#lowkey bimbo reader

[namikawa]

simon riley, reiji namikawa, toji fushiguro, chrollo lucilfer, GOJO SATORU, john price

“so what do you think, do you like the pink one more or red?” you ask sweetly. he stares you down, not saying a single word but making a soft head tilt, accompanied with a grunt at the frilly pink skirt you held in your hand. “think the pink suits you better, real pretty on you.” you immediately perk up, rambling on about how you agreed and really loved the pink one as well.

he can’t focus though, why in the living hell would he be able to focus as you stood, half naked in front of him, bouncing around and giddy about the new outfits you bought. you’d somehow convinced your boyfriend to let you have a mini fashion show as he flipped through the channels trying to find something decent to turn on.

he didn’t think you were serious even though this happened to be a common routine between the two of you. every single time you’d come home after spending thousands of dollars on new skirts, shoes, and bags begging him to let you show off your new additions to your wardrobe. and every single time you’d end up pressed against the couch, bed, counter, anything you were next to quite frankly, with your new piece scattered somewhere across the room as he fucked you to tears.

“goin around spending my hard earned money, just to look like some whore for other men, huh dove?” he knew that wasn’t true of course, always encouraging you to spend whatever you wanted on yourself. he loved to see you happy, this was just his excuse to have a little fun.

but every time you seemed to fall for it, whining in between thrusts about how, “no, only for you! promise it’s just for you daddy, only wanted to show yo-”. before you could get anything else out a hand snakes around, clamping over your mouth. “shh i know dove, just teasing you is all, skirt made you look so good just had to find a way to get you out of it, you know how i feel about ‘em.”

[jinxyvvrites]

-- feel like i'm drowning

Warnings :

writer's own interpretation of Tommy Hagan, underage drinking / house party setting / little 'gardening' references, heavy sexual tension + making out. vaguely described female reader - she's lowkey giving flirty bad girl bimbo, iykyk. mentions of a breakup / not so pretty past between Tommy and Carol. it's for the plot. if you're gonna get bent out of shape about anything I'm warning you about here, don't read this.

Pairing :

Tommy Hagan x Female! reader

Word Count :

5k+

Snippet:

Dark brown eyes dart down. He tries real hard not to stare but like usual, he can't help himself. As his eyes roam your body you can feel heat rise to your skin. You clamp your thighs because there's this intensity in his gaze that makes you feel like you're wearing even less than the short little form fitting dress you've got on.

A dress that's hidden entirely by the fluffy warmth of your favorite faux fur jacket, its gaudy leopard print is just the perfect level of over the top to stand out. You bought it for that exact reason, truth be told.

And the fact that it’s warm, oh so warm. As those dark brown eyes flit over your body, your favorite jacket goes from snuggly and warm to oh shit, this feels like it weighs at least 200 pounds. It's suddenly so hot that you’re more than a little tempted to ditch the jacket.

He licks his lip as his eyes fix on your mouth.

The noise, the booze, the push and shove because the room around him is too crowded, it’s all just a little too much for Tommy Hagan.

“Tommy?”

He hears Billy before he sees him and his jaw clenches. He stands up taller and just before Billy comes into view, he plasters on his best smirk.

But he’s not as fast as he thinks because Billy’s icy blue eyes flit over him, a humorless gleam as he shakes his head. “Are you still mopin’ over her, man?”

Tommy’s blank stare only confirms what his best friend already knows. “Look.” Billy rubs the bridge of his nose, a little annoyed that tonight is apparently going to take the turn it’s starting to, “I���m gonna just say it, alright?”

“What?”

“Carol was a bitch, Hagan. She treated you like shit. And I think you can do a lot better.”

“Yeah? Do you really see ‘em linin’ up, Billy?” Tommy asks, giving the other boy a glare. “Anyway, I’m not mopin, okay?” he’s looking around the crowd again, all while telling himself he’s an idiot for even coming, ,, she never comes to these things and even if she did this time, it’s not like she’s gonna talk t’ me.” 

Billy shakes his head. A humorless chuckle leaves his mouth and he pulls out a partially crushed pack of smokes, pulling out two. He hands one to Tommy and Tommy takes it, digging around for his lighter. 

Billy offers up his lighter and Tommy leans into the flame. Billy lights his own cigarette and locks eyes with his best friend again. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t fuckin hear that.”

Tommy shrugs. “Whatever.” 

Dark brown eyes dart around the too-crowded house party. As Tommy searches the crowd, Billy remembers the heavy tension between you and Tommy in the class the three of you share. The way you’re always stealing little looks when you think nobody notices. The way Tommy casually mentioned to Tina that she hadn’t invited you -or any of your little friends..

“What about the new girl?” Billy counters, giving Tommy a shit-eating grin. “There’s tension there.”

“Bullshit.” Tommy argues, chuckling. It feels good as the smile forms. And he tries to tell himself that the mental image of you he’s just gotten isn’t the reason, but… Deep down he knows it’s probably a lie.

,, It’ll never happen, man. Girls like her don’t really go for sidekicks. And even if it did happen, there’s the whole social chain we’d be fightin’ against..” - the thought comes and Tommy’s smile fades. Billy notices it and shakes his head, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Tell it to the guy who doesn’t sit right between you both.” Billy insists. When he catches Tommy’s eyes darting around the room, he chuckles. “You’re lookin for her again, aren’t ya?”

Tommy tries to play dumb, he really does. The blank stare, the way his brow raises as if he's silently asking “Who? Me?” as he points to himself and shakes his head.

“You know who I'm talking about, Hagan, try that shit with somebody else.” Billy smirks in satisfaction as Tommy flips him off. “You were into her before Carol even broke it off with ya..” he states calmly, staring Tommy down as he says it.

“So what? She's hot, Hargrove. That's it.”

What he's not saying - and he's even worse at hiding is that deep down, he feels like you're an unattainable goal. Out of his league and you'd probably never give him a second look. Girls like you don’t go for the glorified sidekick, they go for older boys. Or guys like Billy or Steve, Tommy’s mind taunts, so what she was a little flirty this morning in class? She’s a flirt. She flirts with everybody.

“You two maybe wanna move?” and you’re right there, smooshed into his side as you try to shove your way between him and Billy. Keeping closer to him of course, because there's just something about him. It's warmth. It's comfort. It's one hell of a lot safer than his best friend and yeah, maybe you just like the way soft muscle feels pressed against your side. 

Dark brown eyes dart down. He tries real hard not to stare but like usual, he can't help himself. As his eyes roam your body you can feel heat rise to your skin. You clamp your thighs because there's this intensity in his gaze that makes you feel like you're wearing even less than the short little form fitting dress you've got on.

A dress that's hidden entirely by the fluffy warmth of your favorite faux fur jacket, its gaudy leopard print is just the perfect level of over the top to stand out. You bought it for that exact reason, truth be told.

And the fact that it’s warm, oh so warm. As those dark brown eyes flit over your body, your favorite jacket goes from snuggly and warm to oh shit, this feels like it weighs at least 200 pounds. It's suddenly so hot that you’re more than a little tempted to ditch the jacket.

He licks his lip as his eyes fix on your mouth.

“Can I go by?” you nod to the area you’re trying to get to as you raise a red plastic cup to your lips.

“I'm not stopping you, princess.” Tommy retorts, and yet he doesn't make an effort to move and let you pass because he's too caught up. Enjoying the view. The soft and sexy sweet scent of your perfume and the cinnamon on your breath. The way your hair feels brushing against his arm. He towers over you, even though you're in heels.

“Ya kinda are though.” there's laughter in your tone when you speak to him. Playful. Teasing.

She's a natural flirt though. I’m just reading too much into nothin’. - he is reluctant to let himself have even a hint of hope.

Your best friends are calling your name from another room and you take a step back, pouting as you're hit with instant regret because you did. You’re puzzled by it. Head tilted as you stare up at him and he feels like you might just be staring right into his soul.

“Girl, can you just not hea–” your friend Jana trails off mid sentence. Billy shifts the weight of his body from one foot to the other because he’s also beginning to feel something heavier, it's like the air is being sucked right out of the room.

He glances from you to Tommy and then over to your friend, who he gives that charmers grin to. “Don't think I've met you yet, doll. Maybe we can walk over there, I can get you a good beer and we can change that?”

Jana is red from the crown of her head to her toes but she nods, giving Billy a soft grin as she lets him lead her away.

You and Tommy are still frozen. “You want a drink?” you don't realize that you asked out loud because your tone is so soft, so flirty. A group of football players comes rushing in, this puts you body to body with him all over again and as you tilt your head to look up, your hand rests lazily against the front of a scratchy karate uniform top.

“Watch where th’ fuck you're going!” Tommy snarls at the other boys while also positioning himself in front of you.

It feels a little like a protective boyfriend meets a possessive lover and as this dawns, your thighs clamp just a little tighter. You don’t want him fighting on your account though - not much of an ego, huh? - so you softly place your hands on his upper arms and clear your throat. “Hey!”

Tommy refocuses. Fixing dark brown eyes on you as he chuckles. Hints of an actual smile playing at his lips as his eyes dart down, follow the movements of your fingertips up the front of his costume top. “Yeah?” he blinks in surprise at the sound of his own voice. It’s quieter. Deeper than usual. The sound of it shocks him at first.

“I’m dying of thirst. Do you wanna come with me to get a drink or not?” you ask, keeping it as light as you can. Pouting a little when you still manage to sound entirely too flirtatious.

Tommy pretends to think about it.

You pout even more. “Not fair! I’m gonna die of thirst, Tommy. Do you really want that on your conscience?”

“Okay, alright. You’re real bossy, y’know that?” Tommy asks. Your hand raises, catching in wild strands. “I’ve been told this a time or two, yeah.”

“Oh you have, huh?” Tommy’s laughing again. Genuine laughter. When he smirks at you, you notice the way his smirk seems to fit him just a little better tonight. It actually seems to meet his eyes. It looks real. Not like those broken little half-smiles you’ve been coaxing out of him for weeks now.

“Mhm.” you mumble, blinking as soon as you realize you’ve been zoned out, focused a little too well on his mouth. You can feel your face burn up as one by one, those well-hidden dirty little thoughts you can’t seem to stop having about him lately start to surface.

“We movin’?” Tommy has to say something, do something before the thickening of the air between you both gets to a point where it feels like he’s choking on it. You nod, give him this cute little lazy smile.

“They’re  about t’ do keg stands, ___! C’mon, you said you could beat ‘em.” it’s your best friend Jessica.

As soon as she spots you with Tommy Hagan and clocks the tension, the way Tommy is using every inch of his body to it’s full height just so that he towers over you and the way he’s looking at you like he’s just gotten himself shot in the ass with cupid’s arrow, she smirks at you.

“Nevermind. You look kinda busy.”

“I’m makin Tommy take me over t’ get a drink.” you answer, a playful twinkle in your eyes. 

“I see that.”

,, At least try t’ clue the poor bastard in, ___.” she mouths when she knows there’s no way he’s paying close enough attention to her.

“We’ll see.” you mouth back, giving her a mysterious little shrug.

Oh, you have every intention of doing it, that’s the whole reason you decided to show up to Tina’s stupid little house party to start with, but you also wanna let your friend sweat it all out.

And there's such a thing as finesse. If you're going for it, might as well make sure the moment is as close to perfect as it can be. ,, because once I have him? I’m not lettin’ go.” - the thought is enough to make you smirk to yourself.

The crowd is so thick that you glance over a time or two, looking up at Tommy to confirm that he's still there. That third time, you nearly swallow your own tongue just as soon as you feel his hand against your lower back. He leans into your ear and pushes hair away from it.

“I'm right here.”

“Y-yeah.” you can barely breathe because despite the faux fur coat being in the way, there's this jolt going through you right now.

A group of people wander in, arms linked and it sends you back against Tommy’s body. 

“Fuckin fucks!”

You're the one to explode this time, turning yourself around to face Tommy. “Are you okay?” you ask, tilting your head to look up, your eyes full of concern.

“Yeah.” and as you melt against him and slip your arms around his neck, he almost forgets to breathe.

“You okay, princess?” he repeats your question to him, wicked gleam in dark brown eyes as he chuckles quietly. His hands are at your hips and you try but you can't stop the whimper that comes, your thighs squeezed and your panties starting to flood, they’re starting to feel uncomfortable at this point.

When the soft little sound slips out, Tommy almost shatters, but like always, the second he dares to have a little hope, his mind is in overdrive. 

,, she wasn't doing that because ya touched her, idiot.”

Your friend Becca comes over, dragging her boyfriend Noah along.

“7 minutes in Heaven.. you in?” she asks, glancing from you to Tommy as she tries to puzzle out what's happening.

