#crossing lines x reader

[gatefleet]

What's Past is not Prologue.

Crossing Lines: Sebastian Berger, Carlton Hickman

WordCount: 1906

T(W): Past Trauma, Alcohol, Toxins (Any missed let me know)

Request: No

A/N: Potentially a long-shot. The German puppy does not get enough love, and the American disaster needs something positive. Taglist open.

Part 2

When you looked up, the last person you were expecting to see was the elder man, Detective Carlton Hickman, he hovered in front of you and gestured towards the empty chair across from you. You nodded and looked to him, turning so you were fully facing him and placed your elbows on the table. “Didn’t expect to see you again. Did you get him?” You could barely look Hickman in the eyes and turned your attention to the drink you had been nursing. Hickman gestured to the bartender for a drink for himself and offered you a refill which you declined.

“Not yet, kid, but I’m close” Hickman gave you his full attention after ensuring the bartender had the order. You bit your lip and looked down nodding numbly. “I promise you kid, I’m not giving up on this.” You looked up as Hickman’s drink arrived.

“How’s the hand?” You asked as you pointed toward the gloved hand while putting your glass to your lips, “and why are you here if it isn’t to have me as a court witness?” Hickman took a sip of his drink, thinking hard about how to phrase his next query carefully.

“Good and bad days, off the morphine now,” he laughed slightly at that to try and ease the tension. You gave him a smile. “No, no court cases for you to translate or be witness to today, but I may have a job offer. If you’re interested, that is.” You looked at him curiously.

“What’s the offer?”

You walked into the basement of the Hague’s International Criminal Court (ICC) behind Hickman, a rucksack on your back, headphones in, Hickman pointed to an empty chair in front of a computer, and you began to put your bag down. The brunette short haired male had watched you enter from the elevator and had grabbed the attention of the redhead he was in the kitchen with. Hickman tapped your shoulder and led you toward an office in the back, you followed removing your headphones as you went. You were introduced to Major Louis Daniel and the brunette and redhead in the kitchen had been joined by another 2 people.

The Major shook your hand and asked you to take a seat. You and Hickman both sat down, and Major Daniel explained why he had sent Hickman to recruit you to the team, your ability to speak multiple languages was viewed as an asset to the team. You listened to both Hickman and Louis before reaching a decision. You were then introduced to the man that had gotten the team together in the first place, Inspector Michel Dorn. You spoke with Dorn for a few minutes, and he asked if you would accept the position, when you said that you were willing to accept on a trial basis (you were never one for staying with one agency too long) he smiled at you and handed you a badge.

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When you left the office to join the main room you stopped in your tracks when you were faced by a gang of 4 individuals staring at you from different points in the room. “Something I can help y’all with? A picture, perhaps?” You took the seat Hickman had gestured for you to take when you first entered and sat back in the chair in a way that everyone was within sight, even your peripherals. The brunette was the first to speak.

“And, just who are you supposed to be?” His Irish accent strong as he crossed his arms and stared you down, you mimicked his actions and opened your mouth to respond when Hickman’s voice interrupted, “ah, good, you guys have met, Team meet, Detective Y/L/N – liaison with FBI’s Red Cell Behavioural Analysis Unit. Detective, meet the team, the huffy looking one is Detective Tommy McConnel – Northern Irish Police, the one next to him is Sergeant Eva Vittoria – Italian sector of Europol, Detective Sebastian Berger is from Berlin Police and finally Detective Anne-Marie San from the French National Police.” Hickman had pointed at the last two, you nodded and looked to each.

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You and Sebastian had ended up sticking to the computer lab, it felt bigger, brighter and more comforting for you than the dullness of the main area. You tended to try to keep up with current events in the news and try to refine the search algorithms for patterns in European criminal databases that may be of interest to your team. Sebastian was obsessing over his Scan-Gen files, particularly trying to extend the reach of the scanners capabilities.

You had all been called out for a poisoning of a socialite. You were about to breach an abandoned building that you had discovered your unsubs were using to hold until their next job. The team caught two perps and had them separated, one with a gunshot wound in his leg. Neither were particularly talkative. Hickman had taken a call from Louis and you followed stopping halfway between where Hickman stopped and where Tommy was still with the perp. You overheard something about a Russian and used that to return to Tommy. When Hickman mentioned ‘The Russian’, you decided to use your talents and put on a very convincing Russian accent, “Tell us comrade, who do you think sent us?” Tommy recovered quickly and hinted that the female they were working with was out of control. The guy you had mentioned a gala.

“You know? I really hate dresses.” You fidgeted awkwardly with the bottom of your dress, ensuring you were adequately covered. Eva looked comfortable and was adjusting her com, you vaguely caught Sebastian giving you a passing compliment in hopes of easing your concern over the dress and you awkwardly exited the van while Eva appeared to do it flawlessly. You both wandered the venue as caterers, keeping your eyes on the host and those who interacted with her, as well as keeping an ear out for the plutonium detector going off. You both had negative results and your feet were starting to ache in the ridiculous heels you were to wear for this op. Eva asked the guys to turn off her comms to allow her to go to the loo. You kept watch on the party and fidgeted with the bottom of your dress again. You heard Eva’s counter go off and manoeuvred to cover the loo exit while kicking off your heels to make walking easier. It wasn’t long before the lads had entered, and you all had the suspect surrounded. You were all in shock when she ingested the toxin herself and then fell in Eva’s arms. You were all being seen by hazmat and poison control officers, you and Eva had blankets wrapped around your shoulders due to the lack of clothing and Sebastian surrendered his jacket to you. You cautiously accepted while Tommy offered his to Eva.

You had all returned to the office, you still had Sebastians jacket on and were carrying your heels in one hand. Once you had gotten back you went to the loo to change back into some warmer clothes. When you came out most of the team had left already, Sebastian had retreated to the computer lab and Eva was writing up her report. You checked in to see if Eva needed anything from you before you headed out, opting to do paperwork in the morning, she declined and smiled at you, wishing you a good night. You dropped into Sebastian next to see if he needed anything before you headed out, he smiled at you and you faltered, “well, I would like to see my jacket back before you leave.” You blushed and apologised heading back to your desk to grab his jacket and returning with it a minute later. Sebastian just laughed and mentioned that he was glad it helped fight the cold for you. You thanked him again and left his jacket on the table in the centre of the room, after confirming that there was nothing else you could do for him, you bid him goodnight and left.

It wasn’t until you had returned home that you realised your phone was missing. You spent over an hour hunting for it in your apartment and your bag from work. You sighed defeated and accepting that you had lost the thing, you set an alarm on the digital clock you had and told yourself that you would try and source a new one in the morning.

When you awoke the next day to the sound of your alarm you instinctively looked for your phone, then remembered that you had misplaced it the previous day. You went through your usual morning routine and went to the spot you and Eva had arranged to meet for a carpool to work. When Eva arrived, you got in the front seat, and she began to ask you about why you hadn’t responded to her messages that morning. Once you explained she agreed to help you search the office in case you had left your phone there.

Once you arrived in the office, you asked the desk if the cleaners had found your phone and handed it in, they said that no one had found your phone. You and Eva shrugged and headed down to the office to do another search. You were both surprised to find Sebastian already there and in his computer lab. Eva began to sweep the main office while you checked the computer room. You found Sebastian leaning over his laptop working on something, you began to look over the desks and inside drawers. It took Sebastian a couple of minutes to realise you were there and when he looked up and saw you searching the room. He watched you amused for a minute or two before clearing his throat. You jumped slightly at the sudden noise and placed your hair out of your face. He smiled at you and held up his hand, it took you a couple of seconds to realise he was holding a black square in it. “Looking for this, Detective?” You could see the amusement in the German’s eyes as he spoke and waved the hand back and forth. You breathed a sigh of relief, “Sebastian, I could kiss you right now! Where did you find it? I’ve been looking everywhere for that.” You moved towards him hand outreached for your phone when he moved it slightly out of reach, a glint of mischief building in his eyes. You stopped moving towards him, your arm faltering, and put your weight on your back foot. This seemed to make Sebastian falter from his plan, and he placed your phone on the table for you to pick up, “I found it in my jacket pocket as I was leaving last night.” He turned his attention back to his laptop, but his curiosity about you was fully piqued now, you could hear him typing on his laptop as you walked out of the room.

You walked back into the main office space waving your phone for Eva to see, she smiled at you, “Ah good, you found it. Where was it?” She walked toward you. You gestured toward the computer lab, “apparently I left it in Sebastian’s jacket after the case yesterday,” you shrugged and sat at your computer plugging your phone in to charge, and began writing up your case notes for your report.

(GIF Credit to the owner)

[zephyrchama]

A thin line of table salt adorned the floor in front of your bedroom. You stood behind it and stared at the demons outside of your doorway. They were staring at the salt.

Leviathan laughed. It reminded him of a low-level defense from a tower defense game. "Is that supposed to keep us out? lol."

"Yeah. I think it's working," you said.

Satan put a hand on his hip. As far as he could tell, it was plain old table salt. No magical properties whatsoever. "How so?"

"Well, none of you are crossing it. Clearly, it's having some kind of effect."

Mammon balked. "Obviously, it's because we're respectin' your privacy!" He stood closest to the line, wanting to cross it most of all.

"You're respecting my privacy by... standing right outside my door?"

Mammon opened his mouth to counter, only to come up with nothing. He stood there with his fists clenched. The feather on his belt swayed as he tapped a foot impatiently, causing the nearest salt to shift a little.

The noise annoyed Asmodeus. "Mammon, go walk through the salt."

"Why me!?"

"This is ridiculous." Lucifer crossed his arms. "Clean this up. I don't even want to know how this will damage the floors if you leave it."

"It's not even doing anything," Satan pointed out.

"If it's not doing anything, then one of you should cross it," you suggested.

"Why don't you come out to us?" Belphegor proposed. "There's only one of you, seems more fair."

"Yeah!" Asmodeus took a step away from the salt, careful not to get any on his shoes, and raised his hands. "You can run into my arms if you'd like. I'll be sure to catch you."

Their stubbornness astounded you. "Or... You guys can just admit you don't want to cross this salt."

"It's regular salt." Beelzebub knew exactly what the substance was as soon as he laid eyes on it. Plus, the smell was unmistakable. His claim was irrefutable.

"Yes, exactly. Thank you, Beel. I've seen you eat it many times." You had even taken the bag from the shared kitchen.

"Did you try walking over it?" Leviathan asked. "How are we supposed to cross it if you won't?"

"I don't need to. I'm in my room."

"You should come to our room," Belphegor offered. He was getting tired of standing around.

"Come out this instant," Lucifer ordered.

You thought about it for a whopping two seconds. "I think I'm good. I'll be in my room. If any of you need me, feel free to come in."

You retreated back inside with the rest of the half-empty salt bag. The brothers stared at you with a mix of impatience and disbelief until the wall blocked you from view.

