#but pausing at every frame and looking at their reactions is so pure

[neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies]

Anderperry fans hyper-analyse ever micropixel in dead poets society by watching it 12 times a day then try to find a reason why there is no happiness in their lives.

'Comfort movie' what comfort?

#dead poets society #neil perry #anderperry #todd anderson #let me pretend that I don't do that #but pausing at every frame and looking at their reactions is so pure #my boy todd is always hidden #his little dirty blond bob peeks through #meeks and his little radio #i meant radar oops

[kimstills]

was just thinking about how reader would definitely like to tease aaron after he gets some sort of glasses (either reading or blue light ones) by stealing them from him and trying them on as an innocent joke but aaron genuinely gets turned on watching them wear them fhdjsjwkwkw

sharing - aaron hotchner x fem!reader

content warnings: established relationship, riding, rough sex, mix of praise and dirty talk, groping, choking. word count: 964

aaron’s new reading glasses rest on the very tip of your nose, threatening to fall in between your bodies with every single thrust your boyfriend delivers.

you don’t know how you got yourself here, both knees on either side of aaron’s thighs with his dick buried deep inside you. his gaze was fixated on your flushed face and your dizzy expression as you did your best to meet his thrusts.

his reaction was primal, feral, almost, to the sight of you trying on his glasses for ‘fun’, resting the plastic frames on the very tip of your nose and looking up at him with a teasing, amused expression on your face.

now you sat on his lap, pajama shorts and panties pushed to the side as his cock drilled in to you from below. your mouth was agape, the moans that fell from your lips matching the same pace he had set himself to.

your hands were resting on his chest, the fabric of his shirt balled up in your fists as you felt how deep he was. how his tip brushed against that one sweet spot, sending you into pure ecstasy.

“a-aaron, baby,” you mumbled, closing your mouth for a moment as you felt drool threaten to spill from your lips, “please, please, please,”

the way you were babbling only made aaron go faster, big hands gripping your hips and spreading his legs as to spread your own, adjusting himself once more in order to pistol into your pussy even deeper.

a loud moan escaped from your mouth and echoed through the room, your head lolling down to rest on aaron’s shoulder. you gasp when the force in which your forehead knocked against hm makes the glasses finally slip from your nose and land in between your connected bodies.

you look up at aaron, mouth still open and eyes almost cross-eyed as you watch him look down at his fallen glasses.

“aaron, i’m—aaron!”

your apology is cut short when your boyfriend stops thrusting into you, making you whine when he pauses to reach for them and place them back on your nose.

“there we go,” aaron mumbles, taking a good look at you before leaning back even further in the couch. his hands find their place on your hips again, grinding your hips into his cock and grunting when you resumed the pace on your own, “good girl, taking me so well.”

reeling in the way you picked up your own pace desperately, his hands roamed the rest of your upper body, rubbing at your sides in an encouraging manner before fully lifting your shirt and tossing it over your head. he cupped your breasts in his palm, gripping and squeezing in such a possessive manner that had you pushing back into his palm.

“you look so good, honey,” he murmurs, leaning forward and connecting his lips to a nipple, the other hand fiddling with the sensitive bud, “wearing my glasses and riding me,”

your hips began to stutter from the attention he was giving your tits, breath labored and mind foggy from the way his tongue swirled around them, “baby, please m-move,” you begged, tugging at the short hairs from the back of his head before pushing his mouth closer.

aaron hummed, pressing a kiss and a soft bite to your other breast that had you hissing in pleasure before he reached back to grab at the hand that was holding his head in place. in a swift motion, he grabbed the other hand that rested on the couch’s armrest as a way to steady yourself and pinned them behind your back.

you were about to let out a whine of protest until he began thrusting another brutal pace into your soaking pussy, making you bounce in his lap.

your boyfriend watched as your breasts jiggled in motion with his pace, mouth open as breathy, pitched moans fell from your lips. your head was thrown back and his glasses had slipped to the very bottom of your nose, threatening to fall again.

“fuck, sweetheart, you’re a vision,” aaron groaned, unable to stop himself from snaking a hand up your throat, the other holding back both wrists as he squeezed at the sides of your throat, “you gonna come for me, honey?” he asks sweetly, a contrast from the way he was fucking you.

you nod, too occupied letting out sweet sounds that only edged aaron even further. you whispered his name over and over, managing whatever strength you had left to try and meet his thrusts one more time, whispers turning into loud moans as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten and tighten.

“come for me, pretty girl,” he encourages, “wanna see you come around my dick wearing my glasses, hm?”

“yes, yes, yes,” you murmur, reeling in the pleasure before you felt yourself come undone.

aaron watched in complete satisfaction, brows furrowed as he took in the way your body stuttered and shook as you rode out your orgasm. he grunted at the way your walls clenched around him, only spurring on his own high before he was spilling into you.

he delivered a few more ragged, sloppy thrusts, dick twitching inside you as he watched the plastic frames drop from your nose onto the midline of your upper lip. he reached for them, gently taking them off your face and setting them aside on the table next to the couch before cradling your body into his chest.

you complied, burying your face in the crook of his neck and humming in satisfaction from both your orgasms.

only a couple of moments of silence passed before you asked, “does this mean you’re gonna make me wear your glasses each time we have sex?”

aaron groans.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #spencer reid #david rossi #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #derek morgan #maddie’s stills

[oneforthemunny]

Hey hello (said in Eddie's voice) 👋🏼

Does janitor!Eddie, embarrassment, and smut tickle your fancy? Ngl he's one of my favorite versions of Eddie ever written.

xo @munson-blurbs

18+ smut

"What's wrong?" Eddie muttered, bangs tickling your own forehead, his brows creased in a frown of concern. He could feel your rigidness, your hesitancy with every kiss. It felt awkward- wrong.

"You alright? What's wrong?" Eddie pushed off his forearms, body still half slotted over yours, hovering over your frame.

Your cheeks burned with heat, gnawing on your bottom lip under his sweet gaze. "Yeah, no, I-I'm fine." You shook your head lightly. "Sorry, just had something on my mind."

Eddie's brows furrowed further. "What's on your mind?" He pressed lightly, his own heart skipping, beating uncomfortably in his own chest. This was all new, to both of you. In a relationship, but not yet established- not fully sure with the other yet.

You squirmed under his gaze, so soft but why did it leave you so vulnerable?

"I-It's nothing." You shook your head, gently grabbing at the hem of his shirt, balled fists trying to lure him back to you. "I'm sorry, let just forget-"

"No," Eddie pushed back gently. "Tell me what's wrong. I can tell you're... Just tell me." Eddie sighed softly. "Is it me? Something I'm doing?"

"No." You shook your head firmly. "No, it's n-not that. You're doing, like, really good." Eddie burned under your praise, chin ducking to his own chest, hidden by a waterfall of dark curls.

"I'm just- I forgot you were coming over." You admitted sheepishly, your heart lurching when Eddie's face fell, slowly sliding off your body to sit between your knees.

"Oh," Eddie muttered, hands covering his crotch lightly. Now didn't feel like the time to be sporting a semi. "I-I can leave. I'm sorry, I don't want you to feel like I'm in your way-"

"-No, Eddie, it's not that." You shook your head again, sitting up softly. "I want you here-I'm glad you are here. I just..." Eddie watched you, eyes scanning your features, like you were a puzzle he was determined to decipher.

"I didn't get to, like, prep the way I usually do when you come over." You muttered, looking down at your comforter. You couldn't meet his gaze, your own body burning with fiery embarrassment.

"What do you mean? I told you you didn't need to cook. I can order something if you're hungry, baby-"

"-No, not prep like that." You were frustrated with yourself, huffing lightly. "I-I just want you to know before we y'know. I-I didn't have time to shave."

You could barely meet Eddie's gaze, his bright, brown eyes still rounded and blinking. "And?" He pushed.

You frowned at him. "So, I didn't shave." You said again.

"Right." Eddie nodded.

A pause of uncomfortable silence that had you shifting lightly. "So I'm going to be hairy." You muttered. "A-And I didn't want you to go down there and be...shocked." Shocked was the one reaction you were hoping for, disgust was what you were expecting.

"Shocked by what?" Eddie's brows furrowed in confusion. You blistered in pure embarrassment. "The hair?"

"Eddie." You hissed lightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know- Just don't go down on me, ok? I'm sorry, I shoulda shaved-"

"- Wait. That's it? Hair?" Eddie's brows raised. "Baby, I thought something was wrong."

You were unsure, shifting a little nervously. "I just, I didn't want you to get freaked out-"

"-By hair?" Eddie scoffed lightly. "You seen how much hair I have?" He grinned, shaking his curls for emphasis. "'M not worried about hair. Promise."

"You're not?" You squeaked, letting him crawl back between your legs, body pressed to yours, pinning you back to the soft comforter.

"By hair? Fuck no." Eddie snorted, rolling his eyes lightly. "Like it, baby, c'mon. Takes a lot more than some hair in my food to scare me away."

You burned again, this time with a rush of blushing excitement, lips pressing to yours hungrily, Eddie's fingers hooking to your jeans. Hot slow kisses down your neck, collarbones, all the way towards your bare core after he'd gotten your stripped. Face buried between your thighs while you tugged at his curls.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #vivisblurbgame #janitor!eddie munson #janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader #janitor!eddie #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson au #eddie x fem!reader #eddie stranger things #eddie my love <3 #eddie x reader #eddie munson #oneforthemunny blurbs #eddie munson blurb

[my-love-is-sunlight]

Orange tree

Sanji x gardener!reader

Warnings: Pure fluff but talk about hurt a bit, I used the expression killing itself once, fem reader

Word count: 1,140 words

Summary: In which Sanji finds you looking at orange trees, from the series of reader with earth powers but can be read as a stand alone

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You had been gone most of the day, and of course the first one to notice this was Sanji, he had hurried with cleaning the kitchen just so he could see what the hell were you up to.

Of course he knew where to find you, down in the garden.

He walked between the tress and the plants, he smiled fondly because he could really see your hard work, all the plants looked so alive and happy, he could touch the care and love you had put into all of this garden.

And there you were, sitting in front of one of Nami’s orange trees, but almost out of sight because you were lost between the oranges, sitting in a corner.

“There you are sunlight” Sanji said very softly to not scare you away, you turned to him with a smile- “Oh hey!”

You stared an each other as the cook searched your face, as if looking for a trace of what were you doing by yourself. You patted the grass next to you eagerly as if saying here sit!, which made Sanji’s stomach flutter.

So he sat, in silence listening to the dancing leaves of the tress, the wind and sea crushing in the Sunny, and your slow breathing

“Have you ever seen an orange tree that’s killing itself?” You broke the silence, Sanji looked at you a little puzzled “What?…” he looked at your face trying to find an answer- “No I’ve never heard of a thing like that dear”.

You sighed and balanced yourself to pick one of the oranges that hanged low, and looked at Sanji showing him the fruit, he took it slowly and gently, and when your hands brushed you made flowers bloom in his hand which made you giggle, but the blonde man felt his whole face blush and heartbeat accelerate.

As he started to peel the orange you said- “When you don’t pluck the oranges form the trees, the weight of the fruit becomes too much, so the tree contorts, branches bow towards the grass” you pause to look at the tree, pointing at the branches and fruit that hanged low to Sanji -“See?, it’s still alive, but it’s struggling”

Sanji listened to you attentively, he admired how you always managed to sound so poetic every time you spoke, you could be describing the most mundane thing in the world and make it sound like an extract from Shakespeare. Your gaze looked soft, he always noticed that whenever you two talked it was like you softened.

“Its like…” you hesitated for a moment and looked at the cook just to make sure he was listening- “Like it’s crying for love, to love would mean to share it’s precious fruit, it has so much to share”

Sanji hummed just so you knew he was actively listening- “ It needs people around it to live, like it knows if it’s ignored, it would break”

He wished he could just print this moment, the way you looked, the sunlight that made figures with the trees, your locks that framed your face, the way your jewelry shined, and just how special and intimate this moment felt to Sanji.

A long pause was followed, it was like you were hesitating if you wanted to continue to say what you wanted, but Sanji wanted to continue hearing your thoughts.

“I really never noticed or knew this, you’re not only beautiful but smart! How brilliant” he said smiling and looking for a reaction in your face, you looked at him too, your face flushed pink at his compliment which made a giggle escape his mouth- “Sad but poetic” he said in a whisper.

You liked how the blonde cook was like you, such a romantic and admired the little things in life like you did.

“I think I am an orange tree” you said while the grass around you blossomed with flowers and leaves, Sanjis eyes widened, he absolutely adored how your emotions were tied to your powers, it made you look like a nature goddess. He sat with what you had said to him really reading into it.

“It hurts you, sunlight?” He said ever so tender while his body switched weight so he could be closer to you- “Well, I have so much love to share, before I joined you guys no one wanted what I had, but now…” you paused so you could look at his pretty eyes- “My branches feel lighter” you declaimed while smiling at Sanji.

The air is stuck on the cooks throat, his eyes glistened and wondered to your lips that were tinted a fair shade of red from your lipstick, you could listen to his heartbeat loud and clear which made you smile a little more

You would be a liar if you said you weren’t fond of the cook, more than anyone else in the crew, but because he was a big flirt with every woman on earth, sometimes it was hard for you to get closer romantically to him as much as you wanted, you knew you couldn’t change that about him, so instead you just were completely yourself around him, soft and understanding and talked a lot, you valued that over anything else.

Human connection for you was really important. So you listened and opened yourself to him little by little.

You look down at Sanjis free hand that wasn’t holding the orange and put your own hand over it slowly- “Thank you for being here Sanji, and for sharing my fruit with me”

Ba-dum!!

Sanji went completely red, eyes wide as the sky, he couldn’t even answer you because he was completely struck, you were always so sweet and grateful to him like no one else was, that melted him completely

He parted the orange that he had on half, lending you the other part, you took it happily as he said- “I think I should be the one grateful sunlight, thank you for taking care of me and brightening my life” he whispered in your ear which made you shiver a bit, you looked at him trough your eyelashes which made both of your hearts flutter.

