him so much attention, lavishing him with contact, controlling him. He feels his knees weaken when you call him a whore. He starts to grow hard in his jeans, a fizzing sensation pulsing through him as you lay your claim to his mouth. He wants to be so good for you, but he can’t deny the adrenaline rushing through his body at your insults.

“Who do these lips belong to?” you whisper, pressing feather light kisses along his jaw. 

“YOU!” he cries, rutting his hips into you. The way you control his every move, teasing him with your mouth alone, drives him mad. “Please!”

“Please what, puppy?” you say as you pull back to look at him. His eyes widen at the use of the pet name, unlocking a new kind of desire. He’s your puppy, he wants you to own him. 

“Please…” he starts, nervous about what he’s about to say. “Let me be yours.”

The feeling in your chest is overwhelming, like your heart could burst. A smile blooms on your face, a faint flush darkens your cheeks. 

“You want to be mine?” you say, tracing the shape of his top lip with your finger, mesmerized by how red and swollen they look. 

Seungmin nods, eyes not leaving your face. You snake your hand down to his jaw, holding it in place, adoration on your face. His whole mouth is covered in the lip tint he had on for the cameras. It’ll look terrible when he returns, but you want the world to know that you own this mouth. 

“And you’re not going to be a dumb little whore anymore in front of other people?”

“No, never. Only for you, Noona,” he pants, leaning into your touch.

“Because…?”

He looks at you, confusion in his eyes as he tries to break through some of the arousal pumping through his veins to understand your question.

“Because?” he repeats.

“Is my dumb little slut already gone, just from a few kisses?” you chuckle at him. “Because you’re my…”

“Because I’m… your… puppy?”

You grin as you lean down to kiss him, capturing his lips gently this time. He hisses at the soreness of his lip, but it turns to a moan as you use your tongue to dull the pain. The languid pace has him melting in your grasp for other reasons, his heart beating erratically in his chest.

“Then you better learn how to stop pouting when you talk,” you murmur against his lips. “These lips are for me.”

~

[masonmontz]

heeey, how are you? hope you like this one :)

english is not my first language, i’m sorry if you see something wrong

angst

word count: 3.275k

part 2 SOON

Manchester is your home for years and one of your favorite places in the world, not just because of the beautiful places but all your friends and your favorite people are there too. Your family always come to visit you and finally you don’t feel alone being there.

You were 23 when you move from London to Manchester, you got a place on a cooking course you've been dreaming about for a long time and you had to move.

But you had to leave some things behind.

Or someone.

You met Mason when you were twenty-two and he was eighteen, four years younger but he was your favorite since the day you two met. He was funny and gentle and it was no surprise when you were totally in love with him, even though he's three years younger. In fact, he had a little trouble winning you over since you were reluctant about the age difference.

But how can you not fall in love with Mason Mount?

Things were going very well between you two. You loved his family and they loved you, just as your family loved him too - especially your father and brother, who were true football fans.

But just like everything in life, bad times come and cannot be avoided.

You had already taken some cooking courses and were always studying in search of knowledge, but the one in Manchester was a real dream and you could even have the chance to open your own business when you graduated.

You still remember the conversation with Mason when you decided to move.

6 YEARS AGO

“I passed the course in Manchester.” you say, lying in Mason’s chest. You've been waiting for the results for a few days and yesterday you finally got the answer, but you haven't told Mason anything until now.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” he asks and you agree, smiling at him. “I knew it. I’m so happy for you, love.” He hugs you and leaves a kiss on your forehead, celebrating with you.

“Yeah, I was afraid I wouldn't get a place on the course but I’m happy now” You get out of bed and look for your pj’s that were thrown across the room as soon as Mason arrived at your apartment.

“You didn't believe me when I said you could do it.” He says and sits on your bed, sleepy, after a game against Arsenal in North London and spend some hours in your bed, he was totally tired.

You look at him. He yawns and you look at his beautiful face, with almost no beard because he's young, the messy hair and his body wearing nothing under the sheets. You feel like you might start crying at the beautiful sight, a sight only you see when you two are lost in your own world.

“You’re right.” You say and go to the kitchen just to get a glass of water. Your heart races. You feel Mason approaching before you even see him, he holds you by your waist, leaving a kiss on the back of your neck. “We need to talk, Mase.”

“U-hu.” He agrees and goes to the fridge, looking for something to eat. “About what?”

“About us.” You say and he stares at you. “I’m moving to Manchester.”

“I know babe, but I can drive, you can drive here, there's also the train and I don't have games every day.” You shake your head, knowing this won't work. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I don’t think this is gonna work, Mase.”

“Y/N, what?” He looks lost and dropped his food on the counter, sitting on a chair. “We are not breaking up.”

“Yes Mason, we are.” Your voice shakes and you feel a tear run down your face.

Mason doesn't say anything, and neither do you. You walk up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, but he pushes you away, not wanting your touch.

“Mase, please” You speak with a tearful voice.

“Why, Y/N? Why?” He asks, looking at you. Your heart breaks into a million pieces when you see tears falling down his face too. “Are you going to give up on us like this? You'll only be there for a year, for god's sake!”

“Mason, what if I move there permanently? What would we do? See each other just on our vacations?” You shouted at him, making him startle at your tone. “Sorry.”

“We would find a way.” He says and you cry harder, closing your eyes and listening to his cry. “You're not even giving us another chance.”

“Don’t say that, Mase.” You say and he gets up from his chair, walking past you. “You are so young, you have so much to enjoy with your friends, with Chelsea. You won't be able to do this stuck with me.”

“What the fuck, I'm not stuck with you, I'm with you because I love you.” He yells at you, crying.

“You’re just nineteen, you don’t know anything about love.” You know you've crossed the line, but you're not in a position to control the words that come out of your mouth.

“Yeah, right, I'm just a silly boy who liked an older woman. I’m just fun for her.”

“Mason, that’s not true.” You follow him as he goes to your room, picking up his own clothes from the floor and putting them on, completely ignoring you. “Mason, listen to me.”

“No, Y/N.” He says and picks up his backpack from the floor where he brought his clothes. “I feel so stupid. I would never give up on us the same way you are doing now.”

“You don’t understand.” You yell at him once again.

“Cause I’m just nineteen, yeah?” He laughs ironically, but the tears don’t stop falling. “Don't you think I could make you happy?”

“I never said that, Mason.”

“It doesn’t matter now, I’m leaving.” He says and walks to the door, but turns one last time to look at you. “I don’t think I can love another person in the same way I love you. I gave my heart to you and you didn't do it the same way.”

“I’m sorry.” You speak quietly, but you know he heard you. “I love you Mason.”

“I don’t think you do.”

NOW

The course lasted a year and after that one of the professors invited you to work with him. You worked at his restaurant for almost three years until you finally opened your own business. The salary was incredible and you were able to save it until you had enough money to open your cafe, a place where you serve lunch, sandwiches and had the best pastry shop in Manchester - according to your customers.

“So, when are you going to a Manchester United game with me?” Emily, your employee, asks.

“Uh, never.” You answer her. “You know I don’t like football.”

“I know, but Sunday is my birthday and I really want you there with me and my friends.”

“Your teenage friends?”

“Alright, I know you are older but you are really cool and they like you too as much as I do.”

“I mean, I could be your mother.”

“Oh, shut up, you’re just twenty-nine.” She laughs. “Y/N, please, you are always wonderful with me, you are funny and I will really appreciate it if you go.”

“I’m not going to the game, but I promise I’m coming to the party at the club, okay?”

“Perfect.” She turns and goes to a table to serve a customer. You sigh.

You actually like football, but football reminds you of the past, a past that took you a long time to forget. Or to leave aside.

You suffered a lot when things ended between you and Mason, it was very difficult living alone in Manchester in the first few months and most days you just wanted to call him and tell how much you missed him.

A few days after you broke up, Mason removed you from social media and you avoided him everywhere, even his family.

Time passes, wounds heal.

You made real friends in Manchester, you were really happy to have such special people. It wasn't always possible to avoid the news and sometimes you'd see Mason on television at a game, in an interview or on a gossip channel.

Even your friends commented on him, as they didn't know he was your ex-boyfriend. You ignored every time a friend said he was the most handsome player in the Premier League, that they would like to spend a night with him or the times they commented about women he was shagging.

There were many women.

And about a year ago he became a Manchester United player.

You heard all over town that Mason Mount was the team's new midfielder, but you also heard people commenting that he was a traitor, a snake. Luckily, you never saw him around Manchester and you would never go to a game knowing you would see him in person for the first time in years.

“Heey, Y/N. I’m so happy you are here.” Emily say as soon as she sees you. She stumbles and seems more excited than ever. “Wow, you are very beautiful.”

“Thank you, Em.” You say, looking at yourself. You are wearing a short, tight pink dress. Loose hair and heels that will hurt your feet. The result looked great to you in the mirror. Emily hugs you.

“Are you drunk?” You ask and she agrees, laughing. “Oh my God.”

“Let’s have fun, please, don’t be and old lady tonight.”

“I’m sorry. I’m gonna get myself a drink.”

You go to the bar and buy a drink, going back to the place reserved for Emily's party. She invited a lot of people, you recognize most of them, since they always go to see Emily at work. Some of her friends talk to you, but most of the time you just watch the various people dancing on the dance floor while you sip your drink.

“Y/N, how are you?” Lucca, one of her friends, comes closer to you.

“Hi Lucca, I’m fine, and you?” He agrees and you realize he's drunk too.

“I always thought you were pretty, you know?” You take a sip of your drink to keep from laughing at him. “But I don't have the courage to ask you out.”

“I’m sorry Lucca, how old are you?”

“I’m eighteen.”

“Yeah, I’m twenty-nine, nothing will happen.” He grimaces but agrees.

“Oh, everybody stay calm, Manchester United players are here.” Emily appears, celebrating that her team is here. “Oh, they probably have a reserved seat.”

“Hey, don't get upset, enjoy your birthday." You say.

But now you only think about leaving, even without knowing if he's here. You refuse to look at the entrance and see the players. You don't know if you're ready to see Mason again after so many years. You don't even know if he remembers you after so many women in his bed.

You can see Emily and her friends get embarrassed as the players walk past you, showing off to them. You hold your breath as you see those tall men walking past you, but you still turn your back as they pass to the place reserved for them. When Emily turns to face the players who passed by, you sigh when you realize there are none left.

“I'll get another drink.” You say but no one hears you because of the loud music.

As you take two steps to the bar, someone bumps into you hard, making you stumble forward and bump into someone else. A large hand holds your wrist and stops you from falling or tripping again.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

But it was too late to run away.