[joocomics]

CROSS THE LINE

read part two

pairing: professor!soobin x student!fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 3.1 words

an accidental peek at your phone causes a shift in the way your professor behaves in your presence which results into the two of you facing your perverse nature

✎… university au, bold!bratty!reader, dirty talk, hint of exhibitionism kink, solo masturbation, mentions of pillow humping, p*rn watching, slight overstimulation (m!rec), usage of toys (dildo), reader uploads amateur p*rn online

( txt masterlist )

You examine the lecture room - everyone is focusing on the test. The air is thick with silent concentration; rustling of pages cutting through it every now and then.

In the meantime, your professor is standing in front of the window and gazing at the clear sky with hands clasped behind his back. Today, his tall, lean frame is dressed in a black cardigan over a crisp white shirt, the sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal the sleek silver watch wrapped around his wrist. Occasionally, he rolls one sleeve up a little farther to check the time with his usual unhurried grace that often makes your stomach tighten.

He seems lost in thought, so you discreetly pull out your phone and log into your account. It’s risky, but you have nothing else to do - your test is already completed and double-checked.

Your newest video is performing relatively good. You hadn’t expected it to do this well since you filmed it half-asleep, barely putting any efforts into it at all. Judging by the surprising amount of clicks and feedback, people are liking the lazy, low energy mood of the video though - of you rubbing yourself, still sleepy and dazed from the wet dream you woke up from. It has more likes than the previous ones you’ve shared, and a new comment.

You bite your lip, eager to scroll down and read it.

But you don’t get the chance to do so.

A shadow falls over your desk and your heart jumps when you see a hand on your desk.

You immediately recognise the black sleeve of his knitted cardigan; the long, elegant fingers with pretty knuckles that often times have you hypnotised by their movements - when they’re swiftly typing away on the keyboard or emphasising something on the white board that has special importance.

Your professor Choi Soobin knocks twice on the wooden surface to draw your attention; a sound, not loud, but deliberate.

As you hurry to shove your phone away, you tilt your head up, meeting his gaze.

He doesn’t look angry, he never does. His expression is, as always, calm and unreadable; his dark eyes behind the glasses give nothing away.

“If you’re finished with your test you can wait outside.” He says in a low, earnest tone. “You’re disturbing the other students.”

“It’s not…” You begin to explain, but the words die in your throat, because he silently walks away.

Choi Soobin never speaks more than necessary. He never raises his voice, but you wished he did.

He’s always so diligent and collected, it has you wondering... what would it take to make him lose that control?

Right now, in this situation, it's not just your curiousity that has you almost wishing he would snap at you; that he would let his unshakable mask crack even just a little bit so you can see what he would look like. It's also that you'd prefer it way more than having him be all restful and infuriatingly calm as you admit your stupid mistake.

Unluckily for you, it might have something to do with his good looks too, though.

Ever since you started taking his class, you’ve had an increasing heart rate on several occasions. You also noticed that his class is the only one in which you get easily distracted, and in which you end up thinking about sex.

It’s no surprise that most of your content is filmed on days where you’ve had classes with him - it's because you return home horny.

If you’re being honest with yourself, there's something about his quiet demeanour that makes you hot and bothered. Till now, you avoided the obvious truth, but you’re in too deep to keep going.

You have a crush on your professor.

“Sir, all I wanted to say is that I wasn’t cheating.” You speak with a polite tone as you keep an appropriate distance from his desk; your pulse slowly returning to normal.

Choi Soobin takes few seconds to respond. He emits a long sigh that you can only read as a sign that he’s not interested in having this conversation. But you can’t leave things like this. You’re not a cheater and you can’t allow him or any of your professors think of you as one.

“Is that all?” He asks without looking up from the papers scattered on his desk.

“I also want to apologise.” You adjust your bag on your shoulder, anticipating his next words.

Again, silence.

His behaviour is getting perplexing a bit. Usually in such situation he’d give some kind of speech, warning you of the consequences... at least, look at you once or twice. However, the way his eyes avoid you behind the lenses of his glasses makes it seem like he’s waiting for you to walk out of the door.

“Uhm, okay...” He nods, and shoots you a distracted glance that was so quick you almost missed it. “You’re a smart girl, Y/N. Hopefully you’ll stay focused on your studies and this… will not happen again.”

“I wasn’t cheating!”

You bite down on your lip to refrain from raising your voice again. Unfortunately, you fail at controlling your other impulses.

You unlock your phone and open the tab that wasn’t closed yet anyway. Your hands move quickly, not giving you a chance to think this through. Before you know it, you’re sliding your phone his way.

“This is what I was doing.”

Your professor’s mouth opens, but the panick keeps him from speaking right away. You can see the tension in his jaw, the soft pink tint spreading rapidly on the sides of his face. The composure leaves him at full speed.

On the screen, your latest video is playing with muted volume. Below, there’s a comment section that has a recent comment on top of older comments; comments, praising your wonderfully juicy pussy, complimenting how cute it is, confessing how they wish they could fill it up.

Your professor doesn’t allow his perplexed eyes to see anything else, but there’s enough of a giveaway that he saw more than it’s appropriate of him.

“You can look through the history of my—“

“There’s no need for that, I already know.” He cuts you off sternly; the nerves are lingering strongly, causing droplets of sweat across his skin. He swallows thickly before giving more explanation. “I know you weren’t cheating.”

He returns your phone back into your direction, doing his best to avoid the screen.

“Put it away, please.”

“Oh, so you really caught me earlier…” You muse out loud, hiding your phone in the back pocket of your pants. Elation flashes in your eyes as you hold your gaze upon his authoritative figure. “Did you like what you see?”

Of course! You should’ve figured it out sooner. Your video was already playing when he caught you on your phone, this explains why he acts differently in your presence right now. This is why he can’t look at you for longer than two seconds.

“This is an inappropriate question.” Choi Soobin runs a hand through his raven black hair and leans back into his chair. He starts rubbing his palms together as he tries his best to keep it cool.

Instead of ending it there, you tilt your head to the side and take things further. You can’t stop now; not when one of your biggest fantasies is coming to life.

“As you already saw,” you speak up slowly; your voice drops lower in order for it to sound seductive, “I don’t shy away from inappropriate things.”

You’re unable to tell if it's your provocative words or the way you lean boldly on the desk that causes your professor’s gaze to finally shift to you. All that matters is the way he looks at you, anyway - as if inside your eyes he sees a mixture of danger and possible pleasure. And as though he's unsure on which one he really wants to focus.

For the first time since meeting him, you truly realize how close you are in age. It awakens this risky temptation to play with his nerves a bit; to test his ability to stay calm, to suppress his feelings, his instincts.

The secrecy you need to maintain in the hall has you even more excited to act.

“Excuse me?” Soobin whispers, baffled and shaken by your forwardness.

“In fact,” you chuckle erotically as you stay where you are so he can inspect your face under the golden light streaming through the windows even better, “I bet you enjoy how inappropriate this is too.” You pause, watching for a reaction. “You probably made that remark earlier hoping I’d come to you after class was over.”

For a split second, you think he’s not going to respond, but then, unexpectedly, he rises from his chair.

The abrupt movement makes you flinch, but you quickly collect yourself, remaining in your place.

Soobin leans over the desk, mirroring your position.

God - he's so close... and so attractive; with facial features that are sharp and refined, but with certain softness to them that only make him more handsome.

“I don’t know if you realise this,” he murmurs, with voice even deeper now, “but you’re crossing the line.”

It sounds like his words are trying to rebuild the walls between you, but his body, his proximity, is speaking otherwise.

“Tell me and I’ll stop.” You whisper; never once breaking eye contact.

Instead, you tilt your chin higher as neither of you move.

And then, as you’re both silent, waiting for something to happen, you catch his expression shifting. The sharp tension in his jaw loosens, his gaze flickers before yours - first to your lips, then back to your eyes.

Soobin has always felt some type of special energy around you - one he still doesn't know how to describe, and is too scared to try, - but never this strongly. It works like a magical potion that intoxicates him more and more every time he lays eyes on you.

He's also confused. He should be thrown off by your unabashed attitude. He’s never been impressed by girls who are so bold; who make the first move ithout hesitation and flirt so openly in places where they should behave appropriately. t’s not a matter of looking down on them - he simply prefers to be the one to take the lead, to chase as some may say.

And yet, despite everything... despite knowing how inappropriate this is and despite knowing he shouldn’t even be thinking about it... he's curious.

He wets his lips nervously before swallowing thickly at the tempting sight of your mouth. What if he just...

No, he thinks to himself, as the devilish voice in the back of his mind keeps whispering.

“Enjoy the rest of your day, sir.” You give your professor one last smile and step back before he can make up his mind.

He never gave you a response, but it doesn't matter.

You already got it just by looking at him.

Choi Soobin knows he messed up.

The moment he decided to take a walk around the lecture hall letting his feet carry him in your direction - he messed up.

He messed up even worse when he allowed his eyes to peek at your phone, and then - the worst of all - when he opened his mouth, making it clear for you that he saw what was on your screen.

But what else was he supposed to do? He caught a student using their phone in the middle of a test, it was his duty to call you out. He should have made you retake it like his colleagues would have done in such situation.

The second he noticed you staring at your phone under the desk, before he even reached you, he knew it would be easier to just look away. To keep walking.

But he didn’t.

So here he is now - with his laptop open, typing your username (he effortlessly engraved it into his memory just from one look) in the search bar of this adult website like a complete idiot.

Like a creep.

Your profile pops up on the screen of his MacBook right away, but Soobin panicks and closes it shut.

This is wrong. Wrong on so many levels. Even if he just has a quick scroll down your page, how is he going to face you tomorrow?

He sighs, rubbing a hand down his face as he leans back in his chair. Frustration knots tightly in his chest.

The temptation is suffocating.

A faint blue hue glows softly on his face as he opens his laptop again.

He finds out that you’re not showing your face anywhere which is a good thing, he thinks. You’re being safe.

Next, he notices you’re really into pillow humping. You have a few videos up and it looks like in most of them you’re riding a pillow in just a baggy t-shirt. Your most recent one is the one he accidentally got a glimpse of - it’s published just two days ago, - however, he eventually clicks on a video where you have your legs spread open for the camera, and no underwear beneath a short black skirt.

His cock already got hard from seeing all of the thumbnails of your videos; from reading the provocative titles and imagining how the words would sound in your alluring voice. From simply looking into something so private from your life.

The fact he kept pressing his hand against himself while scrolling didn’t help in preventing this from happening either.

Once the video starts playing he feels the first twitch.

Just one, he tells himself, just one video and I’m never going to look at this again.

The scene of you rubbing your pussy through slow circles unfolds on his screen and Soobin’s skin grows hotter. At the start of the video you’re wearing a pair of panties - there’s a dark spot on the fabric already, and once you pull them to the side, easily exposing yourself to the audience, Soobin cusses at the wet sight.

You’re so pretty - leaking and glistening with arousal. The image has his breath hitching, both from amazement and need for release. He hears the first moan fall from your lips which can be seen during some of your small movements; as if it’s some kind of spell, Soobin’s hand gets a hold of his boner more boldly.

He's almost sure that he’s leaking in his underwear.

