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Yours for the Night | HHJ
Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader
Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, frenemies to lovers, Model!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: so. much. cockiness from Hyunjin, arguing as a form of foreplay, a bit of dumbification, what's a little fucking between frenemies?, dick pics, exhibitionism, nipple play, mentions of slut shaming, grinding, fingerfucking, pinching, just a tiny bit of spit, unexpected use of pet names, oral sex (f receiving), wet and messy, biting, dirty talk, maybe a little degradation (talking about reader being cock stupid), unprotected sex (bc used), riding/cowgirl style, praise/use of "good girl," soft dom!hyunjin vibes, rough/hard sex, multiple positions, creampie, multiple orgasms
Word Count: 8.8k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own SKZ - they just inspire me
Summary: âLet me lay it out for you, so thereâs no misunderstanding. If you can stop pretending for five seconds that you donât want me the way I want you, you can have me tonight.â Or, Hyunjin makes you an offer you simply can't refuse.
A/N: I finished this earlier than expected, thanks to the inspiration that is Hyunjin at Milan Fashion Week. Have you seen him?? 𼾠Anyway, it's all because of his stunning beauty that this filthy lil pwp exists. Enjoy! đ
Unbeta'd as usual. I would *love* to hear your thoughts - my inbox is always open (anon is on, but hateful comments will be blocked. Be kind, writers do this for free and with love!) đ
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 Itâs Friday night, youâre out for drinks with your friends, and you are frustrated.
Itâs not the club thatâs bothering you. Youâre here tonight at Felixâs request. Heâd told you all it had been too long since youâd gone out as a group, so all nine of you and your friends crammed yourselves into a couple of rides and headed for downtown.Â
Nor is it the incredibly tight, short, and backless dress youâve poured yourself into thatâs annoying you, though itâs certainly not helping. Your fingers anxiously grasp at the hem, tugging it down your thighs as you take a seat at the table where Felix and Seungmin are currently talking.
No, itâs something personal that has you wound tighter than a corset tonight. Work has been kicking your ass lately, and itâs put a huge damper on your sex life. You havenât been out with anyone new in the last few months. Havenât had any time to reach out to any of your small group of casual hookups who would typically lend a hand. Most nights youâve even been too tired to masturbate.Â
Put simply, youâre ready to fucking pop.Â
Which is why youâre wearing this bodybinding dress and staring at the dance floor like a wildcat stalking its prey, searching to find someone to help you with your problem. Unfortunately, youâve been here for hours, and no oneâs caught your eye so far.Â
Your clutch rattles on the table, drawing your attention. Everyone who would usually text you is here, so out of curiosity, you take out your phone. The notification tells you that Hyunjin sent you a photo.Â
You glance across the room at where Hyunjin is sitting in a booth with Changbin, deep in conversation. Why would he send you a photo right now?
Your confusion only grows when you look at the photo. Itâs a selfie, Hyunjin raising his champagne glass in a toast to the camera, perfectly tousled dark hair spilling over his brow as he fixes you with his signature smirk. Itâs a gorgeous shot, of course, because heâs a gorgeous man, but again, why is he sending you selfies in the middle of tonightâs celebration? Or at all? Hyunjinâs never been the type to send you photos before, of himself or the group or anything.Â
Heâs never really been the type to text you, period, outside of the group chat. Probably because the two of you arenât really friends. Frenemies would be more accurate. You share the same group of friends, but have nothing else in common. Which is fine, you donât have to be close to hang out, but heâs⌠well⌠heâs an acquired taste, and youâve never developed an appreciation. Hyunjinâs snooty and cocky - overly so, in your opinion, even if he is the most beautiful man youâve ever seen. Most of your conversations consist of nothing but arguing. Heâs very stubborn and loves to get the last word in on everything. Which drives you crazy because you prefer to have the final say.Â
So to say this sudden selfie has you perplexed is an understatement.
Ignoring whatever Felix and Seungmin are talking about, you fire off a question.Â
You: What is this?
Hyunjin: Are you that drunk? Itâs me
Reflexively, you scowl at your screen.
You: I know itâs you
You: But WHY are you sending me a photo of yourself?
Hyunjin: Youâve been staring at me all night
Hyunjin: I thought maybe youâd like something to take home, to keep
Again, you look over, only to find him looking at you, lips curled to match his photo. Heat flames through you. Could he be more conceited?Â
Maybe the vanity isnât totally unearned, considering that heâs an actual model, making a living using his ethereal beauty to sell products. His own lifestyle is just as luxurious as the images he appears in. Like right now, heâs wearing the finest black suit, obviously couture, with a few silver necklaces draped over his tie that youâve no doubt cost more than your entire outfit alone.Â
And sure, he has a jawline carved by the gods, thick eyebrows that frame expressive, cat-like eyes, and ridiculously pouty lips that youâve found yourself staring at once⌠an hour on average. Maybe in your weakest moments youâve even dreamt about what it would be like to kiss those lips.Â
But does that mean he has to be a dick all the time?
You: Youâre such an ass
Hyunjin: Deny it all you want, but we both know you canât keep your eyes off me
Hyunjin: Not that I blame you
You: Itâs amazing your head still fits through doors
Hyunjin: Youâd be the first to notice if it didnât
Your nostrils flare. No matter what you say, he always flips it back on you. Admittedly, you are a little tipsy, so youâre not fully on your game, but itâs still annoying as fuck. And right now, you really donât need another reason to be frustrated.
You: Whatever, Hyunjinnie
You cast another glance at Hyunjin, delighting in the way he frowns at your response. He hates it when you call him that.
You take a moment to locate the rest of your friends. Changbinâs still sitting with Hyunjin. Jeongin and Chan are doing shots at the bar. Minho and Jisung are in their own little world on the dance floor, arms draped around one another. Neither Felix nor Seungmin seemed to have noticed that you have dropped out of their discussion. Part of you feels guilty for ignoring them, but, well, youâre a little fired up now, and the only thing that would make you feel better would be getting the last word in with Hyunjin for once.
You take a sip of your cocktail, floating the cold liquid on your tongue as you devise your next line of attack, when your phone buzzes again.Â
Hyunjin: I have another photo for you
You: Why?
Hyunjin: Because I think youâd like it
You: Oh really? Like you know what I like
Hyunjin: Always so argumentative
Hyunjin: Youâre pretty easy to figure out
Hyunjin: The staring makes it incredibly obvious
Such an ass.
You: Fuck off
Hyunjin: I will not
You: Whatâs your game, man?
Hyunjin: No game
Hyunjin: Canât I just do something nice for you?
The man is a riddle. An enigma draped in Versace.Â
You type out âI guess thereâs a first time for everythingâ and press send, putting your phone down long enough to watch him get the text. Hyunjin laughs to himself, smiling down at his screen, and thereâs this weird feeling of satisfaction in your stomach at the sight. Whatever, you like making people laugh, even assholes like him. So what.
You tell yourself that youâre not going to wait at his beck and call, jumping to read his texts as they come in, if in fact he keeps sending them, but then your phone vibrates again and you snap it up immediately, because youâre a liar.
Hyunjin: Just trust me
Hyunjin: You want this
Hyunjin: But I want something first
You: Oh here we go
You: Thereâs the catch
A hand waves over your phone. âHi, hello, are we boring you?âÂ
Quickly, you turn it over before Seungmin can see your text thread. âNo, sorry, I was just, uh - â
âHey, leave her be,â your savior Felix says, pushing Seungmin lightly. âSheâs had a rough couple of weeks. She shouldnât have to suffer through your boring work stories, too.â
âHey!âÂ
Seungmin and Felix dissolve into arguing as you covertly flip your phone back over.Â
Hyunjin: Iâm not asking much
Hyunjin: Just a photo of you. A photo for a photo
He canât be serious.
You: Iâm not sending you a nude
Hyunjin: Did I say nude? No, I did not
Hyunjin: A normal selfie, thatâs all
Again your suspicion rises. What is he playing at? Where is this going?Â
You: But WHY?
Hyunjin: Maybe I canât stop staring, either
Your breath catches in your throat. When you look up, heâs gazing at you again, but his expression is less smug than usual and more⌠ravenous.Â
You turn away so fast, your neck cracks.Â
Hyunjin: So? Send me a pic.
Thereâs no reason for you to agree to this. Absolutely no reason at all. Beyond, of course, your burning curiosity.Â
Itâs really going to get you in trouble one day.
Grabbing your clutch, you slip off your chair. âLadies room,â you announce, glancing at Felix and Seungmin, who arenât listening anyway, still squabbling. You wander just far enough out of sight of your friends, find a spot with good lighting back near the bar (because even if itâs just for Hyunjin, your vanity will not let you take an unflattering photo), and snap a quick picture, firing it off right away.Â
As youâre sliding back into your seat, your phone vibrates. Hyunjin sent another photo.Â
You swallow reflexively. Holy shit. Itâs a shot of his crotch, dress pants straining to contain what is clearly a massive cock, gripped through the fabric by long fingers.
Hwang Hyunjin sent you a dick pic.Â
So itâs not big dick energy, itâs just big dick, is the first coherent thought you have once the screeching inside your head stops. It occurs to you that youâve been gawking unblinkingly at your phone for at least several minutes, so you raise your head to make sure your friends arenât watching you, and thankfully theyâre not. Really, you should know better than to underestimate just how much Felix and Seungmin love to bicker.
But what are you supposed to say to Hyunjin now? Your thumbs hover, waiting for inspiration, but youâre stuck.Â
Hyunjin: Wow, are you speechless?
Hyunjin: Guess there really is a first time for everything
Even without looking, you know heâs smirking at you from across the room. Suddenly, you need another drink, so you mumble âbarâ in Felixâs direction and stumble away. As the bartender mixes you another cocktail, you grip your phone tightly, waging an inner war with yourself.Â
You should look at the photo again. You shouldnât look at the photo again. You should delete it, and Hyunjinâs number, and maybe throw the phone in the nearest trash bin too, just for extra comfort. But holy fuck, do you want to look at the photo again!
What you really donât want is to think about the effect that photo has had on your pussy, because itâs humiliating how much sheâs throbbing right now.Â
âIâll take one of those as well, thanks.â A hand waves towards the bartender, and your treacherous brain immediately recognizes those fingers as the fingers from Hyunjinâs photo, and starts picturing what those lithe digits would look like wrapped around your throat. Great. Now your brain has joined your pussy. Traitors.Â
You say nothing as Hyunjin takes the seat next to you. Partly because you donât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing heâs gotten under your skin again, albeit in a very different way, but also partly because youâre still not sure what to say.Â
âYou know,â Hyunjin bends towards you, close enough for his warm breath to tickle your ear, âif Iâd known that all it would take to get you to stop arguing with me was showing you my cock, I wouldâve introduced you much sooner.âÂ
âGod, you are just - just the worst,â you snarl, teeth clenched hard enough to give you a headache.Â
âNow really, is that any way to speak to someone who just gave you a gift?â Hyunjin sips his drink calmly.Â
Well, thereâs the Hyunjin you recognize. What you donât understand is how heâs still making your cunt drip with need. All you can think about right now is what heâs hiding under those suit pants. Are you really this dumbstruck by cock?Â
(Yes. Yes, you are.)
âMe and every other woman in this club, I bet. You probably air dropped it to the whole room.â You wouldnât put it past him. Maybe that was his plan the whole time - work you up then leave you begging while he hooked up with someone else. As if youâd beg.Â
âOh no, that was just for you.âÂ
âUh-huh, sure.âÂ
With a roll of his eyes, Hyunjin clicks his tongue. âCome on. You know how selective I am when it comes to my clothes or my liquor. Why would I be any less selective about who I fuck?âÂ
âWho you fuck?â Whoa, who said anything about fucking? Besides your duplicitous brain and pussy. âWho - who said - thatâs not - I mean -â Youâve suddenly become the Big Bad Wolf, huffing and puffing, unable to form a complete sentence.Â
Hyunjin rises, leaning over you as you gaze up at him from your barstool. He places his hands on the bar, one arm on either side of you, bracketing you in, wild eyes trailing down your figure slowly before he smiles, hungry and sharp, and you realize, no, hereâs the wolf.Â
âListen, thereâs no reason we canât fuck. Friends fuck all the time.â His hand glides over your shoulder, light as a feather, and you watch dazedly as goosebumps ripple along your skin. His touch is electric.Â
âIs that what we are? Friends?âÂ
Hyunjin shrugs, lips twisted in a droll smile. âClose enough. This doesnât have to be complicated. You said it yourself - youâre in need.��
âWhat? When did - I never said that!â Again you struggle to speak coherently, sputtering in your confusion.
Hyunjin frowns. âAh, youâre right, I misspoke. That was Felix who said that, wasnât it? On the ride here?âÂ
You curse inwardly, remembering the private discussion you and Felix had had on the way to the club, when you were discussing your dry spell. Or at least, it was supposed to be private, but obviously someone had been listening in. Felix had offered to play wingman for you, saying he wouldnât let anything keep him from helping you âin your time of needâ - a bit dramatic, but that was Felix for you.Â
Youâd waved him off, insisting that you could snag someone without any help. But here you are, drowning your sorrows at the bar with no possibilities in sight. Maybe you shouldâve accepted Felixâs help after all.Â
âThatâs notâŚâ Sighing, you shrug. There was no point in trying to deny what heâd heard. âFine, yeah, I came here tonight hoping to leave with someone, but I didnât mean you!âÂ
âThatâs because you didnât know I was an option.â Again his gaze travels down your body, lingering like a slow caress. âBut after seeing the way you look tonight, I had to offer myself up.âÂ
Always. So. Cocky. You want to deny that his words have an effect on you. Want to. But canât.
And like that, your resolve starts to slip.Â
âYou really want to help me out?â you ask. He nods, irises blown as his eyes flicker to yours, and it puts fire in your belly, has you biting your lip in contemplation. âWhat makes you think you have what I need?â Â
Hyunjin doesnât bother to check if any of your friends are watching as he steps closer, like he doesnât care if anyone sees the way he cups your cheek. Or how he slides his thumb over your lips, dragging the bottom one down before lowering his mouth towards yours. He hangs there, just for a second - just long enough for you to tip your face up in a wordless answer.
His touch has nothing on his kiss. Your whole body thrums from head to toe, fizzing like the champagne on your tongue earlier, sweet and effervescent. His hand falls to your hip, squeezes there suddenly, and you feel a rush of heat between your thighs.Â
Hyunjinâs plush lips part, letting the tip of his tongue briefly nudge against yours before he pulls away, leaving you blinking dumbly. He lets out a low chuckle, gently wiping a drop of spit from your chin.Â
âI just know.â
Youâre too busy licking the inside of your lips, hunting for any lingering trace of him, to respond. Â
âLet me lay it out for you, so thereâs no misunderstanding. If you can stop pretending for five seconds that you donât want me the way I want you, you can have me tonight.â His eyes dip to your mouth and back, and you find yourself holding your breath, waiting for him to make a move again. Needing him to. âJust think about it.âÂ
And then he walks away, leaving you nearly toppling off your seat, floundering in his wake.Â
The ice cubes in your cocktail have all but melted by the time you remember you ordered another drink. Sipping it slowly, you replay the last several minutes in your head. Did all of that just happen? Did Hyunjin really just offer himself to you? And then kiss you like that?
You feel like youâre going out of your mind.Â
âJust think about it.âÂ
Hyunjinâs last words echo in your head as you wander on wobbly legs back towards the table where Felix and Seungmin are still standing.Â
And oh, god, do you think about it.Â
For the rest of the night, no matter how many conversations you have with your other friends, no matter how hard you dance, no matter what you do - the sole thought occupying your brain is what it would be like to fuck Hyunjin. Again and again, you picture him above you, beneath you, behind you, big cock stretching you out, making you scream his name.Â
But itâs not worth it to give in to him. It canât be. Good dick - if itâs good - canât be enough to undo all the annoying shit he does, can it?
You cut yourself off early in the night, explaining that someone needs to stay sober enough to call for rides, but really youâre afraid that if you get completely blitzed, youâll end up admitting something you donât want to admit and going home with Hyunjin. Your friends honor your noble sacrifice by achieving impressive levels of drunk, ranging from delightful (Felix repeatedly booping you on the nose, calling you his âwiddle buddyâ) to disastrous (Chan, who gets upset when the guy he hits on in the bathroom doesnât respond - turns out he was hitting on his own reflection - before falling asleep in a stall).Â
Since the club is in the middle of downtown, you arrange for two cars to pick you and your friends up - one heading east, one heading west. Changbin, Chan, Hyunjin, and you pile into the ride heading west. Changbin hops into the passengerâs seat before you can slip in, leaving you smushed in the back between Hyunjin and Chanâs gigantic thighs.Â
Said thighs are splayed a bit as Chanâs head lolls back, a loud snore erupting out of him as the car makes its first stop outside Changbinâs apartment.Â
âCanât take him anywhere,â Changbin grunts, snapping a rather unflattering photo of Chan sleeping with his mouth wide open, obviously saving it to drop in the group chat at the most opportune time. âCan you two make sure he gets home okay? I know itâs a bit out of the way, but, well, look at him.âÂ
Chan continues to rumble like a fighter jet, unaware of everything going on around him.Â
âYeah, donât worry, we got him,â Hyunjin replies, and you just nod. âNight, âBin.âÂ
Changbin gives the driver Chanâs address and then he ducks out of the cab. Your place is technically the next closest, but getting Chan back to his place safe and sound is the priority.Â
With Chan sleeping next to you, itâs basically just you and Hyunjin alone now. A fact that has also occurred to Hyunjin, whose hand has been drifting further and further around your waist the entire ride. Now it slides around openly, tucking you against his side. You could fight it if you so desired - heâs not holding you tightly. Heâs giving you the chance to escape.Â
Youâre not sure you want to.