“Y/N GET YOUR STUPID PLANTS OUT OF HERE!” Zoro shouted annoyingly, you didn’t notice how you made the whole Sunny blossom at the same time your heart did, you blushed crazily

“SHUT UP YOU UNGRATEFUL MOSS”- Sanji quickly jumped out of where he was sat and rushed to find Zoro

As their bickering and Franky begging them to stop breaking stuff was heard all around the ship, you laid on the grass showering on the sun and breathing the fruity sent of oranges, smiling like an idiot

You were sure that you would never let Sanjis branches bow to the ground, and that he would make sure yours wouldn’t too.

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Hi! I am obsessed with this so I’m gonna be writing more about gardener!reader and Sanji stay tuned. Also English is not my first language so feel free to correct me!

#one piece #one piece fluff #one piece fanfiction #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece sanji #sanji fluff #sanji imagine #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji fluff #vinsmoke sanji x y/n #writting #fanfic #romance #imagine

[lets-try-some-writing]

Okay, TFP univererse but Unicron adores humans? Like, the moment he sees these feral little organics scattered around his frame he's like "What is this... adorable little creature? I guess I'm a father now." Extra points if he still poses as an eldritch abomination to Cybertronians . I'm a sucker for a character who is this ruthless and vile creature to everyone but secretly acts like a total softie towards his children😭 If you can, I would like to see reaction from both humans and Cybertronians at this development.

I love a good old bad guy (sort of) redemption arc. A dad gotta love his kiddos even if he is the destroyer of everything.

Abrupt Parenthood

When Unicron awoke and felt the presence of Cybertronians he was about ready to flip out in rage. He was so blinded by their presence initially that when Primus's disgusting Vessel appeared before him and told him of the entities living upon his surface, he did not believe it at first. However Primes were very rarely known to lie, and the one before him felt sickeningly familiar to the one he fought so long ago, and so he briefly paused to consider the given information.

As he felt around his frame he was flabbergasted to discover that the Prime was right, he was totally covered in all sorts of fleshy organic creatures. He paused for nearly ten minutes as he just took it all in, the flora, the fauna, the whole ecosystem that had flourished upon him. And most importantly, he took the time to look at the sentient little life forms that had spawned from him, the tiny and oh so fragile humans. He should have felt disgusted, but as he observed the millions of humans on his frame he found himself feeling oddly protective. And so when the Prime pleaded with him to remain in at least partial slumber, Unicron complied stating that he would need time to consider the situation.

His avatars went back into dormancy and he stopped his awakening, instead opting to watch the small entities living on his surface in awe. They were so short lived, even over the course of the few weeks he spent just watching he saw hundreds of thousands of them be born and die all within mere days of each other. Not only that but they were weak beyond words, at least physically, especially since their only armor was hardly anything of note when compared to Primus's creations. The little humans died daily due to any and all possible causes, some to accidents, some to their own stupidity, some to violence, and even more to pure bad luck. But they also showed immeasurable drive and ingenuity, every single one of them living their lives to the fullest and striving for greatness even when so small in the grand scheme of things.

They were weak, they were short lived, and they were oh so foolish in the sight of elder races. But they were the most wonderful little lifeforms Unicron had ever seen. Before he even realized it, he had grown attached to the beings that were born of him and rapidly accepted the mantle of fatherhood. He did not stop his children from doing as they wished, he did not stop their deaths or interfere in their actions. He may have been the great destroyer, but when it came to his offspring, he was much like Primus. He understood that his children needed to be left to their own devices for the most part if they were to learn. And while he did occasionally use a small avatar or highjack an animal to stop things like suicides and the like, he otherwise left the humans alone.

However his general passiveness in response to his new offspring did not stop him from harassing Primus's creations. While unable to transform or access much of his power due to the humans possibly being harmed, he could still make life difficult for the Cybertronians on his surface.

He cared little for the factions of his brother's creations, but he did tend to be more lenient with the Autobots for a host of reasons. First and foremost because they went to great lengths to protect his offspring and keep them from harms way. Secondly because the Prime, despite being Primus's horrid vessel, loved the humans he had taken on almost as much as Unicron himself. Unicron hated the Prime, but he was loath to loose such a powerful protector for his little ones. So long as Optimus lived, there was a good chance that he would continue to guard Unicron's offspring with his very spark, something the destroyer would not object to considering his situation. And of course his third reason for being kinder to them was simply because they weren't outright attempting to abuse his powers and semi-dormancy at every opportunity. There was a sense of caution that was kept, the Autobots never daring to touch his blood or interact with him at all save for the Prime's occasional attempts to speak with him and ensure he had no plans to awaken fully any time soon.

Usually Unicron's harassment ended up being small things like inconveniencing the Autobots by making it rain more often in certain areas or causing them to be unable to find energon for a while. Although he took care to ensure they didn't starve, he needed them alive for the time being after all. He purposefully liked to bother Optimus by sending ominous signs, leaving the Prime on edge for weeks and usually never doing anything with it. He also made sure that the tree humans under their care were always kept safe, even going out of his way to awaken an avatar when required to keep them from harm. While not usually his way of going about things, he only wanted his children to die naturally, not because of his brother's children's petty war. He was half tempted to try and give the human children gifts or something of the like to protect them, but upon noticing their fear and the general toxicity of his blood, he put that plan aside and served as a protector only when required.

The Decepticons however received no such leniency. While normally Unicron would be pleased with Cybertronians handing themselves over to him in exchange for power, this instance was different. Megatron wanted to rule Cybertron, and Unicron could care less. But the warlord had expressed a desire to cyberform earth as well, destroying all life upon its surface, and that could not stand. Earth and its inhabitants belonged to him, no one was allowed to touch his children, especially not a wayward brat of Primus. So he made life as miserable for the Decepticons as possible without outright murdering them. He would prefer if the Cybertronians wiped each other out, so why get rid of either faction? So long as they obliterated themselves he wouldn't have to worry about retribution from his brother or possible threats from them in the future.

Usually he tended to just screw over the Nemesis's flight patterns with terrible storm and other elemental hazards. He also found it incredibly entertaining to make life harder for the Vehicons in the mines. He sometimes made a few terrorcons with old corpses just to watch the Decepticon troops scream. Screwing with Megatron through strange visions and odd dreams was also funny, especially when the warlord couldn't figure out why he was dreaming of frolicking with the Autobots and doing the tango with Ratchet. It was just so much fun for Unicron to mess with Shockwave too, often subtly altering experiments of his to watch the scientist silently fume. He usually didn't do anything actually harmful unless the Decepticons harmed his humans, in which case he would gladly throw terrorcons at them or shoot their ship with lightening and the like as a warning.

The humans are his children. No one screws with them unless they want a very pissed of god of destruction doing everything in his power to ruin their life.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #unicron #team prime #decepticons #unicron is a dad and he is fine with that #evil god loves his kids but will f up anyone else who dares so much as look at his offspring wrong #“His children are perfectly fine! F you!”

[bucknastysbabe]

This is pure crack taken seriously. Fuckin in publix places.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Public sex, the Targtower horrendous family vacation, Daeron is in the picture (he isn’t), Bodyguard Criston, age gap, almost daddy kink, spitting in mouth, sink sex?, pnv!sex, v!fingering, oral fixations, Degredation, dirty talk, Criston is Old, Aegon is the FBI’s sex crimes hound he has a 20 mile radius

Taglist: @bambitas @moncherrii @aemonds-holy-milk @fairysluna @lovelykhaleesiii @arcielee @sugarpoppss2 @targaryenbarbie @gemini-mama

I do not work at this establishment Nope not at all

It was obscenely hot. Your family was on the annual trip to Clearwater for a summer vacation to the beach. Also known as the Targtower explosion failure tour. You and Daeron had coined it that two years ago when Aegon had drunkenly exploded the back yard trying to set off fireworks.

Your mother wheeled your decrepit father around, a floppy sun hat on his spotted head. Viserys was…rotting…sort of? Cancer sucks. It wasn’t really like he was there anyways, all of you were sent to boarding schools. Ole’ Vizzy invited his eldest daughter, her children, and Uncle Daemon to the grand beach mansion this year. Probably because he’d be dead next year.

Whatever it may be. It will be chaotic. Aemond was already scribbling furiously in his totally not a diary journal. Your family had stopped to get subs and some refreshments at one of the many Publix shopping centers dotting Florida. It was a busy Friday, so the whole clan was rotting along with Viserys in line.

Aegon slipped off to, “Stock up on booze.”

No surprise there. You eyed the family bodyguard Criston to gauge his reaction. He looked bored, gaze following Aegon. You ogled Criston’s summer wear. He looked pretty fucking good with some bitty shorts and a summery button-up polo. You’d been fucking the man since, well, every holiday or vacation since last Thanksgiving.

Which you thought would be hard. Not really as most of your family didn’t give a fuck about anything but themselves or were on something. Otto had been the closest to catching the pair of you. Taking a step behind Helaena you whispered, “Come up with something.”

Criston’s dark brows furrowed as he mouthed back ‘what?’ You rolled your eyes and murmured, “Find a reason for us to fuck off from this line, mom knows the orders!” Criston’s confusion settled into a calm facade. He spoke up, “Ali, the squirt and I are going to get some ice and other stuff, just text?”

“Sure, go ahead, this line isn’t moving anytime soon,” she sighed, waving them off.

Free from the hellish deli line you echoed “Squirt?”

Criston rubbed the back of his neck, laughing, “I mean I am 20 years your elder, and I make you squirt?” He stopped and peered at the signs, gasping when you dragged him toward the bathrooms. The bodyguard questioned frantically as you moved.

“W-what are we doing? Oh my, no, I know what you’re thinking, no!”

His big hands paused you by the shoulders. Criston sternly stated, “I’m supposed to be watching over everyone, not boinking in a public restroom! At a Christian establishment!” You frowned, throwing the man puppy eyes, pressing yourself into his trim frame. The grocery workers were probably disgusted but not surprised.

Leaning up to whisper you whined, “Come onnnnn, live a little, they’re just in line, a quickie? C’mon Criston, m’so fuckin’ wet for you baby.”

His jaw clenched down on a ragged growl. You stroked a hand down his chest, “Enjoy it while we can, soon I’m going to be frolicking around in my bikini while you gotta watch my dad.”

That seemed to win over the man, sighing and dipping into the women’s bathroom with you, taking up the biggest stall. Criston shoved you against the black stall, growling, “You’re such a damn brat, what got you all wet in the car, hm baby?”

“Mmm, I was watching you drive, your hands, wanted them ‘round my throat, fingers on my tongue baby.”

Criston’s dark eyes rolled a bit, the big hands in question slapping down on your ass as he hissed, “Drive me insane, goddamn.” He closed in toward your face and kissed, moaning soft and low. You shoved down his shorts, gently pulling at flushed cock. The bodyguard gasped and bit your lip, snarling, “Needy aren’t we?”

You nodded, opening your full lips. Criston spat into your mouth muttering, “Filthy girl.” You mewled when he picked you up and propped your ass on the sink. He told you to shut up while thick fingers slid up your skirt, ripping the thin material of your panties off. You bit down on your knuckles, whining like a damn puppy.

“Cock slut.”

You loved when he called you that. You also loved when he took your destroyed panties for his own keeping. Criston was a bigger whore than you. Folded so easily when you made the first move.

Criston murmured, nipping at your ear, “Goddamn you didn’t lie, little dirty slut, gonna have to fuck you now, god, don’t know how anyone just doesn’t look at you and know.”

“K-kn-know what?”

“What a deviant, cock-hungry slut you are baby,” he laughed quietly, pressing a couple kisses to your lips and jaw. You gripped weakly at his hair, panting in sharp little mewls. His dark eyes greedily roved over your tits falling out of the low-cut top, writhing on his thick fingers, begging for his cock.

Criston hissed, shoving his fingers down your throat to quiet your desperate begging. Tears fell down your eyes as you realized he removed

them between your legs to shove down your mouth. You shivered— more tears leaking down your red cheeks as you helplessly tasted your own essence.

The bodyguard grinned sharply, cooing into your ear, “Figured that would keep you quiet. Fucking whore.” His dark hair fell forward as he gazed at your cunt, adding, “Lookit’cha, already trying to suck me in, hah.”

He aligned his weeping cock with your horribly empty pussy, bullying his way in, free hand coming to rest at the small of your arching back. You shook at the sudden, deep intrusion, suckling Criston’s thick fingers with a mewl. The bodyguard was making forceful little thrusts

into your cunt, trying to keep the noise level at a minimum.

He mouthed at your shoulder, neck, panting dirty nonsense. You grew tighter around him, the lurid nature of this situation making you throb harder. Criston chuckled in your ear, strained from his very methodical fucking.

Usually the man wanted to be soft and sappy, fuck for hours. Or go to pound town. He was currently stuck in an awkward predicament and couldn’t do either.

“You’ll be bringing your pretty ass to my room every night after dragging me into this shit.”

You nodded eagerly, squirming on his length. Criston groaned at your unexpected response, his girl already fuck dumb on his ass, she’d have some sexy bratty remark right now. He refocused on jerking his hips up, hitting that soft spot at the roof of her pussy.

Criston shoved his left thumb in her mouth to get it wet before snaking it down to her engorged clit, throbbing and twitching in time with his direct little thrusts. He groaned raggedly at her involuntary shiver, milking his prick further along.

A pair of voices giggled from outside the stall, “Oh my god, they’re fucking? Don’t forget a condom!”

Criston’s eyes widened. He needed to wrap this up before anyone got suspicious. He pulled out a bit to slam back in, swirling his thumb, even popping a puffy nipple into his mouth. The brunette even began to massage her warm tongue.

“Mm, Mm! Cri- mmmmm!”

He grinned up from her tits, rumbling, “Come for me pretty girl, come on, do it now, we have a time limit!”

He didn’t mean to mention the time limit. Whoops.

You nodded, eyes rolling back as you were deposited into bliss. Criston hungrily replaced his wet fingers with his mouth, kissing away and swallowing desperate noises. Shuddering against his bigger frame he coddled and pet you, cock pumping along until he tensed and blew his load partially in you, partially in a papertowel, groaning your name.

His sappy puppy eyes were out now, the elder man breathing softly against your face. He hummed, “Alright, let’s get dressed yeah?” You nodded and tucked your tits away, putting wild hair into a ponytail, and straightening your skirt. The panties would have to be missing, hopefully no cum would leak out.

