#teehee. smiles and kicks legs

[necatormundi]

The Promised Bride / Altasgracias

[holybodega]

lalala!!!!! i love humanity and humans and living and being alive!!!!!!!!!! you should too!!!!!!!!!!! if anyone or anything that makes you feel the opposite!!!!!!!!! kill with no remorse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >w<👍💕

[ayochae]

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

Synopsis: needy service top winter? well, yes!

Pairing: top! minjeong x bottom! fem reader

Genre: lovey dovey needy morning sex lmfao

Themes: fingering, cunnilingus, shower sex.

T/W: none <3

WC: 1.8k

a/n: omgggg im sorry ive been so dead these last couple weeks :((( writers block has been kicking my ass, like it took me AGESSS to write this... embarrasing i know pffttsfsffgdgf... anyway guys feel free to spam my inbox with thoughts and drabble ideas!! i need inspo to get me back into writing :0 i hope you enjoy needy winter as much as i do teehee!! <3

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You were suddenly awoken from a peaceful dream, the sound of your alarm cutting it short. Being a shift leader at work meant getting up early, which you always hated. Time and time again, you regretted your decision to keep this job. Early mornings were one of the many things you disliked about the job. And you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with your gorgeous girlfriend, who began to stir from the abrupt sound. 

“Sorry baby,” you whispered, shutting the alarm off quickly. Minjeong worked the closing shift, which meant late nights and blissful sleep-ins. Despite the trouble of waking up early, having her sleepy self beside you made it all worthwhile. Getting to pepper soft kisses on her even softer cheeks and watching a small smile blossom on her lips gave you a reason to get up in the morning. 

Begrudgingly, you got a move on, moving the blanket to the side to shift yourself to the edge of the bed. Your efforts were put to a halt when a pair of arms wrapped loosely around your waist. 

“Good morning,” Minjeong drawled, clearly still half asleep. 

"Morning,” you hummed, turning back to face your girlfriend. She sat up with bleary eyes and a fuzzy smile, her hair messily framing her face. Minjeong closes the gap between you two, pecking gently at your bottom lip before kissing you fully. Her delicate affections cause butterflies, feeling the smile curl at the corner of your lips as she kisses you.

Needy hands dance across the skin of your thighs, making their way between your legs. Her fingertips gliding past the fabric, stroking at your wet heat. 

“Jeongie…” you moaned out

“I have to get ready for work,” you murmur, wishing that wasn’t true.

“I know baby,” she hummed against your lips.

“Let me take care of you," she spoke, moving to trail kisses down your neck. She plants a kiss on your collarbone before shimmying down the bed, making her way between your thighs. You watch as she undresses you with ease, your eyes fluttering closed as all arguments fade from your mind. 

Minjeong adored your body. She loved the warmth you radiated and the softness of your skin. She nibbled and sucked on your inner thigh, using her mouth to show her admiration. Your hands carded through her chestnut hair as she worked her magic.

She licks a slow stroke over your folds, earning a jolt from you in response. You feel her giggle against your heat as she deepens the length of her tongue, plunging inside you. Her tongue was warm and soft against your skin, the sensation sending shivers up your spine. She wraps her mouth around your clit, sucking gently, enough to earn a whine from you. 

Minjeong is tender with her touch, lapping softly at your entrance, relishing in the way you would twitch underneath her. You grip her hair tighter as she nudges your clit, grinding softly on her lips, begging for more friction. Lewd sounds begin to spill from your mouth, eyes closed in pure bliss. 

“My pretty girl” she mumbles as she continues her pace. Your spare hand gripping the sheets, with your head thrown to the side. Minjeong uses this chance to snake her hand up your shirt, cupping one of your breasts; squeezing as she massages the now-hardened nipple. Her face still buried between your legs, sucking your clit lovingly. 

She continues to play with the hardened bud, rolling it between her fingers as she sucks on your swollen clit. The amalgamation of sensations had you moaning out her name, feeling the knot form in the pit of your stomach. Minjeong loved the way you sounded, she would do anything in her power to get you to moan her name. And in all honesty, it didn’t take much for you to melt into a moaning mess, crying out her name shamelessly. 

Filthy sounds filled the room, your wet cunt was subject to your girlfriend's persistent licking and sucking. The sound of your arousal progressively turned you on as Minjeong put her mouth to work. Curiosity getting the better of you; you look down to take in the view. Minjeong rested comfortably between your thighs, her mouth and chin drenched with your arousal. The mere sight of her current state was nearly enough for you to come right then and there. 

Your eyes roll back as profanities mindlessly slip under your breath. Her tongue swirled around your clit, earning hums of approval as she went. As she continued her pace, you could feel yourself slowly coming undone. Minjeong knew this; she doubled down, sucking the swollen bud between her lips. You struggled to keep still; your hips bucking haphazardly from the contact. Minjeong attempted to keep you still by gripping your thigh. Her movements never faltered as she pinned you to the bed. 

“I’m gonna cum baby” you state as everything comes crashing down. Blinded by your orgasm, you cry out your girlfriend's name, cumming all over her pretty mouth. Minjeong keeps her head between your legs, lazily sucking at your clit as she cleans you up. She only stops when you jerk your hips from the sensitivity; giving her the signal that you’ve had enough. Minjeong peels herself off you, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand; hooded eyes locking with yours as she returns to your side.

You sat there lifeless; temporarily knocked out from your orgasm. Minjeong was always the sweetest after she was finished with you; even more so when she was still half asleep. She cuddled in close to you, her head naturally finding the crook of your neck, settling in as she wrapped her arms around your waist. You wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment, but the pestering thought of getting ready for work continued to linger. You sighed pulling away from her grasp, showering on the forefront of your mind. 

You didn’t need to look at her to know she was disappointed in your chosen actions. And honestly, you couldn’t blame her; If I were her I’d be pissed off too. You turn to face her; all her features express her discontent. Pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows, you wish you could make it up to her. But currently, the pressures of being an employed adult weigh heavily on your ability to make a decision. It was for the best; you turned your back and made your way into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind you. 

Starting the shower, you stepped in and embraced the warm water. Droplets danced on your skin as you reached for the shampoo. A cold draft interrupts your routine as the shower curtain is dragged aside. Before you could fully turn around, a pair of needy hands found your waist, pulling you in closer. 

You turn around to face your lover; eyes locking with hers as she smiles sheepishly. Your eyes stray briefly, admiring the sight before you. Her soft abs and bare chest made you blush and shift your focus. Of course, Minjeong noticed and took the opportunity to press herself closer to you. Planting soft kisses on your neck and jaw, you hum in contentment, soaking up her gentle affections. 

Your hand cupped the side of her face, lifting it to meet her lips, kissing the droplets that began to form. Amidst the kiss, she weighed herself fully against you, pushing you against the shower wall. The cold tiles sent a jolt to your senses, muffling a gasp between your occupied lips. Minjeong chuckled into the kiss as she pinned you there, using the opportunity to slide her tongue inside your mouth. The kiss grew hotter, her warmth distracting you from the chilling sensation of the shower wall. Before you could become accustomed to Minjeong's sudden affectionate outburst, her knee found its way between your thighs. Dividing your legs in the process. 

Minjeong pulled away to suck at the sweet spot under your earlobe, a move you always found yourself melting into. You moaned against her touch, unintentionally inviting her to glide her fingers through your wet folds. The action causes you to buck your hips, feeling Minjeong smile against your neck in satisfaction. 

“Minjeong…” You trailed off, exasperation present in your tone. 

“Shh, I know baby” she mumbled in response, her mind clearly elsewhere.

You didn’t have the opportunity to argue, not when Minjeong inserted a finger skilfully inside. The action caught you off guard, a gasp leaving your lips as you readjusted to her length. The desperation and pure neediness were enough to have you aching for it. 

Minjeong skipped to pressing deep, summoning moans as her digit stretched your walls. She had you right where she wanted you, hitting the spot you both knew and loved. Your hands flew up to her shoulders, gripping her for stability as she thrust in and out. Minjeong’s pace was slow and deep, practically driving you up the wall. 

Minjeong enjoyed taking her time with you, fucking you agonisingly slow, enjoying the moans you’d let slip out for her in response. She loved the way you’d wrap around her with ease, your walls fluttering with each curl of her finger. Her breath was warm at your ear, whispering sweet nothings as she continued her pace, spurring you closer to the edge. 

As you finally managed to get used to her rhythm, Minjeong added another finger. She moaned softly into your neck, stirring up an insatiable need for her you didn’t know you had buried. Beautiful desire coursed through your veins as she kissed your jaw. 

You loved the sounds Minjeong made when she fucked you. Soft whimpers into the shell of your ear, paired with relentless thrusting made you weak at the knees. If it wasn’t for Minjeong holding you firmly in place you wouldn’t be standing. There wasn’t much you could do other than grip her shoulders tightly, your nails leaving shallow crescents on her soft skin. Which only seemed to encourage Minjeong to continue her pace, letting out breathy moans as she went. 

Minjeong was a dedicated lover through and through. Pleasing you pleased her, and she would often cum just from touching you. The thought of getting her off and hearing her sweet moans was enough to send you over the edge. You slumped into her embrace, feeling the first wave of your orgasm come in hard and fast. Minjeong continued to tease the last of your climax from you, thrusting slowly as you practically rode her fingers. You exhaled deeply when Minjeong finally withdrew her fingers, making sure you watched as she sucked them clean. 

Heat quickly rose to your cheeks, embarrassment settling in after processing the moment between you both. She kissed your lips as she untangled herself from you. 

”Thanks for the shower” she giggled, sending a wink your way before turning her back. 

Maybe being a morning person wasn’t so hard after all. 

[tojisun]

simon (ghost) riley x fem bimbo!reader

!! smut - minors dni; cunnilingus; genital piercing (christina piercing); hinted age gap (30s v 20s); simon’s pov

: this is based on oddy’s brainworm of bimbo!reader getting a christina piercing while simon’s away for a 9-10 month mission as a surprise for when he comes home teehee <33 // bimbo!reader mlist

simon tries to swallow any remaining spit he has just to quench the building thirst in him, but it is understandably futile. he is left walking behind you with a spring in his step, pretences having flown into the wind the moment you barrelled towards him as soon as he got home.

it is a usual dance at this point: you, jumping into his arms all excitable, and him, planting his feet to catch you with ease. simon knows he’ll never tire of this routine, one that never fails to fill him up with over pouring affection that he carries for you.

“i have a surprise for you,” you whispered to him, your voice so small in your hushed giddiness.

you stared at him with sultry eyes, your bottom lip captured between your pearly teeth. simon felt his mouth go bone-dry, his chest stuttering and his fucking chub kicking up underneath his jeans because he knows that look.

dear gods, he knows that look.

the last time you surprised him with anything after his months-long mission, it left simon marking your thighs up with kisses and hickeys and bite marks, the ridges of his teeth so prominent on that single point that stood out in the expanse of your dewy skin – his callsign, ghost, inked on your inner thigh, somewhere close to the juncture of your legs and your pelvis.

so you can’t blame simon for being too interested and going all breathless in anticipation as you led him back to your room.

he’s fumbling for his steps as you two step inside – white walls and strawberry cow print sheets – where you proceeded to sit him down on your vanity before taking a few steps away from him.

“okay so,” you begin, swaying slightly, looking deceptively shy. “i really hope you’d like it.”

simon’s gaze shifts, desire warming to make room for the softness he feels. he shoots you a small smile. “y’know y’can give me a paper cup for your surprise and i’d still love it.”

“of course,” you giggle, rubbing your palms on your sides. “‘s just that i thought of you when i got it so, you know.”

simon’s throat constricts, his pulse quickening at your words – you thought of him when you got it. oh. oh fuck.

“i-” his voice cracks and simon ducks his head down in his embarrassment, clearing his throat quickly so that this moment may pass soon because he can feel himself bursting at the seams.

“thank you, sweets,” he finally utters, rubbing his palm along his face in hopes of abating the blush warming his cheeks.

you beam at him, all pretty and happy, before you begin to slide your skirt off.

jesus.

“oh,” he rasps out, a strained gasp spilling into the air. simon has to clench his fists on top of his thighs to restrain himself, feeling so faint at getting a flash of your pretty legs, his eyes trailing from your floral lace socks before climbing up to get a view of your pretty little lingerie.

his tongue feels heavy sitting in his mouth as he catalogues the little thing – sheer, red, and dainty. it’s not hiding anything, showcasing slivers of flesh that simon wants to sink his teeth into.

it’s not hiding anything so he wonders why it took him a while to notice it. there, nestled just above your clit, are two little diamond studs.

“are those-” his voice sounds strained even to his own ears, the words having been punched out from him as his lungs work over time.

