#but! if it does please lmk and I will tag appropriately

[hardleyquinnn]

Febuwhump Day 1: Touch Starved

CW: Female Whumpee, android whump

She hadn’t felt anything in 2 years.

When she had first been taken, she had expected to be shut off, her memory core removed and searched. She’d managed to wipe the information about her team, and any important information about their mission, before they’d been able to take it. But they hadn’t taken it.

They took her to a room. She could tell it was pitch black when her eyes shifted to night vision. She did a quick scan of the room, completely bare, but a ring on the wall opposite the door. Her captors dragged her to it and attached the cuffs, before leaving her.

She immediately began searching her memory for anything that could lead to her...Something important. She knew there was something she wanted to protect, she knew she’d have wiped it as soon as she’d been captured.  Since she didn’t know what would lead to them, she focused instead on the feeling of loss, where that stemmed from, and worked on getting rid of all of it.

When she was done, she felt Empty. She must have wiped everything. All she could access was her base program. Obey. Protect. Cause no harm.

Before she could diagnose what that feeling was, her ears caught footsteps coming towards her.

The door opened, and the pain began. The pain began and it didn’t end.

They used blunt objects to beat her. After enough hits, her body would dent inwards and the pain would radiate through her, becoming a dull ache.  They uploaded things into her brain that sent random shocks through her whole system.

It happened after she’d been there for 5 months 4 days 7 hours 12 minutes 13 seconds, 14 seconds 15 seconds. They came in, 2 minutes before usual, each with a grin on their faces. She stared as they came nearer.

“We have something for you” The first one said, as the other shoved her head forward to get to her neck. “We picked it up after finding one of your friends, just sitting there in your little hideout. 

Of course we know you’ve already wiped your memory, so there's no point in telling you any more than that. You wouldn't recognize anyone even if we told you. That’s fine, we didn’t grab you for information on your group.”

A pulse went through her. Her Group?

"No, we've actually got one of your pals here, happily spilling it all. Well not happily, but willing as long as the pain stops." He continued talking, but that was when her pain started.

It was all encompassing. It was constant. She could feel every part of her body exploding over and over and over again. She couldn't do anything. She was broken. All she could do was feel pain. 

She knew if this went on too long she would lose herself completely, so she turned off her her pain receptors. The sudden stop left her gasping. She trembled with the memory. She couldn't do that again. 

For no reason

She started searching for and turning off everything. She didn't want to feel anything anymore. She didn't want to think anymore.

The next time her captors came in, she couldn't even hear the door open. They approached her, inspected her unmoving body. They spoke a couple words to each other, and then left. She did not care what happened to this body. She didn't even care what happened to her memory.  If everything that mattered was wiped, than nothing mattered.

And so she sat there. And she sat there. And time passed, and no one came.

She was a living corpse in the basement of people who only wanted to torment her. She wondered if they knew how even here, locked away from the world, she tormented herself. She could not feel anything physical. but she felt cold. She felt alone. She knows she has been safe before. She thinks she knows. What if they could alter memories? What if they had accessed her memories of her group, and then wiped it from her. What if she's gone through all of this and hasn't protected anyone

And there she stayed, rusting, silently screaming for anything, but too afraid to turn anything back on.

And it was like that, that they found her again. The door opened, light streamed in, and someone rushed for her. Their mouth moved, and she watched it. It kept making the same movements. She decided to think about what it was saying for a moment.

Div, Div you're safe now, we're here, we've got you, Div, Div can you hear me?

She wasn't sure how to respond. She couldn't respond, she hadn't moved in years. Her body was stiff with disuse and rust. She stared unmoving at them for a moment, reading the words from their lips over and over. She slowly blinked her eyes, and when they opened again the person was beaming at them. They turned 

and must have shouted something, a few other people rushed in, all of their mouths moving. The first person half turned their head and forcefully said Give her some space.

One person stayed near, and started speaking to her.  Their mouth moved differently. Accented. Hey Div, I'm just gonna look you over, try and figure out how best to get you out of here alright?

Her eyes half blinked.  She didn't care what happened to her anymore.  Living in this nothing for- she didn't want to think about the time. The second person grabbed her head, and moved her to look down. She couldn't even feel the fear of pain again.  Anything to bring her out of this empty hell. And maybe these people would help her.

That was her last thought before she was powered off.

The first thing she noticed was warmth. She felt- she felt warmth. Her eyes opened to see a room. Dark except for the fire she was laid beside. She was on a cot. There was a couch, a piano, and some covered things leaning against the walls.

She sat up, and a blanket slipped down her. A soft blanket. She squeezed it between her fingers.  It was soft, fuzzy, warm from the heat of the fire.

She swung her legs over the edge. Her bare feet hit the floor, and she stood. She walked around the room, the tiles getting cooler the farther from the fire she got. She stood at the only door in the room and listened.  She took the knob and twisted it, slowly pulling the door inward and peeking around it.

The second person stood up and walked over towards her.

"Div! You're awake! Well I figured you would be soon, but you took a bit longer than I thought you would! How are you feeling?"

Feeling again. Div stared at the person. Simply speaking, she felt. She didn't feel any pain, or discomfort. There was the feeling of the ground beneath her feet, the warring temperatures between the warm room, and the cool room.  She felt stared at, expected to respond in a way that wasn't her anymore.

"Listen," the person continued without Div's response, "I'm not sure what happened in there. When I ran some diagnostics I saw some terrifying shit, and I'm so sorry any of that happened. 

"What happened to the group?"

"We all got out. Then we lost Ryan.  We thought he'd be there with you but the place was empty. Save you of course."

"They said they had someone. Someone happily spilling it all to make the pain stop."

"What?"

"They said they'd found one of my friends and then they installed something that-" She didn't know how to explain it. There wasn't a word in any language that could describe the pain that put her through.

"Div, you're safe now" The person stood right in front of her. She started to jolt back, but something about the smell of them made her pause.  The person stood stock-still, barely breathing. Div stared at their eyes, and they held nothing but concern.

Div felt drawn in. Div felt the need to press closer to them. Div felt- flustered? She looked away from the person's face. She felt her face warm. For a moment she wished she could go back to the feeling-less place, shame quickly swallowing that feeling.

"Div," she spoke softly, "I reuploaded your memories. It seems like they're coming back, I don't want you to get overwhelmed, do you want to go lie down?"

"Noa" Div's mind supplied.

Noa beamed at her, still unmoving. Div was suddenly hit with a burst of feelings. Trust. Safety. Love.  She slammed full force into Noa, burrowing her face into her neck

She felt arms wrap around her, and she was warm and safe and home.

[taeraeszn]

hi! could i please request zb1's reaction to their s/o sleeping on another member? <3

how would zb1 react if their s/o slept on another member?

hello! thank you for the lovely request and im sorry it took me forever to get to!! i'll try to be more active from now on <3

i tried to make gunwook's and yujin's age appropriate too. please let me know if there's anything you want me to fix!

warnings: mention of food, lmk if there's any more!

kim jiwoong

I think jiwoong wouldn't tell you that he doesn't like it

but on the inside he's just freaking out since you have never slept on another member before

he just observes you casually resting on hao and hopes that you just move off but it doesn't seem like you will be

he doesn't express his jealously either but moves to sit next to hao and slowly puts your head on his lap

he turned to look at hao who was still deep into the show playing on their large screen

hao noticed jiwoong and chuckled, "they just happened to lay on me."

"i didn't say anything about that." he smirks and focuses his attention on the tv as well, acting like he wasn't ready to pull you off of his teammate.

but jiwoong is relieved that he didn't have to be jealous now <3

zhang hao

hao takes this into his own hands after he spots you sleeping on hanbin's chest as you were visiting the dorms that day

he gets closer and tells hanbin that he can take you to his bed in the dorm

he picks you up bridal style and walks you to his bed :")

hao also covers you with his blanket and stuffed animals to keep you company

though he still makes sure to not wake you and does this all gently

he then leaves a soft peck on your head, whispering a small, "i love you."

as he walks out, hanbin is standing there, arms crossed while smirking, "someone's jealous."

hao playfully hit his shoulder, "shut up."

sung hanbin

you guys were all on a road trip while in a van together and due to unforeseen circumstances, you ended up sitting next to jiwoong while hanbin was driving at the front with gunwook in the shotgun seat

the whole ride he was watching you from his rear-view mirror

hanbin eventually parked at a rest stop where everyone rushed out to head to the bathroom or to grab a snack

you were still asleep in the back, and jiwoong had left to take care of the younger members who were already running ahead

he smirked and went to the back seats near you, embracing you in his warm chest

as you woke up in a daze, you saw your boyfriend next to you

"c'mon, you can sit in the shotgun seat next to me."

needless to say that gunwook was complaining the whole ride about why he couldn't sit in the front anymore

seok matthew

you didn't mean to but after a long day of doing errands, you ended up falling asleep in the living room of their dorm

you thought the person you were laying on was your boyfriend matthew but it was actually taerae!

when matthew left his dorm to grab a snack from the kitchen, he noticed you right away as well as taerae who was just cluelessly looking at you, unsure of what to do

matthew gave taerae a look to which taerae shrugged

"i think they thought i was you." taerae reassured matthew

matt then joined the two of you, allowing taerae to move that caused your head to hit the couch cushion.

matthew slowly rubbed your head and positioned himself so that his legs were a pillow

"you've worked so hard today baby, i love you."

kim taerae

you went to watch a movie with taerae and matthew, it was a hit and you were begging taerae to take you there

matthew also asked to tag along since he was talking to taerae about wanting to see it

you were sat in between the two boys in the back of the theatre

what you didn't expect was that this movie was incredibly long and caused you to be extremely tired half way through

in the dark room, you leaned your head onto the person sitting left to you and shut your eyes, not bothering to check if it was your boyfriend

taerae's focus then shifted to you and matthew. he was unsure of what to do in this situation, but he wished that you would've done that to him

he pokes matt's shoulder and politely asks him to move you torwards him, matthew chuckles and makes a joke about it but eventually listens to his friend :)

ricky

you were at a party with ricky when this occurred. by this time it was midnight and you were so ready to go home and plant your face into your bed

but ricky insisted to stay for the pizza so you had no choice as he was your ride home and the person you came here with

you headed to a random room where gyuvin was sitting in, you knew gyuvin very well and considered him a close friend as he was best friend's with your boyfriend

"tired?" he asked, you nodded, "god i wish i could sleep."

he then patted the empty spot next to him "then sleep."

you didn't see a problem with it since ricky never seemed bothered by yours and gyuvin's friendship and rested next to gyuvin

ricky was now on a hunt to find you after you had just disappeared, as he searched the large house, he eventually found you and gyuvin together. your head was resting on his chest which made ricky side eye his friend

"don't blame me, they were tired." gyuvin said in defense

ricky then slightly shaked your shoulder, "babe? let's go home.."

kim gyuvin

ricky was helping you with your chinese homework as you couldn't find out a question

gyuvin was in the same room but sitting on your bed as you and ricky were sitting at your desk

gyuvin enjoyed seeing the two of you bond together as he's been wanting the two of you to get close

but he didn't expect for you to be that close as you were laying on ricky's shoulder!

he shut off his phone and went to inspect closer, that's when he saw what was going on and worried

"(name)? ricky, don't tell me you overworked them!" ricky gave him a side eye and chuckled

"what? no i didn't! i was explaining to them about a character but then they just fell asleep."

gyuvin smirked then pushed ricky out of his room, "okay well that's enough chinese lessons for today!"

"what-wait! we're not done-" gyuvin shut the door even before ricky could finish

park gunwook

gunwook being class president means that he likes having a good reputation

and he shows this as he has no grudges against anyone

but when you two were heading home, he spotted you sleeping on yujin in the train

at first he didn't mind it but was now regretting sitting across from you rather than next to you

but the train was packed and he couldn't just push yujin away from you

as the next stop was announced, almost everyone got up and then the train became a ghost town as everyone departed. except you three

yujin was unbothered and scrolling on his phone, gunwook this chance and sat next to you, slowly adjusting your sleeping position so that now you were resting on him

yujin looked up from his phone, catching gunwook doing this to which his hyung just glared at him

"hyung? were you jealous?" he laughed, gunwook shrugged, "maybe."

han yujin

the upcoming exam season was stressful and demanding to say the least

you and yujin had been heading to the nearby library everyday since, changing a subject to study for each day

one day gunwook asked if he could join you guys since he was struggling in a subject. yujin agreed, not expecting anything to happen. knowing that gunwook was well aware of your relationship with him

but as you were memorizing the terms on your flashcards, your vision become blurry as you were unable to keep your eyes open

yujin was sitting across from you, still reading his textbook and jotting notes down as gunwook was also reviewing your flashcards

your boyfriend doesn't seem to notice but gunwook does and shakes you lightly, he moves his chair closer to yours but this results in you resting your head on his arm

gunwook is flustered by this and slightly chuckles, "(name)..wake up."

yujin looks up and sees this, he shuts his textbook and makes his way towards you

"they must be tired from studying everyday. let's head home guys." he says while rubbing your forehead. you guys then wrap up early and head home with yujin holding your hand the whole time

[shuckinbeanz]

Ten Years-Warmth

warnings/notes: pls lmk in comments asks or dms if I'm missing any tws I'm lost on how to appropriately tw this and have no idea if it needs any but I can't shake the feeling it doesss? 😭 (I can't help but think OOC, definitely OOC)soft tristamp!Millions Knivesxhuman reader cuz that cloak tho 🥴🥺 if you seen him you probably already know what he is, so spoilers ahoy! we've proved time and time again he can trust us, but he's so very hesitant to let down his guard because he's afraid he'll break again 😭 as that barrier breaks, we find he's super touch starved despite his initial hesitance. Slow n steady wins the race! Told in his POV, brave bb inchin out of his comfort zone for us cuz he trusts us sm 🥺

after lots of debate I've decided to post this in parts bc i wanna feed sideblog dwellers too!

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For ten long years, you were there for him. You never looked away, you always forced yourself past the inconsequential, so-called limits of your lowly species. For him. And somewhere along, the insignificant you turned into something dear. You probably don't know this, but…he so desperately wanted to reciprocate. His heart and his brain warred with each other and his body.

It was very confusing, and even more complicated.

You were the only other human…he was willing to love. It was painstakingly slow but sure, and eventually, your fastidious efforts bore fruit. 

Touch.

As revolting as the idea alone was, the moment he allowed your knuckle to graze against his jaw in a featherlight touch…it was equally, if not more so intoxicating.

It was also uncomfortable.

But he knew, if he showed that to you, you'd rear away in self resentment; hiding your desire to be touched, and more importantly, touch him beneath lock and key, out of your loyalty for him.

Yet he wanted more.

The look of pure awe in your eyes, as soft words pass your softer lips; of praise, worship, and limitless gratitude. He almost wanted to kiss them. Almost. Your other hand clutched desperately at the material you wore, evidence of your self restraint for his sake, your respect for his boundaries.

His gaze-somewhat judging-gives rise to your answer. "I want to touch you. I want to caress your cheek." you start, and he humors you with a raised brow. "Are you not doing that, already?" he mentions your knuckle, featherlight and sickeningly gentle against his jaw. You giggle, then. A sweet melody that makes his heart thrum in kind. "I want to run my fingers through your hair. I want to trace your ears, massage your broad shoulders…" you trail off, becoming shy at your own desires. "And…your strong arms…"

Even though his innate paranoia he built up over the years incessantly nagged at the edges of his consciousness; of losing, of being broken, of breaking anything precious to him…it did sound very tempting.

He doesn’t notice he’s moving, until his hand has found your wrist. You blink owlishly as he guides you, a rushed ‘Are you sure?’ spilling forth from you, worry evident in your tone and your tense form. For a brief moment, before your palm touches his cheek under his coaxing grip, he isn’t sure. But the moment it does, his body and his heart betray his brain as he leans into your warm palm and purrs. 

Warmth.