Criston looked a bigger mess, his curls all over the place, shirt askew, shorts on the ground. He breathed out huffily, “Please help me.” You smirked at him, getting Criston presentable for the great outdoors, of Publix. Regardless, both of you looked like you’d been fucking in a bathroom. Whatever.

The deli line had only moved 3 more spots, finally putting your mom and Vizzy, now asleep, in the front row. You held some sunscreen while Criston had the box of ice. Aemond raised a brow and scoffed. Aegon, significantly drunker than you’d last seen him sniffed loudly.

“It smells like someone was fucking? Who was fucking?”

You watched in horror as Aegon sniffed out Criston like a hound. He snatched up Criston’s fingers and stared before guffawing, the body guard shoving your eldest brother away. Aegon was on hand and knee now, laughing, “Sorry, I- HAHAAHAHAHAHAH- okay, m’god I prom-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH”

You kicked his shin, Aegon yelping and tripping. Eventually Otto stepped in and handed out orders of food. Why was he wearing a pimp outfit? Oh my god?

You grabbed some peach Tea while Criston snatched an energy drink. You hummed, “I mean how many times can you say that you’ve been fucking in Publix?”

“Yeah, that’s ten swats.”

#crack fic #hotd smut #hotd fanfic #ser criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader #targtowers

[marc-spectorr]

cuffed // part 2

ˣ pairing: marc spector x f!reader

ˣ warnings: 2.1k wc. explicit smut and language. dom!marc, handcuffs, face-f*cking, deep-throating, fingering, oral sex. slight voyeurism from a third party… wonder who that could be ;)

ˣ a/n: happy smutty sunday babes! if you’re new, there’s really no need to read the previous part unless you want to know the brain rot that started this all lol. hope you enjoy!

part 1

- ☾-

Alluring.

Salacious.

A provocative sight, indeed.

Those are the first thoughts that come to mind as Marc takes a step back, a satisfied smirk laying on his lips. Metal cuffs bound to your wrist clink against the headboard of your bed, and you tug and twist at them to test out the strength of their restraint.

You’re bound, helpless, purely powerless. Completely under Marc’s mercy and control— solely his to ruin, the way he has been anticipating the whole night.

Marc’s piercing stare traces every inch of your scantily-clad body. If seduction were a woman, it surely would have been you, dressed in a sinful black lace lingerie set that hugs the dips and curves of your frame oh so exquisitely. Your sweet nectar dribbles and stains onto the satin sheets beneath as you wait out those torturous seconds.

You look so delectable lying there exposed before him. Simply temptatious, ravishing.

All for his taking, all for his delight.

It sends a bolt of arousal surging through Marc, his cock hardening even further at the breathy sound of his name rolling off your tongue. He licks his lips unconsciously, hungry eyes flickering upwards to meet yours. He could sense how desperate you were for him. How in dire need you are for his touch. He could tell just by watching you press your thighs together, seeking friction— for any sort of relief.

Gorgeous. She’s a fucking goddess, a distant voice in Marc’s mind hisses, though he ignores it for now.

He’ll certainly have a talk with him later.

“Impatient, are we?” Marc teases, kneeling on the bed before slowly crawling up to you. He’s careful not to make any contact with your body, adding more to the torment. “You had your little fun with Steven back there. But it’s my turn now, baby. You’re all mine for tonight.”

“All yours,” you murmur into the shell of his ear, your silken voice igniting something primal from deep within him. “I’m all yours, Marc.”

A growl sears past his lips, then a kiss. It’s far from the soft and tender way Steven kisses you. No, Marc’s much more carnal than that. Perhaps even animalistic.

Hot, harsh, and heavy. All teeth and tongue. Calloused hands touch the rest of your body as he pleases, leaving a blazing fire in its wake. It’s an urgent, bruising, and fierce kiss that draws out gratified moans in between short gasps for air.

The delicious sounds you make betray your absolute eagerness for what Marc is soon to give. With a throaty groan, he breaks the kiss, slowly dragging your lower lip with his teeth before letting go. Dark and predatory eyes remain fixed on your swollen lips, admiring just how pretty they are—

—and how much prettier they would be if they were wrapped around his cock.

Silence falls for a brief moment. His thumb caresses the line of your jaw.

Then Marc hears that same damn voice again.

Go ahead, Marc. Fuck her little mouth. Fuck it good.

Marc dismisses him once more. He shifts to kneel above you of his own volition, straddling your immobile body between his legs, his throbbing manhood a breath away from your dewy lips. He pumps his cock once, then twice, smearing the beads of precum that leaks from the slit all over his girthy length. Firmly gripping himself at the base, he leans closer, letting the tip of his shaft touch your pursed lips.

“Open,” comes his direct command. A mere utterance, and you’re quick to obey him, eager to please.

You do as you are told, your lips parting as Marc slowly moves his hips forward, sliding his erection into the depths of your mouth. He halts halfway, pausing only to gauge your reaction. Your sultry gaze gives the green signal he seeks, your full trust in him evident by the look in your eyes. Desire overwhelms him yet again, and he proceeds.

“Yeah, that’s right, sweetheart. Fuck— take it. Take it all, take it deeper. You can do it, baby. You can fit it all,” he coaxes lowly, pushing more and more of his cock until it hits the back of your throat and then past it. “Good girl. You’re such a fucking good girl for me— ahhh…”

Stocky fingers reach down to tangle themselves into your tousled hair. You breathe harshly through your nose, chest heaving heavily with tears singeing the corners of your eyes. Marc grunts out, his jaw tightening as he bottoms out, your throat bulging around his twitching cock. He grows impossibly harder at the tight, warm, wet walls constricting him like a vice, his thighs slightly quivering when he’s barely done anything else.

You writhe helplessly against the steely grip of the cuffs, but Marc holds your face in place. His hooded eyes flutter down to your straining plump lips as he begins to retreat out of your mouth before plunging right back in. He repeats this motion, again and again— slamming in and out and in. Your cheeks swell and burn. Saltwater droplets adorn your face as he continues this brutal pace, a sinful melody of your choked gags and his gravelly moans filling up the whole room.

“F-Fucking hell, baby,” Marc husks at you, shuddering as you gaze at him with bright, glassy eyes. For a second, he pulls out from you with a pop, a string of pearly saliva still connecting you and him. “You look so fucking beautiful choking on my cock. Shit— aghh, darling. Go look at the mirror, look at yourself.”

His large hands crane your head to the side where a mirror stands tall, meeting Marc’s lust-blown stare through the hazy reflection. You fight the urge to shut your eyes as Marc slips his dick between your lips once again, this time while watching your mirrored selves with every motion made.

Look at her enjoying this. Fuckin’ wish I was you right now, Spector.

Marc sucks in a harsh breath at the feeling of your mouth engulfing him. You gag on his pulsating member with each intense snap of his hips, trying your best to stay steady as he rigidly and sloppily fucks your face with abandon. Eventually, his rhythm starts to falter, his tempo speeding up in short, frantic bursts as he gets dangerously close to release.

“Ohh— f-fuck, I’m coming, baby. Shit, I–I’m coming—”

With one final forceful thrust, Marc sputters out a groan of pleasure, his toes curling, entire body shivering and shuddering as ecstasy pours through him in crashing waves. His cock unloads thick and milky ropes of his release down your throat, and like the good girl you are, you swallow and swallow and swallow…

You swallow until he’s spent, his softening dick withdrawing the slightest bit. He gives you some room to lap your tongue around and savor every last drop of his glossy hot cum. Marc’s labored breathing calms in a matter of minutes, his racing heart steadying to the beat of yours.

A light giggle erupts, followed by the gentle call of his name.

“Hmm?” he exhales quietly, still hovering above you but repositioning more comfortably.

“The cuffs?” you remind him with a twitch of your lips. “Care to take them off now?”

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, baby…”

Lips pressing onto yours, Marc could taste the salty remnants of himself on your tongue. He then travels southwards, nipping and biting and sucking along the soft and supple skin of your neck as you whimper delightfully at the sensation. He hums in satisfaction at the careless trail of dark, mauve bruises he’s created, no doubt permanently marking you as his.

You’d be forever reminded of this night, of what he’s done to you so far, and what else is to come.

“Marc, please…” you softly beg, your arms and wrists burning from the constant pull at your restraints. “More. I-I need more.”

Marc shakes his head, a crisp chuckle tumbling out of his lips as he pays no mind to your plead. His mouth busies itself with exploring the canvas of your body. His wet tongue darts out to lick a strip of flesh along the curve of your breast before peeling down the cups of your bra. You gasp at the sudden pleasure when his mouth circles a pebbled nipple of one tit while palming and grasping and squeezing the other.

His lips move lower, teeth barely scraping over your skin as he finally reaches your drenched pussy. Sliding the flimsy fabric of your panties down your legs, the smell of your sex sends a jolt straight to Marc’s cock. He could feel the scorching heat it radiates, tempted to have a taste of the dripping and gushing creamy essence that spills from your core. Your eyes wind shut as he parts the petals of your cunt, a hitched whine fleeing your trembling lips.

Marc lets out a low, pleased sigh. You’re so wet for him. So needy and ready. Aching to be touched by no hand other than his. You cant your hips towards him, desperate and greedy for something that only he could provide.

Tongue delving into your delicate folds, Marc has never tasted anything more divine. Lapping, stroking, and devouring the sweetness that is simply you. It’s almost heavenly, the way you easily succumb to him. The way you indulge in him wholly as if you worshipped the very ground he walks on.

You would say that you found paradise in him. Marc, however, would respectfully disagree, as paradise had always begun with you.

“M-Marc… Marc… Please, baby. I’m so, so close…” you brokenly sob through gritted teeth, the rattling of your metallic bindings becoming louder as your moans crescendos while you near your dire peak.

By now, he’s forced to hold you down with a strong arm slung across your pelvis. Your body thrashes and flails at the repeated assaults; ragged breaths and punctuated gasps escape you as Marc slips two digits into your velvety walls. Knuckles deep, he curls his fingers once inside, quickly finding that sweet spot that never fails to make you crumble.

“You’re such a good girl for me, honey,” he purrs, his chin glistening with your slick. “Good girls get to come. So come, baby. Come for me…”

Your pussy clenches tightly around his unrelenting fingers. His mouth and tongue work in tandem, flicking and massaging your sensitive bud. Your breaths come out in short, stuttering pants as Marc pushes you over the edge, sparking up every nerve and fiber in a hot, shattering, blinding bliss.

Fuck yeah…That’s our princesa right there.

As you come down from your stupor, Marc reaches over for the key and gets rid of the handcuffs, tossing them somewhere in the corner of the room. With a gentle hum, he helps you sit up in bed, his hands tenderly rubbing the tension and ache away from your wrists.

“He was watching, wasn’t he?”

The question posed does not need any clarification. Marc instantly knows what you mean by it.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbles quietly, brushing his unruly curls away from his perspiring forehead.

“Don’t be. Let him have his little show.”

You smile at him sweetly before you scoot closer for a warm embrace, your bodies sticking together from the sheen layer of sweat that had formed.

“We are in desperate need of a shower,” you joke, though the slight mischief in your eyes hints at him a quite different idea.  

“Just a shower?” Marc replies in a light tone, furrowing a brow at you mockingly. “You sure there won’t be any funny business going on?”

You playfully hit at his toned chest, eliciting a snort and an amused laugh that echoes yours. “I don’t know, but I guess we’ll see about that.”

You shoot him a saucy wink, one that sends an electrifying thrill down Marc’s spine. Swiftly, you jump out of bed and dash to the bathroom next door, not even giving time for him to bite back with a witty remark.

That familiar fire pooling in his abdomen returns. His skin heats up when he hears the water running, knowing that you’re in there waiting for him to join you under the cold, refreshing spray.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Marc’s lips form a tight line as he catches a glimpse of himself in the glass mirror, the reflection displayed flaunting a devious smirk that isn’t his.

You better go in there and fuck her like you mean it, or I’ll have to step in.

“Not a fucking chance,” Marc mutters, rising to his feet before sauntering out of the bedroom, unwilling to relinquish control of the body just yet.

part 3

- ☾-

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[dancingundermoonlight101]

Hey it's me again 🙃

Would you be interested in writing a Medieval Royalty AU with a side of arranged marriage? They can either know each other beforehand or just meet on the wedding day. Whatever tickles your fancy.

That is me just mashing all of my favorite tropes together.

I hope that you're not overworking yourself with all of these demands, so if you need a break just ignore my ask

Anyways

Great work on my previous ask so thanks again and in advance ❤️

Walls high, higher than needed. Pearly white and pure. Pillars held up the roof, and colored windows set for an awe-inspiring view. High-caste mechs and femmes sat in rows with their pretty clothes and jewls. And at the very end, there stood a white, blue, and red painted mech. Wearing a beautiful yet appropriately modest suit that didn't hide the natural beauty of his armor. He was smiling, but it was a smile that didn't reach the optics. He seemed tired. Perhaps a little anxious, if one were to notice the slight shake of his frame every time he breathed.

All too soon, a powerful step echoed through the church-like room.

Not a single bot had heard or even noticed the large doors open, as they were too loud and enthralled by the gossip they spoke amongst themselves. Yet now, all helms were turned back to stare at the awaited mech.

Megatron.

Optimus has heard the stories. Kings in Kaon were chosen by a show of strength rather than heritage. The previous kings having to either be defeated.. or slain.

Another step was taken. Light seemed to hide Megatron's face in shadow. And Optimus had to squint in an attempt to see the face of his soon to be conjux.

The previous king was slain some years ago, after he ruled without a single mech or femme being successful in defending him. All prior challengers to the old king were suspected to have been assassinated. But why would the kingdom of Iacon care? Kaon and Iacon bots could never see eye to eye. Iacon finds the high-caste of Kaon to be barbaric and much too lacking in attire. While Kaon finds that the high-caste of Iacon to be two-faced with clothes too frilly to possibly be comfortable or even possible to transform in.

Optimus can only speak for himself, but he finds that instead of the propaganda of Kaon being more barbaric than Iacon, it's instead a difference in culture. He has seen what Kaonian clothes look like. And they're actually quite—

Optimus's optics widen. Gasps are heard, and the backround music that he had tuned out long ago paused.