You look up at Tommy, the biggest pleading eyes he's ever been given. “Unless Catherine..” you start, with Becca correcting, “Carol, you bimbo. Her name is Carol.” as she laughs. “So you’re in.” you nod and argue with Becca, “Her name is non-important, honestly.” 

Her attention turns to Tommy, expectant green eyes fixed on the older boy. “And you, Hagan?”

“You uh.. you want me to play, princess?” the warmth of his breath tickles your ears as he leans in real close and whispers against it. You squirm against him at the way it feels and you nod. “ Only if you wanna play.”

“Does he indulge in the mary jane, ___?” Becca questions, looking from you to him and back again. “Because Lila and Andy just left t’ go pick up some..kinda liven this dead party up.”

Tommy chuckles. “A time or two, yeah.”

“Ooh, color me surprised Mr. All Star.” you mutter, resting your hand against his chest. He studies you intently, trying to figure out whether you're actually flirting with him or this is just that natural born flirt side of you coming out to play.

Becca laughs, shaking her head at you.

You flip her off, laughing. “Love you too!” you sing out, making her laugh even harder.

“So..are you gonna play and indulge, Hagan?”

“Please?” you ask, giving him those pleading eyes all over again. “After we go and get drinks, I mean..” you’re reminded of the task at hand. And your thirst.

“You really want me to?” - you might miss the shock in his tone but Becca doesn't. And with Becca being the shit pot stirrer she is, she can't resist a little teasing. “Among other things, yes. Yes, she really wants you to play 7 in Heaven with us, Hagan…Unless you're scared that witch you call a girlfriend is gonna know telepathically and give that lil leash she's got you on a big yank.”

“Actually, we broke up.”

“Finally.” - as soon as you realize that no, that wasn't just in your head when you said it, you cringe hard, hiding your face against the front of his karate costume. 

That last shred of restraint that Tommy Hagan has left is gone. Fucked off and away to parts unknown. 

“So you have been flirting with me.” he's grinning like an idiot, staring down at you. His heart is beating so damn hard he can feel each thump in his throat. He'd been holding back but your little confession gives him the freedom to touch you. To pull you against him even closer til the sliver of space that had been between you two was gone. You thought you were hot before, as he stares down at your lips, you decide you can't take another second in the faux fur coat and you're shrugging it off. As it falls away and you bend to picking up, Tommy tugs at the collar of the costume top, swallowing hard because your little dress fits you like a glove and all he can think about is the way it might feel to have your legs wrapped around him. 

“Well duh..” you look up at him, your face on fire as your tongue darts out, dragging the outline of your lips. “I was kinda startin to think I was gonna have t’ resort to getting naked.”

“She was real frustrated, it was hilarious, holy shit.” Becca confirms. “You can invite your two idiots t’ play too, if you wanna.” she offers. “I mean, I did see Hargrove and Jana gettin’ cozy on my way over. That’ll make it fun for everybody.”

“Play what?” Steve asks, giving Tommy a smirk and thumbs up as soon as he sees what's happening.

“7 in heaven.” Noah answers, sizing the other boy up carefully, “you in?”

“Fuck it. Not much else t’ do.” Steve answers, chuckling as he watches his best friend Tommy like a hawk. Like usual, it’s blatantly obvious that you’re flirting with him, he’s just wondering if Tommy might finally be picking up on it. It almost seems like it, Tommy seems more relaxed. The way you’re draped over his body has his best friend smirking.

A real smirk this time. Not those half-assed ones that he and Billy called Tommy out on, earlier at lunch.

“That's the spirit, Harrington.” Noah nods. 

Your little group grabs an arm load of drinks and slips out onto the deck out back. You settle in Tommy's lap, raising a bottle to your lips to take a sip.

You catch him staring and innocently, you hold out your bottle to him. 

Steve locks eyes with Tommy and chuckles, giving his best friend a shit eating grin as he mouths, you look happy. Happier than I've seen you in a while. 

I am. -Tommy mouths back, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth as he holds the bottle back to you.

A red-head in a fairy costume appears, giggling as she falls across Becca's lap. “We got the stuff.”

“Less talking, more sparking up.” Becca instructs, impatiently staring at the baggie as Lila pulls it out of her top.

“They didn't have the good paper. The cute pink ones?”

“Listen, I just wanna feel good. Doesn't matter what color the paper is, woman. You’re the only one who ever cares what paper we use.”

You're tossed the baggie and the pack of papers. As you work on rolling, Becca speaks up. “What bullshit curfew did you get, anyway?” she glances over at the redhead fairy.

“Seeing as how I snuck out, don't guess it matters.” Lila answers with a shrug before finally blurting out, “Did ___ finally tell the big lug she wants to climb him like a fucking tree?” as she glances over at you and the way you’re sitting in Tommy Hagan’s lap.

Your ears are on fire and you focus even harder on what you’re doing, you don't dare look up at Tommy. 

He shifts the way he's sitting because the second the little redhead says it, all the blood in his body rushes straight down, making him strain against the thin black pants to his costume.

“Ricky said t’ be careful, this is his strongest strain yet.” Lila speaks up. You’re finished rolling, digging through your pockets for your grandma's old Zippo. “Since ya'll can't stop yappin, I’m just gonna take the first hit.” you take a hit, bigger than you intended and you're coughing as you continue, “Holy fuck, he wasn't joking.” 

Tommy gently pats you on the back. You're about to try again and he stops you, leaning in so close that your noses brush.

“Let me. Then you take the smoke.. so you don't cough up a lung.” 

He takes it, taking a pull. You lean in really close, giggling and staring hard at his mouth, the way freckles stand out against his pale skin. He exhales and you open your mouth, inhaling his smoke. Only somehow, your lips just barely graze his. He can't stop the low growl or the way rough hands dig against black velvet. “If you wanna kiss me, princess..” he mutters, leaning in all over again.

“Fuck.” the realization that you're fast losing control of the situation dawns, you decide that maybe this time it'll be okay. Him taking the lead just feels right.

“Fuck it.” he mutters, “I'm not about t’ let it go down that way.” as one of his hands tangles in the hair at the back of your head and the other one starts out on your thigh but ends up raised, resting against the column of your neck as his tongue parts your lips.

You whine, nipping hungrily at his bottom lip, doing anything you can to deepen the kiss. Tommy ruts himself up into you and when you whine again, it's swallowed up by his mouth. At one point the two of you bump noses and pull away laughing.

Dazed.

Staring at each other as you drift together all over again.

“No fair.” you pout after a few seconds.

Your friends have all drifted off, the promised game long forgotten in favor of lively conversation across the deck. 

“They never actually get around to doing anything.” you muse, looking away from your friends and up at him instead.

He laughs. “Yeah, it's the same way with Steve and Billy.”

“They probably only suggested it because they were getting tired of me ranting about you.” you muse. You’re pulled into his lap even more and his arms circle your body, both in attempt to keep you warm since you shed your jacket and because selfishly, now he just can’t stop touching you. He doesn’t want to. “Oh really?” he questions, chuckling quietly. 

You’re sassy when you throw his earlier demand back at him. “If you wanna kiss me again, Tommy..” you purr, closing the distance between your lips and his just a hair more, “Just do it.”

“Oh, I’m going to.” he mutters, leaning in. Distance closing between your mouths closed completely. Your hand raises, catching in his thick hair as you tug at it when his mouth meets yours, a lot less clumsy this time. You’re shifted around in his lap and when you manage to rub right against the way he’s strained against the pants of the costume, you make that cute little sound again and Tommy deepens the kiss, grabbing you by the hips so that you do it all over again, his teeth latched onto your bottom lip.

A throat clears nearby.

You deepen the kiss a little more and Tommy chuckles against your mouth. “So greedy.”

“What the hell are you two doing?”

It’s Carol.

The kiss breaks and as soon as it does, your stomach sinks just a little. Because you’re not stupid. You know that her grip on him isn’t magically shattered with one stupid little kiss.

It still doesn’t stop your sass, though. You pout up at her and smirk. “Well we were having fun.. Til you showed up and ruined it. You ruin everything, y’know that?”

Tommy stops the laughter. He’s glaring at Carol now, a mix of anger, frustration and bitterness swirling his brain. Carol’s frowning, a hurt look in light brown eyes.

And the anger wins out.

“What?” he snaps, calm and collected. “Did you really think I was gonna wait on you to get over whatever made you mad this time?”

“Well, I..” Carol flounders around for words. “You usually do!” she asserts, folding her arms as she pouts at him. “Seriously? Her?” she nods at you without looking at you and this makes you even more irritated.

,, you know she’s gonna worm her way back in. Everybody said she always does. That they’re gonna end up together. You’d just be a distraction, at best.” your mind taunts before you can come up with anything to say to her. 

You’re about to just slip out of his lap and let the inevitable happen but Tommy’s grip on you tightens. “Where you goin, hm?” he mutters against the shell of your ear as he holds you in his lap. He turns his attention to Carol and shrugs. “Yeah.” he answers calmly, “Her.” he barely looks at her, the costume she threw on at the last minute when Nicki used Tina’s landline to call her and warn her that she was dangerously close on losing Tommy to a girl the grade below.

Her secret weapon. The costume he loved when she wore it to Tina’s last Halloween party.

“Are you jealous, Carol?” Tommy asks, the sharpness in his tone making her wince as his words cut like a knife, “Is that why you’re here?”

“You’re my boyfriend, Tommy. She’s just..” Carol barely looks at you, her nose wrinkled.

“Just what?” Tommy pushes for an answer.

“A distraction. You’re bored, Tommy. C’mon, we can talk about this.” Carol smirks when she happens to see you flinch just the slightest. “Think about it.”

Tommy laughs. “I have.”

You try to slip off his lap again and you’re stopped again.

“Stay.” he demands, his voice dropping and softening as he adds on a “Please.” against the shell of your ear. “I don’t want you t’ leave.”

It’s not like him to beg or ask nicely. 

You settle back into his lap again, toying with the top to his karate costume. 

“We’re done, Carol.” Tommy’s calm when he says it. Numb and a little  shocked that the words finally left his mouth. Even more shocked that this time, he means them. Because he’s thinking back now and turns out, Billy and Steve are right.

Life is way too short to spend it miserable. And he was already checking out with Carol before she got bored and dumped him first.

He feels like a huge weight has just been taken off him.

“You’ll regret it.” Carol asserts, but only after she’s blinked a few times. The shock starts to settle in, turns to panic.

Her statement is a last-ditch effort,really and her stomach sinks when she clocks the way he’s looking at you while you’re glaring up at her and don’t notice and she knows… It’s really over. Because the way he’s looking at you is completely different than the way he always looked at her.

And she’d been right to feel jealous about you when she saw the way you were always singling Tommy out to flirt with after you moved to town.

“Are you done yet?” you ask. Calm and quiet. A little smug on the outside, despite your own nagging fear that sooner or later, Tommy will realize that Carol might not be lying.

“You’re gonna feel really stupid when he comes crawling back to me.” she smirks as she sizes you up, adding with a shrug, “He always comes back to me.”

“Except I’m not this time.” Tommy is scowling up at her as he waves a hand dismissively. “Get lost, Carol. Go ruin somebody else’s night.”

Carol walks away and Tommy rolls his eyes, turning you around to face him.

“She’s wrong.” he mutters, searching your eyes as if he’s trying to assess the damage. When he realizes that her parting jab might’ve stuck just a little too well, he decides to make a bold -and desperate, gesture.

“What if she’s–” you start to argue, but a thick digit pushes up against your mouth, cutting off your words. “Just let me say this, alright?”

,, Steve told me t’ just tell her how I feel.” he’s fumbling around frantically for words. At first, they’re not coming and he’s stammering, staring down at his lap and the way your bodies connect because you’re sitting on it. 

“Because this feels different. I couldn’t ever relax with her.. Do I feel tense right now t’ you, princess?” as he asks the question, his hands skim your sides. “I wanted t’ break up with her after you moved here.” he takes a deep breath, chuckling as he shakes his head. 

“Why didn’t you?” you question, tilting your head to look up at him. Tommy shrugs. “Didn’t think you liked me.” he admits, going quiet. Staring down at his lap.

“They told me you were oblivious.” you laugh softly, shaking your head. You’re starting to feel a little less ill-at-ease, but that nagging fear is still sort of there.

Lingering.

Because you can’t just shut off years of feelings. 

,, besides, you think, nothing I ever do is enough. Sooner or later, everybody’s done with me, they’re gone and I'm left alone again.

But you want this. You want it badly enough that you convince yourself in that moment that you can just enjoy what you have while you have it. You tell yourself you won’t cling, you won’t let yourself fall too deep.

And you know that you can’t. Because there’s almost nothing left of your heart.

