#it's not because of vibrations or anything - i think it just doesn't like my desk

[daydreamingqueen1]

Puppy eyes

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU! Reader (can be seen as platonic too)

Warnings: none. fluff, spencer being a bit of a germaphobe, no y/n, pretty sure is gn reader too

Summary: Spencer Reid vs puppy, need I say more

Word count: 1.3k

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It's the best day ever.

Your day had started pretty normal to be honest, you would even say it was kind of shitty since you had missed the subway you usually took for your daily commute to the BAU.

But, as wiser people say: Everything happens for a reason.

Because as you are making your way to work, your ears catch the soft sound of a creature whimpering. Trying to find the source, you give a couple tentative steps with your head turning from left to right like you are a hunting hound.

Ironically, behind the decorative bushes that surround the FBI building entrance, you find the origin of the sound.

It's not a hound but it's close enough. It's a puppy.

A beautiful, chocolate spotted puppy.

"Oh my god, sweetie, come here!" you gush automatically, your hand extending gently to reach for the animal currently crying between the bushes and the wall.

The adorable puppy looks up at you a bit hesitant at first, big brown eyes meeting yours. It gives a sniff to the air, checking the scent of your palm from afar, you almost squeal from how cute it looks.

Then it wags its tail.

You make kissy noises to coax him closer, your voice getting two tones higher, "Come here puppy!"

It works because soon enough it walks out of its hiding spot and nuzzles into your palm eagerly, tail wagging from side to side.

You practically lunge to grab the poor thing, "Look at you! You are so cute!"

The puppy doesn't seem to mind your cuteness aggression though, its fluffy body melting on your arms when you scratch behind its long ears, "You're coming home with me."

Best day ever.

But you can't just ignore your responsibilities and walk back home to stay with it, and it wouldn't be sensible to leave such a young puppy alone in your apartment either.

So you do the next most reasonable thing.

Your smile almost takes up your whole face when you walk out of the elevator with the puppy in your arms.

Penelope spots you first, immediately dropping the files on her hands on a random desk to come rushing to you, "Oh my god! Oh my god! It's that a puppy my eyes are seeing?!"

You giggle, pretty much vibrating with joy at this point, "Yes, isn't it the cutest thing ever?"

"Aww, my heart can't deal with this!" she cries, hands fanning herself dramatically.

"Where did you get it?" Prentiss chirps in, hers and almost every other head in the bullpen looking up from their desk to look at you. Well, at the puppy.

You keep walking into the office with Garcia looming all over you, "It was crying outside. This little thing was all alone in the bushes."

A hoard of agents are suddenly surrounding you, eager to get a closer look.

"You'll have to look if it belongs to someone," Morgan says, which makes you instantly pout.

"It doesn't have a collar, idiot," Emily argues quickly, "Such a profiler you are."

"I wanna keep it," you smile brightly, "I think it's a boy."

You turn the puppy onto it's back.

"Yep, definitely a boy," Morgan chuckles, he attempts to pet its head but the creature recoils in your arms, clearly overwhelmed at the amount of people.

Noticing the puppy is a bit scared, you pull back from the crowd, only then you notice a certain agent who remains seated on his desk.

“Don't you want to see it, Spencer?” you ask eagerly.

He shakes his head, his body leaning away slightly, “I can see it from right here, don't worry.”

“Oh, come on Reid, don't tell me you are afraid of dogs,” Derek never loses a chance to tease him.

Spencer gives him a flat look, “I'm not scared of dogs, I’m just aware of the amount of diseases they can transmit to humans.”

You tsk your tongue. “But he's so cute, and it doesn't look like it has rabies or anything,” you look down at the dog while approaching his desk, talking directly at it with a baby voice, “Tell me, do you have rabies, little puppy?”

It just stares blankly at you. Proof enough. “See?”

Spencer, ever the statistics expert, begins his rant, “Well, actually, rabies is not the most common disease dogs can carry, nor the only one. Illnesses that pass between animals and humans are known as zoonotic diseases and a 2007 study based in Finland shows that noroviruses are one of the leading causes of diarrheal diseases among people of all age groups and that these can survive in dogs and be passed along to– Please don't get that thing any closer.”

You chuckle at the panic look Spencer gives you when you reach his side. Truthfully, you aren't going to make him touch the puppy if he's uncomfortable with it, but a little bit of teasing is at the order of the day, “Oh, really? Come on, holding it for a second won't kill you.”

You pull the puppy up next to your face and give him your best puppy eyes, mimicking talking as the puppy, “Please? Am I not cute enough to pet?”

Spencer gives you a long look, “Yes, very cute.”

Forcing down your blush, you extend the puppy to him, “Then pet it.”

He presses his lips in a line, his hands coming up defensively as he rolls backwards on his office chair, “I think I'll pass.”

You chuckle and are about to back off when the puppy squirms in your arms, leaping out from your hands.

The scene unfolds in front of your eyes almost in slow motion. You watch how the pup flies in the air, its short body extended as a superhero.

Spencer catches it, thank god.

“Oh, no,” he squeaks when he realizes what he's done, holding the puppy as if it were about to explode, panickedly starting to name every possible disease, “Pasteurella, Salmonella, Brucella, Yersinia enterocolitica, Leptospira–”

His alarmed ramble gets interrupted by the enthusiastic puppy licking up his cheek.

You freeze for a moment, expecting him to die from a heart attack.

Spencer giggles.

“It's giving me kisses,” his face scrunches up adorably at the onslaught of affection, “It tickles, buddy.”

You can't help the relieved laugh that escapes your lips, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm going to have to wash my face with antibacterial soap though,” he chuckles as he puts the puppy down on his lap, away from further kisses.

Oh, and you've just fucked up so bad because your heart gets squeezed inside your chest at the endering sight of Spencer and the puppy staring at each other.

“You are right, he's cute,” Spencer turns to smile at you, the animal's tail wagging incessantly.

You fucked up good.

“Aww, look at you two,” Penelope says excitedly, “It even looks like you, Reid!”

Your gaze shifts back and forth from your coworker to the creature on his lap. Penelope has a point, you can kind of see the resemblance. The puppy has long ears with soft, brown curls covering them that look similar to Spencer's long hair. The cute, hazel puppy dog eyes go without saying.

Morgan snorts, “Babygirl, you are right, it kind of looks like the kid.”

You pick up the puppy and smile, “Seems like I got myself my own mini Doctor Reid,”

Spencer is about to say something back when Hotch’s office opens, both him and Rossi entering the bullpen.

“Agent, please tell me that's not a dog you have there.” Hotch gives you a stern look.

“It is not, sir,” you answer, smiling apologetically and holding the puppy closer against your chest.

He sighs, shaking his head. “Everyone to the meeting room, we've got a case.”

The puppy lets out a tiny bark, and you make your way to the meeting room before Hotch can tell you anything else.

Spencer sits next to you on the round table and whispers against your ear as everyone is filling in, “I'll help you take care of little Doc here if you decide to keep him.”

Not even the gruesome details of the case are enough to sour your mood.

Best day ever.

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yep, this was inspired by all of the MGG pictures with puppies. I am weak.

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[house-of-daena]

zandik days? maybe just one of the fussier, tsundere clones though obviously, my mind isn’t really on study dates and research papers due in a month. i’m thinking more of introducing the cute thing to lingerie, to vibrators and butt plugs, to learning how to give you a proper blowjob and ride you.

dolling up zandik/clone with sheer lace, with silk, ghosting your touch over his new bra just to feel how he trembles underneath, a near full-body blush dusting over his pale skin when you touch wherever you please. he may bitch, occasionally moan when you pinch and fondle his skin, maybe he’ll even start begging for you to take care of his newfound erection that tents and stains his matching panties with his pre.

having him go a day without you inside and only sex toys is torture, and not just for his prostate/g-spot. it’s all too easy to imagine his sharp teeth biting his poor, plump bottom lip, leg bouncing beneath his desk doing absolutely nothing but make him more aware of what’s so buried inside of him. be glad no one’s brave and stupid enough to approach your lovely boyfriend, even when his cherry-red blush is obvious and he’s “subtly” glaring at you across the room. as if you’ll miss anything in this suddenly oh so important lecture <3

despite his eagerness to please you (that he denies), pull him off to give him a chance to breathe. poor thing tried to impale his throat on your cock without any training! dumb little whore <3 teach him to bob his head, to swirl his tongue around your tip to coax out any pre, watch him go cockdrunk as his eyes flutter shut as you finally slide back into his pulsing throat. teach him to breathe through his nose so he doesn’t end up choking when you finally gift him with a nice throatpie <3 watch it drip from his mouth as he tries to swallow it all to be your good boy.

oh no oh god. inexperienced zandik is the death of me. oh my god.... the ooo so mighty and smart cutie who's a bit moody sometimes just... nothin when u do things that makes him feel things he has never felt b4...

like cmon, poor guy didn't even realize that u calling him your pretty slut while he wears that lingere you bought him, makin him stare at himself on a mirror, hands roaming allll over his trembling body, skin red from sheer embarrassment, would leave him sooo hard and aching with need but u ignore the way he grits his teeth and glares through the mirror and focus on the way his cock was drooling much to the point his brand new panties were already ruined... and he acts like he doesn't like it all! muffling his moans and whines whenever you touch his erogenous zones... normal. i am so normal.

AND TURNING HIM INTO A DUMB COCK HUNGRY WHORE GRHFHFHHDD. .. zandik sluttification era where he can't focus on his research when you don't fuck him at least once every day... euagh... AND UR SO RIGHT.. just playing with him with toys for the day? it's 100% for punishment whenever he breaks ur rules or pisses you off! pressing a vibe onto his tip while he's all tied up, refusing to stimulate anything else but his sensitive glans, eliciting the most cutest, desperate moans you'll ever hear from zandik... only to pull away when he starts to jerk his hips erratically, thrusting the air and closing his eyes, ultimately refusing to let him cum bc he's been a bad boy... all his mental fortitude thrown out the window because he's sobbing and begging u to let him cum after you deny him his orgasm for the nth time...

having a toy deeeeppp inside his ass, the tip of the fake cock pressing against his prostate n the girth of it makes his insides burn from the stretch... he's near tears just by sitting next to u while the professor starts the lecture, and he almost moans when it starts to whir to life inside of him, vibirating with the intensity that makes his eyes roll back. his head was now laid down onto his desk, arms covering his face as he tries his best not to make any humiliating noise. then you'd turn it off, zandik panting softly under his breath while his thighs shake, before glaring and cursing at you ... but fuck, the risk of getting caught and the unpredictability of when you turn it back on inside of him just makes him hornier then before...

SOMETHING ABOUT TEACHING A MAN SO SMART HOW TO DO SOMETHING!! n he was sooo bad at it at first... always nicking you with those sharp teeth of his... but now? it's like you have to pull him off your cock for him to regain his consciousness, because he just gets soooo lost in bliss when he sucks youu off.. mouth soo filled, throat conforming to the shape of ur dick, tears streaming down his face as his pitifully tries to breathe instead of choking. .. i can just imagine him batting his eyelashes at u while u fuck his throat. .. so addicted to ur cock, always sucking on your dick before he sets off to his research... wanting to taste ur cum like it's an essential for his everyday needs...

so cute to teach him how to pleasure you, he gets so excited really 😭 he denies it so hard but he's the one bouncing himself on your dick like there's no tomorrow!

ahhh to have him as my personal whore ❤❤ he can't live without ur cock so much sure to stuff him full everyday to keep him and yourself satisfied!

#. what. what if we kissed under the moonlihjt bc kf this. #/j #/hj #/srs #/j KHfkfdkdgk #im #:) #ADKGKHNV sooooooo normal #sub dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #» asmo's thirst talks #ILL FIX TAGS LATER ON MG LAPTOP DJDJHX

[mattheo-riddles-princess]

I'm Working || Bucky Barnes X Reader

CEO Bucky X Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Plot: An arranged marriage to Bucky leads to questions about the big night.

Warnings: praising, dirty talk, language, pet names, jealousy, use of toys, teasing, throat grabbing (not painfully) no condom (but they are both clean and r is on birth control), implied aftercare, no mention of y/n Let me know if I missed anything

"Elaine, send in my next appointment." Bucky's voice rings from the desk of the receptionist.

"Ms. Spoon, Mr. Barnes will see you now." Elaine speaks in a soft, quiet tone.

I stand and walk towards my fiancé's office. When I walk in, he is facing out the window, looking down the 26 stories to the street. 

"James? Can we talk?" 

"About?"

I take a deep breath. Regardless of the fact that I've been planning what I was going to say for the past 4 hours. "We're getting married soon."

"I am aware." His tone is deadpan and makes me second guess myself. "Was that all?"

I remain silent for a few moments. Once I do finally gain the courage to speak, my voice is weak and unsteady, "I just- I guess I was worried about you expectations about our wedding night."

"Should I be offended that my fiancé doesn't think I'll be fucking her senseless on our wedding night? This may have been a marriage of convenience but I don't fuck around with plans. If we are supposed to be husband and wife, we will act like husband and wife. That means that we will live together, we will eat together, we will sleep in the same bed, and, of course, that means I will be fucking you like husband and wife,"

"So, let me get this straight," He lifts me up on his desk and hikes my dress up over my waist. "you thought you could come into my office in the middle of my workday because you didn't know if I wanted to fuck you on our wedding night?" His eyes piercing into mine make me glad I'm sitting on the desk. I stare back, not responding.

"Use, your words, babydoll. If you want something, you have to use your words to tell me." He looks down at the wet spot on my panties and smirks. "And there is something you want; isn't there?"

I gulp and try to break eye contact, but he grips my chin and brings it so close to his face, our noses are touching.

"Did I say you could look away? Exactly. You don't do anything without my saying so. Got it?"

I nod frantically, desperate for whatever comes next.

"Good girl." He lets go of my face and sits back down in his chair. "Now, because you thought you could get away with interrupting my day at work, I'm going to make sure you know what is going to happen if you ever do it again."

He reaches into his desk and pulls out a small pink object.

"I'm going to put this in that dripping wet pussy of yours and," he waves his phone," with the help of this glorious device here, I'm going to control you. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum. How does that sound?"

I nod.

"What did I say?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." I swallow hard, trying to hide my nerves.

"Это моя хорошая девочка," The way he draws out each word makes me weaker in the knees than I knew was possible.

He slides his chair to where I am sitting and pulls my panties to the side. He looks me straight in my eyes as he pushes the vibrator inside of me.

My eyes widen at the surprise, and I can't help but moan slightly.

His eyes don't leave mine as he reaches for his phone and turns the vibrator on, sending a shock through my body and causing me to throw my head back in the sudden pleasure.

His hand violently grabs my face to look at him.

"What did I say?" His voice firm and filled with annoyance.

I let out a short moan in response.

He cocks his head to the side and spreads my legs further apart before slowly leading his head to my pussy. He kisses right above my clit, and I moan in desperation.

"Please," I whimper. "Please, James."

He smirks before his tongue runs across my panties. It takes everything in my to not make a noise. Bucky clearly notices this and stops.

"милый, if you're not going to make any noise, why would I waste my time giving you an orgasm?"

"Fuck, Bucky. Please. Please don't stop. I'll be good. I promise." I whine desperate for his tongue against my pussy, tasting every bit of me.

"I think I need to teach you a lesson about not following instructions. What do you think?"

"I-," Bucky cuts me off by turning the vibrator on its highest setting. "FUCK! Oh fuck, James. Shit." I close my eyes throwing my head back. As soon as I'm back to looking at him again, the phone on his desk rings and he picks it up without breaking eye contact.

"This is Barnes."

Someone on the other line speaks but I can't hear it.

"Yes. That could be an issue. A deal of this size is not one that can be put off until later."

Another pause as the man on the phone speaks.

"Oh. No. I'm not busy. We can talk about this now."

I manage to shoot him glares through the waves of ecstasy washing over me. He responds with a clueless look that soon fades into a smirk.

"Give me two minutes to cancel my appointments for the rest of the day."

He leaves for what feels like forever. The vibrator in me still on the highest setting bringing me closer to an orgasm.

When he comes back into his office, he walks up to me, fitting right in-between my legs and whispers in my ear. "I'm in a meeting doll, don't make a sound. Do you understand?"