The very thing he forsook to chase his ideals. Something that, for years, he'd sorely missed, prolonged stubborn abstinence numbing the craving. It hits him like a sandsteamer on overdrive. 

It was a disgusting feeling, if he were to be honest, stemming from the fear of loss. If he accepted this touch, mindful of his being, only to lose it-to lose you, in the end, he'd break.

He'd break far, far beyond repair, everything you've worked so hard to mend torn right off like a bandaid, never to heal again.

He didn't want that.

Yet here he was, leaning into your touch and craving more. He yearned for it, down to his very vulnerable core, which threatened to hum to life in a very visible, vibrant hue just beneath his skin-quite literally. 

It was rather humiliating for him, for every fiber of his being to be so easily highly reactive to you. He both hated it and loved it at the same, very confusing time.

He was still in denial that someone as great as him was so touch starved. But before he knew it, he'd dived right into your embrace, his weight sending you onto your back.

He let you experiment; your fingers just barely touching him, ready to move away at a moment's notice. He appreciated this, deeply-though he'd rather die than admit it.

Little by little, he'd slip out of his comfort zone, only for you. It will take time…but you are ever patient. 

Slowly, his tension began to melt away, just as you bravely began on his hair, with touch still so careful.

He respected you. You've always done everything you could, solely for him. 

Soon enough, it's too late; the unusual beckon of sleep tugs at his eyelids.

Maybe he likes you. Maybe…he's in love. But everything was still so confusing and so very complicated. So wait for him, just a little longer, and hopefully he can find the courage to accept it all.

[musings-and-moans]

pillowtalk

features: assassin!kento nanami x fem!reader (afab! reader, she/her pronouns)

submission for: @spooky-diluc's “Go Fuck Yourself” Collab (@spookydiluc thank you so much for organizing this, i'm so sorry i got confused as to which blog to tag 😭)

setting: modern au, mafia au, enemies to lovers, marriage of convenience (sham marriage to be precise)

synopsis: a spinoff from the Knock You Down one shot, what if instead of escaping to Italy, to protect your lover, satoru gojo, you ask kento nanami, a trained assassin for the gojo family, to marry you? does your relationship evolve over time? does satoru gojo stay alive? what if gojo were to come back for you while you’re married to nanami?

song: pillowtalk by zayn | wc: 5590 (yeah, it's long, please read it 😭)

warnings: porn with plot, slight angst, hints at an abusive parental relationship, fighting- mentions of bruises and brutal treatment, mentions of the use of gun and killing, explicit smut, oral (f! receiving, cunnilingus, dom! nanami behavior at the beginning), f! gagging (he fashions his tie into a makeshift gag and shoves it into your mouth), impact play (pussy slapping, and ass smacking), rough sex, squirting, overstimulation and creampie (in the beginning), daddy kink, breeding kink, brat taming (if you squint through) (also please do lmk if i've missed anything or not tagged appropriately thank you <33)

beta reading: @islascafe @portfolio-of-dreams @mrskenmakozume (you three helped me BIG TIME so thank you so so so much ily 😭)

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networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

A/N: Okay, first of all, Kento Nanami, as a villain, whaaat? Well, you can either read the Knock You Down story I wrote for reference or you could read it a stand-alone. Although, I prefer the former. Secondly, if you see the interchange in the usage of his last and first name, it's for a reason. So, don't mind me. Thirdly, Mor and Far are Danish for mother and father, and this is owing to the fact that Nanami's maternal grandfather is Danish (as learned from the manga, although if I’ve got it wrong, please don’t hesitate to let me know), and last of all, the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen belong to Gege Akutami but the storylines belong to me. Reblogs, comments, and likes, especially reblogs are highly appreciated, but reposts are not allowed. ALSO, MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, BLANK BLOGS, STAY THE HECK AWAY FROM THIS POST OR MY BLOG IN GENERAL PLEASE, AND THANK YOU <33

Satoru Gojo was the heir to Gojo Industries, a well-known multinational conglomerate with a variety of businesses. When he left everything behind and began a new career as an economics professor at Tokyo University, he had no idea how important you, (Y/N) (L/N), a mathematics professor at the same university, would be to him. You two would squabble until one night, when you were locked in a staff room and decided to release your frustrations by immersing yourselves in each other. After six months of being friends with benefits, you two became a couple for the next few years. You two got into an argument one day about how he met your parents but you didn't get to meet his, and that's when he told you about his family's history: as a child, his family was always rude to him, mistreating and abusing him, and he couldn't act like it was all right, so he just walked out on them with his luggage.  In reality, Gojo Industries is actually a front. They trade drugs with people from all over the world. His parents wanted him to eventually take over the company and the trade, but he refused. 

You heard a loud bang on the door; Kento Nanami, the Gojo family's hired assassin, and Kiyotaka Ijichi, his accomplice, had broken into your apartment.  Nanami grabbed you, while Ijichi snatched Gojo and began mauling him. You were flailing your legs in the air and crying out “Satoru” when Nanami covered your mouth as he dragged you into a room, muffling your screams. You could hear a myriad of punches on the other side of the door. Fear gripped hold of you, feeling like your heart jumping out of the ribcage, sweat profusely escaping down all over, and your breathing being staggered.

The moment Nanami loosened his grip on your mouth, you screamed out, “Satoru,” until the blond-haired, blue shirt, beige trousers, and green tie-clad man covered your mouth again tightly and whispered in your ear, clicking his tongue, “Tch, tch. Did you really think Ijichi would stop? Just because he looks weak doesn’t mean that he isn’t a trained assassin. He very much is, just as I am. And I, Kento Nanami, come to bear news from Gojo’s family. They can't get him married to anyone else to further their control of the trade because he's dating you, and you must be the one to call it off. If you don’t break up with Satoru, his parents are capable of disowning and disposing of him, quietly and quickly. You don’t want that, do you? So, I suggest that you run as far away from him as you can.” This sent shivers down your spine, as memories of Satoru flashed before your eyes. He didn’t deserve to be involved in the midst of nefarious activities. All he wanted was to start a new life.

You nodded your head in agreement, and before he could walk out of the room, you called out to him with an air of frustration, “Nanami.” This caused him to stop in his tracks as you continued on, “I have a proposition for you!”

He turned back and walked over to you, kneeling. “I usually don’t do propositions, but go ahead, what do you have to say?” he asked. Clearing your throat, you said in a trembling voice, “Nanami, I know of a way for me to stay away from Satoru. I think we should get married.”

An uncomfortable silence loomed across the room for some time, until Nanami broke it by rejecting your proposition. “No,” he said, “are you out of your mind?”

You took a deep breath and replied tersely, looking at him with tears in your eyes, “Look, here's the thing. Even though it hurts to break up with Satoru, I have to, for his sake. It is still too early for me to leave Japan, though. Despite how much I think it would be the best thing to do, I can't leave my students and go in the middle of the academic year. They are very important to me, okay? Plus, you already know that I'll never stop loving Satoru, and under no other circumstance would I put our two other friends, Shoko and Suguru, in danger. It's, however, a win-win situation for all of us. The first is that I avoid the Gojo family; second, you keep your earnings if things go wrong; and third, that I will never abandon my students. Deal?” 

While this somehow didn’t make sense, since this was technically a success in his books, he nodded. “Come to the city hall as soon as I leave,” he said to you as he walked out of the room. You followed him, only to find Gojo’s face battered and bruised but smiling at you. You rushed to his side and hugged him. Nanami and Ijichi escaped, leading you to call for Shoko and Suguru to come to the rescue. 

While Shoko was treating Gojo's bruises, you told Suguru everything that happened earlier. “I don't know what to do, Suguru. I love him, but…,” you added.

He put his hand on your shoulder and said, “I know you do, (Y/N), but I have heard of Nanami from a couple of my relatives who have rewarded him with a good sum of money. The guy never misses a mark. He always shoots at the target with perfect accuracy.” 

You looked at Suguru with sheer confusion and inquired with a concerned look, “Then, are you saying I should go ahead with the plan?”

Suguru then held your shoulders, nodding in response. “It is absurd, but if it makes you feel at peace… Trust me, if you don’t break up with Satoru, Nanami will not stop chasing after you, and you’ll become collateral damage in the pursuit.”

You sighed and turned to a still-recovering Gojo. You told him sternly, with your chest aching, “We need to talk.” 

You told him that this relationship is too much for you to handle and that you want to break up with him while Shoko and Suguru were witnesses to a beautiful relationship that had to be forced to end. Gojo unexpectedly agreed, and all four of you embraced and cried in response. Later, you packed your bags, Suguru helped you book a cab to a bridal store and the city hall, and you left the apartment oblivious to Gojo's silent sobs and emotional crumbling behind you.

As your hands flitted across the dresses, you came across this lovely white square-neck dress and purchased it. When you paid the money and got in the cab to the city hall, your vision blurred and your eyes moistened with tears. Nanami was dressed in his groom's outfit when you got out of the cab and entered just as the city hall was about to close, and you were taken aback by the way he looked. You swear you felt your heart skip a beat as you walked up to him, and you were completely oblivious to the fact that his heart was skipping a beat as well. 

Only the two of you knew the wedding was a ruse when you said your vows in the hall and eventually exchanged rings. 

you two got married, you walked together out of the City Hall and to Nanami’s car to place your bags inside the trunk at the back, and he drove you. You and Nanami walked out of City Hall together and to Nanami's car, where you placed your bags in the back trunk and he drove you. While driving you to his house in his black Mustang, no one uttered a single word. 

Both of you removed your shoes and placed them on the shoe stand as you moved into your new home together. He then cleared his throat and said curtly, “Your room is to the right. You are not required to wait for me. I'm going to sleep after I freshen up. So, just go.” 

With a scowl on your face, you carried your belongings to your new room and began unpacking. After you finished, you went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You then undress and stand under the shower. As you knelt in the bathtub and sobbed uncontrollably, the metaphorical burden on your shoulders seemed to lift. You were broken about the whole predicament you were in. After freshening up, you crawled under the covers, closed your eyes, and drifted off to sleep in your black nightgown.

The first few days of your marriage went expectantly like a dredge. Both of you met each other with glares, and the only polite words that you spoke to each other were “Good morning”, “I’m leaving”, “I’m home”, “Welcome back,” and “Good night.” The rest of the time, you two scoffed at each other because you knew that if you were to utter any other word, all pleasantries would be thrown out of the window. So, you two were still rude and mean to each other, but you took it in and didn't say anything. 

You returned to the university after a while and continued teaching. Since everyone at the university noticed Gojo’s absence, they kept on bringing him up. Having assumed he had already resigned from the university, this tugged at your heartstrings. Even so, you continued to communicate with Suguru and Shoko who would keep you informed of everything that was going on. 

You arrived at the staff room during lunchtime one day to find Suguru and Shoko working on their laptops and greeted them. “Hello, buddies! What are you guys doing?” 

Shoko answered tentatively, “Nothing important, just working,” which caused your doubt to persist until you heard Satoru's voice from Suguru's laptop. 

You felt fear gripping your body as you remained clueless about what was happening. While looking through Suguru's laptop, you noticed a video in which a bandaged Satoru explained that he would be working from home from now on and that he would make sure students had the necessary materials.

"Before taking a leave of absence from the university, Satoru had been working on making videos for the classes, and he had especially made one for you. Shoko and I were busy organizing all of the videos,” Suguru replied.

When you gulped in some air, Suguru played the video where Satoru softly mentioned, “Y/N-chan, if you’re watching this video, that means two things: Suguru’s with you now and that you’re married to Nanami.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise as he continued, “I got to know. I hate my parents for doing this to us. Sometimes I feel like shoving the drugs up their noses, you know? But give me some time. I’ll speak to my parents and come for you. We’ll figure out a way to annul your marriage to Nanami, and we can then elope. I miss you, Y/N-chan.” 

You thanked Suguru and ran out of the staff room, letting your bosses know that you wouldn’t come to work for the second half of the day, causing you to book a cab home early and cry incessantly. 

No sooner than that, you reached home and prepared dinner for the both of you. Nanami then came home later that evening, and silently freshened up, before going to the kitchen to eat the food you have prepared. He liked it, he realized while eating, and was about to say something when he saw you slump your shoulders and take in a deep sigh.

You started ranting, “I miss him. Satoru, I mean. Apparently, he’s requested to work from home, and made videos for his students, and made one for me.”

You were about to cry when he retorted, “Would you shut up? No one’s interested in what you’re saying.” 

Nanami’s remark caused you to feel enraged, turning yourself in his direction, and unconsciously slapped him. He felt the stinging blow of your slap against his skin, looking at you gritting your teeth and breathlessly looking back at him.

Suddenly, he grabbed your shoulders and dragged you across the hall to your bedroom, your screams echoing in the corridor. You took a deep breath after he pushed you onto the bed, oblivious to what was to come. He loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his white shirt, forcing you to stare deeply into his piercing brown eyes before your gaze wandered even further across the shape of his chiseled frame. While looking down, you noticed he had toned abs and a prominent v-line; you could tell he had been working out constantly. Despite your gaping mouth, you completely missed the fact that he'd taken out his tie, rolled it into a makeshift gag ball, and shoved it in your mouth, muzzling your screams. Nanami then stripped you of your clothes, leaving you completely naked and at his mercy. As he took off his pants and boxers next, a wicked smile adorned his face, letting your eyes fall on the appearance of his hardened length, causing you to clench your thighs tightly as you became wet at the sight.

Up until now, no word had been spoken until you heard Nanami’s deep voice, emphasizing each word: “Spread your legs. I will not repeat myself.” 

With your feet on the bed, you dragged yourself up to the head of the bed on your elbows, spreading your legs and displaying your glistening wetness. Your hand subconsciously reached out to your clit, but he swatted your hand away and slapped your wet cunt, causing your eyes to widen in shock. 

You felt as if he was staring right at you as he slapped your pussy again; this time your eyes rolled back, your mouth agape, and you whimpered and moaned in delight. You were about to clench your thighs when he grabbed them tightly, spreading your legs even wider and diving deep into your pussy without warning. The tip of his tongue began licking your clit before sucking on your folds, and his hot tongue thrust into your wet slit, mercilessly devouring your sex as if it were his last meal on earth. His eyes never left yours for a single second while he ate you. 

Your screams had turned into moans as he kept pushing you to the point where the coil in you started to build up, but they were still muffled by his tie. 

You were in the middle of your release when Nanami removed his mouth from your pussy and turned your body around with your butt up, causing you to whine into the tie. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, remarking curtly, “A spoiled brat like you doesn't deserve to cum on Daddy’s tongue.” He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much. 

His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, the bed creaking loudly as you were fucked into oblivion. As soon as you paused to rest your head on the pillows, he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pulled it back, while reaching out your breasts with the other and holding them to pull you closer, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

He was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. He then smirked and reached out for your face, taking out the tie gag from your mouth and whispering, “Dear, I want to hear you as loudly as possible. Scream for me.”

The tip of the head touched your spongy cervix, causing you to moan incessantly while he drilled deep into you. He rasped into your ear, “What a good wife you are, taking in everything for me, your husband.”  

As Nanami nuzzled his face onto your neck and sucked on your sensitive spot, biting hard and licking the marks that he made, the sound of skin slapping against your wet folds, your moans, and his grunts reverberated through the house. The coil built up so much that you could no longer stand it and screamed, “I can't take it anymore, I want to cum!” However, he only pinched your nipples while thrusting into you and smacked your ass, saying, “No, I won't let you cum.” 

You whimpered pleadingly, “Daddy, please! I'll be good, just let me cum.” His hand reached over your sensitive bud and rubbed it hard in soft circles, enough to make your legs shake from overstimulation and your eyes roll back. 

“Cum for me,” he said emphatically.

The coil inside you finally snapped and you lost control, a clear liquid oozing out of your body and dripping onto the sheets as you cried in ecstasy. Nanami’s thrusts became more sloppy, grunting in pleasure, and pounded one final thrust into you, painting your walls white. Your inner walls clenched around his cock as you milked him dry, his seed spilling deep into you, before you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, with him toppling into you.