âHave you thought about it?â he murmurs, nose against your ear.Â
Your body reacts to the tone of his voice, thighs rubbing together, as you nod.Â
âAnd what did you decide?âÂ
âI - I donât know.âÂ
A puff of air tickles your skin as he laughs derisively. âDo you really need some convincing?âÂ
Chan snuffles loudly, reminding you that thereâs another person right next to you, since your entire focus is on Hyunjin, and the way his hand is now creeping beneath the open back of your dress, and slowly moving up your rib cage.Â
When he cups your left breast, you stifle a gasp. But you canât stop the tiny âah!â that escapes when he gently pinches your nipple. You attempt to cover it with a cough, hoping the driverâs lack of visible response means he didnât hear you. Meanwhile, next to you, Chan doesnât stir.Â
âFeel good?â Hyunjin coos quietly. âMustâve felt good, given the way youâre squirming right now.âÂ
Your hips have started to rock of their own volition. Brain, hips, pussy, all on your shit list.Â
âBut just think how much better itâll feel when itâs my mouth.â His tongue flicks the shell of your ear before he sucks your earlobe into his warm mouth. A preview of whatâs to come. It makes you squirm even harder, dying for any sort of relief for the aching between your legs.Â
Remarkably, you manage to speak, hissing, âYouâre a demon.âÂ
Hyunjin laughs. âYouâve no idea.âÂ
His hand stays where it is until the car pulls up at the curb outside Chanâs house. It takes a minute for the two of you to wake Chan, then another minute for him to realize where he is, then yet another minute for him to slide out of the car. Hyunjin sighs and also climbs out of the cab to make sure Chan gets into his house safely.Â
When Hyunjin returns, the driver glances in the rearview mirror. âSo, one more stop, or two?âÂ
You blink at the question. The air in the cab feels heavy with implication. Hyunjin says nothing, but looks at you expectantly, and you understand - the choice is yours.
You glance at your hands, as if theyâll help you choose. Your watch informs you that itâs 2:12 in the morning. Donât they always say not to trust any decisions you make after two am?
When the driver clears his throat a little too loudly, Hyunjinâs fingers grip your chin.Â
âWell? You heard him - one stop or two?âÂ
You meet his gaze, surprised to find a fire burning in his eyes.Â
Maybe youâd be a fool to run towards it, seeking warmth where there might only be danger.Â
Fine, then. Youâre a fool.Â
âOne.âÂ
With a satisfied grin, Hyunjin gives the driver his address.
Youâre a little tense during the elevator ride up to Hyunjinâs apartment. Hyunjin, on the other hand, looks completely relaxed, quietly leaning against the wall with his normal blasĂŠ expression on his face. Like youâre not about to cross a boundary here that you never expected to cross. Like this was inevitable.Â
As soon as youâre both inside and his door is locked, he turns to face you, and you suck in a deep breath, waiting impatiently for him to touch you again.Â
Instead, he asks, âDo you want some water?âÂ
âUm, yeah, sure.âÂ
He must read confusion on your face - at least, you hope it looks like confusion and not disappointment - because the corner of his mouth lifts in a small smile.Â
âA few questions first,â he says, walking into his kitchen, sliding his suit jacket off as he goes. âAre you in good health?â
âAm I - am I in good health?â
Hyunjin tuts. âIâd ask if you need me to repeat myself but clearly you heard the question.âÂ
You stare at his back, brows furrowing as you decipher his meaning. âAre you asking if Iâve been tested recently? Yes, I have been. Nothing to report.âÂ
âGood, me too,â he replies, yanking his tie off and tossing it onto the counter before opening the fridge and grabbing you both a bottle of water. He eyes you as he opens his. âAre you on birth control?â
âIs this what youâre like on a date? Does your foreplay always involve interrogating your partner with clinical questions?â
âWouldnât you like to know?â He tilts his head back as he drinks, so he doesnât catch the glare you shoot his way. âAnswer the question.âÂ
âYes, dick, Iâm on birth control.â You take a swig of your water. The memory of his touch in the taxi is fading more and more with every second that passes. With a clearer head, youâre starting to question if youâve made the right choice.Â
âGood,â he repeats, wiping his mouth. âI prefer to fuck raw.âÂ
You clench around nothing at the thought, but scowl anyway. âWhat about what I prefer?âÂ
Hyunjin just hums, fingers brushing your cheek before they tap under your chin. âDo you want me to use a condom?â Thereâs no drollness or sarcasm to his tone. Heâs genuinely asking.Â
âNo.â Your pride takes a tiny hit at the way you answer him immediately, without hesitation.
Just as quickly as his gentle tone came, it disappears again, vanishing as Hyunjin flashes a smug smile. âThatâs what I thought.â
âThatâs what - oh fuck off.â There he is again, that cocky asshole. Reflexively, you curse at him, ready to fight. âFuck you, you donât know anything about me.â
âHow many times do I need to tell you that I do? Youâre so easy to read.âÂ
âReally?â Okay then. Youâll call his bluff. âGo ahead, Hyunjinnie. Tell me what I like.âÂ
He rolls his eyes. His fingers make quick work of his cufflinks, setting them on the granite top beside him, and he slides his sleeves up, revealing toned forearms beneath.Â
âWell, for starters, you love getting under my skin with that infantile nickname.âÂ
âNo shit. Everyone knows that.âÂ
âYou live for arguing, especially with me. Canât let a single sentence go by without snapping back.âÂ
âMaybe thatâs because youâre always wrong.â
Hyunjin doesnât take the bait, merely leans back against the counter, examining you so openly that you feel exposed, so you cross your arms, as if that will help you block his penetrating gaze. He takes a few seconds before speaking again.Â
âNo, itâs not that. Though Iâm sure thatâs what you tell yourself. If it were, you wouldnât be here right now.âÂ
He speaks so calmly, so self-assuredly. Itâs maddening, even though youâre burning with curiosity. Makes you want to know more, so you press him again. âOkay, then - what is it? Why am I here?âÂ
âBecause you wanted someone to take control.â He spreads his arms wide. âAnd here I am.âÂ
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âYou know. You want someone else to be in charge. Make the decisions. Do the work for you. Then fuck you so hard that all those thoughts just fly right out of that pretty little head of yours.â He says it all so matter-of-factly, like itâs completely evident, your deepest desires laid bare for all to witness.
You want to dismiss his words, act like heâs so far off the mark that heâs on another planet, but youâre too surprised by his answer to respond with anything other than stunned silence. His arrogant smile returns. Clearly he was expecting you to fight, so your lack of a snappy comeback only confirms to him that heâs right.Â
âJust look at what youâre wearing,â he continues. âThat tight dress screams âplease fuck me stupid!â Lucky for you, thatâs exactly what I intend to do.â
You find your voice. âOh, now youâre judging my clothing? And - and slut shaming me?âÂ
âPlease. Iâm always judging your clothing. But itâs a taste thing, not some sort of moral judgment.â He smirks. âAnd Iâm very supportive of sluts, thank you.âÂ
As he sips his water, you replay the entire evening in your mind. Sending you the photos. Kissing you. Making the offer. Fuck. He really did do the work for you tonight. Was there ever a chance you were going to say no? Judging by Hyunjinâs attitude, this moment was never in doubt. He knew youâd end up here with him. Â
The other realization that dawns on you is - youâre not mad about any of that. The only thing youâre mad about is that, once again, heâs right about something. And he knows it.Â
Okay. Fine. You want to be fucked stupid. But does he have to be so fucking rude about it??
âMaybe this was a bad idea.â
He suddenly steps towards you. His expression is so intense that you move without thinking, backing all the way into the fridge. Your heart feels like it might burst through your ribcage at the slightest provocation, breath leaving your lungs in tiny exhalations as his thumb ghosts your cheek.Â
Not because youâre scared. Because youâre excited.
âTell me you donât want to kiss me.â
Hyunjin says the words softly, but thereâs a firmness to his gaze that makes you swallow hard.
Your lips donât move.Â
He kisses you. Wraps his hands around your waist, pulls you to his demanding mouth, head turning this way and that as his lips crash onto yours.
You kiss him back. Just as greedily, just as deeply.Â
His hand strokes your thigh. âTell me you donât want me to touch you.â
You make no noise.
His fingers crawl beneath your skirt, dancing over the silk of your underwear. Your gasp warms his tongue. A throaty growl chokes him.
âSo wet for me.â He brings his hand up to show you the evidence, skin glistening. As if you didnât already know.
He surges forward, pinning you to the fridge, mouth blazing a trail from your ear to your neck as his fingers press into your soaking slit.
âAh, Hyunjin!â you whimper, clutching wildly at his bicep. The swell of his arm bulges as his fingers slowly search your inner walls, like theyâre mapping every inch of you. When they trace over your g-spot, they linger, brushing again and again. âOh my god!â
âTell me,â he implores, husky voice breaking, like heâs barely in control, âtell me to stop and I will. Tell me you donât want this - donât want me - and Iâll call you a ride and weâll never talk about this again.âÂ
His forehead bumps yours, eyes smoldering with bright intensity, hand still plunging.
This time, you speak, chest heaving as you gasp for air.
âDonât - donât stop. Please, donât stop.â
A smile spreads across Hyunjinâs face. He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist, the other hand still working between your thighs. You moan, feeling his erection digging into your hip as he presses himself against you, holding you firmly in place while he adds a third finger to the two already fucking you open.Â
âSay it,â he commands, mouth wet and hot on your cheek. âTell me what you want.âÂ
âI want, oh, fuck, I, I want you to fuck me, Hyunjin.â
In an instant, heâs disentangled himself from you, and you canât help but whine very loudly at the sudden loss of his fingers. Hyunjin just smirks at your naked desperation, spinning you around so youâre in front of him.Â
âCome on,â he says, lightly pinching your ass to make you move. You yelp, smacking him on the arm, but he just laughs. âIâm not fucking you in here. Letâs go.âÂ
âAsshole,â you curse, but you go anyway, because all you want is for him to touch you again, and if heâs refusing to do it in here, then why would you want to stay? Youâre going wherever his hands go.Â
Maybe you should feel ashamed, for giving in so easily. But you donât. All you feel is desire. This is what you want. What you need.Â
Hyunjinâs fingers press lightly on the small of your back as he guides you down the hallway to his bedroom. Itâs just as ostentatious as the rest of his place - expensive-looking light fixtures hanging from the ceiling, dark leather headboard and frame for his gigantic bed, which is covered in piles of plush-looking blankets and pillows. Thereâs a gorgeous painting taking up most of the wall above his bed.Â
He doesnât give you much time to admire the room, because as soon as youâre in front of the bed, he spins you again, hands reaching for the zipper of your dress, sliding it to the ground, leaving you standing there in nothing but your panties. Before you can tell him to stop pushing you around, heâs kissing you fervently, like heâs been dying the entire time his mouth has been away from yours these last few minutes, and suddenly you forget that youâre irritated.Â
Hyunjin backs you onto the bed, breaking away from your lips long enough to urge you to move towards the headboard, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side as he follows. When his fingers grab for his belt, they find yours already there, making short work of the buckle. He groans in delight, deciding to use his hands to grope your bare breasts while you unzip his pants.Â
âCanât wait to see it in real life, huh?â he asks, dragging his thumbs over your nipples. He chuckles when you just whimper, back arching slightly to encourage him to keep touching you.
The truth is, yes, you canât wait to see Hyunjinâs massive dick, but more importantly, you canât wait to feel it inside you, so you continue with your task, pushing his pants and boxers down together. And god, what a cock it is, long and thick and positively darkened with need. Smeared drops of excitement coat the head, and the sight makes your mouth water.Â
He rises up to kneel between your legs, grabbing his cock with one hand and giving it a few lazy pumps. âWell? Donât tell me youâre speechless again.âÂ
âGoddamn it,â you huff in exasperation, âyouâre the fucking worst.â But you canât stop staring as he gently squeezes the head, making a pleased noise, relieving himself a little while he watches you writhe in impatience.Â
âYouâll be singing a different tune in a moment, sweetheart.âÂ
Your nose wrinkles at how easily âsweetheartâ drips off his tongue. âJust put it in me already,â you demand, leaning back on your elbows, licking your lips as you peer up at him, trying to send a blatant âfuck me!â signal with every inch of your body.Â
Hyunjin tuts, lifting one of his gorgeously thick eyebrows. âRight to it? Is that what you really want?â In one swift motion, he hooks a finger under your panties and drags them down and off. Itâd be a more impressive move if anyone but him were doing it.Â
âI just⌠I thought we were gonna fuck?â Isnât that what youâre here for?
âOf course we are. But is that how you typically do it? No foreplay, no build up?â His fingers rake down your stomach, trail over your thighs, causing your body to twitch with shivers. âThat doesnât sound like any fun at all.â
Itâs not how youâd prefer to do this, no. Youâre just surprised that he agrees. So you say nothing in reply, visibly closing your mouth while he maneuvers you into position, pushing your legs up so your knees bend, your thighs meeting your stomach, completely exposing your cunt to him.Â
âThatâs better. Just let me play with you a little first, sweetheart. I promise youâll like it.âÂ
Your instinct is to argue with him, tell him he has no idea what youâd like, but youâve already done that tonight. And you were wrong. So again, you bite your tongue.Â
Until he extends his own, letting a string of spit fall onto your pussy.
âEw, Hyunjin!â Youâre disgusted, but not with him. Why do you find that so hot?
âToo much?â he inquires, letting go of your legs as he glances at you. Youâre not sure youâve ever seen a real expression of concern on his face before. It rattles you slightly.Â
Biting your lip, you shake your head. âNo - keep going.âÂ
He nods, hands reaching for your thighs again. âIf I hit any hard noâs for you, say something, and I promise Iâll stop, okay?âÂ
âI will.âÂ
He bows over you again, licking a straight line up your slit. With a moan, you let your head drop back against the pillows. His mouth feels absolutely divine.
Where others in the past just dove in, Hyunjin takes his time. He drags his tongue around slowly, licking through your soaking folds, tasting you. It reminds you of the way youâd seen him drink a really fine whisky, holding it in his mouth, quietly identifying every note, every flavor. Relishing, instead of rushing.Â
When his lips brush over your clit, leaving teasing kisses, you moan. Hyunjin hums, a self-satisfied little rumble, and lifts his head. âSee? Told you youâd like this.âÂ
âPlease, shut up and suck my clit.â Itâs meant to be an order but definitely sounds like a pathetic whine. Whatever, as long as he listens.Â
He listens. Those plush lips that you canât stop yourself from staring at roll over your already throbbing little nub and warm pleasure runs down your spine before pooling in your belly. His dark hair keeps falling in his face, obscuring him from your view, and for some reason you canât have that. Tentatively, you reach out, hand shaking a little.Â
Hyunjin hums when your fingers slide through his soft locks, pushing the strands back, holding them in place so you can see his eyes, the way they squeeze shut when he sucks noisily on your clit. The sounds he makes are so loud, completely uninhibited, moaning and grunting as his lips smack and his tongue laps.Â
He uses said tongue to fuck you expertly, his movements so confident, so sure. He reads every quiver, listens to every moan, figures out how to work you up with quick, teasing shallow plunges, before slowing it down, going deeper, tongue brushing your walls like heâs speaking a language only your body understands.Â
âHyunjin,â you sigh, unable to tear your eyes away from him.Â
His mouth parts from you long enough for him to speak. âThere it is. Thereâs the tone I was looking for. Enjoy this, sweetheart. I know I am.âÂ
Youâre enjoying it so much that you unexpectedly whimper when he stops again a moment later, feeling a little embarrassed as he exhales a quiet laugh into your warmth. âJust hold on,â he murmurs, dragging his tongue up your slit to pass over your clit again and again, before sliding a finger into your clenching hole.
âOhhhh.âÂ
The combination is so good, his finger filling you while his mouth suctions to you, that your eyes flutter shut. He pulls out and glides back in, all the way to his knuckles in one smooth motion, your wet folds parting so easily for him. Heâs done an amazing job of spreading your slickness around, coating your inner thighs, messing his bed beneath you.Â
âGonna make you come,â Hyunjin says, spreading you open with two fingers now. âNeed you to come before I can fuck you just like you want. Can you do that for me?â
The tension in your gut tells you that that shouldnât be a problem. Both fingers have curled inside you, stroking over your soft spot, making you pant, clutching Hyunjinâs satin sheets for dear life.Â
âHy-Hyun-â
Before you can even finish saying his name, the tension snaps, nerves firing from your cunt to your toes, causing your legs to lock up. Hyunjin groans, moving his hands to grasp at your thighs, trying to loosen their squeeze.Â
âEasy, sweetheart, donât take me out just yet.â When your body finally starts to relax, he grins. âThere we go. Good girl.â
If this were any other time, youâd snap at him for dropping that pet phrase on you. But youâre too blissed out at the moment, practically purring as he starts to kiss his way up your torso.Â
When he reaches your breasts, he joins you, a low rumble sounding from the back of his throat. His nose nuzzles between them, as he leaves loud kisses on their swelling curves.Â
Another thing Hyunjin isnât wrong about - his mouth feels much better than his fingers do on your nipples, tongue gliding like warm velvet against the pert nubs. You continuously moan, until youâre nearly panting, fingers once again finding his dark locks and threading themselves between.Â
âHow am I doing, sweetheart?â he murmurs.