His hot breath against the nape of my neck making me more desperate. I buck my hips into his. He grunts and steps back.

"Please." My voice breathless.

"Be my good girl and do what I say." And with that, he picks up the phone from his desk again and lowers the vibrators setting. He then reaches for the phone to talk to the man.

"Alright. I'm back."

Bucky and the man keep going back to their meeting. He starts changing the settings what seems randomly. Eventually, I catch on. Every time he speaks, he turns the speed down the speed and when he isn't he turns the speed up all the way.

I whimper. Four minutes of him playing the game with me and I can't hold it in anymore. 

I try to hold back my moans but I am very unsuccessful and he shoots me a look that basically says: Did I say you could make noise? 

He put the phone on speaker before he stands up out of his chair and places his hands on either side of me leaning in close. "The next noise you make, will be the last one you make from me. Ты моя чертова шлюха. Got it?"

He gently pulls me off his desk and makes me stand in front of him as he sits down. Before I even know whats happening, he unzips his slacks and pulls his boxers down slightly; revealing his cock.

He then grabs the hem of my dress until I'm standing over him. He pulls the vibrator out of me and pushes my panties to the side and pulls me on top of him. 

He glares at me as I whimper at the sudden feeling of him inside me. He doesn't move for a few moments to let me adjust to him. His kindness doesn't last very long, though. He grabs ahold of my waist and starts moving me on top of him. 

Meanwhile the man on the phone is droning on about company numbers or some shit. 

We move in a quick rhythm and it takes everything in me to keep from moaning. I have no control over my body as James moves me up and down on his dick.

His voice snaps me out of my trance.

"Well, sir, it sounds like we have gotten a good start to this. As I understand it, you and your wife will be flying into New York tomorrow evening?"

"Yes. That is correct."

"Wonderful. How about I treat you and your wife to dinner with my fiancé and I the following evening? We can continue our discussion then."

"Sounds like a plan. We will see you then Mr. Barnes. Goodbye." 

And with that, the man hangs up. In one smooth motion, Bucky picks me up and turns to slam me against the wall of his office. 

He slams his dick in and out of my dripping pussy at a record speed. The room is filled with the sound of his balls smacking my ass, my heavy pants, whimpers, and moans, and Bucky's soft grunts at every thrust. 

"Oh. Fuck. Bucky. Oh FUCK- SHIT. Bucky pleasepleaseplease." I'm desperate. I've never wanted anything more than for him to fuck me senseless. 

"Yea. Is this what my baby wants? For me to fuck her dumb?"

I whimper in response. 

Simply put, he did not like that. He wraps his hand around my neck forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Use your words, Милый. Don't make me tell you again. 

"Y-y-yes, sir."

He leans in to kiss me and we hold there for a few moments before he continues fucking me. I throw my head back in pleasure. 

"Fuck. Bucky. I'm gonna-"

"I know Милый. I know. Let it out."

My body convulses as I release all over Bucky's cock. He keeps pounding into me as I ride my high. I feel him cum inside me and he fucks me making sure that none of it drips out. 

Finally, he gently carries me to his desk and kisses me before picking up his desk phone. 

"Elanie, will you cancel the rest of my appointments? I'm taking my fiancé out for the rest of the day. Thank you."

He comes back and leans in to give me a deep kiss. He fixes his pants and my dress before grabbing his bag and suit coat. He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me out of his office and motions to Elaine. 

As we walk to the entrance of the building, a car pulls up and the driver rushes to open the door for us.  He gives the driver instructions before getting into the back of the car with me. 

"Are you still worried about our wedding night?" 

I nod and he chuckles.

"As much fun as this was, Милый," his tone changes from sweet to serious, "If you ever pull something like that again, there will be severe consequences."

I stare at him understandingly before his leans and kisses my forehead. 

"Я люблю тебя, мой прекрасный жених."

Translations

Это моя хорошая девочка – That's my good girl

Милый- darling

Ты моя чертова шлюха - You're my fucking slut

Я люблю тебя, мой прекрасный жених - I love you my beautiful fiancé

#bucky x you #bucky barns imagine #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #CEO Bucky #arranged marriage

[vampyrgoff]

NSFW alphabet: Vincent Sinclair

vincent sinclair x reader

contains— nsfw!MDNI switch!vincent, switch!reader, a little bit of a spit kink, fem!reader, breeding kink here and there, NOT PROOFREAD, blood kink/knife play, mentions of masturbation, mommy kink (very slightly)

word count— 3.4k words and 18.2k characters

vampyr’s note—THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANYTHING FOR ANYONE LOL (first time writing on Tumblr that is) and Vinny might be out of character but i tried! I'm also figuring out how i want my posts to be laid out so if you have any recommendations pls let me know 😭(PLS SEND REQUEST BTW) Some good friends of mine requested that I attempt writing this so here goes nothing :) (content starts under the cut!)

gif isn't mine!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

vincent is the BEST at aftercare (don't argue with me about this). after a long session of you guys fucking, he's already getting up frantically trying to get a rag and clean you up the best he could.

personally, I think he runs the bath for you both to get in. he definitely leads you to the bath and lets you lay on top of him. he'll also wash your hair for you or detangle it all while he's kissing your temple and shoulder every few minutes. if you have any hickeys on your body, he'll kiss every mark.

vincent also massages your shoulders and will wash your body (if you let him of course) humming every now and then to further soothe you as you lay on his chest, feeling the vibrations from the light hums.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I don't think vincent has a favorite body part of his. if he did have to choose, it would be his hands. his hands are great, they make you cum, they kill, they create beautiful drawings, and they sculpt beautiful pieces of art. he loves when he catches you staring at his hands aswell. a surge of confidence will run through him.

you're sitting next to vincent while he sketches up a new drawing. every now and then hearing a mumble or sigh of frustration when something doesn't look the way he wants it to. you've been begging for him to give you attention for the last hour already, and still, no attention comes from all your whining.

you finally look over to his hand and think about all the times they've done wonders for you. his hands are very scarred and they're always so warm to the touch. sometimes when you play with his fingers he'll pull away in fear you'll think his hands are ugly but for you it's quite the opposite.

you're daydreaming at this point, staring at his hands and you don't even realize that vincent has been staring at you for the past few minutes. he raises from his desk chair and takes a long stride over to you while you sit and he looks down at you. cockily, he'll put his fingers on your lips, tracing them while his hand rubs and caresses your throat. he loves it when you mewl and melt in his arms when he does things like this. he'll tap on your lips twice with his index finger and out of instinct you stick your tongue out as vincent hikes up his mask just for his mouth to show and spits on your tongue.

when it comes to you, he's obsessed with your chest. he loves to rest his face on your chest when he's feeling down or frustrated. sometimes he'll even take a warm hand and roll your nipple between his fingers all while he lays on the other one. he doesn't really do that often but when he does... ENJOY IT.

usually, when laying and sleeping together vincent will have a hand on your breast, kinda like a stress ball, he'll lightly squeeze it every now and then just to see you shiver and because it comforts him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

vincent goes feral for the idea of breeding you. he leaves hickeys all over your neck when he does so. semi-quiet whimpers come from him when his cock finally releases its load in you.

if you're not really fond of vincent cumming in you, he loves doing it in your mouth, he loves to look into your pretty eyes as he's whimpering for his sweet release.

if you order him to, vincent will lap at your folds and lick up yours and his cum. poor baby will keep going and accidentally overstimulate you with his thick tongue on your aching heat.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

vincent loves drawing your figure in ways that he isn't too keen on showing you. he has a separate sketchbook filled with Polaroids of you sleeping, eating, showering, you sucking his cock, and your backside while he's plowing into you. he has so many Polaroids of you so the list literally goes on 😭 but overall vince loves to draw you in scandalously clad outfits and he loves to jerk off to it while whimpering your name. you're his muse, he wants to draw his muse 24/7.

if you're not into it, ignore this! but vincent would love it if you carved your name on his skin. he doesn't mind being cut up but he for sure wouldn't want to tell you. it's just one of those things you have to find out. after a night of being scratched a bit with his own blades and having your name carved onto his thigh, he'll wake up in the morning and look in the mirror and blush at the marks. he'd be so cheesy🥺

Bo def has seen little red scratch marks on vincent and thinks nothing of them but gets suspicious when he asks about it and sees' vincent's demeanor change (i love subby vinny yall)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

oh, you know this poor baby barely has the experience, and you probably have to teach him everything. From a first kiss to how to touch your body. He's never had anyone touch him, so sometimes you can make this man's heart melt and mind malfunction with just a small hand on his thigh.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

vincent loves everything where you're on top, to be honest. He loves watching your chest bounce while you're riding him. So I guess you could say that his fave position is cowgirl. He'll whimper and cry while you continue to ride him out after he came inside you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he's not goofy in the sense that he's making jokes, he's more wholesome and might do something that makes you giggle like caress your skin ever so softly earning a giggle from you. he likes to take things more seriously and light-hearted just so that you feel comfy enough to say stop, etc.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he def started shaving when you started going down on him. he was a bit unruly and long but once you started giving him head he trimmed them down so that they wouldn't be in the way while you deep throat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's soooooo loving and such a sweetheart i love him so much can you tell he leaves kisses all over your body. he has literal heart eyes for you when you stroke his cock, he can't help but look at you so lovingly when you please him. he's so romantic that he lights candles to set the mood in his workshop.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he never really was a fan of jerking off. Bo has tried talking him into it before you came along. always teasing him that he should be jerking off as a man's right and the he'll feel so relaxed after, but vincent always brushed him off.

before you came along, he would give Bo's suggestion of 'jerking off to relax' a try. poor baby would sit at his desk and snake his cock out and pump slowly, playing with the head every now and then, letting soft pants out against his mask. he would have SO much pre-cum leaking from his pretty pink tip lets be honest this clueless baby would probably need help with jerking off too

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink: you saw that coming whether you're domming or subbing this baby loves to give you creampies and likes fucking his cum deeper in you all the time. the thought of you being full of his cum makes him soooo happy. i def think he wants children. because he's a twin himself... you have the possibility of having your own pair of twins. (i won't lie he is scared that they'll end up like him and bo)

Knife play: cut him, sis. jokes aside, he can handle pain very well he behaves soooo well for you when his dagger is in your hand. slice him up a bit and lick his wounds, he'll go feral and get needy pretty quickly. the amount of trust he has in you is almost so adoring. he trusts you with his life. which is why he doesn't mind a few red marks over his body caused by you. if anything it makes him even more happier than it should because he loves the thought of being owned by you. once his mask is off he'll have the cutest face of anticipation when you drag the knife over his supple skin.

BDSM: vincent LOVES tying you up in all different types of ways. something about you fearing what he does to you kinda excites him tbh it's probably the killer in him amirite😩 he loves that you trust him as much as he trusts you.

maaaan this boy goes absolutely feral when he has your hands tied behind your back and you're propped over his knee. he'll fondle and massage your ass and play with your cunt at the same time. since he loves a good power struggle, if you decide you want to be dominant, vincent won't give up that easy and will give you a punishment. and what better way is there to punish you, you may ask... this man will spank you till your ass cheeks are numb all while overstimulating you &lt;3

Wax play: another obvi one but he loves lighting candles in your favorite colors and letting the wax fall on your skin. he would never intentionally hurt you, and he's an expert at knowing when the wax is too hot for the skin and when it's just right. he loves drawing things on you with the wax. maybe signing his name and stuff like that or things like "angel" or "mine". he loves watching your body react to the warm wax over your skin.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he loves the comfort of his basement, if im honest. this baby's BIGGEST fear is his brothers walking in on you riding him or you cutting him while he's tied up.

i do think he would fuck you in Bo's truck but thats an idea for a different story wink wink

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

simple touches can easily get him going. you could easily just be walking through the house in the kitchen and accidentally rub your bum against his crotch to get past him and he's already drooling over you and getting flustered by the fact that his cock is already hardening virgin activities hehe

he loves seeing you drenched in blood, it gets him excited and ready to submit to you.

There was one day you were helping Bo out in his shop. of course, there was some frat boy there asking for a car part and giving Bo a hard time. Once Bo sees you, his face lights up and he pulls you to the side and whispers, "This boy has been the worst one I've had yet, I need you to distract 'em with your..." his voice trails off as he motions towards your body with his eyes.

You rolled your eyes at him, pushing him slightly as he chuckles. You made your way over to him asking him a few questions about where he was coming from. Of course, he was super into you, I mean look at you, you're gorgeous. While Bo was gone, you began to feel somewhat unsafe. He kept getting closer to you and began to get more hostile because of your constant rejection of being flirted with.

You turn your back away from the immature boy and a few minutes later, you heard gargling noises. Quickly, you turn around and see your adorable bloody boyfriend looking back at you with his head tilted, daggers in hand cutting the frat boy's head off, blood spraying everywhere. Especially, all over you. You were kinda disgusted, some of it went in your mouth and it was all over your outfit and hair.

Vincent couldn't be any more excited than he already was. The way the blood dripped off your body, raised goosebumps on his skin. You looked like a beautiful prey. He wanted a taste of you, right then and there. Now, let's just say you and Vinny put bo's basement into good use &lt;3

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

he would never do knife play on you. sorry to break it to you if that was your thing. the thought of him slicing you is too much. if your pain tolerance sucks too or you cry a lot, he won't even dream of laying that silver blade on you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves it all. But I think he prefers to give since he's such a munch sweetheart. His skill at giving head though, for a first-timer? Pretty damn good. He's a people pleaser, what can I say? He wants more than anything to make you cum and squirt in his mouth. He loves it all. Tongue-fucking you is probably his favorite thing, too.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'll do whatever you want and more. This baby is a jealous fuck. He'll always be jealous when you're with Bo, not so much Lester, and he'll even be more jealous when you're with tourists that stop by Ambrose.

The thought of you being swooned by random men and his brother is what makes his core ache. You're the only female in the town, so you're used a LOT when it comes to seeing and distracting tourists and just random people that stop by that Lester finds. Although Vincent hates it, he needs you to do it too to continue Trudy's work.

After a long day of being used as bait, you go down to Vincent's basement and expect to hug him and sleep with him but think again... This boy is gonna fuck you so hard and fast, you'll only remember his name. When Vincent is jealous too, he's such a little shit and will all of a sudden, be the most dominant and self-assured person. When he's jealous, you will be sore for the next few days

Overall, he's usually pretty soft and loving but other time you top him so usually you set the pace babes &lt;3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't do quickies OFTEN nor does he like them because he wants to take his time with you but... if you can convince him... then best believe he's gonna have you be the dom one. Just imagine pulling him into a small room and you getting ready to suck his needy cock. He'd behave sooooo well. He needs lots of convincing because he gets scared that someone will hear him or hear you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

As mentioned above, this baby gets anxious easily. He'll take a risk WITHIN reason. He loves to experiment on himself rather than you. He'd love to try out a cock ring while he fucks your tight little cunt. You'll definitely bring the moans and whimpers out of him with that one. I think he's also down to let you try pouring wax on him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If you're subbing, he can last a good 2-3 rounds, depending on the duration of the rounds. But if you're dominant, this needy baby could possibly do more like 3-4 rounds just cause having you tell him what to do and demanding him to do things gets him going.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys are a big yes! I've seen lots of people say he wouldn't be game for it BUT PERSONALLY, I think this man is a slut for using toys on you and himself. Like I said above, this baby would love to use a nice cock ring. He'll be so sensitive, he'll get milked SO easily. He loves using toys on you too. He for SURE loves when you wear pretty butt plugs. He'll pick them out for you. I think he'd absolutely pick a jeweled one or a bunny tail one. He'd love to see you walk around his basement in a short miniskirt with your cute bunny tail sticking out from under it. He'd get so turned on that when the real hunter in him comes out to play when you're completely dressed up as a prey.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Confirmed little shit. I'm so serious. He's oblivious to things that can turn you on. Like when you rub his back and massage his hands from all the work he does, he'll let out some SEXUAL ass moans of relief, and you'll just be sitting there looking at him like "bro..." but if he TRULY wants to tease you. He'll do it. and he's gonna get you good. He'll tease you in front of his brothers. You guys will sit there eating dinner that you prepared for all of them. And then out of nowhere, you feel this little shit rub your leg and part your thighs. If a little gasp escapes your mouth... CONGRATULATIONS, Lester and Bo are looking at you funny. "You okay, y/n?" Lester will say with such genuine concern and Bo will mutter something under his breath about how weird you always are. And they'll never suspect Vincent of being the problem. So I can safely say, he'll use his innocent nature against you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This baby whimpers, and moans like crazy. They sound so raspy and deep because of how underused his voice is. He doesn't speak much, so hearing him moan and whimper is probably your absolute favorite thing. He signs usually to talk to you, or he'll write on a notebook for you guys to communicate but only in the bedroom does he use his voice a little more often. He'll say things softly like "get up." "moreee." "mommyy pleaseee" and of course he'll say that he loves you too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This man probably wouldn't mind you fucking one of his brothers in front of him... just for him to fuck you the right way after them. But he won't tell you that. Something you'll just have to find a drawing of ;) (and his brothers are HELLA down to fuck you in front of Vince, mostly Bo, but I think Lester probs wouldn't mind but would need convincing)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This boyyyyy, lemme tell youuuuuuu. He's a good 6.5 inches and his dick is SO pretty. He has a really big tip (it stretches you out PRETTY good when you guys start to fuck) and he's cut (unlike Bo lmao) he has a big vein that runs the underside of his cock and he loves when you rub your tongue on it. He's also pretty thick in general. If you tell him that his cock is big this cutie won't even believe you. He always thought it was small or that he wished he was bigger for his confidence. But once you tell him that his cock is probably this biggest youve been with, he'll get sooooooo shy about it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive only works because of you. His sex drive is not high at all. I think he loves drawing you naked in general but after a while of reviewing the drawing and thinking about certain aspects of your body, it will get him going. Now if you tell him you're horny... thats all it takes. This man CANNOT say no to you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn't sleep a lot in general, so he won't be sleeping until aftercare is DONE and that's a promise.