Without getting distracted, he watches you push two fingers inside you. Then, slowly pull them out with a string of essence dangling from them. It’s a mouthwatering scene that has him completely losing the last bits of patience he was holding.

He tugs down his clothes in a rush and sighs from relief as he makes the first few strokes.

He’s throbbing in his big fist, but he doesn’t want to cum too quickly so he takes deep breaths to control the bubbling rush while keeping his focus on the show you're putting on. The illuminating lights land on his face, accentuating the furrow of his brows, the slight parting of his lips. It also gives his eyes a captivating glow that emphasises his evident concentration, but his creeping desperation too.

Your hand stops for a moment, disappearing from the frame only to return with a bright pink dildo. At first, you play with it - gliding the silicone mushroom head up and down against your skin, then teasing your clit by smacking it few times. Your movements are bold and sexy as if you’ve been doing this for way longer.

Soon enough, the scene changes - you remove your underwear and lay down on your side while slightly bending your knees so the camera can record your pussy folds nicely.

One hand keeps your ass cheeks open as your other one forces the dildo in and out of you, meanwhile, Soobin cannot stop jerking off. He wishes he can take it easier, to try match your rhythm, but it feels impossible.

The shame and the guilt are no longer slowing him down; the pleasure has risen too high and pure euphoria took over all of his senses.

He's going to deal with the psychological consequences later.

His eyes eat up the view of your appetising thighs and the one of your gentle fingertips sinking into your butt cheek.

He can see the amount of arousal leaking out of you and his mouth waters from desire to stick his tongue exactly where it trickles out from. He shuts his eyes, fantasising about tasting it, slurping it and swallowing it with pleasure, then opens them again, not wanting to miss your next move.

The lewd sounds emerging from his speaker fill his dimly lit room - beautiful whimpers mixed with squelching noise because of how wet and small your pussy is.

“Ah! Fuck—“ Soobin’s fist strengthens around his size as he finally succeeds in slowing down the pace for a moment, until his sticky fingers completely freeze at his thick base.

His teeth bite his lip furiously from the rush suddenly being delayed; his thighs shake in his seat as the sharp thrill passes through his stimulated body.

In contrast to his doing, you in the video, quicken the process.

Your hand speeds up the colorful toy, forcing it faster and deeper inside you. With every next thrust, you release a new gasp, a new sweet moan that builds on Soobin’s pleasure even further.

And he’s not even touching himself right now, just watching the video coming to an end.

“I’m so close!” Your lips pucker up as you whine quietly.

Soobin recognises that seductive note; the same compelling voice that was speaking to him this morning. It makes him spit in his palm and resume the quick, firm strokes around his throbbing cock.

“You're gonna make me cum so hard...”

His balls tighten up, his jaw falls open and his focus on the screen goes weak.

His moans become one with yours, as though you're in the same room, pushing him over the edge.

Because he cums before you, he ends up overstimulating himself by the end of the video. Wanting to wait for you to reach your own climax, his messy fist remains around his softening dick, tugging gently.

When it comes to an end, Soobin closes his browser with his clean hand and checks the time. 1:45 AM.

It doesn't take long for the shame of his doing to settle in the pit of his stomach. How is he going to face you in a few hours?

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[zepskies]

OMG I KEED A PART 2 TO SAM HAVING A CRUSH ON DEANS GF

Like idk maybe say Sam didn't listen to Dean and tried making a move on reader? Like ofc he wouldn't ever do that *I don't think* but in this hypothetical scenerio it happens

Hey hun!

Oooof, that's hard. You guys really like this angsty love triangle stuff, huh? 😂 I genuinely think Sam would rather saw off his own hand than hurt Dean that way. But this is like, the only thing I could think of on this one. 😅

See this imagine for context: You are Dean's one exception.

Pairing: Dean W. x Reader, one-sided Sam W. x Reader Word Count: 1,100

Imagine: Sam crosses the line.

Goddamn witches.

That's the last coherent thought Sam has, before his mind is no longer completely his to control.

Well, it's still his mind. His body. But the careful door in his mind and in his heart, reinforced with steel and chained shut with titanium, combo-coded, locked and loaded, now has broken hinges.

Thoughts he hasn't allowed himself to think for months are pried open, with a sick kind of enjoyment in pain.

You're his brother's girl. Sam can't help but love you. He wants you. And now, he might be able to have you.

The witch is dead, but the spell she just hit Sam with remains. He's not dead, so that's a plus.

"Are you okay?" you ask him, slightly breathless. You're the closest to where he's sprawled on the ground, so you go to him. You touch his arm, and he can't help but clamp down on your hand. He looks at you with the thinly veiled eyes of a hunter as he smiles. Because your concern reaches the deepest parts of him.

"I'm fine," he says.

But Dean reads the hunger in his brother's eyes. He's subtle in the way he grasps your shoulder and Sam's (noticeably tighter).

"But what happened? How do you feel?" you ask, trying to take stock of what you're all dealing with here.

"I uh...feel fine, actually," Sam says. He rolls his shoulders. His gaze focuses on you. Dean holds him back from getting off the ground.

"Get the book. See if there's a way to fix this," Dean tells you without taking his eyes off Sam.

Sam tilts his head at Dean, the beginning of an angry frown on his lip as you rush away to find the witch's spell book.

"What's the matter, Dean?" Sam asks. He doesn't bother to lower his voice. (He literally doesn't have a filter anymore.) "Afraid of what might happen when she actually has the chance to choose?"

Dean's lips purse as his eyes darken. "This isn't you. And when you wake up from this, you're either gonna hate yourself for even thinkin' what you're thinkin', or you're gonna have one hell of a headache."

Sam stares back incredulously. He scoffs. "What're you gonna do, kill me?" They both know that's not happening.

But that's also when Dean knocks him the hell out.

When Sam wakes, it's to you stuffing tissues in his bloody nose. He groans a bit. He looks at you and still wants. But when he looks down at himself, he's in the bunker, handcuffed to the war room table.

You look worried for him as you go back to your side of the table with the book. Dean is oddly nowhere in sight. Sam thought he'd be watching you (and Sam) like a hawk.

"Dean'll be back in a sec. He's trying to get ahold of Rowena," you supply. "But how're you feeling? What's the spell doing to you exactly?"

Sam rolls the kinks out of his neck and removes the tissues, even though his entire face radiates with pain. His brother once promised to break his nose, and he did just that.

"Basically? I think it took away my inhibitions," he replies. More like threw them in a blender and put his deepest, headiest desires into overdrive.

You frown. "Like a really bad bender, or a truth serum kind of thing? But why would he punch you out for that?"

Your gears are turning rapidly, weighing out all the options. You always were smart. Sam leans forward slowly. Noting your thread of wariness, his face softens. He doesn't want to scare you...

He sighs. "Listen...there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

He reaches out a hand. You're looking at him in frozen surprise. His curled fingers brush your cheek. He leans in toward your face.

But you flinch and pull away.

"What the hell are you doing?" you ask.

Sam should've known, but it still hurts him. His jaw clenches. The spell takes away his self-preservation, however.

Just as he might've tried with words to finally confess the depths of his heart, the door creaks open.

The sound of Dean's heavy boots approaching makes him flinch. But Sam looks over with an unrepentant stare.

Dean glances at Rowena, nostrils flaring. "Fix him." He gestures at Sam before he joins you on your side of the table, resting a protective hand on your back.

Rowena shoots him a droll look. "Only because you asked so nicely."

"I don't need fixing!" Sam argues, glaring at Dean. His voice echoes on the bunker's walls. "You're just afraid of what happens if she knows the truth!"

Your eyes widen further. You look from Sam, to your boyfriend. Dean's jaw is clenched tight.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?!" you ask in earnest. Dean meets your gaze for a moment, his face tense. His reluctant eyes communicate to you things you never knew. Things that clog emotion in your throat. Dean turns back to Sam.

"Don't do this, Sammy. It don't end well for you," Dean says.

"Like hell," Sam retorts.

"Okay, sleep now, dear," Rowena says. And with a wave of her hand and a haze of violet, Sam's world once again blackens.

When he next wakes, he's in his own bed. Not restrained. He indeed has a massive headache, and it's hard to breathe through his still broken nose. He groans and turns, and his brother is there.

When the overwhelming guilt sets in, Sam knows he's himself again, with all the careful walls around his heart put back in place. Rowena must've broken the spell when he was unconscious. Dean can see the truth in Sam's eyes.

"There he is," Dean remarks dryly. "Our giant Jekyll and Hyde."

Sam inhales deeply. "Dean..." I'm sorry doesn't quite cut it.

"She knows," Dean says, after a moment. "Obviously."

Sam nods, swallowing past a lump in his throat. He hesitates to ask the next burning question, because part of him knows the answer.

"It doesn't change anything."

Sam's head turns at the sound of your voice. You stand in the doorway, with your arms crossed despite the disheartened look on your face. Your eyes meet his, steady and sad, but firm.

"I know," Sam says, with a small, self-deprecating smile. "I'm sorry...for all this."

"It's not your fault," you reply. Spell or no spell, the way he feels is not his fault.

You step into the bedroom and go to Sam's bedside, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder. That hand smoothes up his neck, and your fingers briefly thread into his hair. Another silent conversation passes between you and Dean, the way only lovers that close can accomplish.

After a beat, Dean nods and gets up out of his chair. He thumbs at your cheek; it's both an answer to your unspoken request and an endearment. Then he pats Sam's shoulder before he leaves you and Sam alone in the room.

Trust. That's what that is. Dean trusts you, and now that the spell has worn off, he trusts Sam again.

Sam meets your gaze. As awful as he feels, he still loves you. He knows you know by the way your gaze meets his.

All he wants to do is touch you.

To apologize, and to touch you.

He hates himself.

You shake your head. "I love you, Sam. As my friend. My brother."

"I know," he nods. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," you reply. "You just have to respect that."

"'Course, I do," Sam nods again. You would've never known, if not for the damn spell.

You surprise him by taking his hand. Yours is soft and warm and kind.

Always kind...

But never truly his to hold.

AN: GAH! The Angst. You could bottle it. 😩

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[1-800-gmfu]

The Lines We Don’t Cross

In which.. Y/n wasn’t supposed to fall for him.

Caught in the chaos of school, vlogging, and the tangled web of friendships that make up their oversized, messy found family, she thought she had her boundaries figured out. But when it comes to Reverse Curse — her brother’s band — and its quiet, older bassist, Choso Kamo, the lines start to blur.Between secret glances, late-night rehearsals, and a friend group full of complicated relationships and unspoken feelings, it’s hard to tell where the loyalty ends and the longing begins.

Some things are meant to stay hidden..

but some lines are meant to be crossed.

Date: 05/01/25 - …

A/N: hi! soo this is my first story that I am truly dedicated to in over 7 months, so I promise to try my best with this! Also, I am a student and finals are coming up, so I’m sorry if I can’t put out so much, it’s a lot with studying, work, and school in general. enjoy!