You relax a little as the decision is made and Tommy relaxes even more, grinning down at you. His smile is even more handsome than the trademark smirk you’re used to seeing. “I’m gonna kiss you again.” he’s already leaning in and you lean in, mirroring it. Your lips brush his and this time, he’s the one who gets greedy, lips latching onto your bottom one just before his tongue slips between plump barriers. You clutch at the front of his costume and his fingers dig into your body on one hand, the other hand raised and tangling up in your hair.

“It took an hour t’ get it this messy.” you whine and Tommy chuckles into the deepening kiss. And from the door of the deck, Carol and Nicki watch, shaking their heads, Carol fuming silently. “Is his hand seriously on her thigh right now?”

“Duh, Carol.” Nicki mumbles, rolling her eyes at her friend’s jealousy. She’s tried to warn her several times over the years, one day she’s gonna do her little “We need to break up because I’m bored and then I’ll go running back.” dance with him one too many times and Tommy Hagan isn’t gonna be idly waiting.

From the looks of the two of you, Nicki can’t help but smirk to herself because it feels as if her advice is finally being validated.

Tommy’s hand settles against your bare thigh, squeezing as he loses himself in the moment, pulling you up into his lap higher, settling you right up against the way he’s all hard and strained against the thin pair of black pants. His skin is flushed, when the kiss finally breaks so the two of you can breathe, he’s smirking because he immediately sees the way he’s bitten and sucked at your lips enough to make them swell and leave them lightly bruised.

The dim light of the moon illuminates your skin, makes the rhinestones in your favorite pair of hoop earrings sparkle almost as much as your eyes are. Once he’s caught his breath he’s already leaning back in, brushing hair out of his way as dark brown eyes settle on the column of your neck hungrily.

“Jesus.” Jana is barely hiding laughter as she speaks up from her perch on Billy’s broad shoulders. “You two should just get a room.”

Billy can only chuckle, try not to double over laughing at the look of sheer frustration that Tommy gives him at the little interruption. “See?” Billy looks up at Jana, smirking as he nods at the two of you, “I told ya she’d be fine.”

“Billy..” Jana laughs, shaking her head as she rests it against his neck. “It wasn’t her I was worried about. You haven’t heard the wild little confessions she likes t’ make about your friend and the stuff that little deviant wants t’ do..” Jana’s just trying to embarrass you now and you flip her off.

Tommy’s staring at you. “Confessions, huh?”

“Don’t you dare, Jana!” you call out, hiding your face in the front of his shirt all over again.

,, Even if this doesn’t last, I’m gonna have my fun. Even if I know he’s gonna leave too. I’m owed that, at least.” you remind yourself when you can feel Carol’s little statement starting to get to you all over again.

Jana launches into a detailed recount of every single thing you’ve ever admitted to her about Tommy. By the time she’s finishing it up, Tommy is squirming around, shifting so much that you’re rubbed against him more than a time or two and you can feel him getting harder. You bite back a whine as you pout up at him.

“Did you just whine?” Tommy asks, making you look up at him.

“You’re the one being a tease!”

He leans in. “It’s not teasing if you can just take whatever you want…” he mutters.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” you mumble back, pushing all those little nagging doubts down as deep as you can. This is what you’ve wanted for a while. You’re determined to let yourself have it. You’re even more determined to enjoy it.

His hands are all over you, his mouth dances down your pulse. “It’s not a threat. It’s a promise, princess.” he mutters, pulling away with a hand against the column of your neck to hold your hair away as he surveys the circlet of marks he’s left against your skin. Dark brown eyes fix on you, burning with hunger. 

And suddenly, the boring little house party is the last place either one of you wants to be.

“Wanna get outta here?” you purr as your mouth meets his all over again. He rocks himself up into you aggressively as his fingers dig into your body and he nips at your mouth. “Yeah.” he answers, the word hummed out breathlessly as the kiss deepens and he stands without even bothering to untangle your body from his. 

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Billy is laughing as he calls out to your retreating backs…

[lovlidollie]

dollie!reader who finds the cutest shirt online !!! it’s pink n pretty with the words on it outlined in sparkly gems, of course she just has to get it !! soon as she places the order (courtesy of rafe’s money obviously) she’s bouncin’ around the place, talking rafe’s ear off about how excited she is to show it off. he simply grumbles ‘n rolls his eyes, muttering a “yeah, yeah, dollface. ‘m sure ‘s perfect.” (he doesn’t really understand fashion — or more specifically her fashion — but he likes to entertain her anyway)

and then the day finally comes, the package is here !!! she’s so excited that she breaks a nail trying to rip the packaging apart, doesn’t even have time to mourn over it because she’s finally got the soft top in her hands. it’s even better than she could have ever dreamed of !! she’s running up the stairs, tiny kitten heels clicking loudly, excited giggles reverberating across the house. she’s ripping off the the outfit she already has on, a cute sleeveless cami ‘n skirt combo, before pulling the new shirt on, immediately squealing with delight ‘n prancing off to show rafe.

“look, look ray! took ages but it’s finally here, isn’t it so adorable?!” rafe’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he sees it… adorable .. was one way to describe it. in her excitement it seems like dollie somehow managed to buy the top in a size one too small .. maybe even two sizes.. it clings to her like a second skin. the low cut shows off more than enough cleavage, tits pressed together from how tight it is, jiggling lightly every time dollie impatiently moves. his mouth starts salivating when he notices her nipples poking through the material and in all honestly he feels like a perpetually horny teenager again. his lips quirk into one of his signature smirks once he catches what the shirt says; “all tits, no brains ♡"

rafe’s hands slide up her hips, gripping her waist tight, fingertips brushing the hem of the top. there’s a possessive glint in his darkened eyes, voice grittier when he speaks. “mmh — ‘s real adorable, baby. makes my girls look even better, dont’ya think?” he stands up, towering over her frame, grip over her body so strong that she naturally arches into him, glossed lips popping open with a gasp.

“listen uh — this is an inside shirt. y’get me? inside shirt. f’me. f’my eyes only. f’this house only… now how ‘bout you give daddy a spin, hm? wanna see my pretty doll.”

[fics-lovebot]

jujutsu kaisen fic recs pt. 1

main masterlist - jjk fic recs pt. 2 - jjk fic recs pt. 3

· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

these are my personal favs, so pls reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

gojo and geto are rich besties and they coax you into a poly relationship - ( @ramonathinks ) smut

you slap their ass - ( @gojoux ) reaction

slut him out - ( @satoruhour ) gojo, geto, nanami and toji version. y'know what,,,idek what to say about thi- IT´S NASTY FILTHY JUST PORN, reader is a whOre (not my words), read at your own risk bc i was SHOOk

bimbo bunny - ( @merakidoll ) smut, choso, toji and nanami version, the vISUALs I GOT FROM THE NANAMI ONE LAWDDDD

break up - ( @yanderenightmare ) angst, bullying, toxicity, I KNOWW this is sukuna

oops! - ( @gumiiiiezzzz ) text, crack, fluff, the 1st and 2nd year boys accidentally confess they like you (fellow student). THIS IS SO FUUNNAYSFJFSDF i love it, inumaki again on sum weird shi

dont scare me - ( @sweetsugarine ) text, crack, fluff, in which you text “we need to talk”. LMAOOO this is too good

fever fever fever - ( @tonycries ) smut, pwp, sex pollen curse. this is crraaazzzzyyyyyyyyyyyyYYY THE TOJI AND NANAMI ONES HAD ME SCREAMING OUT LOUD I CAN´T EVE- wow just wow

accidental nude - ( @satoruhour ) gojo smut, AAND HE SENDS A WHOLE VIDEO!!

gojo tried to give himself a haircut - ( @enkvyu ) this is fuNNY ksksks, I love the banter

trying to break up with yandere!gojo - ( @peachsayshi ) yan!gojo. yep, we´re talkin about lovesick toxic obsessed type of gojo, LDKJSDFJDJFHL

too much - ( @risuola ) ANGSTTTYYYY, fluff too, reader and gojo are in a situationship kinda thing where they live together and love each other but nothing has been said yet, they get into an argument bc gojo has a big mouth and says a lot of hurtful things, they´re both just so exhausted

dorm room escapades - ( @satoruhour ) smut, dad´s bestfriend!nanami, age gap, GAWWDD DAMNNNN, daddy kink, this is some good stuff

swear it´s just right for you - ( @slttygeto ) smut, fluff, hubby!nanami, I´m weaaaak, he´s so husband material

stressed after work - ( @arminsfavoritepookie ) boyfriend! kento, a cute lil drabble bc he loves your mere presence

labour of love - ( @s4lv4tions ) fluff, vanilla smut, lowkey angst if you´ve been keeping up with the manga/anime, loving hubby!kento, SO DOMESTIC, love making, :(

tie my tie, marry me - ( @kenananamin ) fluff, slice of life, "the moment nanami knew he never wanted to tie his tie by himself ever again and wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side" please just do yourself a favor and READ THIS

unprecedented reveal - ( @spideyyeet ) smut, fluff, mma!toji, journalist!reader, lowkey angst, "photo leaks of toji going down on you in public is suddenly exposed for everyone to know about the infamous fighters girlfriend" wELL dssdfh that´ll do it

due date - ( @sleepymarimo ) fluff, big scary dad!toji, UGHHH LOVE ME SOME FLUFFY TOJI

a day at the beach - ( @sttoru ) fluff, slice of life, dad!toji, baby!megumi, wife!reader. this is so cute :33

gimme, gimme more - ( @omgeto ) rich!geto x stripper!reader, lots of plot and build up, he is misteriousssss and fucking filthy and so cuTE??????? wtf, the wating game is real, he knows how to play his cards very well, LAWDD HAVE MERCY i would have folded too

gripping the headboard with one hand - ( @satoruhour ) geto smut, “what a slut.” hELP

picture perfect - ( @ramonathinks ) smut, photographer choso, he´s lowkey a perv, jacks off to oc´s pictures

type of husband - ( @tonycries ) fluff, hubby!sukuna, this is so cute omgggg

bad boy - good toy - ( @yuujispinkhair ) smut, sub!sukuna (YUPP), campus frat boy/fuckboy/bad boy! sukuna, dom!reader, college au. this,,is literally one of the BEST sukuna smut pieces out there, TRUST. I´ve never read anything similiar, it has it ALL I- please, if you want to be horny and entertained, go ahead and read this (may not be everyones cup of tea so pay attention to the warnings). Part 2 is where is at for sure, it deserves many more notes imo

[mwahbabe]

jinx x trashy!bimbo! reader ☆

pairing: jinx x fem!reader

mdni, smut, v!fingering(j!&r! receiving) cunnilingus(r!receiving) public sex, voyeurism, perv!jinx, alcohol consumption(j!&r!) fluff, jinx deserves love and care😭

⭑ jinx immediately grows attached to you tbh, especially when she discovers you’re also a little crazy. (not as much as her level but you’re always matching her energy and she loves that.)

⭑ you two are an absolute power couple.

⭑ jinx also is really really obsessed with you. like a concerning amount, the type to print out your instagram pics put them on her wall and masturbate to them. not that you mind. it’s a huge boost to your ego.

⭑ you go along with her crazy random ideas of fun and aren’t afraid of anything. and you’re not put off by her “quirks”

⭑ the shit you two get into always ends with you two being chased by security or getting into a fight with grown ass men at a shithole bar.

⭑ always out drinks you, (lowkey gets you drunk on purpose) but she’ll always hold your hair back as your puking your guts out and help you back to her place, all while teasing you “aw, can’t hold your liquor toots? then why’d ya drink so much?” knowing damn well it’s her fault.

⭑ but she’ll watch over you of course, making sure you don’t choke on your own vomit in your sleep, as well as admire how pretty you are. probably talk to you when you’re asleep.

⭑ she loves your style, how it’s very similar to hers, plus the makeup looks you do, she’ll definitely sit you up on her vanity and do your makeup, your things always end up missing, until you see her wearing them, like your tank tops, bracelets, necklaces, among other things– “jinx.. is that my hot pink thong?” jinx snaps the waistband that’s sitting perfectly on her hips winking at you. “nice panties you got there toots.”

⭑ loves how you smell too, like those sweet, sour candy body mists. she’ll get all up in your face and sniff on you like a puppy and most likely bite you like the gremlin she is.

⭑ likes to match outfits or nails or makeup with you, makes her feel really giddy knowing you’re hers, and she’s yours.

⭑ loves your piercings and will ask you to pierce her belly or tongue or– nipples like yours. so using vodka as a steriliser after both of you are wasted you pierce her wherever she asks. honestly how it healed up is a mystery.

⭑ but she looks fucking hot with her belly, tongue AND nips pierced.