#i love him so muuuuuch #slashers #vincent sinclair #house of wax #slashers x reader #vincent sinclair smut #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair imagine #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair

[kaeyx]

I love cat hybrid!character x reader thirsts but you know what really makes me wet rn? Cat hybrid!reader x Fukuzawa. My fav dilf loves cats, so I bet he’d love me curled up in his lap while he works so he can pet me, and if he’s getting a bit frustrated and tense with the paperwork, he could very nicely ask me to ride him or suck his big cock under the desk or bend over so he can slowly shove it into my pussy (pun intended) and breed me.

🌕anon

FUKUZAWAAAAA yes he'd love it so much and he'd be one of the best as far as talking care of you goes. It would be just like having his favourite person and his favourite animal all in one, I don't think he could resist petting you and scratching under your chin. Anything you want, anytime you wanted attention, all it would take is tapping his shoulder and asking pretty please. Fukuzawa thinks you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, of course he wouldn't deny you sitting in his lap, pressed against his chest and purring loudly. The way it reverberates through his chest makes him so happy, he doesn't even mind when your kneading makes your claws catch on his clothes.

And gfhfhg of course he'd let you, once again Fukuzawa can't say no to you if you ask nicely. He can't deny that you turn him on, your purring is a bit like a low powered vibrator on him, especially when you're sitting in his lap and your ass is right on his crotch. He's embarrassed about it but there's no way he can hide it, you can feel his cock growing and pressing against you, and it's such a pretty, inviting cock too... Of course you'd ride him while he takes a break, his hands circling your waist and keeping you steady as he kisses you tenderly, one thumb rubbing the base of your tail while he rolls his hips. Fukuzawa isn't loud but his little pants and groans are so damn hot, especially when you see his clothes half undone and his hair dishevelled. It's so satisfying to know a man as strong and composed as him is like this because of you.

Having you crying and mewling in his lap as you beg to be bred makes Fukuzawa dizzy, hearing you moan his name and grind against him, your tail flicking wildly and ears pinned back, claws digging into his shoulders for support. He can never refuse you, after all he thinks it's a waste to cum anywhere else too. Why wouldn't he breed you nice and deep when you're asking so nicely, it's what he wants too! Especially during your heats when you're insatiable, your skin hot and clammy and your pupils blown wide, rubbing your scent on him and inhaling his own, drunk on his cock and unable to keep your hands off him. It's very flattering.

Sometimes, not often, he'd ask you to suck him off while he works. It's completely against agency policy and Fukuzawa likes to lead by example, not to mention it's so inappropriate and he prefers to have sex in the privacy of his own home. But sometimes he misses you too much, you look too irresistible to him and he just has to, he already knows you'll perk up and slide between his legs. He feels so good too, not monstrously big but definitely above average, fitting a little awkwardly in your mouth and teasing your throat when you take him to the base. Fukuzawa loves to run his free hand through your hair and pet your ears, or hold your own hand and feel you squeeze when his cock makes you gag. Your claws dig into his skin and leave little red pricks but that's alright, it's something for him to look at later. He can't last long when you look at him and hum around his cock, holding on to his lean, strong thighs as you suck him off with so much love in your eyes. He feels a little guilty that he's not making you feel good no matter how many times you tell him you like this, so he'll probably return the favour once he's cum.

#fukuzawa.bsd #cat!reader #🌕 anon #i love him :( #fukuzawa x reader #fukuzawa smut

[frxxxncx]

3:00 a.m - j. wonwoo

»best friend!¡wonwoo x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: wonwoo’s phone rings religiously at 3 a.m. every night.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), nicknames (pretty doll, darling), nonidol au, blood, mention of edged weapons, management of sulfuric acid, wonwoo is two years older than reader, reader15¡!, wonwoo17¡!, yandere behavior, wonwoo is an instigator.

nota: Super hyper mega late spooky season little thingy because wonwoo looked so cute on today’s gose.

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

»Words: 1.3k

The ring of the phone filled the room, making an echo in the wall and vibrating over the table.

Wonwoo looked at the phone rumbled over the nightstand, not moving a muscle, still sitting on the edge of his bed.

Ring, ring, ring.

"Ah, y/n?" He asked you as he answered the call, not paying attention to the name of the caller in the phone.

An affirmative sound was heard on the other end of the line.

"What happened?" He asked with a soft voice "You calling at this hour..."

Your blank yet sweet tone interrupted him "Oppa, can you come over, please?" you asked impassively.

"Right now?" Wonwoo queried with a smile in his tone.

"Yes, it is extremely important, I need your help to load some things" you answered with a very sweet tone.

"Okay, I get it" he said, confirming what you needed "Which place?"

•||

"Y/n?" He called your name at the entrance of the old house, looking for something in his bag. "I'm coming in," he warned, closing the squeaky door behind him.

Wonwoo walked slowly in the dark corridor of the house carefully to not touch anything nor bump into anything, until he got to the back door. He gasped at the sight of you sitting beside a girl with the same uniform of your school, but when he saw your smile, even if your face was splashed with blood, it calmed him.

"It looks like this time you made it very extravagant too, pretty doll" your friend said giggling softly.

"I'm sorry for calling you so late," you said, insecure, making weird figures on the floor with the splattered red fluid, due to the cute nickname.

In fact, it was three in the morning, but you were there in front of him with your face painted in carmine just like your clothes, and you also had a small ax in your right hand, covered completely in the thick substance, Wonwoo thought to himself that you matched perfectly the ungodly hour.

"Don't worry, it doesn't bother me, because it’s you" his voice caressed your ears like honey while he was still looking for something in his bag.

A victorious sound came out of his mouth when he finally found it "Take here" he said lending to you a plastic bag with clean clothes "You have to change your clothes, I brought you some of the things you have in my house"

"Ooh, thank u, Wonwoo '' you went to hug him, but he stopped you.

"Go take a shower, I'll clean here" he demanded, putting on gloves.

You nodded and went quickly to take a bath. Wonwoo fixed his scarf leaving the ends in his back so they wouldn't get stained, he looked closely at the dead girl and finally remembered her, she was his desk-mate in chemistry, understandably he didn't recognize her at first glance, the fair skin of her face was covered in cuts and scratches.

That day... he helped her carry some papers to the principal's office, probably you didn't know her. He looked at the girl with a tired expression and opened his mouth.

"Y/n!, what do you think is faster!?, clean everything with water or get it all out through the back door!?" He shouted high enough for you to hear him.

"I would only use a bucket to do it" you yelled in response and Wonwoo could help but chuckle.

"Of course you would" he mumbled getting out of his duffle bag a container with sodium peroxide, he got up and exited the house, grabbing the bucket beside the tap that was sticking out of the house, the water was freezing cold, he continued, putting a layer of the yellowish powder in the water.

He entered once again, still hearing the shower upstairs, he knelt and started to clean, the ceramic was starting to look more and more white, making Wonwoo feel proud, and at the same time, the girl's body was starting to become a hindrance.

•||

"Uff" sighed the man zipping the black duffel bag.

The chirp of the wooden stairs makes him notice that you finally had finished washing.

"Welcome back" Wonwoo said brightly, while you finished putting your glove in your right hand.

"I'm wrapping up here" he commented grabbing the huge bag where the body was hidden, he lifted it and put it in his shoulder, and you looked at him with your mouth shut

"Let's go"

You were walking in the little forest behind the house, stepping through the trees, sticks breaking below your feet, you couldn't stop biting onto your lower lip nervously.

"Oppa, I'm sorry" your tone was solemn, and the older heart ached a little.

"Hm? Because...?"

"You know… for always being like this” you answered looking at your fingers.

"That's okay, Darling, I'm good with tough work, besides if you carry something so heavy you would become shorter" he joked with a beautiful smile getting close to you to caress your damp hair.

Both of you continued your stroll until you got to a familiar place, it was remote and isolated, very deep into the forest.

"Hey, y/n" he called out, dropping the hefty bag on the floor, now grabbing the shovels that were being held by you, "perhaps, do you like me?"

"I'm not sure" you didn't know what your feelings were, for all you know when you looked at him, you just wanted him to be yours, and only yours.

"I see," Wonwoo whispered with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, both starting to dig in the floor.

You kept digging and digging in silence until the hole was deep and vast enough to fit the body in, once the now naked body was in the improvised tomb, you talked again.

"You definitely hate this part of me, right?" You muttered sadly, looking from the corner of your eye how Wonwoo opened a gallon of sulfuric acid -that he had stolen as from his chemistry lab- and poured it onto the girl's body, putting emphasis on her face.

Jeon hurriedly left the container on the floor and went straight to you.

"Not completely" his calloused hands stroked your cheeks sweetly, his honeyed voice was serious, eyes shimmering with adoration.

"I love you"

"Only you"

"I love you desperately"

The red invaded your face, your flesh was burning under the soft touch of his hands, a timid smile slipping from your lips.

"Okey" you stumbled feeling tender at his words.

Wonwoo grabbed your chin and cupped your lips with his own, the warm embrace making you moan happily, lips dancing and melting together.

•||

"Fuck, it's pouring rain, don't you think?" He said, making a pouting while you looked at him with a big smile.

His eyes fixated on a girl who was classmates with one of his friends, she looked sad at the rain, whispering to herself something about having to stay there all day due to the heavy rain.

"Where's your umbrella?" Wonwoo asked you, with curious kitty eyes.

Your face had a question mark painted on it, and you looked at your bag.

"Is here" you moved your bag jokingly, still smiling .

He smiled at you nodding and went to the blonde girl.

"Excuse me" he called out to the girl whom saw him with intrigue.

"Yeah?"

"You can have my umbrella, my friend and I live in the same neighbourhood, so there is no problem, you can lend it back later" his voice was sweet and the cheeks of the blonde were tinted in a cute shade of pink.

You saw them, and the smile that was brightening your face was nowhere to be seen, eyes glaring at the girl, when you saw your friend turn in your direction your face moved quickly to keep watching the rain.

"Y/n, I don't have an umbrella, mind to share?"smile favouring his pretty face.

"It's okay" You said in a mutter, barely perceptible. 

Wonwoo was there, once again, sitting on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, smile drawn in his face while looking at the dark screen, eyes dropping off instantly in the clock on his bed-site, 3:00 a.m screaming in a green fluorescent light.

His phone vibrated in his hand, an obnoxious melody filling the room annoyingly.

"Hello, y/n?"

#I completely forgot about this 🫥 #seventeen #svt #wonwoo I love you #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #wonwoo #jeon wonu #wonu #svt wonu #jeon wonwoo #seventeen wonu #seventeen horror #svt horror #svt wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo x reader

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

Hello :)

Saw some of your posts and was curious to know what you think Darlin’s relationship with Quinn was like?

these asks are fantastic stimulus for my little artless tiger enclosure

this might be a tricky one for me specifically to answer, because i'm not a big headcanon person. if that boats your boat, go nuts! i'm gonna base most of my assumptions on the microscopic handful of canon information.

we know it was bad. like, really bad. definitely emotional (and i think there's a strong case for physical, more on that later) abuse. quinn has a very strong need for control, and it's easy to control people with exploitable issues (like, say, low self esteem?).

at the beginning of their series, darlin's self esteem is impressively low. i think they're similar to imperium!asher in that sense (and im vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass trying not to make this response about him); they're passively suicidal. not willing to put themselves in harm's way specifically To Be Killed, but probably completely fine with it being a possibility - someone who values their life doesn't boot down the door of two vampires specifically to ask questions that would piss them off. this lack of perceived self worth is also evident in the way darlin' initially treats sam - he's inconvenient. overbearing. i think darlin' only accepts sam's help (after a lot of resistance) because it's hard to insist you're fine while actively bleeding to death without looking like a moron.

quinn knows exactly how to weaponise darlin's low self esteem. i find the assertion that he "didn't do anything they didn't ask for" (something along those lines, i can't check at the moment but please correct me if i'm wrong) incredibly telling. he knows that if he twists his abuse to present it as a choice, darlin' will accept the blame. this is my fault. this is happening because i am a pathetic, broken, bad person, and i am choosing this.

do i think quinn was ever nice? no. quinn is a manipulator, but he's not an outright liar. he is entertained by toying with people, but i think finds very little value in just lying to them. it's too easy. based on quinn's taunting from his side of the interrogation room glass, i assume he found which of darlin's buttons to press remarkably quickly, and used that to his advantage immediately. however, the base of his grip on darlin' is their self worth - when it starts increasing due to sam's influence, quinn's grasp slips. darlin' doesn't need him anymore, because they're no longer two threads in the same stitch. darlin' isn't broken, or lonely, or pathetic, or worthless, or any of the things quinn tells them to keep them under his thumb.

i think darlin' still feels a lot of shame about their past with quinn, but they're starting to move past it, as is sam with alexis. they've both learned that their inherent value 1) exists and 2) isn't tied to a single abusive person.

(quietly puts essay about david not only enabling put encouraging revenge violence back in my desk drawer)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted sam #redacted quinn #redacted darlin #and now that you've been sunk cost fallacied i can reveal that i don't like darlin' #like at all #get baited

[pastelsapphy]

A thought crossed my mind: between MC and Saeyoung, who proposes first? (I know SE 2.07 talks about Saeyoung proposing, but bear with me). I think if asked, they might say that, technically, it was Vanderwood.

Saeyoung probably isn't quite as confident as he seems. So MC bites the bullet the next time they get to rest. Curled up against each other in the dark of night, with no one and nothing but each other.

"So... they called me Saeran's sister-in-law, hm?"

And they feel Saeyoung tense up beside them. If any one trait describes Saeyoung, it's fear. He has always been afraid--of his mother, his father, the agency boss, of all the people he's pissed off coming for his head. He was afraid of anything bad happening to Saeran (seeing your worst fears come to life right before your eyes does wonders for anxiety, doesn't it?), of anything he's done coming back to hurt those he cares about.

He had been afraid of his friends seeing beyond the 707 mask, of them ever seeing the real him, because surely they would hate him. The real him was not someone to be loved. The real him was not someone to keep around. 707 could have friends (for a while), even Luciel could have friends (temporary as they were). But he had tried to bury Saeyoung, the scared little boy who was unloved by everyone except his other half.

But MC came along and held out a hand. With their help, Saeyoung dared to pull himself from his grave. They pushed through the masks that were 707 and Luciel to unearth Saeyoung, still lost and scared and desperate to protect everyone.