Because it's Mason in front of you. Holding you. His face is as shocked as yours.

Your heart races seeing the man you loved there in front of you. That's what he is now, a man, no longer a boy.

“Y/N?” He looks confused and lost and you know you have the same expression in your face. “What are you doing here?”

“Mason, hey.” You say, panting. “I didn't expect to see you.”

You can see from the corner of your eyes that Emily is shocked along with her friends, staring at you and Mason.

“Uh, I- I don’t know. Nice to see you.” He says and you can see his cheek turn red. “Can I hug you?”

You look at him for a few seconds, but nod with a shy smile. He comes over and gives you a big hug, holding you by the waist while placing his head on your neck. You feel his hands shaking, but you're just as nervous as he is.

“I can believe you are here.” He lets you go, giving you a smile.

“Yeah, it's my friend's birthday.” You point at Emily and her eyes widen when Mason turns and looks at her, waving at her quickly.

“Nineteen?” He says when he sees the balloons with the numbers.

“Yeah, she's my employee too, that's why I'm here.” You say and see some people surrounding you, probably wanting to take a picture with Mason. “I'll leave you alone, I'm going to the bar to get a drink.”

Mason looks like he wants to say something but someone interrupts him, so you turn your back and walk to the bar.

You need fresh air, to be honest.

The bar was full but you found a place to sit and ask the barman for a drink. It’s hard to know what feelings you are feeling right now, not because of the time you spent apart, but because you were sure you had no feelings for him right now. Totally wrong.

Everything you felt when you broke up came to you like a shot.

When the barman handed you your drink, you thanked him and turned back to Emily. She and her friends were talking very loud about the players and you tried to ignore them, but failed.

“Y/N, can you tell me, please, what Mason was saying to you?” She begged. “Why did he gave you a hug?”

“Cause we know each other.” She doesn't look convinced. “I’m from London.”

“Why didn't you ever tell me you knew him?”

“It’s not a big deal, Em.” She shrugs and takes the drink from your hand.

“Let’s do shots.”

An hour later you could barely see straight. Emily made you take five shots of tequila and you don't know how you'll work tomorrow. You didn't see Mason after you met him the first time and you were relieved about that.

You were happy when Emily's older brother arrived with his girlfriend and you could talk to two older people, but they were drunk as you and the conversations were messed up.

“Why are these players so hot?” Sarah, a friend of Emily, says to you. “I mean, they have those big legs and muscular arms, so, so hot.” She points to a place you hadn’t see yet and your eyes go straight to Mason, who is talking to a beautiful woman and one of the players.

Maybe it's the fact that you're drunk, but he looks so handsome that you can't stop staring at him. He is wearing a white shirt, pants and white sneakers. No one can look this good in simple clothes.

“I agree.” Mason seems to feel your gaze on him and turns his head, his gaze meeting yours and making him smile shyly. You try to hide it and feel your cheek turn red when he sees you. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

The place is full of people and you have a little trouble finding the bathroom, but you do and stay there for a few seconds, a little away from the noise and crowd. You feel dizzy and decide to get water.

But when you leave the bathroom, even with a few people in the small hallway, you can see Mason standing there, leaning against the wall. His face lights up when he sees you walking up to him.

“Hey, I thought you left.” He says, smiling again.

“No, I’m just feeling dizzy after all those drinks.”

“You’re okay?” He looks worried, but you nod and say you're fine.

“Yeah, it’s late and I think I’m going home now.”

“I can take you home, I'm leaving too.”

“No, Mase, it’s not necessary. I’ll call a taxi.”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I didn't drink and I can take you home safe.” He doesn't seem like he's going to give up on the idea and you finally agree.

“Just let me say goodbye to Emily.” He agrees and follows you there. You can perfectly feel his body almost touching yours as you walk towards you friend.

“Em, I’m going home.” You give her a hug and say goodbye to her other friends, but before you leave, she pulls you by the arm.

“What is Mason Mount doing here?” She asks.

“He’s driving me home.”

“I bet you have a lot to tell me tomorrow.”

“That’s a nice place.” Mason says when he finally finishes looking around your apartment. “Feeling better?” You mumble, still lying on the couch.

The ride home was fine until you felt sick from the drinks you had. Mason stopped the car in the middle of the road for you to vomit and it was the most humiliating moment of your life.

“I’m too old for this.” Mason laughs and sits on the couch next to you. Even after he dropped you off at home, you told him he could leave, but he didn't want to leave you alone. How embarrassing is it to throw up in front of your ex boyfriend?

“You’re not old. You've never been a person who can handle a lot of drinks, have you?”

“You’re right.” You close your eyes. “Really Mason, you can go if you want, I’m feeling better.”

“No. I’m staying with you.” He says and you look at him. “I’m happy to see you tonight.”

You smile softly at him, sitting on the couch.

“I really thought I'd never see you again, Y/N.” He sighs and scratches his hair. “I was very sad when we broke up, maybe I said the wrong things but then I understood that it was the best choice for our relationship. It would never work out apart from each other.”

“For a long time I wondered if I had made the right choice.”

“You did, and I thank you for it.” He places a hand on your knee, which is resting close to him. “But I missed you so much at first. Mum didn't know what to do to cheer me up. I took it all out on the field.”

“I’m sorry, Mason.” You say and he looks at you. “I missed you too, so much. I was alone here and had no one to talk.” You start. “But I wouldn't do anything different. I built something and you have an incredible career now, maybe if we were together you wouldn't have any of this.”

“Yeah, but now I think London doesn't like me so much.” He confesses. “Things got bad at Chelsea, I let a lot of people down.”

“I heard something about that.” You approach him, hugging him and laying your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for that too.”

“It’s fine, I’m happy here.” He leaves a kiss in your hair and you pull away.

“Things will be fine, Mason, you'll see.”

[chewnotchoke]

boynextdoor when you make them jealous on purpose

warnings: none!

scenario: prank flirting with your guy friend (who's actually gay) in front of your boyfriend



more under the cut!

sungho

𓍯 not afraid to voice it out, his gaze pierces through like he's about to reach his limit. he taps his fingers on the table consecutively while watching you touch the arm of your guy friend in front of him "are you being serious right now, y/n?” he mouths his words. "why?" you shrugged your shoulders and laughed like you didn't understand.

𓍯 he hurriedly types and sends you a text message saying "babe, that's not..." and when you just peeked over your screen and ignored his message got him fuming.

𓍯 he's actually not the type to get Jealous jealous but he sure is bothered by it so when he looks like he's about to get upset, you scoot over to his side to kiss his cheeks. "i'm just joking, sungho."

𓍯 "were you? no you're not! i don't think you were..." he refuses to believe because he's still upset and sulking. "yes, baby. you know i would never do that with anyone. i promise." his eyes starts looking at you as if he wants more attention. "i dont think one kiss is enough though."

riwoo

𓍯 you had mix of emotions swirling within you—fear, and excitement. to be honest, this prank got you thinking twice because it may not look like it, but riwoo looks really terrifying when he's jealous.

𓍯 when he noticed that you're leaning towards your guy friend in a suspicious amount of times while laughing, he eyes your hands, cotinuously touching the biceps of your friend, and then back to you.

𓍯 he gets a little quiet and becomes more observant, like every move and touch is a big deal to him. he would look out of the window with an inaudible sigh coming out from his mouth and say "ah, really...are you forgetting that's my girlfriend?" and it becomes obvious from the tone of his voice that he's getting riled up. "babe, it's just a prank and yes i'm your girlfriend."

𓍯 takes quite a while for you to show affection so he could stop sulking but he actually feels a little better the moment you reassure him while caressing his face. he becomes a little pouty when you cup his cheeks with your palms "are you sure it was a prank? you look all over him!" and then starts getting talkative again (it means he wants you to keep baby-ing him)

jaehyun

𓍯 also vocal. vocal about complaining. he gets jealous to a certain extent. he's not fazed when it happens once or twice, but thrice? he'd try to block the two of you with his arms in between and would go like "yo, yo, yo! distance please!" he grins sarcastically.

𓍯 he's pretty much cool with your guy friend but always reminds him to know his boundaries and that a friend is just a friend. "but friends can do this right?" you joked, linking your arm around your friend's and leaning your head on his shoulder. jaehyun pauses to the sight of the two of you.

𓍯 "hey, come on! i'm not a toxic boyfriend but that's not just right! don't you think?" he stands up, pointing to the two of you.

𓍯 in denial about what he's seeing so when you told him it was a prank, he also was having a hard time to believe you. he has mino trust issues so :(

𓍯 remember the face jaehyun made when taesan accidentally switched to back cam during their weverse live? yeah, like that.

taesan

𓍯 he knows you too well, and so he knows you aren't really touchy with other people, and even to taesan himself. so when he catches you being too comfortable around your guy friend he knows something is not right

𓍯 "what did you just do?" he speaks in a low voice, innocently asking, one corner of lips quirked up. "hm? what?" you slightly leaned your heard forwards, pretending to be confused. "nothing." he shook his head.

𓍯 at first, he thought he was just tweaking. but when your guy friend suddenly pats your head, something in him was provoked. he pokes his cheek with his tongue, eyes looking away. "this guy must think i'm a joke." he thought.

𓍯 "stop that? it's not funny." taesan's obviously irritated, and you felt like a few more touches would make him blow up. "alright, alright it was just a prank, babe."

𓍯 he doesn't calm down right away but a few kisses would work, right?

leehan

𓍯 takes a while for him to fall for the prank. he looks at you two without any visible expressions on his face. he tries to hold it back as much as he can.

𓍯 when it gets too much for him, he doesn't even bat a single eye at all. you try to catch his attention with a few touches with your friend but his eyes were glued on his phone.

𓍯 this guy is michievous and thinks of a way to retaliate right away, so when he looks like he wasn't bothered, you start to wonder because the leehan you know would not let it slide.

𓍯 you try to make your actions more obvious so he would notice and get a reaction, but leehan...doesn't utter a single word

𓍯 a little later, he suddenly calls someone on his phone, his voice louder than usual to get the same attention you were looking from him. "ah, hey! i was wondering if you're free later? wanna grab some lunch with me?" when you try to steal his phone from him, he blocks your hand, failing with your attempt. "what? go flirt with your friend, and i'll do the same too."

𓍯 when you got sulky, leehan shows you his blank screen, showing that he was calling no one and you got pranked instead.

woonhak

𓍯 when he's jealous, he doesn't open up to you about it. one thing he always do is he walks out of the situation so he wouldn't feel worse. but this time, woonhak was just sitting in front, trying to keep up with you and your friend.