CHAPTERS ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ↓

☆ Ch. 1

☆ Ch. 2

INTRODUCTIONS:

☆ Reverse Curse (The Band)

☆ The Trio/The Three Musketeers

☆ Gangalang

☆ The Sane Adults

OTHER WEBSITES FOR THIS STORY:

☆ Pinterest Board

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☆ my wattpad

☆ about me

☆ masterlist

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Thank You! ♡

[nnight-dances]

SEVENTEEN MEMBERS AND HOW I WOULD KISS THEM [WITH REASONS]

note: i would say sorry for this but i really am not. it's old news that i'm far from normal about seventeen so here's a post really proving it :) still, it's crazy that i've only known them from a year (lol this post from a year ago is so silly) so i'm feeling all kinds of sentimental lately. i love seventeen and i think i always will, in one way or another. enjoy this absolutely self-indulgent brainrot of a post!

SEUNGCHEOL - with tongue. immediately

i take this man very seriously so i’m gonna have to kiss him like i mean it. i’d be crazy to do anything but kiss this guy on the mouth because let’s be honest i will be thinking about it for the rest of my life

JEONGHAN - everywhere and all over

you’re gonna have to pull me off him because once i have access i will be peppering his face left and right with kisses sorry i’m just that batshit crazy

JOSHUA - cheek kiss

i’ve said before that i see joshua as a brother (the parasocial relationships are getting out of hand i hope that helps) so even a cheek kiss is a bit much but i wanna show him affection one way or another

JUN - a peck on his nose

the only appropriate way to kiss a cat… also he’s the most adorable little guy to me so this just feels right

SOONYOUNG - i’d take a bite out of him

i’m serious. look at the guy!!! i’ll actually die if i don’t bite him like he’s just so bite-sized and also isn't that how tigers mate or something (i’m the biggest horangdan alive next question please)

WONWOO - both of his cheeks

have you seen his smile??? he's the sweetest and i can't think of a better way to appreciate than to kiss his cheeks. i hope he smiles for a long long time

JIHOON - pat on the head

i’m not messing with him yo... we can just talk it out by which i mean i ugly cry to him about how much i love him but i'm doing anything else

SEOKMIN - hug and a kiss

best case scenario i stop at a hug! i need to express how precious he is and can't think of a better way. he's just everything to me and he needs to know that. kissing him gently because he's just the best

MINGYU - i'm proposing

good luck separating me from him! with any luck i’ll have made out with him and proposed to him because kim mingyu is the greeenest flag on god's green earth and the only man you could convince me to marry

MINGHAO - blowing kiss

i'm scared of him too so bluetooth will have to convey my love for him. minghao please don't perceive me as a weirdo i'm just a huge fan haha love u...

SEUNGKWAN - forehead kiss

kwan is my baby so i will baby him to death... but seriously, i can't put into words how i feel about him yet but he's a rare species so a rare type of kiss to express that

HANSOL - a wave will do

LMAO i'm just kidding (no i'm not) i have the biggest friend crush on vernon if you know what i mean... like i just wanna hang with him and hear what he has to say so bad... so i'm waving at him from a distance to save my chances at befriending him

CHAN - kiss on the hand

this boy oh god he's also soooo precious so i have to treat him right. he's so talented and idk i feel like kissing his hand would just be so classy and elegant like haha i'm so cool about you lee chan please don't run away from me

[whore4gwen]

Did I Cross the Line? ﾟ･｡

Mother Miranda x Assistant Reader

Tags: Angst bc it’s my fav, yelling, mental breakdown, blunt asf Miranda, I mean she really gives no fucks, revenge, neglect, borderline mental abuse, toxic relationship, over glorified Miranda (could never), & I think that’s it, lmk if I missed any!

A/n: Back w some Miranda angst. Not even lying, I have like seven different Miranda wips I’m tryna finish. I just get so distracted & then make another. Enjoy this one though!

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“I have given you my mind, body, and soul. Quite literally everything I am. What more do you need? What more can I give to earn your trust? Your loyalty?” You yell horsely, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Fights between Miranda and yourself, almost always evoked such emotions and entailed shouting.

Predictably, Miranda remains leaning on the back counter, tall and stoic, demeanor unwavering. She doesn’t have time for these fits of yours, yet she finds herself at the receiving end periodically. If only you had better anger management, she often thought to herself.

Deciding to wrap it up herself, Miranda turns around with nothing more than a low sigh, as she continues her work that you so un ideally distracted her from. There was really no point in conversing with you when you got like this. So wrapped up in that little head of yours. Miranda knew you’d stomp off, calm down, and then eventually, everything would be as it should. That is till you decided you wanted to throw yet another fit. Miranda rolls her eyes at the thought.

So crass, she thinks to herself. So quick to anger, so damn distracting, she grits her teeth.

Still standing, almost in shock, almost that is, you huff as you turn around and slam Miranda’s door to her lab shut. How could she spare you hardly even the time of day, and then completely disregard you and completely ignore you! Absolutely infuriating.

Your knees sank to the floor as hot tears rolled down your already inflamed cheeks. The exhaustion of the last hour hitting you like a ton of bricks.

You loved Miranda, truly you did, but she was so wrapped up in herself, so reliant on you being an obedient mindless little mass of cells, you couldn’t do it anymore. Enough was enough, you’d make Miranda realize just how much she needed you, even if it was the last thing you did.

Regardless if she realizes the error of her ways or not, that won’t be enough to change her. Nothing is enough to change the one and only Mother Miranda, priestess, protector, matriarch of the Village.

You couldn’t go back. Not to a life of constant tug of war, always pushing and pulling, it gets rather tiring after awhile. As much as you’d like for things to brighten, you’re burnt out and quite frankly no longer care to reach the light at the end of the tunnel. This time, it’s about Miranda suffering. Even if it makes you suffer a little bit too.

You weren’t sure where you’d go or what you’d do, but if there was one thing on your mind, it was her; just like she intended.

[lunazisa]

crossed lines ⋆˚꩜｡

- winter x jungkook

- idols!au,oneshot

- smut,fluff,angst, unprotected sex, kissing, fuckbuddies, jealousy, voyeurism, fucking against the window, unresolved/unconfessed feelings.

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the hotel room door slams. she doesn’t even make it past the wall. jungkooks on her in seconds, hands gripping, mouth dragging down her neck, the sound of her zipper splitting through the silence like a threat.

“still mad?” he breathes, voice ragged.

winter doesn’t answer. just pulls his hoodie off like it offended her and bites down on his shoulder hard enough to bruise. the curtains are literally wide open.

city lights pour in like an audience.he sees her glance at the window.

“leave it,” he mutters.

“someone will see.”

“good.”

jungkook lifts her like it’s nothing, slams her against the window, hips pinning her hard. her head thuds back against the glass, breath catching in her throat.

“i hope they record it,” he says, grinding into her. “let ‘em start another scandal.”

she laughs, and it sounds bitter.

“oh yeah?” she pants. “like the other one? that backup dancer? that girl from Inkigayo?”

his jaw clenches, “your really bringing that up now?”

“why not?” her voice is venom-sweet, eyes glinting. “was she a good fuck?”

he grabs her by the chin, fingers tight, tipping her face up. “she was,” he growls. “but she wasn’t you.”

her stomach flips, so he leans in, lips brushing hers, heat rolling off him like smoke.

“she wasn’t loud,” he whispers, “wasn’t messy. Didn’t slap me for moaning.”

he pulls her panties down like he’s punishing her. drops to his knees, tongue hot and unforgiving, licking her like it’s fucking war.

winter moans. its sharp, guttural, desperate.

“you gonna be my favorite girl again?” he mutters against her thigh. “gonna let me fuck the jealousy outta you?”

she grabs his hair, drags him closer.

“try me.”

after she cums on his tongue, hes already inside her,

“your— fuck— friend mingyu… is he single?”

jungkook stills, pupils dark and jaw locked.

“what?”

she moans. bites her lip, “dunno. just thought he was hot.”

he laughs once, and humorless. then he fucks into her so hard the glass shakes.

“yeah? you think he’d even look at you?”

she gasps, but grins, breath hitching on the next thrust. “he looked at me pretty long last comeback.”

jungkook grabs her thigh and spreads it wider, forcing her back down on him like a rag doll.

“hes got a waiting list full of girls begging for his dick” he mutters, breath hot against her skin. “you wouldn’t even make it if you tried.”

“oh?” she breathes, rolling her hips like a threat. “you sound jealous.”

he smirks, cruel andslow. “what about giselle?”

she freezes for half a second. He notices, cuz he never misses. “yeah,” he growls, fingers digging into her hip hard enough to bruise. “she was looking real pretty last week.”

“youre disgusting.”

“you started it.”

they move faster now. meaner, sweat-slick and breathless. every thrust is a challenge. every sound she makes drives him closer to losing it completely.

“maybe i should call mingyu,” she hisses.

“maybe i should bend giselle over your dressing table.” he retorts.

she moans like it hurts, hands gripping his back, nails scratching angry red lines into his skin.

“tell me,” he pants, voice ragged, forehead against hers. “you still want me?”

“make me want you,” she gasps.

so he does.

he smashes his lips on hers, they never kiss.

thats their rule, no lips. no softness. its too much, way too close. too easy to fall into things they can’t afford to want.

fucking is fine. filth and words and hands in places no one else sees? fine. but kisses? thats where the line is.

at least, it was. winters still shaking when he comes. buried deep, forehead against her shoulder, breath hot and unsteady. her legs wrapped around him like she’s trying to keep him inside forever.

he doesn’t pull out. doesnt move. Just lets his body go slack on top of hers, weight pressing her into the mattress, arms still around her like he can’t let go yet.

he kisses her. again. no warning. no teasing. just lips against hers, slow and wrecked and real.

she tenses, but only for a second.

then she kisses him back. its messy and soft, nothing like what they’ve just done. no games. just mouths moving slow and open and honest. way too honest.

when he finally pulls back, his eyes search hers like maybe he regrets it. like maybe it was too much. and she touches his jaw, barely there.”you weren’t supposed to do that.”

he just breathes. “i know.”

they stay like that for a moment. sweaty, bruised, quiet. then he lifts her, like it’s nothing, like she weighs less than air, and carries her to the bed. lays her down gently, like he didn’t just fuck her within an inch of her life five minutes ago. he grabs a towel. cleans her up without speaking. then slips under the blanket beside her and pulls her against his chest.

one hand rubs her thigh. soft. absent. comforting.

she hums.

“promotions start next week,” she mumbles into his skin.

“yeah,” he replies. “well be in japan for two days.”

“are you doing the jimmy fallon thing?”

he nods. “you?”

“maybe. depends how the mvs perform.”… “do you think they’ll find out?” she asks.

his fingers trace lazy shapes into her skin.

“eventually.”

she titls her head up, “would you care?”

he meets her eyes. then, slowly: “only if you did.”

she doesn’t answer. just kisses his collarbone and closes her eyes.

[rhapsodyred-writes]

Across Enemy Lines - Chapter 7

You might have gotten in a little over your head...

Splash art made by the wonderful antlered-prince

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

THOUGHTS ON HAPEPHOBIA (fear of touch) READER??