âGood.â It doesnât even occur to you to tell him anything but the truth. âSo good, Hyunjinnie. Ah!â You flinch as he suddenly nips the other nipple, teeth clamping gently. âWhy?!âÂ
âYou and that damn nickname. I must not be doing enough if youâre still calling me that.â He rises onto his knees, shaking his head. âGuess I just gotta fuck it out of you.âÂ
And just like that, you feel that spark again.Â
âSure you will, Hyunjinnie,â you simper, voice dripping with honey, so sickeningly-sweet as you coo his name. It has the desired effect, making Hyunjinâs eyes flash.Â
He reaches for you, pulling you up into his lap, before you can so much as breathe. âYou doubting me, sweetheart?â His hands press into your hips, urging you down on him. Both of you groan as his cock slides along your cunt, and the sparks inside you ignite.Â
âIâm not your sweetheart,â you spit back, feeling that familiar sense of agitation, but itâs not annoyance now, itâs anticipation.Â
âAnd Iâm not really yours, but letâs play pretend for the night,â he drawls, and you look at him with wide eyes, but he kisses away the wonder on your face, working you up with teeth and tongue, until youâre frenzied with need. Your fingers clutch at his biceps, nails sinking in to tether him closer.Â
His hands on your waist guide you down again. As his cockhead breaches your lips, you keen, head falling forward onto his shoulder.Â
âHoly fuck,â you gasp. The stretch is delicious, cunt already throbbing around his thickness. Â
Both of you freeze when youâre fully seated on him, no sounds in the room but the rhythmic cadence of your panting intertwining with his.Â
âYou know,â Hyunjin speaks through grit teeth, focused on the spot where your bodies join, âwe couldâve been doing this a long, long time ago.â
You donât know what to say to that. How long has he wanted this? Youâre not sure the exact answer for yourself, except that itâs longer than youâd ever truly want to confess.
âMaybe - maybe if you werenât such a - oh, oh, oh!â Your lame attempt at a retort is lost to the rapid snapping of Hyunjinâs hips when he starts to thrust up into you. Thereâs nothing you can do but bounce in his lap, clinging to his shoulders as he finally fucks you just as hard as heâd promised. âHyunjin, please!âÂ
Hyunjin grunts, perspiration trickling down his forehead as he concentrates on giving you what you wanted. His jaw flexes, brows drawn together in a frown, and even with this fierce expression on his face, heâs so beautiful that you canât help yourself, diving forward to kiss that gorgeous mouth of his like youâve always imagined, as if you werenât just kissing him a few minutes ago, but like itâs the first time, tracing his lips with yours, imprinting the feeling of them against your own to store away in your memory for later.
âFuck, sweetheart.â His words are the oxygen you inhale, tongues pressed together like the pages of a book. âI think I prefer you this way. So needy for my cock.â He smirks. âKinda want to keep you like this.âÂ
He digs his fingers into the plump roundness of your ass as he grinds into you, sliding you back and forth. Your hips undulate, rolling you down on his big cock, feeling every inch of him rubbing against your walls.Â
âHyu-hyu-hyun!âÂ
Itâs impossible to get an entire word out, given the pace at which Hyunjinâs strokes are jostling you. Your staccato cries get louder when he switches it up, laying you on your back and shoving a pillow under your hips. His thighs smack into your ass with every plunge of his thick length, and again you can do nothing but try to breathe, drowning in euphoria as you are.
âYeah, youâre best just like this. Stuffed full of cock, no room for thoughts. Or arguments.âÂ
âF-fuck!â You were trying to say âfuck offâ but Hyunjin chose that moment to thumb at your clit, giving the aching nub the friction it so badly needed. Your hips buck up, making Hyunjin groan.
âJust like that, so good for me.âÂ
You whine involuntarily at his praise, hips lifting again, trying to take him deeper. Every stroke of his cock lights you up, your body tingling from head to toe. The strong thrumming in your gut is going to overtake you soon and youâre finally going to get what youâve been needing for weeks now. And itâs Hyunjin of all people who is going to give it to you.Â
Youâre pulled out of your reverie as Hyunjin suddenly pulls out, falling onto his side next to you.Â
âWhat are y- oh!â You gasp as he turns you on your side, facing away from him. One hand lifts your leg, sliding it back until your calf loops over his. Then he enters you again, and again, thrusting in deep, powerful movements. âOh, fuck, goddamn.âÂ
âThatâs right,â he growls, arm beneath you bending, hand coming to a rest around your throat. Not squeezing, but holding you in place, back pressed to his front. Youâre both covered in sweat, bodies gliding over one another, making it hard for him to keep his pace. So his fingers spread on your chest, locking you in place, giving him leverage to pound into you. âTake it, sweetheart. Take what I give you like a good girl.âÂ
âAhhh,â you moan, âdonât - donât call me that.âÂ
âNo? You donât like being praised?â Hyunjin releases his hold on your thigh, running his others fingers around where his cock keeps sliding between your lips. âYour pussy tells me another story. Youâre soaking my sheets.â
âNah - ah - not that, âs not that.â With this slightly slower rhythm, youâre able to speak, but full sentences still seem hard. âLike praise. Hate - hate good girl.âÂ
âOhhh, I see.â Hyunjin laughs breathily. âI shouldâve known. Youâre too proud. Think it makes you look weak if I call you that? Hmm?âÂ
Even in your desperate state, you know heâs not far off from the truth. You donât want him calling you that, because it feels like giving in to him. Letting him take control completely. Possessing you. His good girl.Â
The real, honest to god truth is - you canât let him call you that, because you do want it. And you hate how much you want it.Â
So you deny it. Or at least, you try to. But all you can stutter is a weak âYouâre s-such a d-dick,â as he continues snapping his hips into your ass, making your entire body jiggle in his strong grip.Â
Hyunjin drops an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, wet and sloppy. You curl your fingers into his arm as you sense that youâre approaching the precipice of your orgasm. You can tell that itâs going to be an intense one, one of those climaxes that clears your mind of all thought and leaves you literally shaking in ecstasy. Just as heâd promised.
You do appreciate a man who follows through on his promises.Â
Hyunjin must feel the way youâre starting to clench around him, groaning into your shoulder. âAhh, I think this little cuntâs trying to tell me something again, sweetheart. You gonna come for me? Hmmm?â His fingers rub over your clit, the sudden touch making you jolt. âCome on, be a good girl and c-â
Twisting your head, you smash your nose into his cheek, clumsily seeking his mouth. Cutting him off with heated kisses, hoping heâll interpret it as annoyance fueling your actions and not see it for what it truly is - untamed desire.Â
A strangled cry passes from Hyunjinâs lips into yours, and with one more tweak to your clit, you come undone. Your body locks up, thighs going rigid, cunt clamping around his cock so fiercely that Hyunjin hisses loudly, forehead resting on the nape of your neck.
âFuck, youâre so goddamn tight,â he whispers in your ear. Sweat drips from his skin onto yours. âYouâre gonna make me come. Is that what you want?â
You canât answer. Youâre gone, completely gone, beyond words, capable of making only the most broken, pathetic sounds, wantonly mewling as slowly grinds into you, cock rubbing against your clenching walls. When your legs start to go slack, he resumes his thrusting, but at a languorous pace, and youâre not sure if heâs trying to go easy on you now that youâre approaching overstimulation, or if heâs trying to slow himself down.
âI think it is what you want. I think you want me to fill this little pussy up with my cum, donât you? Hmm?â His nose prods at your cheek. âA sweet creampie for my good girl?â
The whine that you let you out is pitifully loud. White hot shame spikes through you, but only for a second, the emotion quickly burnt away by your fervent need.Â
âCome on, tell me. Tell me you want it.âÂ
âAhhh!â You gasp as his cock sinks in deeper, hitting your g-spot. Itâs almost too much, the delicious drag, and your fingers dig into his arm, nails sinking into his skin. âFuck!â
âTell me,â he says again, but this time thereâs a plea laced into the command, a desperate edge in his tone that strikes a chord somewhere deep inside you, and suddenly you want to give him anything he needs.Â
âHyunjin, I want it, p-please!âÂ
Those are the magic words. Hyunjin groans, his hips falling out of their slow rhythm, jerking erratically as he does exactly what he said, shooting his load deep inside you, moaning your name the entire time. You grip the sheets so hard, youâre afraid youâll tear them, shoving your hips back against his, riding out his climax with him.Â
âPussyâs sucking me dry, sweetheart. So greedy,â he pants, trailing kisses along your neck. âThink it wants more.âÂ
âHyunjin!â You sob his name again, voice breaking. All it takes is his fingers pinching at your clit and youâre coming again, stomach twitching, breath leaving your body in one big rush.Â
When your body stops trembling, Hyunjin finally slips out of you, his hand falling away from your cunt. He lets out a tired laugh.
âYou can take your nails out of my arm. Iâm not going anywhere.âÂ
âOh.â Your neck burns a little in embarrassment. You hadnât realized you were still holding on to him so tightly, unconsciously keeping him in place. Keeping him close to you. You relax your grip, and he slides his arms around you further, locking you into his embrace.Â
Itâs⌠nice, being in Hyunjinâs arms. Really nice. Lying there, in your messy, tired state, you feel rather content.Â
But the longer you lie there, just breathing together, not speaking, your head starts to fill with thoughts again. Questions. The most pressing being, at what point is he going to kick you out? Because despite everything that just happened, heâs still Hyunjin, and youâre still you, and -Â
âItâs already started.â Hyunjin hums, lightly shaking you. âI can hear you thinking again.âÂ
Your reflexes kick back in. âItâs just what I do. You should try it some time.âÂ
To your surprise, Hyunjin starts to laugh. You roll over, nose bumping his as you give him a curious look.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou really canât help yourself, can you?â He brushes a finger over your cheek. âYouâve got a fighterâs instinct. Itâs one of the things I admire about you. But maybe, just maybe, you donât have to fight me all the time?âÂ
You stare at him as you try to make sense of the rather casual confession of admiration he just dropped. Nope. Canât. Not right now.
âIâŚâ You pause. âSorry. Itâs just a habit.âÂ
He smiles, something genuine that slowly shifts into his familiar smirk, and even as spent as you are, you feel a stirring inside you. âGuess we need to work on that.â
In the morning, you might regret what you say next. But the nightâs not over yet. âMaybe you just didnât fuck me stupid enough yet.âÂ
Hyunjin accepts your challenge with a kiss.Â
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heyyy I love love love your L&DS writings omg you're one of the few who actually write accurate character personality (literally few writers Ik for L&DS)
May I request how will they react if reader/mc is jealous on someone. Dying for the reaction of Rafayel!!! Thank youuuuu lovieđ
JEALOUSY, JEALOUSYâŚ
notes: iâm sorry for the wait but this week was hell for me :) but now iâm back. i hope you like it! And thank you for your kind words.
contains: love and deepspace boys x reader, jealous reader, fluff, established relationship
ZAYNE
he knows the face when he sees it. he knows right away that something was off, but knowing you he didnât say anything.
zayne didnât understand why you were jealous of his patient. it was a patient, someone who needed his help and probably would not see again after they were treated.
when he saw that you didnât say anything all day, he decided to talk with you. sitting on the couch with hot chocolate in hand you looked at his eyes, face red.
âwhy why?â you asked, trying to change the subject, to shy to speak your mind.
âwhy are you making that face? you did that all day. tell me whatâs wrong, sweetheart.â
you didnât want to talk about it, putting your head between his shoulder and neck, sighing slowly, âi have to?â.
and so you told him what happened. how his patient was looking loving at him and how they tried to touch his forearm. how sexy he looked in his coat and glasses and how you were jealous that he didnât pay attention to you.
âdummy. you know i only care about you.â
âi love you.â
XAVIER
he knew something was off when you refused to play with his hair, but he didnât know what. letâs say⌠you were angry at him for a few days.
why? at first you were jealous at his partener. after some time working together, you decided that was the best to have different partners just to be able to concentrate.
âdid something happened?â he asked, now sitting on the bed, looking at your figure.
ânoâ was your answer, not looking away from your phone. you knew it was not fair to be angry at him, but you could not just pretend nothing happened.
âdonât ânoâ me. something happened, but what?â
so you told him in detail what bothered you and what he did, even though it was not his fault.
âso⌠are we good now?â he asked, hand on you cheek, looking into your eyes.
âno. iâm still upset.â
âoh come on, babe. i promise itâs not going to happen again, ok? just⌠kiss me. i missed you.â he complained, blue eyes looking for your lips.
âitâs your partner, xavier. of course itâs going to happen again.â
âwho says iâm going to have a partner from now on?â
âxavier!â
RAFAYEL
he knew you were jealous, but he secretly enjoyed it, and so he did nothing.
he liked to see you all red and flustered, and because you did not say anything he continued, curious about how much you can stay that way.
it did not take long before you confronted him, wanting to have a serious conversation about his behaviour.
âwhat? but i didnât do anything wrongâ he told you, hands in his pockets.
he was stubborn, he knew that you were his weekends and wanted to tease you just a little bit.
ârafayel. i swear, you are going to sleep with the cat if you are not serious for at least 10 minutesâ
and so he conformed, being to afraid to have you not sleeping with him at night and sleeping with that⌠monster instead.
âok. ok. maybe i was doing it in purpose.â
after a kiss and a tight hug, you were defeated. he knew he was adorable and you couldnât resist his charms, so he used it against you.
âok fine. you win this time. but iâm still upset.â
âi know love. iâm sorry. i promise iâm not going to do that again. so now come here, i need you kisses or i might die!â
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Oh my GOD oh my for okay though that new fic you wrote with Carmy? 12/10 chefs kiss mwah mwah MWAH!! đđđ That part with Carmy going ballistic and beating the shit out of that asshole customer I LOVED it!! Now itâs got me thinking of Carmen going absolutely feral, just insane if heâs in the kitchen cooking and calling orders, while youâre out front taking orders from customers. He and the rest of the kitchen just go silent and stop in their tracks when they hear a guy just screaming at the top of his lungs at you, using the absolute most vile words against you and Carmen just sees red, especially if whoever it is ups and yells something along the lines of âYou stupid fucking whore-â and Carmenâs just a blur as he POUNCES on this guy. (Richieâs either cheering him on or trying with all his strength to claw Carmen off before he straight up kills the guy)
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Oooh you guys are spoiling me rotten with these requestsâŚI love a good feral fic every once in a while and this one was..well you'll know what i'm talking about once you've read it ;) I haven't written Carmen in a day and I miss him already, school has been up my ass so if you have sent me a request, don't worry it's being written, and re-written and-. Thank you anon for getting my gears going and your lovely messages đĽ°đĽş ur support means the world
warnings: swearing, objectification and misogyny, angst, oral (f recieving), smut, thigh riding (?), porn with plot, feral!carmen
carmen berzatto x reader!
(This is totally and completely canon btw)
You stretch your body across the diner tables, dipping a dirty cloth into lukewarm soapy water before rinsing it out. The lunch rush had just slowed to a even pace, the sound of Carmen yelling out dishes from his line finally quieting down.
You have just a little time to spare, and you spent that time quickly wiping down the Beefâs tables that had begun to accumulate a few too many stains and unfinished crumbs of bread.
You had grown up in a home that was always messy, all the time. And no matter how much times you had asked, and no matter how much times you had just done the chores themselves, the clutter of dirty dishes and old wet clothes in the laundry had permanently been embedded into your family home.
Itâs partially why you had loved the sterile laboratory of you culinary kitchens. Clutter caused your skin to itch with anxiety, it made you feel dirty, and with the way you scrub the diner tables a little too hard you wonder if it's another one of the many joyâs your family had given you.
And whilst the Beef was so different from your environment back in culinary school, it wasnât necessarily worse. In fact, you had grown to fall in love with the quirks of the kitchen, the âfuck you carmenâ napkin holder, the too small walkway, the framed pictures of beloved regulars and the staffâs families. Most of all, however, was the family you had built here, the kind you couldn't find working under a domineering CDC.
The kind that had always been waiting for you, been planted deep into the earth like roots.
Besides, you and Carmen had bonded together during the late nights after most of the family had gone home. Were you both were left, scrubbing the floor together in a rhythmic silence that seemed to be more therapeutic than work.
Youâve nearly finished wiping down the last of the stools perched against the counter top of the front when a loud guffawing causes you to break your trance-like state.
Jovial yelling breaks into the rarely quiet restaurant as the door swings open, and a stream of rowdy men dressed in pullovers and fleece jackets, with scarves and basketball hats of distinct sport team colours wrapped around their necks.
One man is fully decked out, sporting the jersey and beanie of what seemed to be a hockey team. The boom of his voice indicates he was the loudest too, unaware of the grumble of patrons around the restaurant that had grown annoyed at the man's violent rambling.
You breath out a sigh, finishing off wiping down the bar stools and putting the bucket of dirty water under the front counter. Before ironing out any creases in your apron and preparing yourself for the absolute headache this would cause.
They were a familiar bunch, usually coming in after games late after the dinner rush. It seemed there was a game during the early morning, as they grumble about not having anything to eat the entire day.
Their loud and annoying and swear too much and Carmen hates the way one of them looks at you but they order a shit ton of food and fuck if the bear needs money, what can you say.
Your eyes glance at a cup of coffee Richie had accidently left under the register, and you suddenly crave your afternoon pick me up well after the afternoon. The men begin walking up to the register, ignoring your polite greeting and going straight into listing off items from the menu as if you were a machine. You nod along all the words they were saying, and soon enough you give up on writing it down as theyâve practically ordered the entire menu safe for a few appetiser's.Â
âMake it quick, yeah? Weâre bloody starving '' One of the men calls out from his seated position in one of the booths and you give them a tight lipped smile, resisting the urge to throw that coffee mug at him.Â
Carmen peeks his head from the entryway leading to the kitchen, his unruly ashy blonde curls falling to the sides as he shares a look with you, as if to say âyou alright? And you nod in that unspoken way the two of you have and tell him that you can handle it. Working in a kitchen didn't have to teach you how to deal with assholes, you had your family to thank for that one again.
You hear the familiar sound of Carmen shouting out orders, and the sizzle of pans and boiling pots increase in order to push out the lengthy order before more foot traffic would pour in.Â
Youâre trying to fix the register when it happens, something gets caught in the old janky machine, causing the cash drawer to get stuck as you have to hit its sides at a certain angle to get it to open up again. Years and Carmen refuses to get it fixed, or buy a new one all together, resorting to having it taped up and banged every couple hours to get it working again.
You almost donât see him, until he is leaning against the counter, into the space between the cash register and you, a greasy smile pulling at his features and he watches you. You bite back a grimace at the way his eyes trail down your apron, fixated on the dip of skin that peeks from the top of your shirt.