𓍯 when you were pretending to be all over you friend, his eyes wanders around the place because he doesn't want to keep thinking about it and replay it in his mind

𓍯 he only confronts you afterwards and tells you everything he saw, and when you try to hold his hand, he backs away because he's upset about it.

𓍯 "weren't you too touchy with your friend earlier?" he drops the question, avoiding your touch and stare. "were you jealous?" you teased him, attempting to intertwine your fingers with him. "nope."

𓍯 "you clearly are." giggling, you try again to poke his cheeks. "i'm not." tilting his head away so you couldn't poke him. "it was a prank, woonhak. he likes men, and i like you. i was trying to make you jealous because you look so cute."

𓍯 he frowned and sulked, "do i look cute when i'm about to go insane?" you cling onto his arms, "yes, because you're a baby."

𓍯 "i'm not a baby!"

"not even my baby?"

"i am your baby..."

[kooqitas]

#pairing: teacher!jungkook x reader.

#genre: smut | #w.c: ~2200

#synopsis: after everything that happened in the classroom, jungkook invites you to have a drink at his apartment, and of course, you wouldn't miss the chance to fuck with your criminal law teacher again.

#warnings: vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, humiliation, overstimulation, creampie, pet names, anal mention, squirting.

#notes: not proofread, english isn't my first language!

★ read part 1 here | ★ m.list | inbox :D

you took a deep breath as you rang the doorbell. you couldn't deny it, you were nervous as hell. there was a huge difference between being in a classroom and at jungkook's home, and you took a deep breath when you heard the door being unlocked.

jungkook came, a few seconds later and the first thing you notice was how pretty your teacher is, fuck!

unlike criminal law classes, jungkook didn’t wear a formal clothes. he just wore a shirt and sweatpants. and he was fucking hot.

the second thing you noticed was how many tattoos he have. in all over his right arm… you knew he had some tattoos because he sometimes slipped through his shirt sleeve, but you never thought he would have his arm all covered.

“hi, you came!” he said, holding your waist and giving your cheek a kiss. “i’m cooking!”

jungkook was fragrant, and seeing him in a casual style was turning all your  nervousness into pure arousal. then you smiled upon entering the apartment, noticing that everything there smelled like jungkook.

honestly, when you fucked with your teacher you thought it was just a only one sex, so being in his apartment now is something… unexpected.

but good, really good!

“dry or smooth wine?” jungkook asked to you.

“oh, whatever!”

“do you want a drink? if you want i can do a caipirinha, pina colada, maybe skinny bitch or cuba libre, i don’t know…” jungkook seemed to be trying to please you, and you definitely felt things from that.

“no, relax, don’t worry, i like smooth wine.”

“right!” jungkook said, taking the wine out of the fridge and smiling at you. “god, you are so fucking pretty!” he served you, pulling out the chair for you to sit at the kitchen counter.

you talked for a few minutes, jungkook was really different from 'mrs jeon', there in his kitchen, he just seemed like a very attractive guy who flirts with you and not the teacher who fucked you in the classroom.

he was so handsome, the way he smiled and had fun, without the authoritarian tone he used in the classroom, you didn't know this side of jungkook, but you were certainly loving getting to know like that.

you ate, drank and lay on the couch to watch a movie together, but the situation made you a little strange, and jungkook noticed.

“are you okay, baby?” he asked, stopping the caress he was making with his fingertips on your thigh.

“yes… just…”

“just?”

“i just thought that you invited me to… to fuck…” 

your own sincerity scared you, but it was true, jungkook was being docile and affectionate, totally different from the man who fucked you hard on the classroom table. what’s happening?

“oh… and is right!” he confessed. “but i like to talk with you too… is just… i thought you wanted some atmosphere for this so i cooked it and… anyway…”

jungkook raised his body a little, pressing yours.

“i just say ‘hi’ and take you to my bed?” he laughed.

“oh, i want this atmosphere too, but i jut thought that you just…”

“hm… yeah.” you admitted.

“i could do that but, i like the atmosphere here now, all the tension before we make the sex even better, don't you think, sweetheart?”

“yes…”

“but my nasty little girl can't wait to get a good rough fuck, right?”

your stomach dropped at jungkook's words, getting worse as he sneaked closer to you. you just gasped. 

“i made a question, whore!”

jungkook's eye changed completely, it was dark, black, a malice that in all those moments wasn't present there, jungkook looked like he would devour you at any moment.

and well... he would…

“i had all the trouble of making dinner, and all you can think about is my cock?”

he asked, clearly judging you. the hairs on the back of your neck standing up at the rude tone of voice he uses.

the tone of his voice made a vibration in your belly, having jungkook talking to you like that was taking away your sanity. you stared at his tattooed arm, it being the first time you had seen him, you knew the law professor had some, but you didn't expect his arm to be completely closed. god, there wasn't a blank space there, that was fucking hot. 

imagine his tattooed arm circling your waist as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you, calling you all the dirty things you love so much…

“is that?” his large hand clamped down on your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes brimming with lust.

“y-yes.” you shamefully confessed. “i want your cock.”

jungkook slid his thumb into your mouth “i took great care to prepare dinner, and all you were thinking about was dick, disgusting slut.”

you moaned when you felt the thumb in your mouth, sucking it eagerly, making jungkook smile "you're so easy... i bet that pussy is already soaked, right?"

but before you could respond, he placed his lip on yours, violently, his tongue sliding into your mouth with dominance as he sucked on your wet muscle.

the smacks of the kiss becoming more and more audible as well as the panting of both of you as jungkook dominated you even more and more, his hot tongue exploring every corner of your mouth and sucking yours so voraciously.

jungkook grabbed your hair, pulling your body onto his, and when you sat on his lap he slapped your ass loudly.

“then that's it? do you like being fucked by me?” 

jungkook said pulling down your panties without removing your skirt, his agility was something that impressed you, but you weren't going to ask about it, not now.

you pulled his shirt, seeing your teacher's naked torso for the first time, damn, jungkook was hot as hell. you had an idea of ​​what it was like since the shirts he wore were always tight, but seeing it live was much better.

“do you like it?” he joked.

“so much…”

he made a small tear in your shirt when he went to expose your tits, but before you could complain, jungkook put the left one in his mouth and played with your nipple.

the hot tongue surrounding the peak of your tits made you shudder, especially when he gave light bites around it. you didn't even notice when you started riding on top of jungkook.

"my slut always desperate for my cock, hm?" jungkook said, giving a weak slap in your face.

you felt a finger brush your wet hole, but contrary to what you expected, he didn't penetrate you, jungkook just continued playing there, watching your legs tremble above him where he laughed.

“honestly? i thought your dream was to have me fuck you in my class, but apparently you just want to be fucked everywhere.”

“please…” you begged him. 

“please what? what my dumb slut want?”

“i need you.”

“last time your sweet pussy take my fat cock so good, can you do this again?” he asked, remembering the hot sex you had in the classroom last time.

“yes, yes, please.”

jungkook was aggressive when he got out from under your body and pushed you against the couch, making you stay in doggy style for him, your skirt up, your shirt down. you just obeyed, staying in the position he left you in.

he pinched your clit again, just like he had done the first time, making you let out a little scream that mixed pain and pleasure.

"today i'm going to eat that little pussy in every position, honey!” he kissed your hole. “i'm gonna fill you up so much that my cum is going to leak all over the house, i'm going to fuck you in every room."

he hit your ass hard, then caressed the red spot only to hit you again, your body was part of the sofa, you couldn't see much, you just felt it.

“i always wanted to give you private lessons, my favorite student.” that's what jungkook said while penetrating you. “you are my fucking dream. i was always desperate to get into this pussy.”

he started slowly, widening your hole in a loving way, you feeling every inch of his fat cock opening you.

“so good to me, god!”

but you knew that wouldn't last long, and when he pulled your hair you were sure.

jungkook pushed your head against the upholstery of the sofa as he entered you without any delicacy.

"that whore's pussy opens easily for my cock, desperate to be filled."

the hand let go of your hair to squeeze your neck, while the other played with painful pinches on your swollen nipples.

jungkook took you to the limit quickly, his body with violence on yours was driving you insane, you couldn't even reason, you just wanted more and more of him. his thick cock stretching you completely, you felt it moving in and out in such a delicious way that you never wanted it to end.

"today i'm only going to stop eating your pussy when i want, you're my fucking toy!"

he kissed you half desperately, pulling your body back as he thrust into you. his hand tightened even more around her neck, in an attempt to keep you in place while he devoured you, he smiled with each swallowed moan.

“god, i love your cock.” you moaned as he let go of you to finally breathe.

“you’re squeezing my cock so hard. how can a cumslut be so tight?”

“yes, only mine, only i can fill all your holes.”

“your cumslut.”

you felt his heavy balls hitting your ass, and the violence with which he held you on the couch hurt, but not in a bad way.

“my best student, hm? since i saw you for the first time i imagined you like that while i fucked you watching you moan like a bitch in heat. my bitch in heat. my toy.”

the hand that was mistreating your nipples went down to your clitoris, making circular movements there.

“ju-jungkook! oh!” you screamed.

“you don't even need a note, you just let me fuck you because you need cock to live well, right? need my cock.”

jungkook lost a little control when he felt the pleasure take over his own body, he felt like an animal, fucking you like a desperate, the sofa dragging across the room and most likely scratching the floor, but he didn't stop, he needed to fill up you, he needed to make you overflow with his sperm and shake saying you couldn't take it anymore.

“jungkook, i'm gonna-”

“i want you to squirt on my couch, i want you to spread all your liquid on it, can you do that for me, hm?”

jungkook continued thrusting into you, literally howling as the circles on your clit become more and more relaxed.

you cummed, body shaking and relaxing but jungkook didn’t stop, he continues thrusting into you. you moaning louder and louder as you feel your own cum helping his cock slide quickly inside you, moaning as you feel your legs shake with the touch of your swollen clitoris.

“you know what i want, don't be useless, give me that”

the overstimulation hit you hard, the line between pain and pleasure blurred and you didn't know if you were in heaven or hell.

in a reflex of sensitivity you tried to move jungkook's body away from yours, but he just laughed, continuing to thrust hard, and mentally you were grateful for that, after all you had a safe word if you needed it.

that wasn't the case.

your body was still shaking from the orgasm and jungkook was still brutally thrusting into you, his finger circled your clit again and you moaned completely disconnected words.

