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sumbarbietingz · 4 months ago

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Part 2 of Onlyfans!Toji, here’s part one

Now it’s either a one shot or a long ass drabble you decide, I had too much inspiration for that one

Warnings: degradation and praise kink, mutual masturbation, masturbation, breeding kink, rough sex, mention of oral; reader receiving and giving

Onlyfans!Toji finally dm you, with a simple message that goes straight to the point. “Hey ma, just discovered you and ngl, I need a collab with you asap.” Toji being the cocky bastard that he is, knows that you’ll reply and accept the offer. You see his message, and at first, you think it might be a catfish or someone using an ai generated pic for the pfp, cause you’ve never seen anyone so hot in your life. You check his profile and ho-ly fuck. 2 million followers on Twitter, a handsome face, a buff body, and the biggest dick you’ve seen in your life? Goddamn now your pussy’s wet, how can someone be- hold on.

While you’re scrolling you see a video of Onlyfans!Toji fucking some other content creator and unconsciously, you start playing with your breast. The way he’s pushing her head down the pillow while his hips are slamming against hers, the way she’s moaning, the way he’s biting his lip and groaning while railing her? Fuck, you need that. You want that, badly. Usually, you don’t crave a content creator that much. Sure, you need to at least like his work to do a collab, but this is the first time you genuinely want another dude on OF to rearrange your insides. So you don’t waste any more time, you reply and accept the offer.

Onlyfans!Toji almost jumps on his phone when he sees the notification, and a big smile spreads on his face. He jumps on his bed and the two of you start texting. There are questions and answers regarding the collab, like the money matters, what the two of you like and dislike, boundaries, ideas for the video, your schedule, and most importantly, updated test results.

Onlyfans!Toji doesn’t know why he’s so excited and why he’s behaving like a 15 yo texting his crush. But he can’t wait to see you. You end up texting for hours, and eventually, you exchange numbers to FaceTime each other which quickly ends up in Toji stroking and hitting his dick on the phone, while you’re rubbing your wet brown pussy for him. You both don’t know what’s going on, and why you’re acting like this, but you can’t wait to finally meet each other

Eventually, it’s getting late and you tell him you’re going to sleep. Since Onlyfans!Toji is not tired yet, his mind is too focused on you, so he decides to make this paid request a fan asked for earlier that day. A $500 video of him jerking off while saying the fan’s name. He’s not the one who sets the price, the fan has money to waste, and who Onlyfans!Toji is to refuse such a good offer after all? The fan already paid, it was time for him to do his part now

Onlyfans!Toji removes his clothes, lays on his bed, grabs his phone, and starts recording. At first, it’s a lil intro to edge the fan, tell her whatever she wanna hear before the camera is now on his cock. He makes it twitch a bit and says how hard it is because of her which is a lie, he imagines the fan is you. He starts stroking himself, and says the name of the fan all while thinking about you, thinking about that FaceTime and the way your fat pussy lip wrapped around your two fingers as you rubbed your clit, the way you moaned his name in despair while begging him to fuck you. He groans and starts going faster “Fuuuuuuck mama… I wanna fuck you so bad shiiit…” As he keeps going, he starts dirty talking, imagining saying all those things to you, imagining doing all those things to you, and it takes everything in him to not say your name. His imagination is running wild now, he grabs his cock a bit too tight and hits the camera a bit too hard, a feral groan leaving his lips “Fuck… suck that fuuuucking dick you fucking bitch… Do you like that? Uh?” God knows what the fuck Onlyfans!Toji is imagining right now but one thing is for sure, he’s gonna do that to you.

After a few minutes Onlyfans!Toji cums all over his abs, groaning like an animal as he pictures your dick sucking lips around his tip, swallowing his semen. He’s panting, he can’t believe he felt so much pleasure from just using his hand “Damn [fan name], see what you made me do? Fuck, I’m dirty now because of you, but it was worth it. Thank you for making me feel good.” This is clearly not for the fan but whatever. He stops recording, sends the video to the girl on Onlyfans then gets cleaned up. You’re gonna be the death of him.

A week later it’s finally time to record this video. For once, Onlyfans!Toji wants his colleague to come to his place. He doesn’t know why, he doesn’t. Usually, he meets the other content creators at some hotel or their place but never at his own. It’s not like he lives in the slums, that Onlyfans money made him rich and he lives in a beautiful penthouse. He just knows how some of these content creators become clingy and/or possessive after getting fucked by him. He doesn’t need stalkers on top of that. But you? He has that weird desire to see you boneless on his bed, HIS. And maybe he’ll be able to keep you around for a few more rounds off camera, or on, who knows.

You finally arrive and Onlyfans!Toji finds you even more breathtaking in real life, and by the look on your face, you probably think the same thing about him. Before he loses it and jumps on you to take you right there and then, he chats a bit with you, he still wanna act like a civilized man and not like a caveman. He asks you if you need anything to eat or drink, if you’re okay if you’re ready, and if you have any safe words. Once it’s settled he brings you to his room, where a whole set next to the bed is ready for you. The tension is high in the room. You didn’t plan a scenario, you both decided to go with the flow. You don’t know why you’re so nervous when you’re used to it, after all, it’s your job, but the dark and hungry look in Onlyfans!Toji’s eyes make your heart race.

You are out of breath, you are overstimulated, and your slicked-back bun is a whole mess. You didn’t know recording a video with Onlyfans!Toji would leave you in that state. Well, you expected it, but still, you can’t believe it. This man is a monster in bed. He praised and degraded you, made you ride his face until you came at least twice. He made you suck his massive dick until you were a crying, drooling mess with a sore throat. He had you in full Nelson, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, backshots, the princess position, and now you can’t count how many times this man made you squirt. And he wasn’t done, cause he didn’t cum yet. This man has the stamina of a goddamn bull on steroids. Right now you’re in missionary again, your wrists pinned, your legs wrapped around his waist, moaning in a way you never thought you would as his cock keeps pocking your cervix.

With the way Onlyfans!Toji is panting and groaning, you can tell he’s getting close to cum “M-ma, fuck I’m close mama… goddamn fuck- your pussy feels so good… such a good girl for me…” he groans in your ear, which makes your clench tighter around him. You bite your lip, and you’re so fucked out that you tell him to cum inside you. “You sure ma? Want me to fill you up and get you pregnant? That’s what you want?” You’re on the pill so it’s safe but you’d lie if you didn’t find the idea fucking hot. You nod desperately “Yes please… cum in my pussy… knock me up baby..” you whimper, your voice almost gone from the way you moaned and screamed earlier. That’s when Onlyfans!Toji snaps. He growls, releases your wrists to wrap his buff arms around your body, and violates your insides as you scream for dear life. You scratch his back so deeply you might draw blood. “Goddamn fucking slut y/n take my cum…!” When he says your name you cry out as you have another orgasm, he follows you quickly after, growling so loudly it gives you goosebumps. You can feel the warm gooey texture filling your womb, the feeling is amazing. You both stay like this for a moment until he pulls out, his cum leaking from your abused hole. He’s tempted to fuck it back into you but you’re already boneless, so he grabs his phone and stops recording.

Onlyfans!Toji looks at you affectionately and caresses your cheek while admiring your state. “You were amazing y/n, such a good girl for me.” You can barely hear him, but his caress gives you some reassurance. Eventually, you doze off and he starts editing the video. After a while, he posts a sneak peek on his Twitter account. A 20-second video of him taking you in different positions while you’re screaming in pleasure. He writes a lil caption: “@Y/N might have been my best collab so far, ‘ma knows how to take a good dick😩😈 full video on OF real soon🍆💦” and then posts it. It doesn’t take long before he gets shitloads of reactions under the tweet, both from his fans and yours.

@mahito’sstankass: holy fuckkkk I wish I was y/n 😩😩

@y/n’sdirtydraws: fucking hot I’m already touching myself rn

@tojiA1dickrider: oh my god she takes it like a champ! Wish Toji fucked me like her🤤🤤

@dcktoobigforyou: goddamn that mf gets all the baddies im jealous right now

@gojo_right_ball: I need my bf to fuck me like toji or I might break up with him idc

@coochiehair: I need the full vid asap the chemistry is insaneeeeee🔥🔥

@y/n’sasscrack: ikr??? They were downright making love! I hope they make more videos

@tojifckmepls: omg I can tell they were both into it I need more!!! My pussy can’t take it!!!🤭🤣

Onlyfans!Toji chuckles and then looks at you, the comments were right, he felt it and he bets you felt it too. This won’t be your last video together, he’s sure of it.

You can tell I was fucking horny while writing some of these lmao hope you liked part 2🫶🏾

taglist: @midnightry @tojicvmslut @getoisinnocent @samoankpoper21 @remithenonbinaryrat

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darkmatilda · 4 months ago

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𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 | 𝐬.𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

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

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

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4k

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

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

"It's 9:13 on Monday."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello, you charming, sweet, handsome thing…

Hotch exchanged a knowing look with Gideon.

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

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

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

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

“Looks that way,” Hotch said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You bit your lip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"JJ!"

"That’s a lie—"

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

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

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

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

"Oh, I can’t wait."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You lightly tapped his arm.

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

He glanced at your hand briefly before nodding.

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

"Take your time, babe."

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

"I only said you’re not using that”

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

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

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

And this time was no different.

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

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

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

y/n: tell me

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

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

spence: Because it is.

y/n: wow so humble

y/n: so???

y/n: what’s with the pet names

y/n: surprise me, genius

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

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

y/n: sweet, but kinda basic

y/n: anyway up to you

y/n: u’ll be the one saying them

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

spence: Maybe something less typical like pumpkin

y/n: pumpkin HAHAHA

spence: ?

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

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

spence: No

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

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

spence: I admit, pumpkin is awful

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

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

spence: 👍🏼

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stepped closer to hear him better.

"Vivi," he said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatever you say, angel."

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhm. Lazy."

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

"Sweet dreams, angel."

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playboysturns · 3 months ago

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they say shooters shoot ⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★

drabble: chris x famous!reader

where chris sturniolo decides to shoot his shot with you.

it was half an hour before you were going to perform on 'snl' and your makeup artist keira was putting the last finishing touches on so you looked perfect on stage.

“have you seen tiktok?” your manager comes into the room, “this influencers made a video about you.”

“what?” keira stops doing your eyeshadow so you can pick up your phone. an influencer making a tiktok about you? you were already prepared for the worst.

“i actually think you’re going to like the tiktok,” your manager smiles, before getting a call on her phone and exiting the room.

confusion hit you as you open your tiktok, over 20 thousand people had mentioned you in a video and as more notifications came through they all seemed positive. opening up the video you read the comments before watching.

@ sturnzluvr : CHRIS SHOOTING HIS SHOT AT LYRICAL LEMONADE?

@ babysturnz : @ y/n please give this man a chance

@ lyricallemonade : this better happen 🙏

@ mattsturniolo : i’ll never forget the time you bought me a house and a lambo

↳ @ chrisgirl21 : matt?? 😭

↳ @ nicolassturniolo : @ chrisgirl21 he’s forcing us to write these 😔

@ y/nsgirlfriend : y can i see this happening…

@ freshchris : chris finally getting a girlfriend?

↳ @ y/nluvr : saying it like she’s gnna respond 😂

@ nicolassturniolo : he was so nervous to post this

@ y/ndayone : yk what? HELL YEAHHH

↳ @ mattybswife : nah cause they’d acc be so cute tgt @ y/n

@ chrissturnsbm : CHRIS????

@ princessy/n : she’s so chronically online, she’ll see this.

@ sturniolohours : HES SO BOLDD @ y/n

@ y/nswife : wait he’s kinda cute.. @ y/n

↳ @ princessy/n : that’s what i was thinking!!

@ sturnioloclips : @ y/n

@ sturniolofan : he’s a good man savannah @ y/n

@ user18274730 : this man paid for my college tuition! @ y/n

you close out of the comments to watch the video, this ‘chris�� guy was in a black backwards hat and a grey jacket. you recognise that he was at the lyrical lemonade studio, you had been there before as Cole the owner had shot a few of your music videos.

‘like my girls thick and pretty, mixed with a lil bit of ‘out of my league’.’ he was in front of the basketball court goofily lipsyncing the song, the lyrics popping up on the screen but altered.

’they say shooters shoot’ he was smiling grabbing the phone with one hand and angling the camera high to show off the net. he throws the ball behind him, impressively making it in.

‘y/n what’s up w u?’ the video ends with chris lowering the phone to his chest and taking off his hat making his hair fall in front of his face. he captioned the tiktok ‘heavy on out of my league 😔’

you rewatch the video again. and again. and again until keira speaks up from behind you.