The thing is, those fears don't go away overnight--if they ever do. He knows MC says they love him, that they're in this for the long haul, but he's still half convinced he's going to wake up and find himself still at his desk, an imprint of his keyboard stamped into his face and nothing beside him but empty bags of chips.

So he falls back on his default defense mechanism: laugh it off. But the chuckle he forces out is strained, even to his ears. "Ah, yeah. Ha ha... sorry if that, uh, made you uncomfortable or anything."

MC just hums. Saeyoung feels the vibrations where their face is tucked against his neck. "What about you?"

Their breath is hot on his neck and god, he already can't think when he's around them. Yes, his brain screams. I love it. I want you to be his sister-in-law. I want you to be my spouse, my partner. I want to be your husband. I want it, I want it, I want it.

But, as he has always been, Saeyoung is afraid. What if this is what scares them off (and not, you know, his drugged and brainwashed brother or the agency that tried to kill them all)? What if they don't want to be tied to him that way? He still thinks MC deserves better than him, even if he's been selfish enough to accept them.

He must take too long to respond, because MC shifts back just enough to look up at him. Their eyes seem to sparkle in the darkness. "Saeyoung."

He looks away and they gently press a hand to his cheek. They're warm, so warm, melting him inside and out. Like a hot drink after coming in from the cold. "You're thinking too loud," they say.

"Haha, am I?" Is his voice shaking? He hopes not.

"Don't overthink this. How did you feel?"

He's afraid. He's so, so afraid. He knows how to push past fear; he knows how to turn it into a weapon for himself, but this isn't a battle. There's nothing to fight.

"It... umm..." he starts. Getting the words out of his mouth feels like wading through mud. "I... well... it uh..."

And then MC's lips are on his. Gentle, almost chaste. A means to redirect his attention more than anything.

"Do you want to know how it made me feel?" They whisper against him.

With all higher brain function having ceased, the only thing Saeyoung can do is nod.

He feels MC's lips curl into a smile. "A little dissapointed, because I'm not his in-law yet."

Saeyoung's head spins as he tries to process their words. "Oh... uh... you mean... you want...?"

MC chuckles and kisses him again. "I would love to be Saeran's in-law. Which means..."

Saeyoung swallows and finally meets MC's eyes. There's love in their gaze, but also a twinkle of mischief. Tease.

"You want to be my... wife?" He almost can't believe what he's saying might be true.

MC chuckles again. "Yes, Saeyoung. I want to be Saeran's sister-in-law; I want to be your wife; and I want you to be my husband."

And his head is spinning and MC kisses him again and he's falling. It's more than he's ever dreamed of and he's so scared to lose it but more than anything--he's excited. Saeyoung hasn't been excited in a long time. He's never looked forward to the future. It was never worth looking forward to.

When their lips part and he can think again, he says, "Does this count as a proposal? Because I can do better than that."

MC chuckles again. "You can give me a ring later, when this is all over."

He pauses, feeling unsure again. "Are you sure that's what you want?" He asks, barely above a whisper.

He yelps when MC gently nips his collarbone. "You're stuck with me, Saeyoung Choi. You're not getting rid of me so easily."

And he laughs, real this time. "Okay, okay! I won't let you go so easily, either. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Saeyoung."

("Technically, I proposed," Saeyoung will say.

"You certainly got down on one knee with a ring," MC will say. "But me and Vandy still beat you to the punch."

And Saeyoung will pout, but there's no sadness behind it. And MC will kiss him, because he's adorable when he pouts. And they will concede that, yes, Saeyoung is the one who offically proposed.

"But we still did it first," they will say, and Saeyoung will concede.)

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[jessybarnes]

On One Condition

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 

A/N: This is a boss x secretary AU

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, sneaking around, breaking and entering, getting caught, yelling, a slight instance of being scared of being hit (he doesn't tho), rough kissing, rough sex, fingering, squirting, oral (both male and female receiving), rimming (male receiving), face fucking, deep throating, throat fucking, cum eating, choking, nipple play, strip tease, light dom/sub, name-calling, light degradation, begging, praise kink, teasing, biting, leaving marks, explicit language, and I think that's it. 

Word Count: 5,460

Beta: T. Thompson 

Written For: One of my co-workers, Mike. :)

"Hey, Y/N, look at this."

You'd been working on your boss's weekly finance report for the past hour, and it was beginning to make your eyes cross.

Sebastian, your very attractive boss.

He was infuriatingly gorgeous, but he was also arrogant, and that was a turn-off. He was a perfectionist and wasn't afraid to tell you if you messed something up.

That's what you were doing right now, fixing a formula in an excel spreadsheet that you'd apparently done wrong. The only reason you continued to put up with being Sebastian’s assistant was because of Tiffany. 

Tiffany worked alongside you as the head of the data analysis team and had become your best friend. She didn't work directly for Sebastian, but she did have a front-row seat to all the shit he put you through.

She'd always been good at cheering you up by occasionally distracting you, and you were hoping whatever was on her computer screen was just that. A distraction. 

"What's up, babe?"

You stood, your flowy black knee-high skirt flaring out slightly as you walked across the room to her desk. At first, it didn't look like anything, just a black and white surveillance video of the building's parking garage.

"What exactly am I supposed to be seeing here, Tiff?"

She pulled your wrist making you squat down, "shh! Don't let Seb hear you! Keep watching, it's just a few more seconds in."

You gave her an odd look but kept watching nonetheless. Sure enough, roughly ten seconds later, you saw Sebastian walking to his car. He had a file tucked under his arm with classified, written in big, bold red letters. He kept looking from side to side, watching for other people as he quickly got into his sleek, black impala and drove away. 

You couldn't believe what you were seeing.

"Tiffany," you harshly whispered. "What is that?! How did you even get access to the security camera feed?!"

She peeked over the top of her desk, a look of alarm on her face as she turned quickly back to you.

"Fuck! Here, take this stack of papers and say you were helping me with it! He's coming!"

You snatched the papers and slowly stood up giving Tiffany a friendly smile.

"So, anyway, that's how you do a pivot table. I'll take a look at these lists and let you know what I think, okay? Oh! Hello, Sebastian! I just finished fixing the formula on your report. I'll get it sent over to you in the next couple of minutes." 

Sebastian put his hands on his hips and raised one of those perfect eyebrows of his.

"Y/N, I certainly hope you're not lying to me. You know how I feel about dishonesty. It makes me…angry."

You smiled sweetly at him, holding the stack of papers to your chest.

"I wouldn't dream of it, sir."

You walked past him, your heels clacking against the tile as you made your way back to your desk. 

A couple of hours passed before you'd completed everything on the task list Sebastian had emailed you that morning. It was nearly six o'clock when you finally logged your time and shut down your computer.

You were the only one left in the office, so you made sure to turn the lights out and lock up. You'd barely gotten to the elevators when your phone began to vibrate in your purse.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, hey, have you left work yet?"

You stopped and leaned against the wall of the lobby. "No, I'm still here, Tiff."

She sighed and lowered her voice. "Oh, great! Okay, so here's what you're gonna do. Go in the top drawer of my desk and you'll find a bobby pin. Then-"

You cut her off, "Babe, what are you talking about? Why do I feel like I'm gonna regret this?"

She shuffled the phone around and you heard a door shut in the background.

"You won't regret it because you won't get caught! Now, focus. Bobby pin is in my top desk drawer. From there, you're gonna pick the lock on Sebastian’s office. Once you're in you'll have free reign to look for any clues about that file!"

You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, alright fine. I'm only looking around for five minutes though. I'm too nervous to look any longer. I'll call you back in ten minutes. If I don't, then you know I'm either dead or caught."

The two of you hung up as you made your way back into the office. As quiet as it was, the atmosphere still felt different, like you were already trespassing and you hadn't even gone into his office yet.

You quickly found the bobby pin and slowly made your way to the closed wooden door taking a deep breath. The fact that you were doing this was crazy. This was the first illegal thing you'd ever done, and it was honestly terrifying. 

With a shaky hand, you wedged the hairpin in the keyhole and moved it around. For a while, nothing happened, and it seemed like this was all a lost cause.

Just when you were about to give up the lock clicked and the door opened slightly. The gravity of the situation finally sank in as you slowly pushed the door open. His office was dark, his desk and wall locker casting an ominous shadow over the room.

You took a deep breath and walked across the carpet to sit in his leather chair. It was soft, the stitching surely leaving little indents on the backs of your legs. 

The top drawer was empty except for a few pens and a little jar of paper clips. The middle one had coffee k-cups and an assortment of condiment packets, nothing at all interesting. When you tried the bottom drawer it didn't want to open right away, but once it did, you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

At least one hundred folders all marked classified were stacked in two neat piles. You racked your brain to try and think of what could possibly be in them. Coming up with nothing, you picked up the top folder and carefully opened it.

There, sorted neatly into paperclipped stacks were photos of women in different sexual poses. Leather, black laced lingerie, and even some fully nude shots. 

You had so many questions. Did he know these women? Did he take the photos? Did he sleep with them? You were so caught up in the moment that you didn't hear the elevators ding. The moment his deep voice filled the expanse of the office you nearly jumped out of your skin.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

The folder fell from your hands and you felt your blood run cold.

"I-I was… I-I um…"

He stalked toward you, a murderous look in his eyes, and you were sure this was how you were going to die. He was going to kill you right here behind his desk. Sebastian grabbed your jaw between the fingers of his right hand, pushing your body against the back wall forcefully.

"I gave you a job and this is how you thank me?!"

He spoke low, his words spewing from his mouth like venom.

"You break into my office and go through my things?! I knew…I fucking KNEW you weren't helping Tiffany with a damn pivot table." 

Hot tears were falling freely down your cheeks, pooling where his fingers tightly held your skin.

"S-Sebastian…y-you're hurting m-me. Please… 'm s-sorry."

He let your chin go, but his arms bracketed you in, his face inches from yours. "You're sorry?! Y/N, the only reason you're sorry is that I fuckin' caught you in the act. So, what was it, hm? What possessed you to go through my desk?"

Your whole body shook with fear, your breathing becoming erratic, and when he raised his voice again you cowered as far into the wall as you could.

"ANSWER ME, GODDAMMIT!" 

"I-I-I…Tiff and I… she… we saw a security video. I-It was of y-you holding a folder a-and we wanted t-to know why it was classified."

His blue eyes were perilous and dark.

"Didn't your Mommy ever tell you not to touch what isn't yours?"

His left hand cupped your cheek, and you cursed yourself for feeling both fear and arousal course through you.

"What," he whispered, his eyes flicking down to your lips, "should we do now, Y/N? How should we fix this? 'Cause, you're only leavin' this room on one condition. I get to reprimand you."

His mouth was so close to yours now that you could almost taste his spearmint gum. 

"S-Sir I-"

His fingers slid through your hair grabbing it tightly as he smashed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. He wasn't gentle by any means. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, claiming you, taking what he wanted from you like you were his toy. And at that moment you were.

The way he was dominating you ignited a flame that ceased to exist before this moment. His hands slid under your blouse, touching you everywhere they could, and when he roughly squeezed one of your bra-covered nipples you couldn't stop the sinful moan he pulled from your throat. 

"Listen to you…so fuckin' needy. Bet you wish you could be those girls, posing all pretty for me while I take pictures of you."

His teeth nipped at your earlobe making you shudder.

"Got such a perfect figure, sugar. You'd look so pretty in lace, spread all wide and tied up. Been drivin' me fuckin' crazy wearin' these skirts and form-fitting tops. It almost seems like you're doin' it on purpose. I've seen the way you look at me." 

You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off with a question.

"Tell me, Y/N…does the thought of me bending you over my desk get you wet?"

You nodded and bit your lip, his eyes immediately honing in on the action.

"Careful, doll," he used his thumb to free it, "you keep that up and I won't be able to control myself."

The lust in his eyes sent another spark of want straight to your core.

"Please…"

Honestly, you weren't even sure what you were asking for, but you knew you needed more. You needed him to touch you. 

"I don't think you're in the position to be makin' requests, sweetheart."

He let the pads of his fingers slide up your inner thigh, barely touching your skin. "I think," he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "a nosey little girl like you needs to be punished."

He slid his index finger in the side hem of your panties, not quite touching you, but enough to feel that they were soaked through.

"Feels like you want that too. Is that true, Y/N? You want me to devour this sweet, delicate body of yours and make you mine?" 

"Yes."

That one word was all he needed to hear. His mouth was on you again, kissing, biting, and licking anywhere he could, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The thin fabric of your blouse shredded easily beneath his large hands, the pieces falling next to your feet.

"Mmm, these perfect tits, your curves, that perky little ass. God, Y/N, you're a work of fuckin' art."

Sebastian backed away and walked to sit on the couch against the opposite wall.

"C'mere."

You slowly moved in front of him, covering your body from how exposed you felt.

"Nuh-uh, don't do that. Lemme see you." He reached out and pulled your arms down to your sides. "Absolutely stunning." 

He was quiet for a few minutes, his eyes taking in your half-naked form before he gave his next instruction.

"Take the rest of those clothes off nice and slow for me, baby."

Without taking your eyes off his, you hooked your fingers in the top hem of your skirt and slowly slid it down your legs. Once it pooled at your feet you kicked it to the side and slid the straps of your lacy black bra off each shoulder. Leaning forward, you showed him your cleavage while you reached to undo the buckle on your left stiletto.

"Oh, baby," he cooed, "leave those on for me. The stockings can stay too. Fuck, you look so fuckin' divine, doll. Just wanna get my mouth on that sweet pussy." 

You bit your lip again and whimpered when he let out a low growl.

"Thought I told you to quit doin' that." He stood and grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you easily. "You need to learn to follow orders, Y/N."

He shoved everything off his desk and set you down on the cool wood.

"Spin around and lean back against me, baby. Let me give you a lesson on how to follow directions."

You obeyed him immediately and rested back against his toned chest, the muscles shifting beneath his button-up shirt.

"Sebastian, I… I haven't um…"

He smoothed his hands down your arms and peppered kisses along the pulse point of your neck. "You haven't what, honey? You're not about to tell me you're a virgin are you?"

You shook your head no and licked your lips. "N-No, but I… it's been a while and um… well, a guy has never given me a…you know…" 

Sebastian stilled, his fingers turning your face toward his.

"Princess, are you telling me you've never gotten off by someone other than yourself?"

Your eyes looked down at the floor as you nodded.

"They've never been able to," you whispered. "I…there must be something wrong with me."

He brought his lips down to yours, kissing you slow and sweet.

"Listen to me, Y/N. There is nothing wrong with you. You've just never been with a real man. Let me show you what it feels like to have someone make you come apart over and over again."

He nipped at your bottom lip. "First, I'm gonna put two of my thick fingers in that pretty pussy." Another love bite, this time on your jaw. "Then, once you come, I'll make you do it again on my tongue." His teeth scraped against the sensitive spot right below your ear making you whine desperately. "Finally, I'll make you scream my name as I fuck you full of my cum."  

"Oh, god, Sebastian! Please…make me feel good…"

"Shh, I've got you, baby."

His hands moved from your arms to the top of your bra, "see, what those other men don't know is that women need intimacy. They need," he pulled the thin lace material down and began rolling your nipples between his fingers, "to be touched and caressed. They need more than just a quick fuck to feel good."

Your chest heaved, your hand absentmindedly making its way to grab your hair from the jolts of pleasure he was giving you.

"Fuck…"

Sebastian carefully turned your body and laid you down, his left hand gliding down to your panties. "How attached are you to these?"

You shook your head, "at this point, I don't care about anything other than you… just… please do something." 

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "Oh, doll, that's sweet of you... Already tellin' me I'm all that you care about, and I've barely even touched you. Kinda makes me think there's a deeper meaning to those words."

He wasn't looking for a response, nor did he give you a chance to come up with one because in the next second he tore your panties from your body. Sebastian smoothed his fingers just above your clit, moving back and forth, making you whine in frustration.

"Goddammit, Seb, I swear if you don't touch m-"

His other hand wrapped around your throat and pulled your head back so you could see his face. "Watch it, Y/N. If you keep bein' a brat I'm gonna have to treat you like one."

The hand around your throat migrated to your right nipple while the middle and ring fingers on his left moved up and down your soaked folds. 

