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&&. unfortunately you aren't as slick as you thought you were.
pairing: lee jeno x gn!reader
genre: fluffity fluff fluff fluff
warnings: sexual jokes, thats it š
word count: 1.2k
notes: jj spread the jeno bias disease i literally cant believe this šš hes soā¦ā¦ā¦.im abt to draft another long jeno fic + an smau + another stupid drabble and all of that fun stuff!! dont get it twisted jisung is still my ult though š no ones ever replacing him, anyway this came from a prompt someone sent me, smth about "kissing someone on a ferris wheel" which i just LOVEEEED hello??? okay ik none of you care abt my words, love jeno, love nct dream, pray i get park jisung pcs š good night now <33
you are going to murder na jaemin.
the moment you get off this ferris wheel your throwing up your guts all over his shirt, or punching him in his face, or strangling him to death, whatever. the moment you step off this ride you're making sure he doesn't open his eyes to see the rest of his fellow human beings ever again.
maybe if you were less awkward you'd actually be thanking him, but you take one side glance at the boy beside you and want to smash your head against the glass.
jeno doesn't notice your side glance (and thank goodness he doesn't because you probably would've died if he took so much as a glance at you), he's much too busy glancing at the view from the height your at. you assume that jeno likes ferris wheels, he probably likes them more than you do.
"are you alright?"
you mentally prepare yourself for the voice crack you know might escape your lips. just talk to him like a normal human being, y/n, yeah you're into him and shit but that doesn't mean you can be a weirdo.
"yeah" you finally respond, thank goodness the voice cracks don't come out. "just feeling a little nauseous".
jeno raises an eyebrow. "scared of heights?"
you only manage a curt nod, a nod that makes jeno scoot closer to you, his lips stretching into a smile. "it's alright, i'll protect you".
fuck you lee jeno, fuck you, fuck you, fuck yoā
your somehow able to chuckle, amused by his words. "it's not like i'm dying or anything".
jeno frowns. "so you don't want my protection?"
you pretend to think about it, pressing your lips together as your eyebrows furrow, avoiding eye contact with jeno at all costs. if you look at him, your going to fall and never get up. "i wouldn't be entirely against it".
jeno's shoulder nudges yours, nothing but a small touch that drives you crazy. you wonder if the mini breakdown your having is noticeable, if maybe, he's doing it on purpose, making your heart race to get a kick out of it.
but when you think about it further, it makes you giggle, because this is lee jeno, you could get down on one knee and propose to him yet he'd still be confused by how you feel for him.
if lee jeno knew how you felt for him really, you probably wouldn't have resisted the urge to make out with him on this fucking ride or already.
that was a strange thought, a stupid one even, but it's one manifested from your deepest desires.
when you think about it, though, you wouldn't exactly mind it.
"that's good" jeno snickers at you, eyes examining your face as if it's an interesting exhibit at an art museum. "you need me".
you feign a sigh of irritation. "of course, what would i do without you?"
"you'd die, clearly" jeno replies, tilting his head and reaching over to lace your fingers with his. the cold rings on his fingers feel like glass shards against your fingers, but his soft hands contrast his stabbing rings. "isn't this sort of romantic?"
you choke on your spit.
"romantic? romaā hah! what are you talking about? what is romantic about this?"
soooo natural, y/n.
jeno simply shrugs, suddenly very interested in the view of the carnival from the ferris wheel. "were on a ferris wheel together, stars before us, just the two of us, this would be like.. the perfect date".
you blink, the words making you pause and your head spin. is he serious? is he really serious?
"is this your way of asking me out?"
you manage to ask that without sounding like a pathetic idiot who wanted to hear those exact words, and your response gets the same reaction out of jeno, flushed cheeks with an awkward chuckle accompanying the sight. you would've thought you were a genius if you weren't as flustered as he was.
jeno is speechless, and he fumbles through his speech like someone's holding him at gunpoint or something. "iā no! no! ..maybe? kinda?"
you pause, all your former confidence suddenly withering away, the blood rushing to your cheeks in full force. you laugh, taking his words as a joke, but jeno keeps silent, and so do you.
"are you serious?"
jeno can't speak, so he just nods wordlessly.
you blink, glancing from side to side, this ferris wheel won't be on the ground soon, but at least this makes it a little more bearable. "did you just confess your feelings for me like that?"
"well to be fairā"
"i was supposed to do it first!" you yell in another fit of feigned irritation, your cheeks a color reminiscent of jeno's cherry red shirt. "that's not fair! you beat me to it!"
"well how was i supposed to know you liked me back?"
you scoff, and jeno goes silent again, embarrassed by the question he just asked.
"you're such an idiot lee jeno.."
"can i kiss you?"
the question is a blurt of pure desperation, pure honesty from the deepest corners of jeno's mind, an inquiry he's been dying to ask you ever since he found himself interested in staring at your lips.
you hope you don't faint from the scorching heat radiating off your face.
"it's romantic" he laughs, his best excuse for that random inquiry. "i've always wanted to kiss someone in a ferris wheel, unless you don't want to thenā"
you (in the most cliche turn of events) cut jeno off with a kiss. though you'd love to keep your fingers intertwined, you let go of his hand to find purchase on his shoulder, then tug him closer to you with a light jerk. a small squeak emits from him, but he quickly relaxes into the kiss, giggling at your enthusiasm.
though he giggles, he isn't much better off. it's nothing but a small press of the lips, it's not intense or anything, but jeno feels his heart soar. hie face heats to overwhelming heights, and he loops his arm around your waist, pressing you against him, as if the idea of not feeling every part of you would be maddening.
you both are just as desperate as each other, there's no push, just pull. it's a playful competition, your waiting for the other to pull away, stop the kiss because they need breath, it's stubborn in an idiotic way.
but jeno loses your little battle, because he pulls away for air, as red as the sunset in the early morning.
and though you laugh at the sight, you aren't much better off yourself (if the heat continuing to permeate from your face is enough).
"was that romantic enough for you?"
even with how breathless he is, jeno still manages a stupid question.
he squeals when you land a slap on his shoulder.
and while you thought you two were slick about it, considering you were like five feet in the air with nobody to see you, your equally red faces and intertwined hands were enough to get feigned vomits from your friends.
jaemin snickers as he looks between you two, and you glare as you see him open his mouth.
"so what happened up there?"
"clearly they got it on".
upon hearing the words, you let go of jeno's hand to yell and chase after lee donghyuck, who squeals and sprints away, shouting for renjun to help him.
jaemin just sends jeno a knowing look, a look that the older pretends he isn't bothered by.
for once, one of his ploys finally worked.
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hi it's the anon who requested the fem sephy story! preferable fluffy fem sephy but if u can make it work with yandere fem sephy, that's fine! i love her either way!! š„ŗš„ŗ
No problem, anon! I love her either way too! I got massive cuteness overload from writing this prompt. It's incredibly cute when darling and she do each other's makeup. š
pairing: Fluffy Fem Sephiroth/Fem!Darling
"Y-you're going to look amazing when we're finished, darling," Sephiroth said, trying to maintain her usual confident voice. But with you, especially during an intimate activity like this, she ends up melting into a puddle. But you don't mind; you actually find it rather adorable.
"I know I will, Sephi. You will look amazing too!" you said.
You were so happy and proud to see her breaking down her walls. Although you haven't looked in the mirror yet, you had a feeling that she's doing a great job, with this as her first attempt at doing someone's makeup.
You and Sephi, being already beautiful women, didn't feel the need to have your makeup done. But you still suggested the idea of doing each other's makeup as a way to strengthen your bond.
While Sephi may seem disinterested in the activities you suggested, she always treasured spending time with you. It was easier for her to agree to activities with a stoic expression. But when it came to actually doing them, just with you? The baby girl comes out big time.
It's not that Sephi had never had her makeup done before either. As a girl, she would often have makeup artists apply light makeup to her. But when she reached first class, she completely stopped allowing strangers to touch her in any way. She always disliked the idea of someone else changing her looks for her.
During the make-up session, both of you were applying each other's blush, but Sephi was blushing so much that you amusingly wondered if it was necessary.
Although you're both sitting, she bent down to your level to ensure your job is as easy as possible, given her height.
Despite her shyness, she carefully scanned your face with her beautiful slit eyes, ensuring the perfect application of blush to your cheeks. It's clear that she deeply cared about her work.
You had complete faith in her. Even if it looks off to others, it will always be beautiful and amazing in your eyes because it was done by your precious Sephi.
After that, the two of you took turns applying highlighter to each other. As you continued, you noticed the slight mistakes you had made so far, causing you to worry. You wanted Sephi to look her best, too.
Finally, when it was time to apply lipstick, Sephi gently lifted your chin, just as you had done for her. It seemed like you both chose a medium red color to complete this session.
"Okay, we'll look in the mirror together!" you said. You and Sephi closed your eyes as you counted down from three.
When you opened your eyes, you became ecstatic. She did a fine job on your face! There was a bit much of the eyeliner, but you still looked great.
Sephi didn't say much about your work on her, but the way her slit eyes dilated and that quick smile said it all.
"I really like this... Thank you, darling." She said.
You gave her a peck on the lips and took her hand, tracing circles on it.
"Let's do this more often~!"
Sephi let out a small chuckle as her gaze went to the ground briefly. It looks like another hobby was added to her list.
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If youāre still taking writing prompts, may I request Halsin comforting the reader who gets bad anxiety about going to sleep?
ahhh this is so sweet and definitely something I think about constantly, imagine curling up in Halsinās lap and him holding you and comforting you im going to scream!!!!!!!!
ty for this prompt, I needed it š
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rating: sfw (very soft and fluffy and sweet)
Sleep has never come very easily to you. And the few times it did, it was restless - filled from start to finish with nightmares that always inevitably woke you up in the middle of the night, clutching onto your bedroll, chest heaving and eyes streaked with tears.
Youād been able to hide it from the others for the most part, but Halsin noticed a few nights ago while on night watch, when you lurched out of your bedroll, silently sobbing. He watched you as you tried to calm yourself, burying your head in your hands and curling your knees to your chest. He wanted so badly to comfort you then, but he didnāt wish to make you uncomfortable in his efforts. So he silently watched you until you finally settled back into your bedroll, and your eyes closed once again for the night.
The next night, you noticed heād been lingering close to you all evening, periodically asking you if you needed any help with anything, even offering you a cup of the tea that heād brewed, bringing it to you with a warm smile that made your heart skip a beat.
He towers over you as you sit on a log next to the campfire, watching the flames lick at the night air and the smoke swirl and try to find shapes in it. You almost gawk at his size and stature, despite having already spent a considerable amount of time with him - youād think youād be used to it by now.
You smiled and took the cup gratefully, your fingers brushing against his as you took it from him.
āThank you.ā
His smile softens, and he brings a hand up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear.
āNo need. It should help you sleep, we must take all the rest we can before morning.ā He says, resting his hand on your cheek - his warm palms feel like a beam of sunlight.
Your face falls.
āY-yeah. Right.ā You reply, your voice meek and small as your eyes fall to the cup in your hands, staring at your reflection in the tea.
Halsin notices your demeanor shift, his brows softening as he kneels in front of you.
He holds your chin between his thumb and his index finger, guiding your face up so your eyes meet.
āWhat is troubling you? Is there anything I can do to help you?ā He asks, his expression outwardly calm but his light eyes flicker with concern.
Your body tenses, and you feel your eyes start to sting with tears that you canāt shed. You shake your head, and force another weak smile.
āIām okay, really. Nothing dire or important. Thank you.ā
You feel a tightness in your chest - you wanted so badly to talk to someone about this, you knew that you likely needed to, but for some reason the words just wouldnāt come out, the taste of them bitter on your tongue. It wasnāt out of fear of Halsin judging you, as you knew he was the last person in the realm that would judge you for such a thing or probably most things. He had a true heart of gold.
Part of you just wanted to preserve the image of you that he had in his mind - strong and fearless and unbreakable. It was unbecoming of a leader to be wrecked over something as simple as nightmares.
āIt is important to me, if it is important enough for you to lose sleep over. But, if you are not ready to talk about it, I shall be here when you are ready.ā He says simply, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes and savor his touch, still feeling his lips burning on your skin even after he pulls away.
He turns to walk away, and you grab his arm to stop him.
āHalsin?ā
He turns, his scarred face glowing in the orange light of the fire, his eyes reflecting the flames. āYes, my heart?ā
āIām so happy you joined us. Thank you.ā
His eyes soften more than youāve ever seen, almost resembling those of a puppy whose just been adopted.
āAs am I.ā
You give his arm a gentle squeeze before letting go, and watch him lumber back to his own tent, sitting just outside of it and fixing his gaze back on you. He watched you as if he were ready to leap in front of an arrow for you, as if he were ready to fight to the death for you. Your cheeks heat under his stare, and you look back down at your tea.
Just drink it. You need to sleep. He made it for you, just drink it.
You take a big sip, the warm liquid heating you as it goes down your throat and it tastes of chamomile and honey. You smile, as you remember Halsin telling you of his sweet tooth, and how you teased him about being a bear that loves honey.
The tea helps you ease your nerves just enough to finally let yourself feel tired enough to seek your bedroll and lay down, slowly drifting off to sleep.
You only sleep for a few hours, every second of it plagued by your usual nightmares - flashes of bloody battles and mind flayers and everyone you care for either hurt or dying. Just as an arrow hits you in your dream, you wake with a start, lurching out of your bedroll, gasping and clawing at your blanket.
Your eyes burn with previously unshed tears, now falling in a full torrential downpour. You bring your knees to your chest and just sob, unable to control or care about your volume as every sob racks through your body like a tidal wave.
You donāt notice Halsin approaching you before you feel his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his lap, cradling you and shushing you until your breathing calms.
āS-sorryā¦ā you sob into his chest, gripping the fabric of his nightclothes for dear life.
He shakes his head, then rests his chin on the top of your head.
āDo not apologize. You are not made of steel. You are made of flesh and blood, and a beating heart. You are made to feel.ā
You sigh, your shoulders still shaking and your hands and voice trembling as you speak. āIām just so exhaustedā¦ and I canāt even find respite in sleeping.ā
He tightens his arms around you, tilting his head so that his cheek presses to your scalp. āWould it help to have someone to keep you company? I can stay here beside you, if you desire.ā
You nod, your breathing finally slows and your body starts to settle. āPlease.ā
He scoots aside into your bedroll with you as you cling to him, refusing to let him go and let go of the bliss that is being enveloped in his embrace. He grabs your blanket, pulling it so that it covers you, tucking it in between the two of you so itāll stay.
āAre you comfortable?ā He asks, his large hands gently rubbing your arm and leg.
You nod, and snuggle into his chest.
āCould you talk to me? Likeā¦ tell me a story, or something,ā
You donāt see it but you can feel the smile radiating off of him as he lets out a contented breath, then places a kiss to the top of your head.