He pulled his now-flaccid cock out of you, causing you to whine, the combination of both of your essences dripping out from your puffy folds. He turned your body face-up and picked you up, carrying you to the bathtub and turning on the warm water before he joined you in the bath.

As you two relaxed in the bathtub, he then apologized to you with a sad look on his face, “(Y/N), I’m really sorry. For what I said, for how rough I was with you, for separating you from Gojo. For this situation that we’re in. For everything.” 

You sat up, your sore muscles gaining a sense of reprieve from sitting in the water. You replied, “Nanami, I’m sorry too. I’ve been a real brat to you, haven’t I?” 

Nanami shrugged his shoulders in reply. “It’s fine. But now that we are married, I think we should get to know each other and try to at least make this marriage work. Don’t you think so?” 

Nodding in agreement, you approached him, and turned to lie on his chest. “I think I’d like that.”

Both of you quietly acknowledged the other's presence over the following days and weeks. The two of you eventually slipped into a routine: Nanami would cook dinner whenever he came home early, and instead of you opening the door yourself, he would open it for you, and vice versa. Each of you always waited until the other was ready to eat when the other was late, no matter how late they were. There were times when you two had sex, but it was more of a stress reliever than anything else, and you ended up stocking on Plan-B's and birth control pills as every slight touch of his sent you into a feverish frenzy unlike any other. Satoru had a way of eating you out, but Kento had a way of getting into every hollow and crevice of your body. As he kissed you along every crack and crevice, and especially on the permanent bruises that you acquired in your childhood, he seemed to be calming your heart in an unexpected way, not the way Satoru did, but in a unique and comforting manner.

Eventually, you two began to open up to each other. You told him how you didn't have a good relationship with your family and how they always talked down to you and hit you, making you feel like you were not good enough. Additionally, you told him that your family wasn't in favor of you becoming a teacher in the first place, and that your grandparents believed that women should remain at home and learn household chores. This incident caused you to rebel against your family by sneaking out of the house on the day they planned to set you up with someone and running away. You applied to be a teacher at the university at that time and actually dated someone before Satoru, but he never seemed to care about you that much, so you called it off and focused exclusively on your job. Satoru came into your life, and the rest is history. 

When the two of you were talking on the couch, Nanami looked at you sadly and said, “I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that.”  

You shook your head. “I'm married to you now, Nanami. At least I should tell you about my life so far.” 

Nanami cleared his throat and said, smiling at you, “Don't forget you're Mrs. Nanami now, so you can call me by my first name.”. Even though you smiled back, you were scared as you started to feel butterflies flutter in your stomach and then decided not to call him by his first name yet until your feelings for him changed.

He sighed and told you about his background: his ancestors came to Japan under dire circumstances from Denmark. Before his family experienced an economic crisis, he stayed close to his family, particularly to his parents; consequently, he had to find odd jobs and work to provide for his parents. Then he met Toji Fushiguro, one of the assassins hired by the Gojo family. After being taken under Toji's wing, Nanami became a skilled marksman, self-taught at archery, and a great student of mathematics. Satoru’s father noticed how skillful he was in his line of work, and offered to pay off the family loans in exchange for Nanami to work for him. Thus, Kento Nanami was admitted to a well-respected school that provided top-notch education while working part-time; as a result, Nanami went to a good school and a good university, all the while perfecting his marksmanship not only with arrows, but also with guns and knives. After establishing themselves financially, his parents moved back to Copenhagen.

The catch? His family didn’t even know what he was doing; they thought he was working a white-collar job after he graduated. He’s doing this so that they can live peacefully, and should he walk out of the job, his parents would die as well. At one point, he was brought to a dilemma when he had to shoot his best friend, Yuu Haibara, because he inadvertently saw Satoru’s father making a trade. Mr. Gojo told him, “He may be your best friend, Nanami-kun, but if he ratted us out, the mission would crumble.” As Nanami spoke the words, “I'm so sorry, Yuu,” with tears in his eyes, Yuu was shot in the heart, thus becoming entwined with the fate of the Gojo family.

Hearing all of this pained your heart and brought tears to your eyes. You approached him and tried to console him by holding his hands in your own. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, and I’m assuming that you didn’t want to break Satoru and me up, did you?” 

Nanami shook his head, “No, because I didn’t want you to go through the same pain I went through, but deeper.” 

Something in you compelled you to hug him tightly for a few moments before pulling yourself away from the embrace; there was a moment when your faces were only a few inches apart and you couldn't help but stare at each other's lips. A ping on your phone startled you both, and you realized it was a text from Satoru inviting you to meet him sometime. While an awkward silence caused you both to shuffle on the couch and you debated whether or not to meet him, you secretly downloaded some language apps on your phone to help you learn Nanami's language.

One Saturday morning, while you were cooking breakfast, Nanami’s parents FaceTimed him and exchanged pleasantries. He then called out to you while talking with his parents, and you ran to him. You were wearing your pink apron on top of your red sweatshirt and black leggings when you waved at an elderly couple on the other side of the screen.

 “Hello, I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Very nice to meet you!” You greeted them chirpily.

Nanami threw a side glance at you and shook his head. “Nanami, you’re (Y/N) Nanami,” he corrected you. He turned across the screen, smiling. “Mor, Far, this is (Y/N), my wife.” 

Mr. and Mrs. Nanami covered their mouths with their hands in shock upon hearing this. “Why did you not tell us?” his mother slightly chided him in Japanese.  

You interrupted your husband just as he was about to continue talking, and said with a smile in Japanese, “It happened so soon that we didn’t get a chance to tell you. We’re so sorry, and I hope you and I get along well.” His parents and you then started a nice, sweet conversation, with Nanami looking at you with a fond smile on his face.

“Excuse me, but I have to go into the kitchen,” you told them before getting up and walking back. You subconsciously listened to their family conversation, but as you paid more attention to it, your stomach sank at what you heard.

“Kento, we don't appreciate you marrying her, let alone not telling us anything about her,” Mr. Nanami said. “I need you to leave her immediately and return to Denmark so that we can marry you to someone else of my choosing.”

“Far, I don't like the way you're talking about (Y/N),” Kento scowled. “She's a strong, independent woman who’s well-educated, loving, caring, kind, and compassionate, and she's clearly better suited to be my wife than anyone you could ever choose for me.”

Their conversation made you angry at his parents, yet, at the same time, it made you smile at Kento for defending you.

You turned off the stove and walked back to the table where Kento was sitting, and surprised the three of them by admonishing both his parents in Danish, “While I appreciate you looking out for your son, Mr. Nanami, you don't know what your son has gone through for the both of you. He's sacrificed a lot for your sake, and now you're criticizing him for making this life-changing decision for himself. He needs your help as we move into the next stage of our lives together.” This caused Kento to look at you in awe, and that's when he saw you in a new light.

After the call with his parents without saying a word, you finished eating your breakfast with Nanami before heading to your room to change. As you were heading out of the house, you told him, “I’m going to meet Satoru. I’ll be late, so don’t wait on me.” You left and closed the door, leaving a concerned Nanami behind. 

Satoru immediately saw you as you reached the cafe where you were both supposed to meet and hugged each other. You then realized that his embrace doesn’t feel warm anymore. It felt like something was missing, or rather, you were missing a certain someone. 

When you two sat down to have lunch together, he put his hand on yours and said, “(Y/N)-chan, I’m so sorry it took me this long. However, I’m going to talk to my parents and leave them behind for you. We’ll run away and spend our lives together, but you have to leave Nanami for this. You’re not to be with him, but with me.” 

For a brief moment, you reflected on the previous eight months of your marriage with Kento, and despite the way it began, eventually, you felt a pull towards him and wanted to dive deeper and deeper into the depths of his heart as you two slept with each other and became vulnerable and raw about your lives with each other. 

You pushed the cerulean-eyed man’s hand aside and, showing your ring, spoke in a sad tone, “Satoru, I truly appreciate what you’re willing to do for me. But, I’m married now, and I’m in love with my husband.” This sudden realization shocked the both of you as you got up from the table. “I have to go. I’m sorry,” you apologized before going back home, leaving a forlorn Satoru behind.

Minutes later, as you were still trying to get home, your mind was filled with thoughts of whether Kento would hate you for leaving him like this. But as you approached the front door, panting, it burst open before a crying Kento came out and engulfed you in a tight embrace. He then cupped your cheeks and kissed you hard, your teeth clicking and tongues swirling around each other. He picked you up by your ass, hooked your legs around his waist, closed the door and took you to your room, still kissing you. You two then fell onto the bed, and, between kisses, you told him moanfully the three words you didn't realize he needed to hear: “I choose you.”

“(Y/N)!” Kento exclaimed, quickly pulling himself away from the kiss. “Do you really choose me? Please say it again if you do.”

You nodded again in response and, with a genuine smile, whispered, “I choose you.”

He smiled back and kissed you again, taking his time with your lips and imprinting the newfound declaration of love in his mind. Kento put his hand on your waist and tried to pull it away, but you kept it there and kissed him more passionately. You were both running your fingers through each other's hair, kissing, embracing, and feeling each other's love radiate from your bodies before you knew it. Kento started kissing your neck, descending slowly until he reached your collar bones and complimented you on your beauty before moving on to your cleavage. You, on the other hand, peppered his neck with kisses and raked your fingers through his blond hair and the undercut, smiling and loving every moment of it.

You then climbed up on top of Kento and removed your light-blue shirt, while he continued to kiss you around the waist. You began pulling up his white t-shirt, running your fingers from his stomach to his chest, as he stood up. Now that you were both feeling passionate, you looked at each other and gave each other another deep kiss. After that, Kento kissed your shoulder and then pulled the straps of your black lace bra down while continuing to kiss you on your shoulders and up to your neck. He then unhooked your bra, which made you smirk naughtily.

“Oh, and Kento, can I tell you one more thing?” you asked, interrupting him from going further, and you heard him hum in reply. You then burst into a smile as you looked at him and said, “I’m not on the pill.”

His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden announcement. “Wait, are you saying…?”

“I’d like you to breed me, Daddy Nanami,” you whispered before you pressed your lips hard unto his, kissing Kento on his head and smelling his doused hair that smells of musk. He kisses your breasts and gently kneads them with his hands as he fervently descends on you. He continued to kiss you, moving his lips down to your navel and pushing you onto your back as he did so. 

Before going down, he began smearing kisses all over your stomach while unzipping and pulling down your pants. He then noticed your lacy black panties, which are his favorite type, and smiled wickedly at you as he kissed your thighs. He then picked both of your legs up and peeled your panties off of you, kissing your toes and slowly working his way up to your thighs. 

“I love you,” you softly moaned, causing your husband to look into your (E/C) eyes and smile.

“Baby, say those three words again for me while I have my sweet dessert,” Kento whispered, and pressed his face in between your wet nether lips, placing kitten-like licks on your clit and sucking on your folds. You let out a string of pornographic-sounding ‘I love you’s as he tongue-fucked you, looking into his brown eyes and intertwining your fingers with his.

As the coil in you started to build up, he removed his slick-covered mouth away from your pussy and wiped it using the back of his hand, before looking at you with pleading eyes. “(Y/N) baby, it’s okay. I’m still here,” he assured you while stripping off his pants and boxers, hissing slightly as his fully-erected cock sprung free and hit his stomach.

“You’re so perfect for me,” Kento muttered, looking at you with doting eyes, as he crawled back onto the bed and in between your legs spread wide. He lined his dick with your entrance and cupped your cheeks.

“I love you too, Mrs. (Y/N) Nanami,” he growled as he thrust his hardened cock inside you, eliciting another moan from your lips. His soft lips then crashed into yours for another passionate kiss, making you want more of him while he continued thrusting inside you deeper and faster. 

As you thought about how you could live this moment forever, Kento whispered in your ear: “(Y/N), my sweet angel, I’m going to make up for lost time and make love to you all night, filling you up and treating you like you deserve to be treated… like my queen.”

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First Meeting

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader 

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Y/N begins her 1st day as a member of the BAU and Spencer is immediately taken by her

A/N: I’m always adding new one shots for Reid so if you’d like to be tagged lmk!

Masterlist

Spencer

Garcia comes up beside me on my way to the meeting room, all excited and bouncy. "Did you hear we're getting a newbie today?" 

I stop in my tracks with a huff. "Wait, what? No! No one told me!" JJ walks by on her way to the briefing and I ask her. "Why doesn't anyone tell me anything?" 

"Hotch is bringing her up now," JJ grins over her shoulder. 

"Her?" I repeat, following her into the room. 

"Yeah, he's going to introduce her during the UnSub briefing," Morgan adds as he takes his usual set. 

"Did everyone know about this before me?" I sigh, plopping down in my chair. 

"Apparently," Morgan pokes fun. 

"Morning everyone," Hotch greets as he marches into the room. 

"Morning," everyone else greets as I set my stuff down. 

"Good-" My words disappear as I lift my attention away from my files toward the door and that's when I see her. 

"This is Agent Y/N Y/L/N," Hotch introduces. "She is of the most recent Quantico graduating class and will be joining our team." 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," JJ offers Y/N her hand. 

The girl shakes her hand with a warm smile. "You too! Thank you guys for letting me sit in," she announces to the group. 

I swallow hard. She's so young, she's like me. 

"How old are you anyway?" Morgan questions, leaning back in his chair. 

"Twenty-two," she answers. I knew it. "I graduated undergrad early." 

"Aw like Spence," Prentiss gushes. 

I don't even react to Prentiss petting my hair. Usually, I would swat her hand away. All I can do is stare at Y/N. I've lost all function like a robot missing a piece. 

"Spencer?" JJ says my name with a hint of worry. It sounds like background noise, so faint. 

Morgan chuckles. "I think Reid's head just exploded." 

"Earth to Spencer," Prentiss waves her hand in front of my face. 

I snap out of my daze and swat her hand away. "Stop it," I mumble. 

A blush forms on my cheeks, I can feel it. I clear my throat nervously and try to act normal as I open up my file. Y/N takes the empty chair across the table from me. She offers me a smile. I feel this weird feeling in my stomach like I've had too much coffee and am all jittery. 

JJ redirects everyone's attention to the screen. "Okay guys, let's begin. We've been receiving a series of calls from several police stations in Atlanta. There's been a series of livestock killings ranging from pigs to more commonly lambs. Each stabbed and hearts removed. Then, symbols painting on her foreheads and stomachs." 

"Go back please," Y/N requests, surprising everyone. 

JJ's brows scrunch together. "Do you see something, Y/N?" 

"The locals think it's a cult?" She asks. 

JJ looks over her papers and nods. "Yes actually." 

"It's not," Y/N states with the utmost certainty. 

My brows scrunch together as I begin to analyze the image myself. I wasn't paying attention before. I hate to admit it, but I was distracted. She's right, this isn't the work of a cult. 

"How can you tell?" Hotch questions with narrowed eyes. 

"The pentagram is wrong," I answer. My eyes meet Y/N's and she smiles. 

"We're more likely dealing with teens or college students, outcasts, trying to scare the community," she adds. "Is that a college nearby?" 

JJ skims her research and pulls out a sheet. "Yes, two." 

"Does one of a greater population of local students?" I ask. 

"Um..." JJ reads. "Yes." 

"I think we should start there," Y/N concludes. 

Hotch nods, rising from his chair. "Okay, wheels up in an hour everyone. Prepare," he instructs before heading to the door. "Good work, Y/N." 

"Thank you, Sir," she grins, evidently proud of herself. 

"Now there's two of him," Morgan chuckles as he gathers his things. 

Y/N laughs. "What?" 

"He's referring to me," I assure her. "The way you noticed the unfinished pentagram and narrowed down the profile, usually, I do that." 

"Oh, sorry!" She's quick to apologize. 