"come on, princess, i know you can do it"

the nickname hit you, and jungkook noticed, laughing against your ear before leaving a little suck there.

“do you want to be called my princess, hm? squirt for me princess, leave your smell around my house.”

and then jungkook cummed.

you felt his hot liquid fill your uterus, it was so good that you couldn't even speak, you just screamed his name countless times while you felt him continue fucking you with the sticky liquid leaking down your leg. that was so fucking good, so damn good.

"i'm going to have to play with my princess's other little hole, hm?" jungkook said, taking some of the sperm in your legs with his finger and using it as lubricant to insert his pinky into your asshole.

and you squirted.

the squirt spreading all over the couch and wetting everything.

“yes, that’s my girl!” he said in your ear as he slowed down, a few tears streaming down your face.

your body fell limp on the couch, as if you had lost strength, you didn't even notice when jungkook left you and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“hey, drink it!”

you drank the water, still with your body soft and regaining consciousness after the orgasm.

jungkook waited for you for a few minutes, using his own shirt to clean up some of the mess that you made.

"do you want to take a nap? or can i continue with my plan of fucking you all over the house?"

[whose-lozerrr]

what about denying Bachira (+ whoever) his kisses because readers lips are chapped

(No pressure ofc!)

🪷-anon

Summary: Denying kisses from bllk boys because of your chapped lips

Characters: Bachira, Rin, Chigiri, Isagi, Nagi

Genre: Fluff <3

AN: I'm so so sorry this took so long. I've had such a horrible writer's block. 😭😭 I hope this is good. Kinda oc but I hope you enjoy reading this!! <3

Bachira Meguru

How could you deny this cutie patootie his kisses!!??

But you had to because your lips were chapped

He would definitely get upset and complain that it's fine that you have chapped lips

Would probably end up stealing a kiss or two anyway

"Meguru, no. No kisses, my lips are chapped badly right now." You say while pushing him away and denying his attempt to kiss you. He looks at you, his mouth agape in shock that you just denied his kiss. He pouts and storms off but not even a few minutes later, he storms back in and says, "I don't care about your chapped lips, I need my kisses." Then he would kiss you. Oh, you only thought once? Oh boy, you're in for a ride.

Rin Itoshi

What a mistake you made, denying Rin his kisses.. 💀

Honestly, he probably wouldn't care about your chapped lips. He just wants his kisses

Wouldn't listen to your pleas and just continue to kiss you

As Rin leaned in to kiss you on the lips, you backed up not wanting to kiss him with chapped lips. He looked at you kinda hurt that you denied his kiss. "Why won't you kiss me?" He asked softly. "Ah, sorry Rin. It's just that my lips are kinda chapped right now.." You admit bashfully. He then looks at you with annoyance in his eyes and grabs you by the waist to pull you in. "So? I don't give a shit." Then he continues to make out with you. Poor you. 😉

Chigiri Hyoma

Imo, he would be kinda hurt that you thought he would care that much

If anything would give you Vaseline or chap stick before he kisses you to make you feel better

But truly doesn't care

He just lives for his kisses

"Really? [Name], you're not gonna kiss me cause your lips are chapped?" He looks at you as if you just said the dumbest thing in the world. "Well.. Yeah, I mean I thought maybe you'd be grossed out.. " "Seriously?" He looks at you a bit flabbergasted before reaching into his pocket for a chap stick then applying it to his lips and kisses you very, very roughly. "There, now your lips aren't that chapped anymore."

Isagi Yoichi

Man, this precious boy 😭😭

Wouldn't give your chapped lips mind at all

If anything he probably has kinda chapped lips too

Would comfort you about and still kiss to show he loves your lips no matter what

"Um, Yoichi" You said softly as Isagi leaned in to kiss you. "Yes, [Name]. Is something wrong?" He backs up looking at you with a worried expression on his face. "Uh, I can't really kiss you right now because my lips are pretty chapped." As soon as you said that Isagi just stared at you in confusion before he laughed. "It's alright, love. So are mine." He says to reassure you before he smiles at you then leans closer to kiss your chapped lips.

Nagi Seishiro

Genuinely wouldn't give a damn

Probably wouldn't even give you a chance to tell him

He loves everything about you

Plus everything's a hassle to him so his lips are slightly chapped as well

"Uh, Nagi. My lips are chapped. So let me get my chap-" He cuts you off by kissing you. You look up at him in shock after he pulls away. Your face is flushed. "Nagi! Seriously! I didn't get to finish what I was saying!" Nagi holds you by your waist. "You were going to go grab something and that's too much of a hassle. I don't care about your chapped lips." You sigh, rolling your eyes. "Omg, you big baby" You say voice coated in annoyance but you have the cheesiest smile on your face.

[loveandleases]

(It's finally here, I just finished coding in one of the scenes of the demo and decided to go ahead and finally edit this and get it posted. I was debating making this a 2 parter, but chose against it. Either way Ardent X MC X Cam is something else. The guys are far too jealous for their own good.) Below the cut~

Cam bit his lip, trying to urge himself to open the door. He knew MC and Ardent were in there together, he knew there was a chance that when he opened the door he would see something he didn't want.

I don't want to see you with anyone else. Especially not him.

The sound of your whispers seeped through the door, like a cruel reminder that you were slipping through his fingers. Unable to bear the thought of them any longer, Cam takes a breath, pushes the door open, and steps inside.

His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. Ardent sat against the head of the bed, shirtless his pants undone. With MC lying against him, between his thighs. Their pants had been discarded on the floor, shirts pulled up displaying their naked chest. One of Ardent's hands was pinching your nipple, the other hand slipping underneath the fabric of their underwear.

"Cam!" MC yelled in surprise, squeezing their legs together and trying to yank down their shirt.

Ardent stares at him, pursing his lips. "What are you doing?"

Cam couldn't deny the mix of embarrassment and anger coursing through him. He doesn't look Ardent in the eyes, instead staring at you. Trying so hard not to look any lower than your face. "I was looking for you."

"Well, now you see them so-"

Cam walks over, unwilling to let Ardent finish as he grabs your hand and pulls you toward him.

"The fuck are you doing!"

Cam isn't sure who said it, you or Ardent. "Don't fucking touch them." Cam's voice is hard, rough almost like a growl.

"Cam, it's alright. Believe it or not, I actually like him. I promise I'm fine." your voice is soft, almost as if trying to talk him down off some edge.

He hears you, hears every word, feels it in his bones. But he doesn't want to hear it, doesn't want to admit that you might want Ardent instead of him. So he does the only thing he can think of.

Grabbing your wrists he leans forward and kisses you. It's rough and possessive. His teeth sink into your lip, making you moan, allowing him to slide his tongue in when you do. It's as if everything he's ever wanted to tell you, to admit is in that kiss.

His hands fall to your lap, his fingers pressing into your thigh spreading your legs as he scoots himself between them.

You don't fight it, because you had wanted to kiss him for so long that it never occurred to you he might want the same. You pull away, catching your breath and causing him to whine. His cheeks flushed, his eyes heavy with lust.

"I want you, now." he practically purrs the words.

You're very much about to give him exactly what he wants until you hear Ardent clear his throat behind you. Causing you to freeze. Cam doesn't bother to look his way.

"Do you want me to leave you two love birds alone?" You can hear the anger in his voice, you can see his jaw tighten as he says it, gripping the sheets of your bed.

The way Cam looks at you, almost makes you want to say yes, but you want to be with Ardent too, so instead you offer a solution.

"What if….what if we all you know?" you smile slightly, hoping not to make the situation more tense than it is.

Ardent's gaze darkens, and you can hear Cam click his tongue.

"Fuck that I-"

Cam's cut off as Ardent leans in your direction and claims your lips. The taste of each of them on your tongue has you practically buzzing. "We don't need him, trust me."

You feel Cam start to rise from his knees, but you grab his shirt, holding him in place. You turn to look at him as Ardent slides his tongue into your mouth, his fingers reaching toward your chest to rub your nipple.

"Ardent. I want you both."

This causes him to stop, pull back, and look from you to Cam. Part of you thinks he's going to leave, walk out that door, and never come back. But instead, he comes to sit behind you, reaching to pull your shirt off.

"On one condition, we stick to our spots, I'm not touching him, you understand me?"

Ardent's gaze is sharp as he looks at Cam, who matches him.

"Fucking fine by me."

From the sound of it, you doubt Cam is fine at all. But that doesn't stop him, as Ardent turns you to kiss him, bringing his other hand up to roll your other nipple between his fingertips. You moan into his kiss, your breath quickening.

You can practically feel the anger coming off Cam, not one to be outdone. He moves to lift you, just enough to pull your underwear off. "Wow," he whispers, as he slides your legs open.

The way he looks at you as if he wants to eat you alive causes your skin to flush. You can't help but look at him, as he yanks his shirt off. Revealing his toned muscles, and that slutty waist you tease him about. The small dusting of his happy trail, disappearing beneath the top of his boxers.

Your eyes are caught by his hand, shakily moving down to the button of his jeans, before undoing them and pulling them down, and your eyes widen. As you see the tightness of his dick against his boxers.

You can practically see his brain working, as he removes himself from his boxers and leans forward moving Ardent's hand to take one of your nipples into your mouth. Causing Ardent to grumble.

"What the fuck did I say?" Ardent moves to the side, as Cam causes you to fall back onto the bed, the intensity at which his tongue circles your nipple causing you to feel dizzy. Reaching your hand out, you yank on Ardent's jeans, not wanting to leave him out.

His eyes are hungry, with lust with anger, with such possessive energy it makes you want to make him watch more. See how much he can take before he breaks and takes you for his own.

"Take them off." You command.

His grin is infectious and he does just that, slowly pulling the pants down, allowing you a view of his thick thighs, and the girth of hard cock. "Tsk, don't get ahead of yourself kitten, I'm your boss, not the other way around."

Ardent takes your hand and kisses your palm lovingly before moving it down to his erection, closing your fingers around it allowing you to stroke him.

His teeth sink into his lip, trying to fight the groan.

You're so focused on his reaction, as you stroke him harder allowing your fingers to slide over the tip, that when you feel Cam's mouth kissing downward until he hits the one spot you want him most, you almost let go, arching upward. Ardent grabbing your hand with such force.

This causes Cam to laugh against you, as you watch his hand slide down out of sight, likely rubbing himself.

"Do that again, and I'm kicking you out." Ardent hisses at Cam. He gets on his knees, bending to kiss you on the mouth.

Not to be outdone, Cam slides his hand up, moving his mouth to bite into your thigh, intent on leaving a mark. His fingers toy with your hole, prodding slightly seeking your warmth.