“wait cause he’s kinda cute,” she says looking at your phone, you hum in agreement clicking onto his profile to see more of him.

each video you watch he seemed to be getting more and more attractive “he’s actually really hot,” you acknowledge as you scroll.

“you should see what his instagrams saying,” agreeing you went to the instagram linked and a bright blue ‘follow back’ button glared at you. you scroll through and once again you were met with arguably the hottest guy you’ve seen.

“you should shoot your shot right back,” keira encourages, seeing how you were obviously feeling the boy as well “you haven’t been romantic with anyone in so long.”

“okay,” you breathe out, it was true you hadn’t been with anyone in a while but with the pressure of being in the public eye you didn’t have any time to indulge in getting to know someone.

you chew your lip thinking about her words before hitting the follow back button and returning to his tiktok “fuck what should i reply.”

“you gotta do something thats flirty and mysterious,” she says picking up a makeup brush and resuming to your face.

you type out ‘definitely in my league 😉’ showing it off to keira, she smiles and nods in approval. you watch the video once again before posting the comment, closing your phone you let her finish your makeup.

after the show ended you went straight to your hotel, showering before deciding to head to bed.

you were laying in bed exhausted you hadn’t thought of anything else but chris’ tiktok since you saw it. you hadn’t had the chance to check your phone since before the show and figured you would check tiktok to see if anything was happening.

your fyp was now flooded in edits of the two of you, scrolling you find a slideshow showing his tiktok and your comment. though you see that he had responded to the comment you had left with ‘check your insta 😝’.

you quickly open up instagram and see a new message had been sent to you.

christophersturniolo

so when can i take you out?

sent 22:47

you giggle reading the message, quickly replying.

you

i’m in LA in 3 days so whenever?

sent 23:52

you expected that he would respond in the morning as your reply was a little late but as soon as your message delivered he had read it. grey bubbles instantly appear making you close out of the messages.

christopersturniolo

so how about in 4 days? send me where your staying at and i’ll come get you

sent 23:54

you

sounds good to me, i’ll send you it on the day

sent 23:57

christophersturniolo

👍🏻

how’s your day been?

sent 23:59

you

eventful! love the tiktok btw, saw it just before performing

sent 00:00

christophersturniolo

haha, i really didn’t expect you to see it

glad you did though

sent 00:04

you

i think that’s the most ive ever been tagged on tiktok 😭

anyways, going to sleep now goodnight!

sent 00:08

christophersturniolo

i can’t even believe you responded

goodnight pretty

read 00:09

you liked his message and shut your phone, putting it on charge before finally relaxing into your bed. you had become excited for the next 4 days hoping they would pass by quicker, you drifted off to sleep thinking about.

little did you know that on the other side of the country chris was celebrating in his house, jumping on the couch waving his phone in the air.

“she said she’d send me where she is to pick her up!” he shouts in joy, almost falling onto matt.

“kid we know, she sent you that message 20 minutes ago you don’t have to remind us,” matt grumbles, trying to scroll through his phone.

“i can’t believe she actually saw it, let alone is now texting you” nick says from the kitchen.

“look she even hearted me saying ‘goodnight pretty’!” chris says, showing the message he sent to matt.

“goodnight pretty?” matt pretends to cringe at the text causing chris to playfully hit him on the shoulder.

“and here i thought you had ‘rizz’” nick says sarcastically, walking over and settling down on the couch next to matt.

“whatever, just wait till i take her out on the best date she’s ever had in her life” chris smiles looking at his phone re-reading over your short conversation again for the 50th time. he couldn’t wait for the day you were meant to go out.

a/n - sorry this took so long i was so busy with work and school 😔 hopfully you all like this little drabble blurb thing!

taglist: @sturniolo1trips

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shysuccubusstuff · 1 month ago

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Crawling back to you

Content: Small drabble of Dragon! Sylus arriving to your sweet home.

Warning: A bit of angst! + Non proof-reading.

Note: Listen to this while reading!

So imagine an alternate ending.

One in which the two of you are able to run away together, even getting to create a small house in the middle of nowhere, a beautiful plain filled with those red flowers, the ones you used to decorate him.

Dragon! Sylus who feels completely out of place.

After all, he had been rejected his whole life, always ignored, always having to fend for himself, always sleeping alone in the cold nights... Just how could he even dream of the day in which he would get to share his daily life with someone?

Well, not just someone, it was you. You, with those pretty eyes that always reflect his face, always shinning with that strange and endearing light, the one that made his knees weak. He would never let you know, but each morning he woke up a few minutes before you, letting his claws run through your soft skin, passing his fingertips with extreme care, completely terrified at the idea of causing you any damage. He lets his fingers run down your whole face, then moving down your neck to your shoulder, eyes closed as he engraves every single little detail about you in his mind. He keeps telling himself that this isn't a dream, that he is indeed living with you and that this isn't some of those bitter sweet dreams he used to have.

He kisses your forehead, his clawed hand running down your hair as he inhales the sweet aroma that emanates from you, wishing that this moment lasts forever.

Dragon! Sylus who ends up having to crawl back to your home.

That dawn, he had chosen to head to the small town a few kilometres away from the two of you, after all, the anniversary between you two was comming soon, and he still had so many golden coins from the time he had spent keeping those around him in hopes of someone actually coming to him. At first the trip went smoothly, with him hiding behind his long dark cloak while he used those huge gloves you had made for him so the two of you could go around town without many issues. Of course this all came crashing down the moment a child slammed himself against him, causing the poor children to almost fall to the cold stone ground, that is if Sylus hadn't caught him, the cloak that was covering him coming down and showing everyone in the small village his horns.

Everything suddenly became a blurr, with all the villagers surrounding him as the mother of the child came running, taking her children and screaming despite the kind act of Sylus. Before he was able to react, all the villagers were already trying to catch him, their torches lighting the way towards him as the men carried their weapons with them, all of them screaming the most damaging lines one could hear. Sylus did thought about scaring them, just why did he have to endure that kind of treatment? He had been nothing but kind to all the villagers, always helping them whenever they asked for his help for moving stuff or carrying their cattle around when one of them got injured. He could easily wipe out the entire village, turn them into nothing more than some ashes... But then he remembered your face, the smile you had every time the two of you were able to spend some alone time walking around the village, the colour of your hair under the glow of the sunset... So he just kept flying, trying his best to avoid the arrows that were constantly being thrown to him, taking a long time until he finally got the villagers to grow tired of pursuing him.

By the time he arrived back home it was extremely late, the sun had already set when you heard a soft knock in the wooden door. You looked through the small hole Sylus had made for you, quickly opening the second you realised it was Sylus. And oh, your heart almost fell to the ground the second you saw his whole body.

His body had been pierced by the arrows on several places, the blood had already dried, leaving a mixture of dirt and dried up blood, with one of them still having the arrow piercing through his left side. You wrapped your arms around him, his body still warm as he let down his guard, his strong arms wrapping around your smaller frame as if he was trying to comfort you.

"I'm back home, sweetie. Sorry it took so long, I had a small... inconvenience while coming back." Sylus whispered into your ear, his right hand suddenly lifting up with a small paper envelope. He looked at you as if he was expecting something, so despite the urgent time, you took it, slowly opening in fear of damaging whatever was inside. As you finally unwrapped it, you saw it. It was a small brooch with the image of two dragons flying, in the middle of it, there was a red gemstone, similar to the one that was in the middle of his chest. Tears crashed down your cheeks, just what was he thinking when he left alone? How did he get so injured? You got up from the small wooden bench, pressing your whole face against his chest as Sylus kept you close to him, his rapid heartbeat echoing in your ears, just one more symbol of him being alive, close to you.

#love and deep space #loveanddeepspace #love and deepspace #sylus love and deepspace #sylus x reader #sylus imagine #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus #lnds sylus #l&ds sylus #sylus angst #fanfiction

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one-sunny · 2 months ago

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Taking the Hit

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader drabble

Summary: The battle of Marineford ended with Ace alive and you fighting for your life. With a healing devil fruit ability, it only made sense for you to take the hit instead. Now, Ace is left to agonize over the events as he waits for you to wake up. Marineford rewrite. Angst. Ace is beating himself up and other descriptions of anxiety. Desc. of violence and near death experiences. Reader is the one hurt.

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Ace sits on the cold floor, knees to his chest, hands pushed back into his hair. He had run out of tears but anxiety still squeezes at his throat. Accusations fire off in his mind, going in rounds and coming back with even more heat each time. The racing thoughts are accompanied by flickers of fire- flames he has to quickly extinguish on his chest and shoulders.

He had already been scolded by the surgeon of death once for this.

Deep in the ocean within the confines of the Polar Tang, Ace waits with his heart in his throat for the people he cares for the most in the world to get out of surgery. A surgery that shouldn’t even be happening on injuries that he caused. It was all his fault.

Images flash in his mind like a strobing light, and your screams echo above all else to make him claw at his scalp. It was driving him mad. Not knowing was making it worse. Being kicked out of the operating room nearly made him combust but the bear- something Ace couldn’t even question given the situation- assured him that his captain could handle it. That Ace could leave his girl and his little brother and close friend in the surgeon of deaths capable hands.

His eyes squeeze shut and that only makes things worse.

He can see your face.

Your labored breaths.

The life draining despite the red glow of power illuminating from your hands…

Ace had been quick. He was in place to protect his brother from his own bullheadedness. Unfortunately for him, you were right behind. All of your energy put into throwing yourself into Ace and taking his place.

A desperate scream.

He isn’t even sure if it had come from you or him. But he watches in horror as you drop to your knees before him and Luffy, on the cusp of dying right before their eyes. For the first time ever, Ace yelled at you. Truly yelled at you.

Because now, there was a gaping hole in your chest where it should have been his.

“Why would you do that?” The tears are flowing freely. Emotions storm and spark. Anger. Hurt. Desperation.

“Ease-“ You choke on your words. “Easier ta heal m-m’ self.” He can see your blood stained hands pressing into the wound, your eyes closed, and palms glowing.

There were many times where you had explained your healing devil fruit powers to Ace, but it was a concept that he never fully grasped. You were a healer, he knew that very well, as you often fussed over and took care of any bump or bruises he ended up with.

But you could also heal yourself. Once, after having taken a bullet for a crew mate, you had explained that it was far easier to heal yourself than others. Sure, you felt the pain, but the effects were gone soon after. While the power was a blessing, Ace often cursed it for how reckless it made you. Protecting others was a top priority. Taking the hit so others don’t have to endure the pain.

And now you’re here. With his little brother and close friend in the same operating room after helping Ace save you.

After putting you all in danger.

The metal door swings open and Ace is on his feet in an instant. Law maintains his usual stoic demeanor, but the eye bags are a little bit deeper after such a long series of surgeries.

“I did everything I possibly could.”

Anger sparks within Ace at the carelessness about him. “What does that mean?”

“We’ll just have to wait and see. They all took on a lot more damage than most could survive.” Law speaks in an even, tired voice. “Even with her healing powers,” He glances down at the white towel he dries his hands on. “There’s no guarantee she will survive.”

Agony.

Ace nearly collapses on the spot.

The next few days are a blur. Jinbe is the first to recover, steadily regaining his strength and joining Ace in looming over the two of you. Ace doesn’t even leave your side until Luffy wakes- fists flying and screaming bloody murder. Still in fight or flight mode.

Even when a feast is prepared by the Snake Princess herself for his little brother, he remains rooted in place. He had no interest in the isle of women or even the food they had to offer. Not when you were still hooked up to so many tubes in that bed.

Ace squeezes at your hand for the millionth time that day, arms folded on the side of the bed, and head leaning on top of them. He rambles on with his daily list of apologies and mixes in countless reason he was in love with you. Why he needed you. Why he wishes it was him in that bed.

His eyes squeeze shut to his daily horror show that played on repeat any time he closed his eyes. “You’re so stubborn.” He huffs out, lips grazing over your fingers as he speaks. “Should be me.” A shaky breath leaves him as his lips press into your skin.

That’s when he hears it. A grunt. A muttering sound that didn’t even form real words, but they didn’t have to.

His heart soars.

Ace shoots up straight to look at you as your nose scrunches up and your eyes squeeze tight. Your eyes flickering open is like a shot of adrenaline right through him and he has to hold himself back from tugging you into his chest.

His brain short circuits as he grabs your hand once again, delighted at the feeling of you weakly squeezing back.

Calling for Law was the next step, the doctor checking you over now that you were awake. He rambles on about the recovery process, warning you from using any healing ability before you regain your strength, before leaving the two of you alone.