“yeah,” you say with a quiet chuckle and simon briefly wonders how you must look right now but he can’t lift his head to look at you, unable to rip his eyes away from the twinkling diamonds on your body. one of your hands slide from your hips towards your pubic area, acrylics making soft scratching sounds against your sheer panties.

the gems on your nails matches your new piercing – christina, simon’s mind supplies right away – and he just about whimpers.

finally, simon’s eyes flit to your own, and he doesn’t know what he must look like because the brief shyness on your face melts away and desire begins to burn from your eyes. the tension is building between you two, settling in like a dense fog, and simon waits for a heartbeat and another before he’s lunging towards you.

hands tangle against each other in mutual desperation, blindly tearing apparel from each other’s bodies with nothing but twin ragged breaths to fill up the space. simon throws you to the bed, his chest heaving as he stands by the foot of it to gaze down at you, eyes full of palpable hunger as they rove over your presented body.

“mine,” simon rumbles. “all mine.”

he covers your smaller body with his bulk, trembling hands greedy as they press and pull and squeeze at your flesh. your tiny mewls fuel him as he bends down to hover his lips over your pussy. your beautiful, pierced pussy.

“simmy,” you hiccup, your voice a soft little thing. “please, no teasing.”

of course, he wants to say because simon is sure that he doesn’t even have it in himself to prolong it anymore. not when he’s missed you by a lot, having been away for one of his longest missions. and especially not after the gift you have for him.

simon’s silence ripples, promising, and he knows he doesn’t have to say any more.

he kisses your cunt with his lips, nuzzling just soon after. you gasp out from somewhere on top of him, your hands gathering the short strands of his hair in your fist, and tugging when simon doesn’t do anything more than ghost kisses.

simon presses another one as an apology before planting his hands on your thighs and pushing your legs open, presenting your already-wet cunt to him. briefly, he remembers your older gift, and simon shifts, nuzzling your inner thigh instead, nipping at your inked skin.

simon is not a narcissistic man but there is something so good at seeing you carrying his callsign, as though he’s branded you. claimed. marked.

you giggle at the touch, fists loosening just a bit, your legs losing their tension at the ticklish feeling. simon puffs out a huffed laughter, enjoying the moment, taking it all in, then he is moving.

because there is something else he wants in his mouth. something else he wants to explore.

the first drag of his tongue along your clit and up until the first stud of your piercing has you squealing, your small feet digging into the planes of his back. it pushes him even closer to your cunt, something that simon eagerly takes advantage of as he begins to eat you out with earnest.

the cool press of the barbell on his tongue is a new experience, one that he is beginning to love as he continues to lap his tongue along your folds. simon flicks his tongue over the piercing, careful not to truly tug it, before he’s moving on to suck on your clit, rolling the little thing on his tongue.

you choke on a moan, hips lifting off the bed as you thrash, and simon has to press down on your belly to subdue you. you squeak when you are pinned, fists leaving simon’s hair to claw at the sheets instead. simon kisses your clit once more as an apology, before lapping at your hole, pushing his tongue in to mimic shallow thrusts.

“si-!”

your moan sounds guttural, bouncing off of the walls as simon continues to fuck you with his tongue. your slick pools in his mouth and he doesn’t even recognize the answering growl that rumbles from the base of his throat – deep and primal.

his thick hands grip at your thighs, tugging you in a new position, forcing your back to arch as simon continues to make a mess of your pussy.

pretty, pretty pussy.

“s’mine,” simon growls the moment he pulls his tongue out to suck on your folds.

he lightly nips at your clit, and a choked sob falls from what he knows would be your bruised lips. you do tend to bite on them when drunk in your pleasure, nibbling until they are throbbing and plump, looking so kiss-swollen.

fuck. he wants to kiss you there too.

simon gives your clit one more suck before he lifts his head up, the warm air on your room hitting his damp face. he sees the way your chest is heaving before flitting his eyes over your hands to see them tremblingly fisting at your sheets. your head is tipped up, mouth open as you shakily gasp out your breaths.

“sweet girl?” he asks, wanting to see you.

you move slowly, sluggishly, and simon can’t fault you for your reaction as he can still feel your legs shaking. teary eyes turn to him and simon couldn’t help but coo, letting go of your legs to climb towards you.

you track his movement, still hitching in breath, until he’s finally hovering over you. simon presses his forehead to yours, nuzzling, and rumbling a deep hum when your arms hook onto his shoulders for a loose hug.

“hi,” you say with a giggle after the silence settles. simon huffs a fond laugh, shifting so his lips trail soft kisses along your cheeks.

“hi,” simon replies, his lips moving lower, teasing touches from the cut of your jaw to the column of your throat. he settles there, burrowing with a deep breath, hot desire waning for something softer. for something slower.

“…y’like it?” you ask, sounding so conscious as though simon didn’t lose himself when eating you out, leaving his dick to throb painfully underneath his boxers.

“oh, princess,” he says with a breathy chuckle. he shifts again to see you. “i fuckin’ loved it.”

your eyes crinkle when you smile, and simon wonders if his lungs are even working with the way his breath constricts.

fuck, reality is settling – he’s truly missed you.

“thank you for such a darlin’ gift, baby,” simon murmurs, his lips hovering over yours.

you hum, already deaf to his words as you turned your focus to the ghosting touch of his lips instead. you tip your head up, whining when even that doesn’t make them meet.

aww, simon coos in his head. sweets wants a kiss.

so he finally gives it, his head angled to kiss you deeper. harder. teeth clack against each other before warm tongues tangle, and simon wonders if you can taste yourself on him. if you can taste the way he made you feel good.

your nails scratch his back, and he knows shallow welts will be there when he checks tomorrow. but for now, simon loses himself to the messy kiss – nipping your lips and, later, lapping at your folds.

because he’s not done with you yet. he needs to eat you out more. needs to see the way your pretty, jewelled pussy takes his tongue the same way you do with his cock.

oh, how you spoil him.

i teeheed too much while writing this but then i got drunk so it kinda splintered away from what i envisioned 😭

tagging: @oddityinthesky @ghostsbimbo @kenz-ee @yannauauau @yaebaal @ivymarquis @liwooa @loonalockley @kariiiel

[binniebakery]

Doll

Non Idol AU Soobin x Fem!Reader, Friends to Lovers(?) ♡ Warnings: very heavily inspired by dollification (im crazy), reader is wearing cute/feminine clothing!!! suggestive!, soobin manhandling, mentions of a small reader, reader gets called nicknames (doll, dainty, cute, etc) ♡ A/N: ALRIGHT! this is for my fellow coquette girlies!! raise ur hand if u feel like this kink suits him because 🙈🙈asdfdfkj idk this may be a little ooc of soobin so i apologize in advance.. !! i love this concept sm i was literally biting my knuckles the entire time writing this🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️(in other words someone sedate me) also not proofread teehee

You sat there as cute as can be, your lovely skirt resting against your legs as you sat on the edge of your best friend’s bed. Soobin had invited you over to his apartment to hang out on a particularly boring evening. The room was completely silent, aside from the soft clicking and tapping of the controller in your dainty hands. Soobin was taking a shower but had messaged you to let yourself in if he wasn’t done by the time you arrived. You two had been friends for a good while, so you made yourself at home, kicking off your pretty heels and turning on his PC to play some new rhythm game he had installed.

After a proper few minutes you found yourself comfortably lying on your stomach, elbows propped as you tried to beat Soobin’s high score. Your frilly skirt riding up just slightly enough to show off a little more than you intended. Hearing the door open, you pause the game and look back to Soobin smiling. “Hey, enjoying yourself aren’t we?” he chuckled as he watched you kick your feet with a wide grin. “Yeah, took you long enough in the shower I was dying of boredom!” You teased as he sat on the bed next to you, his eyes lingering over you a bit longer than usual. You were too busy fiddling with the controller to even notice. “Your outfit’s cute today y/n.” Soobin softly mumbled as his fingers traced the lace of your skirt, fingertips almost grazing the exposed skin. You feel yourself shudder and immediately sit up, a nervous smile plays on your lips as you look up at Soobin who was still softly feeling the material. You flush at how his still-damp hair hangs around his handsome face. Even though he wore just a simple white t-shirt and jeans it was still enough to make him insanely attractive. “A-ah thanks! I just got this outfit actually.. ” Your voice beginning to fail you as your best friend looks down at you with a look you’ve never seen on him before. Before you could say anything else, Soobin lifts his large hand and cups your face gently, thumb caressing your cheek softly. You feel yourself wanting to melt into your best friend’s touch. Sure, Soobin wasn’t always that affectionate, but you were both comfortable enough around each other so he had his moments. Then again.. why was he looking at you like that? The way his eyes stared at your pouty lips felt as if he was enticing you to lean into his palm. And you did. “You’re so pretty y’know?.. Like a doll. I feel like.. I could just break you with how small you are.” He whispers and your eyes widen. “Wh- what? What do you m- mean..?” You see a slight blush form on his cheeks as if someone else but him had just said that out loud. Classic Soobin, always speaking his mind without a filter. Did he even have any idea just how this was affecting you right now? “Sorry.. I just.. That slipped out..” he mumbled and his eyes are back on your lips again. Your mind couldn’t think of anything to say in response, your cheeks felt like they were on fire as your hands sat in your lap. You didn’t dare to move an inch. “You’re just such a..” Soobin begins again as he moves the thumb that was caressing your warm cheek down to your soft pink lips. “Dainty girl..” His fingers held your chin so that you were looking up at him. You closed your eyes, breath beginning to shake as you just couldn’t into your best friend’s eyes.

“Will you let me see those pretty eyes y/n?” Soobin’s voice sounds like honey, warm, low, and smooth as he drags his thumb to smear your once-perfect lipgloss slightly. You open your eyes and he’s smiling at you, eyes half-lidded as if he were in a haze. “Atta girl. You listen so well..” He continues moving his thumb, caressing your plump bottom lip. From the way he was smirking anyone could see how he was enjoying this. The way you melt under his touch, it makes him want to ruin your pretty makeup even more. See the tears that stream down your pretty face, see how your eyes and nose get puffy, turning that perfect pink when you cry.  “S- Soobin.. my lip-” Your lips were smoothed shut as Soobin’s thumb smeared your lipgloss once more. “See? So easily played with, my whole hand just-” he squeezes your cheeks to prove his point, the color on his fingers now tinting parts of your cheeks. “Can hold your entire little face..” he chuckles quietly. Since when did he speak so condescendingly towards you? It didn’t matter, you secretly loved it. His large hand easily moved around, playing with your face as you stared at him through your pretty lashes. Your heart was pounding at the intimate attention and you found yourself craving more. You squeak as Soobin suddenly places you into his lap, large hands squeezing your waist once you were situated. His movements felt swift yet so careful. “Have to be gentle with you. You’re like a porcelain doll..” You find your breaths becoming more labored from the touch. With every touch he gave you, you felt the fire and intense atmosphere between you grow thicker. Large hands roaming your waist and sides, admiring your outfit. “S’cute..” he chuckles as you lean into his shoulder from embarrassment. “S- Soobin..” You were so flustered over how you felt. You’ve always felt an attraction towards him, but of course, keeping your feelings hidden was the path you chose as you weren’t even sure if he had feelings for you. However, his actions today seem to confirm he feels the same way.

“Pretty girl.. My pretty girl... Letting someone like me move you and touch you however I want..” he cooed as he ran his fingers through your perfectly done hair. Fingers lightly tugging at the ribbons you meticulously tied this morning, just enough so that they threatened to undo themselves. The same way he wanted you to become undone. “If it's you... then- it’s fine binnie..” For Soobin, hearing you say that in his neck ever so softly made his heart swoon. You used that nickname sparingly, only using it whenever you were feeling cheeky. Or whenever you wanted something. It drove him insane. You placed your hands on his chest as he tilted your head back, giving him space for his lips to start hovering over your pretty neck. You were completely under his control. Like he was the puppeteer and you, his cute little puppet for him to admire. Though you didn’t really mind the attention, did you?

You felt your breath hitch as he stayed still, your eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of feeling his lips on your skin. You wanted it, needed it. “Please..” you softly whisper and Soobin smirks at your whines. “Does my pretty girl want me to do more?” He questions, voice sounding innocent and sweet but the look on his face was giving a completely different vibe. All you could do was nod in response. “Can my doll use her words for me?”

That was the final straw for you, forget the morality of it all. You nod again “p- please.. I want more..” you pleaded, looking at him with big doe eyes. Soobin’s eyes lingered on your face, the way your lipgloss was smeared across, the flush of your pretty cheeks, the way your lashes were curled to perfection. He was obsessed. You feel him lay you back, his larger body moving over you as his fingers admire the fabric of your outfit. “Mhm, good girl.. Let me treat my pretty doll with the utmost care then.”

[quinnysnursery]

hihi can i pls request cg!matt x little!fem reader where he takes her out for the day?

[🩹] a day with you is a day well-spent | matt sturniolo one-shot

paring : cg!matt sturniolo x little!fem!reader

summary : a trip to the craft store with matt teehee

warning/extra tid-bits : use of y/n, honestly i think thats it?

word count : 1,179

divider credit : @yu-nari

a/n : honestly this took me 4 days to write and i hate every sentence of it so be nice (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl!)

“Dada!” You called, rushing downstairs.

Matt looked up from his phone, a worried expression plastering on his face as you raced down the steps. “Hey hey hey, no running on the steps!”” He reminded gently, instantly using his caregiver voice. 