Causing you to moan against Ardent's mouth.

"I want you to taste me." Ardent whispers, gripping the back of your head, his fingers tangled into your hair.

"Don't you dare!" The speed at which Cam raises himself almost makes you dizzy, almost whine for him to go back.

"What the hell are you saying? Get back to what you were doing you hear me? Or I'm going to fuck them all on my own and you just get to see how good I make them cum."

"Guys."

"You wouldn't fucking dare, I have news for you I could make them cum ten times better than you."

It's as if the two of them forgot what they were doing completely, as each gets closer to one another.

"Please, you couldn't compete with me. Why do you think I was the one in here, to begin with."

That causes Cam to glare, if eyes could kill you we're pretty sure Ardent would be dead ten times over.

They won't fight right now, would they? Nah, no way. Not when I'm literally here ready for them.

You watch as Cam goes to push Ardent's shoulder, "You want to fucking bet, old man."

The flash of anger that crosses Ardent's face makes you stop.

"Guys."

"Ten times, any less and you lose."

"Guys!" Your voice causes them to stop. Ardent looks at you still huffing, and Cam looks at you sheepishly, clearly embarrassed.

"I'm about to let you two fuck each other."

This causes them both to grimace, Cam swinging his hand out as if so disgusted by the idea he has to wipe it away. In doing so his hand brushes against Ardent's dick, causing Ardent to jerk backward and yell.

"For fuck's sake, don't touch me with that ancient fucking relic!" Cam's eyes widen, and he rubs his hand on the blanket as if trying to rub off the sensation.

They both make their way toward you, each claiming a side. And as they move, Cam's mouth kissing along your neck and Ardent's kissing along your shoulder, both of their hands move down, intent on one specific spot. As their hands go to touch you, make you melt, you hear an alarm so loud, it pulls you from your dream at a breakneck speed. "Fuck!" You can't help but yell, hide your head under the pillow as you realize, that it was just a dream.

[lemoncrushh]

Easy Like Sunday Morning

Summary: It's your last day with Harry before he leaves.

Warnings: Light mentions of sex. A little angst because you're sad.

Word Count: 1523

A/N: A short little fluffy one shot written in 2017, inspired by the Commodores song Easy. This was originally in first person, but since there was no OC named, I have edited it to be a reader fic. There's no precise reason given why Harry is leaving (tour? movie? recording?), so you can make that up yourself.

The sun hadn't risen yet. The bedroom was still dark except for a tiny bit of moonlight that shone through the tree branches outside your window, casting an eerie shadow on the opposite wall. You watched as the shadow moved back and forth, silently telling you a story. A story that although you knew was a true one, you liked to pretend was fiction.

He was leaving tomorrow.

One more day. That was all you had left with him until...well you didn't know for sure. And you didn't think you wanted to.

You listened to his breathing behind you as you continued to stare at the wall, part of you wishing he would wake up so that you may selfishly have more time with him. A tear trickled from the corner of your eye just as he seemed to somehow hear your silent request and wrapped his arm around your middle to pull you closer. You sighed and wiped the tear, allowing your body to fit into his like a spoon. He groaned low and kissed you just behind your ear. Seconds later you could hear his breaths even out and you knew he was asleep once again. You wondered if he had even awoken at all, or if his gesture was purely automatic.

It didn't matter though. You were his, and he was yours, if only for a little while.

He'd told you he loved you that night. It had been in a moment of passion, and as one tends to speculate the truth behind such confessions, you certainly had. Not to mention he was who he was and could have anybody he wanted. Why would he choose to fall in love with you?

As you pondered this question and more, you felt him move again, rustling the sheets until finally settling his leg between yours. You couldn't help but smile as his lips found your shoulder, and he left a trail of kisses up to your neck.

"Good morning," you whispered, covering his hand that rested on your stomach with your own.

"Morning," he echoed, his voice an octave lower than usual. How you loved his morning voice.

He continued to dot your skin with kisses until you felt his breath tickle your ear.

"Baby?"

"Hmm?" you sounded.

"Even though I'm not fully awake yet, I want you to know..." he paused to swallow. "I meant what I said last night."

You blinked hard before shifting onto your back, releasing yourself from his hold. You looked at his face, and though it was still dark and a shadow cast over most of his features, you could tell his eyelids were heavy, his perfect lips swollen from sleep.

"What was that?" you asked softly, pretending not to know.

His mouth curved up into an easy grin then as he gently touched your face, pushing your hair back with his fingers.

"That I love you," he declared.

You mimicked his smile, raising your own hand to lightly brush your fingers across his chin.

"You do?"

"Yes. It's...it's not just something I say...in the heat of the moment."

You rolled onto your side then, your lips nearly touching.

"I only say it when I mean it," he continued. "When I feel it. I've fallen in love with you and-"

His words were cut short when you crashed your mouth into his, your fingers tangled in the hair on the back of his head.

"I love you, too," you breathed against his lips.

He moaned when you gave him your tongue, allowing you to explore his mouth before he sensually began sucking on it. Your toes curled and you threw your leg over his, needing to feel him against you as much as possible. As you felt his erection between you, you let out a whine.

"I need you again, Harry. Please. Before you leave me."

"Shh, don't say that," he whispered. "I'm not leaving you. I'm coming back."

"Promise?"

"Of course."

He pushed into you before you could protest, making you bite your lip. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders while he lifted your leg to get a better aim. He drove into you deeply, just like the night before. And just like the night before, you held on for dear life. Only this time you weren’t afraid to fall. You’d already fallen, and he'd fallen with you.

When you were lying in each other's arms afterwards, completely spent, you noticed the sunshine streaming through the window. This time the shadow on the wall was not eerie or casting a sad or gloomy story. It looked promising, hopeful.

"What shall we do today, love?" asked Harry, breaking you from your musing.

You beamed at him, loving the melodic sound of his voice.

"I don't know, what'd you have in mind?"

"Well..." he said, propping himself on his elbow. "We have the whole day."

"Yeah."

"I say we do nothing."

You chuckled. "Nothing?"

"Yeah. Just stay here in bed. Maybe put on some music. Have some food. Watch a movie. Make love some more. Maybe even take a nap."

"I'd hardly say that's nothing," you smirked.

"Well, I mean...if you wanna get up and go somewhere..."

Laughing harder, you pulled him to you, planting a kiss on his lips.

"Sounds perfect, actually," you murmured.

By noon, after breakfast in bed (which Harry had insisted on making himself while you rested) and more amazing sex, you found yourself in a moment of complete bliss. The sun shone brightly through your window, but you knew that was not the source of light that made your heart glow from within. It was the man beside you. The man who'd confessed his love to you.

He was leaving tomorrow.

You tried not to think about it. Harry hadn't brought it up again, and you'd decided not to mention it either. You wanted to revel in the joy as much and for as long as you could.

At one point it seemed Harry got a little restless and decided to pick up your guitar from across the room which was certainly fine with you. He sat on the edge of the bed and serenaded you for a while. After finishing a classic 70s tune, he looked at you, an expression you couldn't quite read.

"What?" you finally asked, curious to know what was going on in that gorgeous head of his.

He merely shrugged. "Just love you."

You smiled as he set the guitar down and crawled over to you and kissed you as though he hadn't already been doing that all day.

After lunch you opted for a movie, deciding on Casablanca. You kept your composure at the end, the rational side of you understanding Ingrid Bergman's leaving on the plane, though deep down you knew the romantic side of you thought she was an idiot.

That evening, just after a long nap and the best cup of tea you'd ever had in your life, you finally decided to get up. You stood side by side in the kitchen as he chopped tomatoes and you sautéed the mushrooms to prepare for your dinner. You had the radio on, and you smiled as you listened to Harry singing along.

Girl, I'm leaving you tomorrow...

A tear fell from your eye before you could catch it. Your shoulders shook and you felt your throat close, and you tried desperately not to let your emotions show. But Harry noticed. Dropping the knife, he came up behind you and put his arms around your waist.

"I love you," he reassured you in a whisper. "I love you so much."

You trembled against him, trying to wipe the tears before they fell.

"It's gonna be okay," he added.

"Is it? Is it really? This already hurts so bad and you're not even gone yet."

"Hey. Look at me," he urged.

Abandoning the mushrooms, you turned around, your eyes glistening. He took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

"I know this isn't gonna be easy," he said. "But it doesn't have to be that difficult either. We already know we love each other, yeah?"

You nodded.

"Then we're already doing great. I promised I'll come back, and I meant it. You trust me, don't you?"

"Always," you replied.

"We'll just have to deal with the long distance thing a little while. But we'll talk all the time. It'll be okay. Okay?"

You nodded once more, wondering how on earth you'd gotten so lucky to have this man fall in love with you. He kissed you tenderly on the lips before placing another soft kiss on your forehead.

"Don't burn the mushrooms," he teased and you poked him in the side.

That's why I'm easy, easy like Sunday morning...

"This song is misleading anyway," Harry commented.

"How's that?" you asked as you stirred.

"It sounds like a love song. But he's singing about wanting to be free." Harry looked at you. "That's not me."

You raised a brow. "You don't wanna be free?"

"Not when I can be in love," he answered. "It's way better."

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[kusakiguzen]

yandere yoojin x reader x platonic yandere Yoo Hyun

A/N: this is not inspired and is kinda long cuz i felt bad for not posting on the scheduled day because, I still have to study. its my first time writing so leave your feedback.

I just wanted to say there are some changes in this story and it doesn't follow the plot line completely because well i needed it to be like that i hope you understand.

Warning: NSFW, Mild Yandere stuff idk

The first time you met Yoojin was before he regressed in a cafe. Y/N forgot her wallet so he decided to be a gentleman and pay for her coffee they sat together and talked, they just clicked. Yoojin wanted to meet he again

The second time he met her was in a dungeon. Being the weakest Yoojin was mistreated a lot, here it wasn't any different either. He was being pushed around beaten up and degraded. That's when he heard the voice, the angelic voice

"Hey!! what do you think you are doin???!!"

He looked up to see her, Y/N L/N a D rank healer, the same person from the cafe, who was busy healing the injured. she was quite famous for her kindness and brutalness. She was running towards them with hardened gaze and a frown on her face

He Found Her

"What is happening her- OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY??." She asked worriedly while casting a healing on him.

"Its nothing, we were just having fun. Right... Yoojin?" some d rank hunter said looking at Yoojin

"Cut the crap, I saw. And we are leaving." Her cold voice sent shivers down the other hunters's spine, as she grabbed Yoojin's hand and started walking away with him.