Ace looks at you with all the love and adoration in his gaze. For the first time in days, you’re able to gaze back at him. Weakly, a hand reaches out to him and he’s leaning over the bed to allow it to fall against his cheek. He places a hand over yours to prolong the touch, leaning into with eyes squeezed shut, and for the first time he doesn’t see the vision of you bleeding out on the battle field. No, now all he sees is your eyes finally opening.

“Ace.” Your voice is scratchy and dry.

Tears prick in his eyes at the sound of his own name coming out of your mouth. “Yeah, doll?”

“ ‘M glad I did it.”

His brows pull together as the words hang in the air. Then he laughs. It’s breathy and unfamiliar after the days he has endured. “What?”

“You said it should have been you.” You beckon him closer and he follows. “But i’m glad it wasn’t.” A smile pulls to your cracked lips. “I would never want to live in a world without Portgas D. Ace. Because you deserve to be alive.” Your forehead leans against his as he chokes back a sob. “I’d do it a thousand times over if it meant keeping you safe because i’m so in love with you.”

And that effectively breaks him.

“Say it again.” He pleads as he hesitantly embraces you, careful not to cause anymore harm. “Please.”

“I love you.” You repeat as your eyes well up in tears. “I’m so in love with you.” Leaning into his embrace felt like all of the relief that you needed. “I love you so much.”

“I love you.” Ace sobs freely into your arms.

#yeah so this is actually canon and ace is fine #(i scream as they drag me away in a straitjacket)#header: the scream (e. munch)#portgas d ace #portgas ace x you #portgas ace one shot #portgas d ace x you #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace one shot #portgas d ace x reader #portgas ace #one-fics

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encoredesires · 1 month ago

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Hii um idk if I'm doing this right but I saw your reblog of Bang Chan when he had his hands behind his head nd in the most respectful way possible I need MOREEEEEE!

Nd maybe instead of him praising you maybe he could be degrading you for being a needy cockslut?

If this makes you uncomfortable please just ignore it nd sorry in advance🫶

I was just thinking about making a short drabble about that! Well let’s just say I got a little to into it😅 But with degrading?! You've definitely got my attention🤍 how about praising & degrading? Hope you like it🥰

ANONY is talking about THIS!!

This was also lost in my draft from MONTHS AGO!

🔞!MDNI!🔞 18+ CONTENT BELOW!👇

"Channie," you sing his name as you lower yourself to straddle him. He hums as he opens his eyes & he moves the left side of his headphones off his ear. “Play with me?”.

"I can do it- Baby, I promise to be good." Squirming as you feel him getting hard under you.

"If you sit on my cock without moving until I tell you to, I'll fuck you however & as long as you want," he says stopping you from moving your hips "How does that sound baby?"

"Y-yes, I can do it." whine out at the stop of the friction but the pressure of his hard on pressing into your cloth, throbbing clit made it hard to stay true to your word. With trembling, impatient hands you untie the strings to his shorts before lifting & pulling down his shorts & boxers. You hear him hiss as the cold air that hits already red & leaking cock.

No matter how many times you've seen it you never get over how pretty it is. It always makes your mouth water & knees weak. You look up at him to see him already staring at you with a smirk. He knows how much you love having the weight of him on tongue from the few times you came untouched while sucking him dry. His hands are placed back under his head showing off all the work he put in at the gym. He looks like a Greek god. Maybe even better.

"Baby," Chan says in warming, reminding you of the deal you both made. You stop moving & you look at him waiting for his next command. "C'mon be a good girl & put me in that warm, tights cunt of yours," he smile's up at you.

You raise your hips & begin to rub his thick blush-red tip to coat it with your arousal. You aim him at your entrance before finally lowering yourself. Having on one of his oversized shirts with nothing underneath may be your best decision ever.

"Oh fuck," you moan as you start to feel the burn as he stretches you out. From beginning to end it’s always pain in pleasure in the best way ever with beautiful man under you.

"That's it, baby girl, just like that." He groans out feeling your tight cunt but not making any attempt to help you. No matter how much you or Chan preps before taking him, it's always never enough & you could never be upset about it.

"That pretty little pussy takes me so well." He moans out lifting his hips a little causing you to choke on a moan at the unexpected movement. " I know baby just a little more." He says still watching you with that smug look you hate but love oh so much, finally bottoms out leaving you full & legs shaking. You lean down & kiss his soft pink plump lips. Moaning from feeling him move the slightest bit inside you & you clenching around him. You lay on his chest trying your best to stay still & be good for your boyfriend.

Chan places his headphones back on both of his ears & closed his eyes just like he did when you first walked in.

So, when Chan feels you start to squirm a little not long after he’s not surprised. At first he figured you were just moving to get a bit more comfortable he brushed it off, until he felt you clenching around him.

“So impatient, so fucking cock hungry that you couldn’t even sit still for 5 minutes.” Chan laughs causing both your body to shake & his thick tip to brush that sweet spot he always hits no matter what position you’re in. “To think I thought my baby girl would be good & wait, but that’s my fault. I forgot I have a slut who is always trying to jump my bone like a bitch in heat” the heat of his breathe fanning over your ear & neck & the defining words should not have the affect it has on you that it does but it do & you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Channie please,” you whine trying to move your hips but the vice grip your boyfriend now has on you, wouldn’t grant you the pleasure.

“Please, what? We’ve barely done anything & I know you’re already so close to cummin.” He continues to whisper in your eyes with that voice that has talked you through many mind blowing, earth shattering orgasms.But right now you know it’s him daring you to cum without his permission, daring you to do as you please, use him as you want knowing it might be the only time you do for tonight or week. When Chan gets in his mode there is no stopping him or changing his mind.

“Fuck you,” you said the gritted teeth. Without a word Chan lifts your hip & slams you back down. Your release hitting you harder than ever. You squeezing your eyes closed so tight you start to see white spot.

“My pleasure love, I love reminding bratty sluts like you how to fucking behave & to be grateful for what is given to them,” Chan hissed as he gets up & carry you to your shared bedroom. He all but tosses you on the bed. “Ass up baby girl, you’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

& a long frustrating night you had. Chan repeated filling you up or cummin somewhere on you,bringing you close to release & relief only to snatch it away. Every. Single. Time. Bye the end you were a crying, sobbing, shaking, cum covered mess. Your boyfriend knew this punishment would “tame” you for a while but not long. You will right back to this slutty, impatient, horny, brat but you were his & his to tame every single time you forgotten to be his good girl & behave.

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phantolove · 12 days ago

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ᝰ.ᐟ matching in pink I rindou haitani

you had gone out to shop with your boyfriend and ended up matching with him in pink

a/n. a little drabble after the new image of rindou released from the game, nothing too flashy but i love him okay :(

It's been awhile since you and rindou had gone shopping, and today was the perfect day. the weather played along, sunny and warm, birds chirrping and the streets busy as always.

then your phone buzzed by the bedside table. you had already guessed who this might be coming from, and you were right.

rinrin<3 07:08am

ur going out with me. meet me at our usual café spot by 10am

a minute later, another message popped up.

love u<3

it made you giggle because he didnt say it often but it made your heart melt every fucking time. he was adorable. but you didn't waste time and replied you'd be ready by then. slowly you stretched, a long yawn escaping your lips before you shuffled over to put on something nice for the day and heading to the kitchen for a breakfast.

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at the café

eventually you had finally made your way to the café and there he was. sitting on the same table you two always booked. what a sap you thought.

"oi? you spacin' out on me babe?"

his voice brought you back, he was now standing in front of you and sliding his glasses back up. you leaned in to give him a little kiss to the lips, his face burning up from the sudden affection.

"just was thinking how romantic you are without even trying to be.."

"shut up will you?! l-let's go now we are goin' to shop some" he muttered, face clearly red still. seeing him being so soft with you was a sign of trust, nothing could be ever traded for that.

rindou kept dragging you from store to store, many outfits combined, mismatched, bright colors which was almost funky or too casual. but it seemed like he had a bunch of fun just you both playing around with outfits.

that's when you stumbled across a matching checkered pink shirt and a puffy jacket. it's like your feet moved on their own, observing the outfit and smiling.

"whaddya find babe?" he strolled over and wrapping his arm around your waist as his gaze followed to the matching set you were locked on.

"dont tell me ya wanna match me in pink?" he stared at you for a bit before he heard that damn chuckle. yeah he was going to match even if he seemed grumpy about it especially because it was pink.

"yes rinrin, we are going to be putting this on. i havent seen anything else as cute and we dont have anything matching!!"

"jesus christ ill be lookin' like hello kitty then"

he sighed in defeat, both of you grabbed the set and went to the lockers to change, the excitment making you all giddy knowing he still did it despite complaining. after a bit, you and rindou stepped out, a faint blush was covering his cheeks. you looked so cute it was insane.

"im only doin' this cause i love you" he crossed his arms and smirked then when he saw you practically jumping in place. and guess what? he had bought you both this set, the rest was either forgotten or not as important anymore. both of you walked out hand in hand, new outfits on to match. it was silly, maybe even ridiculous to some.

but for him?

it wasnt that. he wouldnt give a single fuck what others thought because it was only you and him.

"i love you rinrin..thank you for today, im so happy we get to match now with this.." it killed him. the way you spoke so sweetly, really genuine about it. he'd do it over and over again.

"dont get all sentimental on me now babe. but yeah, had fun too. love you too silly.."

on the way you snapped some cute pictures, making it yours and his phone backgrounds. ran may or may not have also had a laugh at you both when you stayed over, but he could care less when it made you happy.

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #rindou haitani #haitani rindou #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #fluff #fanfic #drabble #rindou haitani fluff #i love him ill cry #he is so adorable #plz save me

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gimmethatagustd · 7 days ago

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delicate; pjm

Jimin is always there for you when you need it the most.

Pairing: Jimin x (f)reader (past Taehyung x reader)

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: Established relationship, fluff, smut

Content Warning: Alcohol, smut (vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, cunnilingus)

Word Count: 3,987

A/N: Ngl I forgot what the original summary was for this drabble and then I was lazy so sorry

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You knew going out with Jackie was a mistake. Even more of a mistake was your agreement to go to this nightclub.

“Are you cold?”

Jimin’s arms snake around your waist and draw you against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder. The light, minty scent of his toothpaste mixes with the floral notes of his cologne. Rather than overwhelm you, the smell grounds you and brings you into the present.

“I’m okay,” you mumble.

Jimin hums. You feel the sound vibrate from his throat against your shoulder and the side of your neck. He’s not convinced, and you know he isn’t.

“Want to go find your friends? I’ll order us drinks.”

You nod and reluctantly detach yourself from Jimin’s embrace. The poor bartender has far too many people crowding the counter. Jimin will have to wait a while; he’s too polite to cut in front of other customers.

The club isn’t big, but it’s packed. You feel like you’re clawing through the bodies swaying to the music with your head on a swivel to find your friends in the crowd. The last time you were at this club, you’d ended up in the bathroom with Taehyung’s fingers shoved inside you.

No. You are not going to think about that.

It has been five months. Five months of detoxing, of neatly packing away the hurt and confusion that Taehyung caused you and storing it in the attic of your mind. You’re a different person now. The person Taehyung manipulated and strung along was no more. And the most important part is that you’ve forgiven the person you used to be. It was too easy to be angry at yourself for your mistakes.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean you weren’t nervous about returning home for summer break. The memories and emotions triggered the moment you pulled into your parents’ driveway were enough to make you feel like throwing up. You’re lucky Jimin got time off from his music apprenticeship in California to visit you, or you may not survive the summer.

Dreary thoughts aside, you’re beginning to feel frustrated with your inability to find Jackie when you feel a warm hand slide into your palm and long fingers intertwine with yours.

“Hey, jagi.”

Despite the loud thrum of music, that smooth voice pierces through you sharply and clearly.

Taehyung’s cheeks shimmer pink with intoxication beneath his honey-toned skin. His hair is longer than when you last saw him. It falls into his eyes, obscuring them in a way that makes his already mystifying gaze all the more intimidating. They nearly glow in the pulsing club lights, sparkling with amusement.

“Miss me?” Taehyung tongues his cheek as his eyes take apart every inch of your body. “You look really good.”

How your stomach flutters with butterflies you’d thought were long gone makes you feel sick. You quickly rip your hand from Taehyung’s. You’d missed him, in the beginning, a little bit, but being with him had hurt you more than leaving him. It took making new friends to realize you’d missed companionship, not Taehyung. Now, you have far healthier friendships.

You can practically hear Alexis’s voice in your head, nagging you about toxic men like Taehyung.