GOJO SATORU .

because of his own unique relationship with touch, i think he’d be a perfect fit for this kind of reader <333 gojo may have a craving for it, but also a deeply rooted fear; his infinity is a soothing blanket that shields him from the world, and i think he’s a lot more dependent on it than he lets on. so, more than anything, he’d be extremely understanding of your fear!!! he doesn’t push for a reason, doesn’t tease you (he does. but just a little. never more than what you’re entirely comfortable with!), just accepts it and moves on. makes sure to never, ever touch you, or make you feel unsafe in his presence. he’s very observant and attentive in general so i think he’d be a great partner for someone with haphephobia <3

and again; gojo gets it!!! touch can be terrifying!!!! so it’s probably a great relief for him too. i think he struggles with intimate touches immensely, in the beginning of a relationship. if the touching isn’t entirely casual or entirely on his terms, it feels so foreign and unconquerable. you show each other that affection and trust can be shown in ways other than physical contact, that it doesn’t change how much you care for one another.

i do also wanna add that if you ever feel comfortable starting a treatment plan for your phobia, he’s with you every step of the way :3 walks you to your appointments and even joins you if you need him to, he’ll also be more than willing to help out if you decide on some form of exposure therapy. just working on making you feel safe, slowly building you up towards even a single tender touch. you can tell that he’s a little scared, too, even if he really doesn’t show it — and i think that helps.

buuuut either way, he loves you and accepts you for who you are <333 no matter what. he’ll be right by your side, just grazing the back of your shirt with his fingers so that his infinity extends to you, and you can walk around with no fear of being touched.

[gatefleet]

What's Past is not Prologue

Crossing Lines: Sebastian Berger, Carlton Hickman WordCount: 1171 T(W): Past Trauma, Flashbacks, Breakdown, Panic Attack Request: No A/N: The German puppy does not get enough love, and the American disaster needs something positive. Taglist open.

Pt 1.

Sebastian had spent the last few days looking up your police records. He knew that you and Hickman knew each other from the job, but not how or what job specifically you had worked together on. He found no references to you and Hickman working any form of case together, out with being a consistent translator used, this only increased his curiosity. He decided to ask Ann-Marie if she knew anything about you and Hickman’s relationship, since she appeared to be quite close to Hickman lately, having already been seen in South France together just before a big case had been dropped on your laps.

You and Hickman had been talking in the main part of the office, you were trying to find out what he knew about your mutual... acquaintance, the one you had assumed he had come to see you about when he was initially approaching you about the job at The Hague. He was being painfully vague and evasive. You put your head in your hands on his table in frustration. “Why won’t you just tell me what you know? This affects me just as much, if not more, than it affects you, it was me it all happened to. For years.” You were exasperated at his evasiveness now. “Kid, it ain’t that easy, and I don’t want you doing anything rash.” Hickman placed his ‘good hand’ over one of your hands which was free as he spoke. You looked at him and glared. “Glare all you want kid, I ain’t telling you what I know. Yet. But believe me, anything you need to know. I will tell you.” You groaned in reluctant acceptance and crossed your arms pouting slightly. You moved away from Hickman’s desk as Ann-Marie and Sebastian walked into the room.

Sebastian looked between you and Hickman, and Anne-Marie looked pissed, she looked to you walking away from Hickman’s desk. Anne-Marie walked over to her desk and sat down, trying very hard not to look at anyone. Sebastian retreated to the computer lab after taking one more look around the room. You settled at your computer and began to do a generic search for a case.

When you went to the kitchenette for what felt like your 10th tea of the shift you were tired, and your head was beginning to hurt from looking at the screen too long. You had begun to rub your eyes when you felt someone coming up behind you, you jumped when you heard the German accent suddenly speak in your ear. Your jump backwards gave Sebastian more of a fright given your reaction than your fright itself. “Sebastian! You do realise you could have gotten shot, right?!” You couldn’t tell if Sebastian was shocked or offended at the response. You grabbed your tea and went back to your desk leaving Sebastian in the kitchenette looking at you leave, confused.

After a day of catching up on paperwork it was time to head home. You collected your belongings and double checked you had your phone. You had a look around the room to ensure you had all your belongings. You were about to leave and was in the process of getting your jacket you had just put on and looked toward the computer lab, you saw Sebastian engrossed in work. You picked up your bag and looked back at him. You sighed to yourself and took a deep breath. You headed towards the lab and knocked on the door, Sebastian didn’t appear to hear you, so you slowly walked in. You coughed slightly, hoping to not scare Sebastian. He still seemed to be engrossed in his laptop. You got closer and said his name. He looked up very briefly and you took that as an opportunity.

“Hey, Sebastian. I wanted to apologise. For earlier I mean. I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that.” Sebastian refused to look up until you were halfway through your apology. You were leaning on the island in the lab. You looked to him and he was staring at you with a small, amused smile on his face, with his head resting on one of his hands. “Sorry to disturb, I just wanted to apologise.” You gave Sebastian a small smile and walked out. You hadn’t realised that Sebastian watched you leave and had a small smile.

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When you came in the next day Sebastian had grabbed you almost immediately, he looked like Christmas had come early, dragging you through the office before you could even set your bag down or take off your jacket. Your adrenaline began to pulse hard. You hadn’t realised you were panicked and telling Sebastian to stop and let you go, but you could barely speak, your mind in panic mode. He couldn’t hear you over his excited ramblings about a potential case and wanting your opinion. You could barely hear him over the blood pounding in your ears. It took time but you eventually managed to plant your feet firm and force your arm out of Sebastian’s grip. Sebastian stopped dead. The silence deafening you both. Sebastian staring at you, confused. You staring at where your arms had previously been. Then you ran.

It took Sebastian several long minutes of searching before he finally found another female to search the bathroom. You had made yourself as small as possible in the cubicle and stifled tears. You held your breath, tried to stop the sobs from escaping your throat. Every time you thought you heard a door open, or footsteps come close to the door or the stall, you tried to make yourself smaller and smaller. Tried to stop the never-ending flood of tears. You could hear Anne-Marie and Eva calling you. Your throat had felt like it closed. Your voice swallowed by the fear and the tears.

Anne-Marie entered the bathroom calling your name. You froze up again, pulling yourself in tighter, making yourself smaller. “Y/N? Are you in here? Y/N?” Anne-Marie must have heard you stifle the air trying to escape your mouth, your lungs. She slowly inched closer to the door and knocked on it gently. “Y/N? Are you in there?” You held your breath. “Y/N, I’m coming in.” You heard the door open a second time. Caught Eva’s accent being cut short with what you presume was a look from Anne-Marie, heard Eva’s steps slowly, softly approach and stop. You heard the lock slowly turn, you held your mouth tighter, lost in a memory. You heard a male voice a scuffle of hushed voices.

You didn’t quite recall when Hickman arrived, or how he had gotten you to calm down enough to break out of the memory you had been locked in, but what you do remember was coming to with your head in Hickman’s shoulder, tears streaming. He had a tight grip on you, making the kind of shooshing sounds that you would an infant, slowly bringing you back to reality, out of the memory. “C’mon kid, breathe.” You gripped Hickman’s shirt tight as you fought to control your breathing, regain control.

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[cloggedarteri]

thinking of car seating assignments for modern au

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Charles sitting at the wheel, good driver whom I'd trust with my life, deserves a sweet treat as payment for not playing with the lives of his passengers

Arthur in the passengers seat, second best driver, would be driving if he wasn't hungover, wanted five guys even though he's dying on the inside

John in the seat behind arthur, is not trusted to drive by himself or at the recommended speed limit, doesn't abide by seating assignments and switches depending on Arthur's seating, likes to punish arthur for forcing him out of bed by kicking his seat

Me who's assigned seat was behind the passengers seat but was pulled out of it b/c john wanted to be petty, is going to get violent with john the moment arthur and charles' backs are turned, WILL NOT BE SHARING MY FRIES WITH JOHN NO MATTER HOW MUCH HE BEGS FOR SOME B/C THE BASTARD CAN ROT (got fuel for gossip with abi, saddie, and tilly later on)

[libraryledge]

The Girl of My Best Friend (A Bikeriders and Harry Styles Story) Pt 1

A/N: I got a fun request for a story involving Benny Cross and Harry Styles who seemingly both fall for the same girl. This is my first time writing for two fandoms in one story and had fun writing it. Enjoy!

It had been a long day, and Benny Cross wanted nothing more than to unwind at the bar with a can of beer. He’d spent his time working at his new position at the local auto repair shop, and felt that he deserved a drink to unwind from the day’s stress. Sweaty and smelling of oil, Benny rode his bike to the local bar to end the day on a relaxing note.

He knew the bar inside and out because it was where all the bikers gathered to talk, play pool, and get drunk on alcohol and adrenaline. That’s why it surprised him when he walked in and spotted an unfamiliar young woman serving drinks and chatting it up with the patrons. She was beautiful and the way that she laughed at something one of the bikers said, made his heart flutter. Gosh! He hadn’t been attracted to someone like this since he was a teenager, and he hadn’t even talked to her yet.

As Benny took a seat at the bar, the girl's eyes flicked over in his direction. She waved goodbye to the bikers and went over to him.

“Welcome,” she said cheerily. “What can I get for you today?” 

“Um…” Benny trailed off, clearly forgetting any details of what he was planning to order in the first place.

“Can I interest you in today’s special: sex on the beach?” she asked with a shrug.

Benny felt his face flush. “What?”

“It’s a cocktail. You know with vodka, peach, orange juice, and cranberry juice.”

“Right,” Benny replied with a sheepish smile. “I knew that. I think I’ll just have a beer.”

“Simple and right to the point. I like it,” the girl replied, oblivious to Benny’s nerves. 

“I’ll bring it right out.” she said as she disappeared behind the bar to serve it. 

Benny looked around the room, which was much emptier than usual. Other than the group of bikers, who were conversing amongst themselves, Benny was alone at the bar, which meant that he didn’t have anyone to talk to and distract himself from his newfound jitters. However, he didn’t have much time to dwell on this because the barmaid reappeared and placed a container of beer in front of him.

“Here you go,” she said with a smile, which Benny returned with a lopsided grin.

“Thanks,” he said. Then trying to make conversation because he didn’t want her to leave quite yet, he asked, “So, you’re new around here? I don’t remember seeing you at the bar before.”

The girl smiled, “You’re pretty observant. Yes, I moved here a few weeks ago. I’m studying at the local college, so I took up this job to pay for tuition.”

“Oh, wow! That’s great.” Benny replied. His mind quickly traveled to his friend, Harry Styles, who was an adjunct professor of music at the college. He and Harry had been friends since they were teens and now often met up to catch up on the weekends.

“Well, it pays the bills, and on days when things are slow, my boss lets me pick out what we play on the jukebox, which is a highlight of the job,” she said with a smile. “Today happens to be one of those days.”

“What kind of music do you usually play?” Benny asked, intrigued.

“Oh, this thing has everything. The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, the Beatles. You name it.”

“You got any Elvis tunes on there?” he asked, fascinated by the way her eyes lit up when she talked about music.