"Beautiful.." He mumbled despite himself. Utterly enchanted by how his soon to be conjux looked like. Yet, at the same time, understanding the shock and horror of all the other Iaconian bots.

Megatron had decided to wear his scar-ridden armor and a singular flowing red cape. A gold necklace adorned his neck, and a confident, cocky smirk spread to his lips. Almost as if he wanted this exact reaction.

Something made Megatron's smirk falter, and his confident steps pause. Everyone was staring at Megatron. But the King in question seemed to only have optics for Optimus.

Optimus felt like he was being devoured alive by those red optics. It sent a shiver down his spinal strut. Megatron seemed to have noticed, and a mischievous, lustful grin spread to his lips.

Megatron began walking forward again. Closer and closer until he was on his spot, right across from Optimus.

"You look quite divine.. Optimus, was it?" Megatron reached over to hold Optimus's servo. Kissing the back of it with a smirk.

The Prime felt speechless. He was thankful, though, that he had been taught to always have the last word. "You look quite good yourself, Megatron, King of Kaon."

Megatron laughed out loud, startling everybot who had been wispering to silence once more.

"Lying does not suit you, little Prime. Best not do so again." His grip on Optimus's hand tightened. Making him wince. A silent warning on Megatron's optics. Smile gone.

All too soon, this fantasy that Optimus would maybe have a peaceful, somewhat happy marriage where he and Megatron could see eye to eye was gone. Optimus hadn't lied. He did like how Megatron looked like. But if this is how he's being treated in public, Optimus can only assume the worst of what may happen behind closed doors. He was prepared, though. His father, the current king of Iacon, had prepared each and every one of his heirs to be married off. While also giving them the opportunity to prove themselves as future heirs. Optimus, third in line, did his best to prove himself to his father. He had hoped he would become king and choose whom he would get married to. The choice had been made for him without his knowledge. He only got a hint that that's what his father wished to do for him when his "what to expect and do if you have a failing marriage" classes increasingly got more and more intense.

"I'll keep that in mind," Optimus conceded. Not wishing to argue so soon or openly.

Megatron's smile came back, and the wedding finally seemed to be picking up the pace and running smoothly.

When the kiss was finally announced, Optimus grew weary. A weird glint in Megatron's optics made Optimus sure that the mech was up to something.

His hunch was then proven right when the innocent kiss that was supposed to last less than a second continued for longer than that, getting more and more heated. One of Megatron's servos was holding the back of his helm, preventing him from moving it. While the other held his waist, which stopped any attempts to try and run or walk backward.

Optimus hit his limit and began hitting Megatron's shoulder. Demanding for him to release him and stop! The king of Kaon, thankfully, did just that soon after with a self-satisfied grin. Having gotten one last bite on the Prime's lower lip.

"Well then, shall we?" Megatron picked up Optimus bridal style before the Prime could answer. "The little sounds you made from such a simple kiss were absolutely sinful~ I hope I can hear more.." He wispered to Optimus as they walked off.

Optimus covered his face with his hands. Refusing to be seen. Optimus doesn't care how heated his frame became because of those words. He's not about to dance to Megatron's tune! He'll be sure to give the mech an audial-full about boundaries!

#megop #optimus prime #megatron #megatron x optimus prime #transformers #uhhh #idk what else to tag this with #royal au?? #bro I hope i did this right #I actually had a lot of fun writing this #wrote this in school #it's actually fluff!! #Megatron is actually going to be really doting and caring #after he gets the stick up his aft removed #he has stigma about Iaconian mechs #he thinks they all lie through their teeth #and he got angry bc he thought Optimus lied #bc Megatron did the bare minimum #Optimus actually likes the battle worn warrior look #he thinks it's pretty #and hot #and beautiful #but he's not about to just fall for looks #definitely gonna be a little shit to Megatron #lots of misunderstandings and shinanigans ensue #I'm thinking angst #but then they would finally communicate #and realize they were both being idiots #and that they loved eachother <333 #HEMHEMHEMHEM

[luxuryofgrey]

A Visitor to a Museum by Konstantin Lopushansky (1989)

Yes I read that the director Lopushansky had worked with Tarkovsky before which did form a preconception in my head but I’m glad I didn’t pay much attention to that because even though the soul of the film was almost as honest as Tarkovskys, it was so much different from his work for sure. I read a few reviews of people where one said that the film for them defines hope and that even in the worst scenarios, something good can be brought out. One talked about the films association with religion and god.

I think for me the film in general just talks about the feeling of something absolutely opposite of hope. Sorrow or grief of realizing that the one hope you had is not real and that nothing can save the world from the reality of hell created by man itself. The ‘pure’ don’t believe in god but rather in science. They differentiate between themselves and the ‘degenerate’ with a feel of superiority and shun them to the edges because of their disabilities. They use their brains to believe in science and sugarcoat the rubbles of the post apocalyptic landscape as a “heap of goods”. The degenerates however look the world as “trash heap” and believe in god from whom they beg to be “let out”. On one hand the movie shows the existence of man who solely believes in science, who has created a pile of dead bodies and deranged scapes and on the other hand is the existence of man who solely believes in god but is himself disabled in some way or the other. A nameless tourist who seems to be a part of the ‘pure’ ends up accepting the fails of science and turns to the only other option left for him, god. Once touching his perception of the solution, we see him not being able to completely gain the mercy he thought his prayers could get him and in the end we see that long shot of him stumbling on the ruins of science screaming and looking up towards his unanswering ‘lord’ until he merges in the horizon as the sun shines like it always does without any reactions to the man.

What makes me respect this film is that we see what probably Lopushansky has the answer to his questions of 'what is life' and that is that he is still clueless but with the acceptance that god and science are at least not the answer. I think that is particularly what sets the film so far away from Tarkovsky because no matter how many hardships the subjects of Tarkovsky faces, they always land on faith and have some hope. His answer is always god. But Lopushansky has no answer. And he provides that thought, that dilemma and that disappointment in this film and in that last long shot.

Lastly, I think what sets this film further apart from Tarkovsky are the compositions in the frames. In every Tarkovsky film there will always be certain amount of shots, no matter how many, which will make you pause and savor, which might make you gasp or just feel tha warmth in your chest. But I think one thing I couldn't find in this film were definitely the out-of-the-world compositions and placements which would just blow my mind away and not that it's an issue but it just makes me fall in love and respect Tarkovsky's genius even more.

All in all, I absolutely loved the film. I think it was yes a bit hard to watch because the low quality of youtube but it was truly worth every second regardless.

#a visitor of a museum #Konstantin Lopushansky #andrei tarkovsky #russian film #russian cinema #film review

[shingia]

BESTIE HEAR ME OUT, have you seen the tiktok trend where you stand in front of the camera for every initial of a person you've kissed while playing the abc song and your s/o just reacts to it? HOW ABOUT STANDING TO THE WHOLE SONG AS A PRANK WITH THE TEAM CAPTAINS??? WHAT WOULD THEY DO OR SAY? OR JUST THE GUYS YOU THINK WOULD HAVE THE BEST REACTIONS!!!!

standing up during the ‘alphabet kiss list’ tiktok trend

↳ timeskip! kuroo, oikawa, daichi, kita, ushijima, bokuto

(basically this except you’re standing up the whole time) and omg this idea is pure gold thank youuu😭

— KUROO

he’s not stupid, he knows he’s going to be surprised - otherwise you wouldn’t have asked him to react. but he didn’t expect to be that surprised. “well damn babe...” he lets out at letter L, and his eyes keep getting wider as the alphabet progresses. but he doesn’t look worried, if anything he’s just impressed. and that’s probably what makes him swing his arm around your waist when letter T comes up. you’d think he’d stop there, but no: he also winks at the camera and points at himself just to make sure that everybody will understand that he is the chosen one.

— OIKAWA

oh he is obsessed with finding out who all of these people are. and obviously he imagines the worst... and by the worst i mean all of his friends he has already introduced you to. and seeing him getting more panicky by the second only makes your amused smile grow bigger and bigger... which makes him even more worried. a chaotic vicious circle, really. “‘i’? wait.. whose name starts with an- WAS IT MATTSUN? WHEN? BABY I NEED ANSWERS”. poor boy is now shaking your shoulders and he’s making it impossible for you to hold your laughter. but considering that you’re barely halfway through the alphabet, you decide to cut the prank short. and of course he denies everything : “worried? pfft babe please, i was just playing along to make you happy”. but for someone who wasn’t worried, he sure is extra clingy for the rest of the day....

— KITA

he is so collected, so open-minded, he looks barely surprised and it’s kind of frustrating actually. “shin, the whole point of ‘boyfriend reacts’ is for the boyfriend to react!” you sigh as you press pause for the third time. and now he looks surprised: “react to what exactly? it’s not like i own ya. and besides, with someone as beautiful as ya, i kind of expected it”. these words are enough to leave you speechless for a minute, bottom lip slightly quivering. “what?” he chuckles, amused by how soft you look right now, “do ya want to start over? i’ll make an effort to look profoundly shocked”. but he’s barely done talking that you’ve already thrown your phone on the couch and swung both arms around his chest “no, i give up. god you are the most precious human being to ever walk this earth, shin”.

— DAICHI

he stays surprisingly impassive, but about halfway through the alphabet, he suddenly leaves your side and walks out of frame. “what are you doing?” you ask, and he looks at you like the answer is more than obvious: “well i’ve never kissed anyone whose name starts with an M”. at his words, you grab your phone and cut the camera : “wait what?? you were playing too? and- you were standing up the whole time?!”. daichi still looks like he doesn’t see what the problem is. but he bursts out laughing as soon as he hears you admit that you were just pranking him. “i’m sorry to tell you that, love, but looks like prankster got pranked”, he winks at you and flicks your forehead, “i told you it wasn’t a good idea to make me download this app...”

— USHIJIMA

this prank is a true dilemma for someone like ushijima: mature yet secretly a bit jealous. you can actually see him counting on his fingers the number of letters you’ve stood up for. “that’s more than i thought...” he finally speaks out loud, with his ten fingers raised. and you can tell by his tone that he’s a tiny bit offended. “i’m not blaming you, it’s just... unexpected, considering that you’re the only person i’ve ever kissed”. and this reminder automatically makes your heart do a little jump, which is enough for you to stop recording, “i’m sorry baby, it was just prank i promise!!”, you apologize, sitting down next to him; and it’s only now that you notice how tensed he was before you told him the truth. “toshi... were you jealous?” you ask him with a playful smile. and his answer, a simple “yes”, is as straightforward as you expected it to be.

— BOKUTO

he is not suspicious in the least because he is 100% sure to know about every person you’ve already kissed. and he was so happy to make a tiktok with you... needless to say, his hopes were kind of crushed. « baby- what? are you- you’re gonna edit this later, right?? » he asks you, and you can hear in his voice that he’s super close to giving you the sad face™️, so you have no choice but to cut the camera because this is just a heartbreaking sight. and the worst thing is that he’s only hurt by the thought that you might have lied to him when you first told him about your ‘kiss list’. “are you still gonna post this?” he asks you during your tight apology hug. and you answer very seriously : “only if you’re okay with it, kou”. but his sad face is long gone already, now replaced by a bright grin : “hell yeah, we’re gonna go viral babe”

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[omg-imagine]

Distraction

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: Johnny distracts V the best way he knows how.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: language, smut (oral + rough sex, choking)

A/N: Please don’t mind the weak plot, this was just an excuse to write p*rn featuring the only character I want to romance in the game but can’t. Also, for the sake of this fic, let’s just say he can touch V and vice versa :)) Hope you enjoy!

V was pissed.

No, she was beyond pissed.

And when V’s beyond pissed, she’s sure to let the whole fucking world know.

“Tone it down, princess,” Johnny cuts in once he’s heard enough of her long-winded rant.

V stops her relentless pacing around the apartment and shoots a menacing glare towards the rocker.

“I warned you not to take that job from the start. Now, look at you, bruised up from head to toe, and cheated out of your eddies.”

“That son of a bitch promised me half the cut,” V recalls bitterly, her chest heaving from the fierce anger spreading all throughout. “I’m gonna make sure Cruz regrets asking me for help.”

The merc stalks off to her stash, muttering low under her breath how she plans on raising hell the next time she crosses paths with him. As V polishes her guns (something she typically does to calm herself), Johnny approaches the small room to the side with the same cocky attitude that would surely piss her off even more.

He can’t help himself at times; he sure does love pushing V’s buttons.

“You done whining or what?”

Rolling her eyes, V turns her head to see Johnny standing there as he takes a drag on his cigarette. Normally, she doesn’t mind him smoking around her, but after an exhausting night where things didn’t work out in her favor, she was quickly reaching her boiling point. “You better clean up all that ash on the floor when you’re done.”

“Since when did you start caring about this shithole of an apartment being neat?” Johnny comments, more so as a tease, and this earns him another scowl. “Don’t waste your energy on Cruz. He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

“Didn’t know you believed in karma,” V adds, narrowing her eyes.

Devilishly, he smirks at her, tossing the cigarette butt to the floor then crushing it with his shoe. “Hon, there’s a lot of things you still don’t know about me.”

“Yeah,” she agrees before brushing past Johnny. “I’m heading out.”

His figure glitches momentarily, reminding V that he was nothing but a ghost residing in her mind, despite how real he feels. Even if she wants to leave this “shithole of an apartment” for some semblance of peace and quiet, she knows Johnny will only follow. He’s tethered to her for what could possibly be the rest of her life.

And yet, no matter how big of an asshole Silverhand was, she’s grown fond of his presence.

Not that she would mention it out loud. Ever.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out,” V simply states, wondering what the point in Johnny asking her that question when he could easily find it out for himself was.

It’s truly unfair how he can read her thoughts, but she can’t read any of his.

He chuckles low. “Gon’ pay a joy toy to fuck tonight?”

“No, I’m going out for a drive, distract myself from that shitshow earlier. You better leave me alone.”

“Well, I’m a little insulted,” Johnny snorts, feigning offense. “I thought you liked my company.”

“I’m tired of your company. You never shut that mouth of yours.”