“The worst thing a man can be is aware that he’s hot,” Alexis lectured you the first time you opened up to her about Taehyung. She wasn’t wrong.

“No, I did not.” The steadiness of your voice surprises you, though it shouldn’t. You’ve put in a lot of work to process your fucked up relationship with Taehyung. You can do this.

The smug look on Taehyung’s face doesn’t disappear, but that doesn’t surprise you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in town, jagi?”

“Why do you even think I would tell you?”

Before you can demand that Taehyung stop calling you by the inappropriate term of endearment, you feel lips brush against your temple.

“I gave up,” Jimin admits with an apologetic smile and empty hands. His eyes take in your crossed arms and rigid stance when you don't speak. With a frown, he follows your gaze to notice Taehyung finally. “Oh, sorry, hi. I’m Jimin, her boyfriend.”

You try to be kind, but you want to punch the smug look off of Taehyung’s face when he offers his hand to Jimin.

“Nice to meet you, Jimin-ssi. I’m Taehyung,” he introduces himself. “Her ex.”

Jimin is too polite for his own good. He shakes Taehyung’s hand with his head cocked to the side. His pink lips scrunch into a sideways pout, and his eyebrows are just as tense. It’s the look he makes while writing his Music Theory essays. (“Music is about feeling, Y/N! Why do I need to write papers about it?”) It isn’t anger or frustration but a struggle to understand.

All you can think about is that Taehyung called himself your ex. After the grief he’d given you for wanting to be more to him than a sexual conquest, it’s unfathomable that he could claim the two of you had dated.

“She’s told me about you,” Jimin finally states. You’re not sure what angle he’s going for. In all honestly, you’d love to melt into the floor and bypass this entire conversation.

“That’s cute.” Taehyung’s eyes twinkle with the sparkles of the disco ball rotating overhead.

“Hmm, I guess, if you think being an asshole is cute.”

You hope your gasp isn’t detectable. Both men continue staring at each other, so it’s hard to tell.

“Do you?” Taehyung grins, and you barely hide your shock when Taehyung blatantly checks Jimin out.

It’s the same predatory look he’s given you in the past that makes your heart flutter and heat blossom between your thighs. You find it odd to see the look directed at someone else, let alone at your boyfriend.

It’s also odd that you feel relieved when Jimin’s cheeks flush pink at the sudden attention. Somehow, Jimin’s reaction is the validation you need to remind yourself that you haven’t made anything up. Taehyung has this uncanny power to capture people’s attention and draw them into his clutches with a simple look. Seeing Jimin affected by Taehyung makes you feel better about falling into his trap. It doesn’t take away all the blame; you take full responsibility for your actions. But it helps knowing someone as strong as Jimin can be flustered by Taehyung, too.

“I do not, actually.” Jimin tightens his hold on your waist. The feeling of his warm hand on your hip keeps you out of your head. Grounded. Jimin always keeps you grounded.

“Unfortunately, that’s all Taehyung knows how to be,” you pipe up. Even if your snappy comment does nothing to remove the smug look on Taehyung’s face, you get satisfaction from voicing your thoughts regardless.

“If I remember correctly, you enjoyed that about me.”

You let out a long sigh. “Tae, what matters is that I’m not enjoying anything about this conversation right now.”

Jimin presses his fingers into your side, gently reminding you he’s there – as if you could ever forget his presence.

“Let’s go, Jimin.” You wrap your pinky around Jimin’s and tug. “I’m sure whoever Taehyung came with is looking for him.”

You don’t wait for a response from either man. You’re over the days of having men tell you what to do.

Two hours later, you’re thoroughly tipsy and stumbling into Jimin’s hotel room with sore feet and the sensation of cotton in your ears from the nightclub’s loud music. Never the type to be out all night, it didn’t take long for you to ask Jimin if you could head back to his hotel room. Although you succeeded in ensuring Taehyung didn’t ruin the night for you, partying isn’t your thing anyway.

Jimin, on the other hand, is still wired. He strips off his shirt and tosses it onto the couch before working on unbuckling his belt.

“What’s the name of that guy Jackie’s dating?” he asks with a huff like he’s out of breath. You watch him tug his belt from the loops and toss it onto the couch.

“Seokjin? Well, he goes by Jin.” Jin and Jackie. They’re an unlikely pair but cute.

“Yes! He’s so funny!” Jimin pushes his jeans down his thighs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone take that make shots. And you know how my fraternity is.”

Following Jimin’s lead, you shimmy out of your dress. The hotel’s vents are blasting cold air, so you quickly sort through Jimin’s suitcase to find one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of loose boxers to wear. The two of you have undressed in front of each other before, and you’ve even fooled around while naked, but nothing has ever gone beyond using your hands and mouths to get each other off. Jimin has been unbelievably gentle and kind with your desire to take your relationship slow. You’ve been dating for nearly half a year, and he hasn’t pressured you.

You know it’s basic decency to respect someone’s boundaries, but considering the relationships you’ve had in the past, this is a big deal for you.

Not ready to sleep yet, Jimin sits in the bed and reaches for you with grabby hands and a slight pout. He looks adorable with his fluffy blonde hair. You’re not sure you can deny him anything, honestly.

“We probably should have had more water,” Jimin points out as you climb into his lap. Heat radiates from his bare chest, prompting you to snuggle against his skin to absorb some of that warmth for yourself.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re talking with this cute little slur.”

“I am not!”

Okay, maybe you are, but you’re not drunk. You’re just tipsy enough to feel loose in your limbs, light in your head, and hot in your core. Biting your bottom lip, you shift to straddle Jimin’s lap. The blankets pool around your waist, and Jimin’s hands naturally rest on your bare thighs.

Jimin lets you lift his chin so his head is tilted to look at you.

“Are you okay?” His hold on your hips is light but sturdy.

“I want you.”

Jimin’s eyes flutter closed when your lips brush against his neck. You suck at the soft skin where his jaw meets his throat while you thread your fingers through his blonde waves. When you nestle your fingers into the roots, you gently tug his hair.

A low groan rumbles from Jimin’s chest. His grip on your waist tightens, and the sensation causes your body to shudder.

“Are you sure?” He opens his eyes when you pull back from his neck, but you’re focused on the dark, reddish-purple bruise you’ve left on his skin. “I don’t want you to feel like you need to do anything after running into–”

“No.” Your response is curt, probably sharper than Jimin expects if his widened eyes are anything to go off of. “Taehyung doesn’t have any influence over me anymore, Jimin. This is just me wanting you, okay?”

It’s true; Taehyung has nothing to do with your desire for Jimin. Maybe if he does have some ounce of influence over the situation, it’s only because you feel empowered and emboldened after standing up to him. That, mixed with the alcohol, is giving you a sense of invincibility. It’s confidence that you might lose by the night's end, but you’re willing to ride the wave for as long as you can.

None of this is anything you’ll regret in the morning. If anything, you’ll be thankful for the opportunity to prove to yourself and everyone else that you’re ready to take on the things you’ve once feared.

Accepting your reassurances, Jimin nods. He runs a hand up your spine, stopping at the base of your head to cup your neck.

“Can I just say something first?”

His question makes your stomach flip, but you force yourself to maintain eye contact while you nod. You tend to get nervous with him when you’re intimate. There’s nothing wrong with Jimin; he’s kind and attentive. It’s your bad experiences with sex that make you hesitate. There’s too much pressure to perform well.

“You always get really nervous,” Jimin starts slowly, rubbing his palms up your thighs. “And I was trying to think of a way to help you relax.”

Shame burns your cheeks because you feel like this isn’t something Jimin should have to do. It’s pathetic, isn’t it? Why can’t you handle sex without getting so stressed out over it?

“Okay…” you prompt him to continue, though you aren’t sure if you want him to.

“Would you be willing to try something? I promise if you don’t like it, we can stop.”

If it were anyone else, you’d be scared of Jimin’s question, but you find it relatively easy to agree to whatever plan he has – albeit nervously.

Careful not to jostle you too much, Jimin maneuvers you off his lap and goes to his suitcase. It takes a few seconds for him to find what he’s looking for, but when he faces you again, you feel your heart flutter.

In Jimin’s hands is a silk black tie, which he keeps for special occasions – such as the dinner he attended with you and your parents when he first arrived in your hometown for the summer. It looks good on him, especially when he loosens it and lets it hang haphazardly around his neck.

Despite your limited sexual experience, it’s clear that he won’t be the one wearing it tonight. Approaching the bed, Jimin instructs you to sit back with your legs spread so he can kneel between them.

“You trust me?” he whispers. When you nod, he reaches behind your head to secure the tie so that it covers your eyes. “Let me know if it’s uncomfortable, and I can redo it.”

“It feels okay.” Strange, but okay.

You can’t see anything, so you keep your eyes closed. Rather than become even more nervous about the unknown of the darkness, you find that it’s actually relaxing. So often, you let negative thoughts ruin intimacy with Jimin, preventing you from moving forward in your relationship. Somehow, being blindfolded empties your mind until all you can think about is how you imagine what Jimin looks like while he touches you.

You let Jimin guide you to lie flat on your back. With your most prominent sense taken away, you focus on your others to tell you what’s happening. Jimin is slow as he slips his hands beneath the hem of your shirt to push it up your torso.

“Can I take this off?” His breath is hot against the side of your neck, and you feel the bed shift when he hovers above you.

“Yes,” you reply, barely above a breathy whisper.

Once Jimin has removed your shirt, his body heat disappears. You don’t panic, but you feel lost without his touches there to ground you. That is, until you feel something wet flick across your nipple.

“Oh, god,” you moan when Jimin wraps his lips around your nipple and gently sucks.

His tongue is hot and sloppy as it swirls around the bud until it’s perky and hard. Satisfied with his work, Jimin attaches his plush lips to your other nipple and repeats the same action.

You arch your back, pushing against his mouth. Jimin wraps his arms around your waist to press his palm to the small of your back, further pulling you into him. The darkness heightens your sense of touch, making each hot swipe of Jimin’s tongue and the graze of his teeth against your skin even more tantalizing. Your pussy throbs with how wet and hot you’re growing just from this alone.

“Jimin,” you whimper.

His fingers hook around the edge of your borrowed boxers. “Can I take these off, too?”

You nod your head quickly and lift your hips to make it easier for Jimin to pull his boxers off of you.

“So pretty…”

You let out a high moan when you feel the pads of Jimin’s fingers brush against your entrance. He gathers your arousal and smears it over your lips and clit. You can hear the squelch the wetness makes when he dips his fingers inside of you just enough to gather more of the sticky mess. Your wet skin goes cold, and you can tell Jimin has blown air on you.

“I’m going to eat you out, okay?” Jimin punctuates his question with a tiny flick of his tongue against your pussy.

“Please, fuck, please,” you want to cry and try to push your hips against where you think his face is, but his hands hold your hips down.

“I will, I will.”

Jimin laughs, airy and gentle, before pushing his tongue further between your lips to flick your clit. He repeatedly sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin while his lips envelop you.

Your skin is blazing from the heat of his heavy breathing and how his touch makes you burn. Every suck of your clit makes you gush between your thighs. You can imagine Jimin staring up at you with dark eyes as he eats you out, humming into your pussy with satisfaction.

You arch into his face when you feel pressure at your entrance again, and Jimin slips two fingers into your pussy. He thrusts them in and out, hooking them to press his fingers against your front wall to find the spot he knows so well that makes you squirm.

“Fuck,” he groans into your dripping pussy. Turning his head to the side, Jimin brushes his mouth against the inside of your thigh. His lips are soaked and sticky.

You rock against his hand as he fingers you, letting out little “ah ah ah’s” with each thrust against your front wall. You feel like you’re on fire, like every breath will ignite your body, make you combust.

“Please, Jimin, please.” You never thought you’d be the type to beg, but you’re so desperate to cum that it’s embarrassing. “I’m going fucking crazy, please.”

You try not to compare Jimin to Taehyung; you really try. But it’s hard not to, especially when Jimin gives you the best head you’ve ever had. Foreplay has never lasted this long before. You can’t tell if it’s a blessing or a curse.

“Ready for me?” It’s both hard to hear and so fucking hot when Jimin asks the question into your pussy.

It’s disorienting when Jimin uses his clean hand to pull his tie off your face. You blink a few times to adjust to the light, belatedly realizing neither of you ever turned it off. While some people like intimacy in the dark, you and Jimin always keep the lights on. It’s nice to look at it other; it feels more intimate.

You switch positions, allowing Jimin to sit against the headboard and have you straddle his lap like you were before.