"No, no!" I wave my hands in a panic. "It's nice having someone else around who notices details like that. Makes me feel less annoying and a know-it-all." 

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Y/N

Hotchner, Reid, and I stand on the other side of the one-way mirror as our next interviewee gets settled in by the police. He's a student at the local university and fits the M.O. A complete outsider, impressionable, a history of emotional disorders and animal abuse, it's a perfect match. 

"Sir, do you think Spencer and I could go in?" I request. 

Hotchner raises a brow. "Do you think you're ready?" 

"Yes, and just in case that's why I ask to have Spencer with me." 

"Spencer, what do you think?" The leader questions, watching as the cops release Brian from his handcuffs and depart the room. 

Spencer glances past Hotchner over to me. He nods. "I think she's ready, Sir." 

I suppress a smile and redirect my attention to our potential UnSub. 

"Very well, go ahead," Hotchner approves. 

"Thank you, Sir," I say as I head toward the door. 

Spencer holds the door for me and we step out into the hall. 

Before we enter the interview room, I had my file over to Spencer. 

"Here, could you hold this for a second?" 

He takes the stack nervously. "What... What are you doing?" 

"I have an idea." I remove my scrunchie from my hair and toss it around a bit. Spencer watches as I slip my scrunchie onto my wrist and begin to unbotton the top to buttons of my blouse. I readjust my boobs a little and pull down my blouse. I take the waist of my skirt and pull it up a little. "How do I look?" I ask the boy when I'm done. 

"I... uh... I..." He stammers. 

"Perfect!" I smile, taking back my things. 

I enter the room first, Spencer following close behind. "Hi Brian, I'm Agent Y/L/N and this is Agent Dr. Reid," I introduce as we take our seats across the table. 

"You two look like you could go to my school," Brian laughs. "How old are you guys anyway?" 

��I smile and ignore his question and stick to the topic. "We're just going to ask you a few questions." 

Brian smirks. "Well, can I ask you something first?" 

"Of course," I assure him. 

"Can I have your number?" He asks boldly. 

"I um..." I'm at a loss for words. 

"I don't think that's very appropriate." Spencer defends with a stern tone. 

"What? Are you her boyfriend or something?" Brian mocks. 

"Uh no, but this isn't a personal conversation this is an investigation, so let's stick to only necessary questions," 

Brian complies and I continue my interview. He gets off track here and there, but Spencer steps in. I'm thankful that Spencer is quiet for the most part, only when to redirect Brian back to the purpose of our interview. I feel calmer with Spencer next to me. For some reason, his presence makes me feel safe even though we may have a serial animal abuser and cult member across the table from us. When I conclude our interview, Spencer and I rise from our chairs. I tell Brian that authorities will be in soon to take more of his information. 

"So how's about a date?" He asks again for a third time within the last thirty minutes. 

I ignore him as Spencer opens the door for me. 

"What? I'm not your type?" The kid chuckles. 

I stop and spin on my heels to face Brian. I press my palms against the table and lean closer to the boy, startling him. "Frankly no, you're not. I'm into older guys and... well..." I eye him up and down and giggle. "You're nothing but a kid." 

He swallows hard, shifting in his chair uncomfortably. I smirk and step outside into the hall. Spencer joins me and shuts the door behind us. He wears a bewildered expression. I begin to tie my hair up again and button up my shirt. 

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," he voices as we head toward the door to the watch room.  

I shrug. "Eh it's okay, he's just a kid. Plus, I'm used to it." 

When we enter, Morgan and Hotchner are still observing Brian's behavior. Morgan steps closer to Hotchner, making room for Spencer and me. I catch a glimpse of Brian through the mirror and his head is in his hands. 

"Good work," Hotchner compliments us. 

"Interesting approaching," Morgan nods. "Seems to be working." 

"Thank you," I grin, bringing my arms crossed over my chest. "I figured it was worth a shot. 

A comfortable silence remains in the room as the four of us watch Brian slowly crumble. 

Spencer leans closer to me and I extend my neck out to him. "Is it true, what you said about being into older guys?" He questions quietly between us. 

I turn my head to look at him and his face is full of curiosity. "How old are you?" I ask. 

His brows scrunch together. "Twenty-seven." 

I smile, turning my attention back to Brian as he continues to fidget. "Yes, it's true." I back up to step outside and fetch a coffee. I suspect this will be a long night. 

Spencer

Right as Y/N steps out, Morgan sighs. "Aw Reid, you're in trouble man," he laughs. 

Hotch chuckles from beside him. 

I frown. "What do you mean?" 

"Seriously?" Morgan raises a brow as he turns his body to face me. "She just told you she's into you." 

"No, she didn't, she just asked me how old I am and told me-" I pause, reviewing our interaction just seconds prior and I begin to piece it all together. My eyes grow wide. "Holy crap, she's into me!" 

"You better jump on that, Big Guy!" Morgan pats me on the shoulder. 

Hotch wears a sly grin, pretending to be focused on Brian, but it's evident he's amused by us. 

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Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.” 

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission 

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going 

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up? 

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you  

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it 

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day 

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment. 

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try 

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse 

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation. 

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied 

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you 

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways 

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them 

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you 

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk

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Loki X Fem!Reader one shot

A/N: I wrote this in May but it was really bad so I kept it in my drafts. I edited this today after @lucywrites02 sent me a request for a stargazing one shot :3

Warnings: Fluff. Very cheesy. The dialogue, ugh

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Go stargazing.

Seemed easy enough. Very romantic, too. You'd been stargazing before, but never with someone else. Never on a date.

There was a slight chill in the air, permeating through you and making you shudder. But that was okay- you had a blanket. And you were cuddling with your-

"Are you my boyfriend now?"you murmured, turning your head to look at Loki. His shoulder made for a very nice pillow.

His lips quirked upwards, and he gave you a sly glance. Your insides might have fluttered then. Just a little bit.

"Boyfriend,"he said softly, evidently mulling it over. The word sounded so much more, rolling off his tongue like that. "Such a juvenile term…"

Your heart sank a little, and your hand clenched in your lap under the blanket, disappointment surging through you. Your eyes snapped back to the heavens, that seemed less bright than they had been a few seconds ago. "Yeah, I guess."

"It seems very… casual for what we have, dearheart." His fingers crept across your closed fist, slowly unravelling your fingers, and your worries. And maybe even your heart. The man- the god- held it in the palm of his hand. He knew it, the sneaky bastard. And he was pressing just the right buttons.

"Oh?"you breathed. He hummed softly, and you sighed, instinctively leaning closer, breathing in deeply.

He smelled of pine and peppermint tonight.

"I was thinking, perhaps… consort would be more appropriate. Lover. What say you?"

The way he spoke to you, that soft, intimate tone, the gentle words that toyed with your heartstrings- it had you at a loss for words. He had this way of presenting his affections that left your head reeling and your chest so full that you could barely breathe.

Loki laughed when he realized that. The softest, most melodious laugh you'd ever heard. You gulped. "Um."

"Have I rendered you speechless, sweetling?"

"You know what you're doing,"you muttered, turning your head to plant a kiss on his jugular. You were pleased to see that his breath caught and his cheeks reddened.

"So do you, darling,"he said in hushed tones. His voice was an octave higher than usual.

You responded with a laugh that sounded unsteady even to you, and he glanced at you, eyes full of stars, mirroring the skies above, even though he wasn't looking at the stars.

Your heart leapt.

"How about… just love. My love. How does that sound?"

"Sounds wonderful, my love."

His gaze shone with gratification and unmistakable affection, and his lips parted to say something- but you kissed him, tasting those sweet, sweet words, tasting his laughter- tasting him.

Maybe love was tasting the stars in your lover's lips, then.

Seems nice.

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I haven’t seen an active trans culture account, so I’m making one! Inspired and modeled after @ace-culture-is and @aro-culture-is :)

Submissions (currently posting 4 per day):

Begin each post with “trans culture is” or “____ trans culture is”/a varient (ex: “transmasc culture is” “genderfluid culture is” “afab trans culture is” “neurodivergent trans culture is” etc.) Note: Anyone who is intersex and/or not 100% cis (as in does not identify solely and completely with their AGAB) has a place in the trans community and are valid and valuable contributors to this blog.

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No “opposite gender.” Try “different gender,” “other gender,” etc. instead

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[sugako]

friends help friends

suga x f!reader x daichi

sum: when suga finds about a secret desire you’ve been hiding he asks the person he trusts the most to help fulfill your fantasy 

cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, smut, watching porn, Dom/sub, threesome, pet names (angel, baby), thigh riding, face sitting/oral (f!receiving) spit roast, oral/face fucking (m!receiving), anal plug, spanking, degradation, anal sex/cockwarming, double penetration, all holes filled, squirting, sloppy, pearl necklace/cumming on you, creampie

wc: 3.5k 

a/n: very excited to post my first threesome i hope yall like it <3 

“Whatcha watching?” Suga’s sharp sing-song voice ringing from behind your ear jolted you out of your seat. On instinct, you snapped off your phone and shoved it between you and the chair.  

“Nothing!” You yelped. You hadn’t even heard him sneak up behind you, still thinking he was working away in his home office. 

“Oh, so you weren’t just watching a woman get railed by two big guys at the same time in the middle of our living room on your phone?” He smirked as he rounded the big chair, moving you over so you were cradled in his lap. You adjusted yourself so your red face was hidden, pressed against his chest and your knees hung over the arm of the chair. 

“Depends on what you count as nothing, I guess.” You muttered into him. 

When he cupped your already soaked center through your soft lounge pants, you knew his joking tone would vanish shortly. Your thighs struggled to shut around his wrist as he ground his palm into your clit. 

“You wish that was you?” He whispers into the crown of your head, placing a little kiss there. “I don’t even know why I’m asking when you’re dripping through your clothes like this.” His little scoff making you whine. 

“I just wanted to see.” You sigh into him as his hand travels back to your leg, urging you to straddle his thigh. Melting into his warm touch, you readily comply. 

When your hands wrap around the back of his neck, he sharply raises his knee against you. With a little whine, you start to hump yourself against him and kiss against the soft, pale skin of his neck. “You don’t even need a cock to get off, so why be greedy and want two?” His harsh words only served to encourage you as you ground against him harder. “Kinda hurts my feelings. My baby wants another man’s cock.” He fake pouted and pulled your head away to admire how your lust-filled eyes shimmered in the soft afternoon light. 

“N-no, you’re all I need.” You assured him, although his farce was obvious. 

“But you want two cocks?” He challenged. 

“I don’t-” 

“Don’t lie, angel, it’s not very nice of you.” 

You paused, distracted by the feeling between your legs. At this point, you knew the fabric of his pants had to be getting soaked with how you were dripping against him. 

“Yeah, but we could use a fake one.” You suggest, tightening your grip on his shoulders.

“Hmm, it’s not the same, you know that.” He grins at the confused look on your face, enjoying watching you struggle to respond appropriately. “I’ll find you someone, hmmkay? But first, you should probably be punished for being a little liar and holding back from me.”

Just as you’re teetering at the edge of release, he pulls you off his leg and lays you out over his lap with your ass in the air. 

“Don’t forget to count, angel.” 

That’s how, about a week later, you end up awkwardly sitting beside Daichi on your living room couch. The night he found out about your little secret, Suga had gotten to work right away. Originally, Daichi thought the texts were a joke until Suga added you to the group and sent a lewd photo of your fucked out body and a short audio clip of you begging for more. 

Suga was humming happily as he watched the two of you nervously sip your teas as he prattled on with meaningless small talk as if this was casual. Part of you wondered just how much he was doing this for you and how much he was doing for himself. Still, the excitement far outweighed any inhibitions you had about the entire thing. 

You turned to Daichi, who was currently keeping his eyes locked on the bottom of his empty cup, both hands firmly clamped around it. Seeing him like that, usually so cool and confident, actually boosted your ego. 

“Hey,” you said softly, putting a hand over his knee, “You wanna go to the bedroom?” 

His eyes flickered down the front of your oversized shirt. When he walked in it had been painfully obvious you weren’t wearing anything except a frilly pair of panties underneath, and although he was only over for one reason, he still felt a little bad when he got hard at the sight of your body. The way your fingers smoothed over his knee and thigh, trying to calm him down only added to his fluster. “We can go slow if you’re nervous.” You draw out, creeping closer to him. 

Suga watches, silently and carefully, seated adjacent to you. Daichi’s always followed the ‘rules’ too much and Suga relishes in watching him unravel under your pretty stare. 

“Th-that’s not, I mean I’m not-”

“She’s right, you’ll feel more comfortable in the bedroom. Take him, angel, I’ll be right behind after I take these to the sink.” Suga cuts off his sputtering before it can get out of hand and quickly swoops in to take the empty cups from the both of you. 

Daichi lets you take his hand and lead him. He knows where the bedroom is, he’s been over dozens, maybe even hundreds of times before, but now everything looks a little new for some reason. When he blinked again and finally took a breath to ground himself you were cocking your head up at him, waiting patiently beside the bed. 

“Here,” you said quietly, taking his cheeks into the palms of your hands, “Let’s start slow, huh? Kiss me.” Craning into him, you hesitate, wanting him to be the one to close the gap. After a long moment, he finally does. Still cautious, he hums against your lips, letting you lead him through the short contact before you pull away. “Kōshi will probably ask you again too, but are you sure you want to do this?” 

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nods, realizing his arms somehow got bound up in holding you. “Yes, I’m sure, this is all just new.” 

“I know, it’s new for us too, but don’t worry, it’ll be fun!” You’re giving him a firm pat on the shoulder when Suga strolls in, barely rolling his eyes at the two of you. 

“You’re here to fuck her, not hug her.” He laments as he takes you into his arms, planting a firm kiss against your lips. “And don’t worry, she’s a slut, she can take whatever.” When he spins you around harshly and you let out a little yelp at the sudden twist, feeling a little more exposed now that he’s holding your back against his chest. “I think this is more than enough buildup, so why don’t we just get to it?” 

He scrunches up your long, shirt, pulling it over your head and messing up your hair in the process. His hands come around your front to palm your tits, putting them on display for Daichi. You’re already panting, watching him slowly reach down to the front of his pants and begin to unbutton them. 

“So pretty, isn’t she?” Suga beams from behind you, looking down at how you’re already squirming in his arms. “I’m so lucky she’s also such a perfect, little cumslut too.” With only a little force he pushes you toward the bed. “On the bed, on your knees, baby.” He starts disrobing and glances back at Daichi who’s thick tip is peeking out from behind the band of his boxers. “You want her to suck your dick? Just tell her, you’ll do anything, right baby? Always so obedient.” 

You’re sitting back on your knees, waiting for the two of them to finish undressing, but you nod quickly. “Yeah, just like we talked about. Want you to tell me what you want.” 

“Ahh, yeah, um alright.” 

Suga tried to hold back another eye roll. Daichi, usually so in charge and dominating, was nervously puttering before you - his sweet, submissive fuck baby, of all people. With a little huff, Suga fell back onto the bed behind you. Feeling the mattress dip beside you, you went to turn before he stopped you. 

“No, stay. Let’s just get these off,” he tugs down on your soaked panties, tossing them off the side of the bed, “and you can sit on my face.” 

Even though you don’t turn, you know he can feel your excitement growing. You turn your eyes back to Daichi, who’s standing a little more confidently in front of you even if his cheeks are stained red, gripping his cock with white knuckles. Balancing on your knees while Suga snuggled between your thighs, you reached out beckoning him to come closer. When your fingertips grazed over his, brushing up his head, damp with pre-cum, any hesitation he had left seemed to dissipate. 

“Please,” you didn’t know if you were whining to him or to Suga who was caressing your ass and slowly kissing up between your thighs, “want you.” Thighs pressed tightly against the bed to get as close to you as possible, Daichi held his breath as you gripped him harder and opened your mouth.

His girth was impressive, you had to admit, and the way his angry purple head stretched your lips made you silently whimper around him. In response, he let out a low groan, pushing into you a little more. You were so focused on holding and pumping him in time with your mouth you barely noticed how Suga had slowed his actions. 