⭑ in the morning when you two have been out drinking she’s waking you up kissing and licking all over your face. whining at you to wake up because she misses you. “c’monnn babe wakey wakey, pay attention to mee.”

⭑ of course you do. even if you’re grumpy and hungover you can’t say no to her ever. you deal with her neediness and either let her eat your pussy until you cum all over her greedy mouth or fingerfuck her dripping cunt to get her to shuttup and be calm for 5 minutes, the only time she’s not bothering you is when and after she’s squirting all over your fingers and even all over you and her.

⭑ you two fuck like bunnies, jinx is a fiend, it’s possibly concerning to others but you absolutely love it considering being a nymphomaniac as well, she’s the only one who’s tired you out.

⭑ public sex with her is an absolute thing. she’ll pull you into a dirty alleyway and fuck you up against the graffitied wall, or pull you into a stall and needily pull your hand and guide it into her panties. “hurry up and fuck me..” “god you’re a slut jinx.” both of you get off on the thrill of being caught as well as how filthy it is.

⭑ you two had the dumb idea to go skinny dipping into the lake by a random bridge. even though you could have broken a bone not knowing how deep the water is somehow you two always survive. which of course ends in your tits pressed against each others and your fingers knuckles deep in her slick pussy duhhh.

⭑ but besides all that you two have so much in common emotionally, the fear of abandonment, the fear of constantly hurting others, the way you two have just given up on caring what happens to you. you now have each other to fight for and care for.

⭑ jinx feels wanted and needed and so do you. especially knowing you’re making her happy.

⭑ she’s very very whipped. you’re never getting rid of her. lucky for her, you’re not going anywhere.

[merakidoll]

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟏 | Sylus and Gojo

synopsis : just two rivals who’s common interest is the ditzy barista

warnings : chubby bimbo reader! reader is implied to have braids ( so what does that mean? ) rivals sylus and gojo! penetration, zoom sex! masterbation ( m ) allusion to gojo getting his bussy plowed but no description! lots of pet names! lowkey a little of subby gojo! this is really more so sylus focused

gojo and sylus who were one another’s rival - but with rivals comes a common thing they both long for, and for the two ceo’s it was the pretty airhead barista who made their dark roast perfectly! the two bright haired men found the sweet thing so .. delicate; that even when she simply mix up a dark roast with a pumpkin spice - neither have the heart to tell her.“is it good mister sylus?” sylus gave a curt nod, lips tight as he took a deep gulp of the warm, very sugary- very cinnamony substance. “just how i like it princess, you’re so good to me” his eyes shimmered as he noticed gojo walk in. him too occupied with a phone call to notice his presence.

“hey baby, how bout you make another one of there for mister gojo. know he’d love it! on me, but shh it’ll be our little secret.” sylus put his long slender finger to his lips in a shush motion. he could have came in his pants the way your big eyes shined; just so eager to please. he slyly moved to a corner watching you hand gojo the cup, his demeanor getting giddy at how you gave him a free coffee. “for me precious?” sylus held in his chuckle watching gojo take a sip, his adam’s apple bobbing as he held in a cough.

“do you like it?” you said hopeful. “it’s my favorite! and mister sylus really enjoyed it too!” at the sound of his name gojo’s eyes immediately shifted to where the other man stood, eyes lowering while he licked his lips looking back at you. “did mister sylus put you up to this sweet thing?”

“n-no ..” you shifted on both feet, biting into your gloss lips nervously. “good girls don’t lie do they precious?” your mouth opened, agape like a fish trying to respond. but luckily sylus stepped in. “comon gojo, leave my girl alone. it’s all a harmless prank” he smirked at his enemy, before walking away leaving you two to stand in silence. it was now a tuesday. both gojo and sylus having a scheduled meeting at 12pm sharpe. the zoom call started quickly, gojo joining only to see the other man already logged on.

there he was, the camera having the perfect view of sylus fucking into you cunt. you moand loudly, the camera in your face, braids wrapped around sylus’s hand as he pounded into you, pelvis meeting your ass. “tell’em baby. tell gojo how daddy’s makin you feel” gojo’s cock pressed hard against his slacks, his jaw clenched that he has lost this. “yes precious tell me. tell me how good it feels being a bad girl.” your eyes opened, low and red, pretty lash damp from how hard your pussy was being pounded. “s-so good n f-feels s’good mister gojooooo!” your small hand moved back trying to push some of the ceo out of you, but he only took hold of it, pushing you more against the desk.

“good ass pussy” sylus threw his head back, stilling himself into your tight cunt as he came stuffing you with his seeds. “s’full” he heard you mumble, spit dripping from your mouth as his cum mixed with yours fell out of your hole, and onto his floor. sylus knew he wasn’t done with you. gojo did too, sylus starting his movements back- but slower. he stared at gojo in the camera as he gave you slow thrust; mushroom tip touching every piece inside of you. “you miss it go?” he titled his head letting go of your hair, and grabbing your neck pushing your back to be against his chest.

“tell me. tell her. tell her how you used to be in this exact position” sylus’s unoccupied hand moved down your body. pinched your nipples, to moving down and rubbing your clit. “it feels good baby?” sylus’s question was for you both. you moaning into his neck with a fuzzy brain, orgasms right there. and to gojo who squeezed his long cock, abs flexing while his balls jerked in his pants. “cum.” on command you and gojo mad a mess in unison. your cream making a ring around sylus who’s cock jerked shooting more of his cum inside of you.

gojo’s got all over his computer, a small smudge being made to his camera lens at how hard he’d just came. he breathed in and out fastly watching sylus whisper sweet nothing into your ears, soft kisses to your cheek as he moved his cock to stuff the cum that came out of you back in. without even glancing at gojo he spoke. “meet us at my house. i missed you too baby boy.” then the zoom was over.

[mariasont]

Need a bimbo assistant reader x hotch fic where the team is making fun of hotch for having no sense of humour until we say smth like "what are you talking about? Hotch is hilarious!" And everyone just turns to hotch like "wtf??" To which he immediately changes the subject. But surprise surprise he's only trying to be funny around us to be charming 😛

The Funny Thing About Him - A.H

a/n: obsessed with this request bc this is so canon, i just know mans is saving ever stupid pun he sees on his blackberry to tell bimbo reader lololo

but thank you so much for the request lovely!

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, flirtiness galore, hotch being whipped and not knowing it yet, the team being a menace and lowkey bullying hotch, unintentional simping, bimbo!reader glazing hotch's sense of humor

wc: 1.9k

It was a rare thing for the team to spend time together outside of work, and even rarer to do so in a place like this. A dive bar that looked like it hadn't seen a deep clean since the Bush administration. But Garcia had insisted — no, demanded —that they all check out what she had referred to as her second office. 

So here you were, crammed into a tiny booth with the team, surrounded by mismatched furniture, sticky tabletops, and walls that had somehow absorbed the faint tang of stale beer as if it were part of their structural integrity. But after a round of drinks, then appetizers, then more drinks, it had become kind of charming in a deeply questionable way.

Everyone had seemed to have loosened up. Hotch, naturally, was the exception. Seated at the edge of the booth, he looked almost hilariously out of place, like someone had photoshopped him into the scene. His posture was straight as ever, his suit jacket neatly draped on the back of his chair, and fingers loosely curled around a glass of whiskey. 

He was listening, though, as he always did, dark eyes flicking to whoever was speaking, his small nods he only thing that gave him away.

You, however, were hyper-aware of Hotch for reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with professionalism. The small booth had left you wedged between him and Garcia, and you couldn't decide if it was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, it meant you were close enough to feel the heat radiating from him, smell the woodsy, expensive cologne he always wore, and notice the little ways his expression softened just a hair every time you caught him glancing your way.

On the other hand, well, all those things were very distracting. 

Like, very distracting.

Garcia was mid-story — something dramatic about a terrible date, an allergic reaction, and a wig — but you weren't really listening. You were trying, of course, but your mind seemed too busy cataloging the way your elbow accidentally brushed against Hotch's every time you shifted, or how your knees kept grazing under the table.

Each time, you'd mutter a quick, oops, sorry, and each time, you absolutely did not mean it.

You liked testing the boundaries with him, liked noticing his reactions. In fact, you liked being able to notice most things about him, the little details no one else seemed to catch.

Like how he had this funny way of pressing his lips together when he was reading something particularly dense, like he was silently judging whoever wrote it. Or how he always seemed to have a spare hair tie ready in his desk drawer because yours snapped at the worst possible moments, and somehow, he always had it ready right when you needed it, like he'd been waiting for you to ask. 

Or how, right now, he kept subtly hovering a hand behind your head every time you leaned back in laughter, like he was ready to stop you from accidentally smacking the back of your head against the hard wood of the booth.

It made you feel warm and fizzy, like you’d downed one too many sugary cocktails. Which, honestly, you might have.

"Hotch," Garcia suddenly blurted, dragging you out of your thoughts. "Back me up here, there's no way this is the worst first day you've ever heard of."

He blinked, seemingly caught off guard. "I... I suppose it's up there."

Morgan grinned and shook his head. "Hotch, your definition of worst first date is probably someone not knowing how to file their taxes. You’ve got zero imagination for this stuff."

You glanced at Hotch, who just shrugged, not even bothering to defend himself.

No imagination, Morgan had said, and for some reason, you couldn’t help but try to picture it, Hotch on a date.

At first, the idea felt completely out of place, like imagining a celebrity shopping for milk. But then, the image started to take shape — he’d show up early, wearing one of those perfectly tailored suits that made him look like he belonged on the cover of GQ. 

He’d pull out your chair, open every door, and probably order something practical, like steak or chicken. And even if the conversation started stiffly, he’d listen so intently, like every word you said mattered. By the end of the night, you’d be completely smitten.

Not that you’d thought about it or anything.

“I think you’re underselling him,” JJ said with a knowing smile, glancing at Hotch. “He might not have the most obvious imagination, but he has a way of surprising people.”

Emily snorted. “Yeah, right. Hotch probably schedules his surprises. Like, plan to laugh sometime between 8:00 and 8:15 PM.”

Morgan grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Hotch doesn’t laugh. He probably just stares at people mid-joke, makes them uncomfortable, and calls it a win.”

Hotch arched a brow. “I wasn’t aware my sense of humor was under scrutiny tonight.”

“Oh, come on,” Morgan said, his grin widening. “You’ve gotta admit, Hotch, you’re not exactly cracking jokes left and right. Your idea of funny is telling someone they’re late for work when they’re actually on time.”

“That was funny,” Hotch deadpanned.

The table erupted into laughter, and even Emily shook her head, biting back a grin. “You’re proving his point, you know.”

“What are you guys talking about? Hotch is hilarious.”

The table fell silent. Every single person turned to look at you like you’d just claimed the sky was green. Even Hotch stiffened beside you, his glass halfway to his lips.

Morgan’s head tilted, his grin fading into something more incredulous. “What did you just say?”

“Hotch?” Emily asked, her face the picture of astonishment. “Did you… did you bribe her to say that?”

“No!” you said quickly, holding up your hands like you were defending yourself. “I mean it! He’s, like, really funny!”

“Hotch?” Garcia repeated, looking at you like you’d sprouted a second head. “Our Hotch?”

“How can you guys not think he’s funny? I laugh at his jokes all the time.”

Hotch, who up until this point had been composed despite the teasing, suddenly looked… well, less composed. His lips parted like he was going to say something, but then he clamped them shut, the faintest tinge of pink creeping up his neck and settling across his cheeks.

Emily smirked, glancing between you and Hotch. “Okay, now I have to hear these so-called jokes you think are hilarious.”

You turned back to them, still looking baffled. “Well, I can’t just, like, repeat  them! It’s all in the timing. Hotch just… he has a vibe. You wouldn’t get it.”

The team erupted into laughter, but you just sighed dramatically, crossing your arms and turning back to Hotch. “Seriously, Aaron, tell them.”

Hotch cleared his throat, setting his glass down a little too forcefully.

 “So, Garcia,” he said quickly, his voice normal but his ears tinged red, “about this terrible first date —”

Hotch shot you a quick, almost panicked glance, but you pretended not to notice. Either way, you popped the fry into your mouth and smiled at him like you hadn’t just completely upended his reputation in front of the entire team.

Eventually the bar had mostly emptied out, including your team, the once-loud chatter replaced by the occasional creak of chairs and muffled laughter from the remaining patrons. You stood by the door, fiddling with the zipper of your jacket as another rush of cold air blew in when someone left. The chill bit at your cheeks. It wasn't the warmest coat in the world, but it was adorable, which you felt was more important.

Before you could even complain, however, Hotch stepped forward, placing himself squarely between you and the wind.

"Did you have fun tonight?"

You beamed at him, fingers idly playing with the end of your scarf. You took a small step closer, partly to escape the wind, partly for reasons you didn't feel you needed to disclose.