“Ride me first, okay?” Jimin whispers in your ear when he takes your arms and wraps them around his shoulders. “I want to see your face when you take my cock for the first time.”

Your pussy flutters, and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to survive taking his cock if his words are enough to create a reaction in you that makes your knees weak.

“Oh, oh,” you whimper as Jimin sits against the bedframe. “Okay.”

“Look at me.”

And you do. You stare into those narrowed, sultry eyes as you line his cock with your entrance, one hand squeezing his shoulder to help you lean at the correct angle. The stretch is quite easy despite your previous concerns about taking Jimin fully. It should have been obvious; you’re so drenched that you slide down on his cock so smoothly that you want to fucking die.

You know what you’re doing, having had plenty of experience riding Taehyung in the past. It’s different this time, of course. Jimin never takes his eyes off yours as you bounce on his cock. His hands squeeze your hips to guide you up and down his cock, encouraging you to lift until only the head of his cock is nestled in your pussy before sliding back down his entire length. You’re so wet that Jimin’s thighs glisten with your arousal, as do yours.

“You’re gorgeous,” Jimin says with a soft smile.

“Oh my god,” you squeeze his shoulders as you rock against him, “You’re, you’re cuter.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” Jimin rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to your forehead.

He’s so cute, even as your pussy sucks in his cock and clenches around it. How is it possible for him to seem so innocent in a moment like this? It makes your heart swell with a love you’re worried you’ll never be able to fully articulate to the precious boy beneath you.

“Feels good,” you moan against his mouth when you lean forward to kiss him. “I’m gonna cum already.”

Jimin sucks your bottom lip at the same time he slips his hand between your bodies to start rubbing your clit. The two points of pleasure cause you to slump forward, but luckily, Jimin takes over. He thrusts into with swift, strong movements, never stuttering even when you can tell that he’s nearing his orgasm, as well.

There’s no shame in not lasting very long. You’re both a little bit drunk and extremely horny. The buildup to this moment is almost a climax all on its own. Neither of you can be blamed for how frantically you claw at each other and do your best to grind against each other’s bodies as hard and fast as you can.

“Come on, baby,” Jimin groans into the crook of your neck as he fucks you. “We can cum together, okay? Let go for me so we can make each other feel good.”

“Oh, Jimin, y-yes, fuck, okay.” You nod your head and pant your words against the curve of his ear. Needing something to hold onto, you dig your fingers into Jimin’s hair.

Jimin always knows the right things to say and finds a way to ease your stress and ground you. He talks you through your orgasm and holds you close as you cum. It’s erotic, but it feels gentle and intimate. Rather than dirty talk, it feels sweeter and more caring.

Even when Jimin finds his release, coming in you with a brutal grip on your waist, he whispers soft words of gratitude because he sees fucking you as a privilege – not a challenge to be won.

When it’s over, you melt into Jimin’s embrace, chest to chest, with your head resting against his shoulder. You’re both sweaty and sticky, but it doesn’t matter. All you want to do is be close and be held.

“How are you doing?”

You nod, unable to find the words to express how utterly content you feel. Not just content – you feel cared for, even when all you’ve done is fuck. It’s different with Jimin. It’s gentle. It means something.

“Did the tie help?” he asks, curious and wanting to have done a good job coloring his tone. It’s sweet, just like all of Jimin.

“It did,” you finally speak up. Turning your head to the side, you press your lips against Jimin’s neck and speak to his warm skin. “It helped me get out of my head, so all I focused on was you and how you made me feel.”

“Good?”

You smile with your eyes closed when you feel him kiss your forehead. “You always make me feel good.”

Jimin squeezes you in his arms, content with humming a happy reply against the top of your head. No other words need to be said; for now, the two of you bask in the warmth you bring each other and know that whatever the morning brings, you’ll always have safe arms to fall back into.

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pinescent-and-gingerbread · 11 months ago

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I was wondering if you could do a little drabble where the reader breaks her leg in an accident and Arthur goes to help her by picking her up and taking her home. Please I want Arthur to hold the reader like a princess! 🥺💞

Here you go sweet anon! 🍑

Yes this was supposed to be a drabble but I got a little carried away as always and this ended up being a bit longer than expected. I hope you won't mind!! 🙏

˖✧To pick up a Peach

✦ Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader ✦ Warnings/Tags: Description of a broken leg and physical pain, otherwise this is pure fluff. Arthur being the sweetest gentleman he is in high honor. ✦ Words: 2,4k ✦ a/n: I don't know why but I got carried away with this one and I ended up really loving it. I changed it just a little bit and made Arthur carry you to the doc, cause you know, he wouldn't let you go home without minimum care. He's like that. I made the reader some sort of farmer's daughter AU? Anyway, hope you'll still like it, Anon! Credits. Arthur's pic is mine. Other pics are from Pinterest. Little doodles made by me.

You were screwed.

That’s the thought that was stuck in your mind. Your horse, which the stableman had sworn to you was a gentle and peaceful creature, turned out to be a wild furious animal who was extremely nervous and appeared to have only one idea in mind: go back to where it belonged, the plains of the Heartlands.

You were simply on a ride to Valentine. You would often go there with your sisters on Mondays and Sundays to sell what your family had harvested in your native town, Emerald Ranch, setting up your little stand next to the butcher’s. Usually, these trips were pleasant and you had grown to like them, relieved to see something else than the gloomy and weird atmosphere that had settled in your village.

But your treacherous companion had decided, after an encounter with a snake somewhere near the Twin Stack Pass, that enough was enough. After rearing up as if his life depended on it, he took off at full speed, ejecting you with a crash to the ground, making the wicker basket containing all your precious products fly up in the air like a colorful firework of fruits and vegetables.

An ominous, muffled creak as your body lands.

Stunned, breathless, it took you a few seconds to regain your composure, long gone and galloping off with your horse.

Of course, that had to happen the only time you had decided to ride alone for once.

Your left leg, broken. The fruit of your labors and harvests, your perfect peaches, flawlessly ripe tomatoes and carrots, promising seeds, and beautiful flowers, scattered and smashed on the floor. Your dignity, gone.

Lying back on the dirt, hair spread like a star around your head, surrounded by an indescribable substance made of crushed fruits and flower petals reduced to a mush, you looked like the religious figure of Bad Luck.

On top of that, being a lonely young woman, unarmed, and hurt in the open clearly wasn’t an ideal situation. Any man with bad intentions could easily do the worst thing to you in your state.

You tried to get back in a sitting position. Every movement was igniting the pain in your broken bone, deep inside your calf, spreading it through your entire body like a burning trail of powder. You let out a short pained grunt, followed by a curse. Slowly tugging your skirt up your knee, you took a worried look at your leg.

It looked bad.

Painted with deep colored bruises kind of bad.

The sight of it along with the incessant stabbing pain coming from it made your heart beat faster, and you did your best not to pass out from the nausea that was flying over your head. The panic of not feeling your toes anymore didn't helped at calming your heart rate.

There was no way you could walk back to any town in that state, or contact the rest of your family already waiting for you.

Yes, you were screwed.

Tilting your head backward, you looked at the sky, in an attempt to prevent your threatening tears from falling, or to throw a desperate call to the Heavens, you didn’t really know it yourself.

A muffled sound suddenly made its way to your ears. It looked like your involuntary prayer had been answered sooner than you would have expected.

It was the sound of hooves.

You snapped your head in the noise’s direction and noticed an approaching form on the road, raising a cloud of dust in its wake, coming towards you. Your only hope. You were praying, for real this time, that this upcoming stranger was a gentleman and not a bad man.

Praying, praying, praying.

Praying again as the man was at voice’s reach, and as you screamed and begged for help.

“M-Mister!” Your voice sounded even more pitiful than what you had planned, and a bit hoarse from the pain. Your ego protested, but screw it, he probably was your last chance. “Mister, please! I broke my leg! I can’t… I can’t…”

Apparently, shouting didn't seem to help the nausea. The more you were getting air out of your lungs by screaming the more your head was feeling dizzy.

Luckily for you, the lonely rider had heard your desperate breathless words and was heading towards you, stopping his horse in a skillful maneuver before dismounting, his two boots hitting the ground.

“What happen Ma’am, d’ya need some help?” He asked you, voice powerful and worried frown on his face.

“My horse got spooked by a damn snake and he ran away… Making me fall and I… I think my leg broke…” Your tone was pained and way weaker than his as you did your best to explain the situation, a single tear now streaming down your cheek.

The pain, the panic, the frustration from having a month’s worth of work destroyed in just mere seconds… You couldn’t hold it anymore.

Slowly approaching you, the man lowered himself in a crouching position to take a better look at you, and talk to you at the same eye level. His deep blue eyes studied your broken leg, surely not missing the disturbing, alarming color the bruises were taking, your skin an odd mix of purple and green now. It didn’t seem to disgust him though, his face stoic as he scanned your wound.

“Alright Miss jus’... Don’t move too much.” He advised you in a softer tone. You could see he was truly concerned about your state. “What’s with all this mess? You trynna make some soup or what?” He asked in a deep sarcastic tone, as if amused by his own words.

You drily chuckle, which revived the pain you were still feeling in your bone, making you cut your laugh and groan a bit, your own features contracting in a pained expression.

“It is… It was my crop… I was going to sell it in Valentine…” You explained once again, feeling shame and exasperation hitting you. You were feeling so angry from this waste, so angry at yourself to be the only one responsible for it, you couldn’t prevent more tears from falling, trying hard not to let yourself go into sobs.

“Ah, shit… I’m sorry for ya.” He exhaled, contemplating the scattered and mashed jelly-like matter composed of what was once your yield, pieces of peaches and broken carrots lying there, like on a battlefield. His gaze came back to yours, full of compassion and probably pity for your state, before continuing. “Don’t worry Miss. I’mma take you up to the Doc, in Valentine. ‘Was goin’ there anyway.”

You nodded in order to thank him, feeling so relieved life had put him on your way.

“Okay, I’m gonna help ya get on ma horse. It’s gonna hurt a little but we have to.” He warned you, getting completely down on his knees by your side.

You didn’t dare to move from one inch. He slowly wrapped an arm under your shoulders, his hand grabbing your side. Even more carefully, his other one slipped under your legs, and he gently lifted you up bridal-style, as if you weighed nothing, a fallen leaf in a gentle breeze.

As if he was carrying injured people all day every day.

Your broken member didn’t like it as much as you did though, and you hissed in pain from feeling your own weight pull on the wound as your leg was hanging in the air. He noticed, and spoke again while getting up, just as easily as if he wasn’t carrying an entire person in his arms right now.

“Gonna be okay Miss, hold on a lil’ longer.”

As if taking his words in a literal way, you encircled his waist with your arms and rested your head on his chest. His work shirt was used and dirty, rough against the skin of your cheek, but right now it just felt heavenly to you compared to the dusty rock of the floor. You sighed, feeling calmer and way better now.

If you had brought up your gaze, you could have seen how a slight blush was spreading on the tan skin of his cheeks the moment he felt you getting comfortable in his arms.

You heard him call for his horse with a short whistle and a sharp noise from his teeth. His mount obeyed right away, getting closer to both of you in a happy trot. You wish your horse could have been as gentle as this one. He looked like a really strong and powerful, but very sweet on the inside animal. A bit like its owner, now that you were thinking about it.

As carefully as if you were made of porcelain, the man in question let go of your legs, and you took support on your valid one. He then picked you up again, by your waist, and lifted you on the saddle, helping you to get settled and as comfortable as possible. His large hands were very soft on you, cautious, caring. You could feel how his touch was light and measured, calculated to make you feel the least pain possible.

“You take the saddle, else your leg would get too bumped during the ride.” He explained before hopping behind you, grabbing the reins by bringing his arms from both sides of you.

He was basically enveloping you, his large frame keeping you warm and steady. Against your shoulders, you could feel his biceps, and thanked the Lord once again this man had good intentions with you because there was no way you could have resisted this mountain of muscles.

The silence fell as your gentle savior spurred his horse into a slow pace, keeping him calm and cold-blooded. You mentally thank him for it, every movement from your leg, even the tiniest one, would ignite the flames of your pain again.

The ride to Valentine was a quiet, peaceful one, just like it was supposed to be from the start. Your eyes kept closing and opening as if you were on the verge of falling asleep, but still needed to be alert until you'd be safe and sound in town.

You only had exchanged a few words with the man, your names, and where you lived.

Arthur Morgan didn't look like the kind of man to have the longest conversations but his presence was reassuring nevertheless. His heavy breathing, his body around yours, the calmness of the plains… It was all making your pain less vivid and way more bearable.

Once in Valentine, Arthur rode straight to the Doctor, and got off first, tying his horse's reins around the fence.