āOf course.ā
He begins to tell you of his time with Thaniel all those centuries ago, of their adventures in the forest and describing the serenity of being wrapped in natureās embrace. He tells you of the times he was in wild shape and got mistaken by other bears as a true bear, and how he acquired the large scar on his face. You listen to the steady beat of his heart and the gentle rumbling in his chest as he speaks and itās infinitely more effective than even a lullaby is to lull a baby to sleep.
Your eyes slowly close and you drift back to sleep, this time, rather than horrific nightmares, you dream of a calm and peaceful clearing, the wet grass tickling your bare feet as you walk - and you see him, waiting near the water, hand outstretched and beckoning you. You smile in your sleep.
He looks down at you, watching you as you slumber, his heart pounding as he runs his thumb along your cheek. He would cherish this moment of seeing you in pure bliss, and cherish the thought of him having given it to you. Heād give you the moon and the stars if he could, he thinks.
god I am unwell I love him so much halsin snuggles would fix me I think
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Could you write a drabble for Mikoto and Shidou plus Blood? This request miiight be inspired by the fact that Mikoto mentions his body hurting a lot but doesn't seem to be receiving any medical treatment, either because Mahiru and Fuuta take priority or because there's no obvious cause, and therefore cure, to his pain...
ššš Thank you, this is such a good combo ough!! It's so interesting how much focus the others get when it comes to physical health, since Mikoto has clearly complained of his condition :( It looks like Milgram is trying to push the idea that he's completely oblivious to his alters, but I spun it where he's aware, just deep in denial. So have some Mikoto angst to get us hyped for Double!
Mikoto should be grateful. He was lucky. Thatās what he kept repeating to himself. He had both of his eyes intact. Both his arms. He was strong enough to walk around freely. He wasnāt on the verge of death, or collapse. Thus, he should be grateful no one was offering him any help, because it meant he didnāt need it. He repeated it again. Maybe this time he would believe it.
With a groan, his body rolled out of bed. He couldnāt remember the last time heād woken up actually feeling rested. Everything ached. His muscles tightened with soreness. His throat felt as raw as his knuckles, though he hadnāt been using either. He had no desire to lift his arms over his head, or twist around too much, so he didnāt change out of yesterdayās uniform. Maybe the belts and buckles had made it difficult to sleep. The theory wasnāt a convincing one, but dwelling on things like that had never gotten him anywhere.
He ran his fingers once through his hair, combing out a bit of the mess. Looking in a mirror was the last thing he needed. He made his way to the dining hall.Ā
The others trickled in for breakfast. His appetite, at least, hadnāt suffered. He hardly noticed the others giving him wide-eyed stares. What were they expecting? Of course he was looking worse for wear, given the circumstances. He ignored them, glad to focus on the hot meal before him.
A hand weighed heavy on his shoulder.
āMikoto,ā Shidouās voice may have remained calm, but it was urgent. āDo you need some help?ā
āHuh?ā He shrugged his hand away, offering a weak smile. āIām fine! Oh, I think Kazui was saving a seat for you over there, if you --ā
ā-- How about we go to my cell for a moment? Or yours, if that would be more comfortable.ā
What was everyoneās problem this morning? Mikoto did his best to keep his voice pleasant. āReally, man, Iām good.āĀ
Shidouās expression remained unmoving. Very carefully, he informed him, āyouāre bleeding. Pretty badly by the look of it. Youāre coming with me.āĀ
Mikoto blinked. He looked over his shoulder, following Shidouās gaze. The back of his uniform was torn across the center. A significant splotch of blood seeped into the material, growing even larger as he shifted to see it.Ā
ā...Ohā¦āĀ
Back in Shidouās cell, sad to have left his breakfast plate behind, he slumped into a chair. Shidou gathered together some supplies. As always, he got right to the point. āWhat happened?ā
āIā¦ Iām not sure. I donāt remember anything from last night. I donāt remember most nights, recently. I know that sounds crazy, butā¦ā
āItās fine. I have definitely heard crazier.ā He smiled, something gentle and reassuring. As usual, there was something hidden behind his eyes. It was as if he already knew what Mikoto was up to late at night that earned him so much soreness the following days. He didnāt offer an explanation, though. Mikoto didnāt press him for one.
He winced as he was helped out of his uniform. Removing his shirt revealed the mysterious gash. Shidouās eyes widened at the array of scratches and scars. Some were fresh, but most originated long before Milgram. Though he didnāt ask, Mikoto answered.
āIām pretty clumsy, huh?ā Maybe this time he would believe it.Ā
Shidou was kind enough to pretend to. āHere, allow meā¦ā
Shidou got to work cleaning and dressing the injuries. Mikoto closed his eyes. Even though the disinfectant stung, and sometimes those gloved fingers pressed a little two hard, it felt nice to have things patched up.Ā
āIs there anything else going on? Are you feeling pain anywhere else?ā
Mikoto could have laughed. He didnāt. āIām just sore. And my headās been killing me, but Iām used to migraines. Perks of the verdict, Iām sure.ā
Shidou hummed in thought.Ā
āThanks, by the way. Iāll try to be more careful.ā Not that he had much choice in the matter, it seemed. But heād do his best.Ā
Shidou kept his face straight, but there were traces of pain in his voice. āI will too. Iām sorry, Mikoto. If I had knownā¦ Iāve been distracted lately, but I should have paid closer attention.ā
āItās fine,ā he flashed a grin. āI know the others are pretty fucked up. And Iām not dying or anything. Iām lucky, you know?ā
āI wouldnāt say so. Doctors donāt only treat the dying.ā
Mikoto frowned.Ā
It didnāt take much longer to finish treatment. Shidou gave him a few instructions about the bandages, then offered him a clean shirt. āYouāre good to go. Iāll be checking in more often, now. Iāll see if I can find something for your head.āĀ
āThanks. Really.ā
He returned Mikotoās torn uniform. āYou should talk to Es about getting a new one. Until then, youāll want to clean this with --ā
Mikoto waved a dismissive hand, heading out of the cell. āDonāt worry, I know how to wash blood out of my clothes. Er, that sounds bad. Iām just a clutz, yeah? The bloodās always been my own.ā
Maybe this time he would believe it.
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another instagram prompt with madison beer as face claim but relationship focused please!! š„ŗ
WELL HELLO THIS IS MY FIRST F1 BLURB š„¹ iām kinda nervous idk why but i hope you like it! i left this open for a part two so lmk if thatās something youād like to see
btw this is obviously inspired by taylor and joe breakup and taylor and travis lol, also harry ilysm sorry for making you the villain here, anyways, ENJOY!
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON | PART TWO HERE
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yourinstagram 7th night of the spinnin tour done ! houston thank you so much for your love and your loud singing, iām making the best memories of my life on this tour thanks to you š¤
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ynfan1 TOUR OF THE CENTURY
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ā³ ynfan2 BEST OPENING ACT EVER
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ā³ charlesfan1 CHARLES ???
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people Itās over š#YN and #HarryStyles are calling it quits after six years of dating. Tap the link in our bio for the full story.
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harryfan3 man im so confused right now, how did this happen
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profesionalfangirlie UM HELLO I JUST MET CHARLES LECLERC AT YNāS SHOW !!???? istg i just wanted a refill for my lavender haze margarita and he was there in line too WTF ?? #thespinnintour
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ā³ ynfan2 i bet it was a timing thing and not her actively not wanting to meet him š„¹
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List of āstuff that happened between us which will forever live in my mind rent freeā prompts
āIām happy that youāre happy.ā (DEWLKLDEWDSWL,SDL, FUCKKK)
Character A repeatedly kissing Character Bās lips, both giggling softly when they pull away from each other. (YUMIāS CELLS SEASON 2 IāM THANKING YOU FOR THIS KSKSKS)Ā
āYouāll always be beautiful in my eyes no matter what,ā Character B murmurs after Character A tells them how insecure they are over their body. (Him reassuring me when I was spilling my guts to him and everything was everything I didnāt know I needed until now ajskks š And him saying he doesn't judge lksefnklewn)
āIām scared youāll leave me once you see everything,ā Character A murmurs, face buried in Character Bās chest. āWhy would you think that?ā Character B questions, a frown heard in the tone of their voice without Character A needing to look up at them; as if they think itās ludicrous that Character A would even think theyād leave them for something like that.Ā (NaHH THE WAY HE SOUNDED DISAPPOINTED WHEN I SAID THAT, for even thinking that heād leave me for that, and then trying to comfort me after, I feel so bad for doubting him omg ššš)
āTouch yourself for me, yeah?ā Character B murmurs into Character Aās ear; watches as a flustered looking Character A slowly does as theyāre told. (HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS HELLOOOOOOOOO- ITāS THE FACT THAT HE ADDED THE āFOR MEā PART THAT MADE ME BECOME SO FUCKING FLUSTERED even though I did suggest it when we met last week and he was like āonly if you want toā sAURR LIKEā¦ was this invitation on his mind for a whole week LMFAOO. AND WHEN HE KEPT TELLING ME āgood girlā or āthatās my baby girlā WHILE I WAS- JWKCKAS AHHHHH)
āYouāre doing such a good job. Thatās my baby girl/boy.āĀ
Character B slowly undressing Character A, at the request of Character A, because Character A is too shy to undress themselves in front of them. (PLEASE THE WAY HE JUST SLOWLY AJFKAKFK HELPPPPPPPP EVERYTHING ABOUT IT WAS SO TENDER??? LIKE DAMN)
āI donāt like the way my calves look. Theyāre too bulky, you know?ā Character A sighs. āWell, I think itās fine,ā Character B says. āHowās it fine?ā Character A whines. Character B chuckles in an abashed manner, then says, āIt makes them squishier, after all.ā (And then he proceeded to say he doesnāt like how his own calves look just to make me feel better, god I fucking LOVE HIM)
Character A being extremely vulnerable with Character B, and Character B listening attentively and reassuring them as much as they can.
āIām sorry for ruining the mood,ā Character A murmurs, face buried on their chest, and Character B chuckles softly. āItās fine, donāt apologise,ā Character B murmurs, stroking their fingers through their hair. āIām here for you after all. Iām here to listen.ā
āYouāre so pretty, you know?ā Character B mumbles, brushing a strand of hair behind Character Aās ear. (Him saying that while I was being vulnerable melted my heart TT TT AND ALSOOO WHEN HE WAS SAYING THAT WHILE I WAS ON TOP OF HIM HHWHEWHH)Ā
Character B littering kisses on Character Aās bare chest and saying, āYouāre so soft.ā (I just.. need a MOMENT)
Sloppy kisses while dry humping. (I mean I enjoyed them, and what of it??)Ā
āIāve seen everything. And Iāve tasted everything. Literally,ā Character B says with a chuckle as they surface from the sheets and from between Character Aās thighs to snuggle with Character A, and Character A groans, hiding their face behind their hands in utter embarrassment. (Yep. Heās seen literally everything AND had a taste by now and Iām SO FUCKING LWKENFLKWEFNLKENWFWā)
āIām so embarrassed,ā Character A groans as Character B holds them to them. āDonāt be embarrassed,ā Character B says with a chuckle. āThereās nothing to be embarrassed about. Itās just you and me, after all.āĀ
āFuck, I wanna feel you against me,ā Character A murmurs. (I said that, sir, yes I did. And what aBOUT ITā)
Character B kissing Character A on the cheek during one of those self-service photo booth sessions, which catches Character A off-guard. (AND WHEN I UPLOAD THE PIC- jk)Ā
Character B pressing kisses against Character Aās forehead while theyāre fucking. (We werenāt technically fucking, but it was close lmfao)Ā
Character A clenching Characterās Aās head between their thighs as Character B eats them out, fingers going in and out of them sporadically. (The finger AND TONGUE COMBO PLEASEEE)Ā
Character A repeatedly apologising for dumping their feelings and vulnerabilities on Character B every time they see each other and Character B telling them itās fine and that theyāll always be here to listen to them. (Please, I love this man so much)Ā
Character B slapping Character Aās ass while theyāre using their phone, ass high up in the air. āWhat was that for?!ā Character A whines, turning to glare at Character B. āThatās revenge for you doing that to me,ā Character B says with a triumphant grin. (Yes we are at tHAT level of comfort with each other and YES I like slapping his ass. And donāt ask me why I was looking at my phone while in that position, itās difficult to explain-)
Character B calling Character A cute and adorable while theyāre messing around, because apparently Character A will always be adorable to them no matter what they do.Ā
Character B showering Character A with compliments and praises which flusters Character A every single goddamn time, and Character A telling Character B to shut up every time they compliment them because they donāt know how to take compliments.Ā
āGod, Iām so wet/hard.ā āAnd I donāt see a problem with that?ā āUhhh, no, thereās no problem but it is your fault that this is happening.ā (FUCKING TEASE- IOEWFEKLKEWN)Ā
āTell me when you want me to stop, okay?ā Character B murmurs, glancing up at Character A from between their thighs, and something about that sight will forever remain etched in Character Aās mind.Ā
āAs Iāve always said, we have all the time in the world, and I want you to be comfortable.ā (HE IS AN ANGEL, PLSSS)Ā
āIām happy you got out of your comfort zone,ā Character B murmurs, cuddling Character A close to their chest. (ThE SWEETEST BOYFRIEND IāM TELLING YOU)Ā
Character B covering Character A with a blanket, knowing that theyāre still feeling a little self-conscious over having their body exposed like this. (And him draping the blanket over us both as he cuddled close to me welkfnekwn Iām fiNISHED)Ā
Character B taking their time with Character A, going at a pace that Character Aās comfortable with. (He was so attentive the whole time TT TT)
Character B brushing Character Aās hair behind their ears to unhide their face; just so they could take a better look at them. (Itās even more EWLFKNEWFKN when he does it while weāre messing around, because Iām covering my face with my hair on purpose because Iām self-conscious as fuck, while he wants to see my face lmfaooo)Ā
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Okay but cold!Reader being hit on at a bar during a team outing and Spencer over hears her turning the person down only to be called a rude bitch maybe he doesnāt realize he CAN be assertive when he defends her and even sheās like ???? Whereād that come from?
BACKUP [ONESHOT]
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some men are assholes who only care about their own gratification, and some men are spencer reid.
WARNINGS: fem!reader, alcohol, ānice guyā character, misogyny, lots of swearing
spencer reid x cold!reader || fluff?? || 3.1k || series masterlist!!
a/n: genuinely hated the douchebag dude so much i had to take multiple breaks whilst writing this š
main masterlist!!
The bar was bathed in a warm, golden glow courtesy of the overhead lighting, a faint aroma of aged oak mingled with the rich scent of brewing coffee creating an inviting atmosphere. The air hummed with the gentle murmur of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses and laughter.
Behind the polished mahogany bar, shelves adorned with an impressive array of spirits gleamed in the dim light, the bartenders weaving amongst each other with practised ease, expertly crafting cocktails and pouring drinks for the patrons seated along the bar stools. āWhat can I get for ya?ā
āIāll get an espresso martini and a mint mocktail, thanks,ā You lean your elbows against the top of the bar, leaning forward on them as the bartender gives you a nod, obviously satisfied with your taste in drinks.