You stopped in your tracks, taking the last few steps at a slow pace before rushing to your caregiver. “Dada!” You smiled, falling into his lap. Matt instinctively wrapped his arms around you, “Hi pretty girl, what’s going on?” He answered. 

You anxiously looked around before hiding into Matt’s neck, mumbling something out into his skin. 

“Hm?” He asked, pushing hair away from your face. “It’s okay angel, I won’t get mad.” He promised. “M’ want to finger-paint…” You mumbled, pulling away from the crook of your caregivers neck to look at him. 

“Finger-paint?” Matt asked, smiling. His mind was already flooding with ideas of where to put the artwork.The back of his door was getting pretty full but he could probably squeeze a few more pieces on there.

 You nodded with a small “mhm!”. “Alright sweetheart, let's change into play clothes-” You stopped Matt by whining.

 “I don’t have finger-paint…” You explained, a pout appearing on your face. Matt let out a small but acknowledging “Ohh..” before falling into thought for a few moments. 

“Alright, go get your shoes.” He smiled, clapping his hands together as he gently slid you off his lap and onto the one beside the one he was sitting on. For a split second, Matt internally laughed at how many of his dads traits he saw in his caregiving style. 

You looked up at him, slightly puzzled. “Dada…I don’t haaave any.” You reinstated, drawing out your point. He smiled down at you lovingly, his blue eyes full of gentle love.

“I knooow that, baby.” Matt hummed as he searched around the living room for your shoes. “Dada’s gonna take you to go get some.” He explained, picking up your pink converse and bending down to begin putting your shoes on.

You let out an excited squeal, withholding the urge to kick your legs in excitement as to not boot your carer in the face. 

When Matt finished lacing up your shoes, you hopped off the couch and took hold of his hand. 

This wouldn’t be your first time regressed in public, but it would be the first time since Matt became your long-term caregiver. 

Holding your dada’s hand, he led you out the front door, locking it behind him before leading you to the passenger side of his car.

“Can I trust you to be a good girl in the front seat?” He asked cautiously, you nodded enthusiastically. 

“I will dada! Pinky pwomise!” You smiled, holding out your pinky. He looped his, carefully opening the door and helping you in before buckling your seatbelt. 

Kicking your legs contently, you watched the various different cars on the road and people on the sidewalk as Matt drove through the streets of Los Angeles. 

“Doggie!” You squealed, sitting up straight as Matt drove past a golden retriever being walked by his owner. “A doggie?” Matt asked, peering in the rear-view mirror for a split second. 

You nodded excitedly, “Mhm! Big doggie!” You giggled. 

Finding a parking space was easy enough, you pointed out several that turned out to just be filled with smaller cars or motorcycles before Matt found a space.

“I appreciate the help, baby.” He chuckled before giving you a small kiss on the cheek. He clicked his seatbelt before climbing out the car and jogging over to the passenger side to let you out.

You held onto Matt’s hand as you carefully stepped down from the car, letting him shut the door behind you. “Dada…” You mumbled under your breath, looking worriedly at the entrance of the store.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Matt assured, rubbing your back soothingly. You nodded, sticking close to his side as the two of you walked into the craft-supply store.

Once the two of you found the aisle of kid-safe crafts, Matt bent down slightly to whisper into your ear. “Go ahead, pick anything you want.” He said, nodding towards the paints encouragingly. You let out a gentle gasp, looking at Matt with big eyes.

“Really?” You smiled, a toothy grin appearing on your face. He nodded, “Really.”

Taking a step forward, you began examining a pack of 10 finger-paints. “Dada! It has pink! Like ‘m shoes!” You smiled, being sure to keep your voice down to not disrupt anyone around.

Matt looked at the box, taking interest in the colors. “Like your shoes!” He mimicked, you nodded excitedly. 

After looking at a few more boxes, you’d finally settled on the10 pack because well…it had pink.

Matt made sure to pick up some finger-painting paper before walking the two of you to the cash registers.

“Hi! Is this gonna be all today?” The woman asked, you slightly hid behind Matt, waiting for him to answer her. 

“Yeah, this is all.” He answered as she began scanning the items.

“I love finger-painting.” The worker commented as she bagged the items, “I do too!” You beamed. The lady looked up, smiling brightly at you. Before she handed the bag to Matt.

Just as you two were about to walk out, the cashier called both of you to stop. “Do you two want some stickers?” She smiled, holding out a handful of stickers in your direction. You bounced over to her excitedly, “Thank you!” You said before quickly returning to Matt’s side.

“That was really nice of her, wasn’t it?” Matt smiled down at you as the two of you walked out the store. You nodded excitedly, “Mhm! Look!” You said, shoving a sticker of a kitten in his face. Matt gaped at the sticker for a few moments before helping you back into the car. 

“Do you wanna put a sticker right here?” Matt asked as he buckled his seatbelt, you looked to where he was pointing to find it to be the dashboard of his car. 

“Really? I can?” You beamed, looking at your carer with doe eyes. He nodded, putting the car in drive. 

Carefully peeling the sticker off its paper, you stuck a medium-sized kitten sticker right on the glovebox. Giggling, you stuck a few smaller ones around it. 

“Look dada! ‘s pretty!” You chimed, Matt cautiously glanced over. A bright smile appeared on his face once he saw your sticker-masterpiece. 

“That looks so pretty, princess!” He praised, taking one hand off the wheel to brush your hair behind your ear.

When the two of you returned home, Matt quickly helped you change into an old shirt of his and set you up with a piece of paper and every finger-paint container. 

Chris would probably ask why Matt had princess and cat stickers on his glove box during the next car video and that was fine by him. 

Because sure, maybe Matt had to clean finger-paint off the floor and out of your hair, but a day with you would always be a day well spent.

[madaqueue]

love languages

choso kamo: words of affirmation

a/n: once again a cute little (slightly more nsfw) drabble abt my sweet bby choso <3 i love writing these teehee this has me giggling n kicking my feet

at first choso thought he just loved your voice, the way you pulled out your vowels, the softness that curled between the letters. he held onto every word you said, enamored by each syllable that left your lips.

but one day, when he was going down on you, something changed.

you had one hand in his hair, pulling gently on the black locks, as his tongue rolled around your wet clit.

“f-fuck, right there, cho,” you moaned, the nickname alone making him hard as he thrust his face further into you. “s’good, you’re doing so good,” the words leaving your mouth as your grip on his hair tightened.

suddenly, choso paused, his breath caught in his throat. he felt dizzy - maybe it was you pulling his hair? your throbbing cunt against his tongue? or was it your words?

“you okay?” the worry in your voice pulling him out of his thoughts.

“mhm,” he hummed against the skin between your legs. “can you…can you say that again?” he asked hesitantly, his eyes slowly moving up to meet yours.

“what, baby? that you’re doing so good?” you questioned, looking down at him through half-lidded eyes.

god, everything you said you drove him crazy. he could feel his cock twitch against the bed as he was drawn back to your slick pussy, replaying what you said in his mind. “mhm, that,” he moaned, sticking his tongue out to slowly lick up your folds.

if he had looked up, he’d be able to see you grinning ear to ear at his request. it was rare that he’d ask for anything in bed, saying he was ‘just there to make you happy’. you expected his first request to be something much more lewd, yet this one was so sweet.

“cho, fuck, s’good, you’re s’pretty between my legs,” you whined through a lopsided smile. almost immediately you could feel him moan against you - clearly your words were doing something to him, too.

as his pace picked up you felt yourself getting closer, tension pooling in your stomach. “right there, your tongue feels so good, fuck” you sighed, arching your back slightly off the bed.

his hands tightened around your thighs, his mouth pressing into you harder, licking roughly over you. another low groan escapes his lips as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge of ecstasy. you babbled praises through moans of his name as your hands raked through his hair, grinding your hips against his face as you rode the bliss of your orgasm.

when the high finally lulls, you prop yourself up on your elbows to look down at your boyfriend, a lazy grin plastered on his face surrounded by the slick of your cum. he places a kiss against your thigh, another soft whine leaving your throat at the feeling.

“d’you really mean that?” he asks, eyes low as he looks up at you.

“mean what?” you ask, voice still slightly uneven as you reel from the pleasure he just brought you.

“all the things you just said,” he explains.

“of course i did, cho,” you smile, loosening your fist in his hair to ruffle it slightly. “you’re amazing at this, at everything. i could write a book with all my praise for you and i’d still run out of room.”

his smile widens as he leans up over your body to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. as his cock rubs against you, he hisses slightly.

“you alright?” you pull away from him, tilting your head slightly.

he suddenly blushes, looking away from you as his body hovers over yours. “i, um, might’ve…” he trails off.

understanding flashes across your face. “cho, did you cum?” you ask, a smile forming across your lips.

still not able to meet your eyes, he nods, face red.

you place a gentle kiss to his cheek. “look at me,” you state softly. his eyes slowly meet yours, shame still evident on his face. “you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about, i think it’s sweet,” you say through a smile.

he hesitantly nods before burying his face in your neck.

since then, you’ve been more proactive about telling him everything you love about him, knowing how shy and worked up he gets about it. you’ll find him during a party, standing in the corner with a drink in his hand, and start whispering into his ear how much you love his hair, how he smells, how nice he looks in that shirt, how good his cock makes you feel.

it usually doesn’t take long before he grabs your hand and pulls you out of whatever venue you’re in, looking down to hide how red his cheeks are and how hard he is as he drags you to the car. the two of you usually don’t even make it home before he’s on you in the backseat, making you moan those sweet words to him as he fucks you.

[euphoricfilter]

sweet girl:

pairing: yoonji x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || cisswap || established relationship

summary: sometimes work is hard but your girlfriend makes it all better

word count: 2.2k

tags/warnings: smut in the forms of: mommy kink 👹, strap!!!, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, they rub their clits together :D and they kiss because they’re in love, also boobie appreciation, talked about aftercare

notes: teehee, to all the girl lovers. also technically part of this universe but can be read as a standalone (not proofread because i genuinely need sleep)

where you can find the rest of my stuff!!

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“Sweet girl?” Yoonji calls from the couch as the front door opens.

Your shoes pad against the floor before you’re kicking them off, bag making a loud thud as it slips off your shoulder. Desperate fingers tug at the button of your jeans, tugging them down your thighs.

You fall to a standstill when you see Yoonji, her eyes rake down your body.

“Hi” you breathe.

A gentle smile pulls at her lips, “Hey” she starts, beckoning you over, “how was your day?”

You hum, socked feet sliding against the carpet as you fall onto the couch beside her, “Long”

“You look so tired, baby” her hands skim down the length of your arm, soft lips pressing a kiss to your cheek as your eyes close in bliss. You feel some of the tension leave your body, muscles melting and mind floating as Yoonji tugs your head towards her chest.

You wriggle a little, leg lifting over her thigh as you press your face between her tits. You draw in a long breath, arm slipping around her waist as you try and press yourself impossibly closer to your girlfriend.

“My poor thing” she murmurs, fingers raking through your hair, “my poor needy little thing, can feel that greedy cunt of yours clenching, baby”

A mean little laugh tumbles from her lips as your hips jolt forward at her words, cheeks warming at being caught. And yet you couldn’t feel shame, not when she was the prettiest person you’ve ever met, how warm her skin is, touch tender and gentle.

“Need me to help you?” her fingers tug a little at your scalp, breath catching in the back of your throat as you rut your hips forward again. Your clit throbs at the delicious drag of your panties against your cunt, desperate as you roll your hips a little faster.

Yoonji pulls your face from her chest, whine on the tip of your tongue, ready to split before your eyes meet hers, “I asked you a question, sweet thing”

“Need you” you whisper, greedy fingers tugging at her shirt, needing her closer. Layers of clothes too much, an all-consuming want tugging at your body and mind, a desperate need to have Yoonji’s skin against yours.

“Need me to what, baby?” she tips her head down, lips skimming against yours. You press upwards to close that little space between the both of you. Her balmy lipstick smears across your mouth, moan catching in the back of your throat as her tongue presses into your mouth.

She’s the one to pull away from you, curl of a smile on her lips “Tell me”

You swallow, eyes flickering between her own, “Wanna feel good”

“Yeah? Need me to help with that?”

You nod up at her, hand resting against her stomach as you try and press for another kiss.

The fingers still tangled in your hair tug you back.

“Ask me, baby. Ask me to make you feel good”

You wet your bottom lip with your tongue, cheeks flushed as you look at her, absolutely enamoured by her existence.

“Please” you start, “please make me feel good, wanna cum”

“You gonna cum on mommy’s cock?”

Your fingers dig into her shirt, frantic as you nod.

“Be a good girl and get my cock then” she nods towards the bedroom.

You scramble to get up, foot almost catching on the edge of the rug as you stand up.

Yoonji’s fingers loop around the waistband of your panties as you turn towards the bedroom, you stumble backwards as she tugs you towards her.

You let out something akin to a squeak as the sudden force, “bend over for me a little, baby” she murmurs.

You do as she says, goosebumps prickling down your arms as she presses a kiss where your ass meets your thighs.