“Here we are, Miss. Let's get ya checked up for good, shall we?” He said while standing right next to the saddle, opening his arms to pick you up again, a gentle smile on his face, as if telling you all your worries were behind you now.

If you thought this man was going to let you walk alone to the doc’s office and head off to his own business, you were damn wrong.

Even through your terrible state, a grin curled up your lips and mirrored his own expression. You let your tired and injured body sink into his solid one, and he carried you in his arms once again.

His scent ran through your nose as you breathed, traveling all the way down your veins to your lungs and everywhere in your body, enfolding you and your soul. It was a strong smell, not a delicate one like those gentlemen would carry with their cologne, but you liked it regardless. A mix of leather, sweat, tobacco, and this early dew scent, the one you can smell just before dawn, earthy and herbal, as if he had been sleeping under the stars for months.

The smell of the outdoors.

Arthur opened the door with one foot, and entered the Dr Calloway’s office with you in his arms, careful not to let your leg get knocked while walking through the door. The doctor took care of you right away, ordering Arthur to put you on the chair in the little room where patients were treated.

His muscled arms dropped you, his hands gentle and attentive, as slowly as if you were a newborn filly he could hurt or scare away by using too much force. There was such kindness, such gentleness and care in his gesture that it left you feeling all bubbly on the inside.

You kept on looking at him during all the time it took for Dr Calloway to treat you, waiting for him to just go, but he didn’t. He stayed, casually leaning his back against the wall to leave some space for the doctor, his eyes voyaging from your injury to your face, then away from you, as if he was feeling guilty about staring at you like this. It made you giggle.

You paid the doctor, thanked him goodbye, and before you could process it, here you were, freshly gifted with two crutches and a wooden splint around your injury in front of his door. Perfect. For a farmer family, a hurt worker was a curse.

“You gonna be okay now, Miss? D’ya need another ride home?”

Arthur’s deep voice dragged you out of your thoughts. This man was so special. He looked used, strong, and intimidating, but had been nothing but kind and delicate with you. Right now, his deep azure gaze was staring right at yours, making you feel even weaker in the knees than you already were.

“Oh, don’t worry, my family is already here. We have a wagon and all. Besides, you have done plenty for me, Mister Morgan.”

“Ah, don’t ya worry. 'Did what any man would have done seein’ a pretty lil’ lady like ya hurt on the ground.” He answered with a subtle grin.

Before you could realize it, his hand was reaching out for a strand of your hair, and his fingers brushed against it.

You froze, feeling a dark red settling on your cheeks, your eyes looking back at his in surprise and disbelief, searching for an explanation, even if your heart didn't want it. It wanted more of it, no questions asked.

“You hum… You still got some… pieces of peaches or somethin’ in your hair, Miss…” He explained himself, his voice a little less self-assured than before.

You blushed even more. You indeed must looked like a total mess after your accident, and mentally noted to go fix yourself as soon as possible.

“Oh, God I…” You started, feeling embarrassed and flustered, words mixing and blurring in your mind instead of lining up properly. You just sighed, closing your eyes, giggling a little. You then spoke again, keeping your tone as calm as you could. “Thanks again, Mister Morgan.”

“Please, jus’ call me Arthur.”

“Alright, Arthur. Thank you, for everything. I don’t know how I could thank you enough.”

“You know, maybe I could come someday, at your farm I mean, and buy some of your stuff. You could give me a rebate on those, unless everythin’ you sell actually looks like jam…” He added with a mischievous, low chuckle, gaze sparkling.

“Hey! My crops are perfect, Mister. I promise you won’t be disappointed.” You said back in an equally amused tone, a toothy smile completing the picture of your precious blushing face.

“I'm sure I won’t be, lil’ peach.”

His voice had turned just as soft as his touch had been when carrying you; for Arthur, you really were starting to become his sugary, soft, and delicious favorite fruit.

#I really need to calm myself when people request drabbles but I can't #I knoooow I SHOULD learn to restrict myself but eeeeh #I'm already quite restricted into my everyday life so I let myself get carried away when I write oopsie #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan fluff #request #pinefic

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 6 months ago

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David Howard Thornton x Y/N - drabble - 2.3K WC

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Warnings: homeless reader for a tad, reader works her way to an actress, female reader, David being hot, L bombs, marriage, so sappy, very sweet, kinda long but I think it's worth it, obviously fake blood and shit its Terrifier I think that's gonna come with every fic tbh

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You sighed as the fake blood splashed on your shirt, “Another casualty…” you whispered as you rolled your eyes. The one day you don’t wear black to set, of course this would happen. Your boss had given you the opportunity to create the next set for Terrifier 2. It was a small movie with a small budget and she wanted to see what you could do within those ramifications. You looked at the wall where you had finished writing in blood, adding some excess drips here and there while also trying to make the lettering look messy. You added different bloods to the floor, some darker or lighter than others. There would be more added tomorrow as some blood was going to be in the shots and needed to be seen flowing in action. You made sure all the props for Samantha aka Victoria would be perfect. You wanted to make sure she would be extra comfortable since the blood would be coming from between her legs. You finally stepped back, looking at your goretastic creation. You smiled, thinking it looked perfect. The room still looked like a sanitary asylum room but also knowing when the cameras rolled and the props got to be used it would be fantastic. After you admired your work for a second you looked down at yourself. You would never get used to constantly being covered in fake blood. Unlike real blood it never dried down, it always remained sticky and shiny. You sighed, wiping your hands on your shirt since it was already ruined. You walked towards the door, finally getting ready to leave for the night. As you turned the corner you jumped, letting out a shriek when your body collided with David. Your shoes slipped on some of the fake blood on the floor causing you to instinctively grab David to prevent yourself from falling. Instead, you both ended up falling to the ground, fake blood getting all over you two. You groaned, tile floor was never fun to fall on.

“Are you ok?” David asked.

Your eyes shot open and you tried to sit up but an immense pain in your head raged against you. “I’m so sorry Mr. Thornton!” you said, trying to scramble up.

David stood up as he noticed your wobble. “It’s David.” he chuckled.

“Right… I’ll get all this cleaned up, you have a good night sir.” you said, stumbling slightly as you tried to walk around him to get cleaning supplies.

“Hey, you don’t look so good. Why don’t you head home, this can get sorted out tomorrow.” he said.

You looked down, nobody on set had figured out you were living out of your car. You graduated college with nothing but mounds of debt and nowhere to go. You had only gotten a few checks so far from working on Terrifier and they had all gone to your car loan and student loans. You got up every morning before people arrived and moved your car to a different spot so nobody caught on. You gave David a curt nod, walking to the parking lot with him. You both got into your cars, only a few spots away from each other. You turned your car on, as did David. He waved at you before leaving the lot. Once he was gone you turned your car off and reclined the seat a bit, using one of your blankets you had stashed away for warmth. You tried to will yourself to sleep with no luck. You screamed when you heard a knock on your window. David?

“Did you forget something? You can borrow my keys.” you said once you rolled the window down. You were so tired you didn’t even think of being embarrassed.

“Come on,” he said.

“What?” you asked, rubbing your eyes to wake up fully.

“I can’t let you sleep in your car.” he said, pulling on the door handle.

Now you felt the flames of embarrassment eat at you, “I… I’m fine, thank you.” you said, trying to get him to leave.

“You might be ‘fine’ but you’re not safe; anyone can break into a car and it's supposed to be freezing tonight. Come on.” he said, this time popping the door open.

You don’t know why but you listened to him, getting into his car. He shut the door and you couldn’t help but relish in the heat of the car, feeling sleepy already. New Jersey was incredibly cold this time of year and filming in an old metal factory and abandoned buildings all day didn’t exactly help with the cold. David got in the car; the drive was quiet but not entirely uncomfortable, just slightly awkward. You two had spoken on set before but not extensively, just in friendly passing. He had complimented your set recommendations a few times, making your boss ease up on you a bit.

“This is it.” he said as he shut the car off, walking around to open your door. He led you into a small house, it was cozy once you went inside, his decorations making it feel lived in and quite nerdy which you found cute.

You stood in the entryway, shifting your weight from side to side not quite knowing what to do.

“Here, let me take your coat.” he said, moving towards you. He looked at you before he touched you, you nodded at him and he slid your jacket off. “Oh geez, you’re still covered in blood.” he said, more to himself than anything.

You slipped your shoes off, following him further into the house. He handed you two towels out of a small closet. “The guest room and bathroom are right through there… I’ll stay out here.” he said, his smile trying to reassure you. He could tell you were wary of him, or at least the situation. He understood, and did his best to make you feel comfortable.

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You emerged twenty ish minutes later, fake blood in layers took a hot minute to scrub off. David left a sweatshirt and some shorts on the bed for you which you gladly took, preferring the warm clothes from your cold, sticky ones. You walked back out into the living room. David turned around and smiled at you before turning around and pointing at a plate he left on the kitchen table. “I thought you might be hungry.” he said, moving to sit at the table.

You made your way over, looking at the food before you. A pb&j, some chips, and a few strawberries. “Thank you.” you said, yet you didn’t move to eat it. You bunched the sleeves of the sweatshirt up to hold them so you didn’t nervously pick at your nails. “Why are you helping me?” you blurted out, even surprising yourself.

David stalled for a moment, “I just… couldn’t leave you there.”

“You don’t know me, you don’t have an obligation.” you said, sneaking a chip off the plate.

“You’re right, I don’t. But I still wanted to make sure you’re okay. We work together, you work in… makeup?” he said, guessing the last bit.

“Props and set design.” you corrected him, continuing to eat the chips.

“Right! You came up with the carved up head in the pizzeria - fantastic idea by the way.” he smiled.

You smiled softly, nobody had really praised you on your props or designs before, you were an intern and treated as such. “Thank you, nobody has ever said that before. It means a lot coming from the star of the movie.”

David gave you a big smile just like Art. You chuckled, finally picking up the sandwich and eating it. You could see David relax a little, taking you eating as a small sign of trust. “Have you always wanted to work in film?” he asked curiously.

You nodded as you finished chewing, “Especially horror. I always wanted to be a ‘scream queen’ but never knew how to get into acting so I went to college for film and focused on sets and props and foley, etc. It’s fun to see it all come together in the end.” you smiled, rambling on about your job which you did truly love.

David watched you talk with animated eyes, you were passionate and he loved to see you come out of your shy shell to talk about a side of movie making he wasn’t entirely familiar with. You two made your way to the living room at some point, still talking. It was like two old friends meeting up after a long time apart. Utterly comfortable and safe. You fed off each other in the best ways. As David left the living room to get some tea for you both you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter closed after such a long day. When David returns he smiles gently. His chest swelled with warmth, he liked you and he knew it. You were funny, kind, interesting, passionate, and so much more. He put the tea down before gently picking you up. He laid you down on the guest bedroom bed and pulled the covers over you before leaving to his own room.

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“And is it true you two got together under Cinderella like circumstances?” the interviewer asked you.

You laughed a little, reminiscing slightly before answering “Yeah, actually. I was living out of my car at the time. I was a lowly intern and just stoked to be working on a movie. All the money I made went to other more important things and rent isn’t exactly cheap so I did the best with what I had. David took me home one night because, ever the chivalrous gentleman, he didn’t want me to be unsafe or cold. And ever since then…” you gushed about him, blushing when you looked over slightly and saw him gazing at you like you were his world. “He saved me, in more ways than one.” you said, reaching out and holding his hand.

David kissed the back of your hand, “We saved each other.” he said.

“And how do you feel about your relationship becoming public with the release of Terrifier 3?” the woman asked, directing it towards David. This was a panel completely dedicated to you two so you both rambled on.

“Honestly I feel really good about it. She worked her way up from intern prop & set designer to full blown scream queen. And none of that had to do with me, she worked for that shit fair and square. And now with the release of the new movie, everyone can see how badass she is. The fans have been overwhelmingly supportive and it's amazing to see. ” David said, praising your work ethic.

“So how long have you two been together romantically? I know, nosey - but everyone is so curious since you just became public.” she asked.

“Well we were friends for what? Two years? Mind you, I was completely in love with her after just a few months but didn’t want to ruin the friendship so I admired from afar. And she was practically the only person I saw during COVID. Spending so much time together during that, I don’t know. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I kissed her and…” he said before you cut him off.

“We had some crazy ‘I’ve wanted this for so long’ sex and have been together ever since!” you smiled triumphantly.

The crowd laughed as did David and the interviewer. “Well, all good things must come to an end - what does life after Terrifier look like for you two?” she asked.