You couldnāt entirely agree with her. Espresso martinis were great, but you couldnāt quite wrap your head around the fact that out of every flavour he couldāve possibly chosen, Spencer wanted a mint mocktail. You understood the no alcohol part, that fit Spencerās personality to a T, but mint? Really?
You didnāt have much time to question Spencerās taste in drinks as somebody bumps into your side, and you shift over slightly to make room for them at the front of the bar. āOh, sorry didnāt mean to bump you like that,ā
The guy gives you a small smile as an apology, and you wave it off with a small shake of your head. āYouāre fine, donāt worry about it,ā
āOne espresso martini, and one mint mocktail,ā The bartender returns with your two drinks in hand, setting them on the bar in front of you with a smile. āThatāll be 32 dollars, cash or card?ā Curse Washington DC and their ridiculously extortionate drink prices.
āCash-ā You grab your wallet out of your pocket to pull out the notes needed, only to be stopped by the stranger thatād bumped into you pushing your hands gently into your lap.
āLet me cover it for you,ā He holds his hand out towards the bartender, card poised between his index and middle finger.
āNo itās fine-ā Youāre mildly caught off guard by the strangerās immediate willingness to pay for your drinks, shaking your head as you try to move his hand away from the bar. He doesnāt listen.
āTake it as an apology for bumping into you,ā
āReally itās fine-ā He cuts you off with a small āshushā as he gestures for the bartender to take the card, which she does after a few seconds of prompting.
āā¦Thank you,ā Your thanks feels a little forced from your end, not exactly thrilled at his insistence even if it did just save you 32 dollars that could then be spent on more drinks later. You know it was supposed to be a nice gesture, but the way that he ignored your refusal and then continued to shush you afterwards left a sour taste in your mouth.
āAnything for a pretty lady,ā He gives you a small wink as he leans against the bar, turning his attention back towards the bartender before she can leave. āTwo full pint craft beers, make it quick sweetheart,ā
You and the bartender share a glance at his wording, a silent confirmation that you werenāt the only one getting an off feeling from the guy, and she gives him a small nod and an awkward smile before retreating to make his drinks.
You take that as your sign to leave yourself, but you barely get the glasses off the wood of the bar before youāre stopped. āWhy donāt you come back to my table hm? We can get to know each other a little better,ā
You turn your head in his direction with your lips pressed into a line and an awkward inflection in your tone. āNo thanks,ā
āAwe come on, whatās a guy gotta do to get a few minutes alone with someone like you?ā he taps his fingers against the table, an overconfident smile on his lips and a quirk in his tone. āYou donāt have to play hard to get you know, itās okay to give in sometimes,ā
āIām gonna pass,ā You take a small sip of your martini in the hopes that itāll break up the awkwardness a bit, but you donāt really have any luck in that department, considering the fact that this guy seemingly cannot take a hint.
āCome on, I paid for your drinks,ā He gestures his hand towards the two glasses in front of you.
āI asked you not to pay for my drinks,ā
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āReid, you turning your head every two minutes isnāt going to make her come back any quicker,ā Morgan shakes his head with a small smirk at Spencerās demeanour, seemingly finding Spencerās attitude hilarious under his lightly alcohol-induced haze.
āIt shouldnāt be taking this long, the bar is pretty clear,ā Spencerās tone shows more concern than anything. He knew how some drunk people could act, and even though you werenāt entirely drunk yourself he was a little worried that youād end up in fist fight with someone if you were left alone for too long in such a confrontal environment. āIām just worried she might get into an argument with someone,ā
āQuite the opposite by the look of it,ā JJ leans into Emilyās side to point over at the bar where you were standing, speaking to somebody that none of them recognised.
āAye, Ice Queenās got game huh?ā Morgan took a swig from his bottle with a laugh as he followed JJās finger towards you.
āAre we really surprised?ā Emily clinks her bottle against Morgan like the two are celebrating the fact that youāve seemingly got āgameā underneath your icy exterior. āSheās a total dominatrix,ā
Garcia seems to find Emilyās statement particularly hilarious, actively hitting her hand against Morganās bicep with an enthusiastic nod of her head. āOh 100%,ā
Spencer doesnāt share the same enthusiasm towards your presumed sex life, not just because it made him feel icky to talk about something like that behind your back but also because from his point of view you werenāt having a good time.
You were stood straight up with your arms crossed over your chest in a behaviourally defensive manner, and although he couldnāt see your facial expression with how you had your back to the group, the way you stretched your neck only further illustrated that you werenāt enjoying whatever interaction you were having with the man opposite you, no matter how much he seemed to be.
Maybe it was the alcohol blinding the others to your behavioural tells. Maybe heād just become accustomed to the smaller things when it came to reading you. Either way, you looked like you wanted out of the situation you were in.
He wondered why you hadnāt just walked away yet. You were usually good at establishing your boundaries and putting your foot down when you needed to, so the fact that you were still entertaining a conversation that you clearly didnāt want to be taking part in was more than a little odd to him.
Then a glass shattered on the floor between the two of you, and it was definitely time for somebody to break the conversation.
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āCome on donāt be like that, you might have more fun than you realise,ā He didnāt even acknowledge the bartender carrying over the two beers as she set them down on the bar with a sympathetic look in your direction, absently holding out his card in her direction as he kept his gaze on you.
āI told you that Iām not interested.ā Your tone harbours more assertiveness this time. You werenāt known for having the longest string of patience, and under the effects of the alcohol in your system that string was halting by the minute.
Youāre tired of being nice and hoping he will go away, you were going to end this conversation now.
āDonāt get pissy with me now, Iām being nice here,ā
āYou need to leave before you see what ābeing pissyā actually looks like.ā
āAre you threatening me?ā The guy looks like heās about to blow a fuse at your response, seemingly dumbfounded at the way youāre standing up for yourself, which makes you feel inherently bad for any woman who has had to endure his self-entitlement in the past.
āIām telling you to back off. I said no.ā
You take Spencerās drink from the bar top and turn to leave, but incessant as he is, the guy tries to catch your arm so you canāt, causing the drink to spill everywhere and the cocktail glass to smash all over the floor.
āLook what youāve done now you stupid bitch,ā If the sound of the glass smashing didnāt garner an audience from the patrons nearby, the way he raised his voice definitely did.
You turn your gaze from your soaked shoes to him through furrowed eyebrows, opening your mouth to begin your retaliation. Someone else beats you to it.
āThatās a horrible way to speak to somebody,ā You knew that voice. Of course you did, he sits opposite you in the office every day rambling about star trek to anyone who so much as glances in his direction.
āExcuse me?ā The guy turns his attention towards Spencer with just as much seething in his features.
āYou shouldnāt speak to people like that,ā
āReid.ā You grit his name out through your teeth as warning for him to not get involved, but he doesnāt listen to you.
āI can speak to whoever I want however I want, get lost you freak.ā He takes a step towards Spencer, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt at looking more dominating.
āHave you ever heard of the Napoleon Complex?ā Spencer looked down at the man with a raised eyebrow. āStudies have shown that men with shorter statures tend to be more aggressive and domineering in social situations to compensate for their lack of height,ā
You raise your eyebrows in mild surprise at Spencerās statement, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from smiling at the look on the guys face at the accusation.
āWhat the fuck did you just say to me?ā He takes another step forward, almost chest to chest with Spencer by now, although not exactly on equal ground considering that Spencer was at least a head taller than him.
āCommon behaviours include loud, ostentatious, and aggressive attitudes, overly grandiose ambitions, and an attempt to be domineering when in the presence of other people, to assert your height advantage over those shorter than you and prove that your height disadvantage is irrelevant to those taller than you,ā Spencer continues to state the details of the Napoleon Complex with no acknowledgement of the rising anger of the man in front of him, but you can see the beginnings of nerves in the way he wrings his fingers together behind his back.
Either way, Spencer was absolutely ripping this man to shreds in the most Spencer Reid way possible, and you found yourself not wanting to break this sudden streak of assertiveness heād garnered, especially considering it had spawned under wanting to support you.
It was a surprising sight to be sure, but you wouldnāt say it was unwelcome.
You were glad that Spencer had an assertive side to him, it meant that he was capable of looking after himself (or you in this case) without the need for external backup. It was also nice to see that he didnāt lose the key aspects of himself in the process. He was still very much Spencer Reid, but he was using the aspect of himself that would usually be the subject of negative comments as the main form of his defence.
It was a perfectly Spencer move.
āYou wanna see aggression? Because I will show you goddamn aggression,ā The guy huffed in his seething contempt for Spencerās attitude, rolling up his sleeves.
āBar fighting is highly illegal, and you could receive a prison sentence of up to 3 years and 6 months for instigating one,ā Spencer takes a small step backwards as an offer for the two to just drop the argument and move on, glass crackling underneath the soles of his converse.
āYou think I care?ā The tension in the air was palpable as the man clenched his fists, his face contorted in anger whilst Spencer remained surprisingly calm, his stance firm yet non-threatening.
He didnāt have time to actually start anything as the bartender from earlier returns, a bouncer stood to her left with a very unamused expression on his face.
"I think it's time for you to leave," She said in a no-nonsense tone.
The man's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected intervention. "You can't kick me out! I didn't do anything wrong!" he protested, his voice growing louder.
"You harassed another patron and broke a glass. That's reason enough," the bouncer retorted, his gaze unwavering as he uncrossed his arms. He wasnāt like Spencer. He wasnāt thin or unfit, he was built, arms barely able to rest properly at his sides from the muscle mass in his biceps.
Not to mention that he was even taller than Spencer was, and no amount of Napoleonās Complex could convince someone that theyād be able to physically take on somebody like that.
Realising he was outnumbered and outmatched, the man reluctantly turned and stormed out of the bar, muttering curses under his breath.
With the tension diffused, Spencer turned to you, a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice soft.
āIām fine Reid,ā You nodded gratefully, āThank you,ā
āOf course, Iām glad youāre okay,ā He half-awkwardly rubs his hand over his arm, all semblance of his previous confidence slowly dwindling until heās back into the shyly-endearing nerd that youāre used to seeing him as.
āI would say sorry about the drink, but you had it coming choosing mint as the primary flavour,ā You look down to the remnants of the glass on the floor and the drink that was soaking your shoes.
āMint has been shown to positively affect brain functioning,ā Spencer holds his hand out to catch your elbow to stop you from stumbling as you walk over the shattered glass.
āDoesnāt mean it tastes good,ā You donāt shrug off the small contact like you usually would, Spencer presumes itās just the alcohol in your system dulling your awareness. Itās definitely not because because having a soothing presence after an altercation like that was comforting. Definitely.
Spencer gives you a small smile once youāre out of the shatter-zone before turning to the bartender. "I'm sorry about the mess. Let me help clean it up,"
The bartender shook her head, a grateful expression on her face at the offer. "Donāt worry about it, happens more often than youād think,"
āYouāre sure?ā
The bartender gives another simple nod as she retreats behind the bar, presumable to grab a dust pan to clean up the mess. āGive me a second and iāll make up another drink for you guys,ā
āOh you donāt have to-ā
āDonāt be silly,ā The bartender waves him off with a small laugh. āItāll only take a minute,ā
āThank you,ā Spencer shoots the bartender a grateful smile before turning his attention back towards you. āYouāre sure youāre alright? You didnāt cut yourself on the glass?ā
āIām fine Reid donāt worry about it,ā You check yourself over despite the confidence in your words just to make sure that you werenāt actually hurt and just couldnāt feel it.
āSo, Napoleon Complex huh?ā You raise your eyebrow at him, suppressing a smile as you recall the way Spencer had hit the nail on the head assuming that the reason the dick from earlier was so aggressive was because of a height insecurity.
He gives you a small nod with that awkwardly endearing expression of his as his eyes also scan down by your ankles for any scratches you may have garnered from the glass. āItās more common in men than you might think,ā
āNapoleon was definitely a piece of shit thatās for sure, a fucking short one at thatā Spencer laughs shortly at the crudeness of your assessment, although still agrees with you anyhow.
āNapoleon wasnāt actually as short as most people think he was, the translation of his official records misconstrued his height because french inches were actually longer than american inches andā¦ā You werenāt going to remember any of what heās telling you in the morning, but that didnāt matter right now.
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can i request for a mean!spencer x bau!reader? like they are not enemies but there's just this really intense sexual tension with prompts 2, 30, 48, and 49? thank you!
#2 "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last person on earth.ā
#30 "You're not as hot as you think you are.ā
#48 "You belonged to me before I even made you mine.ā
#49 "I'm so fucking obsessed with you.ā
A/N: Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took almost an entire season to get it done š I hope it's as good as you expected it would be :D
Warnings: slight BDSM themes, Dom!Spencer, dry humping, choking, thigh riding, finger sucking, cum play, facial, penetrative sex, use of contraception, probably more that I don't remember right now... 18+ Minors DNI
There was no one you wanted to spend the night with less than Spencer Reid.
He was annoying, and frustrating and most importantly never knew when to shut the fuck up.
No one was better at getting under your skin, and no one seemed to relish it quite like he did. It wasn't that you hated the man, just that he had the presence of an unkillable mosquito in your life.
He was irritating.
āY/N, are you even listening to me?ā
āI try not to make a habit of it,ā you rolled your eyes, pushing past the man as you both finally made it to your motel room for the night.
You weren't sure if this was divine punishment or Emily's idea of a joke, but you'd ended up with Reid as your roomie for the next week.
As your case location was remote and as back waters as it could get, you'd ended up needing to bring Penelope Garcia along with you physically. And with only four rooms available, the eight members of your team had to all scramble for acceptable roommates and, having gotten off the jet last, you'd drawn the short straw.
Rossi had been quick to pair up with Luke, citing Spencer's snoring habit as reason enough, and the girls had happily fallen into two pairs. It was your lucky day.
With your hands busy with your bags, you tossed the key to Spencer quickly and waited for him to unlock the door, eager to escape the cold chill of the night.
āHurry up, Spencer, or we'll both turn into popsicles out here.ā
āNot only is that physically impossible, but it also isn't that cold out here, Y/N. Don't you think you're being a bit sensitive.ā
You stuck your tongue out at him and he let out a sharp chuckle as he finally managed to unlock the door.
Despite your best wishes, stepping over the threshold didn't solve your problems. Instead it seemed to present even more.
āFuck, how is it colder in here than it is out there?ā You said, shivering violently as you stood in the doorway. If you thought that was reason enough to cure though, you thought you'd practically spit fire when you saw the sleeping arrangements for the night.
āAre you fucking kidding me?ā Your body forgot its fight to keep warm, letting your blood run cold as you found yourself face to face with one singular, though large, bed. Another cursory glance around, and the heart motifs on the walls and pink themes cushions on the bed suggested that this was likely the motels joke of a Honeymoon Suite.
āEmily did mention that we booked out their last four rooms.ā Spencer said, walking up beside you and frowning deeply as he took in the same scene you did.
āShe said nothing about the rooms being igloos though, Spencer. I never thought hypothermia was going to be my cause of death after spending the night with you in the room.ā
āYou think I'd shoot you.ā
āI think I'd shoot myself.ā
He scowled a little at that and moved to check the room's thermostat. Although it was presently reading 215Ā° so you didn't know how much good that could do.