'Her hand is warm.' he thought while being dragged by the H/Cnette.

That was when the obsession begin.....

Yoojin had created walls around his heart, and never trusted anyone. But you stared to slowly but surely break those walls and make your way into his heart.

You and Yoojin started dating 2 months after the day you saved him.

At the end of the second month Yoojin decided to go meet Yoohyun. And Yoojin and Yoohyun ended up arguing. He came back home and told Y/N everything that happened, and Y/N comforted him by giving little kisses all over his face as he laid on top of he, hugging her tightly. She played with his hair until they both fell asleep.

6 months into dating Y/N had reawakened became an S rank Healer giving her the title 'The Saintess'. This caused rifts between their relationship because Y/N had to constantly accompany S class hunters to dungeons. Yoojin wanted to accompany her but she would refuse saying 'Its too dangerous for you', which would always make him angry causing them to argue constantly. This caused them to break up.....

After a few weeks of the break up Yoojin decided to go in a D rank dungeon.....

But the 3 headed S class monster the Dragon appeared.....

But Yoohyun and Y/N also arrived to save Yoojin

Y/N died protecting both Yoohyun and Yoojin because she knew how much they ment to each other, but Yoohyun also died.

The day Yoojin lost his mind.... And defeated the dragon.

He wished to go back in time through the WISHING STONE

When he woke up he was back at his younger brother's guild, the first thing that came to his mind was Y/N L/N. Her last words

Its fine just stay alive and happy with your brother.... ughh- huuh...I-I love you.......

He sat there for a good minute before Yoohyun entered and he just hugged him tightly

They made up but while talking Yoojin asked Yoo Hyun

"Do you know a hunter named 'Y/N L/N'." he said looking everywhere but his brother's

"Ah yes I think I remember that name, she is a newly awakend healer a D rank if I remember correctly"

'Bingo....' thought Yoojin.

"Invite her to the guild she'll be a great help."

"How do you know her though, big brother?"

"We met at a cafe before and had a small talk, she told me how she couldn't find a guild to work with, she didn't know i was your brother tho...." Yoojin ended while picking up some food and eating it.

"Really are you sure she wasn't pretending?" Said Yoohyun who brought out the rope to tie Yoojin

"Nope, Didn't give her my full name. So she couldn't have known." screech Yoojin while Yoohyun tried to tie him up.

After calming him down.... Yoohyun decided to go and meet Y/N L/N.

After meeting Y/N he finally knew what his brother ment

Y/N L/N was just so kind and warm, like the Sun. Glowing brightly when she smiles..... Wait- DOES HIS BROTHER LIKE HER??!!

Yoohyun straight up asked Y/N if she liked his brother and it was comical

( you are pink and Yoohyun is purple)

Do you like my brother?

Ummm who exactly is your brother if i may ask?

Yoojin, Han Yoojin is my brother.

Umm... aaa.. you- how... huuuuhhh Yes yes i do

I see have a great day then

Yes you too sir.

Y/N said while thinking of digging a whole and burying herself in it .

Yoohyun then left satisfied.

Y/N met Yoojin at a cafe where she forgot her wallet and Yoojin was kind enough to pay for her coffee.

Feeling guilty Y/N decided that she should return the favor since Yoojin was sitting alone. She sat with him and they got along well....

After saying there Goodbyes. Y/N couldn't help but think about Yoojin often. While eating, drinking and even before going to bed. Yoojin occupied her mind 24/7

That's when Y/N realized it was love at first sight..... She had never experienced this it was weird. so she started searching for him, it was harder then expected since she only got his first name.

In amidst of this Y/N awakened. She was on cloud nine, she could finally find him.

After this she encountered Yoohyan, Yoojin's brother. To he delight he was also looking for her!!! She was so happy by this revelation but alo embaressed by how Yoohyan approached her.

Lets just say after meeting Yoojin again and joining The World Edge Guild. It wasn't long before they started dating.

Y/N met Yu Myengwoo, Park Yerim, Peace, Blue and Chirpy.

Safe to say they all turned yandere for you aswell.

Yoojin hated it when you go to dungeons with him or Yoohyun. Can't you see how dangerous Dungeons are. He just wants to protect you. Sure you will become an S Ranked hunter in the future but you're still a D rank right now, its dangerous can't you see?

Yoohyan agrees with his brother, its dangerous for you. You are just so fragile... And he didn't want you to get hurt either because his brother would be sad! He doesn't want either. After all you are his future sister-in-law

But you still continued do accompany them saying you want to be there to heal them if they ae injured. So stubborn, Not talking them if they refuse! God!!! can't you see??!!

The last straw was when Yoojin was in the the dungeon with Noah, his sister Riette, the Jupiter guild's Guild master, Sung Hyunjae, and a few extras. After defeating the Dungeon boss Yoojin getting 'kidnapped' by Riette and while defeating the 'puppet dragon' Vicus Y/N had gotten hurt but not too much, while she was healing all of them Yoojin was using his skill on Vicus and lost conciousness. Y/N lost conciousness with him meeting the Actual Dragon. You suffered with him all the torture just because you couldn't leave him alone.....

After that incident Yoojin had decided it is no longer safe for you to go in dungeons any more but you won't listen, so there is only one way to top you

By getting you pregnant.

You and Yoojin did have sex before but never this rough. He would usually take it slow and deep but this was on another level

Thrusting himself in and out while using his tentecles to hold your hands and legs in place, cumming in you multiple times. but he just couldn't stop thrusting himself in you. Again and again and again, he just kept going .

At this point you were seeing stars, saying incoherent babbles, drooling and that beautiful flushed face. God you were such a beautiful mess in Yoojin's eyes.

He looked at yo stopping for a second to drink the magic potion, He couldn't take his eyes off you. Your whole body filled with hickeys and bite marks, marked by him.

He then slowly pulled, His cum along with yours gushing out of your pussy, but was quickly plugged by the tentecle.

You have never felt this much pleasure in your life. After being fucked till almost sunrise, you finally passed out. Yoojin looked at the beautiful sight beside him. He just knew you would be pregnant.

He was right. You missed your period this month and decided to take the test.

It was positive. You immediately scheduled a doctor's appointment to confirm. You went there alone because you were scared of what will be Yoojin's and other's reaction if you were actually pregnant.

The doctor confirmed you indeed were pregnant. You didn't know how to feel about this. On one hand you were happy to start a family with Yoojin but on the other hand you were scared.

You went home and decided to tell Yoojin first. He was chilling on the couch with Peace and chirpy when suddenly, Peace jumped on your lap and started to cuddle your stomach.

(you are pink and yoojin is blue)

Yoojin can we talk?

Of cource Darling. Is something wrong?

I'm...I'--m ..I'm

Yes??

I'M PEGNANT

Huh....Huh HUUUUHHHH??!!?!?! OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!! Y/N you just made me the happiest man in the world .... *sniff* *sniff*

So you aren't mad?

Of course not! what made you think that?

i just thought you wanted to wait....

I love you and i'll love the little one too

With that you both decided to tell Yoohyan next by giving him a small onesie saying "You Are Going To Be An Uncle". He cried huging you and Yoojin both saying 'Thank you' again and again.

Everyone was happy from the news.

If you thought there protectiveness was bad before, its worse now. You have to be accompanied by someone everywhere you go, even in the bathroom.

Its for your safety and the safety of the unborn child.......

Well you aren't complaining because everything is under your feet. If you want the world, they will give it to you on a gold platter.

So what is there to complain?

The funny part? You don't even realize the fact that you are being isolated. That's how good Yoojin is at manipulating you. To the point he had made you believe that you staying home is a good thing.

Just greet them with a smile when they return from mission/dungeons.

That's all you need to do......

A/N: OH MY GOD FINALLYYY!!!!! leave a comment bout how good it was since it was my first time writing. if you have any requests feel free to Dm me here.

Hope You Enjoy.

[mybworlds]

CHAPTER 14

status: ongoing

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: your life is full of 'must'. You live with your overprotective mother who controls every aspect of your life. You have a dream, to write romance novels, but love - real love - you haven't found yet. Your mother has even decided what you must do in your free time: play music. One day, however, when you go to your music teacher's house, you will have an unexpected encounter and from that day on things change…

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rating: 18+ explicit (minors, DNI)

A/N thank you for your support, for your likes and reblog, thank you, thank you, thank you ❤️ If you like it pls leave a like/comment/reblog it, if you don't like it don't be rude and keep going. Please remember English is not my first language, so please be merciful!

Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner and thanks @saradika-graphics for the divider.

Taglist: @harriedandharassed

I love you too, your heart beats fast when you think back to his words.

I love you too, his words reverberate inside you causing strong shivers.

The two of you returned in the evening to his parents' cabin in the woods, since you set foot in his house, you have done nothing but kiss and he has done nothing but hold you tightly to him in his mighty arms. You alternate laying your hands now on his broad chest now in his hair.

"I love this sweet mouth of yours, your lips," he tells you softly as he lays his forehead against yours. You are breathless, your heart swollen with love for this man in front of you, you would be ready to do anything for him if only he would ask. Looking into his eyes, you think back to the first time you went in the cabin with him, to when you shared that croissant in front of the fireplace, to when you shared the bed the first time and you didn't dare watch him sleep, you think back to how uncomfortable you felt; yet, so eager to be next to him because a part of you was attracted to him from the very beginning, even though you tried to hide it and deny it.

His hands are on your shoulders, he takes your denim jacket off your shoulders as he resumes kissing you and holding you tightly to him. The world might fall apart, but if he holds you so tightly making you feel totally safe and loved, you wouldn't care. You're pressed against the wall by his body, and feeling him so close to you gives you chills.

"You drive me crazy, honey," he says as he devours your neck leaving a trail of wet kisses, you can't keep still, you slide his leather jacket off his shoulders this time.

"Joel," you mumble with closed eyes and parted lips.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asks, cupping your face and looking into your eyes.

"Yes," you answer him looking him into those sweet dark eyes, now even darker "I want you." you add feeling your cheeks on fire.

He smiles, "You are so eager, my love."

Oh, my love.

Your heart beats, if possible, even faster in your chest, a warm feeling spreads inside you, and you find yourself even closer to him.

You don't know how, you are now in his bedroom. You are lying on the mattress as he towers over you. You are not afraid, you look at him eager to try even harder. you want to be his. At all costs.

You move over to make room for him on the bed as well, he puts a knee on each side of your body, you in response, open your legs to bring him closer to you and this gesture, you feel it, breaks his breath, "Oh, baby," he says bringing his face closer to yours and giving you a gentle kiss on the lips and then resting his forehead against yours.