âSomething you need Sir?â You ask politely, taking a tentative step back, your hand gripping the edge of the counter.
The man smiles strangely at your comment, cocking his head to the side before replying suggestively
âI definitely want somethingâ
You cough, biting back your knee-jerk response to hurl at him, you can feel the burn of embarrassment against your cheeks and you swallow as you try to reply with a steady response.
âYouâre food will be out in a short-while-âÂ
âYou know, I think Iâve seen you around here, are you new to town?â The man tries to strike up a conversation
âCame here a few years ago and havenât left sinceâ You reply with a tight smile
âAh! I know where you're from exactly nowâ The man replies with a grin that pulls his face upwards, it's eerie, his smile, like he knows something he shouldn't.
âThereâs this porn star online, looks exactly like you, itâs kind of insaneâ The man replies with a smile that deepens as you stammer
You feel humiliated as you stare back at him, you donât know what to say, and his eyes continue trailing down your body in a way that makes you feel disgustingly objectified. Heâs reduced you to an object for him to gawk at, and you see the way the men behind him jeer and laugh that this is all a play to intimidate you.
You want to run straight home and scrub yourself clean, wash away the feeling of his imprinted gaze down the drain.
âYou think we can recreate one of her videos when you get off work here?â The man replies, a glint in his eyes.
âWhat? You- youâ You stammer and he breaks out into a laugh
âAwh, look at her, fucking shaking. Donât tell me this is your first time?â The man eggs on to his friends, who have begun laughing and cheering him on.
You grit your teeth, trying to get the words out as you glance towards the kitchen, where was he? He leg twitches in want, wanting to get Carmen, wanting to run from the restaurants, wanting to run from the embarrassment and disgust you felt.
The flashes of Richie and Syd passing by is all you can see, the booming voice of Carmen being too wrapped up in the orders to notice what was happening.
âC'mon, just give me your numberâ The man presses on, leaning in so that only you can hear âIt isn't like I don't know where you workâ Before he leans back, muttering a halfhearted kidding under his breath
âYou are disgustingâ You spit out, trying to sound as confident as you can, and the mans eyebrow twitches, and he cocks his head like he was confused.
âWhat? Iâm doing you a favour here, I'm actually a nice guy you know? Not one of those assholes on the streetâ The man scoffs, moving closer towards you and you have a feeling the man is waiting for a reason to lunge at you.
âJust, just take your food and your buddies and go alright? There doesnât have to be a fight or-orâ You continue, trying to de-escalate the situation and get him to just leave you the fuck alone.
âAre you fucking kidding me? Iâm doing you a fucking favour and now your kicking me out?â The man begins to get heated, and his friends behind him watch on in silence, you can notice other customers begin to look your way, sensing the rising anger filling the room. You slowly step back, looking for something to shield yourself in case he comes at you.
âWhat, you think because you work you have some- some what, control? I don't think you know how this works doll, you give me your number, and I dump my load in you because your nothing but a stupid fucking whoreâ The man bellow, itâs so loud that it echoes through the Beef, that it reaches even the kitchen sinks where Manny is washing up.Â
The manâs face grows red as the veins near his neck begin to pop out, he emphasises the last word, spitting it out like that was all you were.
The restaurant goes silent as the man heaves in exertion, the sound of Carmen shooting out orders is mute now, the slice of steel against bamboo stops, and the bear is fucking quite for the first time since it opened.Â
Your body is pushed against the wall, near the swinging doors into the Kitchen, and you can see Carmen back to you, he has stopped cutting at his station, and the outline of muscle contracts under his white shirt.
Carmen turns, slowly, he turns to the family, as they all momentarily stop their tasks in shock at what they had just heard. He begins to chuckle a little to himself, as he replies in a quiet voice you and the man can still hear.
âWhat did he just say?âÂ
âDid he really say that? Did he really?â Carmen laughs to himself, nodding and gripping his hands into tight fists as the restaurant air gets thin. The man who had been screaming at you looks towards Carmen in confused fear, not knowing why this man was laughing and yet understanding he had completely fucked up.
The rest of the patrons can hear Carmenâs words, eyes widening, as they realise they were about to be collateral to a very one sided beat down. The crew looked at Carmen in silence, they had been used to Carmen's hot-headed temper, his bursts of anger that was more passion than rage. But this? This quiet silence of Carmenâs words, the way his chest heaves as you glances at your frightened position against the wall? They genuinely feared what he would do next, a silent rage like no other begins to envelop the restaurant, the air thin and suffocating as Carmen begins to walk through the kitchen and into the front counter.
âDonât call an ambulance this timeâ Carmen mutters to Richie as he passes him by, Carmenâs eyes are fixed on you, trailing down your body before fixating on the shake of your hands. Carmen knows you well, and itâs the clench of your throat, like you're suffocating, like you canât breath that snaps something in Carmen.
A malevolence Carmen has never felt spills into his gut, the burn of anger spreading against his chest until hes practically shaking with it, he is filled with this heart ache, like his heart is split in two and gushing as he realises his been cutting fucking chives whilst you nearly died.Â
And something predatory fills Carmen, like he must prove to himself he can protect you, and in one swift move, like muscle memory etched into his bones, Carmen jumps over the front counter and swings his fist in one clean motion, knocking the man across the room.
The manâs body crumbles as he slams into the hardwood floor of the Beef, the immediate groan of twisted pain and pleads leave the man's mouth and Carmen is just so sick of his goddamn voice.Â
It all went quiet then, the noise of Sydney yelling, of his friends, of the manâs heaving wet coughs, the air conditioner, all white noise. Carmenâs hand reaches for his ankle, dragging him back from his crawling escape.
âOh, no no no, weâre not escaping now are we?â Carmen grunts, his voice lower than it usually is.
Carmen wraps an arm around his throat, holding him there as he brings down his fist across his face. The wet sound of bones crunching into muscle and skin go on forever, bouncing across the room until the throaty heave of the man is all that is left of him. Carmen cannot stop the swing of his fists, something possesses him and as one of the men in hockey colours tries to grab Carmen arm he throws him back into the stack of barstool's piled near the tables. He is facing his back to you again, and you state, fixated on how his body moves to support him, the contracts and outline of his strong back, his large forearms that break bone with a mere swing.
His face swollen beyond recognition, piss and blood leaking from him, eyes bloodshot and awry.Â
Carmen picks him up by his collar, the smudge of blood dripping down and staining his vest, whispering into his ear as the manâs eyes widen in harrowed fear.
âApologiseâ
â..Whatnhn?â The man mumbles, the feel of his tongue swelling up and going numb, Carmen presses a hand against the man's bruised stomach, pushing against the broken bone of his ribs until the Man wails in agony.Â
âApologise to her or I swear to god Iâm breaking your fucking legsâÂ
The man spits out an apology, but youâre not looking at him, staring transfixed at Carmen, at the way heâs golden curls fall across his eyebrows, at the way his muscles flex against his white shirt, at the way droplets of blood are splattered across the skin of his jaw. Carmen looks towards you, and something dark takes over his cerulean blues, blowing them out.
âDo you accept? Huh honey?â
You nod, letting an exhale out and Carmen tosses the man to a pile on the floor, reaching for your hand and dragging you to the office, you can hear the scatter of shoes as the men drag their friend out of the beef, and the crew looks towards each other in satisfaction, but also in knowing, in knowing they wouldn't dare open those office doors.
The soft glow of the office is a stark difference to the bright light of the front counter, and you have to blink a couple times for your eyes to adjust, and when you do Carmenâs face is inches from you, leaning you against the office doors, his arm above your head.
The soft glow of the office is a stark difference to the bright light of the front counter, and you have to blink a couple times for your eyes to adjust, and when you do Carmenâs face is inches from you, leaning you against the office doors, his arm above your head.
âYou didn't- didnât have toâ You mumble, your voice caught in your throat for a different reason.
Carmen looks down at you, shaking his head in amusement
âDonât lie to me, you enjoyed that more than I didâ Carmen whispers, leaning down near your ear, pressing his nose against the curve of your neck.
You let out a breathless sigh, and Carmen groans as he smells that familiar vanilla always hinted on your skin Carmen could smell when you passed by you. Now, now, he can practically taste it right on his tongue.
The truth was, you did enjoy it, despite being non confrontational and cringing every time Richie would show you a fight where the crunch of bone on gravel makes you shudder, you were transfixed by Carmen.Â
By the way he broke the man to a heaving mess with just his fuckinf fists, those same arms that are edging closer and closer to you, how would they feel between your thighs? The thought wraps itself tight in your belly, and you have to squeeze your thighs for friction.
No one had done that to you, no one had done that for you, and in a strange way it felt nice to be protected. To be wanted, and it causes a need to start building deep within you.Â
Carmen's eyes fall to you, and his eyebrow twitches as a look of guilt washes over his features.
âI shouldâve been there, I- fuck, did he do anything? Let me get a look at youâ Carmen replies softly, grabbing your wrists to look for any bruises he feared you had.
âIâm fine, just a little, uhm, shaken up you know? Said some pretty horrible thingsâ You reply, scratching at your neck as your mind replays the way he had reduced you to a thing.
Carmen shakes his head, his teeth grinding as he grips his fists, his biceps flexing.Â
âYou shouldnât have to deal with that, deal with people like fucking him, I swear to god if I find him on the street Iâm gonna-â
âGonna what? Finish off the job? There is always going to be guys like him, that isnât going to change, and itâs something I have to deal with. But what I canât deal with is if you get yourself thrown into a jail cell because of-of meâ You reply, shaking your head and Carmen looks at you like heâs in love.
Gripping a hand to your chin, Carmen raises it so that you catch the burn of his cerulean blues as you can see.
âAnd That would be an honourable death for meâ Carmen mutters, and you canât take your eyes off him, until you're gripping his blood stain shirt tight against your chest until the suppression groans leaving his mouth are kissed into your neck.
You want him, want to taste him on your tongue, want to feel his weight against it.Â
âFuckin come hereâ Carmen groans out, reaching to wrap his hand around your jaw as he presses his lips against your own. The muffled of your moans escape your lips and Carmen slips his tongue between them.Â
His pillowy soft lips wrap around your own, his nose bumping into your cheek as he wraps an arm around your back, pushing you against the office doors. Itâs all teeth and tongue, the clash of teeth and muffled groans leaving the both of you.Â
The suppression of both your desires falling between you two until you donât stop to come up for air.Â
Itâs addicting the way he kisses you, and you have to grip his shoulder as an anchor as he begins to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin there before dipping down to your clavicle.Â
You let out a moan as he blows cold air against the dip of your breasts, and Carmen looks down at you, his eyes heavy as he watches the way you shiver, waiting for him to give you what you want.
Carmen rips open your shirt, his eyes trailing across the curve and dip of your breasts, he mutters something under his breath, something like âbeautifulâ as his finger trailing the lace before unclipping it and tossing it behind him.Â
Carmen cups one of your breasts, circling your nipple before wrapping his lips around it and sucking, you arch your back to him, and he follows it until he rests and your hip, squeezing the skin there as his eyes roll back at the taste of you.
âPlease..â You groan out, your eyes watching the way Carmen pressing soft circles into your skin, he looks up at you in confusion, the hint of a smile curving at his lips.
âPlease what?â Carmen replies, sucking bruises beneath your tits, drawing it out on purpose, having too much fun watching you suffer.
âNmfhaâ You mumble incoherently when Carmen flicks his tongue around your nipple, whilst squeezing the other in his cold hands.
âI canât hear you, what do you want?â Carmen replies with a hint of a moan, heâs having trouble himself, bucking his hips up into you as he watches the way you shake from his lips
âWanna feel you Carm, wanna taste youâ You groan out with a moan, Carmen grunts at your response, his eyes growing dark and heavy, and in one swift move, he hoist you up and swipes the coffee mugs and papers left scattered across his desk before placing you on the edge.
You spread your thighs, making room for him and he steps between them.Â
âYou wanna feel me sweet girl? You want me to take care of you? Please let me take care of youâ Carmen pleads, rutting up against you as he tries to suppress the want pressing tight against his jeans.
âCarmâ you groan out as Carmen tugs your jeans down leaving you in your lace underwear that Carmen grinds his jaw at, you donât realise it but Carmen blue apron is discarded somewhere in the room, and as he carries you towards the coach you tug at his white shirt.Â
He rips it off him in one move, and you drag your fingers across the deep of defined muscle that flexes under your touch.
Carmen moves your thighs so that you're pushed towards the edge of the couch, and he kneels between you, pressing a soft kiss to your knee, before trailing up your thighs. Carmen had been teasing you before but now there is a frantic eagerness in the way he touches you, like if he doesnât taste you on his tongue he might combust.
Carmen hooks a finger into your underwear,pulling them down until you were bare for him. Carmenâs eyes glisten as he states at you, naked under him and sweating. God the image imprints in his mind and he wishes he can stay here forever.
Carmen presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, and your thighs shake in need, Carmen flicks his eyes up to you, and keeps eye contact, as he licks one long strip across your folds, closing his eyes and he groans at the taste of you. You contort you back at the pleasure the waves through you, eyes rolling back at the pressure of his tongue sucking your clit.
âFucking- taste soâ Carmen mumbles, before dipping his tongue between your folds, dragging it up and down, the sound of your heightened moans ripping through him.Â
Dipping his tongue in your hole, Carmen pushes a finger between your thighs, presses soft circles around your clit as his tongue works your folds. Your thighs shake around the curls of his head and he pushes a hand down at your stomach to stop you from moving, making you take every wave of pleasure he pulls from you.
âCarm, please, theyâre going to hear usâ You groan out, and Carmen shakes his head, causing his tongue to drive deeper into you, before looking up at you,Â
âLet themâÂ
Carmen stretches you out with his tongue, pushing it into you and out until your heaving, his thumb is pressed against your clit, and he pushes a finger into you before sucking onto your bud.Â
You begin to see flashes of stars, as he thrusts a finger into your hole whilst sucking you, he scissors you open, curving his finger in a way that hits a particular spot that has you raising your hips, trying to pull yourself off of him, the white hot burn of pleasure getting too much.
âThere baby? Right there?â Carmen groans out, thrusting his finger to hit that spot over and over
Carmen grips your hips, pushing you down, deeper, harder onto his mouth and fingers, pressing a second digit into you as he curves it to pull that sweet moan from your lips.
Carmen had many names, but his favourite was the broken syllabus of his own between your lips when you fell apart on his tongue.
âSâ close, so close Carmy, pleaseâ You babble out, before resigning yourself to the burn of pleasure the feels like fucking nirvana, itâs all around you, Carmen, this pleasure, itâs all you can taste.
âI know baby, I know, Iâm going to take care of you okay, sweet girl?â Carmen groans, thrusting his hips into the floor, searching for friction as he watches the way your eyes roll back.
Carmen laps at your core, pushing the digits deeper, curving them upwards until you were screaming, he pushes your face down to look at him, he wants to see your face as you fall apart, and the coil that has begun to wrap itself tight snaps when he nibbles at your over sensitive clit and you see the way his dark eyes watch you, his eyebrows furrowed and your slick coats his chin.
You canât feel anything but the white hot pleasure that rocks through you, you arenât in your body, floating away in the pure saccharine pleasure of Carmenâs tongue and he laps at the pleasure dripping between your folds.Â
You mumble incoherent words, the only thing leaving your lips is Carmenâs name as you babble, spit dripping from your open mouth as you're left in a heap, Carmen leaving you dumb.
Carmen works you through your release, licking and sucking at your sweet slick that he gathers on his tongue. You see the way he thrusts into the carpet, trying to find friction as the scene in front of him becomes too much.
The thought splits something within you, seeing how Carmen got off to getting you off was out of this world, causing the pleasure to start building in your core again.Â
You drag Carmen up to meet your lips, and then push his tongue between your lips, causing you to taste him on your tongue. Carmen pushes his finger between his lips, sucking on the shine of slick coated there, his eyes heavy as he watches the way you grind your hips against him.Â
He pushes his digits into your mouth, groaning at the way you suck on them eagerly. You push him to lean his back against the coach, before manoeuvring your hips to straddle him.
You rock your hips against his jeans, feeling the way the indent pushes and bumps against your core, Carmen throws his head back, his curls falling over his forehead and he grabs your hips, pushing you deeper, down down down until he is thrusting up into you.
You grip his shoulders raising your hips before pulling his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. Carmen forces himself to look down at you, his gaze watching the way you tug at his length, swiping a thumb across the red tip, dragging pre cum down the thick girth of him.
Carmen groans out, gripping your hips tight, and you raise up, lining yourself perfectly before sinking down on him.
Carmenâs groans are beautiful, rumbling from his chests as he squeezes his eyes shut, you fit so perfectly around him, the heat and warmth and slick of you wrapped tight around his cock. His length is thick and girth, and you have to adjust to his size, moaning at the way he fills you up just right.
As you begin to move, Carmen presses a hand, begging for you to wait
âJust, one second, fuck you feel so good I might cum from one thrustâÂ
âWho says this is a one time thing?â You reply with a wicked smile, and Carmen groans loud at that.
You raise your hips, dragging your self on him before sliding down, your grind against him and he heaves in the pleasure of your tightness around him.Â
It had been so long, and the feeling of you is almost too much.Â
You struggle to raise your hips high enough, and Carmen wraps his hands tight around your hips before raising you himself, driving himself up into you and thrusting hard.
This new angle allows him to go deeper, and you meet his upward thrusts, groaning out as he fucks you dumb. You look gorgeous above him, the way your tits bounce with every thrust up has him hard all over again.
âJust like that baby girl, keep going, doing so fucking well, my babyâ Carmen groans out, and you begin to shake at the combination of his praise the the feeling of his cock driving into you impossibly deep.
You want to make him feel good and you say this to him, causing his eyes to roll back when you squeeze yourself around him, hard, until his thrusts have to drive into you even harder.