Before V could head to the door, she feels a metal hand encircling her wrist, holding her in place. She glances behind her, meeting Johnny’s deep, dark eyes, which hid a multitude of secrets. It’s been a while since she has felt a touch that wasn’t full of malice. Though his palm is cold from the material it’s made out of, a distinct heat spreads through her body—

It was a familiar warmth, one that radiates from V at his mere touch.

And when Johnny’s lips curl into a shit-eating grin, she knows that he has sensed it too.

“Shut my mouth? I think I can do something else much better than that.”

Johnny’s gravelly voice fuels the desire burning deep within V as he pulls her closer, her feet moving at their own accord. “God, I wish you came with an off-switch.”

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this little game we’ve been playing.”

V doesn’t respond, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She lets out a shuddering moan when Johnny leans in, his hot breath grazing her silky skin before his lips crash against hers, possessively. He floods V’s senses all at once as he hungrily kisses her, letting him take the reins.

It would be a lie for V to say she’s never pictured a moment like this. A moment where she finally succumbs to Johnny’s charm and allows him to lay claim on her. It’s always been a constant dance between the two, a chemistry disguised as indifference, a craving left unspoken. Amidst the degrading insults and the snarky attitudes, deep down, they have always wanted the same thing—

To fuck each other’s brains out.

“Still tired of my company, V?”

“Just shut the fuck up for once and take off your pants.”

The grin on his face hasn’t disappeared. It only grows broader. “Ask, and you shall receive.”

Johnny roughly grabs V at the waist, his fingers curling underneath the hem of her shirt as he pushes her towards the bed. His mouth latches onto her neck, no doubt marking her for all of Night City to see.

They fell onto the mattress without finesse, similar to how V kisses Johnny feverishly, all tongue and teeth. Void of tenderness and only driven by the urgency of lust. She was too distracted by her want to care for the taste of tobacco from his last smoke. The hands traveling every inch of V’s frame lights up a fire in her, bringing a high that no drug on the black market could ever do.

Surprisingly, Johnny allows her to take the lead for a bit when she straddles him, his hardening cock pressing up against her aching cunt. She gages his reaction as she grinds on his clothed erection, a wicked smile forming to the sight of him being teased.

“You like that, huh? Fuck, I can’t wait to have you inside of me.” She feels herself growing wetter and wetter, losing patience just as swiftly as the man under her.

Without warning, Johnny flips them both over, the length of his body now pressed against hers from above. He wastes no time peeling V’s shirt and bra off, pausing for the briefest of seconds to admire her bare breasts. His cybernetic hand squeezes one soft mound as his lips descend on the other. She moans, and they were pure music to his ears, sounds that were so beautiful he could write endless songs about them.

“J-Johnny,” V stutters out his name, unable to contain herself anymore. She doesn’t remember the last time someone has quickly reduced her into a mess, and desperately she wanted, needed more.

The way his name trembles from her mouth drives Johnny into a frenzy, simpering at the fact he really hasn’t done much yet, but it was enough to leave V quivering. She looks too sinful beneath Johnny, too delectable. He’s well-aware of how long she’s gone without sex, and he’s now bent on ending that sad streak of hers.

Hastily, Johnny removes V’s pants and underwear in one quick go, his gaze devouring her beauty like a starved man staring at his meal. “Wow, you’re fucking drenched down there.”

“Fuck,” she gasps, one hand reaching forward to grip at his lengthy locks as soon as he delves in to taste her dripping nectar for the first time.

“You enjoying yourself there, baby?” Johnny’s inquiry needs no response. He could already tell she is solely by the way her eyes flutter shut, her head lolling to the side.

One lick. Two licks. Three. He surely knew how to work that deft tongue of his.

Johnny’s cock continues to throb in the confines of his trousers as his lips encircle V’s swollen bud, but he doesn’t end there. She wants more, and he’s willing to give her just that.

More.

V squirms when two chrome fingers enter her heat, stretching out her walls to prepare her for the serious pounding coming up. She’s lost in the sensations, unable to form a coherent thought or word. Johnny’s tempo was slow at first; tantalizing, nearly torturous. But once he starts moving faster, pumping even harder and reaching that sweet, sweet spot of hers, she begins to pant wildly as she fucks herself on his hand to get more friction.

“Holy shit, you’re a goddess,” he croaks after pulling back to study the needy woman looking back at him through half-lidded eyes. V is tight around his fingers, and he could only imagine how it would be like with his cock buried deep inside her instead.

Each rough stroke of Johnny’s digits against her wet walls brought V closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, her moans increasing in both volume and frequency. He urges her to let go, whispering into her ear how he wants to see and feel her coming. The gruffness in his tone turned her on even more, and V soon finds herself falling over the precipice, flushing hot with euphoria as Johnny watches, awestruck.

Satisfied, he beams at his work, which was only half of what he intends to do this evening. Being gracious, Johnny gives V an ample minute to recover, using the downtime to wipe the glistening wetness coating his beard before tasting the juices he’s collected.

Delicious, he thinks. She tastes as good as she looks.

V eventually comes back to her senses, propping herself up on her elbows as she gazes at Johnny with an almost dazed expression. “Perhaps the rumors are actually true.”

“Which one?” Silverhand asks, ridding himself of his clothes at the foot of her bed.

V pauses prior to answering, the sound of metal clinking filling the air as he unbuckles his belt, stripping off his leather pants afterwards.

“That you’re the best pussy eater in town,” she then reveals, glancing up briefly to see the smug look on his face before her gaze falls to his groin again.

Of course, Johnny chooses to go commando, and no, she wasn’t shocked at all.  

Silently, she marvels at the dick nestled in a thick bush of dark hair. Girthy and long with a slight curve upwards, the thought of it being inside her, barely fitting, made her mouth water. He wasn’t lying when he casually mentioned having an impressive cock.

It definitely did not disappoint.

“Oh sweetheart, that was nothing,” Johnny declares before climbing back on top of V, settling in between her legs. “The main act is just beginning.”

She doesn’t wait for Johnny to kiss her. In an instant, V’s lips were on his, her tongue pushing into his mouth, faintly tasting herself at the same time. Meanwhile, Johnny grips the base of his leaking cock, rubbing its engorged head against her slick folds that had her breathing heavily. V cants her hips impatiently, and through their kiss, he chuckles at her eagerness.

“So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” Johnny husks mockingly. “How badly do you want me, slut? I wanna hear you say it.”

A moan escapes her throat at his words as he rubs his tip against her clit. V wants him so, so bad that she’s begging incessantly, something she never does in any of her past fucks. Usually, she was in complete control, never the one to relinquish her power.

Maybe that was the reason why V was utterly drunk with pleasure from this steamy session with Johnny. It’s good not to be in control for once.

“Shit, Johnny. Please, just fuck me already. Fill me up,” V pleads, now helpless at this point. She has to come again, this time around his cock. She repeats her keening over and over again, hoping that it was enough to feed into Johnny’s ego and finally show her mercy.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Tugging at his cock, Johnny forces V’s legs to spread wider as she waits for him, mesmerized. Her pussy was soaked from his ministrations, but when he starts pushing into V, the burning stretch of her walls trying to accommodate his thick length leaves her in tears.

Those tears, however, weren’t entirely from the pain. V was also shedding tears because of how full Johnny makes her feel.

“Fucking hell, V,” he groans as she clamps down on him. “You’re so fucking tight. Damn, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“We were too busy pretending to hate each other,” V replies, digging her nails into Johnny’s back when he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow but rough— as if he’s getting accustomed to the wondrous feeling of being inside of V. It doesn’t last long, though. Johnny has always been a hard and fast kind of guy, the one that does two or three more rounds before passing out. He’s bragged about his amazing stamina as well, and despite V believing she could match it, she probably won’t be able to tonight.

Not when he’s fucking her into the mattress like this for their very first time together.

Johnny’s brutal pace doesn’t falter. He pounds into V harder, faster, rougher; as if his life depends on it, the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh bouncing off every corner of the room. His slick pre-come mixes with her honeyed essence, allowing him to seamlessly reach the depths of her center. Sweat drips down the side of his face as he maneuvers his mechanical hand to wrap around V’s delicate neck, adding pressure when she doesn’t resist.

“That’s it, baby,” Johnny growls next to her ear, rolling his hips as he squeezes her throat tighter. “You’re making me feel so good. I’ve always known you were a dirty whore.”

V’s gasping and thrashing, but she doesn’t want him to stop. She loves the rush of blood through her head far too much, especially with Johnny slamming harshly into her. It gives her a thrill she has never experienced with anyone else. Pretty sure he’s ruining her for others.

But whether this was part of his intentions or not, V doesn’t know. Nor she cares enough to figure it out.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, V. Look at you, taking all of my cock like the fucking slut you are. You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you? You practically dream about me every night, and don’t you deny it.”

She doesn’t. Johnny was right, though it doesn’t really matter at this very second. His hold on V loosens for her to speak, and she inhales as much air her lungs could possibly take. She could feel it again, the ultimate high she’s been chasing once more. Johnny’s shaft dragging against her pulsing walls brings her even closer to it, building up the pleasure rising in the pit of her stomach.

“I-I’m close,” V warns, the pressure inside her threatening to break free. “Shit, Johnny, I’m gonna come soon.”

Johnny’s hips jerked harder, causing V to cry out. “Yeah? You’re gonna come? Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure you come on my cock.”

Halting, he drapes her left leg over his shoulder, allowing him to slide in deeper than he has before. Johnny then pushes his metallic thumb into V’s mouth, and without prompt, she swirls her tongue around it, coating it with her saliva. Not missing a beat, his movement resumes, all bruising and all punishing. He brings his wetted finger on her sensitive pearl, stroking it as if he’s playing his guitar on stage.

The change in angle proves to be the final straw for V, who’s litany of high-pitch moans spurs Johnny to fuck her even more forcefully. Again and again, she takes everything he gives her, and in turn, she encourages him to follow her into the abyss. Her pussy caresses his cock with every frantic push and pull, and she notices how he’s gradually picking up speed, losing his rhythm in the process.

“Your cunt belongs to mine now,” Johnny mutters, gritting his teeth, and it’s becoming clear to V that he’s holding back just for her. “Come on, V. Let go, let go for me.”

Lust-blown eyes lock with V’s own, wordlessly urging her one last time to come undone. Several sharp thrusts later, she finds herself clenching around Johnny’s cock, her orgasm shooting through her like a rain of bullets. Unabashedly, V shouts as her vision whitens, intense waves of ecstasy washing over her shaking body. She’s too absorbed in bliss to realize right away that Johnny was still in her, dick hard and ready for a similar release.

Once she finds her bearings, V grinds her hips against Johnny’s, and immediately, his nails dig into her as he begins to move inside her yet again.

“Don’t stop, Johnny,” she purrs, watching him fuck her with both fast and long strokes. “I want you to cum deep inside me, baby. Shit, I want it so badly. Please, give it to me. Please…”

With a strained moan, Johnny suddenly climaxes, snarling as he shoots searing ropes of his thick, creamy cum into V, painting her inner walls with white. His features contort with pleasure as he throws his head back, his breathing shallow and ragged. When his heart rate returns somewhat back to normal, he slowly pulls his softening cock out, smirking at the sight of his load dripping out of her.

Afterwards, he flops down beside V with a huff, joining her as she stares blankly up at the ceiling. Johnny clears his throat as he shifts closer to V, who instinctively rests her head on his chest. His cyber arm curls around her, and she sighs deeply, seemingly content.

“How about that for a fucking distraction?” He says, recalling how the two of them got here in the place. “Don’t even have to go on a ride to clear your mind. Feel free to ride me instead.”

V laughs at his jest. “It was a great fuck, the best one I’ve ever had if I’m honest. But I’m still going after Cruz.”

Johnny hums in response, seeing V’s weary eyes growing heavier. “Fine, but just to let you know, what happened between us isn’t a one-time thing.”

“Fuck, I hope not. You’re stuck with me till the end of the world, buddy.”

“It’s a good thing you have an amazing pussy then.”

V smacks him lightly as exhaustion begins to take over. Sure, she was still pissed she didn’t get her eddies, but at least now she knows the prick named Johnny Silverhand was surprisingly a cuddler.

And that piece of information was worth gold.

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[reidyoulikeabook]

15, 17 and 26 all from fluff!!! <3333333333

you asked and you shall RECEIVE my sweet avery! of course you pick out the very best combination of prompts, i'd expect no less <3

Ship: GN! Reader x Spencer Reid

Word count: .9k

Warnings: Kissing, general goofiness and cheesiness.

Prompts: #15 "Wow, you're photogenic."

#17 "Quick, kiss me!"

#26 "My lip gloss is all over your lips.”

A/N: I haven’t posted in an AGE and I won’t lie when I say this might not be my best work, but I was feeling writing for once so I tried! I’m going through a pretty rough mental time at the moment and I’m finding it hard to do much, but I wrote this! It’s technically part of the A-Z series, but works as a stand-alone :)

You've both worked up quite the sweat from your, admittedly too enthusiastic, dancing by the time you tumble your way into the photobooth. You'd been meaning to make a stop there all night but between the children (Aaron could probably wallpaper his entire house with pictures of the inside of Jack's nose, pressed right up against the camera), and the far reaching branches of Derek's family tree that yanked him outside for new mantelpiece photos at every opportunity, you just hadn't had the chance. Until now.

Giggling, you pull back the curtain. Almost tripping inside the booth, your interlocked fingers meaning Spencer is yanked in right along with you. He's laughing too. His nose scrunched, glasses comically far up, his face tinged pink with laughter, his hair damp and especially springy against his forehead.

"Sit down!" You chastise.

"Hold on!" He protests, trying to get himself comfortable in his seat. He pulls an odd face, one that involves contorting his mouth into a shape you’re not sure you’ve seen outside of the dentist office, flaring his nostrils, and frowning simultaneously.

And then, amongst the hububub, the camera flashes. Followed by the instant sound of whirring. Spencer frowns, reaching forward, but you lurch. Grabbing the picture and bringing it up to your line of sight, grinning, “Wow, you’re photogenic.”

“Give me that!”

You shake your head, tucking your arm behind your back, “Nope.”

“Please?” He pleads, pushing out his lower lip.

“Nope.”

He braces himself, his legs tensing under you.

He’s up to something.

You bring your right hand back to his chest, steadying yourself, “It’s going to go off again.”