She pats your side, “Good girl”

You skuttle into the bedroom, pulling a box from under the bed. Raw need thrums through your veins, mind racing as you fumble for which dildo you want, because Yoonji asking you to get the strap meant you got to choose tonight. How much you wanted to be stretched, how numb did you want your mind with nothing but her name circling every fibre of your being until you cum, bones jelly and mind sated. Where you know she’ll kiss tender skin, run the bath for you, sat there as she warms your bones then lays with you in bed.

You pick one of the bigger dildos, lube tucked under your arm. You catch sight of something in the mirror before you leave the bedroom.

You turn a little, bending over slightly, only to see a faint red kiss painting your skin from Yoonji’s lipstick.

You feel arousal dribble past your walls, cotton soaked as you slip out of the bedroom.

“Greedy little thing” Yoonji hums when you drop everything on the couch, “come on, stretch yourself open then” she pats the pillow beside her.

You fall back on the couch, tugging your panties off.

“On your knees” she hums, tugging her shirt over her head, pants kicked off along with her own underwear.

You turn over, back arching as your fingers run through your folds, slick soaked as your cunt clenches.

“How pretty” your girlfriend murmurs, shuffling behind you as she steps into the strap, eyes trained on you. Watching as your fingers slip through your folds, teasing as you dip a finger into yourself, thighs quivering as you press in a little further.

You hear the cap of the lube click open, teasing a second finger at the entrance of your cunt, gentle as you press further into yourself, fingers spreading to stretch yourself open a little more.

“That’s it, sweet thing” Yoonji hums, hands skimming down the back of your thigh. You feel the silicone cock nudge against your ass, lube clinging to your skin as Yoonji ruts against you.

“Please” you shake your ass, fingers spreading yourself open for her.

“Please, what” she taunts, rubbing the bulbous head of her cock over your slick soaked cunt.

“Mommy please” you try and press her into you, fingers balling into fists, “please please please”

“Oh baby” she croons, one hand pulling at your ass to get a better view as she lines up the head of the dildo with your entrance better. A moan drips off your tongue, sweet like honey as she presses into you.

Your hand trails down your body, fingers grazing over your pulsating clit as Yoonji sinks further into you.

“Good girl” she hums, hands kneading your ass, “always such a pretty thing for me, right, baby?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut as your mouth tips open in bliss. That full, perfect ache of being stretched open just right wracks up your spine, arousal dripping onto the couch below you as you rut back onto the cock. It’s obscene, the wet smack of your tacky skin against Yoonji’s pelvis, cock shiny, wet with your evident arousal.

“Thank you” it comes out breathless, fingers greedy as you play with your clit, toes curling when Yoonji pulls you back by your hips.

You feel the cock press against your sweet spot, staccato of moans muffled by the coach.

“That’s it” Yoonji croons, fingers digging into your flesh, hips snapping forward. Pleasure crawls up your body, clit throbbing as your hands grasp onto the couch.

“Wanna cum, please, please” you cry, each breath caught in the back of your throat.

“Yeah?”

You barely get the words out, “Please” is all you manage, thighs shaking as you slip closer and closer to release. Yoonji is unrelenting, pulling her cock out to the tip before her hips quickly snap back into you.

“Make a mess over Mommy’s cock”

One of her hands slip across your hip, dancing over your stomach before thrumming at your poor clit, so swollen and desperate.

“Fuck” you moan, hips rutting backwards as she plays with you.

“Cum for me”

Her name lodges in your throat, pussy clenching sporadically as you near your high.

You barely register your own voice, “Please”

“Come on, sweet girl” she presses over your clit a little faster, “so close for me, make a mess of my cock”

Stars dance behind your eyes as you tip over the edge, hiccup of a moan falling past your lips.

“That’s it” Yoonji hums, arousal soaked fingers skimming over your back. She rolls the cock into you slowly, helping you draw out your high.

Your toes tingle as you come to, thighs aching and cunt still clenching around the girthy intrusion.

“Good girl, you still here with me?” she murmurs.

You give her a nod.

“Words, baby”

You swallow, “I’m okay”

“Just okay?”

“Feel good”

A breathy laugh vibrates from her chest, “good”

You feel the ridges of the silicone cock drag against your sensitive walls as she begins to pull out. She lets out a low moan, watching the head of the cock spread your walls open before its slipping out of you, a pitiful dribble of creamy cum slipping down your thighs.

You tilt over, laying on your back, arms open for Yoongi.

She smiles down at you, unhooking her bra, letting it drop to the floor before she’s laying over you.

“God, you’re so pretty” she presses a kiss to your cheek.

Your hips roll upwards, cock pressed between your legs.

“And insatiable” she hums.

Your arms hold her close, “wanna make you feel good too” you murmur, head tilting upwards to press a kiss to her lips.

She indulges you, tongue licking over your bottom lip.

“You don’t have to” she whispers, eyes closed as she presses another chaste kiss to your lips, “just wanted you to feel better after a hard day”

You hum, “please”

Your hips rut upwards again, pleasure shooting up your spine, arousal tacky dildo pressing against your clit deliciously.

“What do you want?” she asks, fingers brushing your hair out of your face.

“This off” you tug at the straps of the strap on dildo.

Yoonji pushes herself off you a little, loosening the straps. Your own fingers press into your cunt, palm grazing your clit as the dildo falls to the floor.

“I’ll clean up later” you murmur, another dribble of arousal falling to the couch.

“Don’t worry about it” she leans over you, “leg up baby”

Her fingers wrap around your ankle, helping you lay back on the couch a little better. She tugs your leg up, slotting her own thighs beside yours.

She lifts her hand to her face, spit dribbling into her palm as she brings it down to her own pussy, spreading her folds. She drags her arousal soaked fingers over her clit, low moan catching in the back of her throat at the sudden friction.

Impatient, you lean yourself up onto your elbows, mouth latching onto one of her nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

“Shit” she whines, lowering her hips. You moan around her nipple at the first slick contact of her cunt pressed against your clit, warm, slick arousal dribbling over your folds.

Her hands trail down her body, fingers lifting up the hood of her clit as she ruts against yours.

“Ah” you moan, mouth falling open in pure bliss.

One of her arms stay hooked around your thigh, using it as leverage as she starts to roll her hips, your own thick arousal mixing with hers.

Your clit throbs, moans drowning out the obscene slick of your pussies rubbing against one another. Your mound is coated in arousal, her inner thighs tainted with your slick.

Each press of her clit over your sends you reeling into delicious overstimulation, still recovering from your last orgasm.

“Oh, darling” she moans, free hand falling to grope your chest.

Your lips wrap back around her nipple, warm breath fanning over her skin as you lick over her chest. Your teeth nip over sensitive skin at a particular thrust, unbridled pleasure coursing through every fibre of your being as she moans your name.

“Cum with me” she whines, trying to catch her own breath.

“Close” you whisper against her skin, teeth sinking into her pert nipples. That twinge of pain is enough to tip Yoonji over the edge, hand grasping at her free boob as she bounces a little.

Your cheeks heat at the lewdness of it all, tingling overstimulation helping you topple over the edge just after Yoonji. She continues to rub your pussies together, riding out the pure pleasure it brings the both of you.

“My good girl” her head tips back, “perfect girl”

You rub the mixture of both your cum and arousal over your clit, fingers twisting to run through her folds as she lets that final wave of arousal dribble over your cunt.

You bring your fingers up to your mouth, sucking on the mixture of your cum as you look up at her.

“How about a nice bath” she suggests, hands skimming up your sides, letting your leg fall back onto the couch.

“Can we use the new bubble bath we got?”

Yoonji lets out a breathy laugh, “Of course”

She leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips, tasting that mixture of your arousal.

“Love you” she whispers.

“I love you so much” you say, arms wrapping around her neck, pulling her in for a proper kiss.

[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xi. resurfacing memories

(wc: 1.6k-ish.. teehee | cw: suggestive, but just implications here and there)

“do you want to come with us?” you hear yourself say. the question sounded sweet—gentle and inviting—like an inside joke shared between two lovers. 

and then you remember; you already know he’ll say yes. “of course,” like always, “i was hoping you’d ask.” every time.

suddenly, you’re at the beach waist-deep in the water. you’re smiling but you don’t exactly know why. you turn to your left and see kids playing on the shore, burying themselves in the sand, and a wave of relief washes over you. you feel so free it makes you laugh, a distant sound in your ears. before you can dwell on it further, someone splashes you with water and it hits you in the face, making you scream. even with your eyes closed, the salt seeps past your eyelids but somehow you don’t mind. 

when you open them again, you’re met with a rerun of an old show you’ve never seen before. you hear the fan running but the hotel room still feels hot. you move to peel yourself from the body beside you, removing your legs from where they are placed over his, but he doesn’t let you. 

“where are you going?” he asks, hand on your calf so you don’t budge any farther. “it’s hot,” you point out, barely holding back a smile when you look up and see the slight frown on his face. “so?”

“i need some space.”

“no, you don’t.” 

“i’m already sweating!”

“then take your shirt off.”

you throw your head back with a groan, “oh my god, rin, please. i don’t want to shower again.” 

you wait, and it takes a minute before rintarou finally releases you from his hold, but not before deliberately showing you the disappointed look on his face. you playfully stick your tongue out at him as a retort and move to the other end of the couch, away from his warmth, laying your head on the armrest. your eyelids start to grow heavy, but you’re awake enough to feel a hand land on your knee, absentmindedly tracing circles on it. then you fall asleep. 

you jolt awake when the cab roughly drives over a speed bump, heart racing from having been suddenly woken up. you hear an annoyed tsk from beside you, and it’s only a moment after that you realize you’ve fallen asleep on someone else’s shoulder.  

like lightning, you immediately move to sit up on your own, making you feel lightheaded from the sudden movement. “sorry,” you mumble, mentally kicking yourself for your previous position, “you should’ve woken me up.” 

suna only hums in response, eyes trained outside the window. you let out a small sigh and lean back on the car seat, trying to gather your bearings. 

a few minutes pass and your heartbeat is still racing, thumping against your ribcage, and it makes you uncomfortable. perhaps, you were a little embarrassed after finding yourself in that position with suna. you were still mad at him from the argument the previous day. you’re sure he’s just as frustrated as you, judging by how he refuses to look you in the eyes since leaving the lobby this morning. so it was like a punch to your gut—or pride rather, that you were comfortably deep in slumber on the shoulder of someone you claim to despise so much. 

but in the back of your mind, your dream comes in flashes. the phone call. the beach. the stuffy hotel room. you push them back. his shirt. his hair. his light touches. fuck. his eyes. his warmth. his care. he’s so annoying. the dream that uncovered a long-forgotten memory comes in annoying flashes and you barely hold back from rolling your eyes albeit to yourself. 

you were reminding yourself over and over again that you were mad at suna that you didn't even notice the cab stopping. “we’re here,” the driver says, and you and suna get off. 

the area is somewhat isolated from the town, with less sand and more soil. trees of all kinds are scattered around the place instead of the usual palm you had become used to seeing. in the middle of it all was a wooden bungalow, a mix of dark and vibrant paints that chipped away with time. you can hear the different birds and insects chirp hidden, and you swear you hear a snake rattle somewhere. 

“are you sure this is where we’re supposed to get the cake?” suna asks skeptically. you unlock your phone and check your notes app to see if the name on the old signage matches the one kiyoomi gave you. “yeah,” both you and he grow surprised, “that’s the one.”

the bell above the door rings when you enter. everything in the empty bakeshop looks like they’re from the 70s save for the bakery case next to the counter. similar to the outside, most of the furniture was made of wood painted vastly different colors. 

as if on cue, an old lady emerges from the saloon doors at the back, a mug of coffee in each hand. “oh, great! you’re already here,” she grins, “this coffee was just freshly made!”

you and suna give each other a look before moving to one of the tables where she’d placed the coffee down, sitting when she motions for you to. “so?” she asks, excitedly tapping her fingers on the wooden table. 

a beat passes and you think she’s waiting for you to introduce yourselves. “oh, we’re—”

“atsumu’s friends, yes!” she laughs, a bit too enthusiastic for suna’s liking, “i spoke with him on the phone yesterday. and his omi too. what a sweet handsome couple they are.”

something about the lady in front of you is… odd. she stands out from the background, with her dirty white duster and cloth wrapped around her hair. a thick band of gold decorates her neck, similar to the circular plates hanging on her ears. each of her fingers adorns an assortment of rings and they catch your eye, the one with the blue gem in particular. her sunglasses are tinted blacker than the night; you can’t see the intent sitting behind them, but, for some reason, you feel safe. strange. a few alarms go off in your head—you’re already thinking of contingency plans in case things go wrong in this quaint bakeshop—but your senses remain calm. your senses tell you the stranger sitting across you is somewhat familiar.

you recall your dream in the cab once more. why you were smiling. why you felt so free. right, it wasn’t only you and suna going on trips to the beach. you were with oba. 