The coach freaks loudly from Carmenâs pace, and he slams you down, positioning his cock deep into you, causing you to press half circles into your shoulder, scratching at his biceps and gripping the nape of his hair that causes him to rumble out your moaned name.
You can feel him getting close, his thrust growing sloppy and deep, you tighten around him, and his eyes are in a trance, watching the way you fit around him so perfectly.
Carmen moves to fold himself upright against you, and your eyes roll back to your head as you feel yourself climb up a familiar peak.
Carmen presses a hard kiss against your lips as you groan out, and as he slips a hand into your conjoined bodies, circling your clit you have to shove your fist into your hand to stop from screaming.
The feel of Carmenâs length driving into you and the sound of his ragged moans, mixed with the over stimulation against your clit, you canât help but fall apart around his cock.
You squeeze yourself tight around Carmen, and he cries out, his thrusts growing slow as he joins you over the cliff, his cock thrusting up into you with spasms. His cheeks are a blush red, his tongue poking out as he follows both of your orgasms.
You fall against his chest, exhausted, pressing your cheek so that it rested against the hard muscle of his pecs. You swallow back a breath, gripping your hand around Carmenâs, as he brings it up to place a soft kiss.Â
Your thighs are still shaking from stimulation, and Carmen caresses a hand across them, rubbing soft circles and you lay across his chest.
You stay like this for a moment, basking in the bliss of pleasure and sex and the soft curves and dips of your bodies.
After a bit, Carmen has to slip his out cock from your thighs, eyes fixated on the way your ecstasy mixed with his one drips down your thighs.
âFucking gorgeousâ Carmen replies, and you look up at him in surprise
âWhat? You donât think I'll find you gorgeous after this?â Carmen smiles down at your flustered state, he brushes back the sweat and tears dripping down your cheeks.
âThat was..you are. Well fuck, Carmen, why didnât this happen sooner?â You reply, he manoeuvres you so that your legs lay across his thighs.
âYeah, uh, weâll Iâve got a whole bucket of shit you donât want dragging you downâ Carmen replies scratching his neck, suddenly more shy as he lay his heart bare to you.
âYeah, weâll you gave me no choice when you practically murdered that manâ You reply, biting back a smile, as you press soft circles around his thumb.
âShouldâve fucking murdered himâŚâ
âWhat happens now?â Carmen replies, looking at you nervous that this was you just scratching an itch, because he was head over heels in love with you and he would never recover
âGod Carmen, you didnât realise Iâm in love with you already?â You reply with a smile, âPractically the entire restaurant doesâÂ
Carmen looks up at you in wonder, his eyebrows furrowing as your words hit him hard. You loved him? You loved him. He wants you to repeat it a hundred times, he wants to hear your tongue say those words to him again.
âYou are incomparableâ Carmen mutters under his breath, before wrapping you tight against his chest, pressing a kiss that feels different now, less crazed and rushed and fueled by heated passion. It was new, it felt like a start of something.
âYou think theyâre okay out there?â You reply with a start.
âHell noâ Carmen replies, and you canât help but laugh as you push your head through a shirt Carmen had passed to you.
You and Carm may have just confessed your love to one another, but you still had a goddamn restaurant to run.
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PAC: Your First Kiss With Your Person
Notes:
This PAC Contains:Â
General Info On The Kiss
Setting The Scene
The Kiss
Extended Edition Covers:
You During The Kiss
Your Person During The Kiss
The Aftermath
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PILE 1
General Things
Could be very early in the relationship⌠during the âget to know youâ stages. Thereâs a lot of attraction and tension between you and this person. I think this could be someone you either meet through a career or online. Itâs fast paced but intense, a quick back and forth. But itâs good because itâs an exchange where you both are on the same level or matching energies. Itâs welcomed, but it feels very interrogative, like âdoes this person fit the bill of what Iâm looking for đâ rather than a chill get to know you. It feels like a new environment too, as in both of you are out doing something new together for the first time. It doesnât seem like thereâs any anxiety around the questioning, just kind of throwing every and anything at the wall to see if it sticks. Scorpio or Gemini could be important placements for you or them.
Setting The Scene
When it comes to the location of the kiss it could be a festival of some kind, Iâm get a fair, specifically a renaissance fair for someone, or something with that vibe for a few of you. It could also be an event around water and/or where there will be live entertainment. I think itâs definitely picked strategically by whoever plans this outing⌠I think maybe more so your person. I also feel like it could be their old stomping grounds as well or something being hosted by someone they know. Thereâs an opportunity to kind of learn from others during this event/setting also.
The Kiss In General
I think this kiss is going to be awakening or energizing. One that gives you a surge of energy. I also heard that you might be trying to best them at something too. It might be outside of one your comfort zones and there could be a lot of anxiety surrounding the kiss on someoneâs part. If not anxiety, hearts racing. During a dance as well could be another likely scenario. One where itâs like "Okay, weâre dancing... I feel like a fool, Oh! youâre kissing me!"... Except the rest of the thoughts just fizzle out because you melt into it. People around you might cheer you guys on.
If you'd like to see the extended version of this reading which covers you & your person's feelings during the kiss as well as the 'aftermath' you can check it out on my Patreon here. Regardless, thank you for reading and take care! đ
PILE 2
General Things
The cards are giving me fairytale-esque vibes... a dream come true. This could happen when youâre traveling, finding home or experiencing something life changing. This could happen at a time where youâre on a journey to finding yourself/ finding your way and Iâm getting that your person is intent on wanting to show you they can be a part of that world. I think this person is hard to ignore, and honestly it could be hard to ignore whatever is going on between you two. There could be something about their eyes⌠maybe you avoid eye contact because itâs so intense and feels like youâre intruding? I think your person lights up your world. However, they could kind of know themselves and have all their 'colours' while youâre now finding yours. Thereâs something intimidating here about them.... very much you trying to convince yourself you two canât be together. Iâm also hearing âYouâre my North Starâ.
It could happen during a place that represents transition, in the location youâre leaving or at one of your homes (most likely yours). Itâs like they want to offer you home and youâre resisting. Youâre denying yourself entrance into the castle they have to offer. I think your head and heart arenât aligning and in all honesty your person is tired of it and just at a point where they are begging you to let yourself be happy.
Setting The Scene
I feel like this is a nice setting. More lavish for some than others . It could be in the evening or at night. It should be a date? I donât think you want it to be but it is⌠I mean I think you know it is but you're at a point where you're beside yourself pushing this person away mentally and throwing up walls. You guys could go to a show or some kind of enchanting exhibit too.
The Kiss In General
This could definitely be at night. I think the setting really depends on your interest. So it could be a concert, something related to music⌠but somewhere someone has the chance to get rowdy. Even a wedding or something where itâs nice but someone can likely get plastered and no one would really be surprised.
Okay back to the general kiss. I feel like it's a battle in a way. Itâs impulsive. Emotions are running high. Itâs about potential and fighting for whatâs 'right'... Trying to wake you up. A climatic battle of trying to get out of your head so you can see whatâs in front of you and just not what youâre dreaming of... what you think the cards (?) are telling you. I think this may be if you're constantly consuming tarot or other forms of divination and living your life by it.
If you'd like to see the extended version of this reading which covers you & your person's feelings during the kiss as well as the 'aftermath' you can check it out on my Patreon here. Regardless, thank you for reading and take care! đ
PILE 3
General Things
You could be a little bit disinterested or distracted when you have your first kiss with your person. I think it might take you a minute or two before it registers in your head that you too kissed. It could be a kiss to calm you⌠like youâre brain is going a mile a minute and generally not being grounded.
I think youâre going to be in a comfortable situation when your person kisses you/you two share your first kiss. It could be in a situation where youâre both working on something together. Or they are helping you with something youâre working on. Itâs someone who complements you beautifully. It could be a social gathering between close friends as well (but it still feels like a rather private moment, like everyone else is distracted as well and they sneak a quick kiss). If youâre a musician (or a music teacher, really anything related to that field) you could be composing or reviewing a piece and they kiss you. You could get pulled in many different directions mentally or come up with a lot of ideas but burn out on them quickly.
Setting The Scene
Oh my gosh-- Are you hungry or do you like food because all I can think of is food đŠ
It could be a casino, family/friends game night, holiday dinner. Youâre focused intensely on something in front of you. Your mind is calculating, unfazed by things going on around you. Iâm also getting the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland... a 'smoky' or and environment that gives off psychedelic vibes.
The Kiss In General
I think the kiss is attention grabbing, not just for you but someone around you may kind of cheer or whoop but you might not pay them much mind. I think your person is like this is my time with y/n and Iâm not letting their thoughts steal them away! I think they're accustomed to you being off in la la land. For some of you, you could be in the medical field or have a very scholarly profession that bleeds into your personal time. But the kiss always cuts through that. Iâm hearing âah ah ahâ as well.
If you'd like to see the extended version of this reading which covers you & your person's feelings during the kiss as well as the 'aftermath' you can check it out on my Patreon here. Regardless, thank you for reading and take care! đ
Disclaimer: All readings and tarot/blog games are for fun and entertainment purposes only. It is in no way meant to act as or replace professional advice of any kind. You know yourself and whatâs going on in your life best so I ask that you trust yourself above all else. Finally please take only what resonates from the reading which may be some of it, all of it, or none at all
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can I request: Jungkook and YN laying in bed cockwarming while watching a movie and they fall asleep. Jungkook wakes up in the middle of the night and is still inside YN so he wakes her up by sucking her tits and asks her if it's ok to fuck because he is hard
thanksssssđ
5:30 A.M.
a/n: Thank you for the request! It's my first time making smut as such, so I hope it's good enough for your taste ^^.
warnings: Cockwarming, Mazophilia, reader is older than Jungkook by two years, kind of dom!reader and sub!Jungkook but very mild, breeding kink, hair pulling.
wc: 1.8k
"Don't you find it strange that Captain America and Iron man get along so badly? I mean, they both seek the same end, why fight each other when they should be using that strength against villains?" muttered Jungkook, trying to swallow the vulgar amount of popcorn he threw into his mouth.
"They both have the same goal, but at the same time different values, and those same values are what make their relationship so strained" you nodded, taking a sip of your drink, "You know what thing does strike me as odd?".
"What?" your boyfriend's gaze was still fixed on the TV, too focused on watching Iron man and Captain America fight.
"That you asked to be inside me while we watch Captain America: civil war," you laughed softly, turning to look at your boyfriend "Sounds like too weird of a fetish. Tell me the truth, do you have an Iron man fetish or something?".
Jungkook laughed, kissing your cheek and caressing your abdomen with his fingertips. You felt your insides stir inside you.Â
 "Of course not, it's just that I really love being inside you" he murmured, kissing you shortly, "I feel so much closer to you, like we're really one person, you know what I mean?".
You nodded laughing, stroking his jaw, "Sure I do, but it's still weird that you're asking me while we're watching a Marvel movie."
"I'll pick something better next time" he chuckled, snuggling under you. He loved having you in his lap and being able to hug you from behind. "Now let's concentrate on watching Robert Downey Junior fight Chris Evans."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say" you smiled, leaning against his shoulder and watching one of your boyfriend's favorite movies.
You fell asleep shortly after watching the post-credits scene, you had a long day's work, so it was expected that you fell asleep so early. Before going to sleep you asked Jungkook to switch positions and he was quick to agree. He was aware that it was quite uncomfortable for you to sleep sitting up, and since he still didn't want to leave you, you decided to lie down hugging each other, him with his head on your chest and his hands around your waist, you, with one of your hands on his lower back and the other in his hair.
Even though you fell asleep much earlier than Jungkook had planned, he quite enjoyed watching the rest of the movies alone, mostly because it was enough for him that you were lying next to him.
He hadn't planned on disturbing your rest, indeed, he hated to do so because he knew how much the work exhausted you, but there were things he simply couldn't control, like his cock.Â
If we're honest, it hadn't been his fault as such, but somehow watching Wade and Vanessa's scenes while he was still inside you awakened something inside him. And on the outside, too.Â
As soon as he felt little spasms in his cock, he turned off the TV and settled back against your chest, closing his eyes and trying to think about anything other than fucking you. It worked a little at first, but then he felt the soft scent of your perfume, your breath against his scalp, the softness of your breasts against his cheek. He actually tried to resist.
He took a breath of air, remembering an old conversation the two of you had at the beginning of your relationship. You had talked about whether you were comfortable with certain things in the sexual realm, among them, having something with one of you asleep. You confessed that you didn't mind as long as you weren't fighting and he told you that he trusted you enough to know that you would take good care of him even if he was sleeping.Â
You weren't fighting, so he wasn't passing you around, you said yourself that you didn't care.Â
That was Jungkook repeated himself as he slipped his hand under your shirt, which was actually his, and started massaging your breasts. At first it was just small squeezes, using his whole hand to cover your breast. He licked his lips, looking at your face. You were still asleep.
The squeezes now shifted to your nipples. He rolled, pulled and pinched them, gradually increasing the force on them. He was surprised to notice that you were still sound asleep in spite of that.
He thought that was good, so this time he lifted your shirt until it was under your chin. He swallowed saliva at the sight of your breasts. He seriously loved them, they were so round, nice and big. He brought his mouth up to the point where both breasts met and began to leave little kisses on the spot. His hands were now busy caressing your hips, and his hips were grinding against yours with almost imperceptible movements.Â
You were still asleep.
When he realized that you wouldn't wake up no matter what he did, he began to lick the skin around your nipples. At first it was just small rubs, but they soon turned into sloppy kisses, sucking your nipples hard as his onslaught became stronger than at first.
It was only then that you opened your eyes.
You were still a little groggy from the nap you had taken, so it took you a while to realize what was happening. You came all the way back after Jungkook hit your G-spot a little too hard.
You moaned much louder than usual, opening your eyes wide.
"Jungkook?" you gasped, clinging to his hair as you felt his cock touch your G-spot again.Â
"Noona" he whispered, his voice cracking. Now that you were aroused he could afford to lunge harder. "You feel so good, you're so beautiful, so tight."
You weren't understanding the situation very well, but you weren't going to complain either. Jungkook definitely knew how to make a woman feel good.
"I thought I'd have to hold back, I didn't want to wake you up," he murmured, tightening his grip on your hips as his lunges got faster and messier, "I'm glad you woke up."
"Were you holding back?" you chuckled, groaning at the end of the sentence.
Jungkook was big, much bigger than any of your exes were, and even though you'd been together for quite a while now, you couldn't get used to his size and how well he filled you up. That, coupled with how resilient and flexible he was, made him a perfect lover.Â
Even knowing that, you were still amazed by the fact that Jungkook held back most of the time just so he wouldn't hurt or tease you. It seemed so cute to you.
"Of course I do," he nodded awkwardly, closing his eyes tightly as he licked his bottom lip. He had to let go of your hips and grab hold of the back of your bed in order to continue. It felt even better now that you were awake. He loved hearing your voice. "You looked so tired, but I was so needy" he grunted as he felt you tighten around him, squeezing the backrest until his knuckles turned white, "I thought maybe, if I did it slowly you wouldn't wake up."
You hugged Jungkook's hips with your legs, while your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close until he was close enough to kiss his lips.Â
You tried to make the kiss slow and deep, but Jungkook seemed so desperate. You moaned as you felt him wrap one of his arms around your waist and lift you off the bed until you felt your chest crush against his. It didn't take him long to slip his tongue into your mouth.
You both broke the kiss when you ran out of air. Jungkook wasted no time, and quickly brought his lips down to your breasts, returning his focus to your nipples and how good it felt the way you squeezed each time he sucked on them hard.
You felt close, and it really was hard not to be when Jungkook was fucking and eating your breasts like it was the last time. You pulled his hair tightly, pulling his neck closer to your mouth, nibbling and sucking every space on his skin that looked too empty.
You smiled as you heard your name leave his lips between gasps.
"Noona" he whispered, letting his head fall on your shoulder, "I need...can I...can IâŚ?".Â
"You can cum inside" you kissed his head, feeling his cock stir inside you. Each time it felt even bigger, "It's okay, don't worry."
Jungkook sighed in relief, kissing and licking the skin on your shoulder, letting his hips bump against yours.
The sound of his skin against yours was getting louder and messier, as were the moans from both of you.Â
With his mind too clouded to think clearly, but still quite aware of the situation, Jungkook lowered his hand all the way down, letting his index and ring fingers rub your clit, following the same messy, rapid rhythm his onslaught had.
You clenched your jaw, keeping a loud moan from leaving your lips. Your back curved the moment his fingers touched your sensitive spot.
Suddenly everything he did felt too much for you.
"I don't think I can take much more," he said between grunts, looking at you with dark, clouded eyes.
Seeing your boyfriend's reddened, swollen, glistening lips, his big eyes shining with desire and his messy hair covering his sweaty forehead was enough of a turn-on for you to squeeze his cock even tighter.
He moaned again, but unlike you, he didn't hold it back.
"It's okay, Jungkookie," You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling on it gently, "could you cum for me?" you whispered over his lips, licking the piercing that rested in the corner of it with the tip of your tongue.
Jungkook nodded quickly, letting your pussy milk his cock, and that was enough to cause the knot you felt in your belly to untie. Jungkook didn't stop moving until the last drop of his cum was inside you.
You both took a second before coming down from your euphoria. Jungkook fixed your shirt carefully, leaving a soft kiss on your neck as he finished.Â
You smiled barely, caressing his cheek with your knuckles, "Aren't you going to get out of my pussy?" you asked teasingly.
Jungkook smiled back, but his smile was much bigger than yours, "No, you feel great."
You laughed helplessly, lowering your hands to his waist so you could pinch it gently.Â
"Fine, but this time don't do anything, it's..." you looked at the clock on your bedside table, raising your eyebrows as you saw the time, "You seriously woke me up at five thirty in the morning so we could fuck??"
"We better just close our eyes and rest, we'll talk about this tomorrow" he kissed you shortly, before resting his head on your breasts again and settling back to sleep.
You just rolled your eyes in amusement, hugging Jungkook and letting tiredness take power over you again.