āThere's no sofa,ā you grumbled as you watched Spencer move to the small bathroom.
āAnd there's no hot water. And according to the sign on that table, there's nothing we can do about it until the morning.ā You picked up the sign yourself, just to verify and practically moaned in frustration.
āThis is insane, we'll freeze to death.ā
āIt has to drop below 32Ā° in here for us to even possibly freeze death. There's no wind, rain and we have blankets, so maybe you should focus less on being dramatic and more on what we can be doing to warm up.ā
āI'm sorry, Doctor Genius, whatever can I do to warm up? Please impart some of your wonderful knowledge on me, I beg.ā His eyes flashed with some annoyance and you quietly enjoyed the expression, happy to have affected him as much as he affected you.
āYou can start by stripping.ā It was his turn to enjoy the abject look of horror that crossed your face in that moment, and you were convinced that of he let even a hint of a laugh out, you'd throttle the man.
āI'm sure you'd just love that,ā you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.
āWell, there's no water, no thermostat and no other source of heat, so if you're so worried about hypothermia, there's only one solution viable to us right now.ā
āYou're joking. You want us to huddle together for warmth?ā You backed yourself into a corner as you tried to distanced yourself from him as he suddenly began divesting himself of clothing.
As soon as he reached the top buttons of his shirt, you let out a quick squeak and turned around.
āUnless you want me to watch you get undressed too, I suggest you hurry up and do it before I get into bed.ā
You quietly cursed and started unwrapping each of your layers, fingers fumbling with the cold already seeped into your skin.
āI am not getting naked, Spencer Reid.ā
āI didn't ask you to. Just get comfortable.ā You turned around to shoot him a glare, but when you noticed his back was turned - and bare - you lost all memory of the purpose of the movement.
You'd never quite realised before how broad his back was. His shoulders looked strong despite his lithe frame, twisting rather attractively as he pulled his nightshirt over his head. You were almost disappointed that he wasn't facing you, suddenly curious about Spencer Reid's happy trail.
You snapped yourself out of it and continued to change, wrapping your coat around your waist to hide your legs as you switched your pants to your sleep shorts. It was an awkward fumble, but at least the lights were low.
When you were finally ready, your steps back to the bed were hurried and near painful as you felt colder than ever.
Spencer was already there, and without a second thought, you pulled the quilts up and plastered yourself to his side. He was the only thing in the entire room offering you a modicum of warmth, and you weren't going to let your personal hot water bottle go just because everything that came out of his mouth was hot air.
āSo you're a big fan of this now, huh?ā He said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in. Your back was pressed against his chest as you both laid on your sides, piles of duvet and blankets laid out on top of you. You hated to admit it, but this position was comfortable.
Maybe it was just months of working cases non-stop and perpetual singleness, but the feeling of a man at your back was infinitely pleasing.
āDon't expect anything more Spencer Reid. I wouldn't have sex with you if you were the last man alive.ā The words were harsh, and if you were being honest, a little bit untrue. Your small peak at his back earlier had definitely sparked an interest in you that was bubbling up in your throat. Like bile.
āYou don't have to worry about that. You're actually not as hot as you think you are.ā His words were tinged with the same faux bitterness as yours, but you refused to hear it. Instead all you felt was another unpleasant heat spreading throughout you, quiet anger plotting in your stomach.
You knew you probably shouldn't push it, but you needed Spencer to eat those words. Desperately.
Your mind ticked through a few options before landing on one. If you were so unattractive, then surely there's no way he'd physically react to you.
Scooting your body closer to his, you take advantage of the less than comfortable bed, making each of your movements similar to ones you would make when getting comfortable. Except, of course, with the added bonus of making sure your ass pressed directly up against his crotch, moving up and down and grinding into him.
You felt him slightly stiffen behind you, and decided that a few we'll time groans of frustration could go a long way to spurring him on.
So you began letting little gasps and sighs out, graduating to moans when you thought he wouldn't question it, each small movement rubbing against him deliberately.
What you'd failed to remember though, was his hand on your waist. Although you knew he was awake beside you, despite the now late hour and somewhat comfortable bed, his hand held you firm. Or it did until you risking bounced yourself gently against him, and his now limp hand slipped underneath your shirt.
The moan you released then was genuine, the cool touch of his fingers against your burning skin causing you to flush and shiver at the same time. You cursed your earlier self for valuing your comfort over your general peace of mind, because as Spencer's hand once again settles centimetres away from the edge of your boob, you desperately wished for your bra back.
You stopped moving, hoping that if you just pretended to sleep for a few minutes, his hand would reach higher and he'd prove to you that he did think you were attractive. He didn't though, showing off how gentlemanly he was. It pissed you off. Most of his good qualities pissed you off, and you were sure that said more about you than him .
You tried your best to just give in, to even out your breathing and let the black haze of sleep take over but his hands on you were maddening, and you found your body reacting in much the same ways you'd wished him to react.
It didn't help that he'd casually shifted his lower body away from you slightly in your stillness, letting himself fall onto his back rather than his side. As he made this shift, his hand trailed across the expanse of your body before cutting all contact with you altogether.
So much for huddling for warmth if all he had to do to return you to record heats was stroke you like that.
You needed to feel him again, so, feigning the most realistic sleeplike movements you could muster, you turned your body in his direction, and placed your head over his chest. You weren't finished, just proceeding with caution. Your hands obviously fell over his chest, if slightly lower than you'd expect.
It was only when your leg finally came up over his that he broke his silence.
āI know you're awake, Y/N,ā he whispered in your ear, a solid hand on your thigh holding it down right over his crotch. You felt your prize and grinned in your sleep.
He was hard. You'd won. It was time to play.
You opened your mouth to purr victoriously at him, but he moved so abruptly you were never expecting it.
Shifting his hands to your ass, he hauled your body over him, letting his hands stay on your hips as he began to help you shift them back and forth. You moaned at the friction, even as your head stayed rested on his chest. The movements were shallow, just a teasing but you already felt more aroused than you had in months. Slowly, your hips started moving for themselves and his hands moved onto more important things.
āAm I suddenly the last man on Earth, Y/N?ā He smiled, tipping your head up so you could make eye contact with him.
āGo to hell.ā
āI think we're already there, don't you?ā With that, his large hands sat you up, meeting with no resistance as you let yourself become pliable.
āShow me.ā He whispered, hands right on your hips, pushing into your flesh just a touch part forceful.
āShow you what?ā You narrowed your eyes, but you knew exactly what it was he wanted and that you weren't going to out up much a resistance before giving it to him.
āShow me how much you want to fuck me. Since your mouth isn't honest, I'm going to have to listen to your body.ā You let your hands fall to his chest, pushing lower until you reached the hem of his shirt. He'd pushed the quilts off of your torso, letting the cold air attack your upper body, so you knew your hands were cold, and the hiss he let out at the contact was satisfying enough to shut up and actually start following his directions.
You shifted your body up and down, grinding and dry humping his crotch, wishing for him to stop being a tease and just get it over with.
He wasn't letting you compromise, though. Each small sound that left your body met with a soft smirk from him, each halt in your movements a prod from his hands. You'd tried to still your hips entirely once out of frustration, but he'd delivered a slap to your ass that had you gushing, desperate to reach a release even if he'd only allow you it this way.
āI don't think you're trying hard enough.ā His voice was lower than before, something gravelly to it as he began pulling your clothing off one item at a time. Your sweater went first, before he flipped your positions and shimmered your shorts off your body, taking underwear soon after and then you were bare to him and he was rolling you once again.
āThat's better. Now, where were we?ā He moved your hips for you again, but his eyes stayed focused in the rigid peaks of your nipples, bouncing with each rock of your hips. You weren't sure if it was the cold temperature of the room or your sheer need to cum that had them reacting, but you knew he was seconds away from wrapping his tongue around one and giving into you, so you just accepted it.
His hands stayed put, still on your hips, though the direct contact was heating you slightly more. If you looked down, you were sure you'd see a wet patch against his sweat pants, so you didn't.
You just moaned and whimpered searching for your orgasm on top of him.
āWhat's wrong, Y/N? Do you need my help to finish?ā He noticed your every insecurity, your weakness and exploited it. You were running close to inconsolable, desperate to hit that climax now, more than ever before, so you just nodded at him profusely, desperate for him to touch you in whatever way he could.
It wasn't his hand you felt on your clit, though. It was your own, he wrapped a hand around your fingers and bought them up to the correct stop, showing you exactly what he'd like to see.
āTouch yourself, Y/N. Touch yourself and wish it was me.ā With the friction from grinding against him for so long, the satisfaction from the rigid tent underneath you and your hands taking his guidance, it was really not long before your pussy finally twitched familiarly and sighed, soaking his pants underneath you as you shuddered in delight.
He had to ruin your moment of bliss by talking.
āIs that enough, slut? Or do you really need to be filled right now?ā
You didn't care if he saw you sticking your tongue down his throat as you collapsed on top of his chest as an answer to that question, or if he saw it as what it was - a desperate attempt to shut him up. All you knew was that he tasted sweet and hot, and that his hand wrapped around your throat was also hot as he pulled you up and off of him.
āLet me be clear. I am in charge.ā A simple shift of his legs was enough to flip your positions, landing on top of you ungrateful, but you didn't care.
Using his new high ground, he wedged your legs open and slid a single finger inside you as you moaned. He too found success in silencing you by sticking his tongue down your throat, forcing you to battle him for dominance you knew he'd never allow you.
Having cum only moments before, you truly believed that there was no way he was going to push another one out of you after so little time. The night was full of surprises though.
As you relaxed into his intrusion, he opened you up with a second finger, then a third. You already felt yourself building towards your end goal, but it was his head dropping to tour cold nipples that finally had you cumming around his fingers. His mouth was wet, tongue warm against your skin, and he toyed with you so effectively, you practically forgot your previous qualms.
āSee? You belong to me before I've even made you mine.ā It irked you that he was right. Had this been any other man, you're sure you'd be bragging about such passionate sex for weeks with your friends. You were resentful that it was him, but you didn't want it to end yet.
Your arms pulled up to hide your face as he traced kisses up and down your chest, fingers coming free to pay attention to your since abandoned nipples.
āI can't wait to fuck you. You're going to feel so good wrapped around my cock,ā he whispered into your ear as he pulled your arms away from your face, making sure your eyes were focused on him before his next line.
āYou have no clue what you started. I'm so fucking obsessed with you.ā
His hands fell to your face, where his thumb pushed against your lips, slipping into your mouth where you sucked on it, getting it wet as his cock teased the folds of your pussy, running up and down with each gentle push of his hips. You entertained him for a moment before pushing up slightly, his thumb falling from your mouth as you blindly reached for the bedside table. Pulling it open, you were relieved to find what you were looking for.
āIf you're so fucking obsessed with me, Spencer, show me.ā Carefully unwrapping the package, you grabbed his dick and gently slid the condom onto him, making sure it was secure before you propped yourself back on the pillows, waiting for him to initiate once again.
āPillow princess. You're acting like I haven't been dreaming of exactly this for the last 12 months.ā
You couldn't waste time processing those words before he again ran his cock through the folds of your pussy, then sank himself deep inside you. And you meant deep.
The sudden impact robbed you of your thoughts, pushing out every miserable thought and leaving you with just Spencer and pleasure. The two concepts soon became synonymous as his hips lazily sent him careening in and out of you.
His strokes gained speed gradually until the only words shared between you were the animalistic pants of pleasure, his voice driving you insane as you tried not to get overstimulated before you could cum for a third time.
āShit, shit, shit, shit, Spencer-ā your moans turned to screams as your orgasm rolled over you, his dick hitting just the right spot inside you that forced your nails to bite his skin, and forced your voice to scratch at your throat as it pushed up from your gut.
Noticing your relentless twitching, Spencer immediately pulled out of your cunt, allowing you a moment of reprieve. Pushing up to his knees, he moved to your side, his crotch parallel with your face as he rolled the condom off his dick.
Stroking himself to completion, he came right over your lips, your eyes dripping with lust as you licked them clean, catching the dribbles that fell down your chin with your fingers and popping them into your mouth as well.
After your whorish display of desperation, it took a full ten minutes for your brain function to resume.
In that time, Spencer had cleaned both of you up speedily with a hotel towel, wrapped an arm around you and began spooning you once again, his chest warm and comfortable against your back, his scent intoxicating.
It didn't stop being so when you finally came down from your post-cum bliss.
āYou're not allowed to tell anyone what happened tonight,ā you said, turning over to look him in the eye.
āNothing from tonight, got it. What about tomorrow?ā
āWhat do you mean?ā
āI mean, am I allowed to tell them how I plan to wake you up tomorrow, and how your current state of dress made it possible, if not directly invited it?ā
You flushed at his words, tingling already at the mention of tomorrow.
āWe're sharing a room, Y/N. If you think I'm not going to be inside you whenever were both free, you're entirely mistaken.ā His voice was clear - not even a hint of hesitancy in his voice.
āI'm not letting you go that easily, Y/N.ā
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Hi! I really enjoy your one piece writings, they have given me so much comfort when I don't feel okay š
Can I please get a Mihawk (I'm completely in love w this man aah) imagine where his wife is a sensitive person who gets sad when someone is rude to them but they feel insecure couse they think it's stupid
Thank youuuuuu ā¤ļøš„ŗ
First of all, I'm honoured that I can provide a source of comfort to you. I'm glad my work has made you feel better in your time of need.
Second of all: oh yessss bestie this hits the spot. It also reminds me of a wonderful scene in The Gentlemen (10/10, highly recommend)
[it also hits close to home because I am a sensitive person]
The thing about strong people is that they make others want to be just as strong, which isn't always easy if even possible. You've always known you're a little 'softer' than most people but only after marrying Mihawk did you find the difference in temperament bothersome. Instead of considering your sensitivity a fact of nature, you've begun to find it a flaw, something that you should change about yourself.
You've never admitted it to yourself but the truth is plain and simple - you think it's embarrassing. That Mihawk will find your sensitivity embarrassing. Maybe if you had been up-front about it with your husband, you'd learn that he adores your soft heart. If he felt forthcoming enough, perhaps you'd even hear that you're the source of warmth and light in his life. Hence he calls you his 'sun'.
To say that Mihawk grew concerned when he heard your muffled sobs would be like not saying anything. A delicious euphemism at best. Anger and fear bubble inside his chest. There's a strange itch in his hands that eggs him to wreak havoc.
"Apple of my eye," his voice carries well through the rather empty room you're both staying at currently. "What is the meaning of this?"
Frantically wiping away your tears, you look over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Mihawk is leaning against the doorframe, blocking the entrance if you so wish to run away from this situation.
"Oh, it's nothing. Really, I'm alright. No need to worry," you half-heartedly attempt to reassure him.
The swordsman loudly exhales through his nose. He's your husband, worrying about you is his duty. In slow steps, Mihawk walks over to the edge of the bed where you're sitting. Pride and titles as if forgotten, he drops on one knee in front of you. One of his hands gently squeezes your knee.