"Always," you said, tilting your head to examine him closely. "Did you?"

He nodded. "I did."

You blinked up at him. "Really? Even with everyone giving you such a hard time? I mean, they were relentless tonight.”

“They can’t help themselves." He huffed out a soft laugh, his breath misting in the cold air. Then, with a dry edge, he added, “And to be fair, I think I handled it better than you handled the fries Garcia stole from your plate.”

You giggled, covering your mouth with one hand.

“Hey! That was a crime! I had every right to be upset!” Hotch chukled softly, shaking his head. “See?” you said, poking him in the arm. “You’re funny! You are! Why aren’t you like that around everyone else?”

Hotch glanced at you, the corner of his mouth twitching faintly. “I think I just… read the room.”

Hotch’s vague answer left you with more questions than clarity, but you didn’t push him. The more you thought about it, the more certain you became —he was different with you.

Hotch didn’t crack jokes in the bullpen — not unless you were there. He didn’t tell silly stories during late-night case reviews — not unless it was just the two of you staying behind in the office, sorting through files. Like that time he told you about his college roommate, you’d laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe, and he’d chuckled softly, shaking his head like he hadn’t expected you to find it so funny.

Or the way he’d once walked by your desk and dropped a note on it that said, if it gets any colder in here, we’ll be solving frostbite cases next. You still had it tucked away in your drawer.

The thought made you feel a bit warmer, like you’d just downed a champagne flute in one gulp. Your cheeks hurt from how hard you were smiling, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out.

“You know, you’re the best boss ever. Have I told you that before?”

Hotch turned his head toward you, one eyebrow raised. “What do you want?” 

“Nothing!” you said quickly, your grin widening. “I’m just being honest!”

Hotch raised an eyebrow. "I hope you remember that next time you're twenty minutes late to a meeting because there was a sale at Bloomingdale’s."

You gave him your sweetest, most innocent smile.

“Well, maybe if you came with me to the sale, you wouldn’t have to wait twenty minutes for me to show up.” You leaned a little closer, your voice dropping into a teasing sing-song. “And I bet you’d look so cute holding my shopping bags.”

Hotch rolled his eyes, his expression impossibly dry. “I think I’ll leave the shopping bag modeling to Reid. He’s probably got the legs for it.”

You burst into a fit of giggles, covering your mouth with your gloved hands. “Okay, now you’re just messing with me!”

He exhaled a small laugh, finally relenting. “Alright, let’s go before you freeze.”

Still laughing, you looped your arm back through his and gave it a little squeeze as the two of you walked through the door. 

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[xxsinisterbunniexx]

ben, masky, toby, jeff & brian with an s/o thats kinda like nina? like obsessed with them, would do anything to impress them & is kinda a bimbo?

Like sorry this one took me a hot minute, school has been kicking my ass 😔

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Creepypasta boys x obsessive reader ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, BEN drowned, X Virus, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoodie

Jeff

☠︎︎ ︎he would be so pissed oml

☠︎︎ he already had to deal with Nina and now there’s TWO crazy bitches obsessed with him

☠︎︎like damn he knows he’s the shit but still

☠︎︎ straight up calls you annoying and says he doesn’t want you around

☠︎︎he prefers to chase, not to be chased so he wouldn’t really be into you

☠︎︎would perhaps keep you around as a fuck buddy :/

Toby

✘ his first impression is that you’re a weirdo

✘ of all the people you could be obsessed with

✘ crazy hatchet man really? It’s laughable

✘ he may use it to take advantage of you at first

✘ just does shit to fuck with you

✘ simply testing your limits, seeing how far you will go

✘ if you endure all of that then he’s impressed

✘ in turn, he’s now obsessed with you

✘especially if you’re a bimbo (Toby likes pretty girls)

Eyeless Jack

𖤐 he’s a bit surprised that you’re into him

𖤐 like the kidney eating didn’t throw you off?

𖤐 really admires the dedication

𖤐 doesn’t want you to do too much for him though

𖤐 because he doesn’t deserve it

𖤐 would reciprocate your feelings

𖤐 constantly tells you how much you mean to him

BEN drowned

⚠︎ sigh

⚠︎ stop giving this man ammo

⚠︎ finds you to be a bit annoying at first

⚠︎ like you can’t be obsessed with him, you haven’t even seen how horrible he is yet

⚠︎ and yet he puts you through hell and back and… you’re still here?

⚠︎ if you’re still obsessed with him after all that, he feels a strong connection to you

⚠︎ you know he’s incredibly manipulative and sadistic and yet you still love him? If he had a heart this would bring a tear to his eye

⚠︎ would still do things to fuck with you from time to time

⚠︎ gotta keep the romance alive

X Virus

☣︎ his opinion of you really depends on how annoying you are about it

☣︎ like, trying to distract him all the time and wanting his attention while he’s working?

☣︎ blocked and reported to law enforcement

☣︎ but if you’re like super interested in his work

☣︎ loves to have you around to yap at

☣︎ sit in his lap and let him talk about his nerd shit while he puts his hands all over you

☣︎ you don’t understand any of it anyways but you’re trying your best

☣︎ he’s HOOKED

☣︎ Loves having you in the lab just sitting pretty

Tim/Masky

꩜ Tim is generally a rational person so he’s thrown off by your obsession

꩜To the point where, he’s very suspicious of you at first

꩜because you have got to be off the walls kookoo bonkers

꩜the longer you stick around though, he’s bound to warm up to you

꩜he also doesn’t mind the eye candy

☆ Masky is amused by how pathetic you are

☆likes you as long as you don’t get in his way

☆honestly loves how air headed you are

☆pulls you close and smiles behind the mask, “there ain’t a single thing going on in that pretty little head of yours”

Brian/Hoodie

𖣐 Brian lowkey treats you like a little puppy

𖣐 doesn’t mind having someone follow him around and cling to him

𖣐 spurs on the obsessive tendencies

𖣐 he can’t fix you but he can sure as hell make you worse

𖣐 “babe that girl totally just looked at me you should go kill her”

☹ Hoodie loves loves loves it

☹ he thinks you’re super twisted but he finds that super hot

☹ loves that you will do anything he says

☹ calls you good girl all the time

Hope you enjoyed :3

[midnite-c6]

listen…

Thanos being completely shocked at the fact that namgyu is dating someone who’s the complete opposite of them both, sure thanos has heard namgyu muttering under his breath that he needs to get back home to his girl but he just assumed you were gonna be completely like them. But seeing you smiling all so nicely at him whilst namgyu introduced him to you, no wonder namgyu wanted to get back quickly

HEHE its like my choi su bong x namgyusgf reader one oops + this one finally leaving the drafts 😭 lowkey sweet thanos but cheating nonetheless

choi su-bong x namgyusinnocentgf!reader warnings: 18+, dubcon, dark content, cheating, oral (m receiving), bimbo reader?, HEAVY corruption kink, no proofread

つ⁠｡⁠☆ rappers, money, clubs, drugs, strippers, sex. that's all that thanos thought of when he thinks of his best-friend's "girlfriend". someone who takes the same aura as nam-gyu, a person who is quite literally mentally deranged, it even freaks him out sometimes.

but when he stands infront of nam-gyu's doorstep and looks down to see your innocent, pure face, one that would never inhale a cigarette, or step foot an inch in a kind of guy like nam-gyu or his's way, he's shocked, baffled, for sure. "tsk, doll, where's nam-gyu?" you hummed, giving him a warm smile as a welcome, "he's not here right now, still working at the club, i'm sure you're thanos right?" he'd stare, awe-struck, still in disbelief. "and your...?" "his girlfriend." you tilt your head to the side, why else would you be answering nam-gyu's front door? "right. can i come in, pretty?" you'd move to the side, inviting him in. "...are you sure? you sure you're his girlfriend? nam-gyu?" "yes?"

he huffs as he walks inside. "do you even know half the things he does?" the man flops onto the couch, closing his eyes, like he owns the place. "what do you mean...? he's just a normal guy..?" he bursts into laughter, really? normal? "that guy's a jerk." what a compliment to his best friend. "a dirty jerk." he'd open his eyes to see, poor you, looking down at him, so confused and lost, like what would he mean by that? it only gets him fucking hot, i mean your dumb little face needs to be fucked, desperately. "don't look at me like that. have you ever smoked a line before?" you were getting concerned by the second, maybe you invited the wrong guy? "uhm... i think you should leave.." he scoffs, "answer the question." in an attempt to be smart, you'd try to get your phone that was conveniently placed on the couch, his hand would stop you though, getting to your phone first. "h-hey-!" he shrugs you off, "i can't tell if this is all an act or not." he continues to eye you down, does nam-gyu do this to you too? toy with you?

"are you seriously that naive to think he's a nice guy? man... he must be such a good liar." "what are you on about-" he places a hand on your lips, shutting you up. "or are you just that fucking into this?" you pout, feeling helpless to defend yourself..

"you like to act all innocent to rile men up, hmm?" you shake your head in response, "i have to admit, i'm jealous, angel, he gets all this good-stuff, untouched, virgin-like, girl to himself!" he spits out, taking his hand off your mouth. "but i swear- i'm waitin' til i'm married." what? fucking why would you be dating his buddy then? he's fucking girls left and right, he doesn't even have money for a lousy ring. "you think that guy would marry you?" you nod. "hope so." he'd only laugh at the thought to himself, pausing for a moment to sigh and a convenient time to obtain an idea...

"don't you not wanna dissapoint him?" you're already too annoyed at this guy, asking questions left and right. "like... what if you guys do wait for marriage, and you just wont fuck right?" "but we lov-" he'd shut you up again, with his pointer fingers, shushing you. "yeah, love, whatever... but that man's got some high as hell standards... " leaning in to whisper in your ear, "what if he falls out of love immediately when you can't suck his dick right, or you can't fuck him since you're too tight? tight is bad, you know." he's loving every bit of this, loves how you practically flinch whenever he says those explicit words, where you suddenly get worried about something that you weren't supposed to be worried about, definitely not your pretty little head.

"really?" tilting your head to the side, face painted in real concern.

"really."

◜⁠‿⁠◍✧⁠*⁠。

nam-gyu hated virgins, he said. nam-gyu hates inexperience, he said. so why did thanos absolutely loved how you were already squirming when he's only palming your clothed virgin pussy? "chillax." but you couldn't, not when the last place you would ever think about touching was being touched by the purple-haired weirdo you so easily invited on his lap. it felt tingly, it felt unfamiliar, it also felt wrong. "startin' to think your just any neighborhood slut, gettin' guys to think you're all pure n' innocent..." he'd whisper, knowing that you're too pretty and pure to be hearing the filth that comes out of his mouth... "is that true, sweetheart?" you could feel his warm breath, shaking your head to his dumb questions, yet you're none the wiser to not take his advice. as he pushes your white satin panties to the side, fingers gliding onto your folds, you'd let out a sweet, sweet, moan, right into his ear. "you're into men who looks like they'd ruin your life, huh?" it felt real nice until a wandering finger would shove right past your hole, "you don't even know my name.." the action made a painful squeak come out of you, "m'don't w-want it, anymore!" "you don't want to impress nam-gyu?"

soon enough, you're cumming, legs shaking, just by a finger! "u-uhm -! is.. is that good..?" looking down on your lap, "what's good, doll...?" "the white stuff." fuck. did you even know you could cum? he was truly a bastard to be fucking you and it made his cock twitch... ache . "yeah. but, it won't wow him that much." what! you'd went through all that, and it didn't even matter?! (he only wanted to see what a virgin's pussy would look like anyway, he wasn't disappointed.)

you furrow your brows. "then... what?" lifting off his lap, looking at him straight in the eye. his calloused thumb would meet your lower lip, roughly pressing onto it for your mouth to be agape. "need ta' train your throat, yeah?" like he was a professional, he pushes you down to the smooth white tiles of the floor, earning a grunt from you. he'd unzip his pants, no boxers or briefs (slut), purple mixed with black pubes, you're wide-eyed stare at his cock, like you'd never seen it before, made it harder. "not goin' gentle on ya now." the only warning he'd give before he'd tug your hair to fully take his dick in, of course you gag, but he wouldn't give you the mercy of pulling away, instead his hand tugs harder, making you stay in your place, you'd open your eyes as to plead with it, earning a guttural moan at the man, "shit. now suck, and no teeth." pulling your head back n' forth, he smelt of musk and sweat, it wasn't enough to not distract you from how you were choking on his length, practically pushing him away. he gives in, letting you breath for a second. "come on, you haven't even made me cum yet, dumbass, you've got no rhythm, but that's another lesson..." a few seconds, he gives, "l-let me jus-" he shoves himself again, but you'd be trained from the first thrust. "fuck, you're so pretty." as he looks down, spitting on your face to see it drip down, you hated yet loved every bit of it... maybe you were a slut afterall. maybe he was right.

his pace was slowing down, all messy, sloppy, "gonna shoot... shoot my load into you, right...now..." he controlled the pace but it was you, your cute self, and your throat that was making him feel so .. excited. when he finally pulls out, pumping his dick a few times, then "that's good. when he cums you did good." yay. you did good :) the white stuff *did* taste a bit nice, yet bitter. seeing you smile because of what you did for the first time made him want to fuck that smile out of you. when you're purely ruined for anyone else. but that'll wait for other lessons, he was nice, for now.

of course, he'd save the best for last, to feel your tight pussy clenching on his dick, but to his demise, he'd hear a knock on the door, and smell the essence of weed, smoke, and drugs. nam-gyu's home! what would he feel when he sees his bestfriend's cum all over your face?

forgot i had this in my drafts. kinda ass tbh 😭😁, mayhaps my last squid game fic until squid game s3 comes out, been into other things lately (challengers)😕😞

[jjmyeonz]

Family Vibes | l.hs

sypnosis: No one really knows what it’s like to be a teachers kid. The topic is rarely ever brought up, there are things that you might not have known about being a child of a teacher and that is what yn and heeseung are. teachers kids.