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hey i finally entered void after 4.5 months!! i canât believe my life is so so fun now!!!
what i used :
⢠tumblr for resources; i learnt a lot from bloggers post which introduced me to void.
⢠subliminals on youtube: i just listened to it twice daily but i think u can skip this step
it was such a struggle at first but i let all the tension go away for me to embody itâŚ
what i manifestedâ¨
height and face; i was 5â11 before but i wanted to be shorter cause i didnât like being tallest amongst all girls and even guys. i changed it to 5â3. now i think i look like cute. for face - foxy or siren eyes, positive canthral tilt, fuller lips, no eye bags, sharper nose. i think i might play around my facial features a bit more until i am satisfied with it haha.
avatar editor irl: i used to play sims 4 a lot a lot !! since 5 years iâve been playing it. if you play it too you know thereâs a CREATE A SIM page. itâs somewhat like that but for me in my phone as an app. i can choose clothes or facial features and it changes my face or clothes or accessories irl!! if ur a shifter its like a âLIFA APPâ as youâve heard.
gaming; i am a gamer and i can enter any gaming world at anytime instead of playing it on screen and let me tell u girl!! life has been so fun since!! but dw i donât âdieâ in it i just respawn and also pain setting is 0 i dont feel pain when i enter games. sorry but i also play shooter games haha, dw theyâre NPC AS THEYRE IN GAME THEY DONT FEEL HURT.
be a good student; i didnât cancel school cause i just love the drama thatâs going on loll, and i love outshining people. so i just manifested that i become a good student. whatever i read once i can remember without any revision required. also be more logical to solve math. cause girl i used to FLUNKKK!!
Boyfriend!!: holy i should have put it in number one!! THIS ONE OF THE BESTEST!! heâs literally in the kitchen making me dumplings cause yk- i made him a chef!! btw i made him from scratch from CREATE A SIM lol!! i revised that he has always been going to my school and one year older than me. heâs so handsome istg!! kind of a combination of jacob elordi and jungkook? i canât explain!! u get it tho!;) and heâs also so respectful to women ! oml! almost opposite of those red pilled men (yuck!!!)
friend group: theyre so kind and diverse!! itâs vast !! (17 people incl me) and everyone is so amazing kind talented and everyoneâs from a diff countries!!
language : i can speak korean now, fluently!
there is so many other minor things but these r my faveee!!! ty ty ty for reading and all the bloggers who have helped us.
and if u havenât entered, what r u even thinking! u have and youâll change ur life in a split second like me!! donât worry about taking too much time luvzzz!!
seee u!!!!
So happy for you love đ congrats, and thank you for the tips. Also youâre real for making your bf from scratch đđ
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What do you think their type of girl is: ran, rindou, sanzu and kakucho
TR BOYS AND THEIR TYPE
MDNI 18+
Not proofread. Idk why rans own is the shortest because hes my favđŤ, I got carried away with the restđ,hope you enjoy tho, thank you for the askđ!
âRAN
Ran is into brats! women that are stubborn, women that have an attitude that will be the death of them, women that are way to dramatic and clingy, overall just downright bratty, he'd love to put them in their place when they decide to bitch out on him, he's sadistic and loves to watch them cry while he punishes them.
'You really thought you'd get away after pulling that shit? Then fucking think again, whore, you should be glad I'm putting that dirty mouth of yours to good use' he'd say through gritted teeth while using your mouth th get himself off.
ALSO. He likes when she plays hard to get, he always up for a challenge. I think he'd also be into very studious girs, like student council, top of all her classes type shit because it boosts his ego, and melts his heart, knowing that someone so uptight would crumble within mere seconds under his touch.
âRINDOU
He honestly just loves women, he really isn't that picky when it comes to his type but he would fall 10Ă harder for a girl if she was clingy and really into pda. You might disagree but I think rindou is a moderate fan of pdađ he just loves all the attention he'd get.... The fact that his girlfriend would always want to hold hands or want him to have his anywhere on her body, a girl that just needs him would ignite a fire in him, he may not show it but he enjoys being wanted...
Your mouth hung agape and you saw stars as rindou thrusted into you at an inhumane pace, all while bending you almost painfully over the sink. "Fuckârin!" You cried as his hand came down on your ass, you looked like a mess as you locked gaze with yourself in the mirror, tears streaming down your face, makeup all ruined while rindou pounded into you from behind. "You just can't keep your hands to yourself huh?" He says punctuating each word with a slap to your behind. "Don't fucking cry, you wanted this and now you'll take everything I give you and thank me after" yeah... when you came back to the others it was pretty obvious what went down.
âSANZU
He likes himself a bimbo, a woman that's that kind, caring, innocent and downright stupid, a girl that's book smart, but stupid in anything else. The type dumb of girl that walks around in tight clothes and thinks the men staring at her being friendly, of course he gets annoyed when she fails to realize that someone is flirting with her, or when she ask the most dumb question and won't stop fucking talking, but it's okaayyy, he loves to shut her up and teach her a lesson!!
"W-wait haru! too much" you'd yelp from your spot on the bed, trying to break free from your restraints to tug him away from your aching pussy. He smirks and runs his tongue up your slit, sticking one more finger into your tight littel hole and sucking harshly on your clit, "you're a fucking whore, if i didn't know any better I'd think you did that on purpose because you wanted a punishment" he spat harshly at you, you lost count of how many times you came, all you were sure of was that he needed to stop because it was all too much. "Baby I'm sorry! I di-didn't know he was flirting", he scoffs slapping your cunt making tears form on your waterline, "how could you not know? He was all up in your fucking face, talking about he could be better to you than me, are you dumb, or just dumb." It was a statement, not a question and you mourned seeing him sit up to undo his pants, it was gonna be a long fucking night.
âKAKUCHO
Kakucho is another one that just loves women⥠he's smitten for women that are confident, it drives him crazy (in a good way) when a girl is passionate and radiates good energy. That popular girl that everyone knows and loves, the girl that every guy wants, the girl that everyone would throw hands for if she ever cried. He wants that type of girl so he can be there for her, and see the side of her no one else gets to. Even the sad side that she never shows, he'll take great pride that he was able to break down her walls and be the only one too see her In that different night. He want to be the one that makes the false happiness, that no one else could detect, real.
"Shh, it's okay" he'd whisper sweet nothings I to your ear at night while he made love to you. Some nights rough, others slow and sensual, it all depended on how you felt, and right now you were sad, all you wanted was the him to love on you, melt all the sadness away. And that's exactly what he would do.
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Ë ŕźâĄ âď˝ĄË LET ME SHOW YOU MY MAN !
pairing : charles leclerc x fem!reader
summary : netizens have been shipping you with countless actors in hopes of finding your partner. after your new film came out and the internet has done it once again, you begin soft-launching your long-term relationship, making everyone confused who the mystery person is.
genre : smau, fluff, some crack, established relationship, actress!reader
warning(s) : please imagine ynâs user is some creative portmanteau with chase atlantic
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ynlntic âcharlieâs angelsâ out now !! starring the lovely kristen stewart, @Â ellabalinska, @Â elizabethbanks and me.
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f1fan carlos in the likes?
ellabalinska Absolutely loved working with you 𤊠Keep up the good work! âĽď¸ by author
mackenziefoy Snatching hearts left and right already with your debut film
ynlntic what can I say? Iâm irresistible
ynfan i love her đ
charles_leclerc Beau jeu dâacteur âĽď¸ by author
15 November 2019
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ynlntic hasnât anyone told you that normal is the cruelest insult of all? âcruellaâ out now :) so so happy to work with the queen emma thompson on this project. thanks to my sidekicks joel fry and @Â paulwhausergram too.
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zendaya Itâs crazy how you can act such a cruel person when youâre so lovely in real life
ynlntic youâre too kind
chaseatlantic â¤ď¸
ynlntic hi (Iâm shaking my heart belongs to you)
fernandoalo_oficial Bravo! đ âĽď¸ by author
paulwesley Are you perhaps interested in becoming a vampire?
ynlntic let me think about it ⌠yes
reneerapp dm me pls
paulwhausergram Sheâs a homicidal maniac and youâre not!
ynlntic well, we donât know that. Iâm still young.
user is this referring to the dry thanks in the last sentence âĽď¸ by author
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ynlntic I went blonde for this one. âsaltburnâ in select theatres now. love you guys @Â keoghan92 @Â jacobelordi @Â mspike @Â richard.e.grant @Â archmadekwe my precious catton family.
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archmadekwe Youâll always be on my team for tennis â¤ď¸
ynlntic Iâll choose you any day
keoghan92 Oliver Quick Catton đ§ âĽď¸ by author
ynfan2 spoiler alert? đŤ˘
landonorris Youâre hot
ynlntic thanks lan
f1fan2 LAN???
sydney_sweeney iâm already in love âĽď¸ by author
jacobelordi You look great in blonde, sis
ynlntic and you look great in a bathtub, bro
17 November 2023
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ynlntic never going back to economy again. âupgradedâ out now !! from watching @ archierenaux3 and @ marisatomei on a screen to costarring in a film together 𼚠such a dream come true.
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jessie_mei_li soo excited :)
ynlntic I bagged another cast member âŚâŚ
charles_leclerc I can make sure you never fly economy again
f1fan3 so much for being slick
sabrinacarpenter text me i love u âĽď¸ by author
georgerussell63 Any chance youâre free before the season?
ynlntic 90% chance. would you fly me in first class?
georgerussell63 I know someone who can do that for you đ âĽď¸ by author
f1fan4 then thereâs charlesâ untouched comment just above LOL
tomholland2013 Still waiting for that hangout invite.
archmadekwe Me or him
ynlntic me
9 February 2024
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ynlntic stuff you havenât seen before âcause theyâre mine
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ynfan2 SHEâS FINALLY POSTING NON-PROMOTION STUFF !!!
lailahasanovic canât wait for more of these đ âĽď¸ by author
ncentineo I donât get why Langston didnât fall for all three
ynlntic âcause elena didnât want him and sabrinaâs for the girls
ynfan3 at last the queen has posted a POST đŠ
ynfan4 HOLD UP đ¤đť MISS MAâAM WHO IS THE PERSON IN THE LAST SLIDE
ynfan5 probably her boyfriend archie madekwe (iâm delusional)
archmadekwe đ¤
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ynlntic special day today
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jaehyunfan ARIANA (JAEHYUN) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ???
user2 wait she was just brunette a while ago
ynlntic wig
ynfan6 EXCUSE ME SALTBURN WAS A WIG??? âĽď¸ by author
_jeongjaehyun thanks for the cake âĽď¸ by author
ynfan7 she listens to laufey đĽš
f1fan5 the heart with the c in the middle?
reneerapp what is that BOOK you are reading
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ynfan8 sheâs taken guys we lost her ⌠đ
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ynlntic I was told we were to play mario kart
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landonorris You can be the next Jann Mardenborough
ynlntic sign me up for formula banana peels đđťââď¸
f1fan6 hold awn @Â charles_leclerc went karting today too
joris__trouche Tu ĂŠtais formidable! Ne laissez personne vous dire le contraire (@Â andferrari007 đ)
ynlntic merci joris ! âĄ
f1fan7 this literally confirms it.
ynfan9 girlie your fans are going crazy đđđť save us from this torture and tell us who this man is PLZZZZ
ynfan10 iâm so scared for her and her partner, whoever they are âŚ
ynfan11 this series of soft-launching and posting trivial things about her life is so precious to me
ynfan12 fr! i feel like a proud mother watching her child grow up đĽš
20 February 2024
keep a lookout for part two ঢ়( â˘Ě á â˘Ě ঢ়)
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Hey luv, hope all is well. So, I just previously read your spencer x girly!reader and I absolutely loved them. While reading the chess part, an idea sparked.
So if possible could you do something similar where Spencie boy and girly!reader are playing chess and she is obviously frustrated or something because she doesnât understand. So being the amazing boy wonder he is, Spencer secretly acts like he had no good moves and the reader just starts pointing out the moves he could make not knowing he can clearly see those moves and he lets the reader win making her super excited and happy and immediately sets the board back and starts another game.
I just think it would be so cute to see how Spencer would just gaze at and admire the reader as she is focused and asks questions. If this is too confusing or too similar to the original chess part no worries. Itâs simply a mere thought I had. Do with it what you please!!!
Love your works and your blog đĽ°đ¤
đđĄđđđ¤đŚđđđ, đđ°đđđ đđ¨đŻđđŤ đđ¨đ˛ âĄ
Thank you so much, hun ⥠I't makes me so happy to hear that you liked the other ones, I've had so much fun with them. And thank you so much for this request, it's such a cute scenario!
Spencer Reid x girly!reader|| Masterlist || Spencer playlist
summary: Spencer truly canât believe how lucky he is to have you in his life. With you, everything just feels so natural, despite him being in completely foreign waters. You keep being patient with him, every step of the way. With you, everything just falls into place, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally fitting snugly into its spot. All he ever want to do is make you smile, even when it means that he has to lose in chess on purpose. Part one & part two đ
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a/n: I was actually in a chess club in school, but we did not play chess, so sorry if the chess parts arenât very accurate, I tried my best, lol.
Spencer watches you intently, his heart swelling with adoration at the sight of you trying your best. He can see the determination in your eyes, the way you furrow your brow in concentration, and it only deepens the love he feels for you. Your stained lips pouting sweetly as you contemplate your next move
You let out an exasperated sigh, leaning back in your chair with a frustrated expression. âI just donât understand this game, Spence. I feel like Iâm making all the wrong moves,â you sigh, moving your knight in a random direction. âAt this point Iâm just making moves for the sake of it.â
Spencer canât help but smile at your frustration, finding it endearing how you get so worked up over a game of chess. Moving your knight wasnât the best move you could have made, but he doesnât want to tell you that, and it wasnât the worst move either. He reaches out to gently place his hand on top of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze, but he lets his fingers linger for a little while. It always manages to surprise him how soft your skin is, and how it feels so warm and comforting beneath his touch.
You look up at him, your pretty eyes meeting his gaze and Spencer feels how his heart skips a beat at the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks.
âHey, donât be so hard on yourself. Some people use their entire life to master this game, and youâve only been playing for a few weeks,â he reminds you. âYouâre doing great, and trust me, youâre not as lost as you think you are.â
You smile softly at his reassurance. âSo, what Iâm hearing you say is that if I keep going, thereâs still a chance that I can be a big old chess nerd like you?â you tease, nudging him playfully.
Spencer chuckles at your teasing, loving the way you always manage to make him laugh, something he hasnât always had an easy time with. âHey, being a nerd isnât that bad, okay?â
âNo, itâs not,â you agree, leaning in closer to him. âIn fact, I think itâs kind of cute.â Spencerâs heart flutters at your words, feeling a warmth spread through him at the way you look at him with such affection.
Spencer knows many things, arguably too many things, but he will never be able to understand what you see in him, youâre so beautiful and confident and always so kind to everyone, there is no doubt in his mind that you are way, way out of his league, but he is grateful every day that you, for whatever reason, chose him.
âIâm glad you think so,â he mumbles, a slight blush dusting his cheeks at your words.
âI actually think youâre very cute, you know,â you say playfully, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face with a gentle touch. Spencer can feel his heart racing in his chest as he looks into your eyes, seeing nothing but love and admiration reflected back at him.
He leans in closer to you, unable to resist the magnetic pull that always seems to bring you both together. Your lips meet in a soft, tender kiss, filled with all the love and affection that Spencer feels for you. In that moment, nothing else matters except for the two of you and the way your hearts beat as one.
As you pull away, a smile tugs at the corners of Spencerâs lips, a smile that only you can bring out in him. âI love you,â he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth.
âI love you too, Spence,â you respond, your eyes shining with your own smile, bright and full of happiness.
Spencer will never be able to wrap his head around why you love him, but damn he is glad and forever grateful that you do. If he could travel back in time and tell his younger self that he would find someone as amazing and wonderful as you - that someone as beautiful and kind hearted as you would ever love him, he wouldnât have believed it, he would probably think that it was some kind of cruel joke. But here you are.
Itâs overwhelming, really, the love and adoration he feels for you in every fiber of his being. He never knew he could feel this way about someone, never knew that someone could make him feel so alive and complete. The fact that he feels so at home and normal with another person in his life is beyond anything he could have ever imagined.
But with you, everything just feels so natural, despite him being in completely foreign waters, you keep being patient with him every step of the way and with you by his side, it doesnât seem so daunting anymore. With you, everything just falls into place, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally fitting snugly into its spot.
âOh, you got somethingâŚâ you whisper, almost more to yourself than him. He is confused for a short second, until he feels your thumb brush against the corner of his mouth, wiping away the trace of lipstick that had transferred from your lips to his. Spencer chuckles at the realization, feeling a warm rush of affection for you. âThereâŚâ you say with a soft smile.
Spencer canât help but chuckle at the tender gesture, feeling a surge of warmth behind his chest.
âYou canât keep distracting me like this,â you tease, leaning in closer to him with a mischievous glint in your eye. âIâm actually trying to beat you at this game, you know.â
Spencerâs smile widens at your playful tone, a twinkle in his eye as he looks at you. âWho says Iâm going to make it easy for you?â he responds, his voice laced with amusement.
âYou did! You literally said that you would go easy on me,â you pout, crossing your arms in mock annoyance.
Spencer laughs, a sound that fills the room with joy. âOkay, okay, I may have said that,â he concedes, âbut, I donât think you really need me to, you know. Youâre a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, and I wouldnât be surprised if you ended up beating me at my own game someday.â
âI doubt that,â you mumble, looking back at the board with furrowed brows.
Spencer leans back in his chair, watching you with admiration as you study the board, he can see the gears turning in your head. He knows what move he should be doing, the move that could make him win the game, but he isnât really interested in that.
âWell, it looks like Iâm running out of options,â he say, feigning defeat as he moves his bishop into a vulnerable position.