You didn’t actually know how to answer that one. You’d been together for 4 years yet even you had subconscious worries about your relationship after the thing that brought you together ended. Your eyes shifted to David, seeing if he had an answer ready. You looked back at the interviewer but heard multiple people in the audience suck in breaths. You looked out at the crowd, seeing if everything was ok. Some people pointed behind you so you turned. David was on one knee holding out a ring before you, the black diamond glistening in the light.

“Y/N - you are the most amazing woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You excite me, you challenge me… you love me unconditionally. I want nothing more than to wake up every day to you and be worthy of you. Will you marry me?” he said, his voice was firm and confident but you could see the slight tremble in his hands.

You didn’t hesitate, you jumped up straddling him and knocking him back slightly. As you sat on his lap on your knees you kissed him deeply over and over again. The crowd was losing it - screaming, clapping, whistling, etc.

“1000 times yes.” you whispered in his ear. You hugged him tightly before moving to stand up with him.

He raised his fist triumphantly, the crowd cheering with him once more. He pulled you in by your waist, dipping you slightly before kissing you hard. You both walked off the stage, the panel time ending on a high note. As soon as you checked your phone you saw Twitter and Instagram flooded with pictures and videos of the proposal. You smiled but put your phone away, relishing in the fact that you were officially going to be Mrs. Thornton. It was crazy to even think that but with David kissing up your neck the minute he closed the door to your private guest room you let yourself enjoy the feeling; your hand slipping down the door to lock it.

“Wanna recreate the ‘I’ve wanted this for so long’ sex? Because honestly, I’ve wanted this for so long.” you said, holding your hand out and pointing to the ring.

David smiled seductively before hoisting you up by the back of your thighs so your legs wrapped around his waist, “Nothing would make me happier.” he said, kissing down your chest.

“I love you…” you moaned out between your little whimpers.

“I love you…” he smiled up at you before slipping his hand down your pants.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! Posting for our favorite guy again as promised. I got a request half way through writing this and here is the outcome so I hope you all like! Thank you so much for the support around these fics especially, I know its a relatively small fanbase, or at least one lacking in fics so I appreciate all the love around the DHT/Art fics. I hope you are all well, talk soon! XOXOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!!

#terrifer 2 #terrifier 2 #terrifier franchise #terrifier #art the clown terrifier #terrifier 3 #david howard thornton x y/n #writing #david howard thornton #david howard thornton x reader #art the clown x you #art the clown #art the clown x reader #terrifer 3

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ichordrinker · 4 months ago

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GOOB HCS!!

The requester: @bizarrosthings (won’t let me tag them for some reason)

Also a lot about his arms, since it was requested!! (Will be divided into two)

Warnings; none!

He has floppy ears the same color as his paws!! They peak up whenever he’s overly excited, or when he hears a certain word he likes.

Scraps doesn’t let him drink energy drinks, due to him already being full of energy. She made the mistake of letting Goob have an every drink one time, and he didn’t sleep for two days straight.

Goob has bad memory. If you ask him about something that you know happened and remember, he won’t remember it at all unless you give a ton of context.

It’s SO hard to get this man upset. Unless you say something HORRIBLY mean, he won’t be affected by it.

He isn’t great at spelling. If you ask him to spell a certain word that’s a bit too long for him, he’ll have no clue at all.

DEFINITELY pansexual, he’ll love anybody no matter the gender they are.

Gets bullied on Roblox by randoms. Poor thing can barely move his character right due to his claws:( same thing with any other video game.

He believes in ghosts, and at night if it’s too dark or hears a random noise he’ll start screaming at the top of his lungs and run to the nearest light source. (Made a lil drabble below !)

It was time for bed, and all the toons were now getting comfortable in their assigned rooms for the night.

Goob was also getting comfy, until he saw what looked like a person in the corner of the room. He tried to get a closer look, but it was too dark to see anything without getting up. He had a night light, but it got worn out and stopped working over time and he now had to wait a few days to get a new one.

As soon as he thought he saw it move, he started screaming, dashing off the bed and making a beeline for the door.

Goob got his sister to go check it out, and it turns out it was just a chair with a hoodie over it.

Now onto the disabled hcs!!

I think if he was ever extracting, he’d fail quite some skill checks due to his claws, so he prefers distracting instead and letting everyone do the machines to save time.

He once tried to hold a soda can for too long, and it ended up slipping out of his hands and it spilled all over the floor. He apologized a ton afterwards, and helped clean most of it up.

Speaking of holding things, he isn’t able to hold certain things for too long due to the way his paws are shaped. Some examples are; anything round, soap, controllers, bags, ect.

Has trouble keeping his arms up, and can get exhausted easily/cause pain if he holds them up higher than normal for too long.

When Goob is just walking and his arms are tailing behind him, he’ll very rarely trip someone (or almost). Whenever it happens he feels SO bad, and ends up hugging whoever it is for what feels like forever.

#headcannons #headcanon #dandy’s world fandom #dandys world #dandy’s world goob #goob x reader #goob dandys world #dw goob #silly goober #disabled #disability #hcs #my hcs

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rodolfoparras · 2 years ago

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hello again (gaz anon and also the needy soap, ill go by feral anon if thats all good)

I WANNA GROPE PRICE SO BAD, NOT EVEN IN A KINKY WAY. I WANNA FEEL HIS THICK AS BODY ON MY HANDS, I WANNA SQUEEZE AND PINCH AT HIM. I WANNA FEEL THIS MAN UP.

so yes maybe a drabble of a super handsy m!reader who can't keep his hands to himself accidently makes price horny during a meeting cause he wont stop squeezing and pinching at his thigh... it turns into a fun game of "can price cum without letting everyone know that his boy is jacking him off

Thinking about Price with a s/o who can’t help but touch him all the time and it’s not really pda, it’s a discreet hand on his thigh while he’s in a meeting, thumb mindlessly stroking it. It’s a squeeze to the shoulder before running head first into a battlefield. It’s a brief hug and a pat on the back when he’s made it to the helicopter safely.

Price has always liked it that way, the subtle ways you displayed your affection.

Anything else would be deemed unfitting for the professional environment the two of you are in and besides he’s long bypassed that age where he feels the need to hold his boyfriends hand or kiss him openly on the cheek to let the world know that he’s taken.

However, he finds himself willing to eat his words when the new recruit just doesn’t seem to want to leave you alone.

Starstruck, that’s what you called it.

You’ve had a long and successful career in the army. It’s only normal for younger recruits to want to come up you, ask for a picture or an autograph or even a story from the many lives you lived.

That doesn’t mean that it soothes the green monster living in him because he can’t help but uncomfortable fidget when some stranger rests their hand on your shoulder for a picture, can’t help but coldly stare at the way a stranger’s fingers linger on yours for longer than needed when you sign something for them, cant help but want to crush the expensive tobacco leaf he’s smoking when yet another person comes up to you two wanting to hear about your days from the army, unknowingly cutting off yours and his conversation.

Price wasn’t a big fan of pda but what harm could it do to lean a bit closer to you during a meeting, shoulders brushing, and knees knocking together.

Price had long surpassed that age of feeling the need to claim, but what harm would it do to let your pinky fingers brush, when your hand is already resting on the table.

And if he makes direct eye contact with the recruit as he holds hushed conversation with you then its only their fault for sitting directly across from him.

You’d been surprised by the sudden wave of affection but welcomed it with open arms, sending soft smiles his way when he leaned closer, briefly linking fingers under the table when no one was looking, indulged in hushed conversations until his cheeks flushed and pupils widened.

He hadn’t expect to love it this much, had done it at first because of the green monster residing inside. However he couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed having to be careful not to get caught, feeling butterflies at every word or every touch, all while being fully aware that everyone at the table knew that the two of you must be something more than just coworkers (and if the recruit had ended up looking like a kicked puppy then it’s just a win win situation.)

Price was thrilled.

However what Price hadn’t expected was that he would end up with a hard on while in the middle of the meeting.

Maybe he was a bit too thrilled.

While everyone was rising from their seat Price was pretending to organize the small pile of paper work in front of him. You who’d been sitting next to the other man had noticed his strange behavior and sent him a questioning glance but he was unwilling to meet your eyes and while the crowd dispersing you decide to stay behind and wait for Price.

“Are you coming?” You say still confused by the man’s strange behavior.

Price clears his throat feels his neck and ear burning as he gives a pathetic response “Yeah you go ahead”

He continues staring down at the table,body ever so tense until he hears the door slams shut and a sigh of relief escapes him.

However he quickly tenses up again when he feels your hands on his shoulder and he hears you whisper the words “John, sweetheart, I’ll only ask once and I want you to be honest. Are you hard under the table?”

He swallows hard, adams apple bobbing as he white knuckles the table.

“Yes-yes” he manages to stutter out feeling his ears and necks burn at his words.

“Good boy” you praise and kiss his shoulder “Now would you like for me to help you out here or take it to your room?”

“Here please” he says, head swiftly turning to meet your gaze.

“What do you say?”

His pupils are blown wide cheeks flushed and mouth agape when he says the words “Please sir touch me”

“Of course sweetheart, you know I’ll give you anything you want”

Spitball w/ me?

#hope you’re doing lovely!#feral anon #John price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #captain john price x male reader #captain John price #call of duty #sub male character #dom male reader #scribbles

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years ago

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I freaking adore 'Unstable'. 😵‍💫🩷

Can we get a Drabble where Mc is knitting small little animals (like a dinosaur) and they are all over the ship? Or JK has one attached to him? And of course he denies being soft for her and liking the small plushies😮‍💨

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They're hanging everywhere at this point.

At first you worried that Jungkook might get annoyed with them- but he doesn't seem too bothered as long as you keep them in places he doesn't need to work at. So you hang the different knitted little animals on the screws at the large windows, or on hooks originally meant for coats. Jungkook has mentioned that the ship was originally property of an entire crew- but it got too old, most of the software and parts long outdated, so the crew sold it to be scrapped.

Jungkook bought it a few years later, and repaired it mostly by himself.

"What's this one?" He asks you, as you finish another little animal in your lap. It takes you a moment to realize that he's genuinely talking to you- something he only recently started to do more often.

".. a goat." You croak out, voice still horribly scratchy and painful to use. It causes his eyes to warm up quite a bit, as he sighs, reaching for something near his chair, before he waves you closer.

You do so, taking the little grey-ish goat with you. It's a round shape, and the horns are a little crooked, but you're quite proud of your progress. It's not that hard to learn for you.

Jungkooks hands kind of clumsily sit you down on his thigh before he shakes the inhaler Yoongi gave him, before he puts it to your lips. "Breathe in." He commands, and you do- flinching still a bit when the inhaler clicks and releases the medicine. "Hold it." He tells you next, removing the plastic device before he looks at you for a moment.

You've risked your life to help him get his ship fixed, and he's not sure if you did it for yourself, or him. You're human, after all. And humans sometimes do odd things for no reason at all.

"..good job." He mumbles, as you take it as a signal to finally breath again. You cough a bit, before you can clear your throat, medicine already soothing quite a lot as you watch him take the little knitted animal from your hand.

And then, he rips the little loop apart, much to your wide eyes. You're horrified at the prospect of him being this evil for no reason to tear apart your hard work-

But instead, he uses the two ends of the little loop to tie it onto the Keychain with all his different types of keys and keycards.

He didn't break it. He wants to keep it.

"Gotta get you some other colors." He mumbles nonchalantly, leaning back in his seat, not urging you to get up from his leg at all. "Grey's boring." He huffs, watching the main control display for anything out of the ordinary.

And somehow, this little act of softness of his makes you feel bold. So you swing your legs over his other leg as well, and lean against his chest, waiting for his reaction, but all you get is his hand on your waist, arm keeping you secure as you decide to rest a little more-

Noticing just how warm he is.

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aritsukemo · 5 months ago

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The Sugary Marriage Life of a Demon Slayer | Mitsuri Kanroji

( @nursedflowers / @drluvsick )

Summary: Dating her was pure bliss, who would blame you for tying the knot?

Warnings: Nothing much. Marriage life. Mentions of children and arguments. Reader is implied to be a Hashira. Headcanon under the cut.

A/N: Here's one out of two of my submissions for the RELA.PTS. event. Thank you again nursed for allowing me the opportunity to participate! Uhm..it'd probably make more sense to post the first meeting drabble first but uh..I like this one just a bit more, yeah..let's go with that. ANYWAYSSS HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE, HERE'S ONE OF MY GIFTS TO YA'LL-

Event: Relationship Points Event

↪ Obviously entails a lot of sweets! Pancakes, mochi, dango, you name it! As your wife, Mitsuri wants nothing more than to spoil you in her love for desserts and sweet-flavored things!