The first year yn had transferred into the school, heeseung was this scrawny kid that hasn’t hit puberty yet. He was short, immature and all she saw him as was just the son of her parent’s friends. Yet the following year, over a single summer… heeseung grew a foot taller than he was before. Puberty. Everyone’s best friends or enemies.

pairing: heeseung x f!reader

cw: swearing, inappropriate jokes, mixed signals, questionable humour, and attempted humour

START DATE: 25/03/25

END DATE: ??/??/25

a/n: hi, and welcome. midnight thoughts core!! aye🤥

Profiles -

profile 1. profile 2.

Chapters -

01 - just say you hate me!!

02 - what are they?!

03 - age calculator

04 - it’s better you don’t know😁😁

05 - tutor me. yes? yay😁💗

06 - Forced proximity bullshit

07 - 'staff' WE AINT EVEN GETTING PAID💔💔

08 - A RAT WHO SPENDS MY MONEY

09 - my two wives😎😎

10 - lowkey my cousin

11 - just family friends

12 - villian arc.

13 - 911 we officially lost her💔💔

14 - you shouldn't be on your phone.

15 - Are you Jia's sister?

16 - then she's delusional 🤥

17 - he's a dude.

18 - you better fucking pray they don't 19 - and this is why ur failing😁💓

20 - AT YOUR GROWN AGE?!

21 - everyone is friends with jia

tba...

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[doiliedaze]

When the morning comes your still mine

Warnings: whistle trained reader, somewhat toxic relationship?? Reader has no will-power I mean immediately goes back into Sevika’s arms, public sex, dark and ooc! Sev, humiliation, Sev is packing and her strap is referred to as cock, degradation (reader is called a bitch and refers to herself as a mindless bimbo), I’m lowkey gaslighting reader too LMAOO

Genre: smut, angst with the little plot I put in here

A/N: inspired by the copious domestic Sevika content I’ve been taking in and pretty little birds by SZA and @wingedcrowpersona

Reader is a stripper!!

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Divorce wasn’t something you saw with you and Sevika but it’s your reality.

It was like one morning was different, the arguing didn’t matter, the makeup sex wasn’t working. You still wanted her but you didn’t need her.

You fell back into your old routine; get up, practice, hangout, work, hangout, sleep. Anything that stops you from thinking. Your marriage was lovely till it wasn’t, never agreeing with Silcos influence on your wife.

Music was blaring, lights were flashing and slightly tipsy you didn’t know where you were walking. This plus six inch platform heels caused disaster.

You fell right into her arms.

She was still as beautiful as ever and you know she thought the same about you. You also knew you were trapped.

Her mechanic hand squeezing the small of your back as she helps you up. “You look good” she states as she pops the string of your thong.

Immediately you swat her hand away, “don’t touch me like that.” You state crossing your arms. Vika always teased you whether you liked it or not.

Slowly she almost stalks to you, “is that how you treat your wife?”

“Not my wife anymore that’s how divorce works.”

“Not divorced if you didn’t sign the papers doll.” She said as she cups your face and brings you close. “For one second could you behave? Be my good little wife again?” Instinctively you nod missing how mean she could be, “I could fuck you right here and you’d like that mhm?”

“I’m on the clock!” You whine remembering where you are.

“I’ll pay you” she says flatly as one of her fingers dip into the front of your thong.

“Sevika wait” you gasp and you press yourself closer trying to make sure no one in the club could see you.

You grab her wrist about to deny yourself of pleasure until Sevika let’s out a short loud whistle. You let go of her wrist, stand up straight and look at her with doe eyes.

“Still my bitch I see” she says as she slowly rubs circles on your pretty clit. You can’t help but moan and obey because that’s what Sevika deserves, a mindless bimbo wife.

Legs shaking due to embarrassment and pleasure you step closer to her to balance yourself. Another whistle was let out and you open your legs more, giving her thick finger more access to you.

“I should embarrass you, since you embarrassed me.” She scoffs, “thinking you aren’t mine, my wife.”

You shake your head no but it didn’t really matter. She knew you wanted this, she knows how much you missed her.

Sevika maneuvers you two to a booth, pulling you by your thong strap. She’s seated whilst your standing.

“C’mon dance, entertain me.” She mutters as she lights a cigar blowing it in your direction knowing you hate smoke. Sevika is never this hard on you but you left her, you did this to yourself.

Slowly you dance to the music, touching yourself here and there in the process. Naturally you strip not caring who saw because it was about your wife’s pleasure. Once you were bare she whistles and you sit on her lap. Sevika puts the cigar out and holds your face, smoke escaping her mouth. “I missed you”, her whisper sincere and hurt. “Not as much as I.” You mumble before you softly press your lips against hers.

Her tongue slithers your mouth. She missed how you taste, how you feel so much. How could you deprive this from her?

Your pierced nipples rub against hers and you go to unbuckle her pants. Like a good bitch you wait for the whistle, her wanting to see how patience you could be. Once granted permission you are able to slip her inside with a satisfactory squelch from your dripping cunt.

Her hands were harsh on your hips and your pelvis was burning but none of the mattered as you kissed your wife. Didn’t matter who was watching or if you’d feel shame tomorrow because that’s the effect she has on you.

Both of you desperate for each other are rutting against each other ready to cum. Saliva is dripping from your tongues, hair is frizzy and fucked, both of your moans are loud and desperate.

She just wants her wife back, wants to take care of you again. Fucks you into never thinking about leaving her again.

With one final thrust you shakily cum, and ride your orgasm out together.

“Can I take you home?” She whispers her eyes looking like hurt puppy dogs. “Let’s go home.”

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A/N: oh my gosh!! I need to be whistle trained by her!! She’s so hot why isn’t she real (ˊ̥̥̥̥̥ ³ ˋ̥̥̥̥̥)

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven

(Dividers- @dollywons)

[proactivetypaperson]

stepbro rafe hcs!

Warnings: stepcest, dub-con, reader’s lowkey a bimbo, light smut, pervy behavior, DARK CONTENT, jealousy.

a/n: this is my first post so please be nice and as always mdni!

stepbrother! rafe who was always a little too touchy with you, holding your hips to move you out of his way, caressing your head when you did something right, placing his hand on your thigh as you sat next to him at family dinner, making you his personal eye candy at parties, making his friends envious, and making their shorts tighten at your cleavage as they watched you lean down and pick something up for Rafe.

You dismissed it as casual affection because you were just relieved that your intimidating big evil stepbrother liked you.

;;

A shiver ran through you as you felt Rafe’s fingers graze your spine as he pulls down the zipper, and you see him lick his lips at the sight of your boobs spilling out of your push-up bra.

You gasp when he unhooks it in one swift motion making it pool at your feet, and you bite your lip as his finger reaches out to brush over your hardened nipple.

stepbro! Rafe always carries drags you back to his room when you've had a little too much to drink, stripping you and changing your clothes so you can wear his, so you know better than to protest as his gaze hungrily travels down your half-naked body, swallowing roughly when your palms reach up to squeeze your boobs as a protection against the cold air and cock twitching when you look up at him through your lashes and whine for him to give you his shirt already.

;;

stepbro! rafe wrapped your lace panties around his hardening cock, getting off to your pictures, in his defense, you did ask him to take a good picture of you and perhaps he took a few extra for himself. You didn't mind because you were wearing the miniskirt he bought you as an act of reconciliation after he beat up that touron for talking to you, so it's not entirely his fault that he took a few in different angles. That's what a nice stepbrother does, right?

;;

stepbro! rafe who takes you shopping on the mainland where he buys you the skimpiest little skirts he can think of, skirts that he knows will undoubtedly hike up when you bend over, as well as some lace lingerie sets that would flash through your see-through shirts.

He usually follows you into the dressing room as you change, observing you with a hungry glare. He means well, of course; after all, who else is going to assist you in undressing?

;;

drunk or coked out stepbro! Rafe who slips into your room at night under the guise of just checking in on his stepsister, and before you know it he’s grinding against you,and being the good and obedient, step sister that you are, you grind back into him knowing that he just needs to relieve some tension. However, you squeeze your thighs together in an effort to stop him when he inserts his hand between them,

“Rafe …. but mom and dad?”

Sighing, he moves in closer and says, "Look, I just need you right now, okay?" and with that, he grabs your hand and presses it against his bulge. “This is what you do to me” he groans. You relent some not wanting to upset him he’s your favorite person after all and you just want to help him, it's what good stepsisters do right? And you let his hand make its way into your shorts, calloused fingers teasing your clit, “fuck so wet for me angel” he mumbles kissing you on the sweet spot right under your ear, and when you hear his belt unbuckle and hand snake his way around your throat you know you're in for a long night.

[spicyschemmenti]

Brains, Beauty & Chaos ➫ alex cabot

pairing: alex cabot x sassy bimbo!fem!reader

synopsis: when a grumpy detective underestimates you, assuming you’re just alex cabot’s ditzy, high-heeled assistant, you effortlessly pick apart his case with a giggle and a well-placed nail tap, leaving him speechless and Alex way too intrigued. But when you catch the usually unshakable ADA staring a little too long, you realize proving yourself might’ve unlocked a whole new kind of fun

warnings: playful insults, sarcasm, and reader has a whole lot of attitude, teasing and suggestive comments, pre-relationship/sexual tension between alex and reader, mild bending of office ettiquette

word count: 1.5k

author's note: lowkey feel like alex needs this kind of assisstant

You’re perched right on the edge of Alex Cabot’s desk, one leg crossed over the other, absently twirling a strand of your freshly curled hair around your finger. The scent of your expensive vanilla perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the sharp, clean scent of Alex’s office. Polished wood, leather, and that faint trace of her perfume that smells way too expensive for someone who pretends she’s all business. Your glossy pink nails catch the light as you flip lazily through the case file in front of you, not even pretending to be interested.

Across the room, Alex stands stiff and proper, arms crossed, her usual icy lawyer expression in full force. She’s got that look on her face, the one that says she’s two seconds away from rubbing her temples and sighing at you. Again. But she doesn’t, because Alex knows you by now. She knows the routine. Knows that you love to push just a little, just to see if she’ll break.

But the detective standing in front of her? He doesn’t know shit.

This guy is grizzled, probably hasn’t moisturized a day in his life takes one look at you, sprawled out like a cat in your designer heels and your perfectly coordinated outfit, and scoffs like he’s just so amused by the sight. Like you’re just some dumb little thing taking up space, some airheaded office accessory meant to grab coffee and look cute.

“She’s your assistant, Cabot?” he asks, sounding way too pleased with himself. His eyes flick to your phone, glittering rhinestone case and all, sitting next to the legal pad you haven’t touched. “What, does she do your nails between cases?”

Oh. Oh. That’s adorable.

You let out a sharp, sugary laugh, tilting your head as you bat your lashes at him. “Oh my god, you’re hilarious,” you say, your voice dripping with amusement, even though you’re already bored of him. But fine. If he wants to play, you’ll play.

You reach for the case file he just slapped onto Alex’s desk, lifting it carefully between two fingers like it’s something actually interesting. You can feel Alex watching you, her gaze heavy, but she doesn’t stop you. She knows better.

“What’s this, babe?” you hum, flipping through the pages. “Ooooh, is this a deposition? Witness testimony? Evidence?” You purse your lips like you’re really thinking hard, letting the moment stretch just long enough for the detective’s smirk to widen.

Then, without missing a beat, you tap one polished nail against the page, smile turning just a little sharper.