Below you, he was admiring how your pretty cunt fluttered and clenched every time you took a little more of his friend. It hadn’t taken much for you to get soaked, so even in the shadow under your body, he could see the glistening slick seeping from you. But when he heard you whine more needily he couldn’t hold back. 

Your jaw tightened around Daichi as you let out a high-pitched moan, muffled by his cock between your lips, and your hand around him fell to the bed to keep you upright. Suga licked thick stripes up and down, smearing your wetness as much as he could, and pulling you to sit flush to his face. Your eyes teared up as he stopped the sloppy licks and started in on your clit. 

Daichi’s head fell back when his hips, on their own volition, started thrusting into you. His hand wrapped around the side of your head and kept you in place as he fucked himself into your mouth. As best you could while distracted by both men, you slackened your jaw to take more of him until his tip was prodding at the back of your throat. Suga’s tongue did not let up on you either, and in minutes you were a slobbering mess humping against his face as release bounded upon you. 

Overwhelmed, Daichi slowed his motions in your mouth, watching you come undone. Hot, little tears flowed over your pretty cheeks and your body twitched and spasmed, but you stayed with your lips firmly wrapped around him. The little whines and moans vibrated his length only adding to his own tension. 

Suga licked one last messy stripe up you, needing a last taste as you slowly stilled. He shuffled out from under you and got up on his knees, lifting your ass to meet his hips. Easily lining his cock up he slapped a harsh mark against your skin. The motion made you lurch forward, moaning again around Daichi. 

“Like I said,” Suga panted out, “You can be a little rougher with her, she likes it.” He kept his eyes on the two of you as you started bobbing your head once more, and reached into the bedside table to pull out a short, thick object and a small bottle - both of which Daichi recognized at once. When you heard Suga squirt the lube into his hand, you couldn’t help but clenching, knowing what was to come. 

He was too impatient to warm it up in his hands, simply coating your tight, puckered hole in it before easing a finger in. “Relax, angel baby.” He coos, voice far softer than before. You always got too excited, accidentally clenching when you shouldn’t be, especially with someone’s cock fucking your mouth so good. Slowly, he eases the plug in, rubbing your back all the while. 

Nose puffing wildly against Daichi, you relax as best you can as you feel the plug bottom out, knowing it’s only the beginning. Suga doesn’t give you a moment’s rest, landing another rough smack against your bottom before he pushes himself into your ready cunt in one smooth motion. You feel so full already, every hole being filled and fucked to the brim. 

Between the two of them, you’re barely doing anything anymore. Their thrusts effortlessly sync up and you’re suddenly being tossed back and forth, back and forth on their cocks. It’s more than you had imagined, being so full and so fucked out already.

“My cute little whore, you love this, don’t you?” Suga calls out hoarsely. “Your little pussy is just creaming all over me.” 

Deftly, you hum around the cock in your mouth, unable to actually respond. Daichi’s motions get sloppier and harder when you look up at his determined expression with your teary eyes. With a sharp huff, he pulls you off by tugging back your hair and takes a small step back from the bed. Your numb jaw stays parted as you gasp for air, spit leaking down the corner of your dry lips. 

“Didn’t… didn’t wanna cum just yet.” He puffs out, knowing Suga was gearing up to ask. You feel emptier, having easily gotten so used to being skewered by their cocks. 

“You want to fuck her?” Suga slows his rough thrusts, lazily rutting against you before he lets out a short laugh. Letting your front half fall into the mattress for some respite, you clench around him at the question. “I know you want that, angel, calm down,” he scoffs. “Besides, you haven’t even seen her perfect cunny, that’s what you’re really here for anyway.” 

You whimper into the sheets when Suga suddenly pulls out, unable to move. Daichi clears his throat and sits beside you on the bed, smoothing the hair out of your face. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighs, “I’m gonna fuck you now.” He says simply just as Suga wraps his arms around you, pulling you back into his lap. He keeps himself upright with his back against the headboard and reaches between your legs and carefully slides the plug out, only to replace it with his soaked cockhead. Not capable of forming a sentence you just moan and nod as his cock slips into you, aided by an ample amount of added lube. 

It’s not a new sensation, but the stretch aches each time, especially when he bottoms out and spreads your legs. His own legs are spread enough for yours to be wide enough to fit Daichi’s thick body. When you finally look up, haze clearing from your mind, you’re met with a dark expression etched into Daichi’s face while he positions himself between your legs. 

He doesn’t look directly at you, eyes fixed between your puffy spread folds and the sliver of where he can see how Suga is nestled inside of you. From behind, Suga’s hand comes up around your chin, forcing you to look back. His thumb taps against your cheek and, on command, you open your mouth and stick out your flat tongue. Daichi can only watch as Suga spits down into your bruised mouth and immediately presses a burning kiss against your lips. 

Daichi doesn’t even realize he’s frozen until Suga pulls away from you, forcing you to look forward. “Come on then, she’s been good, don’t you think she deserves your cock? She’s squeezing me to death here.” 

Blinking hard, Daichi comes out of his stupor. “Yeah, you’ve been a good girl.” He echoes back. “You wanna be filled up by these two cocks?” 

It’s barely a question, but you stutter out an answer anyway. “Please, yes, please, please. Want you so bad.” 

He eases between both of your legs, putting his hands on either side of Suga to keep himself steady as he prods at your hole. The little sigh you let out when his tip slides in makes him shudder and force himself in deeper. His fat cock burns you, and with Suga’s lodged deep in your ass, you feel like your being split. Along your thin wall, you can feel the two of them nestled against one another as Daichi slowly enters you. 

Suga pants across the back of your neck, holding himself back from fucking your tight hole that only grows tighter as Daichi eases into you. For what feels like forever, he looms over your whimpering mess of a body, inching in little by little until at last, he bottoms out. 

“Good, baby? Both your cute, little holes all filled out.” Suga whispered against your ear. 

Already shaking, you feverishly nod. “F-feels so good, ah… uh, both so big.” 

Daichi’s hips are vibrating as he holds back from fucking into you, choosing instead to shallowly rut against you. “So tight,” he sighs, “but you’re taking us so well.” For once, not silently pleading for Suga’s permission, he pulls out most of the way before slamming back into you. The way his cock drags against your stretched walls and the hardness of Suga’s closely centered cock is completely new to him, but it makes his mind go feral. 

All you can do is sit back against Suga’s smooth chest as Daichi fucks you into him, both of them moving to kiss any bit of you they comfortably can. It’s a sloppy mess of tongues and teeth and skin slapping and scraping while you’re crushed between them. After feeling Daichi’s cock rub so manically against his, Suga can’t help but thrust up into you, holding back as much as he humanly can. 

The only noises that fill the air are a garbled mix of broken sobs and moans intertwined with the loud slaps of skin and wet squelch between your legs. A tight knot ropes itself in the base of your abdomen, between being stuffed and the way Daichi’s hip keeps battering your still-sensitive clit you know you’re not far from the edge. 

“Gonna cum on our cocks?” Suga manages out from behind you. 

“Uh… uh-huh, c-close.” 

“Come on, cum all over my cock.” Daichi groans into your shoulder, the way your shake under him giving him the confidence to slam into you harder. The added pressure is enough to unravel you. Orgasm violently crashing down, Suga holds your thrashing body still, watching where Daichi’s cock was still pounding into your fluttering cunt. You felt the pressure keep inside of you as the waves continued, and then a sputter of wetness came from between your legs, soaking Daichi’s abdomen. 

“Good girl,” Suga sighed and stilled completely. 

He couldn’t even try to hold back a loud moan as he looked down to watch you squirt all over him. That was the end of the line for him. Despite what his heart wanted, he pulled out of you, sitting back on his knees and furiously pumping his weeping cock. The emptiness made you feel exposed, but you could only needily whine and grind back in Suga’s lap.

“Gonna cum on those tits. All over you.” Daichi’s eyes are flickering between yours and your empty pussy. Before you can get a simple ‘please’ in, his cum is shooting all over your abdomen and across your chest. A broken, breathy moan shatters out of his mouth when he clearly looks at you. “So pretty like this.” He whispers as he relaxes. 

Giving him his moment, Suga waits until the gentle smile finds its way back onto Daichi’s face to lift you off his throbbing cock. The sudden motion makes you squeak as your back on your hands and knees again and Suga’s pushing you into the comforter. 

“Let me help you.” You manage, looking up into Daichi’s eyes just before Suga rams into you, starting at a blistering pace immediately. Your entire body is rocked, the bed creaking under you. 

Daichi gently takes your chin, scooting up so you can take his softening cock into your mouth and suck him clean. Just as you finish, leaving a little trail of saliva between his tip and your lips, you feel Suga’s hips stutter and slow. His cock twitches inside of you one final time before he shoots his load deep into you, holding your hips flush to the front of his thighs. Purposefully, you clench tightly around him, sucking him in and milking him dry. 

He stays tucked inside of you until he starts to soften, then flops back onto the bed, dragging you along with him. You paw out for Daichi, pulling him back to lay on the other side of you. The three of you pant silently for a minute, cooling down. 

After a while, Suga clears his throat. “Everything you dreamed of, angel?” You hummed softly and often a small nod. Looking over your head, he made eye contact with Daichi and grinned. “Same time next week?” 

[armysantiny]

NCT 127; Their s/o is a wildlife researcher

Pairing: Ot9 x gender neutral reader // NCT (127)

Genre: fluff, headcanon

Includes: wildlife researcher y/n, research, Johnny’s is kinda a college au, cute reminders, sending cute pictures to y/n, being supportive boyfriends, appropriate concern for y/n’s safety, Yuta’s a lil protective, cuddling, coffee, listening to y/n’s  stories, placements

Word count: 1.46k

Warning: talks a lil about work-related injury,

Rating: Still pretty PG in my opinion, lmk if I should change it!

Networks: @kwritersworld​, @kdiarynet​, @kpopscape​, @ultkpopnetwork​, @kpopcontentcreatorsclub​​, @k-dinernet​, @lovesick-net​, @whipped-kpop-creators​, @ficscafe​, @neoswitchnet​, @nct-writers​

Tagging: @teeztheflag​, @intokook​, @cherry-hyejin​ || Taglist Form

An: Usually I use gifs when I write headcanons, but I couldn’t find any recent ones😫. Members under the cut!

태일 (Taeil)

내 사랑 문태일~

Obligatory reference out of the way-

Whenever I think of Taeil, I feel warmth, I don’t really know how to describe it lol

Like, protective supportive boyfriend vibes

When you tell him about your job, he gets curious

He gets that you work with animals, and that’s really cool!

Just be safe :(

He knows that he shouldn’t be worried because you’re a professional, and he isn’t.

Well, mostly.

Of course, there’s a little part of him that worries

Other than that, I think that Taeil quite likes hearing about the stories of the animals you work with

He’d be home after a schedule, be making dinner because you come home later than he does

You’d walk in and he’d invite you to sit down and drink some tea together

Asks you how your day was over dinner

Nods along with a smile on his face

I just realised how domestic I made this-

Taeil to me just equals domestic boyfriend lol

쟈니 (Johnny)

1/2 of my 127 biases, let’s go Chicago! 

Johnny’s that kind of boyfriend that probably convinces you to follow your ambitions and become a wildlife researcher

Like, you two probably met during college and when he heard you were studying zoology, he got so invested

Helped you get your placements

Offers to drive you to when he’s free

Asks about the animals from time to time

You two would take a long car journey to the beach and he’ll ask you about your week

Listens to you with the biggest smile on his face

Please, he’s your number one fan

He knows all the stories about your favourite animals to work with

Cute :(

태용 (Taeyong)

Softest leader in kpop leggo-

I’m sorry, have you seen Yongie with animals?

He cares for them so much, and he turns into the freakin’ pleading face, he’s so precious

Our bubu :(

You tell him you’re a wildlife researcher and he looks at you in awe

This babie wants to hear everything

If this baby could fall in love with you anymore, he would

Is literally your number one fan

You’d come home from work and he’d immediately bring you to the living room to have a warm drink with him

He knows your job can be stressful sometimes, so he wants you to relax as much as possible

The stories! Tell Taeyong all the stories please!

He will give you his undivided attention

Will 100% ask if you’ve got a favourite species of animal to work with

Curious bubu :(

유타 (Yuta)

My second 127 bias, yay!

Yuta’s an interesting one for me, I don’t know why lol

We all know he loves nature

I’m sure he’ll really like that you work with animals

But like, since most of 127 (Mark lol-) said he gives 오빠 vibes, I feel like Yuta will be a little wary at times

Probably asks if you’ve been injured at work at all

Reminds you every day to be careful

Lets you ramble on about your day when you’re cuddling

Enjoys teasing you occasionally

“You can just go back to your research if you’re not going to give me a little attention~”

“Yuta!” cue pouting that just makes Yuta’s heart swell

“Just kidding baby~.”

Cute :(

도영 (Doyoung)

Bunny prince, you’re up!

I feel like Doyoung is kinda hesitant about you being a wildlife researcher

Like, he’ll ask some questions about it, but that’s kinda just it lol

Isn’t exactly the biggest fan of your job

But that’s what you love, so he’s not going to stop you; he loves you too much for that.

When you go on trips, he reminds you a thousand times that your life is still more important than your job

He knows you could get seriously injured, and he doesn’t want to see you hurt

If you come home with any pictures, he wants to see them

Admiring your work from a distance seems like a very Doyoung thing to do.

Sorry, this one’s kinda short-

재현 (Jaehyun)

Ayy cutie, your turn!

Jaehyun feels like he’ll react kinda like a mix of Johnny and Yuta

Like, he’s excited for you when you get the job and you tell him what you’ll be doing

But he also wants you to be safe in the meantime

Being safe and enjoying your job; why not have both?

He enjoys seeing the excitement on your face when you tell him about your latest research projects

If you have  to work late into the night, Jae gets you a coffee and makes sure you’re taking healthy breaks 

Honestly, he doesn’t get much sleep himself, so I see him sitting nearby watching a Netflix drama (ahem *cough Vincenzo *cough*) or scrolling through Twitter

Sends you posts while you’re working every now and then because it reminded him of you.

Imagine time!

You’re busy finishing some paperwork and your phone pings

Jaehyun’s in the corner giggling to himself

“What are you laughing at Jae?”

“Pfft- check your phone~”

So you do, and you snort laughing

“How...How did you even find this?”

You’re trying to ask him but you’re laughing too much

Gimme this please :(

정우 (Jungwoo)

Insert Mark’s “정우~” here lol

Again, Jungwoo’s one is a bit of a mystery to me

Not because I don’t know how he’ll react. but because I can see him reacting on multiple ways to you being a wildlife researcher.

Like, he could be very worried but supportive, excited and eager, or a mix of those two, you know?

Seperate ideas on how he’ll react aside, I think that Jungwoo will be pretty interested in your job

A wildlife researcher? Cool!

But then again, it’s dangerous, but he thinks you’re so brave for still wanting to do your job

So much admiration for you omg

You tell him about your upcoming research projects and he wants to hear everything

You send him a picture of you with an animal you’re working with and he makes it his wallpaper

If you go on trips, he sends you texts reminding you to look after yourself

Surprises you with a pampering session when you get back

“Baby~”

I can tell for a fact that Jungwoo likes watching your focused expression

“Yes Woo? Do you need something?”

He just shakes his head and tells you to keep working

Brings you snacks and drinks to your desk

Jungwoo best boy

마크 (Mark)

Insert Haechan’s “Oh Canada~” here lol

Mark seems like he’d be very chill about the idea, you know?