"Oh, fuck! S-Sebastian, oh, god yeah, like that, just like that. Please don't stop."

He circled your clit, applying delicious pressure fueling your inferno of arousal like it was a wildfire.

"So fuckin' wet, Y/N. You want me to make you come? Ready to come undone just from my fingers, honey?"

All you could do was nod, and finally, finally, he pushed them inside of you. You cried out, your hips raising to meet the quick thrusts of his fingers.

"Oh, my god! Fuck!"

He spread the ones on his other hand and pressed you back down holding you in place. "Yeah, princess? That feel good?"

He leaned down and swirled his tongue over a nipple before taking it between his teeth.

"Shit! Sebastian I-... baby, please!"

He smirked and increased the pressure of the hand splayed on your lower abdomen. "Oh, doll, this isn't even the best part. If you think it feels good now, you're in for a real treat." 

The moment he curled his fingers and rubbed them back and forth you arched your back and screamed. The added pressure he was applying with his other hand only intensified the feeling, your eyes rolling back on their own accord.

"Jesus baby girl, I can feel you clenching around me already. You look so fuckin' gorgeous like this, moanin' for me. Drives me wild knowin' I'm makin' you feel this way. You gonna come for me, sugar? C'mon, Y/N…be a good girl for me."

You couldn't hold back even if you wanted to. Your first promised orgasm tore through your body like a bolt of lightning as you soaked his hand, your inner thighs, and the desk with your cum.

Your whole body shook as you tried to catch your breath. Sebastian brought his hand to his mouth, closing his lips around his soaked fingers, licking them clean.

"Mmm, you taste so fuckin' sweet, doll. I've never been able to make a girl do that on the first try."

You grabbed onto his shirt and roughly pulled him down for a passionate kiss. It was needy, hot, and wanting, as you licked into his mouth tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Please… please make me do that again. Felt so good, so fucking good…"

Sebastian chuckled against your lips and helped you sit up. "Gladly, baby, but first I wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours." 

You immediately got off the desk and sank to your knees. He let you take control for the first few moments, watching as your shaky hands struggled with his belt. His fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at him through your lashes.

"There's no need to hurry, sweetheart. I'm not goin' anywhere. Let me get these off, okay?"

You sat back on your heels as he stripped the rest of the way, your eyes marveling at how beautiful he was.

"Wow…"

You hadn't meant to say it out loud, his intense stare making you blush.

"See anything you like, honey?"

"Yes, god yes, please let me taste you."

He pulled you to your feet and pulled you flush against him, his hard cock pressing against your belly. "I want you to taste me too, baby. In more ways than one." 

It took your brain a moment to comprehend what he was asking of you.

"Wait, what do you me-"

Oh. Oh.

It finally clicked and for the first time that night, he actually looked nervous. His eyes studied your reaction for a moment before looking down at his feet.

"S'okay if you don't want to…"

You stared at him, thinking about the mind-blowing bliss he'd just brought you. You thought about how he was going to be going down on you soon, how he promised to give you two more orgasms.

The thought of getting that intimate with a man hadn't even been a blip on your sexual radar until now. You could say no, but the thought of hearing his filthy moans made your pussy clench around nothing.

"Okay," you whispered softly, "I'll do it. I'll try. I've um…never done it before, but I… I'll do my best to make you feel good." 

Sebastian moaned and kissed you deeply. "Don't worry, baby. I'll talk you through it. Also, I know you didn't ask, but I'm clean… ya know…back there."

He smiled sheepishly and moved to stand in front of his desk chair.

"C'mere, doll. Come sit behind me."

You did as you were told and reached out to run your small hands up the backs of his thighs.

"Don't be shy, baby. You can explore a little. I don't mind."

He bent over, his torso resting on the wood as he slightly spread his legs. "'M'ready, love. Just uh…run your tongue up and down slowly until you get used to it."

You gripped his ass and spread his cheeks apart, his breathing immediately becoming breathy. He was smooth, his cock hard and leaking as you gave his hole a tentative lick.

"Y-Y/N…"

The way he moaned your name caused a switch to flip inside you. You needed to hear him say it like that again. 

You didn't hesitate, holding him in place with your hands as you flattened your tongue to lick all around his rim.

"Holy fuckin'...Oh, shit! Babydoll, oh fuck, right there! Right there, baby. Jesus fuckin' Christ don't stop, Y/N…"

He was a babbling mess, and it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen in your life. The power you held as you took this man apart just from your mouth was intoxicating.

"Fuck baby… oh, I could come just from this. You've got one hell of a mouth. God, I gotta have it. I gotta feel those pretty pink lips around my cock. C'mere."

He pushed himself up and turned around so his cock was inches from your face. You wrapped your hand around the base and began to stroke him at a slow, steady pace.

"Use me, Sebastian. I need to hear you make those sounds again. Please, baby, fuck my mouth." 

His eyes darkened, his gaze turning possessive, and you gasped when he bunched your hair between his fingers and yanked your head back.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, "'s'that what you need? To be my filthy little plaything?"

You whimpered and opened your mouth.

"Mmm, such a little slut for it aren't ya? So hungry for my cock. Remember to breathe, doll."

He rocked his hips forward, pushing into your mouth slowly, and when he hit the back of your throat you dug your nails into his thighs.

"Shh, don't tense up, sugar. Relax…breathe through your nose. You can do it, Y/N. Fuck! That's it."

He slid past your gag reflex into your throat, your face buried in soft dark curls. His right hand lightly moved up and down the column of your neck feeling himself inside of you.

"God, you're perfect, baby. So fuckin' sexy with my cock down your throat. Just wan- oh, shit! Baby, fuck!" 

You swallowed around him and brought your hand up to gently squeeze his balls. Sebastian pulled you off of him, the grip on your hair tightening a fraction.

"You tryin' to kill me, baby? Open that mouth again, naughty girl."

As soon as you did he wasted no time thrusting back in, setting a solid rhythm as obscene words spewed from his lips.

"Such a bratty little whore. So desperate and - oh, god - needy for me. Bet you've fucked yourself to the thought of me. Haven't ya you little cock-slut? Fuck, yeah baby, that's right. Take it. Take my fuckin' dick like you were made for it, Y/N."

The moment his thrusts became sloppy he pulled out of you allowing you to take your first real deep breath in a while.

"You look so pretty right now. Your swollen lips, face covered with spit and tears, fuck baby, wish you could see yourself.

He wiped the wetness with his thumbs and motioned to his couch.

"Go sit for me, Y/N. I think you deserve to cum again."

The moment you leaned back against the soft cushions he knelt in front of you. One of his large hands curled around the back of your calf as he trailed open-mouthed kisses up towards your pussy.

"Sebastian, please…'m'so wet. Need to feel you so badly…"

He took the skin of your inner thigh between his teeth, biting and sucking little love bites that only added to the anticipation.

"So impatient, baby. Can't you see I'm busy marking what belongs to me? That pretty face, your perfect tits, these toned legs, your tight little pussy, all of you is mine, Y/N."

Your heart thudded hard against your chest, "Yes. Yes, I'm yours …all yours. Please just…please!"

He took pity on you and hooked your legs over his shoulders, his lips closing around your clit.

"Ohholyfuckingsh- oh god, Sebastian!" 

His strong arms held you in place as he devoured your pussy. His tongue was everywhere. Circling your bundle of nerves, gliding between your folds, and when he delved it inside of you it made your vision go white.

"Oh, shit! Shit! Fuck! S-Sebastian I… baby, I can't...oh my god!"

He pulled off of you, his lust-blown pupils staring into your own.

"You can, doll. Let yourself feel what I'm doin' to you. Focus on the pleasure and let go for me. Come all over my face, sweetheart."

Sebastian started his assault again, groaning when you grabbed his hair to pull him closer.

"Shit, ohmyfuckinggod! Right there…oh, baby right there! More! Oh, fuck I need more!"

He rolled your clit between his fingers while his tongue explored your hole expertly.

"Oh, god...you're gonna make me…oh, god I'm gonna...gonna cum! Sebastian! Sebast-FUCK!" 

You shook violently, your release saturating the dark green cushion below you.

"God damn, baby…that was so fuckin' hot. Taste so good too. Just like candy."

He picked you up again, one hand holding you just above your ass while the other rested in the middle of your back. You laced your fingers behind his neck and kissed him slowly, taking the time to memorize the taste of him mixed with yours.

It wasn't about ravishing each other anymore, no, this was sensual. He held you tight, turning to lie down on the couch before pulling you on top of him. His calloused hands touched every inch of you he could reach and all you wanted to do was drown in him. You'd stay in this moment forever and let yourself be consumed by him if you could.

"Sebastian, baby, I…please,  can I ride you?" 

He moaned and licked his lips.

"Yeah, princess. You want me to prep you first?"

You shook your head and reached behind your body to grab his cock.

"No. No, I wanna remember this…wanna remember how it feels as you fill me up."

"Y/N," his hands held your hips, "don’t hurt yourself, honey. You act like I'm gonna disappear or somethin'."

Sebastian's left hand cupped your cheek. "This isn't a one-time thing, ya know. At least I don't want it to be. I meant what I said earlier. Those marks on your legs, doll? Yeah, I did that to claim you. I want you to be mine, sugar."

If you weren't so turned on his words would have made you cry. Taking a shaky breath you positioned him at your entrance. "I need this, Seb. Please…can I?"

He nodded and you let yourself begin to sink down onto him. 

He was the biggest you'd ever had, there was no doubt about that. His cock was gorgeous, well, all of Sebastian was, but his cock was so long and thick. Your eyes squinted shut, beginning to water as he stretched you.

"Y/N, baby, you're gonna hurt yourself."

You planted your hands on his chest and took a shaky breath. "No, I just… I need you to touch me…" You took his wrist and brought his hand to your clit. "Please…"

He began drawing loose circles, taking his time to prolong your pleasure, and a few minutes later you'd taken him to the hilt.

"Fuck, babydoll…," he moaned. "You're so damn tight."

For a few moments, you stayed still, allowing your body to get used to him. Finally, you carefully began to move, both of your cries echoing throughout the room.

"God, sweetheart, I can't believe how beautiful you look right now. Bouncin' up and down on my cock, fuck you're a dream come true."

You leaned forward, the new angle making you throw your head back in ecstasy as he hit your spot every time. 

"Oh, god… Sebastian! It's so good… feels so good! Fuck, baby… want you to make me cum. Want you to ruin me - f-fuck… oh, god… - and I-I wanna feel you cum."

His kiss was sloppy, his resolve fading fast from how good you felt.

"I'll give you what you want, princess. But first, I need you to give me one more. C'mon, sweet girl, I know you can do it. Wanna feel you squeeze me…"

He slapped your ass and you cried out, your third orgasm approaching fast. His fingertips dug into your skin as he fucked up into you fast and hard. You were sure everyone within a 5 block radius could hear you, but you couldn’t care less.

"Fuckin' do it, baby. That's right, yeah…there you go. Can feel you…this perfect fuckin' pussy gripping my cock. C'mon, Y/N, give me what I want. Be a good girl and make a mess. Make a fuckin' mess all over me, baby." 

The moment his right hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed the dam inside you broke. Your third orgasm hit you like a freight train, and if he didn't have a hold of your body, you'd have collapsed. You couldn't move, hell, you couldn't even remember your own name.

"Absolute perfection, Y/N. You did so well for me. C'mon, baby. Lemme bend you over my desk and fuck you full of my cum."

Sebastian had to practically carry you, but soon he had you bent over and spread wide for him. He entered you swiftly, the sudden intrusion making you gasp and claw at the desktop.

"Oh, Seb… baby, it's too much. Fuck, please… please!"

His right hand held your ass, spreading you wider so he could watch.

"Christ, doll. You hear how fuckin' wet you are? Wish you could see what I'm seein'. My cock filling you up over and over. God, baby I'm close…gonna fill you up. Fuck! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come! Shit, baby… AH FUCK!" 

He draped himself over you, his body trembling as he came down from his high. Once he was able to catch his breath he slowly pulled out and carried you to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"Y/N? You with me, sweetheart?"

He watched you nod and chuckled. "Gonna go get you some water, okay? I'll be right back."

A couple of minutes later he came back and knelt between your legs. "Here baby, drink this for me."

You took the cup and emptied it quickly, licking your now wet lips. "Thank you, Sebastian."

He smiled, "You don't have to thank me, honey. Oh, but you do have fifteen missed calls from Tiffany."

Your eyes shot open. "Shit! Fuck, she's probably worried sick! I told her I'd call her back in ten minutes and it's been… an hour and a half!"

He watched with amusement as you unlocked your phone and hit the call button next to her name, putting it on speaker.

It only rang twice, her worried voice filling his office.

"Oh, thank fuckin' god! I thought he murdered you, Y/N! I was just about to drive there an-"

You cut her off, "Babe, I'm fine. He um… we uhh… he's..."

Tiffany gasped. "Oh, my fucking god! He's there right now, isn't he?! You two fucked didn't you?"

Sebastian laughed and took the phone from your hand. "Yes, Tiffany, we did. Actually, we did a lot more than that. I'm sure the two of you will have a lot to talk about during your next girl's night."

She squealed, making you blush profusely. "I fucking knew it! Alright, you two. Listen up because I've got something to say to the both of you."

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Sebastian as he mirrored your expression. "Oh, yeah? We're listening."

She giggled and gave a relieved sigh. 

"It's about damn time!"

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[pedritapascal]

A good Agent, or a Good Fucker... to me

Chapter Two - Cutting the loose ends

Pedro Pascal's character - Dave York - [DY] The Protector 2 / Equalizer 2

Dave York x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

WARNINGS: {+18} Sex Language; SA; Fingers; Tongue; Nudity; Explicit Details; Oral Sex

A good Agent, or a Good Fucker... to me

It had been a few days since that ill-fated night when we lost Arjona, and even though we insisted on interrogating his security guard for hours on end, he wouldn't give us anything at all. Luckily, we managed to get him arrested for illegal possession of weapons, which would give us more time to get to Arjona.

Dave was as nervous as ever, I think the case was getting narrower than it should have been, and even so, I felt that on some days he acted better, acted like a human being in fact, taking me to a café every now and then when we had to stay up all night reading and re-reading piles of files and transcribed statements to catch something that might have slipped through.

I also noticed that Dave no longer answered his phone when Carol called, always leaving it on vibrate until it went to voicemail.

And on his finger, only the mark of his wedding ring...

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Two more weeks went by, questioning the security guard who ended up handing over three others who worked with Arjona...

But something still didn't add up, I already had the investigation picture etched in my mind, and I knew I had missed something, but what?

Dave had been quieter these last few days, always looking tired or worried, sometimes I felt sorry for him, I wanted to ask him what was going on... then I'd remember that I didn't care, and that he was an asshole, and the curiosity would wear off.

We didn't even talk about the kiss anymore, it was as if it had never existed, and so be it.

One more day in the office, locked in with Dave York snorting and nothing, that's when I decided to go through the folder from the interrogation of Arjona's security guard.

“ I FIND IT “ - I got up from my desk with a transcribed statement from Arjona's security guard and took it to Dave - “I knew he'd talked about this”

“ Where is it? ”

I threw the folder on his desk, pointed to the line already marked in yellow on the highlighter, sat down on the edge and read it to him while my finger followed the line.

“ Arjona was at a business meeting on February 9th in Seattle ”

“ Ta and what about it? ”

“ Don't you see? “ Going towards the investigation board - “On February 9, 4 women from Seattle disappeared, all with similar descriptions, we just need to link them to Arjona. Now here, in Ohio, in New York, all the dates match the fucking disappearance of women of their standard. This can't be a coincidence…”

“ Fuck “ - Dave banged on the table - “ We did it “

“ I did it, Dave…”

“ I thought we were a team” - Dave laughed - “ I'll give you credit this time Rookie, come on I'll get the warrant for Arjona tomorrow” - grabbing his suit

I preferred to ignore it and gather my things to leave too, it was already past two in the morning and the next day we'd have to be back at the office by 7.

Passing through the corridor, Agent Brown called Dave for a drink to round off the evening...

“ Come on Dave, you've only been working since you got back”

“ I can't make it today, I've got an unavoidable appointment…”

I pretended not to be listening, but WTF Dave have to do at two o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday? Not that I was interested, but... I'm a detective, right... and I'm very curious...