“i’m sure you have similar stories, no?” her soft voice breaks you out of your reverie. you tilt your head in confusion, mouth twitching in uncertainty when you ask her to clarify, “sorry?”

she leans closer, curious and eager, and places her chin atop her clasped hands. “come on, don’t lose to them,” she urges, cocking her head to the side, “so when did you two get married?”

“oh, we’re not,” you stammer, nervously stealing a glance to your side and noticing suna’s uncharacteristically reddened cheeks, feeling your own flush warm also, “we’re not married.”

the old lady tilts her head down as if she were studying both of your hands. once you realize what she's looking at, you and suna both make it a point to move your rings from your left ring fingers to somewhere else, somewhere very far away from your ring fingers.

you clear your throat once done, but the growing awkwardness was palpable. “those were just for style.”

the old lady hums in thought, “boyfriend?”

“no,” suna grumbles, though the redness on his cheeks remains.

“just friends, then?”

“no?” your voice comes out unsure.

“hmm, then... what do kids call that these days? friends with benefits?”

“oh my god, no!” you exclaim, hand flying to cover your mouth in an instant. embarrassment floods inside you and you feel like you’ll burst into flames any second. suddenly, you’re eighteen again, sitting beside suna on the couch, listening dreadfully to oba giving you both the talk. 

but the man beside you takes it the wrong way. “what the fuck?” suna breathes out in disbelief, though equally as mortified as you are, “no need to react that badly.”

you throw him a sarcastic look. “oh, i’m sorry. did you want me to say ‘yes’?”

“you say ‘no’ like it’s the grossest thing ever!” suna crosses his arms stubbornly, a slight frown on his lips when he adds under his breath, “and we both know it isn’t. in fact—”

you cut him off with a raise of a brow, daring him to complete his thought. suna immediately seals his lips shut and lets out a small huff, pointedly looking away. 

your tongue prods the inside of your cheek as you roll your eyes, “you and your ego.” you meet eyes with the lady across from you and give her an apologetic smile on behalf of the both of you. 

however, to your surprise, she doesn’t seem to mind your bickering. instead, a small knowing smile gradually spreads on her lips. “interesting,” she muses, “how you two want the same thing but make it so hard for yourselves. kids are so stubborn these days.” 

before you can ask what she means, she happily excuses herself from the table to gather the assortment of cake flavors for you to try. “i’ll be back in a minute!” is the last thing you hear before she disappears behind the saloon doors. an awkward silence settles over you and suna, neither willing to speak or move. 

when she comes back, she only brings with her a single fork. “we ran out,” she snickers innocently, “looks like you two will have to share.” 

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[moonlightspencie]

… Angels Roll Their Eyes

Description: A new recruit to the BAU catches Reid’s eye. Unfortunately for the both of them, she has a past with someone very close to him. Are they willing to keep secrets just to keep one another? (TWO-PART MINISERIES)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, reader gets a minor injury, sexual references/content (i’ll accept 16+ because its definitely not more than pg-13 material but writing anything sexy makes me feel weird if i know teenagers are reading it)

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: READER’S POV!! this is where the bridge kicks in teehee. (also savannah is more of a minor character at this point, nobody really knows she and derek are together)

Devils Roll the Dice… (click for part 1)

I walked up to the figure illuminated by vending machine lights. His head was down as he looked through the options, not really intending on buying anything at all. I slowed my steps on the approach, just barely catching his attention before I was right next to him.

“Hey,” he said quietly, giving me a soft smile.

I grinned in full, not bothering to hide my feelings. Nobody was around, anyways.

“Hey. You come here often?”

He laughed. “Only this once. Waiting around for this girl who said she’d meet me here.”

“Sounds like she’s into you.”

He nodded. “I think so.”

I grabbed his hand, attempting to pull him closer. He took the advantage to bring me in instead, my back against the hard plastic of the machine’s display. Rather than kissing me then and there, he leaned in, lips unbearably close to my ear.

“I feel like we’re sneaking around past our parents,” he said quietly.

“You never got that ‘teenage dream’ experience. Maybe this is your second chance.”

He smiled. “Maybe.”

His lips pressed to mine, silencing our whispered words for good.

We were far from teenagers at this point, but he was still a dream. I found myself feeling giddy at every turn, completely ignoring the impending doom that loomed over our relationship.

We both knew we weren’t trying hard enough to hide it. Neither of us knew what would happen when it finally came to light.

Until that happened, we’d pretend it wasn’t in the cards at all. Summer love was still sweet, even being far removed from the romanticism of anything resembling the movie-loves I’d grown accustomed to religiously watching. This was somehow better. Maybe because it was more realistic. Probably because it was always more thrilling to live it out.

I smiled into our kiss, feeling his wandering hands trying to get themselves under my legs to lift me up. Sadly, we never got the chance.

We heard footsteps coming down the hall quickly, breaking apart and trying to look as nonchalant as possible as we mindlessly gazed at the snacks inside the machine.

“I’m thinking M&Ms,” I noted, almost laughing.

Spencer hid a smile. He clicked the right buttons right as our visitor reached us. The little package dropped, our secret still somehow concealed from a slightly-confused Aaron Hotchner as he stood behind us waiting for his turn.

“Night,” I said, giving a slight nod.

“Goodnight.”

Spencer followed behind me, hoping it wouldn’t be obvious that he didn’t have some cheap snack of his own in hand as we walked past. I rationalized that he looked too tired to notice, anyways.

We wound up back in my room, giggling with each other like kids at a sleepover. I made him do a face-mask with me while he made me listen to a lecture on how the hyaluronic acid in the formula provided moisture for our skin. I gladly listened with a smile on my face, and he happily accepted a hundred kisses as I wiped his face clean afterwards.

We laid on my bed, mindlessly talking about whatever came to mind. He took my hand in his, running his thumb across the back of my hand in repeated motions as we talked.

“What do you say we stop hiding us?” I asked at last, staring at the ceiling. “I’ve established myself on the team at this point, I think.”

He was quiet for a moment, still running his thumb over my hand.

“I don’t know. I think it’s better that we keep it quiet.”

I paused, taking in his response. I’d hoped that after a while we wouldn’t be hiding anymore. As much fun as it was to sneak around, it could be utterly exhausting. But, if he still wanted to, I’d agree.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he questioned, turning his head to look at me.

I looked back at him, giving him a small smile and a nod.

“Yeah. If that’s what you want, it’s fine by me.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sprung up a moment after, standing at the foot of the bed. I grabbed my phone, clicking around on the screen as he propped himself up to look at me. I held out a hand to him.

“Dance with me, pretty boy,” I sang out, hitting shuffle on one of my playlists.

He quickly obliged, not wasting a second in worrying about whether or not he could actually dance. He knew I’d be there to guide whatever movements he didn’t know how to do yet.

Whispers of ‘are you sure?’

I smiled at him, admiring the way he payed way too much attention to how he moved. I made it a goal to loosen him up. After a minute, he was letting me guide, leaving his body to its own devices. He was really better off for it.

I can see us lost in the memory

We swayed along to the song, silently praying it wasn’t some kind of sick foreshadowing of how our summer would end. I pretended not to care much about the lyrics. He pretended not to listen to most of them.

August sipped away like a bottle of wine

Cause you were never mine

“Do you think that’ll happen to us?” I asked, still smiling past the gravity of the question.

“Of course not,” he answered with finality.

Wanting was enough

For me it was enough

To live for the hope of it all

I took his hands, the both of us spinning around in circles with smiles on our faces that were real and genuine despite a nagging feeling that something might be wrong.

I knew mine had a lot to do with very real feelings I was scared to talk about. I was too afraid to think about what may have filled his head. It was really none of my business, anyways, so I cleared my head of it all. Wanting was enough. I didn’t have to doubt that. It had been enough for two months so far. That had to count for something.

Weeks later and it was August. That lingering question of “will it last” was ever-present in my head. I just kept pushing it down. Fuck compartmentalization. That question was locked in a dungeon, chained to a wall, and I intended on keeping it there until we were either burning to the ground or eloping in Vegas.

Those seemed like the most viable options, anyway. An extremely-attached, yet no-strings kind of situationship could really only go one of two ways.

I almost wanted him to hate me at that point. It would certainly be a thrilling end if he revealed that he never cared about me and was only doing all of this to screw with my head. Almost like he was a spy, trying to uncover whatever boring substance made up my psyche.

I knew that was… Slightly less realistic, though.

I probably shouldn’t have been thinking about it so thoroughly, especially since it was merely theoretical. It would have caused a lot less mental work. It also might have prevented me from being off my game.

I had a habit of being a bit clumsy when we weren’t in life-threatening situations, but messing up while we were on a case? Unbearably embarrassing.

I looked up as my arm hit the wall to stop me from falling over my own two feet, disgusting to find that an exposed nail head had given me quite the scratch. It looked pretty gnarly, and frankly I was thanking my lucky stars I’d already gotten a tetanus booster after my last injury. However, I probably couldn’t go much further with my arm bleeding. Especially if they didn’t necessarily need me. It was one man they were going after, and we didn’t even know if he was in this house.

I voiced to Hotch what had happened, and he told me to leave if I was safe enough to do so. JJ and three officers occupied the house anyways, so I booked it out of there.

I cleaned myself up as well as I could with the first aid kit in the car, planning on doing a better job when I got back to the precinct. The house we were in turned out to be a bust anyways. Our unsub was still in the wind. He clearly hadn’t even been in the house in weeks. It was wildly frustrating.

Until Miss Penelope Garcia called in to save the day as she always did. She let JJ and I know that the others were currently heading across town to an apartment that she was certain housed the unsub and our most recent victim.

“Finally,” I sighed, leaning my head back in the seat.

JJ was quiet, and I looked away from my driving to see her. She smiled at me when I turned my head.

“What?” I questioned with a laugh.

“Can I ask you something?” she inquired, sitting up a little more straight. “It’s a little personal.”

I quirked a brow. “You can ask, but I reserve my right to remain silent.”

She laughed. “Alright. Fair enough. Uh, I’m just wondering about you and a certain team member.”

I swallowed. Uh oh.

“Okay?”

“I’ve just— I’ve heard rumors, and I wanted to ask you directly about them rather than letting the rumor-mill run.”

I nodded slowly. “What have you heard?”

“Word on the street is that you and Morgan used to be an item.”

Oh.

“Ah,” I replied with a chuckle. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, we were a thing. But that was a while ago, and I’m pretty certain we’ve moved past it.”

“Right, yeah,” she nodded. “You know, he has a secret girlfriend now.”

I smiled, glancing at her. “Really?”

She nodded again. “Yeah. He’s been trying to hide it, but Garcia loves to talk.”

I laughed, thinking of the bubbly, well-meaning woman. She had a hard time with secrets, though she tried her hardest.

“That’s good. He deserves to be happy, he was always a great guy,” I said.

“Just gotta look past all of the mindless flirting and the jock-persona,” JJ noted jokingly.

I hummed in agreement, turning down the road that would lead us to the precinct at last. It was a good thing, too, since my arm was really starting to irritate me now. My discomfort must have been obvious, as JJ looked at me once again.

“You okay?” she questioned. “That cut on your arm looks pretty painful.”

I looked at it, noticing there was some bleed-through on the bandage. I sighed, not looking forward to cleaning it up.

“I’ll live. It just itches pretty bad right now, and it’s fairly sore.”

“I can help you when we’re back at the station. You shouldn’t have to do that alone.”

“Thanks Jayje,” I said, resting a hand on her arm briefly.

She covered my hand with her own, giving me another smile. It felt like she could see through me on occasion. She had quickly become one of my closest friends on the team, which took me a little by surprise. She seemed a little too unironic-girlboss when I first met her, but the second Penelope helped me see her true colors… We were fast friends.

I almost found myself telling her about Spencer and I on multiple occasions, but always ended up thinking better of the idea. That moment was one of the times I almost said something.

Of course, I thought twice about it, but she gave me that look like she knew what I was thinking.

I found an out when we pulled into the precinct, and took up her offer to help me with properly fixing up my arm. We made light conversation as I tried like hell not to focus on the stinging pain that occurred every time she probed at the cut.

We did whatever we could to help after she was finished. At least until the rest of the team showed up. But, to my delight, we rounded out our night by heading home and going straight to the bar.

I didn’t often let myself get well and truly drunk. Especially not when I was around Spencer. I knew I had been staring at him once I downed my sixth shot, but by the third mixed drink he was pulling me out of the bar. He threw out some kind of excuse that he was tired and I needed a ride home.

“What’s up with you?” he asked after bidding a goodnight to everyone else. “You’ve been acting weird, and now you’re getting wasted.”

I was annoyed by the comment, but there was concern in his voice over everything else. I leaned into him as we walked towards my car.

“I just wanted to have some fun, Spencie.”

He sighed, continuing to help me walk until we reached my vehicle.

“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, helping me into the backseat of the car.

I slumped over into the seat as he did, just barely letting him put the seatbelt around me and click it into place. He was fairly quiet as he did so, which really only furthered my concern. Even drunk I knew well enough to see that something was off with him. He shut the door, and I let myself drop against the seat, listening as he opened and closed the driver’s side door.