He’s cool with it :)

As long as you’re happy, go ahead, he’ll be there to support you

When he gets curious about your latest research, his eyes get those little sparkles in them

So pure

Listens to you and gives you his full attention

Wants to see all the pictures

When you’re stressed, he sends you voice clips of him singing or just rambling off about something that happened that day

Since I feel like Mark would date someone around his age, you’d probably be in the first few years

The stress would be a lot and he understands

If you need to unwind, Mark is ready with whatever you need

Always makes sure you’re looking after yourself

Daily little reminders through text (he so sends you little emotes too-)

He’s so adorable

해찬 (Haechan)

This child, let’s do this!

Again, since Hyuck is still 20 (well, he’ll be 21 this June), I feel like his partner wouldn’t be that older than him.

Probably two or three years

He admires you so much

You’re so driven, and he couldn’t be more proud of you

He gets excited when you tell him about the new research project you’ve been assigned to

Does tease you about your sleeping schedule

Like he gets any kind of sleep himself-

“Baby it’s midnight~ are you really going to let your boyfriend sleep alone?”

Honestly, he doesn’t mind that you have to stay up sometimes

He just likes seeing the ‘omg I love this idiot’ smile on your face whenever he teases you

It’s so cute

When you have a few days off, baby bear does not leave you alone

Clingy~

Will talk your ear off about his day, not that you really mind

Enjoys exaggerating things to hear you laugh at the end of a long day

Lets you play with his hair while you listen to him

Asks if he’s allowed to brag about your job to the rest of 127 (and the dreamies too-)

If you let him he will legit not shut up about how proud he is

Praises you for days

Has the biggest smile on his face when he talks about you

If he somehow gets the permission to put you on a vlog, he does his ‘Haechan cam’ skit with you

I want this love, it’s so playful and sweet :(

[ladynestaarcheron]

two of my top posts are fics i wrote!! so thank you very much for that!! the other three are just me being salty about acosf hahahaha so that's very on brand

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#plus yeah whatever happened to 'be happy feyre' like??? he let her go??? why did rhys go to him in acofas like dude he literally saved you?

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#5

okay, but genuinely...can someone please explain to me why no one apologized to nesta? i mean, cassian didn't even apologize for saying he didn't want to be shackled to her. like...what am i missing here??

153 notes • Posted 2021-02-20 21:13:02 GMT

#4

You Made Her Like That

so i got a bunch of angsty prompts, and i decided to ignore them and write things angsty thing instead. basically set during the camping trip from hell, but with a more appropriate reaction on nesta's part.

shout out to @skychild29 for beta-reading! hope you all enjoy!

You can also read this on AO3.

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157 notes • Posted 2021-11-15 08:44:06 GMT

#3

Eat or Bed - Part One

ao3 master post

so earlier this week i had an idea and here it is! in acowar, after nesta scries for hybern, in the summer court, cassian lowkey-propositions nesta. she turns him down. here she does not.

enjoy! and lmk what you think please!

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164 notes • Posted 2021-11-24 13:10:40 GMT

#2

feyre's like "how am i supposed to be high lady when i can't control my sister" i dunno dude seems like a perfect match for the most powerful high lord who ever existed who hasn't been able to stop female genital mutilation for 500 years

200 notes • Posted 2021-03-04 13:19:05 GMT

#1

i'm sorry...am i supposed to believe there exists a society that can perform eye transplants and not c-sections??????

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[gryphsdeadbones]

hey from one nd person to another the comic where fm gordon says a slur seems kind of in poor taste. ik ur not intentionally making light of it and tht occurring in fm should be criticized but while you dont make it out to be a good thing making jokes about it and calling him a "slurboy" is kind of questionable? it makes it seem more like a plotpoint and angst rather than the creator of fm genuinely fucking up in the past (and having moved on from it)! i think exploring fm coming to terms with being nd is a good idea but this isnt the best way to do it. if you want me to explain my point more lmk if/when u post this and i will! someone already made a post abt it but it was kinda strongly worded and i wanted to approach you more calmly because i genuinely dont want to call you out or start drama or anything ;-;

first off thank you for being civil and patient with me i appreciate this ask a lot- also this got long- im not in a flying rage or anything when i bold or emphasis text, i just needed it also for my own readability and since im not the best at wording- hopefully this hellsite works and my response is under the cut

i would like to know how is it in poor taste when freemind explicitly gets clocked at the very end for saying it. the entire point of the comic was to show that saying the r slur has existed in his source and is bad

im not sure how much more direct i can get, with the disclaimer/warning list growing longer and longer and out there for a huge sign that says “this au can get dark as fuck and these subject matters are treated seriously/not something to mess around with.” Like yes, there are some jokes in the asks and other comics, but that specific comic is not supposed to be “haha thats funny”. it has a serious tone using a rough sketch style bc i was super tired and wanted to vent

was it just the direct reference to it that just made people uncomfortable? because thats 100% understandable, and i made sure i tagged it appropriately (although admittedly, a little bit late since i thought the filter would catch at least the main thing)

i think what some people somehow got from it is “exploring sensitive content = endorsing said content” which! that is not the intent! i absolutely do not want people saying that word! I don’t want people thinking that is any way okay for this character to say

its more of a damned if i do address it, damned if i dont.

if it never comes up, people are gonna assume that ‘oh this character says slurs and is shit, surely the creator or fan-creator MUST be okay with it and woobifies freemind and absolves him of any mistakes’ or something like that. no. this asshole has an arc and i want to do it right. its serious and i think it shouldn’t be shoved under the rug

and people just. dont want to read for context for whatever reason. theyll start watching it and get taken aback by the slur and start blaming me ‘hey you never warned for this’ when very early on i keep mentioning over and over ‘you dont have to watch it if you dont want to! This has slurs and 2000s internet brand humor/style’ You really dont, I’m not forcing you to watch it- Literally all you need to know is either canon half life or hl/vrai. thats it. fm mostly follows hl1 with very slight changes.

so i had to make something that:

1. warns people who arent aware and dont want to go through my asks or about/warning pages (for whatever reason) and just want to see the art

2. also NOT downplay freemind’s canon assholery. listen, i kinda despise writing mean and cruel characters, theyre hard to do, and a lot of people get shit for doing it wrong or people going “character = author”

i’ve also considered leaving the bubbles blank, but then people could fill it with whatever they want, then blame me for being vague. or they’d fill it in with a different kind of slur that freemind has never used, even if he MIGHT be the type to do that. I needed to explicitly mention that it is ableist slur. There are shitty racist and other problematic jokes, but never those kinds of extreme racial slurs to my knowledge.

Although I do see your point that maybe joking about it outside of the serious stuff might not be the best route. The slurboy jokes are getting stale, and I will try a better way to remind people.

The thing that gets to me is that it feels people are more than ready to defend either Ross Scott or Gordon Freeman the fictonal character himself. I don’t??? really care for Ross Scott, so I don’t know if he’s ever brought it up specifically. I’m not really calling him out or cancelling him. Idc for some white man’s feelings, im only bringing the timeframe of That era and reworking it to fit in This current era.

And I hate to break it to people: Gordon Freeman is a blank slate character, you can project whatever the hell you want on him as long as it’s not freakshit illegal garbage. The machinimas (fm, hl/vrai) do have SOME characterization that I want to nail down. It fucking sucks when characters are ooc, and I’m trying not to do that, even if it means sacrificing some comfort. But still mostly staying in my comfort zone if that makes sense

Now about the callout that I do not want to engage with the op directly:

Honestly im very surprised the comic was called out when i just. thought my stuff is relatively tame on exploring the bad shit canon freemind does. ive seen him in fancontent where they really dont hold back and its still played off as ‘kinda funny’ tone.

I really don’t know if people just want any reason to hate me for whatever reason. That’s fine I guess, I can’t please everyone and they dont have to like me.

But like. isn’t it so much easier for the op of that to block me and the post and move on. Why kick up such a fuss. I can see that thinly veiled death threat of a vague. That’s pretty fucked up- Like holy fucking god, you do not have to like my stuff. I’m not holding you at knifepoint to like my stuff. I’ve specifically made two different tags (one general au, one specific au) if anyone wants to blacklist it for their own reasons I do not need to know. I don’t want to know.

You’re allowed to be uncomfortable. You’re allowed to unfollow/blacklist/block.

However you just don’t go ranting about it for something you horribly misinterpreted. If it bothers you so badly, literally just. drop me a message to clarify. thats it. or save yourself the time and block me.

I’ve blocked the op for both our sakes, but if anyone wants to send this post to them, then thats fine. I don’t want anything to do with them.

I don’t want to link the post and blow it up. I just want shit clarified, dropped and we can move the fuck on with our lives. 

If you’re reading this and don’t know what the post is, please don’t bother. I do not want people going after the op with threats, please keep it civil, I’d prefer if you don’t engage with the post at all on my behalf.

Despite this huge wall of text, I do not want this to be a big deal, so please don’t ask me about the details.

_

As for anon, feel free to dm me either on here or. Maybe on discord if you’d still like to suggest or have something more cleared up. I’m still willing to hear any kind of feedback, and i want to thank you again for being reasonable about this

[navyhyuck]

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tagged by — @moonbeamsung literally the love of my life that’s about all i can say

note — PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG THIS!! please just don’t!! i will straight up hard block you, i am not comfortable with that. thanks!! i’m even adding a cut that might fuck up the picture width but!! please don’t rb this thanks <3

post a recent and/or favorite photo of yours!

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first one: most recent // second one: my favorite ig (?) that’s me sophomore year in paris with my friends RIPPPPPPP I MISS TRAVELING :(( also!! if you guys wanna hear my experience as an exchange student (yes, i was an exchange student), please lmk!! i’d love to talk about it hehe <3

what’s your favorite personality trait of yours?

hmm, i think maybe my humor? i’ve always been told that i’m good at making friends mainly because i’m funny and honestly, that’s one of the greatest compliments i’d like to receive. does this even count as a personality trait?? lol

favorite body part?

wow, uh, i’d have to say my legs! they’ve taken me around the world and more so i’m thankful for them.

favorite aesthetic/style on yourself?

i honestly...don’t know? sometimes i feel like i don’t have an aesthetic or anything, maybe a lazy aesthetic, i don’t put much effort into how i dress on a daily basis? but if we were to talk about favorites, i’d say an early 2000’s aesthetic. i absolutely a d o r e jeans and sweats that rest at the hips and show off midriffs, god, my favorite. i also am a crop top fanatic.

what are you most proud of?

um, wow, i don’t know i have to think for a hot second because this isn’t something i think of often. i’m proud of being here, just living and continuing with life even when i feel like everything’s crumbling around me. don’t know if this counts either but i have nothing else to say. i’m proud to be here.

a trait people tell you they like about you!

humor! like i said earlier, but i’ve also been told that i’m laidback in the most appropriate way? like i know what i have to work for and i have goals, but i try not to stress everyone out around me even if i’m stressed by keeping it calm. i’m not that calm lmaosidjdshdh

a (personality or physical) trait you used to be ashamed of, but now love/are proud of!

my moles! well, it’s not like i was always ashamed of them but they did make me feel insecure often when i was younger because no one else had them except for me! also i think if you look closely in the first pic, you can see like a whopping three of them! i have a lot on my face and neck, and i’ve learned to love them as my life progressed :)

favorite color on you?

navy blue, black, red, and royal purple! most of the time, my skin compliments darker tones, though depending on the season, my skin can match other clothing as well (does this make sense? i feel like it doesn’t.)

favorite piece of clothing on you?

my favorite sweatpants that i just happen to be wearing right now. they’re so comfortable but offer so much space for a statement.

an aesthetic you want to try but are too scared to?

i wouldn’t say i’m scared but maybe like a pastel theme? pastels look super super cute but it oh so rarely matches my skin tone that i worry but i end up doing what i want eventually haha <3

things you like getting compliments on the most?

a lot of stuff haha, i need validation but compliments are different in a way, i believe. i like being complimented on my appearance, specifically the way i’m dressed, or my intelligence. also!! i love people complimenting me on my taste in food, that’s like such a hot compliment, thank you. also, i’m a sucker for compliments, but i suck at receiving them, it’s a problem.

lastly, do you love yourself (if not, you should!!)?

i’m gonna be honest, i don’t, not even a little bit, but i’m trying :)

tagging — if you would like to! no pressure of course :) @danishmiilk @hhjs @neoskidz @jimjamjaemin @rouiyan @feel199x

[lucacangettathisass]

how the light gets in (ch. 10)

SUMMARY: After your home is ransacked by a group of strange men, you and your cousin are taken in by a group of outlaws. And that’s when the trouble really starts.

PAIRINGS: John Marston x Fem!Reader, Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

check the fic tag for previous chapters!

TAGGING: @mountainhymn @kindred-hopes @sean--macguire if you would like to be added to the tag list lmk!

NOTES: hey everyone! long time no see huh? so, obviously, it's been a while since i updated, not since jan, and honestly i expected the next chapter to be out in feb, but i ended up picking up some extra shifts at work so then i was like "ok march it is!" and now it's april lmao. like many of u i've been stuck inside because of the backstreet boys reunion tour, my entire country is on lockdown because of it, so i've been able to use the time to write! and here we are! hopefully i'll be able to get the chapters out more regularly but who knows? anyway hope you all have been well! stay safe, and stay indoors if you can! love u all!

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As you all slowly descended from the Grizzlies, you watched as the white snow slowly gave way to lush green, a sight that you hadn’t seen for months now, and you eagerly drank it up like someone being given fresh cold water after being in the desert for too long. You let out a sigh when you saw a patch of flowers, feeling like a weight has been lifted from you.

“Been a while since you’ve seen nature?” Miss Jones asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. It-it feels nice.” You smiled and watched a small bird flit from one tree to another, before flying into the horizon. “The warmth makes a nice change too.”

The other women all laughed, even Sadie cracked a smile. “Can’t argue with that one.” Miss Jackson agreed.

You looked forward, trying to see past Miss Grimshaw and the horses, but your view was greatly obstructed. You leaned over the wagon a little, keeping your hands on the sides to stay steady.

“Easy there chiquita.”

You jumped a little and looked behind you to see Mr Escuella riding leisurely beside the wagon, a smile on his lips. “Don’t want you falling overboard.”

A flush crept onto your cheeks and you timidly pulled away. “R-Right. Of course. Sorry.”

“No need to apologise.” Mr Escuella assured you, urging his horse forward so that he was beside you. “Must feel good, seeing all this after being stuck on that mountain.”

“I have missed seeing the colour green.” You admitted.

To your surprise, Mr Escuella laughed. “I can only imagine.”

Making Mr Escuella laugh made you smile, and you sat up a little straighter. “So, who’s your friend?” You reached out and gently patted the neck of Mr Escuella’s horse. The horse whinnied in an appreciative manner, encouraging you to stroke it.

“His name’s Boaz.” Mr Escuella said. “He’s a good boy.”

“A very handsome one too.” You cooed, hand going up to scratch behind one of Boaz’s ears. You furrowed your brow at the lack of reaction before you laughed lightly. “I’ve been around cats for too long.” You said softly.

“What makes you say that?” Mr Escuella sounded intrigued, and you blushed when you realized that he had heard you.

“Oh, n-nothing. It’s just...I’ve grown to expect animals to purr whenever I pet them.” You lowered your gaze, face heating up even more. “I-It’s stupid I know.”

Mr Escuella laughed again, but it didn’t sound malicious. It sounded friendly, almost fond, like he hadn’t found your admission stupid at all. “We all get used to things.” He said with a warm smile. “So, you grew up with cats?”

You nodded. “Mrs Zamolodchikova loved cats, including stray ones. There were always cats around the house so I got used to having some around. There was even a special nursery for expectant mothers and their litters.” You sighed wistfully, thinking back to the times when you would play with the cats or lounge around doing nothing at all with them in between complicated and arduous lessons. You wished you could go back to those times.

“So you’re a cat person?”

“I suppose.” You shrugged. “But only by default. I do like dogs, I just have more experience with cats. And horses of course.”

“Speaking of, your horse doesn’t seem to be too fond of Arthur.” Mr Escuella raised a brow. “I think this is the first time I’ve met a horse that Arthur couldn’t charm.”