He shakes his head, “The wait between the flashes is actually longer than you’d think because it accommodates for people leaving and getting readjusted in the booth, if it went off that fast there’d be a whole load of film that was just wasted-”

Flash.

His face tenses, startled, and you burst into another peel of laughter. Your thumb tracing along the line of his jaw, “Is that so Doctor Reid?”

“It’s usually longer!” He defends, his voice pitching upwards, “Morgan must have gotten a subpar photobooth.”

“Or maybe you just don’t know about photobooths.”

His eyebrows raise for a brief second, then dip back down to their original position, a conciliatory smile on his face, “I don’t actually know about photobooths. I was just making it up so you’d kiss me.”

“You want a picture of us kissing?”

His teeth worry at his bottom lip, and he takes pause. You take the opportunity to smile brightly at him, your eyes widening as you take in the entirety of his much too adorable, much too appealing, face staring up at you. A mixture of wonder and amazement in his eyes that almost makes you dizzy.

Spencer Reid, wanting photobooth kissing pictures.

“Well then quick, Spencer, you’d better kiss me.”

His face lights up: a smile reserved only for you, instinctively tilting his head up to be closer to you. You squeeze his chin affectionately between your thumb and forefinger, closing the gap between you that was filled only with warm air and quiet desire. His hand comes to the small of your back, on instinct, pressing you against him as his lips brush against yours. Lightly, at first, just testing out the water. Gentle and affectionate, and then harder. Chasing his mouth as he slumps into the seat, pulling you further into his lap.

Flash.

It knocks you off kilter, surprising you. A laugh reverberates through his throat and into your mouth, eliciting a very similar reaction from you. His face is scrunched up with joy as he pulls back, laughing, “That’s kind of a mood killer.”

“There’s a reason you don’t put strobe lights in the bedroom.”

“I think I might have to concede you know more about photobooths than me,” He smiles, his arms looped around your waist, his head pressing into your neck.

“My lip gloss is all over your lips,” You chastise half-heartedly, “I’ll be covered in it.”

He presses a series of delicate kisses along the line of your collarbone, coming to the hollow of your throat. You feel him speak as much as you hear it, “I think it looks good anywhere on you.”

“You would,” You tease, running your fingers lightly through his hair, which has been carefully gelled for the occasion.

He sighs, contentedly. It’s nice, really, to have the time to yourself. Penelope and Derek’s special day has been in the making for a month, and as much as it’s a glorious occasion the lead-up (including the 6am start to the day) has been a whirlwind. It’s nice to take pause.

It’s especially nice to imagine Spencer at your own wedding. He looks gorgeous in a proper suit, even letting you pick out a tie that matched your outfit.

Wonder if he’ll look this beautiful at our wedding.

Don’t be silly. Even more so.

You smile to yourself, tightening your arms around him.

Flash.

Despite the work that went into acquiring the kiss, the photo that ends up on your mantelpiece in a frame is the last one. The biggest smile on Spencer’s face, accompanied by a look of pure peace. His arms securing you to him, and your own looped around to hold him close. The look in your eyes, the softness of the features of your face, as you look at him in that picture? It makes him feel more sure of your love for him than anything in this world. And maybe, just maybe, he gets Penelope to make a copy for his wallet.

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[king-bito]

Vanta Black is a butt

I’m sorry, this is my first Drabble or whatever this is, I didn’t proof read it, I don’t really know what my intention was here.. I’m not a writer, I do digital art, but there’s so little Shihai smut out there I thought I would add my bad writing to the small pile xD

I’m SO SORRY.

Pairing: Shihai Kuroiro x Reader

Characters are in their mid twenties.

Rating: Explicit

MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Warnings: Dub-Con, Predator/Prey Dynamic, Quirk use, Smut

It’s been a long day, it’s 10pm and you just exited the cinema alone, your friend, who decided to make the whole movie about kissing, making out, and blowing their newly acquired boyfriend, ditched you early in favour of going home with him.

Oh how wonderful it felt to be a third wheel. You’d resigned and accepted your fate, opting to take your time, grabbing a coffee at concession before leaving.

It’s Friday night and there’s still a buzz of nightlife, just barely starting to pick up. Luckily you lived nearby so you wouldn’t have to suffer atrocious cab fares, and the awkward conversations that you always felt cornered into.

You take a deep breath, finishing off the last of your beverage and tossing it into the trash and beginning your walk home, pulling together your jacket to ward off the cold bite of the night air.

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It’s only 2 blocks from your apartment when you hear what sounds like distressed meows coming from a dark alley. Was it a cat? Fuck, it’s too cold on a night like this to just ignore it. You aren’t the bravest person, and dimly lit alleyways threw up about a dozen warning signals, but these small, infantile kitten meows had you falter and pause.

Biting your lip, you decide to suck it up. You can’t abandon a little kitty out here..

Oh how wonderfully gullible you are.

As you near a filthy dumpster with so many tags on it you can’t even make out a single letter, a cold breeze makes you shiver, it travels up your spine making you feel unsettled. For some reason the meows stopped when you began to enter the alley, and as you pull your arms around yourself for comfort to try and quell the fear, you peer around some stray boxes and trash bags, hoping to locate the abandoned animal.

You let out a gasp as something moves, you suppress a scream and tumble back against the brick wall, panting, heart beating rapidly.

There is nothing.

You swallow, you must have imagined it right?

Suddenly you feel something warm grab your wrists from behind, instinctively you try to pull forward but whatever is holding you is like a vice. Looking down you see pitch black hands wrapped firmly around your dainty wrists and then a low, whispering voice hits your ear.

“Hello little mousy~” Out from the dark brick behind you, a mans face with charcoal pigmented skin is pushing out from the darkness, his deep, dangerous tone terrifying and a little too provocative. Your first reaction is to bolt, and as you yank yourself away (purely at the mercy of this strange man in a wall letting your wrists go), you fall to the ground, turning to back yourself up against the opposite wall, resting on your now scraped palms. “W-what the hell?!” You stammer, taking in the sight before you.

Oh how cute.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell, hoping to draw the attention of someone, anyone, nearby.

...

A deep chuckle cuts through the cold silence between you, and you watch as the head moves forward, more of his body emerging from the wall, and now, you get the chance to fully drink in his features. He’s handsome, well, what little you can make out in the low light against impossibly dark skin. His eyes are hooded and seductive, they study you with each breath you take. His lips are lightly pursed into a small smirk, they look perfect on his sharp jawline. His face is framed by a mop of thick silver hair that flicks out in an unruly manner over his cheeks and the back of his neck. The man is clad in a black coat, grey denim jeans, and a low cut v-neck tee, where you can make out his defined collarbones disappearing beneath the lapels of his long coat.

“Aww.. did I scare the poor little thing?” The man coos out gently, and the twisted smile he wears tells you very clearly this was all just fun cruelty to him.

“O-Of course you did! Who the fuck does tha-“

“Shihai” he interrupts you.

“What?”

“My name is Shihai Kuroiro, but you may call me Kuro.”

“I don’t give a damn what your name is.” You blurt out, getting yourself back to your feet and pressing yourself against the cold brick as if it would get you any further away from this..thing.

“You should. You will. Pretty thing like you couldn’t help but come to the pitiful little meows of a kitten, you didn’t even think, did you?”

“I-I…”

“I’m not even very good at making those sounds.. and yet you wandered all the way down an unlit alley, where oh, I don’t know…” Shihai steps forward and places his palms either side of your shoulders. He’s taller than you, lean, but sturdy in build, and his every languid movement was filled with its own strength and purpose. “...anyone could take advantage of you."

"I saw you in the cinema," He continued."you and your so called friend, she certainly had a good time, didn’t she?” He muses, leaning down so his wild grey-ish locks tickle your temple, his breath fanning over your neck as he spoke.

You can’t help but go red at the closeness, there was no doubt he was hot, he was very much your type and when was the last time you had a good fuck? Too long, that was for sure. But this guy was being a real creep! Not to mention scaring you half to death like some sort of twisted predator…

“Such a shame they didn’t invite you along with them.. then again, if they had, I wouldn’t have been able to get you alone like this… so cute, so flushed.. and my.. so easy.” He growls darkly, carding his fingers through your hair, and slowly curling his hand into a fist to grab a handful and yank gently. “Have some fun with me…” You knew this wasn’t an offer, but an inevitable demand, and against your quickly disappearing better judgement, you nodded meekly. Fuck it.

———————

The next few minutes are a blur, as you find yourself naked beneath Shihai, panting and mewling as his mouth works your nipple, sucking and nibbling while his hand massages and kneads your other breast. “K-...Kuro…” You gasp, arching your back and grabbing a fistful of his hair. You throw your head back and pant to the pulsing in your core, deft fingers of Shihai’s free hand thrusting in and out of you while curling them expertly.

The man is ravenous as he attacks that spongey spot inside you, his mouth hotly working up your neck and leaving an all manner of marks in his wake. You let out a guttural moan, writhing underneath his frame, pressing your chest to his and rocking your hips against his fingers, chasing your orgasm like a woman starved.

So Shameless

You weren’t quite sure how he got you to this room so quickly from the city street, no doubt it had to be some weird quirk that came with his abnormal allearance but you were hardly complaining once he stripped you, and himself down and practically threw you onto the bed to jump you.

“So beautiful.. so good for me, little mouse…” he coos, growling shortly after as he notices your body giving him telltale signs of your impending release. “Kuro.. please.. I-I’m..” You whine loudly as he pulls his fingers out of you abruptly, ceasing his administrations in full and repositioning himself above you. “Uh-uh-uh..~” Shihai keens, tutting before capturing your mouth in a lust filled kiss and pressing his tongue to your lips, demanding access. Your pitiful whine of protest offers him the perfect opening as he slides his tongue into your mouth and dominates you entirely, a free hand pushing your hips down to stop your pitiful bucking. “Mmmphhh~” You moan into his mouth, running your hands up and down his chest and ribs, feeling the muscles move and tense and admiring each contraction as he moves to line himself up.

“You only get to cum on my dick, understand~?” His voice is smooth like butter when he breaks the kiss, bringing his hand up to lick your ample juices from his fingers in a lewd display. He nearly moans when he tastes you, eyes fluttering closed as he savours your taste, slowly and teasingly sucking every digit clean. “Oh.. so delicious, little one. I’ll be sure to clean you up properly when we’re done…” He grins, sliding his tongue out of his mouth provocatively, causing you to whimper.

It’s only when you feel his hips move do you realise he had slowly been lining himself up with your dripping entrance, rolling them to push the tip of his leaking cock into your stretched hole, the movement drawing a long, loud moan from you. Fuck, you didn’t even get a good look at it in the heat of things, but fuck if it didn’t feel massive as it slowly stretches you out around the sheer girth.

Shihai hums contently, clearly holding back his sounds in favour of composure and control as he slowly, smoothly, sheaths himself into your heat. The stretch hurts, and is taking a little too long to grow accustomed to as you look up at the stunningly biz are creature above you. You raise a hand to his cheek, admiring his smooth warm skin and slight changes in shade as he grows hotter and hotter from the workout, and you offer the first gentle touch of the night to him, as re-assurance he can move, yes, but also an attempt to connect, and as his eyes dart to you’s, you swear you could see his cheeks reddening a little.

Shihai shakes his head and lowers himself down to bite and nibble at your neck, slowly beginning to rock his hips back and forth. “So.. so tight, you really are a sweet little thing aren’t you” he manages between thrusts that grow in intensity. “Fuck, you’re practically sucking me in, beautiful.” he grunts, a shudder racking his spine as you continue to touch him tenderly.

“A-ahmmm… Kuro!” You groan, breaths becoming an uneven pant, you lean back to give him better access to your neck and guide his hand up to your breast again as you start to move your hips in time with his, lifting your knees to let him hit deeper and deeper inside of you. “I wanna… mmmmphhhh! Shit.. I need to…” you feel the tightness building in your stomach.

The pace quickens and the new angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside of you. He’s bracing himself on one hand, and with his other, he’s squeezing and gently teasing your pebbled nipple beneath his fingertips.

“Hahn… gonna cum? Go on… you can do it. Cum all over my cock.”

You throw your head back again and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you with each thrust until your walls clench and contract around his dick, making it twitch and pulse as you both reach your high, coming undone at once.

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Kuroiro takes surprisingly good care of you after multiple rounds of intense orgasms, he cleans you up with a warm damp cloth, feeds you, and gives you water before you damn near pass out in his bed. As he settles in beside you, scooting up to try and make you roll over so he can spoon you, you reach up to cup his cheek in your hand, your sleepy expression sweet and lazy. “...You’re still a creep..” You murmur gently, causing him to look at you with a little shock. He opens his mouth to retaliate, but you cut him off before he can get a stupid cocky remark in. “...but this was amazing. Do you think next time we could start…. with an actual date?”

His mouth opens again, this time he’s speechless. “Wait.. r-really? You’d.. you’d like to…?”

“Shhhh…” you nod, smiling gently as you roll over and shuffle back into him.

What you’re too tired to notice, is the heat coming from his cheeks, ears, and neck. Shit, he thought if he could just remain in control he wouldn’t become a stammering blushing mess. You weren’t supposed to like him! Nor ask him out!

But you had to be a cute little sweetheart and flip the tables on his plan.

#shihai kuroiro #Shihai Kuroiro x reader #lemon #smut #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha x reader #vanta black x reader #first time doing this please go easy on me

[chrisevansjellybeans]

Love You Goodbye

*not my gif*

This is loosely based on "Love You Goodbye" by the lovely boys of One Direction

Warnings: swearing, smut, pure and utter angst and sadness

18+ MINORS DNI

The end was inevitable. You were over 15 years younger than him. He was ready to settle down and start a family and you still wanted to wait a couple more years. He was set on living in Boston and you wanted to explore your options. For three years you guys ignored these things, sweeping them under the rug. But now they had caught up to you. They had reared their ugly head in an argument that ended with tears shed and suitcases packed.

You straightened your shoulders as you took a step into Chris’s house for the last time. You had come over to grab the last of your things; everything else had been either placed in storage or was now sitting in the basement of your sister’s house with the rest of your hopes and dreams. You sucked in a breath as you spotted Chris sitting on one of the barstools, his thumb tracing over your favorite picture of the two of you. It was taken last winter when the two of you had gone ice skating. The picture just exuded pure love and every time you had looked at it, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey.” Your voice caused Chris to look up and straighten up in his seat as he sniffed, quickly running his hands under his eyes.