I glanced up, seeing him adjust the mirror to keep an eye on me in the seat rather than the road. It was dangerous and stupid. And so sweet it made my stomach flip.

I let my mind wander as he turned on the radio, thought he kept it low, and started driving. I thought of him and the summer we’d shared thus far. Three months is nothing in the grand scheme of life, but it felt like everything when I was with him. He felt like everything in that time. I hated keeping him a secret so much.

Maybe I shouldn’t have drank so much.

I let out the tears I was holding back, sniffling as the snot starting trying to weasel its way out of my system. If I was going to cry like a baby, I wasn’t going let myself get all gross and grimy. That’s where I drew the line. I’d make sure at least some of my dignity was preserved.

He looked at me in the rear view mirror, brows furrowing.

“Y/N?”

I sniffled.

“Yeah?” I managed, knowing I sounded absolutely pathetic.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft. “Why are you crying?”

I met his eyes as he continually glanced at me in the mirror. I had to have looked ridiculous, laying on the backseat with tears streaming down my face for seemingly no reason.

“I’m fine.”

He deadpanned. “You’re sobbing in the backseat of your own car.”

“I’m fine,” I said again through tears, voice coming out much more whiny than I’d intended.

He said my name as a warning, seeing through my… untruth. I felt more happy calling it that than anything else. I looked at him, admiring his pretty face through the mirror as he looked on at the road ahead. Maybe it was a good idea for him to practically drag me out of the bar. I could be a messy drunk, and I definitely would’ve outed us by wanting to be messy with him in front of the team if I’d drank any more.

Keeping secrets sucked. It was stupid and annoying. Especially when he was so hot.

I whined out loud at the though, squeezing my eyes shut.

“What?” he whined back, a laugh on his lips.

“I’m sick of this.”

“Sick of what, baby?”

I sighed, wiping away tears that kept on rolling.

“Keeping secrets. I don’t want to have to keep hiding this just to keep you.”

He sighed to match mine. “I know.”

“I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“Honey, we don’t have much of a choice.”

“But I’m going to explode if I can’t kiss you in public anymore.”

“No, you won’t,” he said, looking at me again.

I pouted. “I will.”

“You’re drunk, baby. We’ll get you into bed and you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

“Will you come to bed with me?”

He smiled softly. “Of course.”

I felt the car starting to slow, and though my vision was a little blurry, I saw the green light ahead turn to yellow. I looked at him again, a small smile coming to my tear-soaked face.

“Spencie?”

He hummed in question, not yet looking at me.

“Can I tell you something really stupid?”

“I’d love nothing more.”

I paused for a moment, letting my inebriated state wipe away any inhibitions I may have had otherwise. The car stopped at the light at last. I smiled softly.

“For what it’s worth, I love you,” I mumbled. “And it’s the worst fucking thing you could hear right now.”

I hoped he’d say it back, though part of me expected him to pretend he hadn’t heard me at all.

I definitely didn’t expect him to look at me through the mirror with a devilish smirk.

“I know you do,” he stated. “And it’s not the worst thing I‘ve heard by a long shot.”

I bit my lip to hold back a smile as he pulled away from the light. We ended up back at my apartment, Spencer still helping me stumble the whole way there. I pushed him back against the door as soon as we were inside, but he held my wrists to stop me from feeling him up. I pouted.

“Ow,” I said, pulling my injured arm from him.

“You okay, princess?”

I nodded, quiet. He simply looked at me, certainly not believing me.

“Why are you doing that?” I questioned.

His eyes widened. “W-why am I stopping you?”

I nodded silently, still pouting.

“Baby— You’re drunk. I’m not doing anything with you while you’re drunk.”

I dropped my hands, whining as I leaned my full body into his. He wrapped his arms around me, walking— more so waddling— with me until we reached my couch.

“I just wanna kiss you,” I grumbled into his chest, letting him drop me onto the cushions.

I stared up at him, trying to look alluring. I probably just looked a little out of my mind.

“I love kissing you, but not while you’re so drunk you can’t even stand up by yourself without almost tipping over,” he said, smiling softly as he crouched between my legs.

He leaned up, softly kissing my forehead. He kept my face in his hands, looking at me. He let one hand drop, running it across my arm. I pulled back again, feeling the discomfort in my arm from my earlier injury.

He furrowed his brow, looking down at my arm as it was covered by my sleeve.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. “I’m fine.”

“You pulled away twice when I touched your arm.”

“It’s okay.”

He sighed, grabbing my arm and gently moving my sleeve up over the bandage. He let out a sharp breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” he asked, trying not to be annoyed with my concealment. “When did you get hurt?”

I deflated. “Today.”

“How?”

“I got cut. Fell into a nail in the wall.”

He ran a hand over his face. “You should’ve told me.”

“Why?”

He glanced up, furrowing his brow. He was clearly annoyed with me, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel terribly about it.

“Because I want to know when you’re hurt.”

I swallowed. Okay, that made me feel a little guilty.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It is. That’s a pretty big bandage.”

I was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to worry.”

“It’s my job to worry about you.”

“No, it isn’t.”

He quirked a brow. “Why not?”

“We aren’t even like… A real couple,” I said, closing my eyes. “All we do is sneak around and you don’t ever want to tell anyone and I just don’t think that we can keep acting like it’s gonna last forever if we can’t even tell friends about—”

“It’s not my fault you dated Derek first,” he said, cutting me off.

I scoffed. “He doesn’t even care. That was forever ago and he has his secret girlfriend now anyways.”

“You wanted to keep this secret in the first place.”

“Well I’m sick of it,” I yelled. “I’m sick of keeping secrets and I’m sick of you not caring that I’m in love with you.”

“Not caring?” he asked, voice raising as he leaned back on his knees.

“You didn’t even say it back when I said it.”

“Because you’re drunk! How am I supposed to know if you even mean it?”

“Because I do!”

I groaned, my head dropping back against the cushions. My buzz was starting to wane, and I wished it would hold on a little longer.

“You were crying in the backseat. We said we’d talk about this tomorrow when you were sobered up. Why don’t we stick to that plan?” he said after a moment.

“Why can’t you just tell me how you actually feel about me?”

“I don’t want to say something and have you not remember it.”

“You’re so annoying,” I grumbled.

He rolled his eyes, standing abruptly. I readied myself for him to leave. I knew I was being childish, but I was tired of keeping everything bottled up. I wouldn’t blame him for dropping me then and there.

But, he reached out a hand.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

I looked up at him curiously, not yet taking his hand.

“You’re staying?”

He nodded. “Of course. I don’t want to leave you like this.”

I reached out, letting him help me up. We walked to my room, quietly undressing. I climbed into bed, watching him as he finally tugged off his pants, leaving him in just his undershirt and boxers. He shut my door, turned off the lights, and got under the covers with me.

He reached out for me under the sheets, tugging me against him. I sighed, resting my hand over his arm.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s okay. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I woke up to a horrible headache, and a nauseous feeling that I was convinced would probably never ever go away. I was 100% certain I would never drink again ever in my life. It was a set rule that I made very quickly.

“How are you feeling?” Spencer asked.

My next rule was that nobody was ever allowed to speak to me again.

I broke it immediately.

“Like crap.”

“Here,” he said, a stupid smile in his voice from the one word.

I opened my eyes to see him offering me a couple of little pills and a glass of water. I took them, grateful, even though I wanted to tell him to leave me alone in the dark for the next few months. Thankfully, he let me lay in his arms until the medication kicked in and took the edge off of my stupid hangover. I was at least thankful we didn’t have work that day.

My head was buried in his chest when I felt his lips against the top of my head. He rubbed my back, coaxing me back to the real world. Unfortunately I’d been a mess in the real world the night prior and did not want to deal with the aftermath.

“Baby,” he said quietly. “Are you alright?”

“Mhm,” I hummed, leaning back a little. Just enough to see him. “Medicine helped.”

“Good,” he smiled. “I was a little worried. You drank a lot more than you usually do last night.”

“I know. I was a mess.”

He smirked. “A little bit.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, brushing hair out of his face. “I’m sorry we argued.”

He was quiet for a second, then perked up a little when his phone dinged.

“You hungry?”

“I really don’t want to go out, love.”

He laughed softly. “I know. I ordered in while you were laying down.”

“You’re a dream, Spencer Reid.”

We tumbled out of bed, Spencer insisting on preparing everything after he thanked the delivery person at the door. He made me sit at the table and wait for him, not allowing me to do anything at all until all of the food was laid out. He delighted in it.

“There,” he said, setting down our drink at last as he sat next to me. “And you tried saying I didn’t love you.”

My eyes widened, not expecting him to say anything, but especially not like that. He looked at me.

“What?” he questioned.

“That’s how you’re going to tell me?” I asked with a laugh.

“I thought you knew anyways,” he shrugged. “I do love you, you know?”

I felt heat in my cheeks at that, a smile on my face that I couldn’t control. He smiled right back at me, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand.

“Do you really think we’ll last past summer?” I asked, hoping he was feeling honest.

He sighed, the smallest grin on his face.

“It’d be a cruel end if we didn’t.”

[rninies]

✮ messy sleeper - aki hayakawa

synopsis: being a messy sleeper is tough. you'd sometimes kick aki or even slap his face because of your constant movements. but aki doesn't mind though.

warnings: fluff, really short, self-indulgent because im a messy sleeper 🙇🏻‍♀️, ooc aki?? i think — wc: 508

notes: first aki fic i hope this was to every aki lovers liking (i had to ask my mutuals on twitter about his personality because i didn't want to mess his character up 😭) tagging @riaki and @kissxcore teehee

aki is a heavy sleeper. he could sleep through thunderstorms, loud tv noises, loud neighbors, basically anything. however, the only thing he could not sleep through was you. aki, who is quite literally a rock when sleeping, could only be awakened by you. no, this doesn’t mean the “aki, wake up. it’s already late.” — it means the you constantly kicking his leg or smacking his face with your flailing hands.

today was no different. aki was awoken by your flailing hands once again, but this time, the only difference is that the blanket is missing.

“ow-” aki mutters as he forces himself to open his eyes. he groans removing your hands from your face. you are still sound asleep despite hitting aki in the face. “not again…” he looks at the clock and sighs at how early it is (he finally got a day off and had decided to wake up late today but you had other plans).

aki places a hand over his eyes, trying to fall back asleep but he can’t. so, instead of trying to sleep again, he forces himself to wake up and prepare breakfast for the two of you. he slowly rises from the bed, careful to not wake up.

about five minutes after aki left the room, you woke up. rubbing your eyes, you looked around, wondering where aki went. you were instantly relieved when you could smell bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen. you sluggishly walk down the stairs, peeking into the kitchen. “aki, what’re you doing up so early? i thought you-” a yawn escaped your mouth. “i thought you wanted to sleep in today.”

“well, that was the plan. but you-” aki stops, not wanting you to feel bad. “i wanted to make breakfast for us.”

you smiled lazily, still sleepy. “aw, that’s sweet, aki.” you walk up to him and grabbed his hand, making his attention shift to you. “but i know when you’re lying. tell me.”

aki sighs. “you smacked me in the face while you were sleeping. again.”

you stayed silent before bursting into laughter, clutching your stomach. “oh my god-” you wiped the tears away from your eyes. “again? aki, i’m so sorry.” you didn’t really seem sorry in aki’s eyes, from the way you laughed so hard. “how did the blanket end up on the floor? no wonder i was freezing.”

“you think?” aki frowns, still confused as to how you’re even asking him that question. “you think i kicked the blanket off of the bed?”

“well, no. but it was worth the shot.” you gave aki a cheeky smile. “wanted to see if you’d take the blame for me.” you teasingly gave aki a boop on the nose, laughing at how aki’s face changed into disbelief.

“you-”

“bacon and eggs for breakfast! you just know what i’m craving for the day, do you?” you say, quickly cutting him off.

aki sighs in defeat, unable to say anything else as he looks at you basically gleaming with happiness, a smile on his face.

[urlocaldesertdweller]

Venture x Fem! Reader with beauty marks (moles) and freckles

I wanted to write something short and sweet for this little rock-eating goober, and I really wanted something involving natural marks on the skin for Reader! Yes, this includes the very unoriginal act of the partner kissing every single mark on your skin. Fluff and mostly suggestive around the end... teehee

When Sloan first set their eyes on you, they could already see the beauty marks and freckles scattered all over your beautiful skin. They would point it out loud, which makes you laugh, and they would realize what they said making it seem like they have never seen a person with beauty marks/freckles. But of course, you comfort them which kicks off your relationship!

Every time they would talk to you face to face, their eyes would always drift towards the closest mark to your eyes or lips, you talk their ears off but their mind start to wander staring into your marks with admiration. It would take you some time to realize with the growing silence from Sloan that they were staring at you making you flush a lil pink under their gaze.

Sometimes during free time when you both are REALLY bored, you play a small game of trying to count every single mark on your body. You two would go into a giggling fit, you being ticklish when Sloan presses their finger lightly to help keep count, Sloan giggles because of how you both keep on losing track of the marks. Of course, it only being limited to your boundaries and what you are comfortable with Sloan being able to see and touch, so you only count what's on your limbs and face.