“Oh God.” You said with a frown. “Has something happened? Did Mr Morgan say something?”

“No nothing like that.” Mr Esceulla assured you. “It’s just funny. She’s a feisty one.”

“She’s certainly spirited.” You agreed, relieved that nothing bad had happened. “It can take her a while to warm up to strangers, but once she gets used to you all I’m sure she’ll be better behaved.”

“You think you guys will be staying around that long?”

You paused, looking over at Sadie. As expected, she had been watching the interaction between you and Mr Escuella like a hawk, and she didn’t seem to be at all pleased. “We’ll see.” She said tersely.

“I’m sure Dutch won’t mind.” Mr Escuella said. “He isn’t the type to kick out two helpless women.”

“We ain’t helpless.” Sadie snarled, almost visibly bristling.

“That’s very kind of him.” You said quickly. You gently put a hand on Sadie’s knee and squeezed. “We’re immensely grateful.”

Sadie huffed.

Mr Escuella chuckled. “I’m sure.” He said teasingly, winking discreetly when Sadie looked away.

A giggle slipped past your lips and you smiled widely. “Have you been around here before Mr Escuella?”

“Can’t say I have, you?”

You shook your head. “No. It feels a little exciting, being so far east.”

Mr Escuella raised a brow. “This is your idea of excitement?” He chuckled. “Can’t wait to see how you react to everything else.”

Almost immediately you felt yourself deflate, wanting to shrink inside yourself for saying something so stupid. ‘Idiot. They all must already think you’re a child. Now look at what you’ve done.’ You looked down, wanting to avoid Mr Escuella’s gaze as your face burned with embarrassment.

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by that chiquita.”

You looked back up shyly and saw Mr Escuella looking contrite, and you immediately felt bad. “No no, it’s alright.” You said gently. “I-I know you weren’t trying to be cruel Mr Escuella.” You could tell Sadie was bristling like mad now, but you hoped that this would be enough to placate her. “Um, if you don’t mind me asking, what does chiquita mean?”

Surprisingly, Mr Escuella seemed to be relieved that you were no longer upset. “It’s Spanish, for little girl or little lady.” He looked you up and down. “In your case I would say little lady is more appropriate.”

That made your face flush even more. No one had ever called you a lady before. In fact, ‘little girl’ had often been the descriptor of choice for most.

“I’m surprised you can’t speak Spanish.” Mr Escuella said, apparently oblivious to your embarrassment.

“Y-Yes, well, I’m afraid that part of my education had been left the wayside.” You said sheepishly.

“So what languages can you speak?”

“Russian, German, French, and Italian.” You replied.

Mr Escuella let out a low whistle. “Impressive.” He said with a raised brow. “Why no Spanish?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but then suddenly realized that you didn’t really have an answer. “I...I really have no idea.” You admitted. “I never really gave it much thought, but thinking about it now, it certainly would be useful.”

“Well, you’re clearly good at picking languages up, so if you’re ever in the mood for learning Spanish, you can just ask me.” Mr Escuella smiled warmly.

It had taken you a moment to process what Mr Escuella had said, but once you did you couldn’t help but grin widely. “R-Really?” You sat up on your knees, one hand still on Boaz’s neck. The offer had taken you by surprise, but you still felt elated. “Y-You mean it?”

“Course I do.”

A rush of excitement ran through you, and you couldn’t hold back a grin. “I-Thank you Mr Escuella. You’ve been so kind, I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

“You ain’t gotta repay me chiquita.” He said fondly. He seemed to be on the verge of saying something else, but stopped, looking you over. “Actually, there is one thing.”

“What is it?” You asked, curious and eager.

Mr Escuella smiled wider and leaned down so that he was at perfect eye level with you. “Just keep smiling. Do you think you can do that for me chiquita?”

It was certainly an odd request, but more than manageable. You had learned long ago how to smile when it was the last thing in the world you wanted to do. “I believe I can Mr Escuella.”

He chuckled, and sat back up. “Good.”

“Looks like we’re almost at that spot Hosea was talking about.”

You looked up at the back of Miss Grimshaw, and saw that you were all coming up to what appeared to be a well-trodden path, leading into a small patch of trees. It felt strange to see so many different types in one place, but in a welcoming and uplifting way. You smiled and sat up straighter, hoping to see more. “Thank Goodness.” You said.

“Hmm, I can’t see Arthur, Hosea and Charles.” Mr Escuella noted, looking over his shoulder. “I’m gonna hang back and wait for them, make sure they get back OK.” He looked back down at you. “Don’t forget what I said chiquita.” He grinned, and clicked his tongue, urging Boaz to turn around and go back down the path.

You couldn’t help but smile. ‘He’s so considerate and kind.’

Some giggles broke out behind you, and you turned around curiously. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing.” Miss Jones said breezily, with a twinkle in her eye that indicated very much the opposite.

(You felt your stomach churn.) 

“There’s a town not too far away right?” Miss Jones asked no one in particular

“Valentine I think Hosea said it was called.” Miss Jackson answered. “Real small cattle town.”

“I’ll take a small cattle town over those mountains any day.” Miss Gaskill said, and you couldn’t agree more.

Further ahead was a clearing atop a cliff, and it appeared to be just big enough for all of you. Miss Grimshaw pulled up at a far end of the clearing, and you watched as Mr Williamson and Mr Van Der Linde, who had both been steering wagons of their own, parked in different spots.

“Alright girls, let’s get to work.”

You and the other women all piled out of the wagon, and you noted Miss Jones groaning and Miss Jackson rolling her eyes as you did so.

“We need to start pitching tents.” Miss Grimshaw looked over at you and Sadie. “Do you two know how to do that?”

Sadie nodded. “I do, my daddy taught me.”

That seemed to please the older woman. “What about you [Name]?”

You immediately felt your cheeks flush hot. “I..I never...learned how to do that…” You looked down, feeling thoroughly embarrassed.

“Then what can you do?”

“J-Just about anything else to help!” You said quickly, looking up again, desperate to appear helpful and eager and, above all, of use. “You know how I said my momma was a maid? I would help her sometimes. I-I got good at it.”

“She’s very good.” Sadie said, coming to your aid. “She has a steady hand when sewing, knows how to treat all sorts of stains, and she can cook very well.”

You smiled at Sadie, grateful for the help.

Miss Grimshaw looked you over with an uncomfortably enigmatic gaze. “Show her how to pitch a tent.” She said finally. “The sooner she learns that the better.”

“Yes Miss Grimshaw.”

You let out a deep breath. “Y-Yes Miss Grimshaw!” You quickly followed Sadie to the wagon where the other women had already gathered, getting out what you assumed to be materials to pitch up tents.

“Did that old Russian widow teach you magic or something?” Miss Jones asked with a twinkle in her eye, much like the one from earlier, and a smirk on her lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Javier warm up to someone that quick.”

The other women giggled, and you flushed. “N-Not at all.” You said. “I-I’m sure that he just wants me to feel welcome.”

“Oh I bet he does.” Miss Jackson waggled her brows. “Or at least, welcome around him.” She burst into giggles, along with Miss Jones and Miss Gaskill.

“Alright girls that’s enough.” Miss Roberts interjected. “Don’t want to give Grimshaw an excuse to yell at us already.” She looked over at you and smiled kindly. “Don’t listen to them, they get bored easy and just wanna have something to entertain themselves with.”

You failed to see what could be so entertaining about this, but you appreciated Miss Roberts’s words nonetheless. “It’s alright.” You saw Sadie grabbing a bundle of materials and immediately went to her side to help. “So, what do we do?”

“Gotta find some good flat ground first.” Sadie inspected the surrounding area, before finding a patch that satisfied her. “Now we gotta make sure the frame is steady.”

She walked you through the steps slowly, adding clarification when you needed it. Knowing each other as long as you both had, she knew how to explain and teach things to you in a way that would make sense to you, so you were able to follow along and got the hang of it rather quickly.

“I don’t want you talkin’ to Escuella.”

You paused, turning away from the canvas to look at Sadie in surprise. “Why not? He’s very nice.”

“He’s an outlaw.” Sadie’s words were dripping with disdain and venom. “A thief and a killer.”

“And he’s been nothing but nice.” You pointed out. “He offered to teach me Spanish, that could be an invaluable skill Sadie.”

“Don’t matter, I don’t want you talking to him and that’s final.” She knotted the rope in her hands around a stake, with a bit more force than necessary in your opinion.

You sighed, kneeling beside Sadie. “That isn’t realistic and you know it.” You said in a low voice. “Besides, we need to be pragmatic about this.” You glanced around. “We’re outsiders Sadie. Everyone else knows each other, and there are already dynamics and relationships in place, so we need to form our own. The sooner we can endear ourselves to everyone here, the better.”

Sadie gritted her teeth. “These people aren’t like the rich, upper class types you’re used to.” She said pointedly. “They don’t play the same games or go by the same set of rules.”

“But they are human, and humans are social creatures.” You gently put a hand on Sadie’s arm. “If we can befriend a few of them, it’ll make life easier for us. I know you’re an expert on nature survival Sadie, but this is about social survival, and that’s entirely different.”

A silence hung between the two of you, and you let it, allowing Sadie time to think about what you had said. “Why do you always gotta be right.” She sighed heavily. “Alright. Fine. Be friendly. But not too friendly with the men. I don’t want none of them getting too close to you or being alone with you.”

“Deal.” You smiled and hugged Sadie. Truthfully, you never understood why she was so hesitant to allow men near you. After all, no man had ever expressed interest in you before, and why should they? There were always far better, more appealing options available.

“Not bad.” Miss Grimshaw appeared to be pleased and even a little impressed, especially since this was the first time you had ever put up a tent. She looked up at Sadie. “You can help Mary Beth and Tilly with setting up Arthur’s tent.” She then turned her attention to you. “And you can help Herr Strauss with his wagon. He seems to have taken a liking to you, so I doubt he’ll mind.”

“Yes Miss Grimshaw.” Despite yourself, you could feel your cheeks going a little pink at the revelation that Herr Strauss liked you. You felt relieved and happy to know that you had already formed at least one bond, and hopefully alliance, within the gang.

You and Sadie exchanged glances before going to your seperate jobs. Herr Strauss had just finished setting up a table when you approached, and he seemed to be looking for something in his wagon.

“Herr Strauss?” You said gently, not wanting to startle him too much.

Despite your precautions, Herr Strauss jumped a little, staring at you in surprise. “Mein Gott.” He said, a hand over his heart. “You’re certainly quiet aren’t you fräulein?”

You flushed a deep red. “S-Sorry.” You said bashfully.

“Oh it’s alright.” Herr Strauss smiled kindly at you, adjusting his glasses. “Did you need anything?”

“Actually, Miss Grimshaw told me that I should help you.” You looked at his wagon. “Is there anything you need me to do?”

This seemed to surprise him, but Herr Strauss smiled. “Yes actually. I need some help taking inventory of our medicines.” He carefully pushed aside some of the crates, revealing a slightly worn leather satchel, which he reached into and pulled what appeared to be a notebook out of it. “Just go through the crates one by one and tell me what you find and I’ll make a record.”

“Of course.”

You did as you were instructed, reading out each label clearly, and waiting for Herr Strauss to finish writing before moving on. You had also decided to group all of the tonics together in groups, one for the horses, and one for humans, before further dividing them by what it was they helped with-health, stamina, or concentration-and then their effectiveness; all of which you had gleaned from reading the labels, committing it all to memory.

“You’ve already started sorting them?”

“Oh, um, yes.” You looked down, fidgeting under Herr Strauss’s curious gaze. “I-I thought it would make things easier. I can rearrange them if there’s a particular way you want them sorted.”

“Oh no no! This is perfectly fine fräulein.” Herr Strauss said approvingly, his smile and gaze warm. He went back over his notes as he inspected the bottles, double checking to make sure everything had been properly accounted for. “You’ve done a very good job, and there aren’t any discrepancies, so all in all-”

“No! Mister! Wait!”

The sudden shouts made you jump, and you looked up, heart pounding, to see Mr Duffy being dragged to a tree not too far from where you were by Mr Williamson. “Wh-what’s Mr Williamson doing?” You asked shakily.

“Looks like he’s going to tie him to that tree.” Herr Strauss replied, shaking his head. “Poor boy. Can’t imagine he’ll last long without food and drink.”

“W-Wait.” You looked back at the older Austrian, wide eyed. “You’re not-I mean, we’re not-Mr Van Der Linde wouldn’t-”

“He would, and it appears that he has.” He assured you. “I understand that this is rather shocking, but it’s how things are done here. If Dutch says he ain’t eating or drinking, then that’s that.”

“I...I see…” You looked over at Mr Duffy, feeling immense pity. “How...how long will he be...tied up?”

“For as long as Dutch says.” Herr Strauss replied. He seemed to have caught the horrified look on your face, making him sigh. He gently put a hand on your shoulder and turned you away from Mr Duffy. “Fräulein, I know that this sort of thing is particularly...unpleasant for you, being as good and kind as you are. But I’m afraid you’ll have to get used to it. Hopefully the boy will tell Dutch what he wants to hear sooner rather than later. Until then, we must follow Dutch’s orders. No food or water for the O’Driscoll.”

“Yes Herr Strauss.” You said quietly, trying very hard not to look back at Mr Duffy.

-

You helped Herr Strauss set up his own tent space and to arrange his things, and by the time you were both finished, the rest of the camp had been set up, and Mr Morgan, Mr Smith, and Mr Matthews had joined you all, and Mr Escuella with them. You couldn’t help but watch Mr Morgan as Miss Grimshaw escorted him to his tent. He moved with such easy confidence and self assuredness, that you couldn’t help but feel envious.You had no idea what it was like to feel like that, to move through the world without a single worry or care. All you ever did was worry and care.

You were quickly pulled from your thoughts when you heard Mr Van Der Linde speak. Everyone stopped what they were doing and formed a small crowd around him, listening intently, and you joined them. He was trying to raise morale, praising everyone for sticking by him, before urging everyone to pull their weight and help out. 

(You fidgeted a little at that, worried if you would be able to do that.)

Mr Pearson, now wearing a top hat, emphasized the need for food, asking for everyone to contribute something. You looked over at Sadie, who was standing with Miss Gaskill and Miss Jackson, and wondered if she would be allowed to hunt. You couldn’t see why not.

“And don’t forget, whatever you get, the camp gets a slice.” My Van Der Linde pulled out a shiny red box and placed it on top of a barrel outside his large tent.

You furrowed your brow and looked over at Herr Strauss. “What did he mean by that?”

“If you make any money then you need to put some into that box there.” He explained. “To help the camp pay for supplies and the like.”

“Oh. Like taxes?”

Herr Strauss chuckled. “Yes, I suppose so.”

Once Mr Van Der Linde was done, everyone dispersed and you rejoined the other women. “So, how long do you all usually stay in one place?”

“Depends.” Miss Jackson said. “If it’s a good spot and we lay low, then usually a good few months.”

“Let’s hope that’s the case here.” Miss Gaskill sighed. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’ve had enough of moving around.”

You couldn’t agree more, and you were about to say as much when something blue appeared in the corner of your eye. You turned to look and saw Mr Morgan, still wearing his big heavy coat, talking with Mr Van Der Linde and Mr Matthews. For whatever reason, your full attention was on the three men, but Mr Morgan in particular. You took in his profile, his strong jaw, the broadness of his shoulders, the firm set of his mouth. Did he ever smile? You hoped you would be able to see it.

“Stay away from him.”

You jumped, turning to see Sadie suddenly at your side, glaring at something. “W-What?”

“I said stay away from him.” It came out as an angry hiss, and when you followed her gaze you saw that it was focussed on Mr Morgan.

“But Sadie, he helped us-”

“I talked with Tilly and Mary Beth.” Sadie gave no indication that she had heard you, although you were certain that she did. “And they told me what kind of person Morgan is.”

You didn’t like the sound of that. “What...what kind of person is he?”