“Hey. Your things are in the bedroom.” He was short, but you expected nothing less. You didn’t answer, just made the familiar trek to the master bedroom.

He had neatly folded all of your clothes and all of your bathroom supplies were labeled and put into bags or boxes. You looked down at the pile of clothes and your throat tightened as your fingers brushed over the familiar fabric of your favorite of Chris’s shirts. Neatly tucked with the rest of your shirts.

“It seemed only right that you have it. I don’t wear it anymore.” You turned around to see Chris leaning against the door frame. His voice was hard but his eyes were soft as he took inventory of the stuff on the bed.

“Thank you.” You whispered. He gave you a firm nod. You set the suitcase that you had brought with you on the bed and started putting the clothes in. Your vision blurred as you placed the last shirt in. You closed the top and reached for the zipper but were stopped by Chris’s hand. You froze as his body leaned into yours and your body reacted almost instantaneously.

“I don’t want you to go.” He muttered, his voice cracking. “Not like this.”

“I know, but…” you trailed off. You looked up at him, his blue eyes swimming with tears. You wanted to laugh at the fact that even in this heartbreaking moment, he was still the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

“Don’t leave. Not tonight.” He pleaded. He moved down and attached his lips to your neck and you let out a breathy moan. “Stay with me one more night. Let me love you goodbye.”

His kisses were like fire against your skin as he continued his assault on your neck, nipping and biting at the spot that he knew would garner a reaction from you. Your hands wound around his waist as he cupped your face. You both peered at each other, breathing hard.

“Please.”

You responded by smashing your lips to his. He let out a growl deep in his throat as he pushed your stuff off the bed and laid you down. Hovering over you, his eyes never left yours as he peeled off his shirt. You bit your lip and dragged your fingers across the tattoos that graced his front. His nipples hardened as you scraped your nail over the tightening bud before tracing over his Dodger tattoo.

You diverted your gaze from his chest up to his eyes that were hooded, watching you closely. You leaned up and reconnected your lips. The kiss was slow. Passionate. Savory. It was like you both were taking extra careful notes to remember it forever.

Chris reached and pulled your tank top over your head, a groan escaping as he took notice of the deep red lingerie you had on underneath. You quickly slipped off your shorts as well to show him the whole deal. Red lace panties with tastefully cut out spots to match the poor excuse of a lace bra.

“You’re killing me, baby girl. How are you gonna wear that when you’re leaving me?” Chris moaned as he kissed down your chest. Taking his time and appreciating each of your tender nipples. Sucking them over the lace and twisting them with his fingers. His hands wandered down your body and started toying with the hem of your panties, his mouth still giving attention to your aching buds.

“Chris,” You moaned out as his fingers danced lightly over your covered mound.

“What do you need, baby? Use your words.”

“I need your talented mouth a little lower, please.” You bit your lip as you moaned out the words.

Chris chuckled and shook his head. “Always Miss Manners.”

But he did what you asked. He kissed his way from your breasts, down your stomach and peppered kisses across the waistline of your underwear. You sucked in a breath as his nose bumped over your clit as he pressed a gentle kiss against your panties.

“You always get so fucking wet for me.” Chris growled as he lowered your panties and you quickly kicked them off. His fingers sliding down your folds and gathering your wetness on them. “Your pussy knows who it belongs to.”

You let out a loud moan as his lips attached your clit and he inserted two fingers right away. Your hands gripped his hair as he laid his tongue flat against you before lapping you up and sucking in a sinful way. His fingers inside of you curling at just the right angle to hit that spongy spot inside of you.

“That feels so good, baby.”

Chris just hummed against your clit and you shuttered, your fingers tightening in his hair. Your hips bucked as you felt your orgasm approaching. You arched your back and let out a loud moan as your orgasm crashed over you.

“Fuck, I love how you taste.” Chris growled as he kissed back up your body before crashing his lips to yours. You bucked your hips to meet his.

“I need you.” You begged. Flipping the two of you over so you were on top, you fiddled with his belt before successfully pulling it off and undoing his jeans. You licked your lips as you took in the hard outline of his dick through his briefs.

“It’s yours, honey, take it.” Chris mumbled. He ran his fingers through your hair as you lowered his underwear and took his aching member into your mouth.

“Oh fuck.” Chris moaned, his mouth agape. He watched you through hooded eyes as you expertly swallowed his cock down your throat. Your tongue sinfully teasing the head while your hand stroked the base. He almost lost it when you looked up at him as you gagged around his cock, hot tears streaming down your face.

“Shit, come here.” He pulled you off of him and brought you back up to him so he could kiss you fiercely. Your lips stayed connected as Chris lined himself up with your entrance and entered you slowly. You pulled away slightly as you gasped at the feeling of him fully seated inside of you. For a moment neither of you moved. You could feel your tears once again as you lowered your head into the crook of his neck, your emotions all over the place. How could you feel so good and yet feel like your heart was shattering all at once.

You let out a tiny whine and Chris took that as his cue to start moving. You sucked in a breath as he lowered his hips before snapping them back up against you. Your body started moving on its own accord, grinding against him as your bodies moved in perfect sync.

“I love you.” Chris said through gritted teeth and you could hear the emotion in his voice. His arms wrapped tightly around your center as he fucked up into you. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Chris!” You didn’t know if you were moaning in pleasure or if you were crying out in sadness. Before you could really process your thoughts, Chris flipped the two of you over again. You looked at him with tearful eyes and you felt your heart finally break as his own held their own tears. Leaning over, Chris captured your mouth in a heated kiss. Your lips moved over his, tongues dancing together as your orgasm teetered on the edge.

“I love you.” You whimpered against his mouth. His hips stuttered as his release approached. “Cum for me, baby. Please.” That was enough for him. He let out a loud curse, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. You felt your orgasm crash over you, your head thrown back as Chris continued to pound into you; his lips attached to the side of your neck and kissing that spot that had you cumming again.

Slowly Chris rolled off of you, his chest heaving as he laid next to you. You couldn’t look at him. You knew that if you did the dam that you had been building would inevitably break. You laid in silence for a few moments before you finally made the move to stand up from the bed. As you rolled over you paused as Chris’s hand reached out and gripped your wrist.

“Don’t.” His voice was weak and you finally looked at him. Your bottom lip wavered at the sight of the man that you loved. Chris was always beautiful to you, but something about him after the two of you made love had your heart soaring higher. The way his cheeks were flushed and his eyes still slightly blown, his hair disheveled and his lips red, swollen and begging to be kissed again. But now with that beauty was heartache. His lust blown eyes were now a deep blue shade of sadness as they silently begged you not to leave the bed.

“I have to go.” You whispered, looking away once again. “If I stay, I won’t leave.”

“Then don’t leave.” You felt him sit up and gently tug on your wrist. “Don’t leave me.”

You shook your head, pulling your wrist free from his burning grip. You gathered your clothes and started pulling them on. Maybe in another lifetime the two of you would work out.

“I can’t give you what you want, Chris.” You finally said as you looked at him again. “And I would hate myself if I made you give up on what you want. On what you deserve.”

“I can wait, Y/N. I’ll wait until you're ready. I don’t want these things if they aren’t with you.” He stood up, his voice full of conviction. But you knew him. You could see the turmoil behind his eyes. You knew him, sometimes better than he knew himself and vice versa, and you knew that he wanted to start a family sooner rather than later.

Walking over to him, you pressed your hands against the hard muscles of his chest. You could feel his heartbeat increase as you stood there, staring at the light fluttering of chest hair. Tentatively, you moved your hands from his chest to around his neck and brought his mouth down to yours. The kiss was salty as both of your tears mixed between your lips.

“Please.” His final attempt at getting you to stay as you pulled away.

“Promise me that you will find someone.” You laid your head against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you. “Promise me, Chris.”

“Don’t make me do that.” He rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“Promise me.” You repeated, tilting your head up to look at him.

His jaw clenched as he looked down at you. “I promise.”

You nodded once before stepping out of his arms and going back over to grab your stuff. You paused at the threshold of his bedroom door, your eyes meeting again. “Goodbye, Chris.”

And before he could say anything else, anything else that would make you stay you walked out of his room and out of his life.

#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans angst #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader smut #welp this one hurt

[alexaplaysgames]

Can you do Felix and Mc getting into a fight

My angst brain need some

You got it bb <3 Idk if this is really that much of a fight, but I couldn't make the MC too mean to Felix. Also, I’m aware this paints baby in a bad light. I had to make them fight about something okay :’( I don’t think he’d do this in canon.

Title: A bit Bitter

Pairing: Felix Escellun x GN!MC (Last Legacy)

Words: 2564

Tags: @demon-paradise @themohawkhelmet @cactus-hoodie @aomiyeon @piningmaybeanartist @another-confused-gay @uselessbeanies @nomnomcupcakesworld @druwuuwu @frozen-daydream @kirakiratears @margitartist @crowtrinkets @fanfic-about-fictif Please let me know if you would like to be added or removed.

“Tell me the truth, Felix.”

His gray eyes dart upwards from his textbooks as I storm into the room. When he sees what I hold clutched in my hands, he swallows, the bob of his throat visible even from the doorway.

I continue in a voice that is simultaneously weak and as strong as I can manage. “Is this really how you feel?”

“W-why do you have that, love?”

I frown. His nervousness sends guilt shooting through me, but I stamp it out. I’ve bent over backwards for months in an attempt to make him comfortable, and did so gladly. But this? I can only withstand so much.

I set the notebook down on the edge of his desk with a heavy thud. Felix winces.

“The things you wrote in here, about me…” I shake my head, then look away. I can feel my eyes sting, and I bite my tongue to hold back from crying. “Felix-“

“That’s private! You don’t have the right to go snooping through my possessions.”

I sigh. Yeah, I’m nosy and read his journal, and normally I would be ashamed. I shouldn’t have done it, but… “I don’t think that’s important right now.”

“Of course it’s important!” Felix gasps, standing out of his desk chair to snatch up the journal. He meets my eyes with a fragile sort of vulnerability, then pulls the journal defensively to his chest. “I’m not privy to every thought you have. You can’t judge me for mine.”

“I would never think these things of you!” My voice raises until it edges on a shout, and I frantically rush to reign it in. “I would never.”

“That’s not-“ Felix whispers with a shake of his head. “That’s not fair.”

“No. What’s not fair is this.” I reach forward and pull the leather journal from his hands, flipping forward a few weathered pages until I find what I’m looking for.

“‘Not nearly comparable to Rime’s beauty, nor do they possess his talent with magic. They’re candlelight to his radiant sun. I’ve quelled whatever feeling has stirred in my chest and decided that I won’t settle for them. Not while my love is still hurting. And I do miss him so.”

Felix is biting at his lip as I lower the book once more, his eyes watery, wide circles. “That’s old,” he chokes out. “I swear. I don’t feel that way. I love you.”

He looks like he wants to touch me, so I step away. I shake my head. “But you did feel that way.”

“I- why does it matter? That’s private. How- how much else have you read to convince yourself my feelings for you are disingenuous? You were never meant to see any of it.” He’s wrapped arms around his thin frame, now, squeezing his eyes shut as if he wishes this all would simply go away.

“I’ve read enough.”

Felix’s eyes go wide, then dart to the journal in my hand. “Why?” I ask. “Worried there’s something worse left for me to uncover?”

“N-no.” He runs his hand over his face. “Why couldn’t you stay out of my things? That was personal! It was none of your business!” Felix hisses the last words, as close to angry as I’ve ever seen him with me. His eyes are filled with tears, but his expression if one of a rage I’ve never been in the receiving end of.

“Fuck you,” I spit out, watching him hiccup as if the words were a physical blow. “You’re a liar, Felix.” Then I simply can’t help myself but to add, “Maybe you do deserve to be alone.”

I know as soon as I say it that I’ve gone too far, and the look on his face- fuck. I don’t know if I’ll ever get the broken, hurt expression that flashes across his features out of my head. Yes, the words he’d written in that journal had stung, but I don’t feel any satisfaction from hurting him just as badly. If anything, it makes me feel worse.

All I feel is lost. My psyche weighs heavy with guilt, as well as hatred for myself for letting my patience slip. Before it can all come crumbling down on me, I turn on my heel and rush out the door, slamming it behind me with an echo that rings much to hollow to make me feel any better.

✦✧✦✧

I had frantically stuffed my few belongings into a bag and rushed to the nearest inn, flopping onto a rickety bed and crying myself to exhaustion. That had been two days ago, now, and I haven’t spoken to Felix since.

On the bright side, sending drunk texts is much more difficult to do when one doesn’t possess a cellphone.

Each night my dreams are filled with memories of his face, his smile. I can feel him in my arms, see the distinct colour of his blush each time I call him “baby” or “my sweet”. I wonder if I was over-dramatic in my reaction, but then remember the words in that journal. To think, the passage I had read aloud had only been one of many.

No. I was right to be upset.

I keep wondering if maybe the things he wrote in there were true. Yet, it’s so confusing- Felix has always had the upmost respect for me. And he’s not exactly great at hiding his emotions.

I’ve met with Anisa and Sage, both of whom seemed relatively stunned at the news. Anisa had offered exercise as a way to take my mind off it, and Sage had offered… another form of physical activity altogether, which didn’t really surprise me.

“A fight? Really? You two have always seemed like such a sappy married couple…”

I sigh. “Thanks, Sage. Really. It wasn’t even a fight, to be honest.”

“Married couples do fight, Sage.” Anisa pats my hand. “Felix is just dramatic. It will be fine! Whatever he did, I’m sure he didn’t mean it. He just gets a little… jumbled up sometimes. But his intentions are pure. At least, I believe so. You can never tell with Felix.” She smiles. “Give him some time to mope and he’ll apologize.”

“If it helps,” Sage interjects, “he fought all the time with deer boy, and they were apparently a thing. I’m sure he’s used to it.”

I refrain from telling Sage that his oh-so-helpful comment is far from helpful; in fact, it highlights exactly what I’m worried about.