The more time you spend together Sloan can't help but get a little curious considering how many you have alone on your face...and they would never admit but they think that your marks actually make you look very cute and attractive also extremely (kissable). But they find themselves becoming worried and shy when you come around them giving them mixed signals, and they find themselves being very confused on whether they should confirm the relationship or not...

Boy oh boy when you wear something even slightly revealing, tank tops, cropped tops, or even shorts, Sloan can't help but take a quick peak looking at the countless amount of marks, their gaze rising and rising...noting every mark tracing up your strong legs and thighs until...they quickly look away keeping their mind out of the gutter before they were to look and imagine how many more could be hiding behind those clothes... And oh innocent you becoming all concerned when watch your best friend Sloan heat up and get all red in the cheeks thinking they suddenly caught a fever...

When they finally get the courage to confess their love for you god easy to say that both of you were happy as clams when the thought came to mind that you both were in love.! But then Sloan the constant thoughts of your beautiful marks moving when you smile for them in pure happiness they finally also confess their feelings for your marks which stuns you of course considering they most likely said something along the lines of, "Also also...I wanted to say that I want to see the rest of your...yknow marks...the moles and the freckles and what I mean by that is...like under your clothes.? Ah, crap...I sound like a pervert don't I? Listen what I'm trying to say is..." You get the point. They constantly stumble over their own words with the rush of emotions. But once again you are there to calm them down and reassure them that they are completely fine, even if with their desire to see more of your body...

After some time of being an official thing. The two of you plan a date of where you are and let Sloan kiss every single mark...which is a lot but Sloan confirms that they wanted to do this ever since they first laid their eyes on you which of course flushes your face but you eventually calm down form their flirtatious comment.

"You are so unbelievably beautiful my love... I've loved every single bit of you ever since we met! Trust me, I want this."

They say this while they start to lay light but ticklish kisses all over your arms and lower legs...leaving the thighs for the best part. They trail up to your face, and they grasp the side of your face admiring for a second before kissing every mark, they were basically kissing from your lips to your brows, nose, and cheeks, and they start to grin when they fall to your neck which makes you stiffen and gasp at first. This is the point where their kisses start to last longer and hotter on your skin.

You play into their game as you pull on the collar of your shirt allowing them more marks to lay their soft lips upon. They obviously tease you and you want more of their touch and lips, they pull away for a moment to smirk at you.

"And here I thought I couldn't get enough of you... But that's what I love about you, Chica...You love me just as much as I do!"

You groan at them to continue with their kissing to which they are happy to listen with a chuckle as they kiss at the remaining available space of marks... Eventually, it isn't enough for you as you feel them slow down, to push them away to which they pout until they notice you pulling your shirt off, leaving you half-naked in your bra... they almost have no idea of where to continue with the kisses. But they dont waste any more time wanting to kiss the peaking skin of your chest, they keep eye contact when they lay the warm kisses on your soft skin.

By the time they pull away to look for more, it's clear that both of you are nothing but blushing messes. A moment of silence as they dive into your soft tummy kissing the range of marks which makes you hold a giggle. The angle they have right now is heavenly with your chest slightly blocking the view of your flushed face, by this time they keep their large hands holding onto the fat of your thighs grasping in them like stress toys, also note that their lips are starting to feel a little sore but they can't help but look for more spots to kiss. (They may have, may have not have kissed the same mark twice in certain spots)

They pull away lowering themselves between your thighs as you pull your shorts high revealing the last few marks before... you know. But they take quick short breaths looking back up to you with a devilish smile and with a squeeze of your thighs make you squeak towards them playing with your thighs.

My Goddess...you are heavenly, its making me breathless..."

The nickname alone makes your face borderline with a tomato as you hide your face in your hands. With a chuckle, they try their best to straight up shoving their face between your legs, but they hold back and stick to the agreed kisses. If Sloan thought you couldn't be any more sensitive and ticklish...lo and behold you squirm and shiver, holding a gasp with every burning kiss on the inside of your thighs, it only makes it worse when you feel the awful smirk on your lover's lips.

"Burnt out already lovely.? But we only started... I need to see more of you..."

Yeah, this is definitely going to be more than just some kissing tonight...

[rainbowpumpkin]

Prompt: Cal put his nose where it didn't belong

AHHHHHHHHHH here I go, writing smut. @hereforthefanficsandromance gave our discord some prompts and I wrote THIS, please, enjoy, teehee.

It's also a bit inspired by Laundry Day by talesfromthecryptkeeper

“Hey, Cal? Can you grab my gloves? I don’t want to stab myself with these roots.” You look up from the plant you’ve carefully dug up. You’re tending the garden with BD on the roof of Pyloon’s Saloon. Cal looks up from the datapad he’s holding. 

“Sure thing, be right back.” He smiles, getting down the tablet and heading downstairs.

Greez had prepared a cozy room in the basement for the two Jedi. Cal softly whistles as he descends the stairs. Your backpack is sitting on the workbench, half unzipped. Cal opens the bag and peeks inside for it, rummaging around.

Your gloves are nowhere to be seen. Cal frowns and opens the front pocket, even though he knows he shouldn’t go through your stuff.

Inside, there’s a small curved device. Never seeing the item before, Cal fishes it out, curious. Right when his hand comes in contact with the device, Cal inhales sharply. His psychometry instantly takes over and he’s pulled into a memory tied to the strange object.

The vision becomes clear and Cal sees you, panting softly on your bunk in the Mantis. You’re covering your mouth with your hand, softly moaning. Your cheeks are flushed, a bit of sweat covering your face.

Cal’s eyes trail down your lying form, and he chokes on his breath.

You’re moving the device in and out of your leaking cunt. Cal’s face burns with embarrassment, and he feels blood rushing south.

You sob out against your hand, pressing a button and the toy comes alive, buzzing against your sensitive flesh.

“F-Fuck… Cal…” You whimper softly.

Cal grunts, his now extremely hard cock straining against his pants. 

The vision ends and Cal just stands there in shock, his mouth wide open, face all red. You moaned his name while pleasuring yourself. His hand grips the toy, stuffing it into his pocket before swiftly turning, rushing back up the staircase.

He makes it back to the rooftop, practically kicking the door open.

You jump and BD lets out a startled boop.

“Cal? Are you good?” You ask, standing and brushing the dirt off your hands. Cal doesn't say a word and storms over to you. He stops in front of you, shoving his hand into his pocket. You follow his movement and your eyes widen when you see the outline of his throbbing cock pressed against his jeans.

Cal pulls out the vibrator, giving you a dark, lustful look. Your eyes widen even more, your cheeks flushing.

“Oh shit.. I forgot I put that in my bag, I’m so sorry-” You start to ramble.

Cal shushes you by hastily pressing his lips against your. You squeak but quickly recover, moving your lips in rhythm with his.

He slowly pulls back, smirking. “I saw what you were doing with this…” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours. Your blush gets even worse.

“Fuck… Your psychometry.”

“Mhm. Heard you cry out my name, naughty girl.” Cal’s smirk widens, his voice low. Your legs tremble. Cal grabs your hand, tugging you into his strong chest.

“And now, I’d like to use it on you. Come, I need to hear you moan my name again.” He chuckles, pulling you with him and down to your shared room. BD shakes his little head and stays in the garden, enjoying his time with the plants.

Cal’s strides are full of purpose. He’s walking so quickly, you have to pick up your normal pace just to keep up with him.

“C-Cal…” You manage to stutter out. He looks over his shoulder, pausing. His eyes are deep green pools of desire. Warmth pools between your legs. “A-Are you sure about this?” You whisper.

Cal just smirks, turning forward again. You two finally reach the basement bed, Cal swiftly tugging you in and slamming his palm on the button to shut the door.

Before you can react, he pushes you back against the wall. His lips find yours, his tongue hungrily slipping into your mouth. You whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck. You tug at the back of his hair and Cal lets out a low groan.

“Can’t believe you…” He whispers against your lips. “Moaning and whining for me while you pleasure yourself. One hell of a way to find out you feel the same.”

You flush, the tips of your ears turning red. “Been wanting you for months… maybe years.” He mutters, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. 

You let out a soft moan, pressing yourself up against his muscular form. Cal’s hands hold tightly onto your hips, his thumbs sneaking under your shirt and rubbing circles on your skin. He rocks his hips forward, his clothed erection rubbing against your core. Leaning your head back, you moan. Cal takes the opportunity to pepper kisses up and down your neck. He finds your sweet spot when you let out a high pitched whine, smirking against your skin. He takes a moment to suck there, gently biting as well.

“Cal, oh Force.” You gasp out, clinging to him. He chuckles against your neck, slowly walking backwards, pulling you with him. You follow after him, already addicted to his touch, wanting more, so much more.

Cal’s legs bump into the bed and he slowly guides you around to sit. He positions himself between your legs, looking down at you, fondness in his eyes. His right hand moves to your head, delicately scratching your scalp and combing through your hair. His other hand reaches into his pocket, taking out the vibrator. Cal leans down so his mouth is right by your ear. 

“Take off your clothes, Princess.” He commands softly. You shiver, a jolt of desire racing down your spine. You nod, yanking your shirt over your head. You undo your belt, carefully setting your lightsaber aside, and shimmy out of your jeans. Feeling slightly embarrassed, you glance at Cal through your eyelashes. He’s just watching you, palming himself through his pants. You let out a curse, enjoying the sight.

Cal smirks and shakes his head, amused. You reach behind your back, unclipping your bra, tossing it to the side as well. Cal’s eyes trail down to your breasts, taking in the sight.

“Beautiful.” He mutters. With shaky hands, you lift your hips, sliding your underwear off. The cool air of the room hits your dripping core and you whine.

Cal shifts, moving to settle down on his knees. He holds the toy tightly in his hands.

“So wet… And all just for me, I’m flattered.” He says, leaning his face between your legs.

His free hand holds one of your thighs down to the mattress. Cal plants a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh, his stubble scratching your skin. You pant, your hand grasping his hair, urging him forward.

“Please, Cal. Need you.” You beg. 

“Good girl.” He whispers before placing his mouth on your wet cunt. “I’m going to make you scream my name.” He mumbles against you.

Cal instantly starts lapping at your slit, as if he was a man starved. You squeal and moan, squirming as he pleasures you. He chuckles, the vibrations of his laugh making you shiver. 

Cal slowly pulls back, looking at you with hooded eyes. His lips and chin are covered with your slick, glistening in the light. 

Your heart skips a beat, he looks absolutely delicious like this.

You see him smirk, bringing the vibrating toy to your cunt. You inhale sharply as he gently pushes it in. 

“That’s it, Princess. Who’s my good girl?” Cal whispers as he slowly pumps the toy in and out of you. You whine, gripping the sheets.

“I am!” You cry out.

Cal watches your face as it twists in pleasure. He enjoys seeing you like, all wet and needy for him. He presses the button, causing the toy to start vibrating.

Your eyes widen and you close your thighs. Cal chuckles and eases them open.

“Keep them open for me, darling. I want to see everything.” He whispers.

You throw your head back against the plush mattress and moan. It feels so good, and having Cal being the one giving you pleasure, you realize how quickly you feel your orgasm approaching.

“C-Cal!” You call out to him. Cal nods, leaning back down to place his lips on your throbbing clit. He sucks and licks, showing no mercy.

Within seconds, your abdomen tightens and you wail in ecstasy. 

“Cal!!! Oh, gods, Cal!!!” You scream, tumbling over the edge. Your body spasms as you cum, Cal holding you down with one hand.

After a few more pumps of the vibrator and a couple extra sucks, Cal pulls away from your abused cunt.

He licks his lips, grinning widely at you.

“So good. Tastes just like heaven.” He whispers. He turns off the vibrator, tossing it to the side. Cal backs up, pulling off his shirt. He stares back at you as he undoes his belt, dropping it to the floor. He places his lightsaber next to yours on the side table. You pant softly, trying to regain your breath from your planet-shattering orgasm.

Cal unzips his jeans, yanking them off. His cock strains against his boxers, a little wet spot evident from his pre-cum.

Your eyes travel up and down his muscular form, taking in all the freckles and scars.

“Ready for me, Princess?” He whispers, fingers teasing the waistband of his underwear.

You nod eagerly, wanting him inside of you. 

“Use your words.” Cal says sternly, pulling off his boxers.

“I’m ready for you, Cal.” You say, breathless. 

“Good.” He mutters lowly. His cock stands tall, pre-cum glistening on the tip. He winks down at you as you stare. He slowly crawls on top of you, pressing hot kisses to your neck. You gasp, hands holding tightly onto his freckled shoulders.

He spreads your legs, settling between them. Cal’s mouth finds yours as he aligns himself to your soaked entrance. He teases you with the head of his dick and you whine in annoyance. Cal chuckles before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Okay, okay, my impatient little one.” He purrs. He carefully thrusts forward, sinking into your warm heat.

You let out a sweet moan as he bottoms out inside of you. He grunts, starting at a slow pace.