We got into the elevator and again I felt that tension...

“ Don't you want to know why I'm not drinking tonight?”

Sometimes I thought he could read my mind, but sometimes I was thankful that he couldn't, because every now and then I'd have thoughts that made me feel ashamed of myself...

“ Your private life doesn't interest me...agent”

Dave laughed, waving the car key around

“But since you want to tell me, go ahead, I seem to be your only friend…”

Dave shook a bunch of keys in his hands

“ I'm moving out”

Why was I happy with the news? I don't know, but I stopped myself.

“ Wow, good for you... so it's really over?”

“ Yes, it was already over, right? I was just putting off the inevitable? - Dave took a deep breath - Today I'll finish the last boxes…”

The elevator door opened in the garage

“ Good luck in your new life” - I said, heading towards my car, and Dave towards his.

“ And Rookie” - Dave called out to me, standing in front of his car - “Congratulations on today, you know, about the deposition…”

I just smiled and got in my car to go home.

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At seven in the morning we were already outside Lieutenant Jones' office with all the evidence needed for an arrest warrant for Arjona. It would take almost all day for everything to be approved, we couldn't go wrong, now it wasn't an ambush, we were really going to arrest him for having links to human trafficking.

We spent the day nervously waiting for the warrant to come through, and at times I struck up a conversation with Dave, trying to take my mind off the day...

“ Did you manage to finish your move yesterday?”

“ Yes, I didn't even sleep really, and finishing moving in the early hours of the morning was easy, you know... the girls”

“ Yes yes, did they react well to the divorce?”

“ I thought they'd take it worse, but not really... I just…” - Dave stopped talking, I could feel his eyes getting distant... - “I just didn't belong in that house anymore…”

I did want to ask him what had happened, but I felt so distant when I remembered what he had been through that I decided not to go into it.

“ It'll work out” - I whispered

“ Yes, it will” - Dave, with his super hearing, replied, heading for the door because there had been a knock.

“THE MANDATE, let's go.”

We had already bribed Arjona's security guard for his real address, because the one in the system was in an abandoned shed, and we offered to reduce the sentence for the information, but of course we wouldn't comply…

We were already in the car, it was close to eight in the evening when we rang the doorbell of Arjona's house... a huge fucking house, which probably cost millions…

“Yeah, trafficking women really pays” - Dave snorted, putting his hands on his hips

“ Man, it's amazing how you don't say a sentence right in life”...rolling his eyes

With the warrant and dozens of police officers surrounding the house, Arjona had little to do but give himself up, and he left in handcuffs, as he should have done.

That was it, that moment I wanted to live, that's why I came to the CIA.

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After leaving Arjona mouldering in the interrogation chair, saying that we'd be right back, but no, not until the next day, Dave asked me if I didn't want to celebrate by having a drink in the bar around the corner, where all the agents went, I'd been there twice before, nothing much, lots of people in suits in the same place, looking like that, nobody could tell if we were bankers, agents or lawyers...

But why not, I was ecstatic.

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We were on our third drink toasting Arjona's arrest, with our blazers off, him with his tie loosened, me with two buttons of my dress shirt open, some officers passing by and congratulating us on the arrest.

“ Wow, I haven't felt like this in a while” - Dave laughed as he took the last sip of his drink

“Like what? Like I've done something right in life, eh?”

“ Not dumb, free, and with a sense of accomplishment.”

“ That's why I joined the CIA, Dave, that's why I wanted to say no, but I'm proud of myself... of us, we did well!”

I knocked over his empty glass and finished my drink, ordering two more. I was already allowing myself to laugh for nothing, I wasn't drunk, far from it... but the joy of alcohol makes you, you know... connected.

“ You were a great Rookie, even the highlight of the mission for me was that day on watch…”

“ Wow, that day was terrible” - I smoothed my hair back - “We lost the guy”

“ And you kissed me” - Dave said as he picked up the drinks that the bartender had placed on the counter.

“ Huh? No sir, you kissed me, don't give me that…”

“Okay, I'll accept the blame because there wasn't much to do there”

“Actually, there was plenty to do there, Dave…”

“ Really?” - Dave bit the corner of his mouth

“No” - wide-eyed - “not the way you're thinking” - laughing

“Since I'm on my fourth drink, I'll allow myself a confession.”

“ Wow, confessions from Dave York, interesting”

“It's been over a year since I... you know…”

“I don't know, tell me…”

“I don't…” - Dave took a deep breath - “You know I was getting divorced, right, working on the case…” - Dave scratched his forehead, a little embarrassed...

“ I get it, Dave, so... for me it's been six months…”

“ Impossible” - Dave looked astonished - “In just the time I've been with you here, 4 agents have already tried to win you over…”

“I was focused, I wanted to join the CIA…”

A silence and that tension again, I decided to go to the bathroom, I needed to at least wet the back of my neck to see if it was really fire or the drink coming up... in the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror while wetting my hands and rubbing the back of my neck with the cold water... what was I doing?

Acting like a teenager, and especially with my work partner? But why had they put me with such a hot agent?

I ran a wet hand over my face and felt my cheeks burn as I remembered Dave sitting on the chair in those black dress pants that showed off his whole body...

Focus... I took a deep breath

As I left the bathroom to return to the bar, I bumped into Dave

“Hi... I was just coming back”

“Go on, I'll be right back”

The problem was that the space was too small for two people to pass at the same time, I tried to go when he tried to come and we were kind of close there, not close, but very close, I didn't feel anything but Dave's hands pulling me by the waist and the other on the back of my neck

“Fuck” - Dave whispered

Dave carried me backwards into the bathroom while he glued his mouth to mine, my arms still unresponsive, still down, I heard him kick the door shut with his foot and all I could say was

“Lock it…”

As Dave released me to lock the door, he stopped and asked

“Are you sure, Rookie?”

“Don't ask Dave…”

Dave pulled me to him by the hand, hugging me, his arms wrapped around my body and my mouth stuck to his, I felt one of his hands under my hair, guiding my head and the other hand going down to my ass and squeezing me against him, he gasped into my mouth and I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around his neck, I could feel his erection growing more and more as he pulled me and rubbed me against him.

His tongue played with mine and I felt him sucking me, playing with my tongue as I had done with him in that kiss in the car...

I took the hand he had on my ass and moved it up to the side of my chest. Dave moaned softly as I squeezed my left breast with his hand, teaching him exactly how I liked it done, biting his lower lip lightly as he smiled.

As our hands squeezed my left breast, I moaned softly and gasped into Dave's mouth...

He turned me around, reversing the positions we were in, his mouth leaving mine while he moved down to my neck, I moaned softly as I dug my nails into his back, Dave returned to my mouth, turned me around, my body against the door, and my face too, I felt him rubbing his erection against my ass, I felt his breath in my ear...

“I've been wanting to tell you for weeks," he said, brushing my hair away from my neck, "that your ass is incredible and that I even forget what I have to do when I see you standing there, looking at the picture," nibbling on my ear.

“And what stopped you from saying it?” I whispered as I pulled him tighter around my waist.

Dave rubbed his cock against my ass a few times and moaned low in my ear, he turned me around, hunting for my mouth, my right hand went down to his pants, while he opened the buttons of my shirt, my hands trembled trying to open his belt, then his pants, when I felt I could get my hand inside, I just slipped it in slowly, grabbing his cock, which I was feeling, thick, barely fitting in my closed hand, Dave moaned a little louder when he felt my touch. He rested his forehead on mine, his eyes closed... one arm resting on the door...

“I think... I have another confession... to make” - He moaned as I stroked his cock, slowly, up and down, still inside his briefs

“Another Dave York confession?” - Kissing his neck, running my tongue down to his ear and back...

“I... I…” - Dave moaned as I sped up my movements - “On the day...aaaarf”

“Yes, tell me” - holding my body to his so that my groin would help put pressure on my hand while I played with him.

“I... got home, and I couldn't resist... “- Dave gasped - “I had to... you know”

“You know what? You came thinking about me, didn't you?”

“Yes” - Dave put his mouth on mine and moaned

“And it was nice for you?”

“It was, but let's just say” - Dave pulled in a breath and threw his head back - “Let's just say that your hand is much better…” - holding me by the chin and moaning into my mouth...

“It's not just my hand that's good, Dave” - he finished unzipping his pants, pulling down his underpants a little

“No? You're not going to…”

When I pulled Dave's underpants down further, I felt his cock pop upwards, hitting his belly on top of his shirt, the red head completely wet with pre-cum, I spread it more with my thumb while Dave bit his own lips

“I think I'm the one who has a confession to make now…” I turned Dave around, leaning him against the door - “Ever since the day I felt your erection in that fight of ours, I've wanted to know what you tasted like…”

Dave just smiled as I bent down, I felt one of his hands gathering my hair, still holding his cock, I ran the tip of my tongue over the head, circled it again with my tongue now taking all of it, Dave moaned, I started to put it in my mouth carefully, each time I took it out of my mouth and back in, I swallowed a few more centimeters until I reached where my hand was, holding the base of his penis.

“Take your hand off Rookie, I want to see how far you can take it”

I just lowered my hands to his thighs and smiled, I've always loved a challenge, Dave pulled me by the hair I was holding, and took my head back, then shoved it back into my mouth, I felt the head hit the back of my throat, my eyes watered, Dave held me there for a few seconds while I moaned almost in supplication...

He pulled out of me again, as his cock came out of my mouth, I took the opportunity to play with my tongue, I could feel Dave's legs shaking with arousal as he moaned my name. For the first time... he was saying my name, he was moaning my name…

I let go of his hand, I didn't need him to guide me, I knew what I was doing, while I was making his cock disappear into my mouth, I heard Dave asking me to stop, because he couldn't take it... I kept going, I wanted to see that man cumming and calling my name, but Dave grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me off him, squeezing hard and lifting me up. Looking into my eyes.

“I told you to stop” - Dave said harshly through his teeth... does that mean he liked being obeyed? I'd love to play this game

Dave, still leaning against the door, turned me around and pressed me to his body while one of his hands opened the button of my pants. Dave quickly slid down my pants, reaching my panties. I threw my head back against his chest and spread my legs a little wider. Dave barely slipped one of his fingers into my pussy and moaned in my ear.

“Wow, you're so wet, it's delicious." Slipping another of his thick fingers inside me, reaching my clit now and making small circles, right where my vibrator touched when I thought of him, I moaned his name quietly.

“Dave…”

“Princess, there's something vibrating in you and it's not me”

“My phone... Don't you dare stop…”

I reached for my phone in my back pocket, five missed calls, how the hell did I not feel that?

"Okay” - trying to keep my breathing normal, while Dave circled my clit and then moved his finger down and back up to my clit, while kissing my neck - HOW IS HE GOING TO PAY THE BAIL??” - I slapped Dave's hand to get him to stop and take his hand away... - “We're coming back..."

“FUCK!!!” - I exclaimed as I zipped up my pants - “Arjona is asking for the right to bail and that it doesn't matter how much it is, he'll pay it, come on…”

“Really?”  Dave used to put his hands on his waist when he got nervous...

“YEP”  - closing the buttons of my blouse, I saw Dave gasp with disappointment as he got ready to leave...

Before opening the door, Dave looked at me for a few seconds, pulled me to him, causing me to let out a low squeal, then pressed his mouth to mine in a kiss while my hands rested on his chest...

“Now we can go, princess…”

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Chapter Three - You Can't Handle The Truth

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[nujins]

must be destiny [ ji changmin/q ] teaser

synopsis: you're sunwoo's younger cousin that just moved in with him and his family in seoul after an event that forced you out of your own home. after he lets you tag along with him on one of his hangouts with his friends, you find yourself becoming intrigued with a certain bright-eyed boy named changmin. little do you know, you've been in his radar for a while, and that this fateful chance was a sign for him that you were his long-lost "the one".

pairing: non!idol ji changmin (q) x non!idol fem!reader

warnings: cursing, suicidal jokes (it's very vague though)

taglist: open!... @inthesunnn @kyusqult @rksbae @deobiforever (if bold and italicized, the user cannot be tagged)

"Sunwoo, I'm going to die of boredom."

Your cousin rolled his eyes at your whining, pretty convinced that they might as well come out of his sockets at how much he's done it in the past hour. Truth be told, thanks to your constant comments and mindless rambling, he doesn't even remember a time when he didn't go through an entire day without rolling his eyes because of something you might've said or done.

"Then perish."

You huff, sitting up from your position slumped over the edge of your cousin's bed, having made a home within the comforts of his room, no matter how much he hated the idea that someone else was inside it, much less pestering him to no end. "Tried that, look where I am now."

Sunwoo turns his swivel chair towards your direction, "Annoying the shit out of me?"

"I don't know about you but I think that's my calling," You grin cheekily. He doesn't seem very amused when he rolled his eyes at your antics.

You were keeping count of his eye-rolling habits; that recent one he just did was the 87th... since half an hour ago.

He suddenly stands up, reaching for his phone which had just vibrated on his studying desk. The screen lit up and you noted how the corner of your cousin's lips lifted in the slightest.

You craned your neck, "Is that Chanhee?"

"Yeah, sure..." He typed something on his phone, probably replying to the text, before clicking the power button and reaching over to knock your head with it. "And call him 'oppa', alright? He's older than you, and it's disrespectful not to."

Still hissing at the thump you'd just received, you glared at the boy, now already preoccupied with his phone again, "He told me not to, dickhead. Besides, it's weird, I never call anyone that."

"That's because you're a brat."

"I never even call you that! And you're like, I don't know, 60-something?"

Sunwoo fake-gasps, lifting his gaze from the device in his hands and towards his cousin, expression filled with exaggerated offense, "I'm literally a year older than you!"

Dropping back onto his bed, you sigh dramatically, "It seems like only yesterday you were developing scoliosis, old man. Time does fly. Now you're having delusions."

Rolling his eyes (for the 88th time! Wow, he's setting records), he sends you a middle finger before ruffling his hair and putting on a cap he took from beside his mirror. It's not until he started heading towards the door did you start piecing two and two together.

Driven by curiosity (because it's not like you care whether he was gonna leave you alone or anything like that), you prop yourself up on your arms, "Where're you going?"

"Out."

His answer was clipped. Short, you decided, too short. So he wasn't just going out, he was going to be with someone else, or maybe other people, if he had any friends besides Chanhee.

You hum, but remain unsatisfied, "Alright. Out where?"

"None of your business, nosy," He retorts, before opening the door and shutting it behind him in a hurry.

Really, he shouldn't have been too sure that you were just going to leave it at that. Especially because aside from your stubborn inquisitiveness, you also had a knack for taking people by surprise.

"Oh so you're going to be with your hypothetical friends, then."

He's never jumped so high out of fright before when your voice interrupts his silent journey down the stairs. He was certain he would've fallen down all the remaining eight flights if you hadn't grabbed a hold of his hoodie.

Swiveling to seethe at you, Sunwoo was only met with genuine interest present on your features. Even so, he was annoyed. Annoyed and just recently recovering from a near heart attack. "What the fuck, Y/N!?"

You grinned, "Hm, you're not denying it."

"Jesus Christ, don't creep up on people for stupid shit!" He nearly yells, but remembers that it was a weekend so his mom was at home, busying herself in the kitchen. "Yes, I'm going out, and I have friends, they're not "hypothetical" or some shit."

"You say shit a lot," You note, teasingly, but cut him off once he started to fume and open his mouth to tell you off again. "I wanna come with."

There was a short silence before he turns, decides, and start walking away, "No."

"But—"

"No "but's", nosy, you're not coming with me to watch sweaty ass men play basketball," The two of your reach the kitchen where your aunt, Sunwoo's mother, was already waiting as she busied herself with the dishes she was preparing for dinner.

You let out a triumphant 'Aha!' as your cousin opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, "You're going out to play basketball! That's great, I love basketball!"

Sunwoo sends you a flat look, taking a big gulp from his bottle before replying, "Be for real, Y/N. You've always said you hated it since we were kids."

"Maybe I had a change of heart!"

"You're literally a magnet for loose balls, dude, didn't you get hit with a ball five times in just one quarter?"

"I want to spend some quality time with my beloved cousin...?" You try again.