Unsure what's the best way to go about these circumstances, you timidly meet his intense gaze. The passion in his yellow eyes makes you think of a maelstrom captured in a jar - something devastating held back by a miracle. He's already seething, just doesn't yet know who exactly to direct his violence at.
"Indulge me," he prompts you to confide in him. There's a rare sense of pleading in his tone.
So indulge him you do - you tell Mihawk all about the unpleasant encounter with a local tearaway. Your husband tries his best to control his expression as you recount the unambiguously offensive words, unwanted touches and threats of real violence coming from someone who was probably looking for a cowardly scapegoat to vent his anger. As you continue your story, tears just keep rolling down your cheeks, fear and humiliation finally finding their way out of your heart.
"I know I'm being stupid," you mumble as you clumsily wipe your face, "he was just rude and it's not like he actually hurt me but-"
Mihawk's touch makes you cut your sentence short. His hand, its skin rough and calloused, gently cups the side of your face. Your hot, salty tears disperse as his thumb slowly rubs them away. Something about the tenderness of his touch, of hands that have killed and maimed, is enough to make you feel like you're about to break in his arms. Even if you do, you know that when dawn breaks you will be whole again, put back together with the unending love Mihawk holds for you.
"You've always been too good, my sun," he tells you in a low voice. He could have said 'too soft' or 'too sensitive' but then his remark would come off as deceitful as it would suggest his dislike towards your nature. Nothing of that sort - Mihawk genuinely thinks you're a better person than most people walking this plane. And he'd rather succumb to torture than let anyone make you feel bad about that.
The man leans in and places his warm lips against your forehead. Without much effort, he lays you down on the bed and you let him. Even if you wanted to fight back, you're way too tired to do so.
He's sitting on the edge of the bed, caressing your face, neck, arms and back as he's waiting for you to fall asleep. The anticipation doesn't require much patience - Mihawk's tender touches lull you to peaceful slumber rather swiftly. When he's sure that you're asleep, he kisses your forehead again before cautiously leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind him.
Perhaps he can't turn back the time and make the offending man choke on his words but he can ensure that the tearway won't hurt you ever again. Someone resting in peace so you can rest peacefully is a good bargain.
Mihawk knows exactly who he's looking for. He made a note of a certain characteristic trait you had mentioned - an earring with a single, red-coloured feather. It doesn't seem like a piece of jewellery that would be common anywhere.
It doesn't take much to find the tearaway. He makes his presence well-known as he stumbles out of a tavern, his legs almost giving away with each step.
So he assaults random women minding their business and then gets blackout drunk. It's pathetic enough to consider his death merciful.
Staying true to his name, the swordsman stalks his prey before lunging. Appearing as another patron of the inn, Mihawk follows the stranger around the corner towards barns, stables and pigstys. Fitting place for the likes of him, Dracule thinks to himself.
The man with the curious earring staggers his way towards a drinking trough. He's fumbling with his pants, desperately trying to pull them down to relieve himself but his fingers are not dextrious enough.
Mihawk picks up the pitchfork leaning against the barn wall. In one, swift motion he gores the tool through the back of the man's knee. A guttural scream tears through the night as he falls to the ground.
The swordsman grabs a fistful of the tearaway's hair. He forces the kneeling man to look up into his seething, yellow eyes.
"Do I owe you money?" The man is slurring his words. He squints his eyes, trying to focus his hazy vision on Mihawk and, possibly, recognize his creditor. "It's money, isn't it? Shit, just give me two days, man. I'll give it back with interest."
"I don't care about money."
Instantaneously, panic appears in the tearaway's eyes. Did he just find himself in the same position he's put hundreds of people in to cure his own boredom and need for grandiosity?
"Then what it is?!" he shouts, fear settling in his viscera. Dracule's calmness put together with the sheer hatred emanating from him makes for a deeply unsettling impression.
"You hurt my wife," comes the answer. The fist clenching the man's hair tightens its hold further, threatening to tear off his scalp. "My wife," Mihawk growls.
But before the tearaway can ask for clarification, his head is forced into the drinking trough. Surprised and scared, oxygen is escaping him fast. Soon, his throat and chest begin to clench and throb painfully. Dark spots dance across his vision, foreboding blindness.
Then, Mihawk pulls his head just above the surface. The man desperately gasps for air.
"If you believe in a god," the swordsman begins in a low voice shaking with anger and adrenaline, "I suggest you start praying. Fast."
The tearaway's head is forced underwater again but this time, Mihawk keeps it there until the ruffian's body stops trembling and shaking. After that, Dracule waits for a while longer - just for good measure.
You're woken up by the creaking of doors as they slowly open. Blinking sleep away from your eyes, you look over your shoulder only to experience a sort of deja vu: Mihawk is standing in the doorway. Before you can ask about his strange behaviour, your husband makes his way to you in long, quick strides. He kneels on the floor beside the bed.
Mihawk takes your hand in his. He takes something out of his pocket and places it in your palm. You recognize the red feather earring immediately. And is that... a piece of skin still attached to it? Gently, your husband closes your fist and lifts your hand to place a chaste kiss on your knuckles.
"The rat has paid for its sins," he whispers to you. Judging by the intense look in his eyes, you don't want to know the details of this story.
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I LOVEE YOU FOR FEEDING USSšš©ā¤ļø!!!
I had a little brain rot of geto and getting each other off. Like heās fingering, while reader is jerking him off. idkkk smt like that. It crossed my mind, and I had to shareš xoxo
you ask, i deliver<3 thank you so much for this, this prompt made me dizzy
Contains: fem reader, mutual masturbation, fluff, established relationship, whipped!geto, he's literally so in love, cursing, soooo much dirty talk, praise, nipple play
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It was a lazy day at home with geto. The both of you having the day off, schedules finally aligning.
You laid on his chest, clad in a spaghetti strap tank top and panties, one leg slung over his hips; him in nothing but his black boxers, big hands caressing the skin on your lower back and shouldes.
Your lips were slotting together passionately, slurping and quiet hums into each others mouths could be heard throughout the room as you kissed each other with fervor.
"I love kissin you baby," he pulled back to confess, rubbing his thumb into the soft skin on your shoulder as his other hand got a bit frisky, dropping to your ass and squeezing the fat there.
Geto leaned in breifly to leave a small peck on your lips after he spoke. Crimson blush spreading over your face, a bashfull smile following it as you cradled his chiseled cheeks in your hands.
Sidding your hand down his face and pulling his bottom lip out with your thumb, exposing his bottom row of teeth as he let you manipulate him, "love kissin you so much too, sugu." you replied, letting his lip slap back into place and chasing it with a kiss.
Starting up another makeout session, you sighed into his mouth when he slid his other large hand to join the first in groping you. Geto used his big palms to squeeze the fat of your ass in circular motions, making your cunt rub against his leg as he did so.
You felt his growing bulge press against the inside of your thigh from where you had your leg slung over his lower body.
"Mmmm" he moaned, sending vibrations against your tongue when he closed his lips around it, sucking softly.
Both of your growing arousal aiding the kiss to turn into a hotter one, now filled with need, "suguru, baby," you whimpered between kisses, eyes still squeezed shut when you spoke, "need you.." you emphasized by sliding a soft hand down the ridges of his abs, reaching between the two of you and placing your palm over his bulge.
"Looks like you need me too," smiling against his lips when he laughed at your realization of his arousal. "Damn right I do sweet thing." pressing his lips to yours in one long kiss before dropping his lips to assault to your neck with kisses.
"Oh f-fuck." you whimpered, eyes trying and failing to open, fluttering closed at the feeling of his plump lips sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck. Your hand increased pressure on his cock when you felt his tongue join the mix, darting out every so often to leave wet kisses agaisnt your throat.
"Yeahh, so fucking sensitive here huh baby?" he whispered against your skin, cock twitching at your reactions combined with the rubbing against his clothed shaft.
"Stop t-teasin babyy," you whined when he continued his minstrations on your neck, "fuck me, please." you begged, smaller hand pulling at his hair slightly to get him of your neck. Lips diconnecting from your jugular with a pop, "mmmm, as nice as that sounds, I wanna try something else right now, is that okay?" he asks, beautiful hooded eyes staring into yours.
"Course it is, I trust you." pressing a kiss to his cheek when you finished your sentence.
āM not sure the best position to do this in, hmm..ā he thought for a second, hand coming up to dramatically caress at his imaginary goatee before you practically watched the lightbulb go off above his head.
Grabbing your body and flipping your positions, geto now snugly between your legs, your thighs wrapped around his hips as he hovered above your frame resting comfortably against the mattress.
He slid a big hand up your shirt teasingly while he spoke, āthought about havin you on top of me, but I think thisāll feel better for you.ā tipping his head foldly down at you, smile full of adoration.
"Thought we could get each other off like this," he sat back on his heels, your thigh still slung over his hips as he used his body to push you up against the pillows, making your body slide up the bed, your frame curling in on yourself slightly.
"You wanna dry hump me?" you smirked, confusion laced in your voice but ultimately on board with whatever he presented to you.
A large palm groped your chest underneath your shirt while he used his other to stop your hips from girating against his, "That a good idea baby, but not exactly what I had in mind."
Letting go of your hip when your own stoped their rolling, geto gigging at the puzzled expression that plastered itself on your face.
Covering his palm with your own he placed your hand over his bulge, making you rub his twitching cock together, before he let go, leaving your hand against him as he started teasing his fingers at the hem of your panties.
Thick fingers splayed themselves on your lower stomach while the pad of his thumb landed expertly on your panty-clad clit, rubbing gently cirlces on the nub to get his idea across.
"How does jerking me off while I play with your little pussy sound?" he breathily teased into the air when he felt your fingers squeeze extra hard over his clothed tip.
"Fuck, sounds perfect." you agreed, urging him to take his boxers off when your fingers proved a little difficulty in sliding inside the tight fabric from this angle.
He paused his rubbing, retracting his hand that was stimulating your breast before he slid back, drawing his boxers off his legs and throwing them onto the floor, getting back into place.
Now having an unobstructed range on his cock, you wrapped your hand around the warm shaft with both hands, dragging them up slowly; paying special attention to his sensitive tip; then sliding them back down.
"God, you touch me better than I touch myself, baby." He moaned, head tipping back in a groan before he set his sights back on your pussy, not wanting you to feel neglected.
Geto pulled your panties to the side, holding them open against your thigh with one large hand while the other gathered your wetness on the tips of his fingers, using your slick to smooth the slide against your swollen bud.
He was mesmorized watching your reactions, mouthing dropping open in a little o shape, watching your lashes flutter as your squeezed your eyes shut, keeping up the delicious pace on his cock.
"Bet that feels good huh?" his deep voice resonated in the air; though he already knew your answer before it was confirmed by your small moans and head that nodded in his direction.
"Yeahhh just relax pretty, let me take care of you while you stroke my fucking cock." His filthy voice growled out, making your cunt gush out wetness as you focused on his tip, rubbing your fingers against his frenulum, "D'ya feel me twitching? haha," he giggles at your ministrations.
"Yeah sugu, feels like this when its inside me too," you reply, making the air feel a little less tense when he lets out a genuine laugh.
"Shit, that's kinda embarrassing, didn't know you could feel that." he says, abandoning the attention on your clit and opting to rub his fingers at the opening of your tight cunt, slowly pushing his middle finger into the ring of your cunt.
"Guess its kinda like how I feel every time ur pussy spasms around my cock, huh?" embarrassment from the earlier confession being pushed down as his pleasure increased rapidly.
"God.." geto groaned, staring intently at how your tiny hole swallowed up his finger greedily, beginning to rotate it, feeling every bump and ridge of your walls. Mesmerized when he spoke, "How does your tight little pussy open up for my cock when it feels like there's barely enough room in here for just my one finger...?" he whispers in admiration, always so fascinated with how you managed to take his size with little to no complaints every time.
"Jus love ur cock so much sugu, I take it for you." That made pre drip steadily from his tip, wetting your digits when you rubbed the tip of your index finger against the slit of his dick.
Your words alone never failed to work him up to an embarrassingly aroused state, and so quickly at that.
Geto bit his lip and tried to focus on not blowing his load all over your soft skin just yet, a second finger joining your wetness, in hopes to catch you off guard a bit, slowing your pace on his sensitive cock and allowing him to fucking breathe.
"S-shit baby," you moaned at the feeling of his thick fingers curling towards your tummy and into your most sensitive spot. Pace on his length successfully being paused as you relished in the electricity shooting up your spine at his ministrations.
"This is fucking insane," half laugh half moan leaving geto's lips, "I'm so close already."
It's true, what you were currently participating in was incredibly intimate and extremely erotic. Getting to please each other's most sensitive parts, learning more in depth about what makes you both twitch and squirm while being so close to each other made your heads feel extremely dizzy.
Atmosphere falling into a more romantic one as you both opted to stay quiet, squelching and moans from the both of your lungs intertwining in the air.
Geto's other large hand started caressing your body, pushing your tank top over your breasts, fabric settling against your collarbones. He leaned forward, fucking his fingers into you at a steady pace, thumb stimulating you clit expertly with the same hand.
His body was now practically pressed against your own as he took your nipple into his mouth, moans and whines from the pleasure he was providing you going straight to his cock.
Nothing but love coursing through his veins when he felt you desperately trying to keep up the pace on his cock as he brought you rapidly to the brink of your orgasm.
"Close?" he mumbled against your skin, sucking your nipple back into his mouth and drawing his name over it with his skilled tongue, feeling your walls squeeze his fingers tightly, making it almost hard for him to move inside you.
"C-close." you answered, doing your best to get him to the same place you were at, wanting to feel him cum at the same time as you.
Realizing you succeeded when he said, "me too, lets come together," his moans that were raising in pitch were being muffled into your skin as he sucked harder against your hard bud.
He felt you slip over the edge first, digging your fingers into his scalp and jerking your hand sloppily over his cock. You tugging at his hair and feeling your orgasm around his fingers being just what he needed to reach his release.
Ropes of hot cum shooting out between the two of you, your nipple popping out of his mouth with a wet 'palp' noise as he buried his head between the valley of your breasts, breathing heavily and grunting against you, soft bangs ticking against your skin while his body shook with the intensity of his orgasm.
You ceased your stroking on his dick when you felt him stop twitching, softening against your palm. Geto reluctantly pulled out his fingers from your cavern, wiping your orgasm on your thigh as he tucked his arms around your body, burring his face deeper into your chest.
"That felt so fucking good," he slurred, sleep laced in his voice when he spoke. It was still fairly early in the morning, maybe a mid-morning nap couldn't hurt; you did have the day off together after all. What better activity to do than to cuddle up in the warm sheets with your stupidly handsome boyfriend all afternoon?
"One of your best ideas yet." you confirmed into his hair, feeling a bit bad when you returned his affection, wrapping your arms around his strong back and smearing his cum over his skin. Geto didn't seem to mind though, considering how he had already fallen back asleep.