You glance up at him. âYou could have moved your rook to that square and set up a potential checkmate in a few moves,âyou point out, sounding both surprised and proud that you saw the possible move.
Spencer had, of course, seen that it would have been the right move to make, but he wanted to give you a chance to shine, and to prolong the game. Seeing the pride and satisfaction in your eyes is worth more than winning any game ever could.
âOh, youâre right,â he says, trying to sound surprised, like he hadnât seen that move multiple rounds in advance. But he must not be a very convincing actor, and he canât help but smile as he watches the look of realization dawn on your face.
You roll your eyes playfully, seeing right through his act. âYouâre such a goof, Spence,â you giggle, shaking your head in amusement. âBut thank you for giving me a chance to show off a little.â
âI guess I just wanted to give you a fighting chance,â he says, leaning in closer to you.
You playfully swat at his arm, a laugh escaping your lips. âDork,â you tease, but thereâs a fondness in your tone that makes his heart swell with even more love for you, and he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, before leaning back again to look at you, his heart overflowing with adoration for you.
You playfully roll your eyes, but thereâs a hint of gratitude in your expression. âWell, thanks for the favor,â you say with a smile, moving your queen in a strategic position that surprises Spencer.
He raises an eyebrow in surprise at your move, impressed by your strategic thinking. âOh, someoneâs feeling confident now, huh?â he teases, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
You shrug nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in your eyes. âWell, you did say you werenât going to go easy on me,â you quip, moving your pieces with a newfound determination.
Spencer watches you closely, his heart filled with pride at the way youâre starting to grasp the game more and more and making better and better strategic moves. He canât help but admire your intelligence and quick thinking, feeling a sense of awe at the way you surprise him at every turn.
And yes, he might go a little easy on you from time to time, but he can see that youâre starting to understand the game on a deeper level. And that, to him, is worth more than winning a game of chess ever could.
As the game progresses, Spencer can see the determination in your eyes, the way you carefully plan out your moves and anticipate his next move
âYouâre really giving me a run for my money, arenât you?â Spencer remarks, a smile playing on his lips as he watches you strategize your next move. You give him a sly grin, clearly enjoying the challenge. âI told you not to underestimate me, Spence,â you say confidently, moving your knight into a position that puts him on the defensive.
Spencer chuckles, impressed by your bold move. âI should know better by now,â he admits, moving his rook to protect his vulnerable bishop. The game continues, each move calculated and strategic, and Spencer canât help but admire the way youâve grown since your first game together.
âCheckmate,â you say triumphantly, a grin stretching across your face as you realize youâve won. Spencer canât help but smile back, feeling a rush of excitement and happiness at your victory. âWell done, darling,â he says, leaning in to give you a congratulatory kiss.
âI still feel like you went easy on me, but thank you,â you tease, a playful glint in your eye. Spencer canât help but laugh, feeling grateful for the opportunity to see the excited smile that is lighting up your face, making your already beautiful features shine even brighter with a sense of pride.
âMaybe I did, maybe I didn't,â he teases back, a twinkle in his eye. âBut regardless, you did really well, I canât believe how far youâve come in such a short amount of time.â
You grin at his words. âWell, Iâve had a really great teacher,â you remark. âAnd he is, like, sooo handsome too. Itâs actually wild that I could even concentrate on the game,â you add with a wink before youâre leaning in to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.
Spencerâs heart flutters at your words, feeling a surge of love and adoration for you that he canât quite put into words, they are too big and too overwhelming to express, so instead he tries to pour every bit of that love and adoration into the kiss that he returns to you.
He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him as he deepens the kiss, savoring the feeling of being so close to you, of sharing this moment. He might have lost the game, but because of you, he has never felt like less of a loser.
As you both pull away, a smile lingers on both of your faces, and Spencer canât help but feel like the luckiest man alive. âI love you,â he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and adoration.
âI love you too, Spence,â you respond, your eyes filled with nothing but love and affection for him âNow help me set this board up again, I want to beat you fair and square this time,â you say with a playful glint in your eye. Spencer chuckles at your competitive spirit, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he helps you set up the board once more.
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Hickey prank on LDS boys
warnings: fluff, pranks, someone nearly cries but all good in the end. Someone is a bit suggestive, but nothing explicit.
characters: Zayn, Rafayel, Xavier x reader (separately)
a/n: at first I wasn't sure how to write kdkdf I hope you guys like it though! Also thank you so much for being so supportive of me I love you all đđđđ
Classification: scenarios
Zayne âď¸
You couldn't help but giggle quietly to yourself as you made your way to his office. You made sure to cover your neck appropriately as you entered the hospital and greeted some familiar faces. This was possibly one of the dumbest jokes you had ever come up with, what kind of expression would Zayne make when he saw a hickey on your neck?
He was a meticulous man, he always tried to leave marks where no one could see them, he knew that it was not appropriate for other people to see them and, although he wanted to mark you as his, he more than anything respected you.Â
So what would he say when he saw a hickey in a place he would never leave it?Â
âAre you going to stand there until I open the door for you?" You jumped in surprise when the door suddenly opened and Zayne appeared in front of you, an eyebrow raised and a small smirk playing on his lips.Â
You pouted, âhello to you too, Dr. Zayne.âÂ
He chuckled quietly, grabbing your hand and kissing your palm. âHello. Come in.â
He let you in and closed the door behind him. You unceremoniously dragged a chair next to his and sat beside him, making him roll his eyes warmly as he sat himself and went to work right away. Zayne. He seemed especially busy that day; you bit your lip to hide a smile as you removed your scarf with a huff.Â
âYour office is a little hot, Zayne. Are not you hot?"Â
âNo. The temperature is just right," he raised his face and your heart skipped a beat when he looked at you. "In any case, aren't you covered up too much?"Â
You pulled the collar of your shirt as much as possible to show the hickey you had painted on yourself, but Zayne didn't seem to notice.Â
âIt's cold outside, Dr. Zayne and I don't see a jacket here? Did you come only with your sweater? It's going to be colder la-
He put his thumb in his mouth and licked it lightly as he leaned closer to you. Your breathing stopped as he lifted your chin with his other hand to look at your neck.
You blushed slightly. "Z-Zayne... I'm so sorry, I didn't-Â
You jumped as you felt his thumb against your skin. And without further ado, he smudged the hickey with his thumb.Â
âSorry,â he said, lowering your chin to look at you. The mischievous little smirk on his lips made you nervous. âYou had something on your neck,â he said, and after a breath, he moved closer to your ear. "Next time you try to prank meâŚ,â he whispered, lips brushing against the sensitive skin, making you shiver, "... you could work a little harder on your little drawings. I am a doctor. I can perfectly tell a bruise from a little paint stain. Nice try, princess." He kissed your neck, biting in it gently.Â
You sighed, âyou are no fun.â
Zayne chuckled against your skin. "Maybe I should give you a real one as reference?"
"N-No, Zayne. I'm sorry, I- ngh! S-Someone will hear us!â
âNot if you're a quiet good girl.â
You should've known better.Â
Rafayel đ
It was all Rafayel's fault. He always made stupid comments about other people to make you jealous. Obviously you had to get revenge somehow to shut up his big mouth.Â
The mark on your neck was subtle and you thought it looked like the real thing. Perfect. It wasn't long before Rafayel arrived from his errands. As soon as he walked through the door, your neck was going to be in plain view with that little hickey that he was going to know immediately that he didn't do it.
Hehehe. The perfect plan!Â
Your heart raced when you hear the beeps outside the door. He was here!Â
âUgh, I'm tired!â He said as soon as he entered the house. âI hate running errands.âÂ
âWelcome back, Rafayel!â You said excitedly. âHow did it go?â
âI'm back⌠it was alright. I just didn't- is that a hickey?âÂ
You gasped, covering the hickey with your hand. âFuck. I forgot to cover itâŚâ
âCover it? Why would you? Didn't I- wait⌠are you cheating on me?âÂ
You got up from your spot on the sofa. âI'm so sorry, Rafayel! It's just⌠you were away and I-Â
He sighed, âI can't believe you,â he rubbed his face. He really looked angry. âSo you're saying everytime I was away you were having affairs? I won't tolerate this. Look, I'll be out for a while, plenty time for you to grab your stuff and leave. I don't want to see you here anymore.â
Your eyes widened. This was not part of the plan! Rafayel walked out the door and you couldn't move or speak. You had ruined it! Panting, you finally found strength and ran towards the door.Â
âNo, Rafayel! Wait please this is not what it seems!â You opened the door and collapsed against his chest. Breathlessly looking up at him, he was grinning mischievously.Â
âDo you really think I'd fall on your little tricks? Don't be silly. You can't prank me!â You blinked and little tears blurred your vision as you wrapped your arms around his waist and hid your face against his chest.
He chuckled, âthere, there. Maybe next time you won't do something silly like this, hmm?âÂ
You shook your head. Definitely never again.
Xavier â
As you perfected the small spot on your neck, you couldn't help but think that maybe you were doing a little wrong. Poor Xavier, he hasn't even woken up and you were already thinking of pranking him⌠but he was always so serious, you wanted to see the kind of face he would make when he saw that there was a hickey on your neck.
He wasn't one to mark you (on the contrary, he liked it better when you marked him), so he was definitely going to be surprised. You jumped a little when you heard his footsteps in the room and you quickly went to the kitchen to make coffee. As if attracted by the smell, Xavier appeared in the kitchen in an instant and you turned around with a steaming cup of coffee in your hands.
âGood morning, sunshine,â you greeted him with a bright smile.
âGood morn-
His arms that were reaching out to hug you froze halfway while his eyes fell on your neck. You tried not to smile as you covered the area.
âX-Xav⌠I can explain it. It's just that-
âWhy are you cheating on me? Did I do something?â
You shook your head. âYou didn't do anything, it's just⌠this person was really pretty and you know how you were away on your mission? I just - Xavier, are you crying?â
His eyes became glassy and, although no tears were running down his cheeks, you could see those salty droplets gathering at the bottom edge of his eyes. You didn't know how, but in a second you put the cup aside and your arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him tightly.
"It was a joke," you murmured tearfully. "Look, it's makeup," you said, only removing your hand to rub the mark on your neck and make it disappear. âI'm sorry. That was stupid, wasn't it? I didn't think it would hurt you so much, I'm so sorry.â
He listened to you carefully and gently touched the skin of your neck. Then he let out a small giggle.
âI see⌠it is a little fun, but please don't do anything like this again.â
You smiled softly, shaking your head. âI won't. I promise.â
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My Love Is Mine All Mine
Week 2 of my Playlist series đ§đ
Summary: Spencer Reid always liked broken things, but you didn't think you could be fixed. Maybe all you needed was understanding and companionship.
Warnings: slight angst, case details mentioned - misogyny, kidnapping, etc, but no graphic/ explicit details. Hurt/Comfort.
A/N: Tumblr, please let me post haha I've been good, I promise đ This fic is so late because I've been having some technical issues with tumblr and it has greatly annoyed me, so hopefully if you're seeing this it's been fixed? Who knows... Thank you to everyone who has sent in songs so far for the Playlist series, I'll be cresting the playlist today and posting it for everyone to see and use!
Masterlist || Series Playlist
Falling for Spencer Reid wasn't in your plan for the new year, but looking back, it was probably something that was just bound to happen.Â
He'd been the first person to show you any kindness after everything you went through, the first person who hadn't put their own rigid horror at your past before their attempts at sympathy.Â
You watched the way people recoiled from you as you told them - bluntly, you had to be blunt - what the man in the cabin had done to you.Â
He listened to your words, didn't interrupt, didn't quietly shake in anger, and refuse to meet your eyes like your father did, didn't weep for her baby like your mother did. He took your hand as it shook. He held your gaze.Â
It was his job to ask questions, but there weren't many left to answer.Â
The only reason you were alive was because his team had tracked the string of bodies to your kidnappers home. You were alive because one of his coworkers had put a bullet through his head, ending your nightmare.Â
The very idea of love was repulsive to you as you emerged from that basement in the first days of the next year, and you remembered thinking the snow looked fresh and soft. You remembered wanting to lay in it, to wrap it around yourself like a warm blanket and drift into sleep. The cold ground would be as much comfort as you would allow yourself.Â
Because after everything, you knew you didn't deserve love.Â
You accepted understanding from him, though.Â
When the shock wore off, you were awash in all the misery inflicted upon you. You raged, kicked, screamed, broke things, and made people uncomfortable. Nothing would numb the pain of being trapped inside your head, your head still trapped inside that basement, that cage.Â
He came to visit you at the hospital. The nurses had given up on you, were content you were physically healing, and that they had technically done their job but not bothered by your deteriorating mental state. Some days, you swore that they pierced your skin in the wrong places purposefully, not even searching for your vein.Â
But then he was there, with a book and a chess board, and he'd asked you if you'd ever played before.Â
âNo. Chess always seemed tooâŚâ You swallowed the bile that drowned your lungs and tried again. âBefore, it was boring. An old person game, too many rules. Now⌠He said we shouldn't do things like this. Said we shouldn't cultivate our minds.âÂ
It was a confession again, but one that took a weight off your shoulders, and not one that pushed it further down.Â
âWould you like to learn?â His tone was so soft and awkward, like a teenage boy asking a girl out on a first date, that you almost giggled.Â
âI'll be honest and say you'll never beat me, I've played through most board combinations, including a large proportion of the 10^80 theorised checkmate positions, so if you'd rather do something else, that's fine, or I can leave, too, if⌠you'd⌠prefer?âÂ
You had laughed then, a thing that bubbled up from the pit of your stomach and left your shoulders shaking as you gasped for breath doubled over.Â
You'd been in hell for six months, and he'd drawn you out of it for a few moments by rambling about chess.Â
âAre you a patient person, Doctor Reid?âÂ
âI think so.â
âThen set up the board and let's play.âÂ
He beat you every time, obviously, but you enjoyed his small explanations of the moves, and you did improve slightly.Â
More than that, you enjoyed his company. It wasn't that you talked extensively In your hospital room, oscillating between your lowest point and somewhere just a rung above that where the snow was falling and the air was fresh, but that he never looked at you the way others did.Â
You were discharged and were sad to lose that small glimmer of normality. He'd come twice a week throughout January, and now you were back in your usual shape. You were being discharged, and so that would end.Â
You were surprised that he came to pick you up from the hospital the day you left.Â
The parents who had looked everywhere for you for half a year hadn't wanted to, and the close friends from before hadn't spared you a thought since reposting your missing poster on their social media pages.Â
But the man you played chess with twice a week, the man who'd carried you out of hell himself was there.Â
âReady to go?â You nodded, dumbstruck, and followed as he grabbed your bag.Â
You weren't exactly sure where it was you were going, but you followed the man anyway, only a small part of your brain shouting in protest considering the last time you'd been blindly trusting.
He led you back to an apartment with some bare furnishings but a large window and a warm soft blanket covering the bed. It wasn't his, but yours.Â
âYour parents are paying for it. They're taking the city to court due to the circumstances. Apparently, there were numerous phone calls to law enforcement that went unnoticed, but the city is looking to settle, so you don't have to worry about rent for a while, maybe ever again. The WiFi is all set up, hot water is working, and so is the heating. The locks are triple enforced, and I'm right down the hall, so if you need-âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
He blinked at you and suddenly, looking sheepish, as if becoming aware that he'd presumed a friendship between the two of you without consulting you first.Â
âI live down the hall.âÂ
You stared at each other for a few moments as you processed his words. He lived down the hall. He'd driven you to your new home, set everything up for you, and he lived down the hall.Â
âYou're a good man, Spencer Reid.â You whispered, turning away to not let the moment linger anymore than it already had.Â
Chess nights became routine. You'd set up the board and play for an hour or two or until you were sick of losing.Â
Gradually, though, the nights got longer. He'd arrive just as you were eating a meal, and you'd invite him to join you, or he'd bring along takeaway and you'd eat quietly together, talking about everything and nothing. Â
One day, you'd mentioned a film. A popular one, one you'd loved as a child and still rewatched to this day.Â
âI've never seen it, is it good?â He'd said. And in your shock, you jumped up and sent half the chessboard flying.Â
âWell, it seems that now our game is over, that we have time to give you an education, Doctor Reid.âÂ
âI have three PhD's-âÂ
âAnd still you haven't seen Clueless?âÂ
You'd pulled him over to the couch he'd picked out for you, loaded up the movie and then invented a new tradition.Â
Chess nights and film nights were separate days of the week. So he could always promise to be around for one of them even if he had to miss the other because of work.Â
You didn't ask him about his job anymore. He saved people like you, and you didn't need to be thinking about people like you too much.
What they went through, if they survived physically. If they survived in other ways.Â
He always visited you first when he returned, though. There would be a knock on your door at some point in the day or night, and he'd let you know he was home safe.Â
Another tradition. You'd opened the door to let him in the first time he'd returned from a case after you moved in, and he'd leaned down and wrapped his arms around you.Â
You heard the breath of relief, loud and emotional, and hadn't quite realised it had come from you until a few minutes later. Some part of you had thought he wouldn't come back.Â
Now, every time he came home, you ran to the door and quietly comforted each other, reminding the other that no matter what happened, you were both there for each other.Â
You weren't sure when traditions and movies turned into love or if it had lingered over you the entire time. You didn't think you could love someone right then, your heart broken into small pieces with the torment you'd suffered.Â
But it was stitched back together with pieces of him still lodged inside. He was in the very fabric of your being as you became whole again.Â
The truth was that you most likely couldn't find love again because there was no room in your heart for anyone else. And you'd never be able to reschedule chess nights to go on dates anyway.Â
You weren't sure if Spencer ever figured out how much of hum you carried around with him, how your eyes followed his lips as he ran through decades of memories to give you the fact he thought would please you the most. You weren't sure if he loved you as much as you did him until you were.
You'd agreed to watch one of his movies for a change, agreeing to stop the streak of 80s brat pack classics to watch a black and white war film from Russia with no subtitles. You'd sat together on that couch under blankets you'd bought together months earlier, and he'd pulled you in closer.