“So tight, so perfect.” He pants, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. You let him take control, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“My Princess, I’ve wanted you for so long. This is like a dream.” He chuckles, nibbling at your neck, wanting to leave his mark behind. “Love you.” He mumbles into your skin. You shiver, your body flushing.

“I love you too!” You say, clawing at his back. Cal growls, picking up the pace. It’s brutal, he pounds into you, claiming you roughly.

“Ah!! Oh fuck!” You cry out. “Love you, I love you!”

Cal shudders against you, pressing his fingers painfully into your hips.

“Force, you look so cute under me.” He mutters, squeezing your wrists. “I’m close, sweetheart.”

You nod, feeling that delicious tension building. “M-Me too.”

Cal lets out a deep groan, snapping his hips into you. His cock brushes up against your sweet spot, and you lose it.

You come, hard. You sob out Cal’s name as you spazz underneath him. Cal lets out a whiny moan and comes as well, spilling deep inside of you.

He hovers over you for a moment, panting, looking down at you fondly.

“I love you.” He whispers, kissing your forehead. Letting your body relax, he softens up inside of you before pulling out, causing you to whimper. Cal shushes you, kissing your lips. His hand reaches down in between your legs, smirking when he feels his release seeping out your poor hole. He gently pushes it back in, winking.

“Alright, Princess, let’s go and get you cleaning up.” Cal smiles warmly as he collects you in his strong arms. You rest your head against his shoulder as he carries you to the bathroom.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Always have.”

[estelle-skully]

Ramshackle tickle headcanons

Ohh god

oh goodness

its time

gadies and lentlemen, I now present to you, my ramshackle t-word headcanons (but just for the main three bc idk enough about any other characters yet)

First off: Vinnie!

she’s like 90% ler, doesn’t despise being tickled but she sure as hell will get revenge no matter what; she adores wrecking people because she thinks seeing people being tickled to pieces and laughing their asses off is some of the funniest shit ever

Girly pop is the kinda person to hear someone snort while laughing and point it out- same for people who blush a lot

she loves pissing people off and getting em hella flustered, again because she finds it funny

on occasion she gets really intense ler moods and will target whoever is closest to her

sometimes when she sees Stone being extra angsty she will wreck him

Skipp often goes to her when he is in a lee mood and she always teases him about it (“You know, for someone who lives on the streets, it’s pretty funny that you actually enjoy something as childish as tickling! How adorable!”)

Vinnie isnt really the kind of individual to deny being ticklish, but if someone asks then she’ll instantly reply “are you?” Without giving a clear answer; you pretty much have to figure it out yourself

she gets pretty violent when shes being tickled- theres a very high chance that you’ll get kicked or maybe even bitten 😭 she doesn’t actually intend on hurting anyone, its all instinct

speaking of violence, she also swears a lot and will throw every threat in the book your way

all in good fun tho <3

teehee next is Skipp

This little shit is a lee leaning switch- 60% lee, 40% ler

Even though he loves when he’s the lee, he also really enjoys pretending to be a tickle monster or some shit because it embarrasses his friends

mostly he goes after Stone because the tickle monster thing mostly works on him (also partially because one can’t really tickle Vinny for more than like ten seconds before she pulls a fucking uno reverse card 😭)

Skipp is the only person who can tell when Stone is in a lee mood (more on that later 🤭)

He isn’t embarrassed in the slightest about being ticklish but he is usually shy when he’s in a lee mood, hates straight up asking to be tickled so he usually drops little hints, which his friends quickly catch on to

he isn’t very mean as a ler, usually he’s more playful than relentless and occasionally will make little comments but doesn’t tease often

but as a lee

cutest little fuck EVER

he doesn’t try very hard to stop the tickles so he’ll either just kick his legs or do a lil happy stim of some kind

his laughter is all giggles and it’s just the sweetest ever

sometimes when he gets extra flustered he’ll cover his face with his hands

and he loves tickle hugs or cuddly tickles; prefers that over being obliterated, which is why sometimes Vinnie goes easier on him

Oki lastly, Stone!!! (My pookie!)

for him I dont actually know, he’s giving big switch vibes so i think i wanna say hes like 50-50

like I mentioned earlier, Stone is sometimes tormented by lee moods, which he is immensely embarrassed by. Skipp almost has a super power to sense lee moods in people though, so even though Stone is good at hiding it, the lee mood inevitably is relieved by Skipp, and sometimes Vinnie, which he’d constantly deny but he really appreciates it

lil bro secretly doesn’t mind being tickled because he’s pretty touch starved, and in general he doesn’t really get to laugh/smile often because he usually isnt in the mood.

again, he would rather drink gallons of rat poison than admit that, though

he tried his best to hide his ticklishness from his friends the first few months they knew each other, keeping the secret like his life depended on it

of course, they found out eventually, though

(do yall want me to write a fic with the “trio finding out stone is ticklish” scenario because id love to)

most of the time his laughter is very loud, and like Vinnie, he swears at his ler, too

but a certain thing one might notice while tickling him is that he doesn’t really do much to fight back at all

that’s probably the biggest giveaway that he actually enjoys the tickles

buuuut also, if one were to get him in one of his less ticklish spots (like his belly and sides or something) he giggles and its SOOOOO CUTE

if you want to get him flustered, then comment on his giggling- he cant stand it

He also goes crazy over compliments and cute nicknames (call him pretty boy and he will die)

and also his face will go bright red (which im pretty sure is canon when he’s embarrassed, by the way- remember that scene in the thesis film, where the three fell through the clothesline and Stone was in the maid dress and Vinnie smirked at him? His face went BRIGHT red and he looked so pissed 😭)

when he’s in a ler mood, though…

bro is fucking terrifying

somehow he’s able to guess someone’s worst spots almost instantly and uses that against them

On occasion he will start something with Vinnie just to get tickled by her but its actually shocking how he can successfully get her pinned down, so their tickle fights are actually pretty equal

Any time Skipp shyly approaches him and does whatever it is he does to hint at his lee moods, Stone can’t help but be a bit envious that the guy can even give hints- he’s to embarrassed to give any indication whatsoever

but yeah sometimes he’ll tease Skipp a bit, but he wouldn’t dare tease Vinnie because she knows EXACTLY what makes him flustered and is not afraid to use it against him

he can say the dreaded t-word most of the time, but not when he’s in a lee mood. Cant stand hearing it either

andddd thats all i got!!! Man i love these three pests (compliment) so much they have my whole heart

[bleghbleghladydeath]

Jay and Alex

I enjoy Jaylex teehee TW: F slur, censored but still, internalized homophobia, self-hate, squishy perfect adorable Jay, mentions of wanting gay people to die. This is when they first became friends.

Fifteen-year-old Jay sat silently, all alone, eating, as fifteen-year-old Alex glared over at him from across the lunchroom, also alone. This stupid, random dude was ruining his life. Every single damn time he looks at him he just wants to grab him and... just kiss him, or punch him, either one. Alex growled, messing with his food, he wants to fucking kill himself, anything, to get away from those big sad eyes. He can't even be around people without snapping, he feels so angry and confused. He stood up, abandoning his full plate of food. He stormed out the cafeteria, tears in his eyes. Jay noticed Alex storm out. He tilted his head, curious. He stood up and followed after Alex. Eventually Alex rushed into the boy's bathroom. Jay quietly followed in after him to see his slamming his palms into the walls and kicking the stalls, tears streaming down his face. Jay frowned and rushed over when Alex went to punch the brick wall. "Are you okay?" Jay asked, pulling Alex's hand away.

Alex looked at Jay and froze, eyes wide. He jerked away and growled. "F---ot!" Alex yelled angrily, storming out the bathroom.

Jay stood there, confused.

After that they just kept 'bumping into each other'. Really, Jay just wanted to make sure Alex was okay, but this just made things worse. After about a week of this Alex jumped on Jay. Jay yelped but cried out when Alex's fist connected with his face. Alex didn't get off, he just kept hitting. Soon kids surrounded them, chanting 'Beat the f-g'. Alex just kept punching. Eventually he realized Jay wasn't fighting back. He let up, glaring down at Jay. He was just lying there. Jay was just waiting for it to be over so he can go to the nurse, get rejected for an ice pack and go to class. Alex listened as everyone laughed around him and jeered at Jay. Alex growled, raising his fist, going back to punching Jay. Jay curled up, protecting himself as Alex kept hitting. Finally, Alex got tired, and he stepped back, blood trailing down his fist. Jay got up, shaking violently. He stumbled off, nose bleeding. Alex stood there, confused but he feels so much better. Alex smiled widely, laughing. People shoved Jay around as he walked off, checking his injuries. Alex stood there still, confusion was now setting in. Why did he hit him? Well, maybe it's because he's gay, they do deserve to die. But something about that thought didn't feel right.

'But it is right'

Again, the logical part of his brain. Alex swallowed, staring. But does that mean he deserves to die. He growled, he isn't gay, he never will be gay. Alex growled, face burning.

'You'll never be gay'

Alex stood there, slurs running in the background of his reaccurance. 'You'll never be gay'

He waited till everyone wasn't staring before going after Jay.

'You'll never be gay'

He found him in the boy's bathroom, washing his face off with water and soap, he then pulled band-aids out his bag and started to try and get the paper off one with shaky hands.

'You are not gay!'

Alex swallowed and walked over. He carefully took the band-aid, taking the paper off before setting it on the cut carefully. Jay stared, confused. Alex looked at him.

'You're such a fucking freak, what if someone finds out, God hates you, you're going to hell, I hate myself, why can't I be normal, why am I like this freak, does that mean I'm a pedophile?' "Don't you get gay with me, f-g, you're just fucking pitiful, I should have killed you." Alex growled, shoving Jay a little.

Jay smiled; he understands now. He let Alex bandage him up silently before Alex kicked him in the leg and stormed out. Jay stared before sighing, he completely understands now, it's okay, Jay will be there for him.

[drc00l4tt4]

wave wave wave

hellooo its me again uhmmm

saw ur reqs were open and i have a couple

Melvinborg:

Melvin and reader like exploring parenthood with their new baby(i thought the idea was cute)

NSFW - Reader giving Melvinborg a blowie in his office teehee

Webslinger:

I thought reader maybe helping him tend to wounds from a recent fight? If you haven't done that already

I don't know if this was too much srry if this was too much,,,

Already did the borg parent one (and I'll do the blowie one l8r) so here's the Webslinger one!

Fuckin love this req <33

Obv not proofread, just wrote this as it came to mind :]

"Ow!"

Web-Slinger winced as you tightened the bandaging around his arm. "Sorry," You said softly, gently patting his arm before tying off the bandage. "S'fine," He sighed out, "It's my fault y'gotta tend t'me in th'first place."

"You were helping catch an anomaly, I wouldn't exactly say that it was your fault you got hurt." You lightly argued as you started to clean another wound that was on his leg, just under his knee. "Let's agree t'disagree." He shrugged slightly. He then winced as you applied medicine to the wound. "You got hurt because you were attacked from behind, that's not your fault." You continued to argue as you grabbed more bandaging. "S'my fault f'not bein' careful." He argued back. "Yes because you have eyes in the back of your head." You said sarcastically, earning a light chuckle from him.

"No, but most'a everyone 'ere has um.. Spider-sense. All I got is my rider-sense, n' that jus' connects me t'Widow. Doesn' really help me with dodgin' or-" Web-Slinger paused to inhale sharply as you tightened the bandaging around his leg; he then continued, "Or, uh, sensin' whats comin' towards me unless it's Widow. Feels like I should have that but I don't."

You gave him a puzzled look. ".. You know Miguel doesn't have spider sense either, right?" You asked. "Yet he ain't the one gettin' patched up right now." Web-Slinger shrugged. "I dunno. I don' want you thinkin' I can't protect ya or that I'm gonna come back n'.. not be okay." He admitted.

You looked at him with a soft gaze. ".. You know I can protect myself right? We both have the ability to do that, spider-sense or not." You said in a soft tone. He almost looked like a kicked puppy (just judging from the way his eyes on his mask moved.) "Yeah," He muttered out, "But," He clapped his hands against his thighs, "I promised t'protect what I could. N' that includes you."

"I'm not a civilian though, Patrick." You continued to speak softly, and you could see his gaze soften from kicked-puppy to calm. "I understand that, m'just.." He trailed off. "Worried because of my line of work? Since you know how dangerous it is?" You finished for him. You could see the fond smile in his eyes as he let out a quick, "Yeah." He then continued, "Especially when I can't handle these other villains. Makes me think y're handlin' somethin' I can't n' that just.."

"Hey," You lifted your mask and his bandana enough to show your mouths, and you laid a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'm not going to be your canon event, Patrick. I'm not from your dimension, I'm safe." You said, and you saw how he melted from the kiss and felt him wrap his arms around you. "Also my villains aren't too difficult, I kick their ass each time and you are stronger than me so I'm not worried." You added, making him chuckle. "If y'say so." He muttered before kissing you gently.

When he pulled back, his lips still grazed yours as he spoke, "Speakin' of our dimensions," he whispered, "Y'feel like lettin' me come over f'some alone time, darlin'? Promise I won't strain nothin'. 'Less y'want me to."

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