Tonight, thunder strikes outside in heavy, booming claps. The room I’ve rented is lowly lit by a single candle, but the flashes of lightning outside the window often light up the entire space. Rain pelts the roof and the wind howls mournfully, as if in empathy of my crushed spirit.

I’m just in the middle of pretending I’m in a sad music video when I hear an unsteady knock at the door. At first, I think it might be a tree branch outside, being as it’s so soft, but then I hear the sound again.

I fling the wool blankets over my head with a huff and shuffle towards the door, then unceremoniously fling it open.

I should have expected it would be my necromancer boyfriend looking like a drenched cat.

Felix is sopping wet, his hair plastered to his forehead and clothes so soaked I can see his tanned skin underneath. As soon as the door opens, his eyes go wide, and he immediately looks as if he’s attempting to say something, but he can’t seem to spit it out. His teeth are chattering so forcefully he can’t speak, and the wind has whipped the wet strands of hair into his mouth.

He is so stupid. I immediately can’t help but think that I love him. I am definitely morosexual.

I blink dazedly at him for a moment, before grabbing his elbows and hastily pulling him inside.

“I’m s-sorry,” he sobs as I grab a blanket off the bed and hastily wrap it around his shoulders. I can’t tell if he’s shaking from crying or the cold, can’t tell if the wetness on his face is from his tears or the rain. “I’m so sorry.”

“Felix, it’s fine. Come here, you’re going to get hypothermia.”

I grab a towel from the bathroom and begin using it to dry his hair. He shakes his head as he pushes it away, sending droplets of water flying. “No! Listen, please, I am sorry, I am. I wish to explain myself. You deserve that much, at least.”

I sigh, then stand back and nod. I sit down on the edge of the bed. The mattress groans, as do I. “Fine.”

Felix pauses as if he didn’t expect that answer.

Then he picks at the frayed strings of the blanket around him. He shivers as he tugs it tighter around his shoulders. He licks his lips. “I wasn’t in a good place when we met.”

I nod. It was obvious then, and it’s even more so now. “I know.”

“It wasn’t healthy. I know that it wasn’t, but-” he cuts off as the thunder outside rumbles, lightning illuminating the haunted look in his eyes. “I loved Rime. More than that, I obsessed over him.”

That much I had guessed, but the confirmation does still twist my stomach.

“I was still in love with him when we met. Desperately so. I clung to the very idea of him for years. Rime adored how I idolized him, he encouraged it-“ he looks out the window as if lost in thought, then sighs. “It wasn’t you. I would’ve compared anyone to him. I did.”

Felix sniffs, then delicately kneels at my feet. “I am so sorry. I promise I didn’t truly think those things, my dear. I just felt so guilty, every time I felt anything for you. I had made myself think that he was perfect, that I could enforce my love for him through some strange sort of self-discipline.” He cringes, as if he knows how awful that sounds. “It seemed reasonable. I owed him my life.”

Apparently having said what he needed, Felix goes quiet. His eyes are red-rimmed, dark circles underneath, as if he’s been crying instead of sleeping ever since I left him.

“You are so incredibly lovely,” he whispers, choking. “I could see it even then. I was scared of what it would do to me to admit it.”

I swallow. I’m honestly not sure whether to believe him, but the look in his eyes is so earnest. Felix is many things, but he’s not one to hide his feelings, nor is he a good actor. I know deep down that he’s not faking his love for me, despite how my heart convinced me otherwise.

“If- If you’re still angry with me, I understand,” Felix stammers, though the tears in his eyes make it seem like that isn’t true. “M-maybe I should leave-“

The rain pounds harder against the windows. The wind whistles through the surrounding cracks. I grab his wrist.

“Come here, my sweet.”

Felix’s eyes widen at my use of my pet name for him, a timid look of disbelief in his eyes as he takes my hand and allows me to pull him onto the bed. I lie down on my back and guide to lay against my chest.

“I forgive you.” I almost can’t believe the words myself, but I know that it’s the only option I could ever consider. I love him. It’s a simple as it is complex.

“You needn’t-“

“I do. It wasn’t right of you to say those things, but it was also unfair of me to get so angry with you over something you wrote a long time ago. I know your old relationship really took a toll on you. Besides, I said some awful things to you too, Felix,” I continue, reaching up to brush his bangs back from his forehead. He trembles, leaning slightly into my touch. “You don’t deserve to be alone. I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me, and I shouldn’t have. Okay?” I wait until he finally nods to continue. “And I’m sorry for going through your things. I betrayed your trust, and you were right to be upset.”

Felix goes a little slack-jawed before he finally breathes out, “O-of course I forgive you.”

“I’m glad, because I don’t think I could live without you.”

He stares at me for a moment longer before he lurches forward and kisses me, desperate and wanting, full to the brim with both apology and forgiveness. It tastes if the salt of his tears and the cold rainwater that runs over his cheeks. He’s shaking the whole time, and I tug him tighter to my chest. I can feel his heart racing through the fabric of our clothes.

“I love you, sweet.”

“I love you too,” Felix hiccups, “so much.”

We spend a bit longer like that, tangled up in the bedsheets with Felix soaking through both our clothes. Eventually, I pull back.

“Did you really wait until it was storming to show up and apologize?”

A sheepish laugh as he flushes. “I had t-thought it would be romantic. Like in my novels. I didn’t realize it was pouring quite so hard.”

His cheeks are a flaming red and he looks away like he expects me to be upset. I sigh to hide my fond smile. All I can do is kiss him again.

“I’ve brought you something,” Felix murmurs, his lips so close to mine that they brush, his eyelashes wet against my cheeks. He reaches back and takes the leather notebook, the stupid source of all our fighting, out of his coat pocket. It’s surprisingly dry.

I can’t help but want to smack that stupid book out of his hand. “Felix, why would you do that?”

He rolls his eyes, then gets up and stands off to the side of the bed. The room lights up green as his entire hand, the journal with it, are suddenly engulfed in flames, until nothing but ashes sift through his fingertips, drifting down to settle against the wooden floor.

“You’re my future.”

He’s so dramatic. I love him to pieces.

I grab his waist and all but tackle him back onto the bed, delighting in his surprised squeak.

“Stop!” Felix yelps as he falls back against the mattress, only to be assaulted by my cuddles, “I’m positively soaked; I’ll drench the sheets.”

I can’t really say that I care. We have a lot of making up to do; I’m not spending a second without him by my side for the rest of the night. Felix grumbles a final complaint and then sighs. He wraps his arms around me and presses his cheek into my chest, and I can’t help but think he feels the same.

“I didn’t enjoy that,” he mumbles, turning his face into me to hide his expression. “Being apart from you, it- hurt. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby.” I’m just realizing how much. His scent and the feel of his hair against my skin, his voice. He’s invaded my senses once more, and it feels like coming back to life.

He turns to look up at me. His cheeks are rosy and his hair mussed, droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes and temples. God, he’s so adorable- I don’t know how I could ever stand to be angry with him. “I don’t want to be at odds with you anymore. I love you too much.”

I boop his perfect nose. “Deal.”

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.:☆.°☾.Jealous.☾°.☆.:

DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t represent the members’ actions or the army’s actions in any manner it’s pure fiction. This is an original work, do not copy. The taglist is open if you want. Taglist is now closed.

WORD COUNT: 1358 words

PAIRING/S: Jungkook X female reader

GENRE: Established relationship au ; Oneshot/Imagine

WARNINGS: None

ABOUT: This oneshot is part of a 7 part BTS imagine called “Jealous”. This oneshot is a reaction imagine of how each member would get jealous of their s/o in a given situation.

7 PARTS: Namjoon || Seokjin || Yoongi || Hoseok || Jimin || Taehyung || Jungkook

STATUS: Complete

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You felt a bead of sweat travel down your forehead as your legs moved at an incredulous rate on the treadmill beneath you. Your chest was heaving and completely drenched in sweat as you tried to keep your staggered breath steady. You shut your eyes close, as you tried to engross yourself in the music blasting through your air pods.

Two minutes later you heard the familiar beeping of the machine underneath you, indicating that your hour on the treadmill was over. You hopped off and turned your attention to the rest of the folks in the gym, disconnecting your air pods simultaneously.

You watch Taehyung, Yoongi and Namjoon lifting kettle bells in the corner, Jimin and Hoseok were still running on the treadmills and lastly Jin was situated on a pec-deck machine, and your boyfriend Jungkook was seated beside the older, lifting dumbbells.

You were their personal fitness trainer and took exercise very seriously. You liked to maintain a healthy lifestyle and were incredibly proud of your toned abs that were sprawled across your abdomen, as you took a quick take of your figure in the gym mirror.

You made your way over to Jin and Jungkook and observed Jin’s figure. Now this may sound a little weird, but you never ogled anyone in the gym. You didn’t look at them with lust. When you were observing someone’s figure, who in this case was Jin in a black tank top, you always kept it professional. Your mind immediately kicked into auto drive as you begin thinking about what machine you would recommend them to work at next.

“You know Jin oppa, you don’t need the pec-deck machine.” You spoke up after a minute of thinking.

You caught Jungkook’s attention too. “What?” Jin spoke up.

“See, you already have pretty broad shoulders like Taehyung, but your shoulders are already pretty uplifted naturally. So this makes it appear as though you’re naturally toned at the chest. And trust me when I say you have a great upper toned figure already. I think you should work on your quads. So I think you should ditch the 25 minutes over here every week and swap it out for 40 minutes on the seated leg press machine.” You state your analysis.

“Okay” Jin said without a complaint, moving to switch spots for the rest of the session. This is what you loved about working with them. They always respected your decision and knew that whatever was being suggested was only to make them a better version of themselves.

You were about to move on to the trio lifting the kettle bells, when Jungkook’s feeble voice stopped you, “Noona, what about me? Do I need to change anything?” he said his eyes sparkling.

That was something you found astonishing about him. How his face represented that of a young teenage boy, his doe eyes sparkling, while his body was that of a muscle man. But recently after you had complimented him on his cute face, he had taken it the wrong way, and had decided to grow his hair out, indulging into man buns, in an attempt to make his face look more manly. You absolutely loved his long black hair, but you had kindly explained to him that he needn’t look all macho all the time to impress you. After understanding the situation he had decided to keep his long hair, as he’d fallen in love his new look.

“Noona?” Jungkook’s soft voice disrupted the array of your thoughts.

“Yeah… no… you don’t need to change anything babe, I think your routine is fine, at least for another month.” You said turning on your heels to move towards the trio in the other corner of the gym.

Before you knew it, you were assessing the three and assigning them their respective machines. You were right in the middle of checking Yoongi’s weight plates so it wouldn’t be too strenuous on his fragile shoulders, when a loud yelp echoed off the walls of the gym followed by a loud thump. You motioned the others to wait as you ran towards the source of the familiar voice.

Your eyes met with the sight of Jungkook’s left hand gripping his right shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth partially open, gasping for air, a pained expression written all over his sweaty face. Your eyes shifted to multiple giant weight plates all on a pile on the floor, having slid of the dumbbell bar.

“What do you think you’re doing?” your voice half-laced with annoyance, half with concern.

“I was just… lifting weights” he said breathlessly.

“Yeah I can see that. But why are they out of your weight class? Why did you add on an extra 10 pounds to the barbell?” you ask.

“I just wanted to try something…”

“Well you can’t just impulsively change your weight class Jungkook. It’s gonna strain your arm muscles. No wonder you got hurt.” You said crouching down to your knees as you tried to move his arm back and forth, checking on his muscle strain.

“I just wanted to improve my frame…”

“Well you can’t do that Jungkook. We follow a level of professionalism here. There’s a reason I’m your personal trainer.” You said sternly. Nothing came in between you and strict professionalism, and Jungkook knew that. It was part of the reason as to why he found you so enticing.

“I- I’m sorry” he said chest heaving.

“You gonna tell me why you really did that babe?” you say in a softer tone. You could tell Jungkook had a hidden intention behind his impulsive action.

“No reason.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit Jeon, tell me…”

“Fine! I got a bit insecure when you were complimenting Jin hyung’s figure, so I wanted to change things up a bit…” he said sighing.

“Gguk, hey look at me…” he immediately looked up to the voice of you calling him by his nickname.

“Listen… please don’t feel insecure… it’s my job to observe and analyze your guys’ figures and ensure you guys remain healthy and fit. And the comments I throw around about your bodies during our sessions are merely to decide what’s the next step to keep you guys in shape. It’s my job Gguk, you need to understand. I am in no way comparing you guys to each other okay?” you said calmly explaining to him.

“Okay…” he said a small smile forming on his lips.

“Promise me you won’t go ahead and do anything impulsive like that again… because if you hurt yourself, your fans are gonna be really upset and worried about you.”

“Yeah…”

“Mr. Jeon Jungkook, I never thought of you as the jealous type.” You said giggling after a short pause, trying to lift the tension in the room.

“Noona… hush” he says his cheeks turning red, as he refused to meet your eyes.

You drank in his flustered and disheveled state as you bent down to his level and thread your fingers through his long black hair. His eyes visibly widened as you closed the proximity between the two of you.

“You have some guts, telling me what to do Gguk…” you said dominating the chiseled man in front of you. You watched as his Adams apple bobbed up and down nervously.

“N-Noona… someone might see us…” he gulps, his breath uneven.

“Let them” you say connecting your lips in a steamy kiss, the fear of being caught, leaving a feeling of excitement shiver through your body. You let your tongue dart out, tracing a warm trail along his soft lips. Just as he opened his mouth to give you the entrance you ever so subtly asked for, you pulled your tongue away, completely disconnecting your lips from his.

You watched his hooded eyes, blown out with lust, flutter open, as he looks at you with his mouth agape.

“Sorry baby, duty calls.” You say standing up, smirking.

“B-But…” you watched his adorable red cheeks as he struggled to form words.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight.” You say winking and walking away to resume your job, leaving Jungkook’s mess of state behind.

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A/N: I wanted to try something different and write Y/N as a dom character and the male lead as a sub character. Also I wanted to show that Jungkook is a perfectionist. He wants to be good at everything, and he is, owing to his competitive nature. But I just wanted to make a point that he doesn’t have to be good at everything for us to love him. We all love him no matter what, and that he doesn’t have to strain himself, just to feel loved by us.

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