“Of course. Let me see what they have cued up in here,” she said as he took a swig of his beer and watched her walk over to the machine. 

“Have you ever heard the Elvis song, “The Girl of My Best Friend?” she asked.

“Sure, it’s a classic isn’t it?” Benny said with a grin.

The barmaid nodded and replied, “It is.”

She played the song on the jukebox. Benny listened as the soft melody filled the room and Elvis crooned, 

The way she walks

The way she talks

How long can I pretend

Oh I can't help it, I'm in love

with the girl of my best friend

Benny chuckled, “Gosh! That’d be some predicament to be in. Imagine falling in love with someone who your best friend also has feelings for?”

The girl chuckled. “I’m willing to bet that it happens more often than you think.”

Benny laughed and continued drinking his beer as he responded, “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right.” 

He paused for a second, suddenly hit with realization. “Hey! I don’t think I got your name.”

The girl smiled and replied, “You never told me yours either.”

Benny smirked and said, “You’re right. I’m Benny.”

He stuck out his hand as a greeting. As her hands wrapped around his, he felt a warmth radiate through his body. Her handshake was firm, but inviting.

“Nice to meet you Benny,” she said as their eyes met.

Suddenly, the bikers across the room called out to her, “Can we get another round of tequila shots?” 

The girl nodded and hollered back, “Coming right up!” She turned her attention back to Benny.

“I got to go tend to them. Will you be ok here for a bit?”

Benny nodded. “Of course.” 

She began to walk away, but before going to prepare the tequila, she stopped and said, “I didn’t tell you my name, did I?”

Benny shook his head and replied, “No.”

She grinned and lowered her voice as she revealed it to him in a whisper. The tenderness in her tone as she told him, made it feel as if they were sharing a secret. 

“That’s a beautiful name,” Benny said, still mesmerized by her. As he watched the girl walk towards the bikers, the flutter in his heart grew more intense. Although he didn’t believe in love at first sight, Benny knew there was something undeniably magnetic between them.

The day after the interaction at the bar, Benny met up with Harry, who had the morning off from his position at the college. The friends decided to meet up at a local park to catch up on the week’s craziness. Benny always admired Harry. While he was rough around the edges and usually covered in grease after a day of repairing motorcycles at the shop, Harry was stylish and put together, which was perfect for someone who aspired to work in higher education. It also didn’t hurt that he had a charming English accent that all the ladies flocked to like bees to honey. 

“So, what’s up with you mate?” Harry asked as he took a bite of a sandwich he’d brought with him, and eyed Benny with amusement.

As always, Harry was observant, and he could tell that there was something on Benny’s mind because he’d been quieter than usual.

Feeling caught, Benny sighed. He knew he could trust Harry, so he said, “I met this girl last night.”

“You don’t say! Really? Where? At the bike shop?” Harry said, as he grinned widely.

“No. At the local bar. She’s a new barmaid, and oh, she’s incredible! She’s witty, loves music, and is so beautiful. I felt like a schoolboy when I was talking to her. I didn’t know what to say,” Benny admitted.

“Man, you do have it bad. Write her a song. That always seems to help me,” Harry said as he savored the turkey and cheese in his lunch.

Benny rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Not all of us were born with musical talents, Harry,” he replied with a laugh.

“Ok, then invite her to do something fun. You love riding motorcycles, so take her for a scenic drive somewhere,” Harry responded.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Benny replied.

“Am I known for giving bad advice?” Harry teased.

Benny snorted and replied, “Not on purpose.”

Harry laughed.

“So, enough about me. What have you been up to? Has work at the college been keeping you on your toes?” Benny asked him.

“Oh yeah, with the first exam of the semester coming up, a lot of students have been coming in for office hours. Lots of long nights of studying music. I love the job, but I need some sleep,” Harry answered with a perfectly timed yawn.

“Yeah, you need your beauty sleep,” Benny teased. 

Harry nodded, “Oh, it’s no joke. I have a tutoring appointment with a student tomorrow.” He paused for a second, as he was struck with inspiration.

“Benny, you should join me! Maybe you’ll run into your mystery girl while on campus,” Harry said with a mischievous grin.

Benny shook his head sheepishly, “ Oh no, man. The campus is so big. What are the odds that I’d actually see her?”

“Who knows? Stranger things have happened,” Harry said as he finished his sandwich and stood up to toss the wrapper in the garbage bin. Benny got up and followed him.

“Alright. I’ll meet you there. What do I have to lose?” he said with a shrug.

“Atta boy Benny. If this works out, I take full responsibility,” Harry said with a grin.

“And if it doesn’t?” Benny asked.

“In that case, I’ll be the one to blame, but there’s a slim chance that will happen,” Harry said cheekily.

Benny shook his head in amusement as he waved to Harry, got on his bike and headed off with a laugh.

The next day, Benny arrived at the school pretty early, and felt a bit nervous. Was there a chance that he’d actually run into her? He spotted Harry, who was already there and dressed in his work uniform.

“Benny! You made it! The student I’m tutoring should be here in a few minutes, but feel free to explore the campus while I hold office hours,” Harry said with a smile.

“Sure. Thanks man,” replied Benny taking in the view around him. “So who are you tutoring today?”

“I’m mentoring this girl who just transferred into my class. She’s pretty outgoing and really smart. I’m telling you man, the way she picked up the music lessons so quickly is insane. And if I may be so bold to say so, she’s easy on the eyes too,” Harry said matter of factly.

“Well, it sounds like she was blessed with the whole package,” Benny said with a chuckle.

Harry nodded and replied, “One can only hope to be as cool as her.”

Before Benny could respond, a voice called out from behind him.

“Professor Styles!” 

Benny turned around at the familiar sound, only to come face to face with the girl from the bar.

She was just as surprised to see him because she raised her eyebrows and said, “Benny?”

They stared at each other in surprise for a second until Harry interrupted them with an amused smirk as he asked, “You two know each other?”

“I met her at the bar earlier this week,” Benny said, hoping his friend would make the connection.

Harry’s eyes grew wide as he got the hint. “No way!”

He turned towards the girl and added, “Benny’s my best mate. What are the odds?”

Benny was still slightly in shock as the girl replied, “Right?”

“I was just telling Benny that you are one of my top students. You truly have a gift with music,” Harry said with a wink.

She blushed, and waved him off as she said, “Oh, stop it. If that were true, I wouldn’t be here for tutoring would I?”

Benny watched as she and Harry bantered back and forth over her studies, and he suddenly felt a pang in his chest. Out of all the people that Harry could have been tutoring, it had to be the one girl who made his heart flutter like a butterfly. To top it off, it was evident that she and Harry already had a familiar vibe with each other, something that he could only dream of because even being close to her put him at a loss for words. This was painfully evident from the way that Benny hadn't said a word since she arrived. 

“Well, it was nice seeing you,” Benny finally mustered out.

“Are you leaving already?” the girl asked him as he turned to go.

“Yeah, I don’t want to intrude on your study session,” he added, forcing a small smile.

She nodded empathetically as Harry gave him a strange look and questioned, “Weren’t you going to stick around campus?”

“I just remembered that there are a few things I needed to take care of,” Benny said, a little too quickly as his friend looked at him, not entirely convinced.

“Ok, then. See you soon?” Harry asked.

“Yeah. Yeah,” replied Benny with a wave. “Good luck with the tutoring session,”

The girl smiled and said, “Thank you. Hope to see you at the bar again soon.”

Benny nodded, a bit nervously. “Of course.”

Then he waved at the pair and headed to his bike, which he’d parked alongside the road. Benny was a mess. He had the perfect moment to talk to the girl of dreams, and he blew it. However, what was the most confusing was that she was already pretty close to Harry, and by what he could tell, his friend seemed to like her too. He couldn’t believe his luck. 

That night at the bar was perfect, but now, everything was spiraling out of control. Ironically, the first thing that came to Benny’s mind was the Elvis song she played on the jukebox because now he was the one falling for the girl of his best friend. 

A/N: Thank you to the person who requested this. It was a fun challenge to take on. There will be another part to this story soon, so stay tuned.

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CROSS THE LINE: PART TWO

read part one

pairing: professor!soobin x student!fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 3.5k words

an accidental peek at your phone causes a shift in the way your professor behaves in your presence which results into the two of you facing your perverse nature

✎… university au, switch!soobin, soft!dom!reader, (unprotected) car sex, exhibitionism kink, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, brief orgasm control (m!rec), size kink (big dick!soobin), creampie, choking (m!rec), light consumption of alcohol

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Today, you skipped classes.

Skipping isn’t something you do unless you’re sick or dealing with something urgent. Or if it happens to be your best friend’s birthday.

You have a whole program planned for the day, consisting of things the two of you do every year on this special day. It’s a tradition you stick to and take very seriously no matter how much older you get.

After dinner, you pre-game with the rest of your friends at her place, and afterwards, once the energy is high and the drinks have set in, all of you head to her favorite club.

You’re a little lightheaded from the drinks, from the warmth of the crowd around you, moving in sync with the music as celebration buzzes through your veins. You're blending in, dancing under the flashing lights when your eyes land on a figure - too familiar.

It's the last person you expect to run into here, or at any night club really - your professor Choi Soobin.

For a second, you think you’re imagining things. Maybe it’s the dim lighting or the alcohol playing tricks on you. But no, you can't mistake him.

He’s wearing a black buttoned up shirt, nothing new you haven’t seen him wear before, but you're surprised to notice that he's not wearing his usual glasses.

It’s kind of funny that you see him here - today you were supposed to have lectures with him. Instead of hiding, as some may do if they find themselves in this situation, you decide to say hi.

Most people would prefer to avoid the awkwardness, but you're not most people.

“I'll be right back.” You tell your friend after you drop her hand to follow after him.

Not a minute later, you're standing next to each other at the bar. You wait for him to finish ordering before announcing your presence. Your lips already curl at the corners.

“Hi.”

Soobin's eyes flicker with surprise once he turns around. For a short moment he’s tongue-tied.

“Hi.” He smiles; a small, polite and a little bit coy curve of his lips. “Enjoying your night?”

“A lot,” you smile back, “it's my best friend's birthday.”

“Really?” He exclaims. “It's one of my friend's birthday too.”

“Sweet,” you chuckle as the usual formality between you slowly melts away.

He looks different without his glasses, you notice. You’re so used to seeing him with them - perched on the bridge of his nose as he scans the room, pushing them up while he speaks without even realising. Their absence is more obvious to you than it should, but you don't mind - it makes him look more... relaxed, despite his features looking striking, especially under the dim flickering lights of the club.

His attractive face has a slight glow that keeps you staring for a while; his usually neatly done hairstyle is a bit untidy, like he's run his hand through it too many times, but those details only make him even more appealing to the eyes.

“Does your friend's birthday have something to do with you missing classes today?” He raises an eyebrow, leaning in a bit to compete with the pulsing music.

The question doesn't come off awkward though, his tone sounds more casual than you're used to.

“Yeah, it does,” you reply with slightly nervous laugh. “You’re not going to hold it against me, are you?”