↪ The master allowed you both an entire week of rest following the announcement of you and hers' engagement and during that time she did nothing but shower you in food, affection, and dragged you everywhere she can think of! Pop-up markets, festivals.. You name it, she's probably already brought you there.

↪ Despite what she had fantasized in her youth, the wedding wasn't anywhere near extravagant but was still a day to remember! The venue ended up being your now shared estate and was decorated mainly by you, her, Tanjiro and his squad, and the butterfly girls upon her excitable request. The decorations were simple, more suitable for a simple party rather than a wedding, but she fell in love with the decorum regardless, simply swept away by the fact that her life-long goal was finally coming to fruition. The guest list entailed everyone who helped decorate, the Hashira and whomever they wanted to bring with them, Oyakata-sama and his family, your family, and hers.

↪ The honeymoon was just as wonderful as it was filled with nothing but soothing smells, delightfully warm water, long chats and joyous giggles at a hot springs & inn specifically and avidly recommended by Tengen and his wives. There, you two did nothing but smile and reminisce over every little thing that brought about a fond memory..which, at times, led to more sullen thoughts, but that hardly dampered your overall moods!

↪ Home life is filled with rare downtime, fleeting promises and equally brief affection, and often times lonely nights. As Demon Slayers—ones that are recognized for their superb abilities at that—being able to wake up to the smell of your wife's honey pancakes in the morning, being able to start the day sharing her strawberry lipstick, or being able to open your eyes at all, was a blessing that you both spend your strenuous walks to mission locations praying for. Your lives are far from guaranteed and you both exchanged vows that day knowing the risk of possibly being struck down in the line of duty. It made the two of you all the more grateful for every moment you're able to breath, every day you're able to say hi and goodbye to each other, and made every second together all the more valuable and precious.

↪ Your rare mornings together are usually accompanied by delicious smells, buzzing bees, and yawns caused by the tiring night before of shedding blood and consoling the anguished over the ones they lost. Your even scarcer nights are spent tangled in each others' warmth in any way possible. On the occasions you were given rest days, you were both adamant on doing everything together. Of course, that mostly meant household chores were the focus until the pinks of the sky turned husk and orange, but neither of you minded, simply enjoying each other's company as you went about your day.

↪ Arguments were never common when you two were dating and the same applies for when you two finally tie the knot. If they do arise, they're small and die quickly, never reaching even the first point of aggression. Harsh words are never thrown, spewing false wishes just to hurt each other never even crossed your minds, and if, for whatever reason, tears are shed amongst either of you, they're quickly wiped away by the other and whichever of you felt so terrible as to cry will be coddle and comfort and treated with the utmost care, as if you were made out of a valuable gemstone.

↪ Though gender plays a big role in this, children are pretty much a far-fetched fantasy. Though the two of you, mainly Mitsuri, went about walks together and dates at times rambling dreamily about the thought of incoherent babbles interrupting your peaceful sleep, tiny hands encircling around your index, and the joyous first embrace the comes along with meeting your shared creation for the first time, you guys realized after much discussion that it'll likely never be more than a delightful daydream. After all, it'd be cruel to bring life into this world when your own isn't guaranteed and neither of you could bare the thought of your child shedding tears over their parents' untimely demise if that were to unfortunately happen. It's a sad thought. Mitsuri especially took it hard, but until this dark world was able to bath under sunshine again—until that heinous demon king was slayed—any thoughts that stretched beyond yourselves would remain as wishful nighttime talks amongst each other in depths of your drowsiness.

↪ The consideration of retirement is often a topic brought up in moments of vulnerability—typically after a close call that has one of you scrambling to see the other. Talks like those are long and winding as you contemplate a peaceful life, but always ends at the same destination with the two of you deciding to stay with the Corps. You both felt as if you were bounded by your personal reasons that made the thought of leaving feel like a cowardly and or unfulfilling choice to make. Not only that, but both of you shared a special sentiment about the Demon Slayer Corps that made such a gory, brutal job seem like the perfect home—one that neither of you could truly think of leaving.

↪ All in all, Mitsuri, ever the optimistic romantic, always sees you in the best lighting possible in every situation. She's someone who loves with her entire being and soul and that pours into every inch of your marriage just as it did your relationship. Her hugs are often times as warm as the summer sun even when there's a blizzard outside. Her kisses are always sweet no matter what emotion stains them. Her touch never lies and never leads you on as it's warmed by her trusts that she so brazenly gave to you. You've completed her life-long wish and its made her so desperately yearn to do the same for you which she does by giving her all to you. Laying all her feelings, thoughts, and emotions bare to you no matter how frivolous or heavy-hearted they are. She's opened her chest, ripped out her golden heart and has placed it in your hands for safe keeping and she hopes that you feel comfortable in doing the same. And if not, she can wait. Days, months, years..however long you need, even if she's six feet under by the time that truly happens.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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hihhasotherfixations · 1 year ago

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Day 22: Phone Sex - Price x Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

CW: Gn!reader, masturbating (in public-ish), spicy pictures :)

I have once again failed to make this a drabble but I don’t care as much this time cause I like this one >:3 Now imma play some codm to blow off steam

Word Count: 1638

Sitting in the meeting, Price had his head leaned on his hand.

For the past 15 minutes, Norris had been blabbering on about a mission objective that he already knew about. Because he’d written it himself. And the reports that had led up to this. As had he processed all the intel his team had gathered that was now being presented.

With other words – Price was bored out of his mind.

Ever since Urzikstan, it felt as if Norris specifically had it out for the SAS captain. And so he’d asked Price to be here at this mission, given that he was the expert on this topic, yet not once did the colonel ask for Price to speak up or explain.

Taking in a deep breath, he lifted his hand and just blatantly dug around in his pocket, grabbing his phone and looking at the screen, hoping that would provide some distraction or relief, but no. Not a single notification.

Deciding to take action himself, Price opened up his chat with you, sending a quick text.

‘Bored out of my mind. Distract me?’

It was short but simple, and the brunet just put his phone back down after making sure his phone was on silent, pretending to focus back on the meeting, though he didn’t have to for long as his phone buzzed in his hand just a few minutes later.

Opening it up, instead of seeing a text back, there were two blurred photos.

Raising a brow, he discreetly glanced to the man sitting next to him, seeing he was focused completely on Norris, giving Price free reign to shift his screen a little closer to himself as he then opened up the images.

Instantly, blood started rushing down to his crotch as he laid eyes on what you sent him.

You’d given two pictures of yourself, naked and in revealing poses. In the first, you were taking a picture over your shoulder, showing the curve of your ass while one of his holsters was strapped around your thigh – just a bit too tight to make your flesh spill over the straps.

And the second was no better for the poor captain, showing you facing the mirror, your legs spread wide and leaving nothing to the imagination while your back was arched as you leaned one of your arms back on the bed.

Feeling his heart begin to hammer in his chest, Price swallowed, his throat bobbing as he quickly exited the pictures to send a text.

‘Call me. Now.’

Within the minute, his phone began ringing, causing everyone in the room to turn to him. Having strategically turned his phone off of silent mode before, he now held it up.

“Have to take this, sorry. You can continue without me.”

Without waiting for an answer, he turned his swivel chair around, using it to hide the tent in his pants as he got up, quickly marching out of the meeting room as he accepted your call and brought the phone up to his ears.

“When I said ‘distract me’, that was not what I had in mind.” He hissed, hearing a chuckle escape you on the other end.

“It worked, didn’t it?” You said, yet there was something about your voice that was off, making Price narrow his eyes.

“Y/N?” He asked, stopping in the middle of the hall to be able to hear you better.

“Yes?” Your voice sighed out, a little groan in the back of your throat, making the brunet widen his eyes.

“Are you-?”

“Yes, captain.” You whispered directly into the phone, the use of the honorific making Price’s erection push even harder against his boxers. “Join me?” You teased and he had to suppress a groan.

“I don’t have time.” He tried, even though in his mind, he knew it already was a losing battle.

“I seem to recall you saying you can always make time.”

Instantly, his mind shot back to the memory of him pinning you to his desk while he had to leave for work. Despite the time constraints, he’d chosen to take you right then and there, unable to wait. Recalling the way his cock looked, thrusting in and out of you, Price felt himself break.

“Shit. Just a moment.”

With great haste, he made his way through the base, walking through the halls until he reached the bathroom, where he barged in, opening every single stall to see it empty as he then quickly walked to the main door, locking it before he moved to the furthest stall.

Sitting on the closed toilet, Price held the phone between his cheek and shoulder, panting softly as he quickly undid his belt, hearing the squelching of your fingers moving in and out of yourself.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He whispered, pulling himself out and grabbing hold of his shaft, precum already leaking from the tip, slowly smearing onto his hand from how he fished himself out of his boxers.

Not wasting a second, he spread it around, stifling a groan at the touch. The bathroom was empty, he knew that, yet still the thought that he was doing this in what was practically a public place was humiliatingly arousing.

“What are you doing, John?” Your voice sounded in his ear and he bit his lip.

“Just- wetting my cock.” He spoke, deciding to let go of his inhibitors. He was committed to this already anyways. “Thinking about you.” He added as he looked down, watching as he rubbed his thumb over the slit, squeezing his tip after.

“Spit in your hand for me.” You spoke sultrily and Price obeyed, letting go and spitting into his hand before bringing it back down to his cock, starting to slowly pump up and down.

At the sensation, his breath hitched, not having done this in too long. Slowly, he dragged his hand up and down, starting slow before going a bit faster, his entire being feeling over-sensitive.

On the other end of the line, the brunet heard you let out a soft moan, the sound shooting straight down his spine where it pooled in his belly.

“Jesus, you don’t know what you do to me, love.” Price whispered, his body getting hotter and hotter as he jerked himself, listening to the sound of you fingering yourself.

“I miss you.” You panted into the phone, your voice needy and making the man close his eyes.

“Do you?” He asked, wetting his lips as he pumped his fist, imagining you laying before him, making exactly those noises. “Do you miss my hands running down your body? Loosening you up for my cock?” He asked, his voice deep.

“Yes.” You whined out and Price growled, firmly clenching the phone between his shoulder as he brought his other hand down, softly touching his balls, a groan escaping him as his fist sped up even more.

“I want you so bad.” He groaned again, thinking of your lips, how they felt on his neck, how it felt when you ran them down his chest and through his happy trail.

Bucking his hips into his own fist, Price panted, squeezing the head of his cock as his desperation grew, hearing your voice get louder and more frequent as you moaned.

“You really couldn’t wait anymore, could you?” Price teased through a pant. “Sending me those photos. You’ve been waiting, planning.” He huffed, feeling a familiar feeling starting to tense his abdomen.

“No.” He heard you whine but growled your name in warning.

“Don’t lie to me now. I know you’ve been craving me. Those pictures said it all.” He groaned, hearing you whimper out a moan on the other end of the line.

“John-“ You whined, a sharp gaps gracing his ears.

“Two weeks and then I’ll fill you again proper.” Price spoke, his head thrown back as he frantically jerked himself, right on the edge of orgasm.

“Please, I wanna feel you. Want your cum-!” You begged out before moaning loud, a creak of the bed sounding through the phone and Price’s mouth dropped open in a silent moan of his own.

“Gonna stuff you full, watch my cum leak out of you, so pretty-“ He choked on his own words, the image of cumming inside you, his seed dripping out proving too much as he came undone. “Fuck!” Cursing, Price groaned into the phone, having to grab it with his hand before it fell as he climaxed, cum spurting from his tip and onto the bathroom floor in waves, his hips thrusting desperately as he pushed through, his hand squeezing, milking himself of all he was worth.

“Bloody hell…” Price panted as he slowly came down from his high, properly gripping the phone as he held it up to his ear, his cock softening as he let his head thunk against the wall behind him. Shame began to curl in his gut from what he just did, though he chose instead to focus on you. “You alright, love?”

“Yeah.” He heard you, sounding out of breath as your voice became a bit clearer as you also positioned your phone better. “You?”

“Just fine. Just have to clean up a bit.” Price cleared his throat, starting to rip some toilet paper from the dispensers, starting to wipe down his shaft, dropping a few extra sheets onto the floor in advance.

Hearing him say that, you chuckled a bit and Price pursed his lips a little.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing, just endeared that you miss me as much as I miss you.” You quickly said and Price huffed, leaning back against the wall again, clearly knowing you were avoiding actually answering.

“I’ll remember that.”

“Remember it for what?”

At that, Price sat forward, tucking himself back in. “You know exactly for what. See you in two weeks. Better prepare, love.”

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