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Ghost x shy reader? Would love a spicy scenario where he coaxes us into learning how to dirty talk with him
Pairing: Simon āGhostā Riley x Shy!F!Reader
Category: Fluff/Smut (18+)
Warnings: P in V Sex (you know the drill), Dirty Talk (obvs), Pet Names (baby, sweetheart/sweet girl, hon), Swearing
Word Count: 1.2k+
A/N: Hello! Thank you for your sweet request! I love shy reader prompts so much.šI hope you enjoy!
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Simon murmured in his low, gruff voice. You held your hands over your eyes and burning cheeks, his cock pushed half-way inside your slick cunt. You shook your head and raised your shoulders. Your lover sighed. "Love, am I hurtin' you?" he asked. You peeked from between your fingers as you shook your head.
"N-No," you squeaked. Simon grunted as he gently grabbed one of your wrists.
"Then what's wrong?" he asked. You bit the inside of your cheek as your heart thrummed against your sternum. You took a deep breath.
"I-I just..." you huffed, cursing yourself for not being able to just spit it out. Simon rubbed up and down your arm, his dark eyes still as he patiently waited for your reply. You inhaled deeply again as you tried to relax beneath him. Ā
āHey, look at me,ā Simon said. Your lip quivered before you slowly peeled your hands away. Your love gazed down at you with such deep admiration, you thought your heart was going to explode. āLove, I need you to talk to me when we're like this, remember?ā he said as he cupped your cheek. You glanced away.Ā
āI know. I'm just not good at it,ā you sighed. Simon hummed as he stroked his thumb over your cheek.Ā
āWell, no time like the present,ā he grunted. You blinked.
"What?" you asked. Simon gave you a wry grin before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"I'm gonna teach you how to talk dirty," he said bluntly. Your jaw went slack.
"B-But I-I'm not good at it!" you flushed. Simon tilted his head.
"Do you want to learn how?" he asked.
"I mean...well...you know...yeah," you muttered. Simon chuckled.
"Alright, sweet girl," he said before kissing your cheek. āYou comfortable?ā Simon asked. You nodded and bit your lip. āGood,ā he grunted. āNow, dirty talk doesnāt have to be a long, flowery poem,ā Simon murmured as he brushed his cheek against yours. You gulped when he planted his lips on your neck, sucking on it lightly before letting go.Ā
āYou taste so good, baby,ā he purred. You swallowed thickly before parting your lips. āSee? Simple. Letās just start off with what weāre feelinā and go from there, yeah?ā Simon suggested. You licked your lips and nodded.Ā
āOkay,ā you grinned. Simon beamed before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.Ā
āSuch a sweet girl,ā he groaned as he pushed his hips forward. You moaned as his dick sank further inside your tight pussy, the stretching sensation making your toes curl.Ā
āMmm,ā you moaned as you gripped his large shoulders. Simon continued to kiss along your neck as he gently rocked his hips, his cock sliding against your gummy walls.Ā
āWhat are you feelinā right now, hon?ā he whispered into your ear, his hot breath falling against your skin. You blinked away a few tears of pleasure as your chest heaved.Ā
āI-I feel your cock stretching me,ā you swallowed. Simon grunted and raked his teeth over the shell of your ear.Ā
āYeah? Does it feel good?ā he asked. You nodded.Ā
āY-Yes! Feels really good, Si,ā you moaned. You cried out when he pulled back and pressed his thumb against your puffy clit. You scrunched your eyebrows together as he drew slow circles around your bundle of nerves.Ā
āAnd how does this feel, hm?ā he asked as he continued to thrust into your squelching cunt. Your walls fluttered around his thick length as you gasped for air.Ā
āSo good, fuck,ā your eyes widened before you slapped a hand over your mouth. Simon chuckled as he switched between circling your clit and swiping up and down.Ā
āItās okay, baby. Just say whatever comes to your mind,ā he encouraged you as he continued to massage your engorged button.Ā
āI-Itās not that-oh!ā you mewled as Simon began to pump his hips a little faster. Your breasts began to bounce with his thrusts as he moved around your clit in tighter circles. You arched your back as he rested a hand next to your side.Ā
āFeel so fuckinā good wrapped around my cock,ā Simon growled lowly. You whined as you dug your nails into his ivory skin. Your mouth pooled with saliva as you heard your flesh slap against his.Ā
āAhh, Simon!ā you moaned and ducked your head against your shoulder. You felt his warm lips against your temple as you wrapped your legs around his sharp waist.Ā
āYou can do it, lovie. Cāmon,ā he urged you as he dragged his cock along your walls. Hot tears poured down your cheeks as you bit your lip. You wailed when he snapped his hips forward, the fat head of his cock sliding against your g-spot.Ā
āGod! Right there!ā you sobbed while clinging onto his muscular body for dear life. You felt him smile against your face before he started to thrust against your sensitive spot repeatedly. āYes, yes just like that!ā you whined while hooking your ankles together. Simon groaned into your ear as he continued to paint sloppy shapes around your clit, his cock throbbing deep inside you.Ā
āI-I love how much you stretch my pussy, Si!ā you cried out. He puffed a hot breath of air against your ear as he thrusted even faster, his balls slapping against your wet skin.Ā
āAtta girl,ā your lover praised. You moaned as he hungrily kissed your lips, his tongue swiping over yours before he pulled back.Ā
āFuck, (Y/N). Look so pretty when youāre takinā my cock,ā Simon grunted. You whimpered as your walls pulsated around his shaft. He chuckled. āYou look even better when you cum,ā he grinned as he gently pinched your clit.Ā You felt the cord inside you suddenly snap.
āS-Simon!ā you moaned as your pussy clamped down on his dick. You sobbed as you rocked your hips against his as waves of pure bliss crashed over you.Ā
āGood girl, thatās it,ā you heard Simon mutter as he let you ride the rest of your orgasm on his meaty cock. Your legs shook around his waist as you gasped and moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders. You blinked your eyes open just as Simon began to thrust again, his strokes becoming more sloppy as he flared his nostrils.Ā
āHold on, sweetheart. Just a little bit longer,ā your lover grunted. Your limbs felt like jelly as you basked in the afterglow, your body filled with a divine sense of warmth. Simon growled into your ear as his cock twitched inside your walls. āFuck,ā he hissed. You tilted your head, your lips close to his ear.Ā
āCum inside me, Simon,ā you whispered. Simonās eyes widened before he released a deep, feral groan. You mewled as he stiffened above you, his cock snug against your cervix as he flooded your tight hole with his warm cum.Ā
āSo, good, youāre so good to me,ā he murmured repeatedly as he finished releasing inside you. You caught your breath as his body went slack, his chest heaving as he gazed down at you.Ā
āSorry, I donāt know if I was good,ā you blushed. Simon gave you a half-lidded grin before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.Ā
āDonāt worry, youāll get better. Weāll just have to try again next time,ā he beamed. Your heart fluttered at the prospect of next time. Simon hummed before kissing along your jaw. Your pussy clenched around his softening cock.Ā
Next time might be sooner than you thought.Ā
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car troubles | james kelly x reader
word count: 2.6k
warnings: MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, age gap, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl etc), very brief dry humping, a lottt of banter, mention of masturbation, cockwarming (?), afab reader
summary: your neighbor james kelly fixes your car for you while you're home alone.
a/n: i lowkey don't like this fic š but it's probably not as bad as i think it is, BUT hopefully you guys enjoy it more than me :)
it was a blessing and a curse for owning an old car. it was a curse since issues flared up so frequently, but it was also a blessing because it prompted your neighbor, james kelly, to fix it for free.
james was hunched over your car's hood, with a number of tools arranged next to him.
"i doubt this'll take long at all. you just have a dead battery, and maybe a few other mishaps but other than that your car is fine." james explains.
"sounds great. thanks again for fixing my car." you give him a friendly smile. james quickly returns the smile, followed by a small laugh.
"of course, you can always count on me for these kinds of things."
"noted." I fiddle with my fingers nervously before turning away.
"i'll just be inside so just come get me if you need anything."
"alright, will do"
he gives a small nod as he watches you disappear inside. his attention turns back to the vehicle.
ever since your family moved into your home when you were 15 years old, you'd always had a small crush on james. but after you entered college and spent so much time away from home, he had aimlessly plagued your thoughts.
you didn't mean for it to happen, but he just always managed to be the only person you'd think about when you're in bed by yourself. thinking about his tall frame, his long, slender fingers, and the way his arms would shine with sweat from fixing cars all day long always sent a flash of heat through your body.
some time passes and you hear a faint knocking at your back window, followed by the door creaking open just a tad.
"hey, she should be good to go now." he spoke to you as you sit at your kitchen island.
"that was quick, usually the shop takes like, 2 hours. i'm impressed." you chuckle. james gives you a smile and a shrug.
"no need to flatter me sweetheart, I've been doin' this forever."
a shortly lived tinge of arousal goes straight to your core after hearing the sudden petname. it always surprises you when he calls you something other than your name because he rarely ever does.
"if you want you could stay and rest for a little while." you had articulated the plan earlier that day of keeping him in your home while your parents were out, just to see where it would go.
"You wouldn't mind?" james' tired, weary expression lit up and he seemed more hopeful than he had in a while.
"I wouldn't be intruding on anything?" he nervously asked.
"not at all, it's just me here anyways. my dad's at work," you explain, flashing him an innocent smile.
"there's fresh lemonade in the fridge, and if you'd like you can use the shower, i know how hot it is outside."
james cleared his throat and looked over towards you.
"that'd be really nice, actually."
you didn't think it would be so easy to have such a smart man like james fall into your trap, but somehow it worked perfectly. he was in your house, and was about to use your shower. the only thing that was on your mind was simply how much of a genius you are.
"the bathroom's right upstairs, here i'll take you," he follows you upstairs and you lead him to the bathroom.
"there's the shower, soap, shampoo all that stuff." you explain as james stands awkwardly beside you.
"sounds good, thank you i really appreciate it." his voice sounds sincere and soft.
"its no problem really, take as long as you need, i'll just be in my room." you walk out the door before closing it behind you. soon, you hear the sounds of water running from the showerhead.
eventually, you hear the bathroom door open and a small cloud of steam escaping the doorway.
james spots you laying on your bed wearing tiny blue shorts, and a small white tee.
his mouth suddenly goes dry and millions of thoughts begin to swarm around in his mind.
how could you just lay there and look so perfect?
james has been a nervous wreck ever since he arrived at your house. he knew it was wrong to be so attracted to you because of the obvious age gap, but he just couldn't help himself.
he's seen you in so many ways, so many times; outside in the pool wearing nothing but a bikini, laying in the grass wearing your skimpy shorts and tank top casually trying to get a tan, he's even watched you change your clothes right in front of your bedroom window.
he always saved those mental images of you so he could fuck his fist later on.
james clears his throat and looks over at you, standing awkwardly at your doorway.
"oh hey." you smile. james glances over your room and notices your college flag plastered on your wall.
"college huh?" he points at the flag and begins walking towards your bed.
"yeah, I'm almost done actually." you reply sitting up and swinging your legs across the side of your bed.
"how much longer do you have?" he crosses his arms and leans against the wall.
"about 6 months? i'm so ready for it to be over," you sigh heavily.
"did you go to college?" you ask him.
"trade school." james nods
"i figured, you don't seem like you were the frat boy type." you joke.
james' face lights up in amusement as he laughs a little walking over to you. he decides to take a seat right next to you on your bed
"yeah... no. definitely not the frat boy type. never saw the appeal in them."
"me neither they can be obnoxious, can't stand them." you explain. an awkward silence stills before you both.
he looks at you, the corner of his mouth curling slightly in anticipation.
"you must have boyfriends back at college, don't you?" his slight change in tone and lift in confidence makes you a little nervous.
"oh no, i-i don't, college guys aren't really my...thing." you stutter. your gaze lingers on james, drinking his presence in.
his hair, still wet from the shower, glistened in the sunlight coming through the window. you could drool on the spot at the sight of his broad shoulders, muscles barely peeking out of from under his gray t-shirt.
"then what is your 'thing'." james shifts his body to face you more.
you shrug and shake your head.
"i don't know, i guess i just always went for older guys." you confess. you knew it was slightly obvious what you were suggesting but it was now or never.
a sly smirk appears on james' face before speaking again.
"really?"
"always have." you look down at your legs quickly. the way james was staring at made you feel like you were on fire.
"do you like anyone in particular?" james was itching at some kind of answer that could miraculously allude to himself.
"that's confidential." you try to avoid looking at him so he doesn't see the obvious blush spread across your cheeks.
"right, right." james had a small grin on his face as you revealed the answer.
he was almost giddy with joy. he knew what he wanted to hear, but he never expected you still had feelings for him.
"it's dumb, i know," a wave of embarrassment rushes through your body and you immediately regret admitting something so elementary.
"i'm sorry if it bothers you i don't-" james cuts you off
"it doesn't bother me."
"it doesn't?" james shakes his head and smiles slightly.
"no, does it bother you?"
"no." he begins leaning towards you slowly and your brain shuts down completely.
james was close enough to feel your breath as you spoke. his face was a few inches away from yours, and he was looking straight into your eyes.
there was a long pause for a moment. It was as if james thought you were gonna do something.
his voice was a little quiet as he spoke his next words.
"good."
james finally closes the gap between you and presses his lips softly against yours.
a tingle went up his spine as your lips came into contact with his. he had never anticipated this, but it felt different. it felt right.
his hand reached to touch your face and he pulled you in closer slowly, your bodies connecting more and more as he leaned into you.
the kiss deepens and a small whimper erupts in your throat.
james noticed the noise you made and smiles against your lips. his big hands grab your thighs and pulls you onto his lap.
he gently pulled you closer to his body again, his arm wrapped around your waist, and his other arm reached to caress your body as both of your lips touched.
james' lips connect to your neck, nipping at the skin along your jawline.
you moan slightly and subconsciously rut your hips against his.
he let out a groan as he gently broke the embrace to look at you.
"needy girl." he teases.
james grabs your hips and moves them harder against his center. he began kissing your neck as you rested in the position he held you in.
you feel his hand suddenly slip into your underwear.
"oh, sweetheart," james breathes out. he could feel how wet and needy you were for him
a pathetic whine escapes your lips as his finger draws antagonizingly slow circles around your clit.
"james please, i need you." the words that escaped your lips sent a jolt of electricity through his body.
he kept kissing your neck, his hand slither up your shirt, caressing and pinching at your nipples.
your words sent him over the edge and he let out a soft groan.
you needed so much more than his single finger. you mindlessly began to toy with the waistband of his pants, itching to just rip them off of him completely.
james was more than ready to let your hands do there work, as he lifted up his hips slightly.
"can i take these off?" james asks you softly, he begins pushing your shorts down your thighs.
you nod your head quickly and discard your shorts along with your shirt leaving you only in your underwear.
james' eyes shoot straight down to your chest.
"so perfect for me," he coos as he quickly latches his mouth onto one of your nipples, soon leaving little purple bruises on them. your eyes squeeze shut as you feel his tongue flicking against the bud.
the sound of a belt hitting the ground makes you jump slightly.