Unintentionally or not, you end up locking eyes. Soobin's smile widens slightly before he looks away first.

“I'll let it slide.”

There's an undeniable tension lingering between the two of you. You can't pinpoint its exact nature yet, but it's there, reminding you of your last encounter, especially as the conversation trails off and you start wondering if you should make your exit.

“I'm sorry if I made things awkward between us the other day.” You speak up at once.

“No, no…” Soobin immediately shakes his head, staring back down at the sparkling counter. “Don't worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, and uhm...” he pauses for a second, trying to form his words properly. “It will stay just between us.”

“Thank you.” You smile with appreciation. You doubt he’d ever tell anyone about what you do online, but it’s still good to hear him confirm that your secret is safe with him. “I would never cross the line and put your career at risk.”

Soobin peers into your eyes, trying to figure you out, but he seems to keep failing. All he can see into your shiny gaze is an irresistible temptation making it a challenge for him not to risk it all first... right there and then.

The bartender brings his orders, and pretty much saves Soobin from blurting out something he might regret afterwards. He cannot allow his intrusive thoughts to win again.

Eventually, what he ends up saying is still just as risky as the rest of them though.

“Will I see you around?”

“Maybe,” you chirp playfully; the slightly dubious tone of his voice excites you. You can feel it deep in your chest.

“Do you have a ride home? I can drive you.” He asks with a soft grin, provoked by your teasing. After noticing your eyebrow raise, he adds to assure you: “I don’t drink.”

And like that, without much consideration, you agree. Few hours later, you meet at the parking lot.

This is definitely not how you expected your night to end; neither did your professor Choi Soobin.

“Thank you so much for the ride.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and take a look at Soobin. “You're the best professor l've ever had, do you know that?”

“I don’t think you’ve mentioned it before.” He glances down at his lap; slight heat rises to his cheeks as his fingers still rest around the steering wheel.

“You are.” Your voice drops lower as you take a second to admire his side profile; to enjoy his clumsy attempts at hiding his flusteredness from you.

Then, you lean closer, breathing in the musky aroma of his cologne; it's mixed with a sharp scent of cigarette smoke, and despite not being a smoker you enjoy it nonetheless. It reminds you of the fact that you finally have him in your hands - outside the usual university building where all he thinks about is work, strict rules and confidentiality.

He's not the all-knowing professor anymore, he's just... Soobin.

“You...” Soobin murmurs, but his train of thought fades away as you're now centimetres apart.

You limit the distance between you rapidly and it's not in his ability to prevent it.

“Me? What about me?” You whisper.

The space between you barely exists anymore.

The air inside the car grows thicker, hotter, and Soobin struggles to swallow as he feels a warm pressure bubbling up. His hand moves to caress the side of your face that he’s staring at with half-lidded eyes.

“You’re so pretty.”

“Choi Soobin!” A single gasp escapes you, turning into a soft sinister giggle. The satisfaction you get from his weak state is evident in the way your glossy lips curl as you rub circles on his fit chest; his heart is pounding beneath it. “This is slightly inappropriate.”

“I know,” he sighs, turning his head in the other direction.

But it's too late - to clear his head; to resist you.

You're quick to grip his jaw. Your nails sink into his cheeks and you keep them there until he’s looking in your lustful eyes.

“You never told me to stop. Are you going to do it now?”

It’s the first time Soobin has ever looked at you like this... Like he's lost.

Maybe this is the first time he's faced with something he doesn't know how to handle.

First, he shakes his head. The breaths that leave him are slow and measured, but beneath them there's something unraveling as your hand travels lower down his body.

Then, he finally speaks, almost like he's defeated.

“I can't tell you to stop,” he murmurs, but his next words come out rushed. “I don't want to, I can't.”

You ghost over his crotch, pleased to find out he's growing hard from your attention.

“What is it that you want?” You ask softly, rubbing the tent in his denim jeans.

His hand is what answers your question first. It moves on top of your, putting pressure as his hips simultaneously buck upwards like an invitation; like a sign of pleading. For some reason, hearing him straight up say the obvious still surprises you though.

“You.” His airy voice softens as he repeats it one more time.

You humm delighted, then unzip his jeans to free him from the tension. “It's fun crossing the line with you, Choi Soobin.”

You almost cuss from how amazed you are by his size when you see it.

He's long and thick; heavy as you embrace it in your grip. The look of the nice girth alone makes you swallow down whimpers, it’s so arousing; a perfect fit for every possible fantasy you can think of.

“I've never seen one like this,” you admit as you twirl your fist around his thick base with precision; slowly, so you can enjoy the feel of it as it twitches. “It's so big and heavy…”

Unintentionally, Soobin’s mind fogs up with memories of your sopping wet pussy, provoked by your lewd words. The idea of you possibly struggling to fit him inside makes him shudder pleasantly.

You spit inside your palm - you want to make your motions smoother and easier so you make sure to spread the moisture evenly before you tease his tip.

The moment you go back to dragging your fist along his length, Soobin takes your face in his hands, and kisses you.

The kiss is slow at first, testing as he’s heedful of your reaction. His lips move cautiously against yours, making you feel like you’re going to melt.

You're already so enticed by him, that when the first groan of pleasure slips through his mouth, it feels like thousands of butterflies burst out into your tummy. You glide back up, keeping the circling motions around his sensitive spot that seems to double the sensation, as you crave to get more sounds out of him. Simultaneously, you sneak your tongue in between his parted lips, rolling it around his own to deepen the kiss.

Encouraged by the tight fist he forms in your hair, you finally quicken your dominant hand, aiming for a powerfully steady rhythm. A vivid vein pulses against your wet skin as you squeeze just the perfect amount.

“How does it feel, hm?” You ask when his lips detach from yours at once.

Lightheaded, Soobin takes a second to respond as his breathing catches up.

“So good,” he breathes out then almost goes speechless from the way you pull on his bottom lip with your teeth. “It feels so good, fuck—“

“You never told me if you enjoyed peeking at my porn.” You say casually before chuckling at his short, quick whimper. You drastically change the speed, wanting to get a respond. Soobin quivers. “How much did my professor actually see from behind my shoulder? I'm curious.”

It’s true, you want to know so bad, and you want to hear it in details, but you know the chance to get such is low. Soobin would be too nervous to share, and it’s not like he’s calm enough to talk properly right now.

Your gentle palm shifts to squish his balls as your lips trace their way up to his ear. He grunts at the tickling sensation, meanwhile, his hand keeps roaming around your thigh, not having any specific direction, because he’s losing more and more control over his own actions.

“I want to know, tell me.” You pout, backing away.

Soobin sighs, completely dismissing the question once he realises you’re about to expose your bare chest to him. His eyes, widening, move in different directions as you tug down the small straps of your dress; his pupils dilate excitedly once he lays attention on the arousing shape of your breasts, the hardened tips of your nipples.

He’s staring at you at though he’s still trying to accept the fact that this is actually happening.

After you drag your skirt up to your waist is when he starts murmuring an answer.

“I saw you briefly scrolling through your account… nothing more.” Soobin’s hands reach out to get a hold of your waist as you straddle him in the small space. He breathes heavily as you both adjust, then he grips his cock, gliding his warm, swollen tip against your folds, feeling how wet you are. “And the video y-you…” his voice struggles as he finally bumps into your squelching entrance, acknowledging how small and tight it is, “... just a second from the video you showed me.”

“Soobin—“ you whine quietly as he makes a careful attempt to enter. “You're too big!“

The strech feels thrilling; with a hint of sweet pain as your dripping walls try to accept more than just the head of his dick. You breathe in, doing your best to loosen up so he can slide further.

“But I’ve been thinking of you way before that… shit—“

You really want to focus on what he’s saying, you do... but it’s difficult when you’re in the middle of experiencing such strong sensation.

His tip is finally inside; your eyes squeeze shut as Soobin now moves onto pushing you down by the hips.

“Fuck,“ you whimper, “it hurts!”

“Slowly, okay,” he whispers into your open mouth, hands digging into your flesh to control your movements; to control how much of him you should take before you drop all the way down. “It will get easier, keep going… just like this.”

Flushed, flesh to flesh, the two of you begin to feel how you easen up around him. Soon enough, your gummy walls welcome him more comfortably, pulsing with desire against his veiny girth.

Your head falls forward, as euphoria begins to race beneath your skin with each deeper gliding of his cock, suppressing the pain.

“Good,” Soobin’s hot breath brushes against your face; forehead pressed against yours as you drown in the dim streaks of street lights. “Stay like this for me…”

You expected to tease him after seeing him get needy like that earlier, but you can't deny... the way he speaks at you like this is giving you a real buzz, and you can't force yourself to interrupt him. So you just focus, matching the rhythm of his hands.

“Taking me so well,” he whispers against your heated forehead; placing the praise like a kiss. “Such a perfect pussy!”

The cautious moves of his hips result in his tip meeting your cervix gently; the sweet thrill eventually makes you grind against him for more though, clenching at his shirt with your hands every time you do so.

In the meantime, Soobin's grip on your ass eases up, crawling onto both sides of your swaying hips, silently allowing you to take over.

“Holy fuck—“ his groans fly out of his mouth one by one, way faster than before, indicating the rapid rise of his arousal.

You feel his secure grip strengthening again as you quicken your motions. Now, that the pain is gone, you can focus on the new flow of blissful pleasure while regaining the control you had.

“You know,” you speak up for the first time in a while as you build on the good rhythm, “I get all kinds of messages and comments, but… nothing can compare to this.”

Soobin’s weakening gaze alternates between your eyes and lips, hypnotised by the appeal you radiate. You’re incredibly tight around him, just like he imagined you’d be, and he cherishes every pulse and drag of your gummy walls.

Something inside his chest flutters as he registers your words; he likes the idea of being the one to bring you the most memorable pleasure. He likes it a lot...

“You like how it feels?” His hands travel along your back, and when you nod in agreement, they move to cup your boobs. “Then keep going, make yourself feel good, baby.”

“Soobin…” Your eyes roll back from the growing stimulation; it’s coming from so many different places including his fingertips sinking into your plush breasts. “Love your cock so m-much—“

Your clit rubs nicely against him, enhancing the arousal as you move back and forth like you do so often on your pillow.

“It’s so deep inside me…”

“Yeah, pretty,” Soobin groans in sync with you the moment you speed up with new type of greed. “Ride it, just like that.”

And at this certain moment, he realises that he’s putting your pleasure over his own.

“I want to feel how this pretty pussy is gonna cum around my cock,” he murmur, high on bliss. “Use it, baby.”

“Yeah?” You sigh the moment your lips curl with excitement. “Are you letting me use it as one of my toys?”

“I am,” Soobin answers without hesitation. His hands slip down to rest at your hips that slow down a bit.

You were not expecting such quick reply from him, and your eyes concentrate on his face. Your one hand presses against the car window as you lift yourself up a little.

“Gonna let me bounce on it for as long as I want? Whenever I want?”