“Awww, sweetie,” you coo, “this is cute. Except for the part where your star witness totally contradicts themselves on page six. Like, did you even read this? ‘Cause I gotta say, not really giving your best work here.”

His expression twitches. He leans in, brows furrowing, but you’re already moving on, flipping to another page with a perfectly manicured flick of your wrist.

“Oh, and this little ‘airtight alibi’ you keep bragging about?” you continue, tilting your head like you really hate to be the bearer of bad news. “Yeahhh, problem is, the timestamp on their statement is, like, an hour after security footage has them across town. So, unless they figured out how to teleport between giving their statement and getting caught on camera, I think we’ve got a little whoopsie on our hands.”

The detective’s smirk is gone.

Across the desk, Alex exhales slowly, and you swear you catch the tiniest twitch of her lips. Just a hint of amusement. Just enough for you to know that, underneath all that cool and collected courtroom energy, she’s definitely enjoying this.

You shut the file with a little snap, flashing your prettiest, sweetest smile. “Next time, honey?” you say, leaning in just enough to lower your voice. “Maybe read before you talk.”

The detective glares, but he doesn’t argue. What’s he gonna say? You just did his job better than he did.

Turning back to Alex, you give her an innocent little tilt of your head, like you didn’t just bulldoze her entire meeting with a giggle and a well-placed legal takedown. “Soooo, Miss Cabot,” you purr, stretching just slightly, making sure she notices the way your dress rides up just a little. “Are we done here? Or do you need me for anything else?”

Alex’s eyes flick to yours. Steady. Cool. But too cool, like she’s trying really hard not to let something slip.

“We’re done,” she says, voice smooth as glass. But you hear it. The little shift. The tiniest crack in that perfect lawyerly control.

Oh yeah. She’s so impressed. And maybe—just maybe—a little obsessed.

The detective mutters something under his breath, snatching the file off Alex’s desk with more force than necessary. He barely spares you a glance as he turns on his heel and stomps out of the office like a toddler who just lost a game of Candy Land.

You don’t even bother to watch him go. You’re too busy watching her.

Alex is still standing there, arms crossed, but her posture is just a little stiffer than before. Her lips are tight, pressed together like she’s trying to keep something from slipping out. Her gaze lingers on you for a beat too long, her usual lawyerly mask firmly in place, but you know better. Oh, you know her so well.

“So,” you hum, stretching your arms above your head, knowing full well it makes your neckline dip just a little lower. “That was fun.” You drop your hands back into your lap, leaning forward slightly, propping your chin on your palm. “I mean, not for him, obviously, but for me? Definitely fun.”

Alex exhales sharply, moving around her desk to sit in her chair. “Did you have to do that?” she asks, her voice calm but edged with something you can’t quite place.

You blink, tilting your head like you’re genuinely confused. “Do what?”

She fixes you with a look, and ugh, she really does have a fantastic glare. All icy blue and sharp edges, like she could take you apart with a single sentence if she wanted to. Unfortunately for her, you love the attention.

“Completely humiliate a senior detective,” she clarifies, placing her hands flat on the desk. “In my office.”

You scoff, flicking a strand of hair over your shoulder. “Oh, please, I didn’t ‘humiliate’ him. He humiliated himself by thinking I was just a pretty face. I just happened to be here when it happened.” You smile sweetly. “Totally not my fault.”

Alex pinches the bridge of her nose, but you see it—the tiny, tiny twitch of her lips. She’s fighting it, but oh, she wants to smile.

“You’re impossible,” she mutters.

You grin, kicking your legs playfully. “You love it.”

She doesn’t confirm or deny, which is already an answer in itself.

Instead, she leans back in her chair, studying you with a look you can’t quite read. Her gaze flicks from your face, down to your outfit —your high heels dangling lazily from your toes, the smooth line of your legs, the way your dress hugs your curves just right.

You catch it. Oh, you catch it.

Alex Cabot is checking you out.

And not in that casual, I’m just looking in your general direction kind of way. No, this is something else. This is slow. This is measured. Like she’s realizing, for the first time, that you’re not just her frustratingly hot assistant—you’re a problem.

A very distracting problem.

Heat blooms in your chest, excitement buzzing under your skin. You lean forward just a little, dropping your voice to something lower, smoother. “Alex?”

She blinks, caught off guard. “What?”

You let your lips curve into a slow, teasing smile. “You’re staring.”

Alex stiffens instantly, jaw tightening. “I am not—”

“Oh, babe, it’s okay,” you interrupt, waving a dismissive hand. “I mean, I get it. If I were you, I’d be staring at me, too.” You sigh dramatically, stretching your arms above your head again, just to push a little. “It’s just a lot of beauty to take in at once, I know.”

Alex groans, running a hand over her face like she’s questioning every decision that led her to hiring you. But she still doesn’t look away.

“Unbelievable,” she mutters under her breath.

You bite back a smirk. She’s so flustered. And the best part? She doesn’t even know what to do with it.

You stand up slowly, smoothing out your dress, making a show of it. “Well, if you don’t need me for anything else,” you say, adjusting the strap of your bag, “I was gonna head out early. I mean, unless you wanna, I dunno, grab a drink or something?”

Alex’s head snaps up.

She looks at you, really looks at you, her mouth slightly parted like you just spoke in a foreign language.

You shrug, playing it cool, even though your pulse is racing. “No pressure, obviously. Just… seems like you could use a little break. And, y’know, I’m really good at helping people unwind.” You wink. “It’s, like, a specialty.”

Silence. A beat too long.

Then, finally, Alex exhales, her expression unreadable. “Go home,” she says, but her voice is softer now. Smoother.

You smile, turning toward the door. “Whatever you say, boss.”

As you strut out, hips swaying just enough to make it count, you don’t even need to look back to know she’s watching.

Oh yeah.

This is gonna be fun.

[princesseilish]

BIMBO!READER HEADCANNONS

Billie eilish x Bimbo!Reader

Bimbo!Reader who is the literal definition of beauty over brains. She might not always know what’s going on, but she looks good, and that’s what matters.

Bimbo!Reader who has never paid attention to the news in her life but can recite every shade of pink from the Valentino collection without hesitation.

Bimbo!Reader who doesn’t believe in carrying cash because “That’s what Billie is for.”

Bimbo!Reader who takes forever to get ready. Billie’s already waiting by the door, and she’s still fixing her lip gloss like “Just five more minutes, babe.”

Bimbo!Reader who always has her nails done—long, pink, and impractical. Billie watches in amusement as she struggles to pick up her credit card from the floor.

Bimbo!Reader who refers to everything as “That thingy” because full names are too much work. Billie has to decipher what she means like it’s a puzzle.

Bimbo!Reader who only listens to pop music and refuses to acknowledge any other genre. If Billie tries to play something else, she’s like “Ugh, babe, this is so sad. Can we put on Ariana?”

Bimbo!Reader who types with extra letters in every text. “Bils babyyy can u come get meee??” Billie just sighs and replies “On my way.”

Bimbo!Reader who insists she’s independent but doesn’t know how to do a single practical thing. “Billie, how do I call an Uber?” “Babe, what’s my email password?” Billie just shakes her head and helps her every time.

Bimbo!Reader who walks into Billie’s studio and immediately gets bored. She’ll sit in Billie’s lap, playing with her rings, whispering “Are you almost done?” like a needy kitten.

Bimbo!Reader who is way too gullible. Billie once joked that WiFi comes from the sky, and she fully believed it until someone corrected her months later.

Bimbo!Reader who wears heels everywhere. Billie keeps a pair of sneakers in her car just in case, but the girl refuses.

Bimbo!Reader who gets confused so easily. If someone explains something too fast, she just blinks and nods, playing along.

Bimbo!Reader who is sweet but so unintentionally spoiled. Like, she’ll say “Babe, I need a new bag” like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Bimbo!Reader who Billie is lowkey obsessed with because she’s just so effortlessly cute. Like, yeah, she might not be the most practical person, but she makes life fun.

Bimbo!Reader who Billie pretends to tease but secretly loves babying. Billie will complain “You’re such a menace” while tying her shoes for her.

Bimbo!Reader who always gets away with things because Billie just can’t be mad at her. One pout and she’s forgiven.

Bimbo!Reader who might be a little ditzy, but at the end of the day, she’s Billie’s ditzy girl—and that’s all that matters.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Helloo! It's my first time requesting:)) I love your fics lol. You write so good!!

Can I please request yandere bonten men with a slightly chubby bimbo reader who's insecure about her weight. She's bubbly, gullible and naive. They caught her talking to someone who's tryna hit her up. For the nsfw part can I please get belly bulging 😔

no? *sigh* fine.. here's my offering..

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Yandere!Bonten!Mikey x Chubby!Insecure!Bimbo!Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, wife!reader, mention of Sanzu and Bonten execs, brief mention of murder, gun use, lowkey naive!reader, size kink, belly bulging, big dick!Mikey, spanking, unprotected sex + creampie, kinda rough sex, not proofread ♡

note: I didn't know if you wanted a poly relationship or separate, so I just chose Mikey (I couldn't do all of them, I'm sorry but my brain is fried), I'm trying to keep the note short so anything else I have to yap about is in the tags

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You, your husband, and the Bonten executives were out at one of their nightclubs, trying to enjoy the little bit of time they had to spare due to their demanding jobs. You were in your cutest little dress, Mikey's favorite dress to be more precise. The one that hugged your curves just right and drove him damn near insane from how bad he wanted to rip it off of you.

Bonten had all gone their separate ways throughout the night, essentially leaving Sanzu in charge of watching you. He walked away from the booth you were sitting at for not even five minutes just to turn around and see a man, who he recognized as one of your coworkers, sitting across from you and quite obviously flirting with you.

Sanzu's first thought is to get this man away from you, by any means necessary. He walks back over to the booth, drawing his gun and pressing it to the man's temple.

"I don't know if you know this, but this lady right here is my boss's wife. So I suggest you move unless you want a piece of metal in your brain."

As soon as he's made aware of the situation, Mikey gets security to escort the man out the club, you can tell he did it because he has the slightest of smirks on his usually blank face. He sits down next to you and pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as if to give you a warning.

"What did I say about talking to strangers?"

"But he's not-"

"Don't talk back to me, I could have this whole place burned to the ground in a matter of seconds with that bastard trapped inside."

Soon, the rest of Bonten comes over and surrounds you at the table, naming off all the things they could do to your coworker.

"We could send some of our men to his house, teach him a little lesson without-" Koko tries to suggest.

"Or we could just take care of him ourselves." Sanzu interjects, itching to whoop some ass.

They couldn't care less about the man being your coworker because employees are always replaceable and they know Mikey would rather you not work with him anyway, so they all silently agree to take care of him permanently later on. For now, Mikey has to take care of you. He excuses himself, dragging you from the club into the car, and as soon as he gets you home he's bending you over the kitchen counter and pushing your dress up past your hips.

"C'mon baby, you know better than to test me like that, don't you?"

Mikey brings his rough, calloused hand down on your ass, smirking as he hears the little squeak that slips out your mouth. He grips your soft hips, his bulge pressing right against your pussy through your panties. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants and underwear down. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your plump thighs to reveal your soaked cunt.

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me.”

His middle finger slides back and forth between your folds, brushing lightly against your clit and making you weak in the knees. He lines himself up with your entrance and eases in, his fat cock stretching you out and causing a painful yet pleasurable burning sensation deep in your stomach. You can feel the tip of his dick knocking against the inside of your tummy, bulging through and pressing you firmly against the counter.

"Fuck! You're squeezing the life outta me."

"T-too big 'Jiro.."

"Too big? C'mon you can take it baby, you always take me so good."

His hips slap against your ass as he thrusts hard, his hand burying itself in your hair and pulling you off the counter to get a deeper angle. His free hand reaches around, cupping your tummy and applying pressure to the bulge formed there.

"You're so full of me, aren't you baby?"

All you can do is nod hurriedly and spew out nonsense in the form of moans, too fucked out to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. He presses soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder, his thrusts slowing down as he feels your pussy clenching around him as you cum. He lets out a raspy grunt shortly after as he starts to cum, filling you with his hot, gooey load.

He chuckles breathlessly as he pulls out, high off of his orgasm as he watches his cum leak out of you and drip down your thighs.

"You did so good princess. Gonna start behaving now, right? No more talking to strangers yeah?"

You mumble a soft 'Mhm' as your legs start to give out and you lie against the counter.

"Good." He peppers kisses on the nape of your neck before fixing his pants and helping you walk to the bathroom, knowing that he wouldn't have to worry about anyone stealing you away.