"i can't wait any longer." james mutters against your lips before pressing his mouth against yours.
his fast hands move your underwear to the side.
the feeling of his cock finally entering your dripping hole made your head fall onto his shoulder and a long breathy moan fall from your lips.
you can feel james' body shudders under you.
"oh, fuck," james waits a few seconds before finally thrusting upwards, moving your hips to meet his simultaneously.
the sound of yours and james' moans followed by the slight slapping of skin filled the air of your bedroom.
"you feel so good baby, so good for me."
if james kept speaking to you in that velvety tone you were sure that you were gonna cum a lot quicker than expected.
your mind was completely empty, not a single thought popped into your brain.
that was soon interrupted by the sound of your cellphone.
"it's my dad." you tell james urgently but he continues to litter your neck with small kisses and bites.
"answer it."
you stare at him blankly, the annoying ringtone still erupting from your phone.
your fingers hesitate for a moment before accepting the call and pressing your phone up to your ear.
"hey dad." you try to stiffle a moan as james begins thrusting up into you again.
it was so difficult trying to contain your moans while still trying to have a conversation with your dad.
"yeah, james came over mm-" your hand flies to your mouth.
you could feel james smirk against your neck as he continues to thrust into you at a faster pace.
"no-sorry, it was a cough."
he was relentless with his hunger for you, and didn't want to keep it at bay.
"be quiet baby, we don't need daddy hearing how good i'm making you feel hm?"
his voice was suddenly filled with a deep and lustful tone, but you loved it.
james heard the talking from your phone but it didn't distract him, it only sent a tinge of excitement in his heart.
he let his hands to roam all over your body, causing goosebumps to spread all over your body.
"he did a great job, the car...the car should be ok now."
your dad just kept talking. completely oblivious to what was happening on the other side of the phone.
james grins widely and let out a quiet moan, feeling your pussy squeeze around him.
his lips left your neck and he let his head lean back on the headboard. he didn't even stop his advances as he heard your dad talking. he just enjoyed seeing you try your hardest to stay quiet as he abused your cunt.
your dad finally says his goodbyes after asking a million questions regarding james' visit and you have never felt so relieved.
"that was a close one." james chuckled.
you let out an exasperated laugh, still not able to fully function. especially now that his fingers begin rubbing furiously at your clit, causing you to moan louder and buck your hips harder against his.
"j-james..." your body was shaking uncontrollably. that familiar not began to form in your stomach and fiery heat began to spread through your legs.
"you gonna cum for me pretty girl?" he taunts.
your face contorts in pleasure as you try to muster up any words that come to mind.
"m'so close-"
"i know baby i know, me too." the grip he has on your thighs grows firmer and his nails begin to dig harshly into your skin.
"come on sweetheart, give it to me." james thrusts harder into you, swiftly hitting your sweet spot everytime.
your walls clench around his cock as you cum, earning a loud, throaty groan from james. his warm seed coats your insides, leaving you feeling full and absolutely satisfied.
"there you go," james coaxes you through your orgasm.
james felt your sweat covered body collapse onto his and he kissed your forehead softly.
he kept his arms wrapped around your back, holding you close to him.
"are you okay?" was the first thing that came out of his mouth after a moment.
"mhm, m'ok" you flash james a tired smile.
he slowly opened his eyes as well and kissed your forehead. he let out another sigh as his arms were still wrapped around you.
then he spoke again, his voice filled with curiosity.
"so...what did your dad want to talk about?" he asked softly, still laying back on the bed with you on top of him.
"he was just asking if you had already come over and everything," you let out a snort.
"i definitely came." you look up at james to see a cocky smile across his face.
"stop," you giggle and slap his arm playfully.
"he also mentioned that he would be staying an extra hour at work."
james' demeanor shifted once you told him the good news of your dad staying longer at work.
"good," james leaned forward and kissed you again, grabbing your hand and pulled you down to the bed.
his hands slowly traveled down to your thighs, and he caressed it slightly before pulling your legs apart and situating himself in between them.
"because i'm not done with you yet."
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tbh imagine reader trying to get like a soda or a bag of chips or something from a vending machine and it gets stuck
she doesn't even try kicking or yelling at the machine or anything, js knocking and softly talking to it like "hello? please come out šš"
she's just tapping on the glass so delicately and manifesting that her food miraculously falls down so she can get it but obviously that doesn't work š
hotch js standing there and staring at her half assed attempts to get her food unstuck as he makes fun of her in his head
If you glanced up at the glass above you you'd catch Hotch's reflection in it, but you're much too focused on the silver ring that's stubbornly clinging to your potato chips mere inches from the dispenser of the vending machine. You've kneeled to look at it, as if your pleading gaze will convince it to let gravity take its course, but the ring refuses to release its grip.
"Please let go," You beg it, and Hotch has heard you use the same tone when speaking to children during cases. Sensitive subjects call for sensitive approaches, but Aaron thinks the machine needs a good jostle, not a tender croon.
"Hello?" You tap your pointer finger against the glass by the knuckle, nowhere near enough force behind it to free your snack, "Please, please come out."
Aaron can't watch anymore. He wants to bite his tongue until it bleeds, caught up by how endearing your endless care is, and how frustratingly futile your attempts are. He's not sure whether he needs to dent the vending machine with his shoe or buy you a family sized bag of the chips you're trying to persuade out of the machine. He settles for a calm mixture of both, stepping up behind you and clearing his throat to announce his presence.
You look up at him forlornly, "The machine ate my dollar. And my chips got stuck."
"Here," He offers, pulling a wrinkled bill out of his own wallet. You stay crouched, brows furrowed as he types in the code for your chips. When he prompts the machine to spit another bag out, yours and his fall at the same time, and you plunge your hand into the receptacle eagerly.
"Thank you!" You gush, springing to your feet and pushing his own bag of chips towards him, "Hotch, you're a lifesaver."
"You can have them," He shakes his head, trying to keep his smile from growing too bright as he chuckles, "You're more delicate than I would have been. I think I'd have tried kicking it."
"I'm wearing flats," You stick your foot out towards him, showcasing the thin-walled shoes that would surely collapse on your toes if you jammed them against the metal machine, "Plus I don't wanna kick it. It didn't mean to take my chips. Are you sure you don't want any?" You ask him, eyes shimmering slightly with worry, "They're really good, Hotch. You'd like them."
He doesn't want to take them away from you, but he finds that he can't quite say no to your reasoning; if you care about him enough to recommend one of your favorite snacks to him, who would he be to deny your care?
"I could go for a snack," He folds, plucking the shiny package from your hand, "You shouldn't eat at your desk, though."
Really, he hadn't been fishing for any sort of invitation. But when you beam at him, already backing away towards the elevator bay, and you ask, "Wanna take a walk with me, Hotch?" He finds he can't say no.
So, chips in hand and wallet one dollar lighter, Aaron's face curves into a warm smile, and he lets you lead the way into an elevator.
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charles watching his wife and daughter at his interview in the fanzone today, and then as soon as Alia got fussy and they began to walk away he was super serious, keeping his eye on them. at one point a few fans got a bit too excited and you should have SEEN how upset he was, he left the stage and made sure security attended to his family until he could get to them and make sure they were safe.
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I know we werenāt there to watch in person like we originally planned but we are so proud of you honey! I know Alia was happy to see you when you got home, I swear you can tire her out better than me most days. we love you so much and canāt wait to see you keep winningā¤ļø
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i think you'll do well with requests bc they seem to be popular in the fanfic side of tumblr! but even if it doesn't take off that quick, at least that'll be less overwhelming bc some ppl can be so demanding....anyways, i hope the best for you in this new journey haha š
me personally, i'm not very creative so i'll leave the details to the professionals (aka you) but i'd like to req something from minho's pov. i think those type of stories are SEVERELY lacking in the lee know fics department lol š„² it could be a childhood friends to lovers where he is pining for oc but he has a lot of self esteem issues and thinks she's not interested in him. also a big softie and just all around head over heels for her. you can add your magic! (if this is even remotely interesting enough to write lol i just want a minho pov tbh shsjjfjdjdj š)
light years.
summary: three times minho bites his tongue, and one time you don't let him.
pairing: minho x f!reader
genre/warnings: childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst; kissing, cursing, so much pining i could hurl. could this have been more edited? oh absolutely lmao but i actually don't hate it sooo this is what we're going with :p
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note: to the first anon, thank you so much for your kind words! :') and i'm sorry that this took me longer than expected. i was trying to figure out what i wanted to write for your prompt but then i got the second request with the song and i thought they would go nicely together hehehehe i hope the both of you enjoy thissss
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I'm not sure what it means to love
But I blink kind of slow around you
I'm not sure what it means to love
But I'll grow wherever you do
What that means, I don't have a clue
I'm Not Sure - Margeaux Beylier
One.
Minho is 18 years old, and he doesn't know what love is, doesn't really care for it at all.
While his friends are out there wrapped in the clutches of young love - the kind that blooms with stolen glances in classrooms and sticky notes passed in secrecy, Minho finds it simply unnecessary. He doesn't understand it whenever Hyunjin whines about not having a girlfriend because they're still young, they've got all the time in the world for romance later down the line. It's not the end of the world like Hyunjin laments it is.
Minho has his own life to prioritize. College is starting after the summer and he still needs to figure out how he's going to cope with the absence of his cats once he moves away. He's got dancing and he's got his other hobbies to keep him fulfilled and occupied.
And above all, he's got you.
You're getting ready for your sister's wedding when it happens for the first time. Or rather, when it doesn't happen.
You step back into the room where Minho is waiting for you on the sofa, his gaze resting idly on the screen of his phone, scrolling absentmindedly through his friends' group chat even though he has no interest in whatever they're talking about. You cough lightly to indicate your return after disappearing into the bathroom minutes prior to change into your dress. He looks up upon your soft announcement, and when his eyes settle on you, he swears it feels like an invisible force has collided with his chest and knocked all of the air from his lungs.
Throughout all his years of knowing you, inseparable from childhood until now, Minho has never seen you like this - all dolled up with your hair falling over your collarbones, cascading over your shoulders in soft waves that beckons him to run his fingers through. The light blue dress hugs you beautifully, the silky material catching the light from outside the window every time you shift on your feet under his steady gaze.
"So...?" you ask, moving your arms awkwardly behind your back like you're not sure what to do with them. "What do you think?"
What does he think?
Minho thinks you might just be the prettiest girl in the world. He thinks he must have been an idiot his whole life, to have spent most of his waking hours beside you and not once has he noticed how truly breathtaking you are. He thinks about the feeling that spreads in the pit of his stomach, sends warmth throughout his body and makes his heartbeat race a million miles an hours.
Your best friend blinks slowly as he savors the warmth that he's never experienced before. It's similar to the feeling you get when you're sitting under the shade of a big tree on a summer's day. It's comparable to the satisfied tranquility you get after you've just finished a hearty meal. A little hazy in your contentment.
It's not until you probe with a pointed Well? that Minho realizes he's been staring at you in silence for a few minutes now. He swallows thickly, willing away the words that he wants to say but they get lodged in his throat. He reckons it's weird to verbalize them, because it's not how the two of you function. You don't often utter that kind of sentiment out loud and he doesn't either. Never have and likely never will.
In the end, he bites his tongue. "You look presentable," is what he settles on.
You roll your eyes, then reward him with a laugh.
Minho doesn't care about love. He only cares about you.
Two.
Minho is 21 years old, and he's gotten used to his heart beating erratically whenever he's in your presence.
Three years flew by in the blink of an eye, and graduation is just around the corner. You've always done well in school, straight A student with a track record that most could only dream to have. You put in the hours, you do the work. You deserve everything that you've achieved.
But it's been a challenging few months for you both, being seniors and all. He's had to watch you struggle to stay on top of your classes while also having to slave over a thesis 24/7 until you were sure it was perfect. It reduced you to tears a few times, and Minho was there to hold your hand through it all.
He held you in his comforting embrace when you wanted to give up. He made you dinner when you were too immersed in your schoolwork to notice that you'd forgotten to eat. He was your biggest support system; if it weren't for him, you don't know if you would've made it through.
It's hot outside today, a little unbearable but not uncharacteristic for June. Minho waits in a familiar hallway, the same hall that he's walked past for hundreds of times over the past few years, the same hall that he won't see again once he holds a degree in his hands in only a few weeks' time.
As he sits on an old wooden bench, he bounces his leg as if he's one of the people in the classrooms that line the hall. He doesn't have to be on campus today, but here he is regardless because you're scheduled for your thesis defense this morning. You're in one of those rooms, probably also bouncing your leg from the overwhelming nerves. Minutes feel like hours; you went in there a while ago after he had sent you off with a pat on the head and an encouraging Godspeed.
He's nervous for you, but he's sure that you'll do great. Years of hard work accumulating in what must be the most important moment of your academic journey. You even stayed up all night last night, refusing to sleep a wink just to revise your arguments and talking points.
Minho's head snaps up instantly as he hears a door creak open, the sound of it reverberating throughout the empty hallway like a gong announcing your return from battle. It takes you a few seconds to step out of the room and into his line of sight. He can't see you very well with all this distance between you, but he can still make out the way your frame is visibly shaking with every step you take. He rises to his feet, and you break into a sprint.
He opens his arms wide - a hug of consolation or congratulations, he doesn't know yet - but he still can't seem to brace himself for the collision. You run straight into his embrace, your warms wounding around his middle tightly. Minho feels your tremors, hears your sniffles from where you're pressing your cheek against his shoulder.
"How did it go?" he asks gently.
You start crying then, and he doesn't know if the tears that his shirt is soaking up are those of joy or of grief, but he holds you through it anyway. He swears he can feel every single beat of your heart, hammering so wildly as you're pressed against him like you could sink into him if only you'd push just a little bit more.
"I passed," you say in between sobs. "I got an A."
Minho heaves out the breath that he's been holding ever since you entered that classroom, but it's not like he had any doubt about it to begin with. He hugs you tighter than he's ever had before, and he loves you just the same.
You two must look so dramatic, all wrapped up together in your own little bubble, but who the fuck cares? Although, when another student passes by and coughs, you do break away from him, a little embarrassed for a second.
Even with your hair all mussed up and your flushed cheeks stained with tears, he still thinks you look the same as you did when you were 18 at your sister's wedding. The prettiest girl in the world.
Minho wipes away the wetness on your face with his sleeves, then swipes with gentle thumbs at the moisture that's gathered along your lash lines.
"Holy fucking shit," you breathe out, your shoulders sagging with evident relief, so much more relaxed now that you've done it. "I can't believe it's finally over."
Your best friend can't entirely agree, because he's always believed in you. He's had faith in you since the beginning, since you were mere children laughing and crying together on the playground. You were meant to do great things, this was always crystal clear to Minho.
I love you, he thinks as he smooths a hand over your hair, his chest swelling with nothing but pride and fondness for you. You did so well.
But it's not what he ends up telling you. He swallows it down, washes it away with a dose of regret and longing. He's still not the type to express sappy sentiments, and he's grown accustomed to adoring you only in secret.