“Shit—“ Soobin’s deep voice trembles in a tone you’ve never heard from his calm voice before. Your cunt, stretched out and clenching, is now teasing his tip, and he cannot bare the sensation as well as he'd like to. “Yes, pretty, whatever you need…”

Right now, he needs you to sink back down as soon as possible. He's not even on the alert of his surroundings anymore, his mind is preoccupied with you and the relish you cause.

“I’m one lucky girl.” You chuckle through a heavy sigh, swallowing the rest of him once again; the second you grip on the base Soobin’s brows knit together as if he’s struggling from feeling this amazing. “Having such a good, smart boy, letting me use him however I like…”

Soon enough, you start to bounce, wanting to feel the head of his cock hit your g-spot harder.

Your muscles tense, forcing you up and down as you hold onto Soobin’s shoulder with your free hand which eventually shifts around his neck. Cautiously, you apply just enough amount of pressure to excite him. The moment you tighten your grip, his on your lower waist, tightens too.

You feel his adam's apple moving as he gulps before his mouth remains wide open in awe; allowing a chain of throaty moans to escape and cloud up your mind with their arousing tune. They mix with the lewd sounds of your ass crashing against his lap and overpower your panting.

“Fuck, I'm—” Your whimper interrupts your speech as your knees are close to giving up; but stopping isn't something you're considering, not when you can tell something is about to burst inside him too. “I'm so close!”

Another memory invades Soobin's mind - you moaned the same thing in that video of yours, but the thrill from hearing it now, in person, because you're getting off on his cock cannot compare.

His eyes, dazed and dark with lust, slowly make their way to your scrunching face, though they can barely focus on just one detail as everything about you fascinates him.

“Cum around me, please,” he suddenly grips your wrist; not to easen up your hand around his neck, but simply to have something to hold onto. “Please, I want to feel you.”

“I want to feel you too...” You say breathlessly, “cum with me, okay?”

Soobin nods, shutting his eyes with a desperate squeeze.

“Hold it,” you utter in a rush while doing the same as your peak approaches more and more, “hold it and cum with me...”

Each bounce you make is sloppier than the previous, but the rush is stronger than ever, possessing both of you in overwhelming waves.

The knot of pleasure snaps inside you, making you cry out in the silence of Soobin's car. Then, you ride out your orgasm, quivering with your head hanging low and woozy.

Seconds later, Soobin's own climax takes over him, and you continue the same motions, slow and steady, relishing the drawn out moan from his throat.

There's a strange creeping sensation settling inside you along with the amazing relief coming from the aftermath - one you didn’t anticipate. It leads you to a realisation you're unsure how to process.

You got what you wanted - you pushed Choi Soobin over the edge. So why doesn’t it feel enough?

You should feel accomplished, like you’ve indulged in something thrilling - something others can only fantasise about. Instead, there’s a gnawing hunger, but it's not the one thing that worries you - it's the unsettling worry.

What if this never happens again?

This can't be the first and last time you're doing this together... You can only hope it won't be.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

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Omgosh I loveeee the imagines for Sam having a crush on deans gf!!! And the part 2 SO ANGSTY. And you write dean and readers interactions so well! (Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna do this) But I'm so curious to know how the conversation went between Dean and the reader after finding out! I just need to know how dean talks about the situation with them!! Anyway HAVE A GREAT DAY 🩷🩷

Hello my lovely anon!

I'm so glad you enjoyed those angsty little imagines. 😂 For those who don't know, they're referring to these:

You are Dean's one exception. (In which Sam is in love with Dean's girlfriend - and how Dean reacts.)

Sam crosses the line. (The sequel: Sam finally sees his chance with you after he's hit by a witch's spell.)

I tried to imply what followed between the reader and Dean after this section:

Your eyes widen further. You look from Sam, to your boyfriend. Dean's jaw is clenched tight.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?!" you ask in earnest.

Dean meets your gaze for a moment, his face tense. His reluctant eyes communicate to you things you never knew. Things that clog emotion in your throat.

But since you asked so nicely, this is my headcanon for that conversation between the reader and Dean (after Sam is knocked out by Rowena lol):

Of course, you would demand to know why Dean didn't tell you earlier.

Your heart and mind are a maelstrom of emotions: shock, not wanting to believe it's true, anger and hurt at both of these men for lying to you for so long about what's been going on.

Because a lie of omission is still a damn lie.

Dean is quiet at first, and you're forced to read into his silence. You peer at him closer, grabbing his wrist.

"Dean...did you really think it would change anything?" you ask incredulously.

His brows furrow. "No."

But you don't quite believe him.

"I just...didn't want you to have to deal with this shit, that's all," he eventually admits.

Your eyes narrow as you stare up at his face. You're trying to discern the truth.

"Is that really why?" you ask.

"Yeah, okay?" His voice is gruff and frustrated.

You move in closer, gripping the open edges of his plaid shirt. He knows what you're demanding in your gentle silence.

Don't lie to me.

Your hand reaches up to his cheek, a tender gesture that softens him. Your thumb brushes across his lower lip.

"Good," you reply. "Because if I have to remind you that I am entirely, undeniably, irrevocably in love with you, then I might just have to punish you."

A slow smirk spreads across your man's face.

"Oh yeah?" he says. His hands find your hips, drawing you closer. You're satisfied by the hint of doubt washing away from his demeanor. From his tight shoulders loosening.

"Just outta curiosity, what might that entail?" Dean asks.

Your lips curve. "Oh, you'll find out, after we fix your brother... Dean, I'll need to talk to him."

Dean's burgeoning good humor fades, but you take his face in both your hands and make sure he meets your gaze. You are firm in your convictions, and he sees that.

He nods in acceptance, before he dips down to press his lips to yours. It's gentle at first, but all too soon becomes claiming, born of hidden frustration and passion.

When he parts from you, it's slow, reluctant. His fingers draw a strand of hair behind your ear.

In his eyes, you see the true depths of him. Something not many people get to see.

It's there that you always know that you're loved.

I hope that satisfied you, my dear! 😘 I miiiiight do a more official 3rd part to this imagine-verse where Sam gets his happy ending (with Eileen).

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Chapter One

(For my fanfic, The Lines Don’t Cross)

Next: Chapter Two

Y/n let’s out a small breath after entering her apartment; slipping her shoes off and throwing her shopping bags onto the ground.

She collects herself, finally ‘hearing’ silence after being out all day with her friends. She had told herself and her vlog that she was going to stay in tonight, but here she was.

She could’ve easily said that she had some editing to do, which was true. However, a night out at Rudy’s, watching Choso play?

That’s something she definitely did not want to miss out on.

She places her shopping bags and purse on her kitchen counter before heading towards her room with her camera, placing it down on her vanity before pressing record.

“Okay, so I know I said I was gonna have a chill night, but the band just booked a last minute gig at this new, popular, bar!” Y/n exclaimed, dragging out some of her words. “I need to go.”

She grabbed her camera, flipping it to face her closet. “I’m thinking mini skirt,” She started. “But what top..”

She pondered for a minute, staring at her full closet. She had so many possibilities of what to wear right in front of her. “Ugh, this is impossible!”

She chose 3 tops, all of which would look good with tights and a pair of gogo boots.

She laid them out on her bed before picking her camera back up. “I hate being indecisive,” the girl complained. “I’ll call Miki!”

Her phone dialed Tsumiki’s number, face timing her.

Y/n’s camera pointed towards her phone, Tsumiki’s face popping up.

“Oh, hello vlog!” The girls voice displaying, her lips smiling brightly, before setting her phone done, now out of view.

“Tsumiki, I need help!” Y/n turned her phone camera around. “Which shirt tonight?”

Tsumiki’s face is shown once again, looking down at her phone. “Your boobs look great in the second one, Choso will be gaucking at you!”

“TSUMIKI, IM RECORDING!”

Both girls giggled before the older one spoke again. “Definitely the second one.”

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Y/n stood in front of the tall mirror at the entrance of her apartment, her camera facing the mirror.

“So, this is the fit, went with the tight lace shirt, and no! Not because of what Tsumiki said.” She slightly lied, but who could tell?

“Alright, let’s go!”

The girl recorded a small montage, gathering things, zipping her shoes, locking her door, and getting to her car in general before she placed the camera down on the dash and spoke.

“GPS says 15 minutes, but with Downtown traffic it’s like 30.” She looked down at her phone. “So, I’ll be there 10 minutes late! Per usual!”

She shut her camera off, placing it in the passenger seat before playing music then backing out of her parking spot.

As she reached a red light, the same light that always takes 3 minutes to turn green, her mind wandered.

She hadn’t seen Choso in almost two weeks, that was a long time for them.

When she last saw him, she was over at his house, hanging out with Noritoshi and Inumaki, apparently Choso had a date.

Noritoshi didn’t want to tell her, but he felt like he had to.

However, Y/n knew it didn’t end well. Because there Choso was, at her door step the next day.

He brought her favorite, ramen and beer. And then they laid on the couch and watched a movie.

However, they did lay a lot closer then two friends should.

She and Choso had never done anything with each other. Ever.

Maybe it was the age difference, only 3 years. Maybe it was that he was Geto’s close friend, but he was her friend too. Maybe he was too mature for her, yet they laugh at the same things.

Maybe..

Y/n heard a car honk from behind, her mind cleared up, seeing that the light ahead of her was green.

Her thoughts began to fog up as entered a busy street, many stops, many lights, one long street.

In the 14 years that she’s known Choso, he has never tried to use her, hurt her, touch her in any harmful way.

Y/n was off limits for him, she was Suguru’s little sister. Y/n was the neighbor girl, their windows faced each other, he knew almost everything about the girl.

Her favorite foods, her favorite movies, how she reacted when his hand ever so slightly touched her thigh, she only ever reacted to his touch.

The way she starred at him as he played, the way her clothes hug her body, even the way her perfume lingers after she leaves a room.

Choso threw his head back as he watched the bar owner unlock the doors to the, a line of people standing outside.

Everyone but Y/n was there, they were let in early.

Nanami, Shoko, and Haibara sat at the bar, Shoko already on her second drink.

Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi sat at a booth in the corner of the bar eating snacks as Noritoshi, Tsumiki, Maki, and Inumaki stood in the middle of the bar, waiting for people to come in so the band could start playing.

“I don’t know, she did say she was coming.” Tsumiki replied to Inumaki, who questioned where Y/n was. “I helped her pick out her top.”

Her words caused Choso to perk his head up. “So, Y/n’s coming?” He spoke, a little too excitingly.

“What, you want her to show up Choso?” Maki began to tease. “You wanna look at her during the entire show, playing the bass, singing those background lyrics?”

The older man’s neck and ears turned flushed, it was quite a scene. A tough looking guy with tattooed arms and piercings blushing.

Noritoshi started laughing before his brother glared at him, that didn’t stop him though.

“Choso, she’s wearing a mini skirt!” Inumaki joined into the taunting.

Tsumiki smirked. “With this shirt that hugs her chest, so fucking nicely!”

And just before he could reply, people began to pour in, the bar becoming crowded very quickly.

Choso could only wonder where Y/n was.

The girl bounced her left leg repeatedly, watching some people cross the road. “Fuck, I’m so late.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Also on Wattpad!