âI want to watch the movie and translate at the same time. You should sit here.â He'd pulled you into his lap, letting your back fall against his chest as his lips fell to your ears, and he began to whisper.Â
Sitting there so closely, so intimately, was almost torture. Unconsciously, your head tipped back with his words, displaying your neck and shoulders, silently willing his lips to drift even once. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you did your best not to squirm the entire movie, but with your heart beating out of your chest, it was a hopeless cause.Â
âDid you enjoy it?â He whispered as the credits rolled, but you hadn't even noticed the movie had ended. It wasn't until the silence that followed his question stretched out notably that you came back to reality. You couldn't answer, in fact. You gaped for a few short moments, hoping something vague but accurate enough would just pop into your mind.Â
As you attempted to negotiate yourself out of distraction, you turned your face to his, but he was closer than you thought.
Your noses touched, and your breaths mingled. His arms still wrapped around your waist, and your blankets still anchored you to one another.Â
âI wasn't paying attention to the movie, Spencer. I'm sorry.â The words came out of you so fast, yet so quietly that you were surprised yourself how honest you had chosen to be.Â
âWhy not?â He asked, eyes having drifted sleepily down to gaze at your lips.Â
You didn't answer his question but felt your cheeks flush red. You thought about pulling away, moving back, or at least laughing everything off, but you didn't. You stayed there, still like a deer in headlights.Â
âYour voice was too distracting,â You forced some of the tension out of your body and let your head fall against his shoulder again, hoping this moment wouldn't end anytime soon.Â
âDistracting?â He sounded concerned and shifted in his seat, lifting you up from your happy place in his arms until you were again face to face. âDid I make you uncomfortable?âÂ
The look on his face was so concerned and focused that you had to pause for a second to catch your breath. He cared about your comfort so much and paid attention to each word that came out of your mouth. He wanted your happiness more than anything in the world.Â
âNo. I'm never uncomfortable with you, Spencer.â You were back to whispering now, hands floating up to grab his own, fidgeting by his sides. You bought them up to your face and guided his hands to your cheeks, needing to show him just how comfortable you were with him in actions, not just words. Words could be dishonest. Actions were honest.Â
His concern melted away as he began stroking your cheek with his thumb, smiling sweetly at you.Â
Though you were both content, you'd never been quite this intimate before. So when his thumb swiped over the corner of your lips, your eyes both caught on each other. You could see him weighing up the outcomes in his head, going back and forth between pulling away and pushing in closer.
Slowly and softly, as though he were trying not to startle you, his head moved closer until his lips were on yours.Â
It was a quiet kiss. You wouldn't describe it as fireworks, or butterflies, or anything loud and grand and passionate. It was quiet, and it was right.Â
He pulled away seconds later, trying to gauge your reaction, but you followed him away and kissed him again.Â
When you finally pulled away, it took you a few seconds to realise you'd climbed back into his lap, unconsciously having moved closer to him. You guiltily looked up, waiting to see any discomfort on his features, but to your surprise, he was busy straightening out your hair.Â
âI love you, Spencer,â you whispered as he took care of you. He smiled, looking down at you once again, pulling his arms around you to gently lower both of you down to a laying position on your couch.Â
âI love you, too,â he said as you held each other and drifted into contented sleep.
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Hi!! Can i request a hurt/comfort hotch x reader?
Reader is starting to feel lonely in the relationship cause for the past 2 months hotch has only been home for a week total and she really misses him. They havenât had time to themselves cause even when hotch is in virginia heâs in the office and him getting called out on a case during his day off happens more often than the both of them want to. and even when they text and call itâs not the same.
anyway hotch comes home in the middle of the night after a case and he just finds reader on the sofa crying cause she just really misses her boyfriend and the two of them finally talk about it.
You have permission to break my heart with the angst and put it back together. I know its long and i have no clue if it made sense so im sorryđđ enjoy your dayđ
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â pairing: aaron hotchner x plus size!reader
â summary: you knew that being with aaron meant that his job came first, you just hadn't realized how badly it would actually affect you. now, your life and love is on the line.
â warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! you have been warned!, thoughts of breaking up, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, hints of depression.
â wc: 905
â a/n: my first long fic back being angst LMAOOOO. i'm not going to lie, writing this kind of bummed me out a bit but that's how i knew it was going to be good LOL. but never fear, i got a few smutty things in the works, so keep a silly little eye out for that!! i love you guys so so much and thank you for your request!
masterlist | AO3
The room felt melancholic. Empty.Â
The sounds of laughter that had once bounced off of the walls of your home now rang silently, one of the only people that knew of the joy that once made your house a home was long gone on a case right now.
You donât know what to do. How could you last like this? How could your relationship? How could Jack?
Jack, the precious little boy that you had taken under your wing even before you and Aaron had ever made it official. You knew he missed his father dearly, but with every large life milestone the boy had completed, Aaron had missed out on. It had gotten to the point where Jack doesnât bother to ask you if he could call his dad to tell him about it, because nine times out of ten, he knew that Aaron wouldnât answer.
So now as you sit here on the couch in the dark with your head in your hands, you canât help but think that maybe this was it, that it was time to consider the very dreaded other option.Â
You tried your best to make your relationship with Aaron work, God did you try, but having to sit there and endure weeks of radio silence, of not knowing whether or not he was alive was excruciating. When he did have time to text or call you, every conversation was more and more distant.Â
Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, and your bottom lip trembled. You crossed your arms and placed them on your knees where you leaned on them, staring out into the abyss of your dimly lit living room. You had just put Jack to sleep, and you didnât want to risk waking him up.
Your eyes solemnly scaled the walls where the pictures of your little family hung, frames upon frames of happy smiling faces.Â
What happened?
It was the fact you were absolutely drowning in your thoughts that you didnât hear your front door unlock â something that your boyfriend would deeply frown upon.Â
Aaron wasnât surprised to find the apartment quiet, what he was surprised to find was your silhouette illuminated by a single lamp. What really set off the alarms in his brain was your shivering shoulders, which could only mean one thing.
âSweetheart?â His deep voice pierced the thin air hovering above you. You just shook your head, any happiness that would have left your mouth died in your throat, the words leaving you was, âWe have to talk.â
You hated doing this, but whoâs to say he wonât get called in tomorrow? No, you had to do this now.
Aaron felt his heart fall into his stomach as he made his way over towards you, gently sitting down on the cushion next to yours, almost as if he was afraid to scare you.
âOf course. Are you okay?â He inquired in concern. You just shook your head again. âThis isnât working, Aaron.â The pain lacing your voice was unmissable. âWhat?â Heâs completely caught off guard, because this was the last thing heâd expected to come home to.
âI canât do this anymore⌠unless â unless we can figure something out but even then I-â He rushes to grab your hand, and it lays limp and cold in his warm and calloused one. âHoney please, whatâs wrong? Tell me what I can do.â Holy shit, heâs panicking.Â
âYouâre never here anymore! I - I canât remember the last time in the past two months that weâve been able to have any alone time together! Most of the time youâre either gone in a whole different state or stuck in the office!â You couldnât stop the word vomit from leaving, all kinds of emotions that had been kept dormant finally coming up to the surface.
You heaved out a deep breath, your body slumping in defeat. âDid you know that Jack learned how to ride a bike today?â You asked quietly. âNo.â Aaron gulped, âI didnât.â
A heavy silence settled between the two of you.
âWhat do you need me to do?â Finally, you looked at him.
There were unshed tears in your eyes, âWhat I want you to do, you canât make it happen.â His eyebrows furrowed. âYou want me to quit my job?â
âNo,â You said with a disbelieving laugh. âI just want you to be there.â
âWho says I canât do that?â His head tilts, his eyes boring into yours, desperately trying to read you. It was like his profiler skills didnât exist. âEvery time youâve had a day off youâve been called into the office one way or another.â Your tone is hopeless, like your situation canât be helped.Â
With a harsh squeeze of your eyelids, the tears began to fall, but Aaron was quick to swipe them away.
âHoney, look at me,â He cups the side of your cheek, his thumb brushing away the liquid. Hesitantly you did, and you instantly fell victim to the warmness of his irises. âI will fix this, because I am not losing you. My behavior has been completely unacceptable, and I swear that I will be here for you and Jack more consistently, I promise.â
âHow do I know if this wonât happen again?
âIâll make sure of it.âÂ
It was the finality in his voice that fizzled out the anxiety in your gut, setting your nerves at ease.
âDonât make me regret this, Hotchner.â
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How would Kunikida, Dazai, Fukuzawa, Chuuya and Fyodor (or anyone else youâd like too) react to their s/o taking a hit for them that would have otherwise been fatal if they didnât?? S/o ends up being okay but the gentlemen are all angsty in the meantime >:)
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Hello, my lovely! It's been a while since I wrote some good old angst, so this scratched an itch. I hope these are what you are looking for!
Characters: Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Kunikida Doppo
Contents: death mentions, suicide mentions, controlling behaviour, anger issues
Nakahara Chuuya
Ooh, itâs kinda difficult for him to deal with? Heâs in two minds about it, really.Â
On one hand, heâs strong enough that whatever blow was being dealt to him really wouldnât have hurt him that much, or so he tells himself. All he can think about is that moment where the bullet/bomb/fireball, whatever it is, was coming toward you. Yes, you survived it, but he had to live through the nanoseconds of absolute hell when he thought he was just about to see another person he cares about die right before his eyes.Â
His temper erupts afterward. Heâs furious, yelling at you that you âdidnât fuckinâ need to do that!â Youâd be forgiven for thinking that itâs his pride youâve hurt, but itâs anger born of worry. Those few moments he thought you were going to die were harrowing for him.Â
Imagine if he carelessly lost the person he loves the most, just because he was too slow or too stupid to see it coming? Shit, he could never live with himself if that happened.Â
However, thereâs the other side of the coin. Which is that you cared about him enough to intercept a blow aimed at him. Chuuya canât remember the last time someone did that for him. Heâs used to being the tank, to soaking up all the violence so the geniuses can get on with their schemes. He doesnât really know how to handle someone trying to protect him, like heâs something vulnerable.
He likes it and he doesnât. Heâs grateful and heâs pissed. Chuuyaâs a complicated creature.Â
Once heâs done yelling and has calmed down a little, heâll mutter something that sounds like a âthank youâ, though he says it with his eyes mulishly averted and one arm wrapped tightly around your waist. He wonât be letting you out of his sight for a while, even while heâs being a grouch.
Dazai Osamu
While he might not show it on the surface, this has a rather profound effect on Dazai. Remember the last time someone he loved died in front of him?
While he pretends to be calm on the surface, inside heâs in turmoil. He should have seen it coming; youâre the self-sacrificing sort, always trying to save him in one or another. But before now, it hasnât been literal.Â
I feel like time moves very slowly for someone as fast as Dazai. He was able to process far too much information in those few seconds you were in danger. All of his mistakes, laid out for him as plain as day.Â
He tends to convince himself that he can plan around every kind of incident but this is a start reminded that this isnât always the case.
âHey, bella?â His tone is unusually serious. His hand on your shoulder. âIâm going to need you not to do that again. Believe it or not, I donât want to see you die in front of me.â
If you pay close attention, youâll notice Dazai doesnât make any more double suicide jokes after that. They donât have the same appeal. Dazai doesnât think he could stand to watch you die, even if you did want to join him.Â
He keeps a close watch on you after that, turning up unexpectedly throughout your day without any explanation, his lanky form popping up like a weed.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
While he will never, ever reveal it, this will shake Fyodorâs iron-clad ego a little bit. He likes to think he is in control of everything, and he can predict every single action of yours down to the blink. For whatever reason, he didnât foresee you getting in his way and taking a hit meant for him.Â
You gain an element of unpredictability, which is both intriguing and alarming for him.Â
There is also the fact that you stepped in to take a hit for him. While heâs used to having underlings who look up to him like a god (Ivan), he doesnât count you amongst the peons. Heâs got you wrapped around his little finger, but in a way that promotes adoration and obedience, not self-sacrificing recklessness. Heâll have to step back and examine your relationship somewhat.
âMy darling, what was the meaning of that?â he asks of you, his tone soft and a little dangerous. âI do not need you flinging yourself in the path of danger for me. I have everything in hand.â
He likes your devotion, but he doesnât want you getting in the way of his plans. And he does care about you, love you in his own wayâhe doesnât want to lose something he sees as his.Â
If you were injured at all, he will have the best private doctors on hand to treat you. Be prepared for his love and attention to be a little stifling for a while. He wonât want to let you out of his sight.Â
As for the person whose attack you foiled? Fyodor will turn the full weight of his enormous intellect to destroying them. They were dead the moment their attack came near something he cares about.
Fukuzawa Yukichi
Fukuzawa is very much the self-sacrificing sort. Heâs said more than once that he doesnât mind giving up his life in order to ensure peace in Yokohama, or to protect the lives of the younger members of the agency. Heâs heavily bound by duty.
While he holds these values to himself, he doesnât expect you to abide by the same code. In fact, he doesnât want you to. Youâre not a grizzled old samurai like him. (His words, not yours.)
He also heavily dislikes the idea that you were in danger because of him. Your relationship with him shouldnât be a source of danger for you. As soon as heâs sure youâre safe and well, he will sit back and mull things over in his silent, intense way. He considers all options, from simply killing the person who tried to attack him, to ending your relationship with him to ensure your safety.
Thankfully, he comes to the conclusion that you are an adult who knows what is good for you. Heâs never hidden the truth from you, and if youâre willing to face that to stand at his side, then Fukuzawa needs to respect that. He canât make your decisions for you.Â
âHowever,â he says. âI must ask that you do not do that again. I can accept my own death, but not yours.â
âDonât you trust me to watch your back?â
âObviously, you can be trusted,â he says. âToday is evidence enough, but know that I could not live with myself if you were injured or killed looking out for me. If death is coming for me, I have earned it.â
He canât really be talked out of this mindset, but thatâs part of why you fell for him in the first place. Just make him a promise that you wonât put yourself at risk on his behalf.Â
Kunikida Doppo
Poor Kunikida.
One of his ideals is that he will never watch anyone die right in front of him if he can help it. The last time he had to watch an innocent person die, it almost shattered his psyche.Â
If you were to die in front of him, it would break him utterly. Even though youâre fine, the close shave rattles him down to his core. Instead of blowing his top and then settling down, the way youâre used to him doing, Kunikida becomes grim and quiet.Â
He refuses to step away from your bedside while youâre in the hospital for a check-up after the incident. His notebook of ideals is folded in his pocket, ignored. The fact he isnât scribbling anything down is a little alarming. Heâs not Kunikida if heâs not adding little notes to it every five minutes. He has his hands steepled together, his face grim behind his glasses.
âAre you going to yell at me?â you ask him.Â
Kunikida lifts his gaze to you, almost as if heâs surprised to hear you speak. He breaks out of his reverie a little bit, sitting up and pushing his glasses further up his nose. The light hits the lenses, hiding his expression from you a little. His voice is sombre.
âI must thank you for saving my life,â he tells you, almost formal.Â
âThatâs not the only thing bothering you, is it?â You know him well enough by now. You reach out and take one of his hands.
Kunikida fingers tighten around yours, trembling slightly. Itâs the only way that you can see how completely off centre he is.Â
âKunikida?â
âDonâtâŚdonât make me worry like that again. Please.â
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there's more to him
Yoongi hates you, but he seems to never get enough of your pussy.
pairing: bully!yoongi x fem!reader
genre: (implied) university au, smut
warnings: yoongi's ... really mean lol, is he secretly whipped for her??, degradation, unprotected sex, ruined orgasm, 500 words.
a.n.: i feel like i'm the one being mean to you with this ending lol sorry!!
This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! đ¤ (requests are closed!!)
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Yoongi is so ruthless, he has no pity for you, yet he seems so enthralled by you. So excited to see you, so turned on by your body. His feelings are totally the opposite of what he says, of what he does. It confuses you because you've never had someone who hates you that much, but seems so obsessed with you at the same time.
"Who do you think you are, hm?" He asks, sounding so angry but so aroused, too. "Walking around in that short little skirt of yours," he continues, hips snapping against your ass. "Looking like a fucking slut."
With what he says, you'd think he doesn't like your skirt. But the fact that you're still wearing it, just pulled over your butt so he could have access to your pussy, tells otherwise.
You never know what to think about him. You keep being nice to him no matter what, seeing the good in him because you know he's not just an angry person who lets out their frustration on someone else. You know there's more to him.
"It's almost unbelievable how stupid you are," he insults you, pounding into you like a mad man and maybe he is mad, but not at you.
"Please," you whine, not really sure what you're begging for. Mercy? Kindness? Empathy? Or to finally cum around his cock? Maybe you're asking for all of that.
"Please what, sweetheart?" He questions, but he doesn't give you time to answer. "You can't even say a sentence, you're too dumb for that, aren't you?" His lips are beside your ear, sending shivers all over your skin.
"Let me cum," you manage to moan out, his cock restlessly thrusting in and out of you. Tears form in your eyes at how rough it is, but you have to admit it; you love it.
You love how mean he is to you, how his cock stretches you out, how he pins your hands behind your back, how he kisses you until you can't even breathe.
You just wish he would be honest with you, with himself.
"Is that what you want, mh? Greedy little girl," he groans and obliges, passing his arm around your waist and reaching for your pulsating clit.
You moan when he touches it, rubbing fast circles on it. He doesn't stop his thrusts, he even goes deeper somehow. You feel the knot in your stomach tightening, your high coming really, really close.
But when it reaches you, he stops the movements of his fingers and halts his hips, ripping away your orgasm, ruining it. You whimper, but it sounds broken, sad you didn't get what you wanted, what you asked for.
"You really thought I was going to give it to you?" He snickers, his lips brushing against your ear. He slips out of you, making you gasp, missing how his cock was filling you up so well. "Get down on your knees, I'm not done with you."
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