"Let's go," he says softly. "I'll buy you dinner."
Minho is still young, he's still got his whole life ahead of him, but he knows what love is now. He knows that it's you.
Three.
Minho is 24 years old, and he finds it hard to make peace with the fact that you're starting to get out there, that you're finally going on dates now that academics aren't taking up most of your time anymore.
To be fair, none of the guys you've seen have been graced with a second date, and Minho thanks his lucky stars whenever you return from a night out and text him a simple Not it. He knows that it wasn't your decision in the first place, that your mom and your sister have been setting you up on blind dates because they want to see you bring a boyfriend home.
You complain about it all the time, whining about how you're not interested but your family is adamant on it. Minho is well aware, and yet, there's a part of him that's a little shaken, because what if? What if the universe miscalculates and the stars misalign just enough in his misfortune for you to cross paths with someone who's absolutely perfect for you? Someone who's a good man that can give you what you've always deserved to have.
He really doesn't know what he would do if that happens. When it happens?
He doesn't know why you're here tonight either, sitting on a chair on the other side of his kitchen island in a pretty dress when you're supposed to be going on a date in half an hour. The guy apparently works for a big record label, some producer that your sister knows through a friend of a friend.
You look indifferent, kind of bored, as you watch Minho makes dinner for himself. "You seem miserable," he comments, taking a quick break from chopping vegetables to glance up at you. You do look a bit miserable, but you're still the most beautiful in his eyes.
You throw your head back and groan loudly, "Because I am. God, I don't know why they keep making me do this. These guys always give nothing."
"Please elaborate."
"They're all boring suits with tedious routines." you say, and as absentminded as your tone is, it sounds a little pointed to Minho's ears. "They don't make me laugh."
Do they not make you laugh, or do they not make you laugh more than I can?
"Then don't go," he snickers, though there's no humor in his voice at all. "These guys sound like duds. Just tell your sister to fuck off."
"Do you mean that? Do you really think I shouldn't go?"
And there's something in your gaze, something so suddenly expectant in the way you're looking at him that makes Minho wonder. If he says yes, would you listen? Would you stay here with him? Would you stay here for him?
I'm serious. Don't go. You can have this and I'll make myself ramyeon. Just be here with me.
You both stare at each other on either side of his kitchen island for an infinite stretch of time. He feels like your eyes are trying to tell him something that he can't decipher, as if they're sending him signals in a language that he never learned how to read.
For a second there, he indulges himself. He pretends that you're only asking because you want to hear him say it. That you want him to put up a fight and not let you go.
But he bites his tongue because it's become a bad habit. A habit that he can't shake because he simply doesn't have the courage to do so. Because if you stay here tonight, looking like that under the cozy lighting of his living room, he might just spill his secrets and he wouldn't be able to take it when reality comes crashing down and you end up telling him that you've never felt the same way.
"I'm kidding," he musters up the words, and tries to plaster on a smile for your sake, even though he's not sure if you really believe it. "You're dressed up anyway. Go and get a free fancy dinner, if anything."
Minho knows what love is, but his love has always lived in the shadows, his longing has only existed in the dark that it terrifies him just thinking about it meeting the light.
Four.
Minho is 26 years old, and he's been a coward for the better part of a decade.
Maybe he's loved you for even longer, but he has spent the past eight years head over heels in love with you, and not once has he done anything about it. Never been able to gather enough courage to ask you out, never even hinted at his feelings for you. He loves you from his place by your side and yet, you've never known.
He loves you the most, but he loves you in the worst way that a person can love another - he loves you in silence.
You're the prettiest girl in the world, and Lee Minho is a pathetic coward.
All these years, he's kept quiet and for what? There's always a spot reserved for him right next to you and yet, it feels like he can only watch you from the sidelines, far away from where it really matters, because he doesn't think he can fit into your life the way he truly wants. You taught him what love was, and love, to Minho, is unattainable. Something he can spend the rest of his life yearning for but won't ever have.
Love hurts. Sometimes, all love does is hurt.
"I would've taken you to a nice restaurant if you asked, you know," he says, putting a chocolate cupcake on the coffee table in front of you before he sits down next to you on the fluffy carpet of your living room. He pulls out a candle next, placing it right in the center of the sweet treat.
Your gaze follows his hand has he lights the candle, your eyes glinting with excitement as though you're a child again and your favorite day of the year is still your birthday. The tiny flame curves and bends, dancing to a rhythm that looks like only you can hear. You watch the candle like it's magic, while Minho just watches you, thinking the same thing.
He watches as you close your eyes and clasp your hands together for the theatrics, then you blow out the flame seconds later with a swift breath.
You turn to him with a smile, "I don't need a nice restaurant. This is perfect."
He blinks, and there's that warmth simmering in his belly again. He first felt it when he was 18, and he feels it now. He feels it almost every moment that he spends with you, and he reckons it's only reasonable, because you're his home personified and love can still be beautiful even when it hurts. There's his heart racing again, but that's nothing new to Minho.
He muses over your words. Perfect. Just one simple word is enough to get his hopes up in a way that it really shouldn't.
Your definition of a birthday well spent is in your cozy apartment, eating takeout pizza with your best friend. Perfect, to you, is him baking you a singular chocolate cupcake upon your request and being with him within these four walls, where his fingers occasionally brush yours when you sit next to each other.
Oh, Minho would follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked him to.
He clears his throat lightly, breaking away from your gaze that's full of gratitude and childlike wonder. "What did you wish for?"
"I'm not gonna tell you. It won't come true then."
Wishes don't come true anyway, he thinks, but obviously he won't say it out loud to you, and on your birthday no less. Instead, he diverts his attention to the cupcake, subconsciously tonguing his cheek as he takes a small chunk of the sweet and offers it to you.
You let him feed you even though your eyes are narrowed. "What was that look?" you ask.
"What look?"
"You had a look."
"No, I didn't," Minho insists.
"Yes, you did. You wanted to say something, didn't you?"
He shrugs, popping a piece of cupcake into his own mouth. The answer is yes, he did want to say something, but if you want to get technical about it, then he's wanted to say something for years now. He asks you the same thing every birthday, What did you wish for?, and you would refuse to tell him every time.
"Wishes don't come true," he verbalizes it this time, with a voice that's lighthearted on purpose despite knowing that you wouldn't take it that seriously either way.
You roll your eyes. "Now you're just being pessimistic."
"What? I'm speaking from experience."
"You've never had a birthday wish come true?"
"My birthday wishes haven't come true since I was 18."
Minho feels your eyes on the side of his face, and when you remain quiet for a beat too long, he turns his attention back to you. "What?"
"How do you know they didn't come true?"
"Because..."
Because you've been my wish for almost a decade now. I didn't use to believe in wishes but I always believed in you. Every year, I wish for you to look at me the way I look at you, but it never comes true. Every year, I wish that you would love me back, not just as a friend, but you never do. You are my wish, but you're also the very reason why I know wishes don't come true.
Then he's laughing, but nothing is remotely funny about this. It's your birthday and suddenly all he can think about is how much it stings to be reminded that you're the only thing he'll ever wish for, and still, maybe this simple wish is absurd enough that the universe will never grant him what he truly wants.
"Never mind," he says. "This whole thing is silly."
There he goes, biting his tongue again. Coward.
"No, what were you going to say?"
"You're so bossy today," Minho pretends to complain.
"It's my birthday. Tell me," you press on, and suddenly he can't find any appreciation for your stubbornness that he's adored all his life. You keep your eyes fixed on him when all he wants to do is hide from you.
What is he supposed to say to you? What can he even say? That he's spent more than a third of his life hopelessly enamored with you? That the second he utters any of this out loud, he knows it will be the end of your friendship?
And Minho can't afford to lose you. Even if it hurts, he would rather let love hurt than live in the absence of you.
"Eat your cupcake," he says instead. "I'll get some ice cream."
He makes a move to get up, and the bad habit further cements its place in his subconscious. He's always running away from you when you're supposed to be the person he can be the most open with. This is how he knows he doesn't deserve you.
But you reach for his wrist and it makes him still, the feeling of your hand sliding downward to hold onto his fingers. He's used to the feeling of your smaller hand in his, used to how he can hear his heartbeat in his ears whenever you lace your fingers together.
What he isn't accustomed to, is the look on your face this very second, akin to the one you wore two years ago as you sat on the other side of his kitchen island, asking him if you should go.
Expectant and hopeful; you're holding something back too.
The words that slip from your lips are ones that he never imagined you would say to him.
"I've waited for you long enough."
His poor excuse of retrieving ice cream is all but forgotten as he stares at you, doe-eyed and despairingly confused. "What is that supposed to mean?"
You take a breath, and Minho wonders if this is how he looked every time he wanted to say something only to back down in the end.
Then it all comes rushing out.
"For a while, I thought there might've been something between us, something more than just friendship. I don't know why I thought that, I just had a feeling. On the day of our graduation, I thought you would finally kiss me or at least say something, but you didn't. Whenever I went on dates, I wanted you to tell me not to go, that I was wasting my time with those guys that couldn't make me laugh because they weren't you. You never said anything, you never did anything. I waited every birthday just like I waited tonight. You're still holding it over me and I'm starting to wonder if you really love me too or if I imagined everything this whole time."
Your voice gets smaller toward the end, almost as if the uncertainty takes over you the longer he remains silent. He doesn't have the words for it, doesn't really have the mental capacity to process all of what you just professed. Years and years of longing, of hoping that you would come running into his arms the same way you did on the morning of your thesis defense, and it turns out that you were always the one waiting for him to reach you.
If you really love me too.
Your fingers start to loosen around his but Minho doesn't let you get away, not now and not ever again. Not when he finally knows that he's burnt up enough of your time just because he was too stuck in his head to see that you were holding a hand out for him all along.
He pulls you into his orbit and he likes to imagine that somewhere out there in the infinite universe, two stars collide when he kisses you for the first time, long overdue but still heavenly nonetheless.
He's crying but you don't seem to mind the tears. You're kissing him back and it's really all that matters. He can't think straight but he adores you to the point that his lungs ache.
"I love you," he mumbles against your lips. The sentiment comes out clumsy, half coherent but wholeheartedly sincere. "I'm sorry. I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you."
You're the one who breaks the kiss first, with your hand on his chest gently pushing him away. Panic instantly shoots through him like a lightning strike. These are the words he's been holding back for years, did he not even say them right? Did he fuck things up yet again?
You brush the tears from his cheeks, your voice so impossibly soft when you ask, "Do you mean it?"
Minho splinters into a million pieces, of course he does.
Your name falls from his lips, sounding like a prayer, like the most tender plea that's ever been uttered, "I love you the most. I'm so in love with you that it hurts. I've been yours for so long and I never said anything. Fuck, I-I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm sorry. I-"
You bring his face to yours once more, shushing him with a kiss that makes him putty in your hands. You tell him that it's okay, and you kiss him like you forgive him. The world could be ending right now, and he doesn't think that either of you would even care very much.
Because you're the only wish of his life, and you kiss him as though you want to make up for the lost years. Because Minho feels like he's 18 again and you're the most beautiful girl in the world, wearing a smile that leaves him breathless in the most wonderful way possible.
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HIII omg ive been looking for a hxh blog for a WHILE thereās barely any thatās very activeššokok so since iām a kurapika simp could you write headcanons and IF YOU WANTT, a mini scenario of jealous kurapika? hmm if you want an idea it could be smth like the reader has a guy bsf and kura got jealous from the lack of attention :(( THANK YOUU!
JEALOUS, JEALOUS BOY!
hxh main 4 x fem!reader
characters included: kurapika, leorio, killua, gon
i absolutely will, i have always loved jealousy prompts!! iāve got several of these asks so far, so iāll just kill multiple birds with one stone and go ahead and put them all together into a list of headcanons
not beta read āļø
kurapikaā
WHEN HEāS JEALOUSā¦
Heād be quiet in the moment, withdrawing himself from the conversation while staying by your side.
You most likely wouldnāt notice it right away because he is naturally a quiet personā
The most he would do is send a glare at the man taking all of your attention away, but other than that heād avoid conflict.
As soon as you two were alone in a private setting, he would be much more clingy than usual
Which, in of itself would be unusual, as heās not the type to be so physically attatched.
Perhaps it was his more possessive side coming out to play, but it certainly was new.
WHEN YOUāRE JEALOUSā¦
Heād know. Out of all of the main four, heād pick it up fastest.
If the conversation wasnāt important, heād find a way to end it quickly, to save you the jealousy.
If it is, he probably wouldnāt speed through it quite as much, but heād place his hand on the small of your back,
His little way of assuring you heās all yours.
Heād bring it up once you were alone, assuring you that he only had eyes for you.
leorioā
WHEN HEāS JEALOUSā¦
Youād feel his hand slide around your waist, looking up to see him staring at the other person
It was weird, youād never seen him likeā¦ this!
If he was actively speaking in the conversation, every sentence referring to you would include some form of a pet name.
You couldāve sworn he said the words honey & babe at LEAST seven times
Once at home, heād remind you who you loved most, pressing kisses to your flushed face.
WHEN YOUāRE JEALOUSā¦
Oh boy.
Heād be so proud, honestly. You loved him enough to be jealous? Heart melted.
Youād take his hand, tightly pressing your palms together and squeezing.
Itād take him a while to realize youād been giving the other girl nasty looks for a few minutes, but once he did, he chuckled.
Heād make an excuse, wave goodbye to the poor girl, and then turn his attention to you.
āWoah, babe. If looks could kill..ā Heād joke about it for a while, but in the end, heād assure you thereās nobody he loves more.
killuaā
WHEN HEāS JEALOUSā¦
Heād be extremely mean. Not to you, but to the man you were speaking to.
Killua is naturally really sarcastic, but he takes it to a whole other level.
Scoffing whenever the man made a joke, crossing his arms and looking away when you laugh.
He might use his assassin lineage to scare the other man away, but itās rare he would need it.
Heās scary enough.
After freaking out the other man to the point where heād left, heād flick your forehead and roll his eyes. āThat guy was looking at you weird!ā
WHEN YOUāRE JEALOUSā¦
You wouldnāt know that he knew.
Not until the day afterwards, when thereās a chocolate robot laying beside your head when you wake up.
Itās his way for apologizing, or just letting you know that he did, in fact, know you were jealous
When asked, heād shrug it off.
gonā
WHEN HEāS JEALOUSā¦
Gonās not the type of person to get jealous.
He simply just doesnāt. Itās not because he doesnāt care for you or anything.
Itās because heās too busy becoming friends with the new person!
Sure, he may pout if heās not very interested in the conversation being held, but thatās the most heād do.
WHEN YOUāRE JEALOUSā¦
Weāve all seen the movie.
Gon is oblivious, and remains to be that way unless you flat out tell him.
Feels bad for not realizing it earlier, but once told he tries his best to make it up to you.
Heād take you out on a date the next day, perhaps a picnic or something out in nature.
You canāt stay mad at him. After all, he just doesnāt pick up on these kinds of things very fast.
i hate how this got progressively shorterā¦ā¦ but wtv!!!
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