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[taeyongdoyoung]

bear or man?

summary: you follow your secretive roommate deep into the forest and what you discover surprises you... pairing: werebear/bear shifter!haechan x reader genre: smut, fantasy, best friends to lovers warnings: y/n stalking (?) haechan, meeting a bear (?) in the forest, reader is lowkey a bimbo lol, running, licking, mentions of pee, cuddling a bear (don't try this at home), supernatural elements, fuzzy memories, fear of accidentally killing someone, confessions, kissing, hugging, squeezing face (is that a thing?), eating out, strength kink, size kink, unprotected sex in the woods (stay safe yall), dumbification, creampie author's note: this fic is inspired by the infamous "bear or man?" social media debate and i took some creative liberty to choose the best of both worlds aka THE haechan, duh word count: 2.5k

You have the best roommate ever. True, Haechan doesn't do much, mostly keeping to himself. When he's not working, he's sleeping all day in his room and probably gaming all night long. But what makes you like Haechan so much is that he's not invading your personal space. He's super funny and sweet to you. Whenever he goes shopping, Haechan always makes sure to buy you your favourite snacks, even without you asking for them. He sometimes gets you random gifts like cute pens he finds or little flowers every once in a while. In conclusion, the perfect roommate.

Haechan does have one flaw, however. Once a month, he goes missing. Once a month and it always coincides with the full moon. Now, he cannot possibly be a werewolf, because you, as any sane person, know that those things don't exist. But your curiosity is so strong that one night, you decide to follow him. You are aware that what you're doing is very wrong, especially considering that he's always been respectful towards your privacy. But at the end of the day, you're just a 🎀girl🎀. You can't possibly imagine sleeping another night without cracking his secret.

If it were you and you had a huge secret, you would totally tell him. After all, Haechan's not just your roommate, he's also your bestie. So, you need to know. At least, that's how you excuse your actions as you go deeper and deeper into the forest. What the hell? This is really suspicious...You swear you have your eyes on him when all of a sudden, he disappears. Eh? He was right here...You walk even further but Haechan is nowhere to be seen. Okay, you should probably head back home now.

And then, you see it. A giant brown bear staring at you. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!! Alright, you try to stay calm and remember all the tips on surviving a bear encounter you read one time on the Internet out of sheer curiosity. Um, the first thing was probably not to run, as bears are incredibly fast. Yeah, no, fuck that. You start running but you don't make it far before the bear catches up with you. You trip and fall on the ground, already accepting the fact that you are probably going to die tonight. Okay, erm, what other advice did the Internet tell you?

You manage to get up and identify yourself as a human, slowly waving your arms and trying to speak calmly.

"Um, please don't eat me, bear," you murmur. "I'm not delicious, I promise."

At the mention of the word delicious, the bear quickly runs towards you. Your knees give out in sheer horror and you fall on your back. The bear stands nearly on top of you, sniffing in...curiosity? Hunger? God, you really hope the bear has eaten something already. You wonder if you have food in your bag. Will that make the bear angrier or calmer? Ughh, you don't remember the tips anymore. You feel so stupid and close your eyes, not bearing (pun-intended) the thought of staring death in its face.

Then, you feel something moist and slippery all over your face. Fuckk, is the bear licking you? Great, at least bears do foreplay before eating their victims. So much fun. Time passes and you are in disbelief your head hasn't been torn off its shoulders by now. You are also in disbelief that you still haven't passed out or pissed yourself or something even more embarrassing...You sneak a quick glance at the bear and it's still there, licking your face and looking at you.

God, you can't take this any longer. You try to move a little and to your immense shock, the bear gives you the space needed to get up. You do as you planned. Okay, so running doesn't help. But neither does staying in one place. What are you supposed to do? The bear seems to sense your uncertainty and stands on two feet. Does that mean it's curious or trying to intimidate you? You honestly have no idea. Then, the bear extends its front arms as if offering a hug. If it weren't for this dangerous situation, you would have totally found it cute.

Well, to be honest, it is kinda cute. Damnit, what is wrong with you? You figure that if you are meant to die tonight, then you might as well go out with a bang, right? You rush into the bear's arms, immediately being enveloped by a warm hug. Fuck, it is so soft and cozy! You feel like a total idiot but the fact it hasn't eaten you yet gives you some shred of hope.

Soon, the bear tires of standing on two feet and releases you from its tight grip. Aww, is it over already? You curse yourself for even thinking it. The bear lies down on the muddy ground and using its paw and claws, makes you lie down next to it. Eh?!?! You do as it suggests, making peace with your fate. Then, the bear once again hugs you strongly and soon after, it falls asleep!

Yep, running away is definitely out of the question. It didn't eat you but it didn't let you escape, either. What the actual hell is going on? As you rack your brain for answers, you feel exhaustion coming over you, and eventually, sleep visits you, too.

You wake up to the light of sunrays. In the middle of the forest. Recalling the shocking events of last night, you are immediately stunned upon realizing the bear is nowhere to be seen. Instead, next to you is the naked sleeping figure of your best friend, your roommate...Haechan! What is he even doing here?

You quickly take off your jacket and put it on him, because he looks terribly cold. Why is he naked? Is he an exhibitionist? Was that his big secret? You shake his arm roughly, waking him up.

"Mmn, Y/N? What are you doing here?" he murmurs sleepily.

"What are you doing here and why the fuck are you naked?"

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," Haechan whispers.

"Oh, yeah? Fucking try me! You won't believe the night I had. First, I followed you, because you always disappear during a full moon and I was incredibly curious. I know it was wrong but I really couldn't resist the temptation. Then, as I was following you into the forest, you suddenly vanished. And I ran into this huge bear, at first I ran a bit, but the bear was faster and caught up with me. And then I thought I was going to die but the bear didn't eat me, instead it just licked my face and cuddled me! Finally, the bear fell asleep and at some point so did I. So, whatever you wanna tell me, it can't be crazier than THAT," you exhale deeply, as you finish recounting your story.

"I am that bear," Haechan confesses. Okay, now THAT is crazier. "Well, technically I'm a bear shifter or a werebear, I'm not really familiar with the appropriate terminology, but uhm, yeah."

"Is that why you didn't attack me? Because you knew subconsciously it was...well, me," you try to find a logical explanation to this very bizarre situation.

"Honestly, my memories of last night are hazy," Haechan explains. "This happens every month. Whenever I transform into a bear, I have no recollection of what I do. I just know the transformation happened, as usual."

"If you don't have your memories, then, how do you know you didn't accidentally harm or...kill someone?" you mumble nervously. "Not that I believe you're capable of it. Just asking out of concern for your sanity."

"I keep track of all the news happening in our town. And there haven't been any bear attacks."

"But what if there is a bear attack one day? How will you know whether it was an actual bear or...you?" you begin to panic, just thinking of the possibility.

"Trust me, I'll know. There haven't been any bears in our town, period. Just me," Haechan says and the way he says it, God...He really is one of a kind.

"Oh. That's good, I suppose. But, just in case...would it be okay if I stick by your side every full moon from now on? Make sure you don't hurt anyone or...well, yourself."

"I can't ask that of you," Haechan shakes his head.

"You're not asking, I'm offering," you shrug calmly. "Seriously, Hyuck, if you accidentally kill someone while you're in your bear form, I'd probably forgive you and try to hide the body..."

"You're crazy," Haechan chuckles, somewhat amused by your words. "I wouldn't forgive myself. I'd just...turn myself in."

You nod and while the thought of your best friend in prison terrifies you, you are determined to not let it happen.

"Guess it's a good thing I'll be around to make sure you never kill anyone," you grin and rush to give him a hug, completely forgetting he's half-naked. Uhhh...You feel something unusual. "S-sorry."

You take a step back hesitantly, giving him some space.

"I should probably run to the store to get you some pants."

"It's fine," Haechan replies. "You already saw me in my bear form, I don't think seeing me naked is that embarrassing."

"Fair point," you giggle and try your best to focus on his beautiful soft brown eyes.

"I'll understand it if you wanna move out..." Haechan says out of nowhere.

"What? I don't wanna move out. You're everything to me. Being a bear shifter changes nothing about how I feel. Haechan, I trust you. After last night, even more than I already did, but...Um, yes, just remember that I trust you and I love you."

Haechan blinks in surprise, not saying anything for a while. Realizing what you just blurted out, you press a hand against your mouth. As if you could take it back. Scratch that, you don't want to take it back. It was the truth.

"Sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that right now," you sigh. "But, it still stands."

"I love you, too," Haechan replies gently.

"You...you don't have to feel forced to say it back!" you insist.

"I don't feel forced," Haechan takes a step forward. "I just thought you should know. The reason why I didn't tell you about being a bear shifter is that I was afraid you'd view me differently. But knowing you don't think I'm disgusting or something...it makes me wanna say it even more."

"Oh, Hyuck," you sigh wistfully and cannot take it any longer, crashing your lips into his in a passionate kiss. "There's nothing disgusting about you. You're perfect and so amazing," you manage to say in-between kisses.

"Yeah?" he smirks sinisterly. "You're even more amazing for not peeing your pants last night..."

"Hey, I thought you didn't remember anything!" you call him out.

"It's slowly coming back to me," Haechan confesses. "Care to remind me what else we did?"

"Hmm, maybe this?" you grab his wrist and this time you're the one pulling him to lie down on the muddy ground next to you. "And then, this?" you wrap your arms around him in another sweet hug.

Haechan gets rid of the jacket you gave him, remaining fully naked once again. You want to look away but he seems to have another idea in mind. He squishes your cheeks with one hand, sending goosebumps down your spine.

"Wanna try something different?"

"Sure, anything," you say dumbly, trusting him more than you probably should.

"I didn't get to eat you last night. But I will now," Haechan smirks cruelly and wastes no time in getting rid of your comfy jeans. Oh. Fucking hell...He tears your panties apart carelessly and dives right in, truly devouring your pussy in every sense of the word. You don't think you've ever been so wet in your entire life. But honestly, even if he did literally eat you, you'd probably be happy to die by his hands. Or his mouth. Shit, your brain doesn't work anymore. As Haechan drinks from your juices, you think that this is probably the only man you'd let do something so crazy. And with the vivid memories of last night, you truly can't imagine trusting someone else so completely. Before you realize, you're falling apart against his tongue. He holds you down with his strong arms as you are thrashing and begging for him. You don't know what you're begging for. But he seems to know you better. Because he gives you just what you need, exactly how you need it.

You pull him up towards you and kiss him again and again.

"Fuck, Hyuck, you really wanna kill me, huh?"

"You have no idea," he sighs and buries his head in your shoulder. "I hate to ask this of you but can you run to the store and get me some pants like you offered?"

"What? Right now?" you sigh regretfully. "Weren't we going to...you know?"

"Trust me, honey, there's nothing I'd like more. But, me not having any pants does, unfortunately, include me not having any condoms, either."

"Oh. Fuck that, I don't care. You can fuck me raw, I mean if it's okay with you. No pressure or anything," you blurt out without thinking.

"Are you sure?" Haechan asks in amazement.

"I'll grab a pill after, it's fine. Seriously, I don't mi-" you haven't even finished your sentence when Haechan buries his cock inside of you. Fuck, he's so huge.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I couldn't resist any longer," he grunts, as he fucks into you like a wild animal. Well...he kinda is. But he's your wild animal.

"Hah, it's okay," you manage, kissing him again in the process of trying to adjust to his size. "You're kinda enormous."

"Kinda?" Haechan repeats smugly. Oh, that bastard.

"I love you," you want to say it over and over again, you don't care.

"I love you more," Haechan responds fondly, while his cock pierces through your insides.

"I love you the most," you are competitive even in this.

"Yeah?" he laughs. "We'll see about that."

"Hyuuuckles," you moan, the pleasure and the warmth and the slight but bearable (pun-intended) pain being too much and yet not nearly enough.

"Hyuckles, huh?" he chuckles, the sweetest sound in the universe. "I think I like that."

"I'll call you whatever you want, whenever you want," you promise.

"Aww, baby, did my cock make you go dumb already?" he mocks you gently.

"I've always been dumb for you," you admit.

"I think I'll cum soon," Haechan warns. "I can still pull out if you-"

"Nooo, don't," you beg him recklessly. "Cum inside, please."

"Say no more," Haechan rushes through his words and apparently he was already holding himself back, because his release arrives right away, filling you up to the fullest. You come again almost at the same time, gripping him tightly, not wanting to let go. Not yet, anyway.

"Can we go again?" you pout, as Haechan does his best to clean you both up with the tissues he found in your bag. Because, yes, you went into a forest all alone with a bag full of your phone, tissues, your lipbalm and some water. Very responsible, yes.

"Girl, give me a break," Haechan moans, half-complaining, half-satisfied and already anticipating your next adventure.

"You love me," you giggle, feeling so happy to be here, with him.

"I do," he admits.

And that is why, you would always choose the bear.

The End