He rolls his eyes, "If you don't stop—"

"Kim Sunwoo," You could hear the warning in your aunt's voice as she cuts him off with his name. Turning to the woman, her firm grip on the spatula and the sharp look she was giving her son was probably enough to convince the boy. "Take your cousin out with you to have fun. Didn't you hear she wants to spend time with you?"

"But she doesn't, Mom," He tries to appeal, vexed by the fact that his mother couldn't even see how conniving your smile has become and how mischief was practically written on your face. "She's just going to annoy me and my friends!"

Your aunt tutted, "No more excuses, young man, you two head out now. There's visitors coming."

"Oh, I see. That's why you want us out now, huh?" It was getting increasingly hard not to laugh at Sunwoo's disbelieving and betrayed tone.

She rolled her eyes and just shooed you both, "Enough blabbing, go! Stay out until 10 to 10:30ish, okay?"

At least now you knew where Sunwoo got his attitude from.

"You know, mothers usually take the responsible road and act a bit more parent-like with their children and nieces."

The woman only smiled sickeningly saccharine, "How fortunate that you landed on someone like me, ain't it?"

It's only then that you realize how she had already pushed you both out of the kitchen. As your aunt returns back to cooking, you and your cousin turn to each other, expressions highly contrasting.

As exasperated as someone could get, Sunwoo sighs reluctantly, "Have you got your stuff?"

You raise your phone with a wide grin, more enthusiastic about going out to meet new people than the boy before you, "This is all I need."

"... Fine." Too bemused of the situation to say anything else, he starts to lead the way out of the house and toward the start of something (or someone) you yourself didn't even know how you got into.

author's note: hi guys! sorry it took so long to update, i'm swarmed with school works and club activities as it is nearing the end of the school year. i hope this teaser suffices 🙏🏼 yes, changmin hasn't made an appearance, yes you can boo me for that, but i wanted to show y/n's dynamic with her cousin first and foremost because i'm a sucker for familial relationships between characters. prologue will hopefully be posted soon if i have time to rewrite the whole thing so until then, you can go and make requests for any tbz, zb1, en-, lesserafim, & aespa members you want! my asks are open :) hope you enjoyed reading this, and stay tuned!

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[agent-starbuck]

Jamestown, North Dakota

{REPOST} My first challenge! This fic holds a special place in my heart because I used to spend my summers in ND. I had to do some research on Sioux indian folklore, so I hope it's accurate enough. Thanks to @viceversawrites for beta'ing it and creating this challenge!

Mulder comforts Scully with a surprise picnic under the stars after a particularly difficult case in North Dakota.

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He's been at the Stutsman County Sheriff's Office since seven o'clock this morning, sifting through piles of evidence and paperwork and following up on leads that have gotten him nothing. Nowhere. 

The dizzying flicker of overhead lights, along with the smell of old coffee and cigarettes, makes his head throb. He rubs incessantly at his temples with the pads of his fingers, willing the pain to subside.

He's not surprised that it doesn't.

He closes his eyes, wincing, as pictures of young girls' mutilated bodies burn into his retinas like a phosphorescent afterimage. He'll have to remember not to sleep tonight. 

The familiar ring of his cell phone pierces through his frazzled brain, and he scrambles across the desk to grab it, spilling a cup of water on his lap in the process.

"Mul-- shit. Mulder," he answers as he dabs at the wet spot with an old napkin that had been hanging around since lunch earlier.

"Mulder, are you ready to come get me? It's nearly nine o'clock. I feel like I've been at this for days, and I don't know if I can stomach another autopsy tonight."

Guilt prickles at his conscience like a cold, jarring rain. He feels like such an ass. Here he was feeling sorry for himself because he was stuck examining those grisly photos strewn across his makeshift desk all day, when it was Scully who had to face the horrors up close and personal. 

He doesn't know how she does it, case after case. 

"Of course," he replies. "Lemme just wrap this up, and I'll be there in ten."

His egress is swift. He stops only to stuff folders into his briefcase and clean up his mess before grabbing his jacket, and pushing his way through heavy steel doors to freedom. A warm, gentle breeze greets him on the other side, seeping into his bones and calming his weary soul.

It's dusk, now. 

Bands of colorful light stubbornly cling to the remnants of sunshine as they disappear behind the horizon-- caught in limbo between earth and sky-- waiting their turn to be swallowed by the darkness. Day and night locked in an endless battle for time and space.

The sky seems so much bigger in North Dakota. More so than any other state he's been to. Its awe-inspiring presence towers over everything, claiming dominion over the land and making anything tethered to the earth seem infinitesimally small. 

That's why he likes it out here. Back home, people call him a weirdo for always staring at the heavens. Here, it's impossible not to.

Here, the heavens stare at you. 

•••••

The radio station spits and crackles half a country song through the speakers before Scully reaches to turn it off with a sigh, bathing the car in empty silence. The cabin of the car vibrates as the tires beat a path through dusty, gravel backroads to their motel outside town.

They've had to wash the car three times since arriving here.

"You wanna eat at that truck stop diner before we reach the motel? The one with the really good curly fries?" He sends the question out into the void, his stomach growling for attention.

"No. I just want a hot bath and a bed." 

He steals a glance in her direction. Her wistful gaze is fixed upon the slideshow flicker of moonlit prairieland streaming past her window. She seems upset. He thinks he knows why.

"Look, Scully… this case. I know it's hard. I know what you're going through."

"Do you, Mulder?" she quips. "Do you, really?" She's turned to look at him now, her pointed stare cutting through him like a stone-sharp arrow.

"I think so," he says hesitantly. "This is probably one of the worst cases we've been on."

"Yeah…" she scoffs then looks away, as if composing her thoughts, before continuing.

"I spent my entire day cutting open the corpses of young, innocent girls whose families may never get the privilege of knowing or understanding what happened to them," she starts, her voice straining against the overwhelming emotion bleeding through.

"I had to speak with the families-- mothers and fathers and elder tribal leaders-- to convince them I needed to conduct these autopsies to find answers. That there was no other way," her voice begins to waver, and his stomach clinches at the sound of her holding back tears. "And I tried to do it with dignity, Mulder. I did."

He represses the urge to reach over and gather her small hand in his, unsure if now is the right time, if she'd at all be receptive to it. His fingers almost make the journey across the console before her voice startles them back.

"I fought this entire day with local law enforcement and coroners who treated these victims and their families like castaways. Who didn't think they warranted the kind of comprehensive investigation needed to solve this case because they lived on an indian reservation. Because they weren't white."

"I'm so sorry, Scully," he whispers, waging an internal struggle within himself, deciding whether or not to stop the car, to pull her into his arms, before ultimately choosing against it. They're almost at the motel. And he doesn't trust himself not to let things get too far. 

"I had no idea you had to go through that today. If I'd known..."

"There wasn't anything that you could've done, Mulder," she says defeatedly. "I guess… I'm just tired. I really just want to go to bed and forget it."

He understands, he does. He wants the same. Except he can't face that empty motel room of his alone. 

They pull into the parking lot and he kills the engine. The vibrations from their rough journey still linger throughout his body, his ears buzzing in the silence, and he waits.

"You, um, wanna come in-- over? To my room?" His voice is fraught with nervous anticipation-- a teenager asking his crush to prom.

"Mulder-- I… I don't think it's a good idea. We're on a case, and we decided to stay in our respective rooms. Remember?"

He remembers. His selective memory is just having a difficult time remembering why he'd agreed to it. Especially now when all he wants to do is gather her in his arms and make her forget this day ever happened. 

He wants to forget.

Continue...

#x files #msr #mulder and scully #xfiles #the x files #xf fanfic #the xfiles #msr fanfic #fanfic #50 states #mine #a bad fic now that a reread it but whatever #i guess its out there now so whatever

[wolfiemcwolferson]

Your version if Maxiel is my fave ever I miss them

Hi Anon,

Spoilers for Blue Neighbourhood verse:

Our boys got engaged in The Blue Neighbourhood verse recently and I've written a little thing about it. (Y'all really didn't think I'd deprive you of this did you?) ((CW for mentions of death)) ((( Really starting to toy with the idea of throwing all of these into a "drabble" fic at the end of TBN series for you all, please let me know if that's something you guys would like.)))

The rings look simple. Silver with a thread of gold through the middle. Rustic, Michelle had called them when she went with Max to pick them up from the jewelers.

They do look rustic, but he knows they're perfect. Charles had assured him that they were perfect and...well, Pierre had said it was morbid, but he had said it gently and non-judgmentally so Max was letting it go.

It's tonight. He's going to ask him tonight and he can't help but pull them out of his desk drawer every few minutes and look at them, run his fingers over them gently.

Daniel is expecting it on New Year's since Max had made a big deal about them leaving their plans open. Of course, Max does have a plan for that, but it's not this.

The only person who knows it's tonight is George (and by extension Alex, but he's not mentioned it so Max is assuming they're doing that respectful thing where they pretend that the other person doesn't know things because of partner privilege or whatever).

It's tonight.

.

So, really. He might should have planned something bigger when he sits down and thinks about it. Like, really. He should have. Taken him to Vancouver or allowed Lance to book them something ridiculous and over the top.

Daniel deserves the world and Max asking him to marry him in this pizza place, just doesn't seem big enough somehow, and he -

Danny pulls up and Daniel can see his smile through the windshield of his Jeep, waving and happy. He's always so so happy to see Max and Max knows that this is right. The place they sat down together and plotted out a way to move to Denver after Max finished school. The place they always go back to even after they moved across town.

"Ya didn't have to wait on me, Maxy." Daniel says, walking over to him, bouncing a little bit to warm himself up - jacket discarded in the car like an idiot.

Max pulls his hand out of his pocket, careful not to jostle the ring box too much, and holds it out to Danny, grasping his hand and bringing it up to press a kiss to his freezing fingertips. "Always waiting on you."

Daniel pulls his hand back, but steps into Max's space, tilting his lips up to kiss him. "But we could have pizza right now instead of still standing on the sidewalk like idiots."

Max huffs, pulling him along and into the warmth of the building. It's a shabby place, booths of cracked plastic and low light due to the stained glass lamps hanging above every table. The place smells like bread and melty cheese and something that can really only be described as burnt, but it's damn good and it's always packed.

Max didn't do anything obvious like call ahead, so they have to stand in the doorway for 20 minutes, turning into each other and laughing every time the door opens and a gush of air whirls in around them. "Fuck, it's cold." Daniel whines, putting his head on Max's shoulder. "And don't say anything about my coat."

Max just wraps one arm around his waist, kissing his head. He loves him. He's going to marry him.

They get a booth in the back room, Max taking his coat off now that they're warm-ish and throwing it into the booth before they sit down. Daniel orders them a pizza and a salad and two coke's and Max feels like he's vibrating out of his skin. He knows Daniel will say yes. Of course, Daniel will say yes.

"You good?" Daniel asks him, head tilted.

Max taps his head and nods. A show that he's just thinking about things. Daniel lets it go and starts to talk instead.

Max should have...done more. He should have made this a whole ordeal with flowers and family. Their salad comes and Daniel starts pushing all the purple onions over to Max's side of the plate while he continues talking and only stops his story to offer Max a paper napkin and a fork.

Daniel smiles at him, teeth on display, "Hey," he whispers, leaning in like they're sharing a secret. "I love you, Maxy. Thanks for suggesting this tonight. I...needed it."

Max...Max dives for his coat, extracting the ring from his pocket as quickly as he can, setting it beside the salad plate, eyes set on Daniel's face as the smile slips away.

"Max -" Daniel says his name firmly.

Max kind of nudges the box towards him and Daniel reaches out for it, hand trembling.

"I cannot believe you -" Daniel picks up the box, popping the lid, staring at the two rings before flicking his gaze up at Max. "I assumed New Year's."

"I know." Max nods.

Max can hear how carefully Daniel is speaking. "This is the place you told me you wanted to move to Denver."

"And now it's the place where I'm asking you to marry me."

Daniel smiles, passing the box back over the table, "Ask me then."

Max clears his throat, making a show of sliding the salad plate out of the way, leaning over the table as far as he can. He picks Daniel's ring up and holds it up. "I'll save the poetry for the wedding vows, but you have to know that it's been you and it'll always be you. Fate might have brought you to me, but you and I keep picking each other and I mean to do that every single day for the rest of my life."

He holds the ring out.

"That's still not a question, Maxy."

Max groans and puts his forehead directly on the table, revelling in the way Danny laughs, but when he sits back up he asks, "Will you marry me, Daniel?"

"You fucking bet I will." Danny says gently, holding his hand out for the ring.

Max is sliding it on when their server tries to bring their pizza and Daniel puts his arms across the table, "Jess, darling." He says. "You need to go put that in a box. We'll be up to pay our check, but this idiot just asked me to marry him and we have to go."

"Danny!" Max laughs, but Daniel shrugs and then he leans all the way over the table and kisses Max breathless.

"I love you forever." He says when he pulls away. "I love you forever."

.

They don't pay for the pizza (because it turns out getting engaged in a restaurant makes people mushy) and they end up having to part at their cars to drive home even though Danny gets a little teary about it and they eat cold pizza in bites of one or two at a time between the two hours of phone calls they make when they get back to their apartment.

Max had...thought this might go differently. More time to relax into each other, maybe? Less time promising everyone they've ever met that they will not elope and will have a wedding and yes, they love them too.

Daniel is stretched out on his chest, left hands clasped out to the side. Max can see he's staring at them.

He muscles his way into a sitting position - jostling Max nearly to death.

"Ok," he demands, tapping a finger on his ring. "There's something wildly romantic about this. So. Out with it."

Max doesn't know quite how to tell him this - perhaps should have saved it for a wedding ring - should have given Danny time to prepare or say no.

Max picks up Danny's hand from his chest, kissing the ring, chest full of so much love and devotion that he thinks it might actually kill him. "The gold. I got it from Charles."

"From Charles?" Daniel's voice goes high in question.

Max kisses his ring knuckle. "The chain from - the chain from the necklace Jules wore. His mom had it melted down and she gave it to Charles to use for anything he wanted and we -"

Daniel rips his hand away from Max's so he can cover his face, whole body shaking.

Max has to really muscle them around so he can sit up and hold Daniel to his chest. "I just thought...we always say that he's the person who brought you to me so it felt -"

"You're literally the worst, most romantic, awful man that has ever existed and I love you so much."

Max has to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from laughing. "I know, schatzi."

"Who gave you the right?" Daniel heaves, pressing himself into Max as far as he can.

"I think you did actually. When you tried to propose to me in the middle of Arizona."

Daniel starts shaking in laughter now. "I love you so much, oh my god. I planned on sex, but now I'm snotty."

Max cups Daniel's face in his hands, pulling it up so he can look at him. "I love you. I'm so happy, Danny. I'm so happy you just have no idea."

"I do have an idea actually." Danny sniffs. "Ok, there will still be sex. Because you only get engaged once and I'd like that, so to the bedroom, Mr. Verstappen-Ricciardo."

Max's chest clenches, but he's trying to shuffle Daniel back far enough on his knees so he can stand up with him from the couch.

"I was just trying that out, but damn that sounds good. Or should be go Ricciardo-Verstappen? Do you think it matters?"

"Actually," Max clears his throat and then grunts, picking Daniel up. "I was thinking we would just go with...Ricciardo." Daniel unwraps his legs from Max's waist and he drops down to the ground.

It's silent. Max isn't looking at him. Daniel cups his face now, forcing him to look at his face. "I'm going to love you forever." Daniel says it slowly - making sure Max hears each syllable.

Yeah, they're going to do this forever.

#tiredtiredsharl #the blue neighbourhood #maxiel #they're engaged everybody scream

[bultaoreunheyyy]

Hiii I see you're taking Hobi prompts :D could you write a fic on Hoseok drinking too much coffee and the extra caffeine upsets his stomach?? (Doesn't have to have to have vomit if ur not comfortable)

Title: No More Coffee

Word Count: 1557

A/N: Thanks for the prompt! This honestly wrote itself. I’m shocked that I was inspired by this so quickly haha.

No vomiting, just an upset stomach.

Unedited so sorry for any typos.

Tired as fuck.