“Exactly the kind I expected.” She finally tore her gaze away from Mr Morgan and onto you. “He uses force and kills even when not necessary. He’s a mean and sour bastard and I don’t want you around him. I know you feel like you owe him because of what he did, but you don’t. He didn’t do it out of the goodness of his own heart. If Dutch hadn’t been there he probably would’ve put a bullet in our heads.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t have Sadie.” But even as you protested, you felt a chill go down your spine. “What would he have gained from it?”

“Men like him don’t need a reason to kill.” Her tone left no room for argument, so you decided not to. Instead you let her put her arm around you and lead you away to the area where the two of you, along with Miss Jones, Miss Jackson, and Miss Gaskill would sleep.

But you were able to sneak one last look back at Mr Morgan, watching as he smoked his cigarette, haloed in the light of the setting sun.

[kpoptionate]

skz ➾ boyfriend!hyunjin

stray kids masterlist // official masterlist

07.19.18

requested: anon + anon + anon

a/n: thank y’all for requesting <333 (anon #3 i’m writing this at midnight and i’m crying i love you) (also i’ll get the minho one up soon !!)

a/n2.0: this got really long dammit lmao i’m so in love with him

woojin // bangchan // minho // changbin // hyunjin // jisung // felix // seungmin // jeongin

h w a n g  h y u n j i n

y’all

this is my boyfriend right here mkay

but if he were yours

wOw do i wish i were you

he was at the park with his dog kkami one morning

and he was just chillin on the bench bc his dog is chill too

but then she (he ? idk someone inform me please) sprinted over to this girl on a nearby bench and started barkin at her (it’s you !)

hyunjin goes to collect his dog and apologizes and you tell him it’s fine, your dog does that too sometimes

and he doesn’t really know what to do so he just kinda apologizes again

you think he’s hella cute and adorable so you pat the bench beside you and motion for him to sit

he was lowkey hoping for you to do that bc he thinks you’re super cute

so y’all’s dogs run around and play while you and hyunjin talk and get to know each other

time flies by and the sun’s starting to set wow

kkami is asleep on your lap and to hyunjin that’s literally like the best thing ever

the prettiest boy/girl ever getting along with his dog, what else could a guy want am i right

he thinks you’re pretty cool and all so he gets your number as the two of you separate

y’all hang out a lotttt

definitely waits a few months to ask you out just to make sure

he eventually does when y’all have a picnic at the park late at night

he brought flowers and a necklace :’)

the first time he brings you over to the dorm to meet the guys they’re freaking out

like wow one of us actually managed to get a girlfriend

i mean everybody thought the first one would be hyunjin tho bc like

he’s hyunjin

he’s also kinda cliché but it’s so cute

your first official date as a couple he takes you to the amusement park

the rest of skz follows y’all but they make it so obvious

like dressed in all black and everything

he wins you a stuffed animal and gets you ice cream and goes on all the rides you wanna go on even if he's scared

when it's dark you he takes you on the ferris wheel

the guys def know what’s going on, cue them spaced out around the area with binoculars and walkie-talkies

when y’all get to the top

he takes his finger under your chin and makes you look at him

he gives a small smile with a little huff and

leans in

and

kisses you

sweetly

when he pulls back he’s got that grin™ on his face

the guys on the ground are screaming and cheering and hyunjin gets superr shy but doesn’t let you know they’re there

okay

so

y’all don’t argue a lot

he hates making you feel bad

boy has a little temper on him but he knows how to control it

until he gets jealous

he is one jealous boi™

around his members he might get jealous every once in a while but it’s not enough to bother him too much

with other people tho ?

watch out hun he’s coming for you

when he sees you talking to a friend and it’s going a little too far he’ll invite himself into the conversation

but the other person just doesn’t stop and you’re too naïve to notice they’re flirting with you

so he’ll pull the other party over to the side for a conversation with his hand tightly around their wrist

“look, i’m not trying to interrupt or anything but that’s exactly what i’m doing, keep that shit up or i swear to fucking god”

i’m not experienced with aggressive dialogue i’m sorry lmao

however, on the occassion you do argue he can get kinda out of hand

might accidentally yell something you’re self-conscious about in the heat of the moment

he’ll hate himself when you storm out crying

very stubborn, but not when it comes to you, no sir

he’ll give you two or three hours to rest and calm down

then he’ll show up at your door with flowers and snacks and little gifts to apologize

his eyes’ll be all red and puffy from crying

if you still close the door on him he’ll probably just burst into tears and not leave bc he just feels so bad and doesn’t want you to be mad and possibly leave him over something so trivial

always tries to make you smile

your laugh is literally like the best thing he’s ever heard

you guys goof around so much

he has so many pictures of you on his phone

he probably sets up a personal insta just so he can put up photos of the two of you together

they’re usually while you’re eating or sleeping (you asleep on his lap is his wallpaper)

or while y’all are on dates

expect lots of those btw

lots

if he’s feeling like the aesthetic boyfriend he is he’ll take you on small ones like the dog / amusement park or ice cream or to a little outdoor café or bike rides through seoul and stuff like that

but he also loves fun ones like laser tag or go-karting

if you guys haven’t seen each other in a while though he’ll take you to something a little more fancy

he always makes sure you look good he always thinks you do tho

like if y’all are going out and you look kinda dumb

he refuses to leave until you fix yourself

he does it in a playful and loving way though

if he can’t find anything for you to wear he’ll buy you something to

he definitely takes you shopping a lot

mostly for clothes

likes you wearing leather jackets and a tshirt

especially his leather jacket

or his sweatshirts

any of his clothes really

you just look so cute and soft and cuddly and fhsjfhjkds you bust all his uwus

it makes him want to cuddle and squeeze you to death

especially if you’re just in your underwear and one of his white shirts to bed

waking up with him is the best bc he’s all up against you with his face nuzzled in your neck

whines when you try to get up and he’ll grab your hand and pout and you just can’t resist bc who can say no to a pouty hyunjin

i feel like crying imagining it :’)

likes cooking with you

even if it doesn’t turn out so great

y’all are always just messing around in the kitchen

likes finding recipes so when you fall asleep or something he can have something for you to eat when you wake up

always makes sure you eat too

oh you just woke up ? i’ll get breakfast

you haven’t eaten since lunch and it’s been four hours ? let’s get a snack

jUst finished pizza ? you need more hun

you need to make sure he eats and rests enough too though

bc he practices a lottt and often forgets to grab lunch so please please please bring him something to eat

he absolutely loves when you do that

it makes him feel loved and cared for and important

likes to be babied, but also likes babying you

love love love loves showing you off

like he’s constantly talking about you to everyone

cool with pda only if you are

if you are then that’s gREAT

he likes to drape his arm around your shoulder when you guys walk

especially around people

loves hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your head

cuddling 24/7

cooking ? he’s back hugging you and waiting for you to feed him

dancing ? he’s changing the song so y’all can slow dance

watching netflix ? he’s all up on you, legs tangled in yours with your head on his chest and his fingers in your hair

really good at kissing

like have you seen them lips boiiii

does it all the time

especially little pecks on your lips

doesn’t care if there’s people around, he’s your boyfriend he can do what he wants

he doesn’t go past that when people are present

but when they’re not

bitchhhhh

okay so

he might be legal in america however he’s not in korea so i’m gonna keep it appropriate for his age, lmk if there’s a problem please

okay so everything usually starts with cuddling

which’ll lead to him giving you little kisses on your forehead or cheek

which moves to your lips

and he’ll peck you some times before giving you a longer kiss

he’ll gradually move from your lips to your jaw to your neck to your collarbones

leaving marks all the way down

then back up again

he’ll teasingly drag his tongue up and across your lips before finally locking his with yours

pulling you onto his lap with a hand at your jaw around your ear

his other on your waist

when it comes to kissing he’s definitely not rough at all with it, very slow and passionate

lotsss of open-mouthed kisses with tongue

probably groans a lot

especially if you bite his bottom lip oh lord

he loves it

also bites and pulls yours while looking at you with dark, hooded eyes

somebody stop me please this is too much for my heart

runs his hands up and down your body

like he’ll start from your neck and slowly travel down to your waist and thighs before going right back up

will also slip his hands under your shirt when he comes back

loves it when you roam your hands around his body too

especially his chest and collarbone area

however he also loves your body pressed all the way up against his to where y’all can feel each others heartbeats

probably won’t go farther than pushing your hips down against him

bc even tho he’s a confident boy he respects you and doesn’t want to do anything you don’t

even if he did i’m not writing past that dammit

#stopsexualizingminors2k18

so he’ll end it off by dragging his hands up to cup your face

and he’ll slow down the kissing until it gets to soft little pecks again

then he’ll kiss you all over your face and lay down facing each other with your legs tangled

smiling with red and swollen lips

facing each other with your legs tangled and your arms around his torso, his draped across your waist

bc he just loves looking at you

he’ll kiss you again bc he just can’t help himself

he loves the feeling of your lips on his

then he’ll pull away and settle his face in your neck and fall asleep

wow i’m in love :’)

overall someone who just loves you so so so so much and loves to take care of you

but you need to take care of him as well bc he’s busy and forgetful

you’re truthfully the best thing that’s ever happened to him, nothing makes him happier than being able to see and touch you

it’s not possible to love him more than he loves you

okay i’m soft

i’ll stop now goodbye

[theepolynesian]

Invisible

Summary: You had feelings for a certain gatekeeper but you knew it was hopeless to fall in love with him.

Pairings: Heimdall x Reader

Words: 1387

Timeline: Set between Thor and Thor: The Dark World.

Author’s Note: My first ever Thor fic! I’m stepping on up in the world lmfao. Nah, but I just watched Thor: Ragnorak and I fell in love with Heimdall. I don’t now why I didn’t fall in love with him sooner lol. I didn’t see much fics with him so I decided to try one out for myself. Lmk if you like it.

Author’s Note 2: I did upload the first version but I deleted it and added the second part to the story so you’ll have to read it all over again.

Heimdall might be able to see everything but you had a feeling that to him, you were invisible.

You had feelings for the Gatekeeper for a while now but you knew that it would never be returned for his focus was solely on guarding the gate to the nine realms. That made your heartache greatly.

“Y/n!” You hear and you look up from your thoughts to find Thor, your brother in all But blood, looking at you happily.

“Thor! What a surprise! I thought you were in Midgard?” You ask, pulling him into a hug.

“I was! I just found this really exciting thing that I thought you would like and I came back to bring you there to show you!” He exclaims, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the Bifrost.

“Should you be taking me there?” You protest, tugging back and he stops to look at you before nodding decisively.

“You’re right! We need to get you changed,” he says before pulling you to your chambers.

-

“I don’t understand how Midgardians walk in these,” You say as you stumble yet again.

Apparently they were called heels and Thor said it was the only type of midgard footwear that he had. Why he had women’s clothes was beyond you.

“They’re not that hard to walk in,” Thor says, stabling you as you stumble again. “You’ve walked in these?” You ask and looks a bit sheepish before nodding.

“Yes. I wanted to see what the problems were. They’re great for your calves,” he says and you laugh as you finally get to the bifrost.

Your heart skips a beat as you make eye contact with Heimdall.

“Back so soon?” Heimdall asks, turning to look at Thor instead.

“Yes! I have acquired what I needed,” Thor says with a smile.

“So you have,” Heimdall says, looking st you from the corner of his eyes before turning back Thor, “shall I open up the way to Midgard.”

“If you would be so kind,” Thor says, moving to entrance and you follow him, stumbling a bit and he steadies you with a laugh.

“When we get to wherever we’re going, we are buying more appropriate footwear,” you grumble and he laughs nodding before he leads you to the portal, not noticing the frown on Heimdall’s face.

-

When you land, you look around and everything is covered in white and white specs were falling from the sky.

“What is this?” You ask holding out your hand so the white stuff can fall onto your hand.

“The midgardians call it snow! Isn’t it the greatest?” He asks and you nod, smiling.

You bend down to observe more of the snow and you stumble forward as something hits you in the back of the head. You turn around to find Thor bending down to cup snow in his hand and you do the same, not wanting to be the loser.

After a few rounds, you both relax on a bench out of breath but smiling happily.

“So what has been bothering you lately?” Thor asks after a few moments and you frown.

“What are you talking about?”

“These past few months, you’ve been withdrawn. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’re my best friend,” Thor says giving you a nudge and it’s then you realize what he was talking about: your feelings for Heimdall.

He wasn’t talking about your actual feelings because no one knew about that. You’ve just been feeling down since you started feeling something for the guard because you knew he could never love you Which is why you’ve been distancing yourself.

“Have you ever loved someone that you know would never love you back?” You ask him, leaning back to watch the snowfall. He watches you before turning back to watch the snow.

“You know me, y/n. I thought everyone loved me. I was on such a high horse that I never really thought of anyone not loving me back,” he explains and you smile a bit, remembering those days that he thought he was the greatest person to walk Asgard.

“Have you fallen in love?” He asks, turning to look at you and you shrug.

“I think I might have. I cannot get him out of my head at all even though I should because he would never love me.”

“Why wouldn’t he? You are an amazing woman. Anyone can see that,” he says and you shrug.

“Because his duties to Asgard is the only thing that is important to him. That much is obvious.”

“Ah So you speak of Heimdall?” He asks and all it takes is a look for him to know that he was right.

“Speak to him, y/n.”

“No. I will not distract him from his duties. I would like to go back now,” you say, standing and Thor follows you before calling out for Heimdall.

When you return, you immediately make for home, the once happy mood now gone.

-

Once you are out of the vicinity, Thor turns to Heimdall with his arms crossed.

“I am sure you heard that,” Thor states and Heimdall nods.

“She is not wrong. My duties come first,” Heimdall responds and Thor frowns at him.

“Even before your own heart?”

Heimdall looks at Thor in surprise and Thor just shakes his head.

“Do not think that I have not seen the way you look at her, old friend. You look at her like my father looks at my mother. You are in love with her. Are you willing to give her up for this?” Thor asks and when he does not receive and answer, he sighs.

“Of course. You know, guarding Asgard does not mean you cannot love. Even I know this and they call me the dumb one,” Thor says before walking back to the city, leaving Heimdall to think about his feelings.

-

You have been avoiding everyone for weeks now. You knew Thor was going to try and do something so you wanted to avoid him at all costs but that in itself was hard because he knew you like the back of his hand so hiding did not come easily.

Today you were in the library. You just needed something to do and were tired of hiding. You turn the corner only to bump into someone.

Your throat dries as you recognize the gatekeeper.

“Sorry,” you mumble, moving aside to push past him.

“Thor has been looking for you,” he says and you pause your movements, “says he could not find you for weeks.”

“I’m very good at hiding even from my best friend,” you tell him turning to face him as he does the same.

“Is there a reason you’ve been hiding from the prince?” He asks and it’s then that you realize that it’s your first time seeing him without his armor and he still looked just as good.

“He likes to meddle in things that I don’t want meddled with.”

“Oh?”

“Has he sent you to find me?” You ask, needing to know why he was currently there instead of guarding the gate.

“I see and hear ALL things throughout the nine realms so it would make sense that he would,” Heimdall explains and his emphasis on all makes you realize something.

He knew. He heard your confession all those weeks ago.

“Excuse me,” you say quickly before turning and leaving.

“Y/n. Please.”

His pleading voice makes you stop.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about it.”

“Why?” You ask, trying to keep yourself together, “you have your duty to the throne and Asgard. It is quite obvious that my feelings aren’t returned and that I will never matter.”

You feel him cup your chin in his hands and lift them towards him.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

“I have a duty to the throne and Asgard but that does not mean you do not matter and that your feelings are unreturned. I do feel for you and I would like for you to give me a chance to prove it.”

“And how would we even work out? You are at the Bifrost all the time.”

“I will make time for you. You have to believe me,” he says and you look into his eyes.

For the first time ever you didn’t feel so invisible.

Author’s Note: I think I just might stick to the hobbit.

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