You see him with a strange expression on his face, as if he feels guilty.

"Joel?" you call to him worriedly, he looks up at you, "What is it?"

He sighs, "There's something I have to tell you," he replies in a dramatic tone.

You furrow your brow, cocking your head to the side, "What is it?"

"There's one thing I haven't told you," he replies, you don't add anything, you don't know what it might be about, "I. . . I just hope you can forgive my silence about her, but it's not something I like to talk about."

"I'm listening," you say placing your hands on the sides of his face, he, however, places his hands on yours releasing himself from your grip and gets up from the bed. You are puzzled by this reaction, you watch him approach the window and look outside "Joel?" you call to him noticing that he doesn't speak, you sit in the middle of the bed "You're beginning to scare me." you add and only then he turns and you see him, you read fear on his face.

Fear of losing you? Afraid of what he has to confess?

"Whatever it is. . ." you make to say, but he raises a hand to interrupt you and you are suddenly silent.

"No, no. I. . . I lied to you."

You wrinkle your forehead, "About what?"

"'bout Jess." he replies without looking you in the eye, you still don't understand. You see him and hear him breathing heavily, then he goes on looking up at you "Remember I told you I didn't see her anymore and that Jess and I went back to our own lives?" you nod, he had told you about it right here at the cabin "That's not true." he goes on lowering his gaze "I still see her." your head spins "Not always, but often." you lower your gaze, staring at your thighs unable to look him in the eye.

You want to know, but you don't want to know at the same time.

So, is that why Joel always seemed to live with a restraint toward you? Is that the reason for his many no's, his many silences? So, could it be that they still have sex and that's why he didn't want you so far?

"When I go out for work, I meet her. Nothing happens 'bout what you think." he goes on perhaps sensing your thoughts, you look up at him, you don't know what your expression is exactly, but you know your head is spinning, you feel betrayed. You are speechless, he must have sensed your state of mind because he approaches you sitting on the bed next to you "It's not what you think," he continues.

Your eyes pinch, you close them and breathe through your nose "Then what is it like?" you can't look him in the face.

"When our story ended, it was all very painful and heavy. All we did was shift the blame on each other, it was worse and worse. She left and I was left here with my pain, broken. As time passed, the pain turned into a memory, a sad memory." he pauses, you still have your eyes closed, tears are competing to take flight, but you try hard to suppress them "When a year passed. . . I saw her again, we got together and made love, I've already told you that though. So, every year, then we saw each other every six months, she was away for work, but every now and then she would come back and we would see each other again, we even thought that we could pick up where everything broke down, but. . . when those violent and painful memories back to our memories, one started to accuse the other again, and so we realized that we could no longer be together. We could see each other, but it could no longer work. The vase was broken beyond repair." you feel his hand on your leg, you open your eyes and those tears you had been holding back take flight down your cheeks "This is what I didn't tell you." he adds.

"What about your daughter?" you ask in a trembling voice, your vision blurred with tears "I know you have a daughter, I saw the picture, the one in your jacket, the one you lent me a few months ago," you add in a trembling voice.

You see his face harden and that wrinkle between his eyes become deeper, the features of his face taut as if you had just punched him or insulted him.

"She's only mine," he hisses in a cold tone of voice, "You don't dare to talk about her."

You tremble as you pull up with your nose, "You - you told me you love me." you swallow and look away from his face "Yet, you keep me out of your life, out of your past. How can you say you love me if you don't allow me to know you fully? If you don't let me into your heart? You know everything about me. Me? Only what you want." you conclude by going back to look him in the eyes now hurt by your words "You know, we probably made a mistake." you swallow feeling more tears roll down your cheeks "Maybe it's not love, maybe it's. . . maybe we just want to fuck." you add almost struggling to recognize yourself in these words "So, let's just fuck." you go on between tears swallowing hard "But don't tell me you love me anymore, don't use those nicknames anymore, because that wouldn't be the truth." your lips tremble in pain "Come on, go on with what you were doing before you told me the thruth all this on me." you incite him by lying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling, tears streaking your face sideways.

"No." he just says "I can't." he adds, Joel feels terrible about what you said to him, he can hardly believe he heard those words come out of your mouth, he can't believe you could have made such a proposal to him. You are now lying there beside him, you just offered yourself, he could never accept such a proposal. It would be wrong as well as monstrous.

Hearing his words, you turn your back on him resuming crying, he says your name in a whisper, he lays a hand on your arm, but you push him away "Go away." you sob. You feel the bed barely move and then his footsteps moving away from you.

You feel betrayed, disappointed, heartbroken, you were sure he was a complicated man and that he has a past, but not that he lied to you about his ex-partner and that he does not intend to talk to you about his daughter, as if you are not worthy of knowing everything about him and that is what hurts you the most: his lack of trust in you.

What kind of love is this?

It is almost evening, Joel is sitting in a chair outside on the porch of the little cabin, you didn't left the room yet, he came outside your door several times, the words full of apology on the tip of his tongue, but then he thought he didn't sound sincere and so he backtracked and went back now to the kitchen, now to the living room, now out on the chair. He lowers his head, staring at his joined hands in his lap; this was not how he had imagined your day would go.

He made you so happy by taking you to Lake, your eyes shining with joy, he could feel your joy, he was so happy for you, then the big bullshit in telling you about Jess and your big mistake in naming Sarah to him. Joel closes his eyes, his heart beats painfully in his chest thinking back to her little body in his arms, her calling him, and then just the emptiness, the screaming, the crying, the accusations. No, it's too much. Even though it's been so long now, the pain is still there that won't let go of him, crushing him in that huge painful spiral, seeming to want to suck the air out of his lungs any minute now.

You can't understand this, luckly.

Joel opens his eyes again when he hears footsteps behind him, he turns inward and you step out onto the porch and he sees you clutched in your denim coat, your arms clutched to your chest, your eyes puffy and still full of tears. It's not hard to understand how you feel, and he knows, he knows he made a mistake again. Because of him he has probably lost you too.

Neither of you probably knows what to say, so, Joel thinks, better not to say anything to each other because he is convinced that at the moment no words would be helpful to ease your pain or to mitigate that horrible feeling of emptiness, of loss that he himself feels.

Your return journey is silent, he looks at you more than once, but you always look out the window, your elbow against the window, your face resting against the open palm of your hand, Joel does not dare to turn on the radio or ask you how you feel because he can feel it. He sees you, you are devastated.

By now you're in front of your house, you're about to open the door and jump out of his SUV, but then you reconsider, you don't want it all to end like this, you lower your eyes for a moment and then turn to face him. Joel looks at you with sad eyes, his hands on his thighs, you open your mouth, but you don't know what to say, you close it again and shake your head.

"'s this a good-bye?" he asks you, freezing the cockpit of his car all of sudden "I just want to know if. . . I lost you forever or. . ." you see him swallow and turn his gaze ahead "Or if there is still hope."

You open your mouth, struggling to breathe. Leaving Joel would mean losing everything, your heart beats furiously and painfully in your chest. You feel as if drained, you feel betrayed, hurt, you don't know what to answer. You thought you were going to make love with him today, but instead he opened up by hurting you very badly, hitting you so hard that you cry and feel a complete nothingness in the face of the relationship he had - and still has - with his former partner. You wonder if and how you can compete in the face of such a difficult and complicated story when there is also a daughter he absolutely does not want to talk about and wants to keep only to himself.

"You really hurt me today. . ." you reply without looking him in the eye, feeling his eyes on you "I didn't think you still had a relationship with her, I understood that she was part of your past." you continue.

"She is, she's part of my past, a past I can't nor won't erase," he adds.

You look up at him, his eyes are sad, but the expression on his face is firm, decisive, as if he admits of no reply.

"It's a past that you don't want to share with me, I don't know why and it makes me very sad." you go on again "It's probably my fault, maybe I didn't know how to give you the trust to allow you to talk to me and confide in me." your eyes pinch you again "We were both wrong."

He doesn't reply, he doesn't say yes you're right or no you're wrong, and it makes you feel worse and worse.

"We'd better stop here." you're still the one talking, as you look down and see tears take flight to your jeans, you pull up with your nose and turn to him because you want to understand how he feels and if there's something he wants to tell you. You see him with one hand clutching the steering wheel, he's squeezing it so hard his knuckles are white, his other hand is pressed on his mouth and his eyes are closed.

"Talk." you say "Talk to me, please." you incite him by looking at him with pain-filled eyes.

Joel lowers the hand that covers his mouth, his eyes are still closed, his lips are barely trembling and you see him breathing hard through his nostrils, "I don't want to lose you." he finally opens his eyes and looks at you, that's when you see and feel him in all his vulnerability, his voice is trembling, his eyes are sad and veiled with tears.

Perhaps you should have had the courage to be cold and to his words respond to him with a on these terms I prefer to lose you, perhaps you should have said from the beginning that for you sincerity is essential in a relationship, perhaps you should have come down immediately as you had initially intended to do and instead you throw your arms around his neck and weep in the crook of his neck, he immediately holds you tightly to him.

His strong scent and his arms cradle you, but unfortunately unlike a few hours before, this is not enough. It is not enough because the two of you are crying and despairing because something you have is breaking, but he is unwilling to give in, unwilling to tell you how things are. This is unacceptable.

You release your grip and immediately get out of his SUV, run up the stairs and open the front door. Your mother is about to greet you and tell you who knows what, you rush into your room forgetting to take off your jacket, your shoes, your mother talks to you following you, she asks you what happened and why you are so desperate, but you don't speak. You throw yourself on the bed and clutch the pillow tightly.

"Are you crying for Jack?" she asks you, stroking your hair.

"No." you answer between sobs "It's me who did it all wrong," you add.

She doesn't ask anything else, just stands there quietly beside you stroking your hair and thankfully doesn't invite you to open up to her because right now you don't have the strength.