That’s exactly how Hoseok feels when he wakes up on Thursday morning, heart pounding in response to the loud blaring of his phone alarm– no matter which setting he uses between a sound or vibrate, it never fails to scare the absolute shit out of him every single morning.

Hoseok drags himself out of bed and out to his kitchen, where he starts his coffee maker with his eyes practically closed, still half asleep and feeling like absolute shit. Leaning against the counter while he waits for coffee, he yawns, then digs the heel of his hand into his eyes to clear the grittiness there. Once the coffee is done he pours it over ice and gulps it down, then starts a new cup so he’ll have something to take to work with him later. The first cup of liquid caffeine in his system is enough to get him through a shower and getting dressed, and by the time he walks out the door he’s two cups of coffee deep and working his way through a third. 

Work goes by both too slowly and very fast, dragging and dragging on until it’s suddenly well past lunchtime and his stomach is grumbling loudly with hunger. He hasn’t eaten anything yet, but he’s tempted to just have something delivered, from some place that also has coffee because he’s still super tired. He’s too lazy to actually place an order, though, and he gets sucked back into his work before he realizes what’s happening. 

It’s around 2 p.m. when his phone buzzes loudly, startling him badly enough that he accidentally knocks his phone off his desk and onto the floor. After he retrieves his phone, he stretches his arms above his head and then cracks his back– he’s definitely been sitting for too long, and with terrible posture, apparently, because everything is on the edge of feeling sore, especially his neck and his wrists.

His phone buzzes again and he looks down to see two text messages from Jungkook. 

hyung

come to my house and hang out with me

Hoseok rubs his burning eyes and blinks a few times. He’s a little surprised that Jungkook is texting him. Jungkook never texts him. He starts to type back a quick response turning Jungkook down, but then Jungkook sends a third text, a few emojis that make Hoseok smile fondly and reconsider.

Okay, Jungkookie, he texts back. I’ll come over

He stops to buy himself another iced coffee on the way over, slurping half of it up before he even gets to Jungkook’s place. Jungkook wraps him up in a big hug the second he walks through the door, burying his face in Hoseok’s neck and not so subtly sniffing him in a familiar, if odd, greeting. Jungkook’s nose moving against Hoseok’s neck and the little accompanying puffs of air are ticklish, and he giggles, flinching away even as Jungkook hugs him tighter to keep him in place.

“Mmm,” Jungkook hums against his shoulder. “You smell so good.” He draws in a long, deep breath through his nose, then sighs contentedly, 

“Thanks,” Hoseok chuckles, finally freeing himself from Jungkook’s grasp. “You smell good too, Jungkookie.” 

Jungkook looks very pleased at his comment, and he tugs Hoseok into the living room, pushing him in the direction of the couch and turning on some music. It isn’t until Hoseok is settled on the couch that it hits him– the uneasy, uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach that comes with no food and too much coffee. He swallows thickly and puts a hand on his stomach, grimacing as he thinks about how terrible of an idea it was to skip both lunch and breakfast today.

“Hyung?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide, fixed on Hoseok’s face. “Are you okay? You look…pale?” 

Jungkook sounds a bit unsure, but his expression is one of alarm. He reaches over, pressing the palm of his hand to Hoseok’s forehead, and Hoseok can’t help but smile because it’s exactly what Yoongi would do, the way Yoongi would do it, if he were here. Clearly, Jungkook has been picking up habits from his hyungs over the years. Even down to the way Jungkook slides his hand down to Hoseok’s cheek after a moment, frowning deeply, reminds Hoseok exactly of Yoongi.

“You don’t feel warm,” Jungkook announces. “But you really don’t look good.”

“I’m okay, Kookie,” Hoseok sighs. “It’s just my stomach. Too much caffeine, I think.”

As he says it, he rubs his stomach, and Jungkook’s eyes follow his hand. After a couple of seconds, Jungkook tilts his head to the side.

“I’ll make you something to eat,” he says, mouth twisting up on one side as he thinks. “Yeah, something simple, to settle your stomach. Would that– is that okay?”

The thought of eating something right now makes Hoseok feel nauseous, but he nods, because he really, really needs to get some food in his stomach before things get worse.

“I’ve been cooking a lot these days, hyung,” Jungkook makes his way to the kitchen. “When you’re feeling better, I’ll have to cook you a good perilla oil makguksu recipe I made recently. Ah, it was so good, hyung!” 

Hoseok laughs when Jungkook immediately goes into detail about the recipe, listing the ingredients and then giving step-by-step directions even as he starts making something else. Listening to Jungkook talk about cooking is a good distraction– as he talks, Hoseok closes his eyes and leans his head back, focusing on Jungkook’s voice. 

“Here, hyung,” Jungkook says, suddenly standing right in front of him. Hoseok flushes in embarrassment at the way he jumps in surprise, but Jungkook doesn’t even seem to notice, placing a steaming mug in front of him. “Peppermint tea,” he explains before returning to his task in the kitchen.

Hoseok is touched at the gesture. He picks up the mug, groaning when leaning forward to do so makes his stomach ache, and sips on the tea with one arm wrapped tightly around his midsection. 

Jungkook brings the food over to the coffee table soon after, setting it down in front of Hoseok. It’s simple– some plain rice and a sliced up apple, but it’s perfect and something he’s actually going to be able to eat right now. He thanks Jungkook, whose own plate is filled with some fancy-looking assortment that looks to be a ramen-fried rice hybrid dish, and it’s spicy by the smell of it. Before Jungkook starts eating, he watches Hoseok, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Let’s get some food in there,” he says softly, reaching over to pat Hoseok’s stomach. “No more coffee for a week, hyung.”  

Hoseok snorts out a laugh and picks up an apple slice. “Yeah, right. I need my coffee.” 

Jungkook frowns and crosses his arms. “No.”

Raising his eyebrows, Hoseok starts to eat. He chews on the apple slice and returns a hand to his stomach– it gives an angry gurgle as soon as there’s food in his mouth, and he’s not sure if it’s a good sign or not. After he swallows, Jungkook is still looking at him with a frown on his face, his own food untouched. 

“Eat, Kookie,” he laughs, and Jungkook picks up his chopsticks, still frowning. He takes a giant bite of his food and then glances sideways at Hoseok, nose scrunched up. 

“Don’t be mad at me,” Hoseok pouts. “I’m not giving up coffee.” 

“Fine,” Jungkook says around a mouthful of food. He looks angry and Hoseok honestly can’t tell if he truly is or if he’s just enjoying his meal. He swallows and then his expression softens. “Fine, hyung. But you have to remember to eat. No more coffee on an empty stomach.” 

“God, you sound just like Jinnie-hyung,” Hoseok laughs. He eats a bite of rice, one hand absently moving back and forth over his stomach. There’s still pain, but the half-cup of peppermint tea and the bites of apple he’s already had seem to be settling it already. He takes another bit of rice and reaches over to ruffle Jungkook’s hair.

“Hy-ung,” Jungkook whines, but there’s a smile threatening to appear on his lips as he shovels more food into his mouth. 

After they’re both done eating, Hoseok stretches out on the couch with his head on Jungkook’s lap, his stomach noisy but much more content now that there’s food in there. Jungkook turns the TV on, giggling madly as he explains some funny compilation on YouTube he found that they have to watch.

“Thanks, Kookie,” Hoseok says after a while, when they’re four compilations deep and Jungkook is worn out from laughing so hard. 

“Do you feel better?” Jungkook asks, reaching over to pat Hoseok lightly on the stomach.

“Mmhmm,” Hoseok hums, rolling onto his side. He keeps his head on Jungkook’s thigh and Jungkook keeps his hand there, resting his arm across Hoseok’s side so his hand is splayed out over Hoseok’s tummy, a protective barrier. “Much better.”

“Good,” Jungkook nods. Then, he looks down when Hoseok yawns sleepily. “You can sleep, hyung,” he whispers.

“Or, I could find some caffeine to help keep me awake. I could really go for an iced Americano right now,” Hoseok jokes, and it’s totally worth the light smack that he gets to his upper arm and the dramatic gasp that follows.

“Hyung!!” 

#sick hoseok #caretaker jungkook #upset stomach #sickfic

[gabessquishytum]

Hold on I have a little more.

I think Hob would try to keep teaching as long as he can after he gets pregnant. But oh, it's so hard. He wants Dream all the time. With the baggy jumpers to hide the bump now also come loose trousers to hide his erections at least a little, maybe even a little padding in his underwear for when he comes in his pants. Which he does, because he can't go through a day of lectures without Dream. He has to summon his husband and Dream is eager to get him off, which often has to happen... covertly.

Dream has to hide under Hob's desk as he lectures and get him off by mouthing his cock with Hob's pants still on. He has to sit beside him while Hob listens to a guest lecturer or something like that and discreetely palm him to orgasm. Dream has to sit in the girst row of seats, everyone else sits from the fourth row up anyway, and whisper to Hob what he'll do to him, maybe even put his fingers in his mouth or lean a little out of his seat so Hob can see he's touching himself, to give Hob a visual.

And of course Dream has to fuck him senseless in his office every break, during office hours, any free time Hob gets he needs Dream, but they have to be quiet of course... Dream is already turned on enough by the fact that Hob's students near-unanimously desire him carnally, but they also feel affection for him! imagine being Hob's sugar kid or just the lucky young person to fetch the attention of this older man and actually marry him!

The horror! So Dream doesn't go very easy on Hob. People can't just go around fantasising about his pregnant husband, doesn't matter that they don't know he's either of those things! So if Hob finishes office hours every time with a little (huge) hickey on his neck, teeth marks, come on his clothes, sweaty like he's run a marathon... well Dream just pretends that's an accident, he got carried away, won't happen again! (it will. he'll make Hob scream while he knows there's a queue of students outside the door, half of them fantasising like "I'll do anything for a good grade, Professor!")

And Dream does try to come every time Hob calls, but there's nothing for it: some of his work is in the Dreaming, period. So he gets Hob a vibrating anal plug, or maybe one of those fleshlights that not so much vibrate but massage really intensely, remote-activated of course, which Dream abuses awfully to Hob's immense delight and great difficulty hiding he's being remotely fucked and repeatedly coming in his pants while giving a lecture on the history of printing in England.

-PA

I'm swooning!!! Let me tell you, I was a uni student for 4 years and if Hob had been my teacher I would have been the thirstiest bitch in town. Our department was full of crusty men tho lol. ANYWAY yes Dream being the sneaky possessive husband and making sure Hob looks well fucked 24/7? Gold dust. I also just think that Hob teaching while carrying their baby is just very cute for some reason??? I'm just so soft for them in general I think gfdghhd <3 give the silly centennial boyfriends a baby pls.

#PA anon #dreamling #cw pregnancy #the sandman #nsft

[mylovley]

I wish I could've told you.

WARNING: angsty, death, sad, you die and bakugou finds you.

Bakugou could almost never express his emotions unless it was in anger format. So, when he realized he loved you all he could do was show it through cuss words and death threats.

You didn't mind though, or at least you thought you didn't. "That's just how he is." you'd tell yourself. But it still hurt.

This day in particular had been excruciatingly long. First school, then training. You decided to train with bakugou today since you wanted to observe him more. He was so beautiful. You accidentally stumbled and tripped both you and him in the process. The 'villain' robot now escaping.

"what the fuck was that!?" Bakugou barks at you.

"Ugh sorry I guess I got my footing wro-"

"Yeah you better be fucking sorry! Now the shitty robot got away!"you cast your gaze to the floor, feeling weak and useless after today's horrible events so far, and now? Now your crush, someone whom you would take a bullet for, is yelling at you. But he didn't feel the same so it was fine, right?

you go to speak up, voice slightly shaky when he interrupts you "How the fuck are you supposed to be a fucking hero if you cant even get a fucking grip and catch one shitty fucking robot!?"

"I-"

'Is she about to cry?' he thinks. He wants to comfort you but doesn't know how, so what comes out of his mouth is "Stop being so fucking pathetic and pull yourself together. Or get out." he didn't want to see you cry.

"okay, im sorry." you say, voice vibrating. Light tears spilling down your cheeks. 'why am I such a fucking baby' you think 'he does this every day why is today different'

this day had been horrible, and now as you walk to the dorms, the orange street lights highlighting your wet cheeks and tiered eyes, the containers for the food you had bought for your friends as a surprise slipped out of your hands and fell to the ground in a soupy pile.

You stare at the pile of now spilled miso soup and soba noodles, and everything just broke.

the pent up frustration with you, bakugou, past stresses, helplessness, and others crashed down on you at once.

"why cant I do anything right?" you cry in your hands, knees slowly buckling from the exhaustion mixed with the intense emotions of your own shitty life. "hes right. I would be a shitty hero." you say to yourself through muffled cries.

getting up, you run to the dorms. Whipping off your tears with your sleve while doing so. Sweater slightly smelling of the spilled miso soup. You open the door to see your classmates gathered around the shared TV, laughing, having fun with a box of pizza. All without you.

This only made it worse.

You run up to your dorm, the footsteps catching the attention of a certain red eyed blond on the way.

You reach your room and close the door behind, falling against it in your teary state. The world felt like it was crashing. Were you being over dramatic? you thought. You didn't know. But one thing you did know is that you couldn't let the feeling continue. This pain had been enough. Today was only the breaking point. The past years had been the build up.

in this moment you decided you had enough. Spotting the full bottle of Ibuprofen sitting neatly on your desk, homework still scattered around from the night before. The only light on being your lamp. You get up and grab the bottle, and without anymore thought you take all of them. body slowly going limp. within your last minutes alive you think of bakugou. His hair, his power, is faults which he refused to show but you noticed anyway, his beautiful ruby eyes, his warm, scarred, calloused skin that you imagined touching so many nights before, his lovely lips, broad shoulders, and strong arms that you wished could just hold you. You loved him, and you would miss him, so much. But he didn't feel the same.

Truth is, he did. And you would never know.

That morning, Mina had come to check on you because you hadn't come out of your room at all that day. When she didn't get a reply, she asked Deku, Ochako, Tenya, and todoroki to check, hoping that maybe you would answer to one of them. You didn't. Eventually everyone had gotten so concerned and caused such a fuss that even bakugou went to investigate.

almost an hour passed and no response. Thats when bakugou went insane. After being kidnapped by the LOV fears of the same happening to you started arising.

He pounded on the door, yelling empty threats for if you didn't open the door. Classmates gathered behind him.

"FUCK IT" he yells as he breaks down your door. He begins to shout threats until he pauses, silence.

Your classmates begin to pool into the room each one confused by bakugous sudden silence until each one saw what it was about. mina gasps.

Bakugous eyes had widened, tears fighting to spill out, mouth agape. "Y/N..?" he says, voice surprisingly soft yet with a hurt, rough tone. "FUCKING ANSWER ME YOU SHITTY WOMAN" he says starting to cry.

He scatters over to you falling on his knees and shaking you, checking your puls in the process. When he felt none, his tears only pooled out faster. "WAKE UP" he cries "PLEASE" he pleads with your limp form now in his arms. "I FUCKING LOVE YOU WAKE UP"he sobs, head falling down. "I love you..FUCK". "WAKE UP DAMMIT!!!!!" his hands grip your cold form"you cant do this... YOU CANT LEAVE ME."

thats when the realization hit him. Everything he's said to you.

"You'll never be a hero!"

"your so fucking weak..."

"Yeah right! As if I would ever want to hang out with YOU!"

and then last night "Stop being so fucking pathetic and pull yourself together. Or get out." His voice echos throughout his head. he really said that to you. He was the reason.

He pushed you because he loved you. He scolded you because he wanted you to be strong, so that nothing bad could happen to you, he didn't know what he would do if something bad happened to you. But it did. And it was his fault.

at this point your classmates had left the room, crying, vomiting, or running to find help.

but bakugou stayed, your body being cradled in his arms, him leaving kisses all over your face a shoulders, pleading for you to come back in between sobs. "come back to me.." he whispers, tears spilling down onto your motionless face. when he gets no response, he hugs you close to him.

"I love you so much" he says but it comes out more like a whimper. Big arms wrapped around your cold body

"I just wish I could've told you."

I know this kinda sucks but this is my first fanfic so.... ANYWAY i plan on posting fluff too for bakugou, as well as 707 and Gojo content today, sooo yeah :)

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