[youhavelessproof]

mob Dickie Jaydick AU anyone?

mob Dick is a thing we've seen in canon before and it will not leave my mind so y'all get to deal with ramblings about it. :) (Crutches and also a timeline where he never met Bruce.)

brainstormed this in the bottom Dick server, but here's me trying to summarize it.

general premise: no capes AU where once Dick escaped juvie he went and killed Zucco. (not quickly, he was 8, but he's a smart kid,) and then decided well police are useless, so I'll just help people myself. (very similar to how be became Robin, but like. more real world vigilante justice which is more morally questionable than fictional vigilantes.) Dick is a part of a mob at any given time because it makes doing what he was already going to do easier. which mob changes because he's not really part of the mob to be part of the mob and it's more a access to resources thing. Dick is allowed not wear a face mask/helmet because no records of him existing really exist. he was a circus kid that just ended up placed in juvie. he doesn't have records. Jason on the other hand is just a normal fucking dude. (probably a priest like that one timeline but I've never been religious so I wouldn't really know how to write it. but I could try.) also yes obviously Jason's life has not been easy-peasy or whatever but in comparison he is so very normal.

they meet at a bar or diner or something and Dick uses Jason to get some dudes of his back. probably an "I'll owe you, but I need you to kiss me right now." regardless, Dick had no intentions of actually getting Jason interested in him, but I mean. look at him.

their meeting should've ended at that, but Jason is involved now because he keeps wanting to see that pretty boy that definitely had knives and a gun on him but. pretty 🥺

also I just wanna clarify that Dick is not killing bad people to prove a point. he doesn't even necessarily see what he's doing as 100% right. the systems are corrupt and he knows it, but he also knows he is one man with 0 resources if he didn't get involved in crime. he can't change the systems as one man, but he can help people sleep at night. (kinda think of it like fanon Red Hood. except with less "I know I'm right." because Dick is not concerned about being right, he's concerned with helping people.)

which leads to a lot of conflict with cop Babs. because she doesn't agree at all with what Dick is doing, but also? he's so... gentle with victims. and he doesn't try and hurt Babs unless she tries to arrest him. he seems like an upstanding guy but also he has a kill count. and it is not a small number.

there's no past of present Dickbabs btw. they can be a little flirty at times, but Dick wouldn't date a cop and Babs thinks Dick is too self-righteous anyways.

Jason also has moral objections, (whether just personally or because of religion depends on the priest thing,) but he understands Dick on a deeper level than Babs. he's been at the bottom, he's had to steal to live, he knows. he just wishes that Dick didn't kill. didn't cross that line. it's not a deal breaker, but it is a point of tension.

Dick is basically talking to Jason sporadically at first. nothing much but some surface level conversations, but they're more than Dick usually has with people. Dick is thinking about trying to shut out Jason because he's just a guy and he's gonna get himself hurt. like. really hurt. Leslie encourages him to talk to Jason though because she's known Dick for forever and she says he needs the company. (Leslie does not agree with what Dick is doing btw, but she found him hurt when he was like 10 and became something a confidant for the boy. plus, Dick trusts her enough to bring victims to her when they need help.)

Dick still has Roy as a friend in this AU and they are close but also Roy has a government job that Dick isn't thrilled with and Roy is not thrilled with the murder. they are best friends, but they have a lot of... tension we'll call it. (Jason will have something of a friendship with Roy, but it is mostly formed from mutual concern about Dick.) also Donna is here, but I'm gonna say she does not live in Gotham so y'know. she also doesn't like murder, but Dick's her boy so it's... not fine, but it doesn't matter.

Dick and Jason end up in a friends with benefits situation because Jason assumes Dick would not be willing to commit to relationship considering everything around him and Dick assumes Jason would only want him for his body. they are both stupid. (/affectionate.)

possibly also a marriage of convenience at some point so that Jason can't testify against Dick. how Dick would even get caught in the first place? good question, have not gotten there.

anyway one last thing: Dick does not share his name like. at all. Donna knows it and maybe Roy too but generally it's either aliases or nicknames people call him. so when he tells Jason his name is Dick it is a big deal.

"see you around." "Dick." "huh?" "that's my name. Dick." "in that case, see you around, Dick." "see you, Jace."

anyway this AU will not leave my brain. I like role reversals when they're done in a specific way and this one just itches my brain.

also some quick little things: * I have no idea if Babs is a cop in any DC timeline, however the reason I chose this is so that she can still interact with Dick on some level. because while I don't like Dickbabs personally generally, she is an important character to Dick and I think her being to cop that's chasing him fits better than Gordon. * Roy used to be a government agent in mainline canon. I don't particularly love it for him, but I understand why they chose it and it is canon. I am not making him work for the government out of nowhere or just to fit into the narrative. there is a basis for it. * yes I do recognize that not everyone that is important to Dick has been included. I have not fleshed out every role in this AU and haven't decided what Kori, Wally, etc. will be. * as I mentioned in the post itself, priest Jason is canon to a specific timeline in the DC comics. you can like or not like it, but I am not pulling it out of my ass. (the flashpoint timeline which yes is supposed to be a bad timeline, but my point stands.) * "where's x member of the Batfamily?" I don't know. Tim is probably doing fine just living a normal life. Damian might not even exist. I will probably include Damian just because I love Dick parenting him, but like. I have no idea where the rest of the Batfamily is and this ain't about them. /lh * just because something is in a canon DC timeline does not mean I think it's in character or a good character choice, (looking at you cop Dickie), but I am saying that I think it's fair game for AUs. (like really anything is fair game for AUs, but you hopefully know what I mean.)

sorry to get a bit defensive, just thought I'd explain some of this AU upfront just to deal with some misinterpretations that might happen in one go. <3

Mob Dickie and Normal Guy Jason my beloved. maybe I will explore you in an actual fic someday.

[tubbypeddle]

Ghiaccio x reader one shot: Memories

YOU.

you know who i'm talking to, you 🫡

since you were so wonderful as to send me that damn cute one shot with me and Maggio and lulu 😤

i'm gifting you this one :)

(author's note: creds to gif owners yes yes we know this. YOU. you little angel you, i'm not letting this wonderful gift to me go unpaid. hope you enjoy 🤭)

My camera roll is getting full, you think to yourself with a frown, flicking through the pictures on your camera.

"What are you frowning for?" you hear your boyfriend grouch from behind you.

His hand comes to slip around your waist and drag you closer to him. He smells sharp, like the smell of cold. "I'm running out of film. And I don't want to delete any of these."

Each picture in that camera was a memory you'd hate to erase.

Like the one you took during Ghiaccio's birthday celebration. Your poor boyfriend looked so grumpy in the photo, with his cute little party hat, sat in front of a birthday cake, complete with candles and everything. But you knew, moments after that photo had been taken, he swept you into his arms and kissed you silly. Saying he didn't need to wish on the candles because he had everything he wished for in you.

Or the one you'd taken at Gelato's militia commemoration. Gelato was beautifully decorated in all of his old military medals, uniform and all. Sorbet hadn't been able to keep his hands off of him at all, and it was obvious in the picture. Even though Gelato was stood at attention, Sorbet was hanging off of him still.

There was another of one of yours and Ghiaccio's dates. At an ice rink! You'd spent the day racing each other, practicing tricks, pushing each other over. You'd felt so warm that day that the cold of the ice rink hadn't bothered you once.

Or! Or the one you'd taken the day of that disastrous mission! Everyone had been called in at the last minute after something went wrong, and you'd taken a picture of the whole squad together. Covered in blood and tired and messy, but alive.

It was moments like these that you couldn't bear to lose. The squad was your family, for all intent and purposes.

Ghiaccio snaps you out of your thoughts by hooking his chin over your shoulder and pointing to the camera. The photo that was open was of when it had been Risotto's cousin's death day. Everything had been so somber...

"We could make a photo album."

His suggestion opens worlds for you. You could keep all of your pictures! Not keep them on a hard drive that held the risk of being compromised, or worse, deleted by accident.

"We should!"

Ghiaccio's breath fans across your neck when he chuckles. I'm surprised you haven't made one yet."

You snicker quietly. "Yeah, I don't know why I never thought of doing one before."

"Well, you've got more important things on the mind."

You spin around so you can pull him forward for a surprise kiss. "Yeah. I've got you on the brain."

"That's such a stupid saying. I'm not on your brain. I can't even physically touch your brain or you'd die." Despite his frustrated little grumbles, his face was burning red with a flustered blush.

He was too cute, really.

hehehehe.....@lady-of-endless 🫂

[coquelicoq]

after spending the last week very stressed out and losing sleep over how much i regretted giving my number to a stranger, and after talking to several friends who all gave me the same very wise advice ("decide first what YOU want out of this and make decisions based on that" sounds obvious now but honestly blew my mind), i saw food truck man again today and he asked me if i have a boyfriend, told me he's all alone, hugged me twice, and tried to kiss me. i texted him after to be like just to be clear, i don't want a boyfriend, but i hope you find somebody! and he texted me back: i don't need a girlfriend. i'm married.

[rosyjuly]

I know you didn’t write the after break up Alex fic in Prince George AU but I really like your George pieces, do you have any Alex thoughts angsty or otherwise from this universe that you felt like sharing?

YES and as always i discussed this with my legally wedded wife @prettydangrotten and we circled back to winter wonderland alex...

winter wonderland is this horribly overpriced and overcrowded fair in hyde park; it's also incredibly fun. alex goes with his friends - charles lets pierre hold his hand because he's "cold" and because pierre has finally slept with the older man who got them tickets to the PL game and he's horribly jealous. naomi (alex's coworker from gabby's brilliant installment) and her partner is also there - alex feels a bit weird, tagging along alone, but they're good fun; he's missed spending time with them. he hasn't been to winter wonderland in a few years.

his eyes keep catching on their joint hands and he keeps thinking of george - george, who couldn't even come anyway because it's too much of a security risk with the crowd, let alone get on the stupid rides with alex so he can clutch on his hand when it gets scary. but he can't stop thinking of how george would lend him his gloves and try to rub some warmth back into alex's icy fingers: cupping them against his mouth to breath hot against them.

and worst is, charles keep saying that they'll hook him up with someone. pierre makes an offhand comment about keeping his eyes open, maybe he'll see someone worth his while. and alex is like yeah guys, you're right. but he doesn't want anyone else in that moment, no matter how many dates he's been on since he and george--

Pierre and Charles groping each other all night -- which Alex couldn’t have done, ever; even if they could be in public together.

and when they're debating what to eat, alex thinks about how george'd insist to get them both bratwurst, stay in the queue with jenson while he makes alex sit down with charles, close to a heat lamp ): they'd share the stupidly big portion of churros so alex wouldn't feel like dying after wolfing it down alone :(

how he'd give george a soft chaste kiss as thanks for bringing him the mulled wine he didn't even say he wanted, only looked at the vendor for too long, and george immediately going to join the queue-

“George, seriously you don’t have to,”

“Just wait!” George would laugh, “I’ll be right back, stay here with the heater.”

Except it’s all just - pretend. Alex doesn’t know what George is like in the real world.

(He tells himself when in fact he knows George more earnestly and better than anyone in the whole world.)